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Surprisingly, I didn't see Tan for a few days and I was in agony because of it. I had slept terribly trying to resist the sexually oriented dreams that tormented me and the male instinct that still seemed present urging me to masturbate in the fashion normal for males despite all of Tan's instructions that I think of my dick as a clit. I may not have been a man like Tan, but I swear my sperm, or whatever bodily fluids my sex organs produced, had backed up into my brain. Yeah, hard, my clit was only about 5.5 inches, probably less than the average male's dick as Tan had consistently pointed out. Visually, though, it looked puny compared to Tan's more masculine and olive colored weapon. Another inch and a half on a guy so much more compact than I am made for a dramatic difference.

Damn, just thinking about that cock could get me so worked up! Still, half of me simply wanted to cum and be free of Tan's control! The other half, though, held the upper hand telling me Tan would smack my ass raw and deny me contact with what I craved if I disobeyed him. I was so damn conflicted that I had become irritable. Maybe Dave was right, I was on the rag because I felt like so many girls acted when their periods were about to kick in.

Finally, Friday evening around 7:00 p.m., Tan knocked on my door and strutted in like he owned the place—or soon would once Alex signed the lease over to him. He went and sat down in what was typically Alex's chair. Just as Alex had pointed out the other day, his legs were spread wide, and one hand was near his crotch not far from that massive weapon of his.

"Coke" he said, naturally expecting me to get it for him and to attend to his comforts before he permitted me to think of mine. But then, taking care of the needs of other men was becoming "natural" for me, at work for Dave, at home for Alex and completely for Tan! After I placed his ***** on a coaster on the end table next to his chair, Tan pointed to the spot between his legs and said, "knees!" It was an order I didn't fight!

After sitting silently and sipping his coke for what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes, Tan snapped his fingers to get my attention. I had been staring intently at his cock outlined so visibly underneath his shorts. Seeing my focus, Tan grabbed his crotch with two hands and said, "Don't worry, baby, your Asian Daddy's going to give you some loving with THIS before he goes home!" With that, he couldn't help himself and chortled with his sexy laughter.

In a way, it broke the ice. I was pent up with my own need for him and undoubtedly, this manly yet barely 18 year-old Asian hunk needed some release too, as the obscene bulge between his wide-spread legs pointed out.

"Tonight, I want us to get some things out in the open," Tan said, "but first let's get these tight shorts off so my cock and balls can breathe!" With that, my Vietnamese Master stood, unsnapped his shorts and said, "Why don't you finish off the job, Matt! You know you want this—and more importantly, need this," as he hefted his egg-sized balls in front of my bulging eyes.

Carefully, I pulled his taut underwear over his semi-engorged cock and then pulled both his underwear and shorts down his surprisingly hairy legs. Immediately he boned up and the object of my lust snapped up, smacking his defined stomach making my eyes drool with absolute and total desire. Tan stepped out of his clothes and kicked them aside before pulling my nose into his lustrous, thick, black pubic bush. What a contrast it was to my own baby-smooth body. I had been begging Tan to let me grow back my pubes, but still never had as thick a bush as did the object of my desires! This short, but powerfully built Asian was clearly all man and wanted me to know it.

"Breathe deeply, Mattie," Tan said. "Inhale my powerful scent. Let it ********** you and bring you to a better state of mind. Tan lifted up his semi-hardened cock so that my nose was nestled in his balls while his cock road the top of my nose ending way up on my forehead. A spot of pre-cum marked me in glistening white in the same spot a high-caste Indian woman would have red. Being so close to the source of my sexual fulfillment had a two-fold effect on me. Of course, my clit fluffed up unbidden, but I also became instantly calm. I can't speak for other gay men, but as an emerging sexual submissive, there was clearly more to all this than physical. These Vietnamese boys were getting deep into my psyche and somehow understood my need for a man who could take control with firmness over my life yet do so in what was actually a caring and respectful way. Surprisingly, while keeping me on the edge, neither had actually hurt me. When Tan took my virginity, it wasn't ****. I didn't *****. Instead, he recognized something about me I had here-to-fore been unable to see in myself. And smelling his manhood helped me not to feel the loss of my own but instead caused me to feel an intense sense of gratitude for his willingness to share his masculinity with me.

Tan had helped me see that I was deficient in some way, and that I had an intense need to serve him. Through that service, I felt fulfilled, sexually and in reality, humanly as well. I would never have dreamed that I would learn to cum while focused on another man's body and not my own. Tan was subtly instructing me that my years of routine masturbation had harmed my development. Masturbation, considered by most as so natural for teens, Tan pointed out, had stunted my maturity much as the psychologists had long pointed out. Instead of reading stories (such as this) to "get off", Tan showed me I had no "staying power" but came quickly with little stimulation. Instead, when I focused on accommodating the masterful strokes of his masculine spear a transition occurred.

Lately he had found pleasure in taking me doggy style. Although I preferred submitting to his needs on my back like a woman, he loved gauging my reactions when he changed from long stroking, to total withdrawal followed by a quick re-insertion and then to a more fast-paced, *********** fuck! Tan said he loved smacking my ass and watching it jiggle for him. Even when he didn't smack me, my butt cheeks still turned red from the repeated contact with his incredibly powerful thighs. However, Tan was protected by his thick pubes and I, on the other hand, had, you might say, no such padding!

I guess I had gotten so lost in reflection that Tan had become inpatient. "Damn, Matt, you'd think I had ********** you simply by allowing you to be so close to my cock! Don't you think its time you show me how much you need me in you? Now I'm going to sit back in Alex's chair and have you get me nice and juicy before I make love to your pussy. Have you been a good girl for me, baby? Have you kept your hands from playing with your clitty?"

I vigorously moved my head up and down and replied, "Oh please, PLEASE, Tan, let me suck your cock. I need you so badly! I've missed you and my pussy is throbbing in desire for you. Please let me have you inside me!"

Tan laughed, "Alright, baby, since you asked so nicely!" he said as he shoved his cock balls-deep into my throat before I had a chance to react. Despite all my acquired skill, I still gagged on his weapon of prodigious length and surprising girth. As my eyes watered, Tan grabbed my chin and ****** me to look into his eyes, "You better not let me down, Matt, or I won't give you my seed!"

I'm not sure if my tears were from gagging or fear he would choose to deny me! However, as soon as I quit focusing on myself but only on pleasing him, my throat muscles were able to relax and I was able to give him a first-rate blowjob. Clearly, Tan had been saving up. His hands, grasped the back of my head in a vice-grip as he held me onto his cock and shot wad after wad seemingly directly into my stomach. Near the end, he back off so the last few shots could land on my tongue. I knew the drill. He wanted to see his spunk on my tongue and witness me savor its pungent flavor before submissively swallowing it as I gazed into his eyes.

Maybe it was simply because of his youth, but Tan seemed to keep his hard-on just from witnessing my reaction to his control. Indeed, I am not sure either of us realized it yet, but in reality, we fed off each other. My ********** to his will fed his still youthful ego that in turn gave me a form of inner peace as I savored his external release. You could say that Tan seeded me both physically and mentally. His taste permeated my mouth as his sticky and thick essence was absorbed either into my digestive system, or made its way, up channel, to fertilize my womb. Mentally, Tan simply ruled my senses: his scent was deep in my nostrils, his taste in my mouth and his touch incited me wherever his body and mine made contact. Of course, I could never get enough of gazing upon his incredible body or hearing his surprisingly deep and resonant voice. The totality of what is him simply overwhelmed me.

With his rampant cock still hard even after spurting a mouthful of rich, spicy cum down my throat, Tan was clearly ready for more. He was at his prime and literally, given his self-control, could go for hours! Tan pulled out of my mouth with a popping sound leaving me on my knees in front of him with drool all over my face. He couldn't help but laugh seeing my look of abject sorrow once his meaty dong was no longer imbedded in me. "Don't worry baby," he said, "I'm about to plug that tight pussy of yours as soon as I've got you ready!"

With that, he reached for the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small hotel-sized container of hand cream. I was still on my knees with my clothes on when Tan snapped his fingers and said, "Matt, clothes off, NOW!"

I don't think I've ever moved so quickly in my life. Here we were in the middle of the apartment's living room. While Alex was probably out for the evening, he did, sometimes pop back and with his fiancé. Yet, Tan really didn't care if he saw us. Hell, this youthful Vietnamese stud was about to mount his older white bitch. Had the situation been reversed, it might have mattered. But from Tan's perspective, at least HE had nothing to lose and he wanted to take me now, out here where there was just the slightest risk of my further ***********! Tan grabbed me by the scruff of my neck as his obscenely engorged prick jutted out from his body so full of ***** that it swayed from side to side. He maneuvered me near the front window so my face was slightly above the sill and I could gaze out into the street only separated from the glass by a sheer curtain.

Tan, laughed, and said, "Matt, I thought I'd fuck you on your knees, doggy style, so you could see our reflection and also be able to tell if Alex or anyone else showed up!" The obsceneness of it all overwhelmed my senses as my Asian master rubbed my pussy lips and his dong with cream, lined himself up before grabbing on my shoulders and ramming himself in. The suddenness of his entry resulted in searing but brief pain.

Normally, he fingered me to loosen me up. But tonight, Tan wanted to demonstrate ownership for any and all to see. I was his for the taking in whatever manner he wanted. I couldn't and wouldn't resist his advances because I needed them to be made complete!

As Tan had made me realize, I would never experience the thrill of penetrating another thus I couldn't put into words what he felt as his cock slid into its sheath. My pussy was, he told me, like satiny velvet. My inner muscles gripped him and pulled him deeper as if my life depended upon it. He was **********d by my need for and my ********** to him.

On the other hand, when he invaded me, I could feel the heat from his spear deep inside me. I was a virgin when he first took me and had not been opened by any other which freed Tan from worry of disease and as I was infertile (meaning I could not bear his ********), Tan could implant his seed without the stress of pregnancy. Tan leaned forward and placed his hands around me. With his cock imbedded deeply in me, because of his shorter stature, his head was further back behind mine. His lips couldn't reach my ear. But still, his whispered words of control over me fed me with need as his tightly muscled chest massaged my back while he pummeled my pussy with his desire.

My breath was hot, steaming up the window in front of me as I witnessed my Asian prince rutting deep within me. Tan grabbed my breasts and squeezed them. "Baby, I wish you weren't so flat so I could fuck your cleavage! Maybe when I move in, you can take some hormones and develop a b-cup for me," he said with much mirth as my head spun with abject fear! Still, I couldn't resist him when he began playing with my nipples, pinching and pulling them causing my clit to react even more as if that were humanly possible. Smack, smack, smack the sounds continued as he fucked me. He had already cum and now could control his orgasm even better. I swear this stud could last for hours!

Unable to touch my clit even if I wanted to as my hands were on the floor holding up both our bodies, I could still feel my own orgasm rapidly approaching. "Fuck me, Tan," I screamed, "I'm about to cum!"

"No, Baby, not until I tell you," he replied, as he quickly dismounted me. Tan jumped up, his cock smeared with our juices smacked his belly. He then ran to the kitchen to grab a towel to place under us. "Look, I don't want either of us to make a mess on the carpet since it will soon be mine!" he said. "Now get up and get in that bean bag chair on your back. You are going to cum when I say so, with your hands behind your head as you look into my eyes while I fuck you to your release!"

I didn't hesitate but moved that instant as he had directed. At first, the vinyl was so cold to my naked back that I shivered. Tan grabbed my legs and placed them on his more slim shoulders. My pussy was already opened and pulsing from his earlier fucking and didn't resist his insertion. Still, even though his entry no longer hurt, I made a sound as my lungs deflated in response to his aggressive claiming of me. As before, I stared into his almond-shaped, black eyes and saw that almost indescribable look of conquest as he repeatedly rammed himself ever deeper into me. It was as if he was reaching into my soul through my eyes as his cockhead pierced the deep inner ring that, I'm told, only a man with a long enough cock can ever reach.

My clit was semi-engorged. It didn't need to be hard like Tan's cock was because it was going nowhere. Like a woman's cIit, it was not going to enter a darned thing. Instead, it oozed fluid every time Tan's cock rubbed my prostrate. I don't know if my balls tightened up or not. Tan told me my prostrate was an inner nut and his cock determined whether I would cum or simply writhe in agony, not reaching release.

Thankfully, Tan's weapon knew, instinctively, what to do. It was both long and thick enough to exert his dominion over me. While I tried to hold my head steady, I couldn't help but move it side to side, the feelings he raised in me simply overloaded my senses.

The sound of raw, masculine sex must be interesting. Tan told me he was going to tape us so I could hear what I sounded like as I made an "ah, ah, ah" sound every time he rammed deep inside me. My whimpering was notable as was the sound of air being pushed out of my by his fuck. Add to that, the smacking sound of his body's contact with mine.

Some people believe our union to be "unnatural." But there's almost a perfect fit as if the male specimen was made to insert himself into his submissive whether it be a man or a woman. Tan said that my sex really didn't matter because, when he fucked me, I was, for all practical purposes a woman to him. At one point, Tan looked down at me as him member was embedded into my inner womb. He laughed as he saw his thick, black pubic hair surrounding my bald pussy and said, "Damn, Matt, it's a good thing I have enough hair for the both of us!"

He continued his rutting like wild male mammals do every Spring. He leaned forward, making me into a sandwich and allowing his cock to get deeper inside me. With his newfound leverage, his eyes were even closer to mine. Insistently, he ****** his mouth onto mine, his tongue pushed into my mouth making me shudder. Apparently most men close their eyes when making out or having sex, but ours stayed completely open, neither of us wanting to miss a reaction.

As his spear rubbed my prostrate now, I felt as if I were receiving electrical shocks. My mouth was his, my pussy was his, my clit felt the wonder of his taut abs—I was in complete overload. As I began to cum, no longer able to exert any control but only able to submit to his mastery, I momentarily passed out. He had fucked me to orgasm with his words, his incredible body and a Vietnamese lance that both penetrated and owned me totally and completely!

When I came to, Tan was grinning and looking down on me. He was dripping with sweat from all his physical exertions. Actually, the fucking made him ravenous. He had lasted for at least 45 minutes, which was, in reality, a massive workout!

My pussy was sore from all the action but I didn't care. The release of pent up emotion and cum was more than worth it! Tan had pushed my legs off his shoulders and I had locked them around his lithe waist not wanting him ever to leave me.

I couldn't help but cry as I gazed up into the eyes of the one who had just so completely dominated every aspect of my being. No one had ever made me feel as he had. Did I love him? Could he ever love me? I was awash in emotions beyond my capacity to process. All I knew is that I didn't want this, whatever it was, to end. Whether or not the world saw into that living room at that moment and witnessed my complete physical, sexual and emotional ********** to this youthful Vietnamese master, I simply didn't care!

Like the youth he was, Tan wasn't one to lie around, even if he was totally sated from sex. He pried my legs apart, rolled off me and ordered me to my feet. Once I was standing vulnerable and naked in front of him, he lazily fell back on the beanbag chair and with a cocky grin, told me to make him something good to eat. "Stay naked and keep your pussy lips together as I don't want any of my baby makers dripping out. Instead I want them swimming deep inside of you, entering your ***** stream and making you totally mine," he ordered!

I must have looked like a prostitute. My hair was matted, my neck felt sticky from where he licked, marked and claimed me both on the back and on the front while he fucked me. I had my own cum, now drying where it had pooled near my belly button, and after such an intense and lengthy fuck, I felt a bit bloated. The last thing I wanted to do was cook and, instead, preferred to run to the shower! Whining, I said, "Tan, please let me get cleaned up and dressed. Alex may be back soon and I don't want him to see me like this!"

Tan just growled at me. "Well, then, you better make something fast because you're not cleaning up until after you've taken care of my needs. I gave you the best fucking of your life and now I'm starved. Anyway, you begged me to fuck you practically in view of the entire neighborhood and now your acting modest? Please!"

I had enough history to know that Tan wasn't going to change his mind and enough fear to rush to the kitchen...well rush might have been a strong word...you can't run real fast when you're trying to keep your male pussy from leaking your master's sperm after an amazing fuck!

I was stymied about what to make. But once again, the thought of Alex seeing me caused my adrenaline to propel me in to high gear! Knowing Tan to be Vietnamese, I immediately set about preparing some rice. While waiting for the water to boil, I quickly thawed an eight-ounce portion of salmon I had in our freezer in warm water. When the water was ready, I added the rice, turned down the burner to low while simultaneously turning on the oven to 425 degrees. Prepping the fish was easy and amazingly, when the rice was done about 20 minutes later, I had a simple but good meal prepared for Tan of a simple green vegetable, rice and delicious salmon.

Naturally, while I cooked, Tan had taken the liberty of showering in my bathroom and arrived in time to eat, fully dressed! Tan sat in Alex's kitchen chair and had me stand by him while he ate. He laughed when my stomach growled and permitted me to eat the portion I had set aside for myself. As he pointed out, being the active and dominant partner in our sexual relationship, he was the one who exerted all the energy and needed replenishment. My eating was not nearly as important as his if I were to receive the benefit of his sexual release!

As soon as the dishes were finished, Alex permitted me to gather my clothes from the living room floor and dash to my bathroom. His timing couldn't have been more perfect for as the bathroom door closed behind me, I heard Alex coming in the front door. I swear he must have heard my fart as some of Tan's essence blew itself out of me along with all the air he had pumped deep inside of me.

"What did he eat that made him fart like that?" I heard Alex ask Tan. Well, if we hadn't just eaten salmon, I'd have said a big sausage," Tan retorted!

"Asian or Polish?" Alex said in reply, as they both burst out laughing.

Even behind the locked bathroom door, my face burned in ***********. At least Alex didn't see anything, I thought, all the while my pussy lips pulsed from the pummeling I had so recently received. Despite my desire to resist, as the water warmed up, I couldn't help but stick a finger back up "there" and feel the slime that was still present despite having just expelled the gas and most of what Tan had ejected so deep inside me into the toilet. His splooge glistened on my finger and I soon found myself taking a swipe of it off my finger with my tongue. Sure, there was a bit of an ass taste, but I could still taste Tan's powerful essence and it made me horny. Damn, could I ever get enough of my little man-stud, I thought, as I moved to stand under the wonderful stream of hot water!

My muscles, which were still tense from my fear of being caught, freshly fucked and naked while cooking dinner for Tan, slowly began to loosen under the pulsing hot water. However, it wasn't just the hot water that pulsed. My pussy still seemed to pulse with desire as it gaped wide-open under the water I aimed directly at it. Showered and shampooed, I exited the shower before I turned into a complete prune!

I came out of my room dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and wearing flip-flops. Tan and Alex were laughing at some joke in the living room when I came in.

Looking up, Alex said, "Tan told me he gave you a work out! I was wondering why you'd leave a guest to shower in the evening – as it's not like you. But he said you stunk! I noticed this place smelled a bit like a locker room when I came in the door. Try not to stink up the place, Matt, at least while I'm still living here!"

I was about to offer a retort when Alex gave me a look implying that I should keep my mouth shut IF I knew what was best! With that, I made a move to sit on the couch but Tan spoke up and said, "Matt, why don't you try the bean bag chair. I'm told they're incredibly comfortable and anyway, your ass must be sore from that exercise routine we just did!"

In addition to practically telling Alex what we had done—but in a way that protected my virtue, Tan knew I'd be sitting near the floor, lower than either he or Alex. Plus, how could I forget that less than an hour before, my body had been splayed out in that exact spot underneath my rough, bareback-riding Vietnamese man-boy! I started to sputter a suggestion that I just sit on the couch but Tan gave me that all-powerful look and raised his eyebrows! Any hesitation to do otherwise left me and I lowered myself as directed into the chair. I could have sworn I smelled our mutual efforts as I lay back on that now slightly sticky vinyl. Naturally, Tan enjoyed my awkwardness knowing how my mind worked and what I had to be thinking.

"I'm glad you're here, Alex," Tan said. "I'm pretty sure Mom and Dad are going to let me assume your lease once I receive my High School Diploma in two months! My sisters want to teach Matt a bit of our culture and give him some cooking classes since I'll be having to study and go to classes. Plus, they all want to tour the apartment in order to see it for themselves. Would you mind if Matt picked up your room and the rest of the place a bit so they'll form a good, first impression? The sooner we get them through the place the sooner we can make everything official!"

"That's an excellent idea!" Alex replied. I think they'll like the set up I'm leaving for you. They'll note the contrast in accommodation and be impressed to see their little guy so on top of things with a big room and bed for his college conquests!"

"Well, I'm not sure I w

ant them to see that!" Tan said with great mirth at my expense, "but knowing Matt will defer to me the Master Suite will leave an impression that is, let us say, entirely adequate!"

While all this was being discussed on a level, physically above me, I couldn't help but see Tan's cock, semi-boned as he slouched in his chair, his legs spread wide in the stance typical to more masculine and dominant men. Without realizing it, I licked my lips just as Tan looked over at me and saw where my gaze was.

"You like the comfort of that chair," Tan taunted. "Great position to see throughout the apartment isn't it?" he stated!

Thankfully, Alex missed the finer point Tan was making about my desire for his cock and stood up and said, "Sorry guys, I've got to go. My fiancé's home visiting her parents and doing wedding planning this weekend so I'm free to meet a bunch of the guys from work. It would have been a blast if you could have joined us, Tan since Alex never wants to go! You're cool and have your **** so together that I forget you're too young to get into the bars!"

Yeah, "in-control!" I thought. He had no idea just how right he was!

Once Alex left, Tan looked at his watch, "Damn, I was supposed to meet my brother at 8:00 p.m. and it's nearly 8:30 p.m. At least I emptied my balls twice — I sure needed the relief. Look, I told my family you wanted to host us on Sunday afternoon at 2:00 p.m. so I expect you to have this place sparkling. Make sure Alex's room is in perfect order and have some snacks and ****** for us to enjoy. If you do a good job, I'll make an excuse to come back give you a reward," Alex said as he cupped his oversized balls through his jeans. "Since I'm already late, assume the position and empty me one last time so I can make it until Sunday!" my boy-Master ordered as he pointed to the position in front of his chair.

With that, Tan slouched down so his butt was on the edge of the comfortable lazy boy Alex preferred.

On my knees before him, I could see the outline of his spear and carefully undid his jeans and hauled out that amazing weapon for one final suck. Frankly, my throat felt a bit raw from the earlier invasion, but I hoped Tan's powerful cum would soon coat the walls of my throat and work healing magic. Regardless of what I wanted, Tan would not be denied and I knew I had to concentrate on satisfying him.

Tan hooked his legs around my shoulders and squeezed my head with his surprisingly powerful thighs. His cock was deep in my throat and my nose was smashed into his thick, black pubic bush. He got off on his power over me and his ability to fuck my throat without having to use his hands to control me. "Damn, Matt, no real man would ever let a punk like me dominate him like this! I bet your clit is hard right now, practically dripping as my man-cock ravages your throat. Until my brother gave you to me to handle my needs, I would never have believed it. Yes, Matt, suck your little Asian Master's cock. Service your Daddy's spear! Get off by submitting to your superior!"

Tan's rambling commentary was really fucking up my brain. He, again, verbally fucked me just as his huge cock rubbed the walls of my throat, his thick head pushing its way practically to my stomach! When I tried to look up, his pubic hairs were all I could see, so dense were they that it almost seemed dark despite the lights being on.

"Huan told me that even when I find some white chick to fuck in my room, I'll still be coming back to you for blow jobs. He said I'd be doing you a favor since you get off servicing me and need my cum so badly to make up for what your body clearly doesn't produce!"

I'm not sure my mind registered what he was saying so engrossed was I in trying to breathe in between his onslaught. But then, how could I hope for a permanent relationship with this incredible stud. Yep, I was the gay one, not him. He was simply "helping" me understand my need to submit to real men while biding his time until he could get out from under his parents control. Moving into my apartment would be his means of achieving emancipation.

Naturally, Tan could read my mind. "Don't worry, Baby, Daddy Tan won't abandon you. I've trained you and I'll make sure you're pussy won't be empty."

"With that, his legs pulled me so completely on his cock I thought I'd *****! Then he began spewing his third load of the night into me, his baby makers going straight into my stomach. Naturally, my clit responded in kind, filling my briefs with my own fluid. As I stood up after cleansing Tan's cock with my tongue, Tan pointed to my now spotted jeans and laughed. "See, Mattie, I took care of you didn't I!"

I was too embarrassed to reply and simply turned red as I stood in front of him, my head hanging in shame.

"Don't feel so bad, Baby. We all need to get off in our own way. Men get off by fucking and women by being fucked. If you were a real man, you'd come by putting a cock in mouth or a cunt. But you're not. It's not your fault. Instead of a man's cock, you were made with a more womanly clit. You get off by being fucked like a woman does. I'm simply helping you realize that you were made to serve real men like me. That you came in your panties while servicing your man is only a sign that you've realized I've been telling you the truth about yourself. Look, now that you're coming along so well, I may let you grow a few pubes around your clit as long as you keep your pussy bare. We'll shape them into a heart or something, Ok?" Tan said. "Now I've really got to go. Make sure you're ready for Mom and Dad's visit on Sunday. I know you don't want to let me down!"

With that, he was out the door leaving me to ponder his words, as I stood encased in my sticky panties covered up by a pair of tight jeans!

It was close to 9:00 p.m. when Tan had finally left. He had cum three times: twice deep in my throat and once embedded in my womb. I literally had his baby makers in both ends. You have no idea what a relief that was. I was so pent-up with need and could now go to ***** relaxed from the release of my own sexual fluids. While I know I should call it cum when I share this story with you, I'm not sure anymore what to think of it.

Tan always expects me to consume whatever comes out of my clit, even if it is a mere impotent stream compared to his masculine seed. So I did just that after going to my bedroom and getting out of my clothes. I took my panties and licked up the sticky mess I had made before wiping my clit off with my left hand and again, cleaning my fingers. Quality wise, there was no compari***. The taste did nothing for me. But orders are orders. While I'm sure all the men in my life were out doing more interesting things, I was sitting on the toilet, peeing, before washing up for bed.

I would have slept like a log, but two things were bothering me: Tan's intentions to fuck white chicks and the pending visit of his parents on Sunday. So, early on Saturday, I found myself up and loading the washing machine with my own dirty clothes. Naturally, I knew I'd have to wash Alex's clothes once he rolled out of bed. By 9:00 a.m., I had my room in pretty decent order. My bathroom was sparkling which was important since it was in the hall. I had cleaned the kitchen after eating a light breakfast. Finally, albeit partly comatose, Alex came out of his room in just a pair of boxers. He scratched his hairy crotch much to my discomfort as he made a beeline for coffee.

"Did you and Tan have fun last night?" Alex asked. "While you were in the shower, he told me he was going to give you a deep massage and loosen you up a bit. Did it feel good?"

So that's what they were laughing about when I came into the living room. I only wonder if Alex understood that Tan had already loosened up my pussy with his big rod and that the next massage was going to be given to my throat!

"Yeah, it did," was all I could mutter, my throat slightly hoarse from the two "massages" I received. I couldn't help thinking things would have been worse if Tan hadn't lubricated my throat so thoroughly with his protein-rich seed.

"Look, Alex, Tan's parents are coming by tomorrow afternoon and he wants them to see his future room. Are you going out at some point so I can get in there and get things cleaned up?" I asked.

"Yeah, no problem," Alex responded. "I'm going to the gym and work out. I'll shower down there so I don't mess things up. You can wash my jock and **** when I get back. My room's a bit rank. I'm glad you have an excuse to have to clean up after me! It will be nice when I'm married and have a woman to do things for me. But for now, you'll have to do!" Alex said as he tousled my hair and grabbed some yogurt out of the fridge!

"Look, Alex, you aren't getting married to a maid, so don't treat me like one!" I wanted to yell. But of course, I knew it wouldn't make any difference so I just kept my mouth shut.

After downing his coffee and slurping his way through the yogurt, Alex sauntered off to his room and changed into his workout gear. Once he left, I went in to his room and surveyed the work that lay ahead of me. I decided to start in his bathroom. It was a mess. The soap scum on his shower door took hours to scrub off, as did the rest of the shower stall. The toilet wasn't great either. One advantage of squatting to pee was that I didn't miss like Alex evidently had. YUCK! I couldn't help but chuckle that obeying Tan in how I went to the bathroom had paid me unexpected dividends in easing my own housekeeping chores! I only hoped Tan would prove to have better aim, but then, he was shorter and would be closer to the bowl. What a weird thought to have. I just hoped he'd at least clean his own bathroom.

As I was finishing Alex's bathroom, he returned from working out. "Damn, Matt, you still working on my bathroom?" he cried out, practically scaring the **** out of me.

"You're a fucking slob, Alex," I screamed right back at him. "I hope your fiancé knows what she's getting into."

"Now you know why we didn't live together before our marriage," Alex retorted, laughing as he threw his dirty jock, t-shirt and the rest of his athletic gear on the pile of dirty laundry waiting for me to do. Alex went to watch TV leaving me the rest of the cleaning to do. I really didn't mean to, but I couldn't help but sniff his seemingly still-warm jock. Damn, but that cotton and nylon mesh that had surrounded my roommates cock seemed to be beckoning me. I stuck my nose into the pouch and could smell his scent. It was all male. Alex wasn't unattractive to me. I guess I was so fixated on Tan that I had never thought about him at all. Still, my clit got hard simply from sniffing his essence. I couldn't face the ramifications of all that now, not with Tan's family coming over to see the apartment tomorrow so I got a hold of myself and took the pile to the washer to sort into two loads. Even though his clothes weren't mine, I'd at least separate them into whites and coloreds.

By mid-afternoon, Alex's room looked better than it ever had been. I still had to scramble and figure out some snacks to have for the Nguyens. I figured some hot tea home-made cookies would be adequate. I ran to the store so I'd have what I needed and could make the cookies up shortly before they came. There's nothing like the smell of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies to soften anyone's heart, I thought.

2:00 p.m. Sunday came before I knew it. I had been a ball of nerves, not exactly sure what I was getting myself into. Alex had stuck around since he was the one signing the lease over to Tan. Mr. and Mrs. Nguyen were both in their early 40s. He was pretty hot for a 40-something...or maybe I just found him surprisingly good looking because I had sucked his two **** cocks. Mr. Nguyen was a surprisingly tall 5'8", had jet-black hair and eyes. His wife was a petite woman with lustrous, thick, long black hair. In the back of my mind, I wondered if "Dad" Nugyen had a big cock like his boys or if the gene came from the Mom's side.

While I was lost in thought, Alex had ushered the family in. Naturally, Tan's two sisters were there too. One was slightly older, between Tan and Huan's age, and the other about four years younger. The girls, especially, seemed impressed as they wandered around the apartment. "You guys are neat freaks," the older one said as she walked through the master bathroom.

Alex responded, "Not really, but thanks to Matt, the apartment is generally pretty decent. However, Tan might want an hour's notice before his Mom stops by!" he said, with a wink in her direction.

Most of the conversation seemed to be between the Nugyens and Alex. Tan's ******, though, did ask me to show her the kitchen and remarked, "You'll need to pick up a rice cooker when my *** moves in. I can't imagine Tan not having rice at most of his meals! Alex mentioned you've done most of the cooking. At our home, we try to eat healthy and avoid many of the American processed foods. I'm sure my girls can give you tips presuming you'll continue doing most of the cooking so Tan can concentrate on his studies."

Mrs. Nugyen's comments were said in a polite and friendly manner but still seemed like an expectation rather than a suggestion. What is it about this Vietnamese family, I wondered, that enabled them to exert such dominance over me?

While I was showing Mrs. Nugyen the kitchen, Tan's dad was talking about the lease with Alex. "I would sign for my ***, but Tan's proving to be his own man. He knows what he wants and how to get it. I expect he'll be holding court here as soon as you move out. Why don't you and he meet at the rental agency next week. We'll give him a check to reimburse you for the security deposit and his share of June's rent.

On their way out, Mr. Nugyen finally addressed a few words to me. "Matt, my *** Tan may look young but he's very strong willed. If you don't stand up to him in the beginning, he'll soon have you under his control. I hope you enjoy sharing with him, and through him, getting to know more about our family and culture. Vietnam and her people are very proud. We threw out the Chinese, French and Americans so don't confuse our gentleness with weakness!" With that, they were out the door!

"Damn, that was intense!" I said, thinking aloud!

Alex chimed in, "You got that right! I think Tan's coming back later on and he and I can set up a time to meet with the rental agency and get the papers signed over. I'm glad you got my room cleaned up. It will make it easier to pack since I'm out of here in only a few weeks!" With that, Alex sat in his chair, picked up the remote and turned on a baseball game.

I was tired from all the work I had put in prepping for "the visit!" Plus, I was perplexed by what Tan's Dad had said. Already, I could sense the balance of power so to speak shifting in Tan's favor. He was already in charge of me sexually but I wasn't sure how much more things were going to change when he moved in. In addition, how was I supposed to stand up to him given the control he already had over me?

While Alex watched the sports channel, I went to my room, closed the door, took off my shirt and trousers and fell asleep, face down on my bed in the panties Tan expects me to wear. I was startled out of my ******* when I felt a sharp smack to my panty-encased ass.

"Damn, It's good to see your ass under those green panties practically begging for Daddy's cock!" Tan growled. Before I could react, Tan grabbed my legs and pulled me back towards him as he swiftly shucked his shorts and boxers.

"When did you get here," I replied still in a bit of a ************ daze.

"Oh, I've been shooting the **** with Alex and watching the games for about an hour. We talked about what furniture is his and what is yours. I texted Dad and he's going to tell Huan to help me buy a new chair to replace the lazy boy. Plus, Alex's fiancé wants a new bed so he's selling me his bedroom furniture. I called Mom and she said to get a new mattress pad and sheets but otherwise thinks it will be ok to start with. At least with a new mattress pad, I won't be dealing with any of Alex's cum stains! But, hey, let's get on to a more important subject!" Tan, said as he spread my legs and stood between them, aiming his Asian spear at my pussy.

"Please, Tan," I whined, "I'm not lubed, you'll **** me, you're too big!"

"Nope, Baby, we're just going to use spit. Daddy needs that sweet pussy of your's NOW! You should have pre-lubed knowing I was coming back for what is mine! This will teach you to ready for your Master's cock at all times once I'm moved in!"

With that, he shoved my legs even wider apart and began to push in. My pussy seemed to obey him more than it did me. His spit was an ineffective lubricant and I felt as if he were splitting me wide open. As I moaned, Tan reached around and put his hands over my mouth as he whispered in my ear, "Alex is just outside your room. Unless you want him to know his roommates nothing but a pussy boy, you better keep your mouth shut!"

Tan, then grabbed me around my chest for leverage and began pistoning his cock in and out of me. Thankfully, his cock provided its own, natural lubricant that began to soothe the pain of his masterful entry into my otherwise dry pussy. I could feel his taut abs against my back as he rabbit fucked his engorged cock in and out of me.

Tiring of standing, Tan pulled out and told me to move forward onto my bed and to get on my knees. He had me put my head down and pushed forward so I was looking back at my clit as it swayed back and forth. It was an obscene image. His knees were in between mine, his abs glued to my back as I held up both our weight, and the noise of his penetration like that of a metronome keeping a steady beat as his thighs made contact with my more feminine and padded cheeks.

Tan started playing with my nipples sending electric shocks straight to my clit! As he continued his fuck he leaned forward and said, "Your breasts are flatter than a Vietnamese girl's, Matt, but boy do your nipples get hard whenever I'm fucking you! Do you realize that sexually, you're wired differently than most men? Look back at me, Baby, feel my hips as they slap your ass into **********. Feel my hard cock as it reaches deep into your womb. I'm going to breed you, Matt. Every time my sperm goes into you, you become more and more mine."

I don't know how Tan had the stamina to fuck like he did. But the next thing I knew, he had repositioned me on my back, shoved my legs apart and rammed his cock back in, balls deep. "Yes, Matt, you were made to be under a real man. I'm going to make you cum, yet again, to prove my mastery over you!"

And he was right! I gasped as my clit without any direct stimulation, shot wad after wad all over my stomach pooling in my belly button. Tan leaned forward against my legs, and stared down into my eyes with a victorious smirk as kept up his assault on my pussy. Sweat dripped off his forehead! He was such a manly stud it was unbelievable. Tan curled his left hand around my leg and used his fingers to capture my cum and made me lick them clean. Perhaps it was the image of me splayed underneath his masculine body, so totally under his control or he simply had worked himself up to a final frenzy that had him slamming into me and then shooting his sperm as deep as he possibly could.

Finally sated, Tan rolled off me and just laid there, totally quiet, next to me on the bed. Finally, he said, "You're lucky the TV was on or Alex would have been in here to find out why you were moaning so loudly! Now go get a washcloth and wipe me off. I've got to get going. Monday's only around the corner!"

He was out the door and it was only 6:00 p.m. I could only wonder what the rest of the week would be like!

Saturday came all too soon. I had spent the past three days helping my roommate, Alex, pack up his things and load them in a small trailer he had rented and attached to his car. He was excited about getting married and had talked incessantly about his fiance's creamy white breasts and how he longed to finally be able to shoot his sperm unimpeded deep into her womb and breed her. Apparently, Alex had never been bareback with a woman and was dying to learn first-hand, what Tan had already experienced with me. While saying these types of things, Alex would grab his hefty basket, look my way, and wink. It always made me blush as my clit and nipples firmed up, as I thought about what Alex's fiancé would soon be getting.

Before leaving for good, Alex took one final turn around the apartment, ensuring he had collected all his stuff while having one last but of nostalgia. Before leaving, he told me to sit down in the living room as he had a few things to say.

"You know, Matt, I didn't realize you were gay when I moved in. Frankly, I might not have wanted you around had I known back then. I'm like most guys and put off by faggots. But we were friends and have been around each other for long enough that I think I just got used to you. For a long time, I thought you were possibly asexual or just intensely naïve about girls and sex. Still, deep down, I always wondered if you were gay. I finally figured it out one night when I came back early and heard noises coming from your bedroom. I thought, 'finally, Matt's getting some,' as I heard the telltale sounds of fucking. Then I heard your voice begging Tan to fuck you and I knew.

"That made me began to think about all the signs I had been seeing. You've always been a homey type, into arts and stuff. You liked to cook and were willing, with little coercion, to clean up after me. You never liked sports. I haven't seen you hanging out with the guys. And then this Vietnamese kid comes along. He's barely eighteen and into guy stuff like me. I kind of doubt he's even gay and wouldn't have believed he'd be into you had I not heard him fucking the **** out of you.

"You know, Matt, at first I was disgusted but the more I thought about it, I realized this kid was good for you. You're taking a greater interest in life since you met him. I'll admit, you're still pretty jittery, but I don't think you'd have ever done anything sexual with another human being had that kid not drawn you out. So, that's why I gave him the lease. An eighteen year old needs a lot of sex. Better that he get it from you than from some stupid pussy who could get pregnant and screw up his life. Plus, someone needed to help you find yourself. I would never have thought it would have been an eighteen year-old kid, but hey, who am I to judge since I've fucked my share of women along the way.

"I just wish you had been man enough to tell me. Maybe you're still finding it hard to admit it to yourself. Look, you are what you are. Men are different from women and straights from gays. Believe it or not, I wish you the best. Your life will be harder because of who you are especially since you're obviously a bottom. Tops like Tan are more or less like most normal, straight guys. Bottoms are more the stereotypical gay types. Just don't get too faggy, Matt. Hopefully Tan will stick around but I expect at some point, he'll move on. Just be ready if it happens."

Alex never gave me the chance to say anything. I wanted to refute it all. I wanted to say it wasn't true, that I wasn't gay, that I wasn't a bottom but that Tan never gave me a chance to be on top. But I couldn't get the denial out of my mouth before he had jumped up and walked out of my life and into his future. In fact, I think my mouth was still wide-open as I saw him driving away.

As you've figured out, by reading this far, I'm a ponderer. I needed to process what Alex said but didn't have time. I had to get the apartment organized. Tan expected me to have his room ready that afternoon. He also expected me to host a little graduation party ready for him so he could show off his new digs to a few friends before his actual move-in day.

As I buzzed about the apartment, I couldn't help but feel the itchiness of my pubes. Tan told me he wanted me to grow them out above my clit while insisting the rest of my body remain smooth. It was driving me crazy as I kept slipping my hands down my shorts into my panties to scratch. While I had come to enjoy the feeling of silky panties against my skin, today, they seemed to be catching on my re-emerging pubic hair. Frankly, I wished Tan had allowed me some cotton ones as I was afraid these would soon be ruined and I dreaded having to buy more.

Tan's graduation went off without a hitch. I sat with Mr. and Mrs. Nugyen, Huan and their two sisters. Tan was one of the sharpest guys in his class and had a cocky air about him as he strutted across the stage in his cap and gown to receive his diploma. After his younger brother had adjusted the tassle on his cap, Huan leaned over, whispered in my ear and said, "I sure hope you have something special to give my brother tonight!" He must have known I was thinking along the same lines when he looked down at my engorged clit showing ever so slightly beneath my trousers. He then added, "It's a good thing you only have a clit or it could get embarrassing for you!" With that, he laughed aloud while I turned beet red!

As the crowd dispersed, Tan came by to great his family and me. He had several girls and guys in tow and asked his parents if he could come home a bit late in order to show his friends his new apartment. You could tell he was very proud of himself for being the first among his peers to have arranged to move out. Mr. and Mrs. Nugyen granted his request but insisted on a 1:00 a.m. curfew. Tan looked knowingly at me and I excused myself to get the snacks and ****** I had prepared set up in the living room and kitchen.

I hadn't met Tan's High School friends and was very nervous as I waited for them to show up. Naturally, two of the guys hefted brown bags as they walked in with enough beer for everyone to have at least three. High School kids and ******* are a bad mix, but I assumed all were over eighteen and planned to keep an eye on everyone. The kids didn't ***** enough to get trashed, just relaxed and mellow as they shared the exhilaration of passing a major milestone in their lives. Tan was a total stud as he showed everyone around the apartment pointing out his new room and private bathroom.

I felt a bit awkward knowing these kids must have wondered why Tan had the master suite while I had the simpler and smaller second bedroom given that I am a college graduate, eight years older than Tan and out in the work *****. I could only hope they wouldn't ask me to explain. However, an explanation probably wasn't all that necessary given that evidence of his more superior role contrasted to my obvious subservience as I busied myself cleaning up after the kids while Tan held court in the living room. While I tried to think of it as simply being a good roommate, I'm sure a few of the others were beginning to catch on.

Two guys, in particular caught my attention, another Asian who I imagined was Chinese and a very handsome Mexican guy. The girls, while attractive, just didn't do anything for me. I guess I should have accepted that by now since Huan and Tan had "helped" me better understand my sexuality.

It was the Mexican guy who asked Tan how he got hooked up with the apartment. Tan launched into the story and told his friends he had met me through his brother, Huan, and had volunteered to give me some Vietnamese "cultural" lessons. I almost died when he mentioned our discussions regarding the use of Asian weaponry to include spears and blasting guns. The veiled innuendo went over their heads or so I hoped! He mentioned having stopped by the apartment several times and had hit it off with my roommate who had offered to sign over the lease when he learned Tan intended to stay in the area and start college but wanted to move out from his parents' home. He more or less implied that I came with the apartment to which both the Mexican and Chinese guys gave me an appraising look while the girls and the other boys remained indifferent.

Feeling awkward, I excused myself and went to my room. These were not my friends, but Tan's. I felt small around them knowing that all of them were probably sexually active and that the Mexican and Chinese guy had probably already accumulated a **** load of experience. It was embarrassing to think that these guys had had their share of real pussy while I had simply become one. I felt shamed yet aroused thinking about these hot guys in action and wondered if they'd compare to Tan.

While my mind was wandering, I heard Tan excuse himself and come into my room. "Aren't the guys great!" he said, as he entered without knocking as if he owned the place. "Which one did you like best?" he added, before laughing at my coloring! "Don't worry, Matt, my homies will be stopping by regularly. You better not slip up or they'll be banging your pussy before you turn around. I bet Jose saw you drooling when you looked down at his tool. Look, I need some relief, assume your position and get down on my cock, NOW!"

"But, Tan, what if they hear us?" I whined! "Don't make me make you or you'll be outed to all my friends before I've even moved in!" Tan responded with an intensity that scared me. "You keep it down, do your job fast and no one will be the wiser. Am I making myself clear!" he continued without leaving me any room to argue.

So, I got down on my knees before him and had my mouth on its prize before he could get angry with me. Tan gripped my head and backed me up until I had my back against the bed. While he remained standing, he stood with his legs on either side of my knees, leaned forward and placed his hands on the bed ******* my head all the way back. Then he began to fuck my throat as if it were my pussy.

This was the first time he had tried this position and it allowed his surprisingly massive cock to go deep into my throat. His thick, coarse and richly black pubes kept mashing against my nose every time his cock rammed home. I couldn't help but gag from time to time and I could feel my spittle and his juices overflowing and running down my neck.

This fuck was all about him and his dominance over me. As he fucked me, Tan said, "I can't wait to move in next week. I need to have my balls emptied at least twice a day and three times is better. Between your throat and your pussy, little Tan is going to be mighty happy! You know, a real man doesn't need to masturbate when there is a willing girl to service him. With you here to relieve me, I won't have to waste time chasing pussy and can actually spend a few hours a day studying! Plus, you'll have enough of my jizz in you that you won't need hormone treatments," he added, laughing aloud at his own joke!

Tan was getting close and he stood up and held my head as he continued to fuck my throat. In the background, I heard the phone ring. Tan yelled at his friend, Jose, to answer it. When he yelled back saying it was for me, Tan told him I was "busy" and to take a message. At that, he rammed his cock practically into my stomach and held my head on his cock while his balls emptied eight massive spurts deep inside me. As he finished, Tan lowered his hands to my neck to see if he could feel his mushroom-sized head which seemed to have nestled someplace near my Adam's apple.

When he was satisfied, he pulled out but took a few seconds to slap my face with his slowly deflating spear that still drooled remnants of his cum. "Don't wipe off my mark, Matt, until I tell you!" he ordered, knowing I'd have some of his jism on my cheeks should his friends look very closely. Tan then had me finish cleaning off his cock before he reassembled himself and went back to join his friends.

"What were you doing?" I heard James, the Chinese guy ask. "Oh, just demonstrating to Matt how to handle a Vietnamese blasting gun," Tan replied, chuckling as he said it.

I tried to straighten myself up as well as I could. I felt so self-conscious when I looked down and saw that a large spot of pre-cum was visible on my shorts. I had nearly cum from that cock in my throat! Damn! I thought about changing but realized Tan's friends would quickly notice.

Cautiously opening the door, I made my way towards the bathroom, only to find it occupied. As I let go of the knob, the door was pulled swiftly open and Tan's Chinese friend emerged. He had to have been about 5'11" and was definitely taller and better built than me. When he saw my face, a knowing smirk covered his handsome features. What he said next made me want to disappear into the ground. "Looks like you've got some blasting powder on your face from Tan's demonstration! You know, Matt, Chinese make the best weapon systems these days!" Now that I felt about five inches tall, he made his way around me towards the living room.

Tan had ordered me not to wash my face and I could see some of the white marks where his cum had dried. That must have been what James was referring to I quickly realized. Not being able to do anything else, I brushed my teeth, gargled and used my hair dryer to get rid of the spot showing on my shorts. My throat felt a little sore as one might have expected. Feeling as presentable as possible, I made my way into the kitchen to get something to *****. While the rest of them were finishing up the beer, I grabbed a soda.

I came into the living room but tried to stay enough on the periphery that the others wouldn't notice me. Still, James, Tan's Chinese friend couldn't resist but taunt me by asking, "Hey, Matt, we were just talking about America's changing fortunes. What do you think it will be like for you when the Chinese replace America as the most powerful country and people in the world?"

Before I could answer, Tan started laughing and said, "Leave him alone, James! I'm trying to teach him that the Vietnamese are more powerful than the average Americans!" as he groped his cock and balls!

The girls weren't into the Asian scene and just rolled their eyes as did Tan's Mexican friend, Jose. Shortly thereafter, the kids started to leave promising to be back frequently once Tan moved in.

When his friends had left, I grabbed Tan by his wrists and said, "Why did you have to do that to me?"

With seeming effortlessness, Tan twisted his wrists out of my hands and smacked the back of my head while pointing to "the position" on the floor in front of him. Once I was in place, he said, "Look, Matt, I'm warning you, NEVER, Never grab my wrists like that again. Now get those shorts and your panties off because you've asked for a spanking!"

I knew I had gone too far as soon as I had grabbed him but I felt embarrassed and I was angry. Still, I also lacked the will power to resist this Vietnamese boy-man who had taken over so much of my life. I slowly removed my shorts and panties and came over to Tan who had sat down on the couch. Without saying a word, he gestured for me to lie across his knees. Immediately, he began to smack my ass.

"You see, Matt, I have never done anything to you that you haven't asked for. I didn't have to say or do anything. A true man would have had the ability to stand up for himself but you're not a man but a boy with a pussy and a clit! If your cock was five and a half inches perhaps we could call it one but no, it's five on a good day. And this ass that I'm spanking is too nice to be on a man. It's a girl's ass! Feel how it jiggles as I spank it. It's firm, yet soft and juts out like two melons waiting for a cock to spear it. No, Matt, I've only ever done you favors. You've been waiting all your life for me. You were a virgin when I fucked you and taught you how to cum. So don't give me any more **** or dare think about acting out in front of my friends. Don't worry, none of them will touch you unless I say so."

As he spanked my ass, tears streamed down my face at the truth of his words. When he stopped, I slid to the floor, needing to be held. Tan, superior as he was, quickly acknowledged this and pulled out his cock for me to suckle. "Yes, Baby, he cooed, nurse on my cock. My sperm will ease your wounds and calm you. Quit fighting the truth, Matt. You're not a man, accept it! You're my pussy-boy. And if others see it, they're only acknowledging what you and I know to be true!"

Tan's words soothed and simultaneously troubled me. Yet my ass was red having been smacked by a guy eight years younger than me. I was exhausted by my efforts and earlier embarrassment and while I had serviced Tan earlier in my room, I hadn't cum. Tan, buoyed by his power now stood up and pointed to the beanbag chair and said, "face-down, ass up! I want to admire your girlish red-ass before I reach in with my cock and take your pussy!"

Thankfully, I had lubed up before he and his friends arrived plus had left tons of my spit on his spear. Tan lined up his cock and rammed into me in one, single plunge. "Your pussy is so tight, Matt," he said, speaking softly into my ear as he leaned across my back, his taught abs rubbing me while his cock rutted deep inside me. "I bet James can't wait to try out your pussy and take you for a ride," he giggled while grabbing my breasts and pinching my engorged nipples. "Damn, Baby, I swear your tits are getting bigger," he said as he masterfully manipulated them between his delicate fingers. "But then, they always get hard when you're taking me. Plus, the hormones in my sperm are having a natural effect on you," he continued. "Your skin is so soft. Who would ever think you're a man if they only saw your ass and felt your budding breasts! See what my juices have done to you, baby. Every time I pump my seed into you, you become mine. Just allow it to happen. Quit fighting me and I'll give you all that you need!" he cooed.

Slap, slap, slap sounds emanated as his body smacked against my upturned ass and his cock pistioned into my pussy sometimes entering my inner womb. I held on to the beanbag chair and relished in the contact of his body with mine. I needed this fucking just like he said. No one else had ever made me feel this way. His powerful strokes massaged my pussy and his words, my mind.

At this point, Tan said, "How I wish you could bare my ********. They'd be out of this world with my stronger features dominating your fairer ones. Take my fuck, Baby and get used to your future. Maybe I'll invite James and Jose to help you. Would you like that?" he asked as he nipped my left ear knowing I was beyond any capacity to resist.

With that, Tan pulled out and had me flip over. He was close and wanted to see my face as I submitted to his onslaught. Plunging back into me, Tan leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of my face. I wrapped my legs tightly around his lean torso as our eyes locked. His black eyes looked into my fair ones and said it all as he exerted his dominance and power over me for which I was too weak-willed to resist. And I loved it. My ass was tender from its spanking and the continued beating it received every time Tan rammed his cock into me. Tan wanted me to remember my position from this day forward and I knew I'd be sore tomorrow as a reminder of his authority over me.

As his cock battered my prostate, my clit began oozing as a long suppressed orgasm took over my body. Tan grinned in triumph as my pussy squeezed his Asian spear causing it to fire its massive load deep inside me. Tan leaned forward and injected his tongue into my mouth claiming me totally! I was totally overwhelmed and blanked out from the stimulation, both physical and mental. After wiping his cock on my face, Tan did something unusual and grabbed the sheet off my bed and draped it over me.

As was pulling on his clothes, Tan said, "Seeing you like that after taking my fuck makes me feel so powerful. You have no idea how radiant you look after I've fucked you. ***** like that, Baby, and let my words wash into you while my sperm continues to reorient you. Don't worry, I'll be moving in tomorrow and will be giving you load after load of my hot cream."

I was too wasted to argue or even move. The beanbag chair was sticky from our coupling but was soft on my ass. Splayed as I was, so wantonly in front of my man, Tan, I simply closed my eyes and fell rapidly a***** wondering where he'd take me next.

I woke up the next morning still splayed out on the beanbag chair feeling extremely relaxed having been spanked and then fucked into ********** by a young and masterful Tan. I was crusty with my own cum and could feel where Tan's had seeped out of my pussy. Thank goodness, the chair was vinyl or the carpet would have been a bitch to clean. Oops, I had better be careful about using the word, "bitch," given my current state of affairs or position in life.

When I looked at the wall clock, I was shocked to see it was already 10:30 a.m. I never ***** in that late. I think the stress of having Tan's friends over and my need to have his first evening here with them go well had really gotten to me. Now I had to rush. I needed to clean up after last night's party before Tan and his family showed up with his things in order to get him moved in. Tan would **** me if his parents found beer bottles around and me, naked with his thick, Asian cum coating my pussy and ass.

With the sheet he'd taken from my bed still wrapped around me, I rushed to the bathroom to piss, ****, shower and shave. My pussy still felt a bit swollen from the intense fucking Tan had given me last night. I washed it gingerly and leaned forward so the shower spray could work its magic on my pussy lips. Once again, I was itchy where my pubes were growing in. Tan planned to have them shaped later on but for now, they were driving me crazy.

While I was in the shower, I sat down to shave my legs. Tan would have to help me with my butt and around my pussy. It was simply too hard for me to do without fear of cutting myself. I always felt intensely vulnerable when he did it, bent over and totally exposed. But after the past few months, my modesty was waning.

It seemed that I had barely dried off, dressed, stowed all the bottles and thrown out the trash before Tan's family arrived. I was just finishing wiping off the beanbag chair as the doorbell rang. As I held the rag behind my back, Tan's family came into their *** and brother's new home carrying boxes of his stuff to place in his room and around the apartment. Clearly, the place would soon be marked with his flair and reflect more of him than it did of me.

As they quickly worked to get Tan situated, Mrs. Nugyen took me aside and said, "the girls need to give you some cooking les***s so you'll be able to make a few healthy meals that my *** will enjoy. Please arrange an evening this week to meet with them. Oh, and to make things easier, I've prepared a shopping list so you can have the basics of a Vietnamese kitchen and as a housewarming gift, I've brought you a rice cooker. Tan's all-boy and hasn't had to cook given his extra-curricular sports activities, so let me show you how it works."

With that, I learned the basics of cooking rice—something it seemed that Tan expected to have at practically every meal. I wanted to tell Mrs. Nugyen that I was aware of Tan's extra-curricular sports—that included fucking me, his new roommate, but thought the wiser of it!

Undoubtedly, though, his so-called exercise routine paid off incredible dividends. Tan was proud of his physique and liked to brag that fucking me gave him a better workout than most guys got doing tons of sit-ups, pushups and weights at the gym. As he'd piston his massive wang in and out of my pussy, his torso would be getting a massive workout. Sometimes, he liked to fuck by doing a form of a push up instead of using his hips. He'd joke that this was his way of adding another muscle group to his sexual workout. All I knew was that it worked for me. However, all Mrs. Nugyen knew was that her *** had an incredible appetite although she apparently, and I hoped, didn't know how the calories he consumed were utilized!

"Matt, are you paying attention to me?" Mrs. Nugyen asked. I had been daydreaming about Tan workout sessions with me and my clit was hardening in my shorts because of it.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Nugyen," I responded. "Yes, you want me to meet with the girls later this week to have a cooking class and you've provided me a shopping list for some basic food and cooking items."

Satisfied that I had paid attention after all, Tan's mom left to check out the progress the rest of the family had made.

I emerged from the kitchen to see Vietnamese prints on the wall behind the couch and bamboo matting under the coffee table. Tan's room looked cool as well with prints of warriors dotting the wall and a pair of Asian swords crisscrossed above his queen-sized bed.

The Nugyen family seemed pleased with the results of their labor as well. Mrs. Nugyen had Huan bring a cooler from their trunk with Vietnamese foods she had prepared so that Tan's first meal in his new home would be *********! There were delicately prepared spring rolls among other things that were delicious. I had always thought spring rolls were fried but learned to appreciate the health and taste of the one's Mrs. Nugyen made in a typical Vietnamese fashion with totally fresh ingredients. After what amounted to a late Sunday afternoon picnic, the Nugyen's bid their adieu leaving Tan and I alone in his new apartment.

Tan was bursting with energy and excitement. In his mind, he was emancipated and free. He did say his Dad promised to beat him if he found out he was screwing around with any girls and that getting a girl pregnant was simply not an option. However, his Dad either didn't care if he screwed me or was oblivious or ignorant of Tan's set up with me. Tan, however, was not going to ignore it for long and soon relished the opportunity of being the master of his new home and me. It wasn't as if he needed an aphrodisiac of any sort, at 18, Tan was at his sexual peak and could cum six times a day. Plus, he had amazing stamina compared to most guys of any age with an unusual ability to hold back his orgasm and enjoy a good fuck for seemingly ages.

Tan decided that Sunday evening was going to be his to enjoy and quickly told me to lose my clothes. I complied without hesitation, stripping down to my powder blue panties. Tan laughed as he pointed to them as he directed me to twirl for his pleasure. "You know, from the back you really do look very feminine. I wonder why you didn't figure out your sexuality ages ago. Your skin is naturally soft and creamy. You had little body hair even before I had you shave. You are thin and not very muscular but have great legs and an ass to die for. When you bend down on your knees facing away from me, and I can't see your clit, it's easy to imagine I really am fucking a girl especially, now that your hair has grown out. But then, as much as I seed you, you'll never bear my ********. Damn, just think how sexy they'd be!" With that, Tan burst out laughing as my faced flushed at my shame.

"I don't look like a girl," I retorted.

Tan laughed even harder. "Do you realize you put your hand on your hip when you said that?" he said, pointing at my hand.

"It's your fault I'm this way," I replied. "Your sperm has gotten into me! I didn't think or act like this before meeting you!"

"You just don't get it do you, Mattie! I haven't done anything to you. Instead, I've only helped you find your true, subservient, gay, self. You were made to serve men like me. Your clit would never have been good enough for a true woman.

You react sexually like women do and cum through a proper fucking without me having to lay a hand on your clit. What more do I have to do to help you get it? Enough talking. You can say what you like, but what's more important in my home is what I like, and what I like and want are your pouty lips around my cock. Now get down here now and do it!"

Tan's words broke no argument. I can only imagine how I would have looked to someone behind us, me on my hands and knees with my panty-clad ass swaying as my lips savored Tan's olive-colored, thick, Asian spear. Tan gripped my head with his small but strong hands as he held me on his prodigious weapon.

"Look up at me, Matt. This is your destiny. You were made to have your lips around a real-man's cock. Even your little clit loves it. I think there are erogenous zones in your throat or is it my scent that gets you so excited," he said, as he laughingly went on to say, "Oh, that's right, Daddy told you not to talk with your mouth full!"

"Wouldn't it be great if Jose and James could stop by and see our arrangement? Do you want that? Do you want my friends to see you as you really are, on your knees before a real man? Maybe they'd want a piece of you too? Yep, if they saw that girlish ass, they'd probably be here every night!" Tan added as he held me on his cock.

I trembled with a combination of fear and desire. I was frightened to death of his friends discovering our arrangement. I couldn't deny how Tan fanned my desire. I couldn't imagine our roles being reversed which should have demonstrated the totality of my new reality. But did I want Jose or James to be in on our arrangement? The thought both turned me on and scared me at the same time.

Tan had such immense control that he lasted for ten minutes while I was lip locked on his cock. But soon he was spurting a mouthful of Asian cream down my throat. As he eased back, the last two eruptions landed on my tongue. Tan demanded that I show him his offering before I swallowed and he reminded me that his sperm was unique, rich and was changing my very nature. Finally, satisfied with his mastery and my **********, he pushed me back on my ass looking smug and satisfied.

"That was a great warm up, Matt. But I'm looking to get off at least three times a day now that I'm living here. Once before you go to work and twice in the evening. You better plan for it. In the morning, after you've taken your shower, I want you to wake me up with a blow job. Then you can fix our breakfast while I'm taking mine. We'll have to work out a more complete schedule of your duties but that should be a good start for now. Now why don't you go and make sure you're cleaned out and ready. I think I want to christen my new bed and bedroom with a fantastic fuck!"

Knowing what was coming, I went to my bathroom that was in the hall, and quickly took a shower without getting my hair wet. I guess I'd have to get one of those shower caps like most women seem to have in their bathrooms. I carefully lubed my finger with soap and stuck it as far as I could in my pussy to ensure it was clean. Thankfully, all the swelling I had previously was gone and my pussy betrayed me with desire for my finger as a precursor to what Tan would soon provide.

Flushed with desire from my preparations, I simply dried off in a fluffy towel and went to present myself to Tan who was still in the living room watching the sports channel.

Tan had me sit on my towel, naked and totally exposed to anyone looking straight into our window. He moved forward so that I could feel his cock through his trousers on the back of my neck. With his hands, he reached forward and started playing with my tits. Whispering in my ear as he cupped them and rolled my nipples between his small but strong fingers, Tan said, "See, Baby, your whole body and mind is mine. I merely have to touch you and your respond with need and desire. I bet I could play with your nipples long enough that you could cum without any other stimulation! Hmmm, we'll have to try that sometime! But now, go into my bedroom and get ready for my first fuck as the master of this apartment!"

I immediately knew what to do and rushed to the master bedroom, pulled his sheets back, put down a bath towel so they'd stay clean and lay face down, my ass lifted slightly and legs spread for him. The ceiling fan made the air cool and I could feel goose bumps on ass and back from the air and the anticipation of ********** which hung heavily around me.

I sensed Tan's presence and then heard him as he disrobed, his trousers dropping to the floor and his shirt peeled off and thrown into a corner, followed by the snapping and removal of his briefs.

Naked, Tan crawled up between my exposed buttocks and ran his hands over my soft, succulent orbs.

I jerked with surprise as he smacked first one cheek than the other.

Tan laughed and said, "It's like adding rouge to your ass. It turns as red as your face when you try to deny the truth or lie about your sexuality and purpose in life!"

Tan's legs were between mine, pushing them further apart. He leaned forward and placed all his body weight on top of mine as he rubbed his rapidly growing cock between my butt cheeks as a prelude of what would happen soon. I could feel my pussy sucking with desire at the too limited contact, seemingly on its own, begging for his insertion.

Tan leaned forward and nibbled on my ear lobe. Undoubtedly, he could feel my desire growing. He wrapped his arms around my chest and squeezed my hairless breasts, kneading them as my senses capitulated to his manipulations and I became physically overwhelmed with desire.

Sensuously, Tan whispered in my ear, "Tell me what you want, baby. You're body is screaming its desire but your mind has to agree. I want you to admit your need for me. Beg, Baby! Beg for your Master's hard cock!"

My brain told me to fight, to resist and to flee. But my pussy....it betrayed me as Tan's shaft kept up its relentless massage and his hands grappled with my tits and his fingers rolled my nipples.

"You know you want me, Baby. My cock is going to be in your pussy. It's a fact not a philosophical debate. Feel your body responding to me. You were made for me. Yes, baby, push that ass up," Tan said, as he let go of my right nipple and moved his hand to my mouth, making me suck on his fingers.

I couldn't think anymore, as desire overtook me. His power and mind overwhelmed every aspect of my being. I did try, but any real resistance was futile. I knew giving in on this first night was what I wanted and dreaded. If I admitted my need verbally as he demanded, my subservience would be complete to this barely 18 year old Vietnamese stud.

"Yes, baby, suck my fingers like you just sucked my cock. You know you want my cock deep inside you, plunging against your inner clit! Your body needs to cum so bad," Tan whispered as he ****** my legs even farther apart.

It was too much, and without any more thinking, I yelled, "Yes, please!"

"Please, what," Tan said back to me.

"Please make me totally yours!" I whimpered! "I need you so bad; I want you even more. You do things to me that I simply cannot understand, but that I don't want to resist."

Tan made me turn over and face him. His eyes said everything. They were dark, practically black and beamed down that in a way reflected his total domination of me.

"You know what this means, Matt?" he said, in a manner that was less a question than a statement.

"You're totally in charge in this house!" I said in reply.

Tan put my legs on his lithe shoulders and leaned forward his face only about a 18 inches from my face. His seemingly massive weapon was at full mast, his thick and bulbous cockhead gleamed from pre-cum and now was nestled against my pussy, pulsing, and totally full of power, ready to claim me in an even more complete way.

"When my cock enters your pussy, you are mine, Matt. Men don't let boys fuck them so clearly, you are not a man."

As he said this, his cockhead opened me up and my pussy lips squeezed around the rim as if afraid I'd say something wrong and reject the truth his mouth had uttered.

At that moment, I couldn't focus on anything but this hot man's cock as it speared my body, pushing forward with relentless determination. And yet, I wasn't entirely passive in the act of giving myself to him. My legs were locked behind his narrow waist crushing his lithe body to mine as his wiry pubes smashed against my inner tithes. As Tan bottomed out, he reared up and ordered me to look down my body and see how totally his cock was in me. It was as if his pubes were mine. Tan gyrated his cock around the sheathe my body provided. As his cock rubbed my "vaginal" wall, I felt jolts of electricity pass from the pressure his weapon placed on my prostate. The mental and physical stimulation tan exerted over my mind and body totally overloaded my circuits.

As I looked up, Tan appeared as an Asian God! He was so hyped on the power he held over me.

"Damn, Matt, you don't know how much I want the guys to know what a great lay you are. I bet they've never had pussy so good," he said as his hips power-rammed that dong of his deeper and deeper inside of me.

After awhile, Tan paused and did what he called the corkscrew, an almost circular rotation of his hips instead of the more common in and out motion. It felt amazing like almost everything he did. There was simply no way I could stop or control my coming orgasm. Seeing how my clit had firmed up, Tan pushed my body up so that it I was practically bent in half. My clit now close to my face, fired blast after blast directly onto my face as Tan delivered his sweet Asian load into my pussy. I was totally marked and there was no way I could deny it as my own sperm dripped down my face!

After rooming with Tan for a few weeks, I was getting somewhat used to meeting his expectations. Apparently, his parents insisted on having a spotless home and Tan, raised to their expectations, did, likewise. That means that I have my work cut out for me. There always seems to be chores to do and Tan often insists I do them either in the nude or wearing brightly colored panties. I don't think Tan has any particular desire to feminize me, but does this simply to manifest his dominance over me while in the apartment.

Of course, his expectations go far beyond my keeping the place clean, neat and tidy. Given some of the restrictions his parents placed on him concerning the opposite sex and his intense sex drive, Tan expects me to play the role of his girlfriend or, more aptly, sex-reliever, whenever he and I are alone in the apartment. At least, that's how it started out. Within a few weeks, I was quick to learn that Tan likes to take a few risks. He enjoys demonstrating aspects of his control over me in front of his friends but especially enjoys ******* me to suck him off when others were nearby. Naturally, he loves taking advantage of my total fear of being exposed as his personal cocksucker.

It all started after Tan realized James was working at my office but especially whenever James was over in the evenings. The first time occurred after I had offered James a ***** and then had gone to my room. I felt very awkward around these two Asian Alpha males. Tan had turned on a game but then left James engrossed in whatever they were watching long enough to stop by my room. With the door slightly ajar, he pointed to the floor and quietly said, "You better make it quick! I'd hate for James to know what his boss's favorite pastime is – or is he already your boss?"

I don't think I ever moved that quickly to obey Tan. James had been giving me vibes at work and I didn't want to add further fuel to his fire by making him aware I was sucking off his best friend and more. Still, I was deathly afraid that with the door open, he'd come looking for Tan and discover my dirty little secret. Still, I knew how strong-willed Tan is. He is small and mighty in so many ways. While shorter than I am, he is mightier than I am in both the will and cock departments. I am clearly the "bitch" in Tan's apartment. So I knew I had to get him off and fast because he wouldn't take "no" for an answer.

Tan's cock was already steel-hard by the time I freed it from his loose-fitting jeans – which was only momentarily. His cock-head flared in a deep crimson hue as the engorged specter clearly demonstrated his incredible virility. Even though I was frightened and aware of the nearness of James in the apartment, there was no denying my desire for this massive Asian cock practically dripping in front of my face.

With youthful impatience, Tan grabbed my head and mashed my face and nose into his taut balls and crotch. The scent, now deeply implanted in my brain, was an aphrodisiac that overcame any resistance I had to doing his bidding. As both Huan and Tan had so expertly trained me, I opened my mouth to now willingly accept Tan's pulsing Asian spear. With one hand on the back of my head ensuring his cock remained deeply in my throat, Tan placed the thumb of his free hand under my jaw to direct me to look up into his intense, deep, almost black eyes. I couldn't help but swallow as I saw his expression of total dominance over me, his, older and slim white slut.

The movement of my slim Adam's apple caused Tan's cock to spasm and his eyes to widen. It had a similar affect on my boy-clit. It was almost as if my Adam's apple was connected to the g-spot Tan reached when he fucked my pussy. Thankfully, although he may have been horny for ass, Tan was willing to content himself with a quick blowjob as a means of temporarily sating himself until the game ended and James left for the night.

Tan was busy humping my throat using his incredible but slender hips as he held my mouth on his dominating cock when James yelled out from the living room, "Where the hell are you, Tan?"

Knowing I'd bolt, Tan clamped his hands tightly on my head and yelled out, "be right out, James, I'm just finishing helping Matthew with some of his work!" Having said that, he hissed between tightly clenched jaws, "I'm about to cum, swallow it all and get me cleaned up quick!"

The excitement of dominating me in relative proximity to his friend coupled with the expert blowjob I provided as he had so well trained me to do, caused him to erupt in a volume that simply overwhelmed me. I coughed and could swear some of his sperm came out my nose which made Tan laugh at the same time he warned me not to spill any of his seed.

"Don't spill any of this, Matt! You know you need my sperm pulsing in you, making you every day more what you are!"

With added urgency, I quickly got myself under control and swallowed all I could before licking him clean. Tan waited until I re-packaged him in his hot briefs and zipped him up before, with some condescension, patting me on my head as he prepared to return to the living room. However, before entering the hall, he stopped momentarily and said, "Matt, you really should change your panties and jeans, I'd hate for our guest to see the pussy juices that have spotted them."

Naturally, I immediately turned red in shame, not realizing I had just cum while servicing this Asian stud.

When I stood up, I wobbled a bit, still feeling shaky from what had just transpired. It was then that I realized I was sticky down there. It was hard to believe I had cum from giving Tan a blowjob. I wondered if any other men or women reacted this way or if I was some sort of a freak. Huan and Tan had told me repeatedly that I was wired differently and that they were simply doing me a favor by training me to accept my true nature. I still felt a bit confused as to exactly what that was. But cum stains don't lie and without question, the scene that had just transpired got me off in way that I could neither deny nor understand.

Still feeling a bit dazed, I went to my underwear drawer and fished out a clean pair of panties and grabbed another pair of jeans. Thankfully, I had a second pair although they were slightly different in style and make from the ones I had been wearing. Before putting these on, I peered into the hall and then dashed into the bathroom to clean myself off. After getting dressed, I splashed some water on my face, and feeling some sense of order had returned, went back to join Tan and James.

Before I could sit down, James pointed at me and said, "Matt, did you just change into another pair of jeans?" Naturally, I immediately blushed, sensing that he was on to me.

Tan couldn't help himself and laughed, briefly distracting both James and I. "Matt was working on a project and spilled some **** on his crotch. He had to get the stuff off before it stained them."

James, at least acted convinced, but I still felt uncomfortable about what his intensely observing eyes might have taken in. In my mind I heard Tan say, "Matt spilled his seed," but then remembered, compared to the thick and copious load of Tan's I had just swallowed, what I had expelled had to be more like a woman's pussy juices than a real man's cum. Of course how was I to have known the difference until submitting to these two Vietnamese boys who so dominated me. For about 14 years, I had only known the results of my own hands and thought I produced what every other guy did. Damn, had they so proven me wrong and shaken my self-understanding and identity in the process!

The next day at the office was awkward to say the least. I had bent down to fix a connection on my computer and was on my knees with my butt out when James passed by my cubicle. The next thing I knew, I felt two hands grab my ass. At first I froze, not knowing it was him, but then went to get up but hit my head on my own desk knocking myself back down.

Seeing what had happened, James reached down, placed his arms around my waist and hefted me to my feet. I swore I could feel his hard dick pressing through his khakis against my ass and it didn't feel as if it were a minor protusion.

Pushing me into my chair, he swiveled it around until I was eye-level with his ample crotch. "You need to be more careful, Matt, if you hurt yourself, who's going to make my tea?" With that, he backed out of my cubicle leaving me dazed and confused.

From that point on, James seemed to grow more aggressive towards me. He loved grabbing my ass whenever I was he caught me alone with my back towards him. When I accosted him about it, he would just laugh and say, "Matt, I'm so sorry if I've offended you. If you were a girl, I'd have fucked you in the copier room by now. Frankly, your ass is hotter than any girl's I've seen. I've always wanted to tap a white chick and when you're bent over, I find it hard to remember you're actually a man!"

Well, at least he was honest but his words and actions still humiliated me intensely. Here I was 25, with the company for three years since graduation, and this just graduated high school intern had basically said I had a woman's ass and had gone so far as to fondle it without asking my permission. James assertiveness at work mirrored Tan's at home. I really began to feel as if they were the older, more mature ones as well as somehow superior to me, and it both confused and bothered me immensely!

I decided to confront Tan about it. It was one of the rare times I had ever challenged him and I think he was initially surprised by the spunk I demonstrated in doing so. I had just finished cooking our dinner and naturally had served him at the table before sitting down. While he was eating, I brought up the situation concerning James at work.

I was angry and felt so frustrated I started to cry. "What is it about you boys, Tan? I am a man, damn it, yet around you I feel so confused. I feel more like your wife, maid or little boy than your male roommate or equal. And then there's your friend James. He keeps feeling my ass and telling me how sexy and womanly it is and how much he wants to tap one like mine on a real white woman but never has found one with an ass as sexy as mine!"

When I had first met Tan and fell under his spell, he would have spanked me, lightly, had I carried on like this. However, tonight he took a different tact and waited until I had spewed forth all my frustration. His quiet patience as he sat listening to me, again demonstrated a maturity beyond his years. Tan must have known that waiting me out was far better than interrupting my rant. Getting up, he motioned for me to follow him into the living room.

Tan sat down on the couch and beckoned me to lie down, face up with my head in his lap. With his fingers, he wiped away my tears of shame and frustration and then gently massaged my head while holding it so my cheek was next to his cock.

"Are you finished now, baby?" he cooed. After I signed my agreement by my silence, Tan began to explain things to me. "Matt, let me begin by reminding you that neither Huan nor I have ever made you do anything against your will. Neither of us ever used any ***** to make you get down on your knees or to spread your legs for us. I'll admit, we have used words and gestures but these have been more to help you understand your true self. I have had to spank you at times, but you've always, willingly bent over my lap and accepted it as if you internally knew you both needed and wanted my correction."

"Now let's examine why you do this. Matt, when you first went to my 20-year-old brother's for a massage you were a 25-year old virgin. You had never had any success with a woman nor done anything sexually with a man. Yet, your body reacted in such a way that Huan knew, immediately, what your mind and body craved. I am more than seven years younger than you are and I too, could tell, as soon as I laid eyes on you. Any doubt I had disappeared as soon as I saw your reaction when you first beheld my cock. It was as if the truth about yourself you could not admit had been removed, like a blindfold, in a single instance. Your eyes were as wide as saucers and you even licked your lips. I realize that you're undersized even compared to typical Asians and that may have made you desire, even more so, to experience what a real man's cock is like, even if it is on a Vietnamese man like me. So, Huan gave you to me so I could teach you and help you.

"You took to cock like it was the most natural thing in the world proving to me and to yourself that you are a total bottom. Matt, you were made to receive a man's cock in your pussy and in your throat. You should have overcome any of your doubts about yourself when you came in your excitement the very first time you deep-throated me. But then, there's your ass. James is so right. It isn't an ass I've ever seen on a man—it's far better. Do you know how turned on I get when I smack it and watch it jiggle before me, begging to be fucked? Do you have any idea how your pussy grips my weapon, pulling my cock forward and into you? I know that I am not gay, but when I fuck you, I never feel as if I am fucking a true man. Partly that's because you only have a cockette, but then a real man wouldn't respond sexually as you do."

"Matt, I looked at some porn on the internet when I was first training you. I checked out a bunch of sites like Corbin Fisher and Sean Cody. I'm not sure if these guys are straight as they claim, but unlike them, you lock your legs around me like a woman does when she's in heat as if she can ***** her man deeper into her womb. What I'm trying to say, is that your body and mind crave my cock whether you can admit it or not. Believe me, all your actions betray any ability you have to deny it."

"Now let's examine how you cum. Before you met my brother and me, you only used your left hand. And oh, by the way, some scientists say there's a correlation with being left-handed and gay. Now you cum without using your hands. Yes, I did train you because I knew you had no sexual self-control. Your masturbation sessions lasted one or two minutes? Now, because you are concentrating on my pleasure, you last much longer. My seed has had its effect on you in ways you'll never fully grasp. Matt, I've trained you to cum like a woman. When you see me, your nipples harden. When I fuck you, your pussy draws me deep into your womb and as I hit your prostate, your clit oozes your fluids. Frankly, I don't know how you got through high school without having that ass of yours tapped but now that we both know the truth, that I own you, you'll be getting cock regularly!"

"You know, at one point I was worried you might turn me gay. But your sexual response is so feminized that I no-longer feel as if I'm fucking a man. That's why I expect you to do the housework and serve my needs because, Matt, you simply are not a man!"

"Frankly, I'm getting tired of your denials. I've been as patient with you as long as I can. Perhaps I need to tattoo the words, 'Tan's Pussy' above your ass just so you'll remember? The bottom line, get over yourself. While I don't like to use these words because I'm not naturally mean-spirited, you're a fucking fag and mine to use. By the way, I'm not sure if James is into men or not. I never thought I'd be and generally, I'm not. But your ass and mouth are something to behold, especially for a little Asian guy like me. White girls are often rude and ignore me because they're stupid. But your pussy is mine. It begs for a true man's cock unlike the little boy's weenie that hangs between your creamy, girlish thighs! Every time I give you what you crave and see my olive cock going into your white pussy it makes me crazy. And now, because you've made me say all this ****, I think it's time for you to do your duty. So strip right here in front of the window and get on your knees between my legs because your Asian Daddy has something for you to slurp on!"

Of course, I did immediately as I was told. Perhaps all the things Tan told me were true. I had cum from sucking his cock, and my pussy wanted that spear right now. I didn't want to wait but needed the reassurance of his attention as he plunged it in to me. I craved his masculine attention and his masterly control. I grew happy yielding to his desires and sexually responded to his needs. I felt flush as I bent over, thankful I had pre-lubed when I had arrived at the apartment.

Tan was in no mood to finger me or loosen me up but had me lube him through a quick blowjob before entering my pussy in one quick plunge. The entry did hurt initially, but his long-dicking me soon had me in ecstasy! Tan, still dressed, lay on top of me, his knees between mine as he fucked me for all he was worth. Tonight, he ordered me to cup the head of my cockette with my right hand but demanded I not stimulate it in any way. He said he was going to do all the man's work and fuck my juices out of me. So that was the division of labor, I realized. I did the woman's work and he did the man's work – getting me to cum through servicing him. Well, at least in that moment, as his dick rubbed my prostate raw, his concept of the division of labor seemed to work for me.

"Matt, in a moment you're going to cum for me. I want you to taste your juices and then I'm going to cum in your mouth. You'll see, in an instant, the qualitative difference and why you need to be with a true man. Maybe then, you'll quit fighting the truth!"

I was so close and Tan knew it. He started a countdown as he slammed into me, his man-sized cock, practically coming out my throat every time he bottomed out. Ten, Nine, Eight....and as he hit one, I lost it. My thin cockette spewed into my hand as my pussy squeezed around his spear.

Quickly, Tan pulled us sideways and grabbed my hand, making me taste and lick my own juices. I'd say seed, but that would make what I produced sound equal in quality to Tan's and it simply wasn't. Then, when he had me on my back, he sat on my chest, pulled my head up over his prong and jetted eight spurts into my waiting mouth as our eyes locked. Some of his rich cream dribbled on my lips but Tan simply wiped it with his fingers and placed them on my lips to lick clean. As always, he was right. Hands down, there was no comparison because he is the true man. Even as I finished cleaning him up, I had a fleeting thought, is James the man that Tan is? It would seem that events were transpiring that might lead to me finding out.

James was not on my mind much longer. For just as I had finished licking Tan clean but while his softening dick was still on my tongue, the front door opened and Huan walked in. "Man, Bro, what a show you put on. I couldn't help but see how you so masterfully fucked the bitch! I didn't want to interrupt your fun, but I haven't gotten any for a few days and thought you might share with your big bro since I'm the one that gave Matt here to you!"

Tan just laughed and responded by saying, "Where do you want her, in her room or here? Do you want my sloppy seconds or are you just going to use her mouth?"

Huan replied, "Who knows what friends of yours might be stopping by. I think I'll just close the curtain and fuck her where she is since I'm sure you've got her all lubed. Hell, I think I've only fucked her once before and I couldn't forget how hot that white ass and pussy are!"

"That's too true, Bro! How could I deny my big Bro!" Tan said. "She's all yours!"

I was in no position to resist! Here I was, freshly fucked, cum deep in my womb and at the entrance to my pussy. I was on my back just where Tan had placed me. All too quickly, Tan's cock slipped past my lips as he stood up to make room for his older brother. Tan's dick, still slightly fluffed, swang from side to side as he looked very much like a man who had just had a great lay!

Before I could think much, Huan barked his orders, "On your knees, bitch, now it's my turn!"

I had barely rolled over, when a very horny Huan was on his knees behind me pulling me into place. Without any preamble, he sunk his ram-rod Vietnamese spear balls-deep into my well-loosened pussy.

"Damn, Bro, I should be here every night using your bitch. This white-boy's pussy sure is fine. This ass is as good as any I've ever fucked. I know Mom and Dad would cut your balls off if they ever caught you fucking a real bitch. But frankly, Bro, I don't think there are many who are as fine as Matty here when it comes to ass! Why don't you give her a little bit more of that super-man sized cock while I'm tapping this incredible pussy?" Huan went on to say as he smacked my ass with his right hand while long-dicking my pussy.

"Bro, seeing her mouth open like she's in heat from her second fuck in half an hour, I just might have to do that," Tan responded.

"Matt, seeing as you're busy, I'll even be so kind as to unwrap your present," Tan said, mockingly, as he hauled that hot weapon that had just moments before sprayed his man-seed deep inside me out of his now-confining underwear.

In all this time, I think I had been too shocked to say anything. To be the meat in a Vietnamese sandwich was perhaps the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. Tan was certainly his brother's equal in the dick department and I think got off on having impressed his brother by his earlier show of domination. Frankly, that he could be so hard within minutes of coming was amazing. But there he was, in all his glory waiting for my open mouth.

"Tan," Huan said from behind me, "put the bitch's mouth on your dick and hold his head, I'll do all the work for both of us. Every time I long-dick this amazing pussy, I'll be ******* that hot mouth onto your spear! Does it work for you?"

As Huan, in essence, double-fucked me, he added, "You know, Bro, I bet guys would line up and pay for this incredible ass! Hell, I'd almost be willing to pay. But then, we've done Matt such a favor by breeding him!"

Tan laughed in response as his dick kept being rubbed against my Adam's apple just as his brother's crossed my prostate. Even though I had just cum, I could feel my clit hardening from all the stimulation, verbal, anal and otherwise I was receiving from these incredibly hot Vietnamese studs.

"I don't know, Huan, but it is something to think about. I've read stories on Literotica about a Chinese guy who loves fucking and breeding white chicks. This ass and throat would make most guys cum better than that on any white chick. Hell, isn't that ass amazing!"

"Yep," Huan responded, and I don't have to bring the "girl" flowers or any of that ****. Plus, Mattie here is ever so thankful for what we give her, aren't you Matt?"

Even though Huan was in need of a fuck, he, like his younger brother, had great stamina. Finally, he leaned forward, grabbed my tits in his nimble hands and licked my ear lobe sending me into ecstasy as I felt his prick emptying his balls deep inside me. Tan must have thought what he was seeing was hot as he pumped another, albeit smaller load deep into my throat. While their massive wangs were embedded in my mouth and pussy and before they had deflated, the boys high-fived each other, still pumped from their release.

"We should do this more often, Bro!" Tan said to his brother.

"Normally, I have ample pussy but my day was dry and I thought about what you were getting so I just had to stop by," Huan responded.

When they both pulled out, it sounded like two popping noises. I was so afraid I'd leak their spunk that I quickly got to my knees and stood up, squeezing my buns together as I dashed to my bathroom.

"Yea, Babe," I heard Tan saying, "You know better than to spill any of our man-seed!" before both he and Huan cracked up laughing.

What a night it had been, and there definitely was more to cum where these to Asian studs were concerned!

I was never good at gymnastics, mental, physical or otherwise. After two Vietnamese boys had so dominated me last night, I wasn't even sure how I got to bed.

As I quickly realized, I never made it to the shower before crawling into bed. It's a good thing Tan insists the area around my pussy is kept shaved, as there was enough sperm around it that it had formed a crust I could virtually pick off and eat – not that I really wanted to! I felt some itchy spots on my back where one of them must have shot while the other was fucking me. Regardless, I was too wasted to care when I woke up to my alarm which I couldn't remember having set. I could only hope one of the boys had taken pity on me.

Seeing no need to cover up what had been so prominently on display, I padded down the hall to the bathroom almost afraid to see what looked back at me from the mirror.

Wow! Even after a deep *****, I looked fucked. And the mirror wasn't focused on my pussy! I had a hickey on my lower neck I could only hope a shirt would cover and my hair was entirely disheveled from the hands that had gripped my head as a measure of controlling the cock-sucking service I had rendered to both these men.

One thing I realized, while exhausted and having a sore pussy, I felt ravished in a good way. I had ingested man-sperm of a quality that I, myself, could seemingly never produce and the boys had fucked the cum or whatever you'd call my fluids out of me twice. In one sense, I felt proud that I could produce such an intense sexual response from these manly and extremely handsome men. That they had chosen me to train and had ingested their sperm into me made my clit fluff up as if it had some value. I realized they were trying to help me understand that I did have value as a person...if not as a man...but in ways I would never have understood before.

Time was wasting and I couldn't get into the shower soon enough to wash off all that happened yesterday evening. I held the wand of hot water over my pussy and exhaled in relief as it soothed my over stimulated entry.

While I was relaxing in the haze of steam, Tan shocked the hell out of me by appearing in my bathroom, nude, and pulling back my shower curtain. He had just woken up and grinned as he saw me bent forward with my finger massaging and cleaning my ass.

"Damn, boy, you just can't get enough!" he uttered, before adding, "you better hurry if you're going to suck me off, have breakfast, and get to work on time!"

His words might as well have been cold water as they had the same affect. I quickly turned off the water, dried off, shaved, and rushed to his room, naked, to provide his morning "services."

Tan was propped up on pillows watching CNN waiting for me. I crawled up between his legs and kept my head low enough so as not to block his view. Close up, his cock was a marvel; rich, dark olive, with a mushroom head pulsing with energy. I felt in awe of this boy who had such an incredible of wielding this massive spear as I licked from the underside where it connected with his potent balls to the tip where a glistening pearl of pre-cum was waiting for me.

Instinctively, Tan grabbed my head and held his cock deep in my throat. He did this to keep me silent and to remind me of my subservient role as his personal cocksucker. "Yea, baby, you were so wasted last night after the fucking Huan and I gave you, we had to practically carry you to your bed! You are lucky you have a kind master – since I set your alarm. Otherwise, you wouldn't be getting this," he said as he pulsed his cock now lodged deep in my throat, "and I would have had to punish you for failing to do your duties!"

"Matt, I think the French got it all wrong when they invaded my country and thought they could master us. We simply had to outlast them and now look who the master is!" Tan continued as he smiled slightly but looked down at me, impaled upon his cock, with an intense as steel-hardened glaze. "Yes, white-boy, you are learning how to serve a real man and bring him pleasure and Huan and I are very proud of your progress."

His last words soothed my sore psyche as his thick sperm blasted onto my tongue and deep into my throat. Still, I knew hot coffee would help but not remove the traces of hoarseness that would inevitably still be present when I got to the office from all the deep-throating I had provided these two Vietnamese studs.

After I consumed the last of his sperm and washed his dominant cock clean, Tan let me get up and rush to get our breakfast prepared so I could then dress for work. While my coffee was brewing I got water going for his tea and then prepared his cereal. He had sauntered out and taken his chair while I was quickly getting our simple meal organized. Tan had on a pair of running shorts but still, my eyes were drawn to his hairless but well-defined chest. He knew, as did I, that I could never get enough of him and he relished how that inspired our roles that had, up to this point, remained within the confines of our modest apartment.

Laughing at me, Tan said, "Don't worry, Baby, there's plenty more left for you tonight! Now you better get dressed or you'll be late for work!"

Damn, did those words bring reality to my world. The thought of Dave and James standing there with a stop watch waiting for my arrival pushed me into a frenzy. After quickly washing and putting away our breakfast items, I literally ran to my room, dressed, and rushed out the door to work. Parking was a bitch and I arrived at the office, breathless and with less than 30 seconds to spare. It wasn't a glorious arrival, but, thankfully, adequate.

James had a cubicle across from mine. When I dashed to my cubicle, I looked over and noticed that he was sitting in his chair nonchalantly, with one leg on the floor and another up on his desk, the outline of well-defined cock clearly visible in his form-fitting trousers. As I bent over to turn on my computer, I heard him utter, "Damn, what an incredible ass!"

Of course, I knew he was talking about mine. Even though I fought against doing so, I couldn't help but flush beet red. That "ass" he was referring to had been admired and used by his best friend and his best friend's older brother within the past twelve hours so I knew it was the type that straight men found attractive! But the problem remained; that ass was mine and not on some hot, white chic!

Thankfully, Dave was busy sucking up to the boss, so James simply laughed aloud at my reaction and said, "It must be hard for you knowing all the wood guys through when they see you bent over! You would have serious problems if you turned around and had any measure of a chest. Hell, I think many guys would fuck you regardless if the need and circumstances were there!"

James' words made me angry and I was unable to come up with a smart retort. In a way, Dave saved the day coming out of the bosses office and asking where his coffee and James tea was. I felt like telling them both to go to hell and get their own but, instead, grasped at the straw that was offered to escape from an embarrassing situation growing between me and James. Did he really want to fuck me or was he simply playing with my mind?

As I was learning, sex is much more than the physical action of humping which, theoretically anyone is capable of. I say theoretically, because it is something I've never done and both Tan and Huan have told me I'll never do. At least for me, now that Tan has forbid me to jack off, sex also has an intense psychological dimension. Standing at the coffee machine with a pair of women's panties under my otherwise masculine clothes with a pussy that still could sense the pulsing, heat that radiated from the seemingly massive Asian cocks of the two Vietnamese boys who dominated me, I was at a loss as to know who I what I was becoming.

As I waited for James' tea to finish, I couldn't help but hear two of the younger secretaries talking as they came into the break room. "Isn't James hot!" the young blond said. "Yeah, for a young guy, he exudes so much confidence that it really makes you look at him twice," her co-worker responded.

Dave's coffee and James' tea were ready and the mugs were in my hands as they walked in. While silently at least acknowledging my existence, neither of these women even gave me a casual glance indicating neither saw in me what they sensed in our youthful, Chinese intern.

In a way, I felt humiliated by these two women. Neither had ever done anything for me but still, I was rankled by how they acted as if I was non-existent as a man. It certainly did nothing for my ego and made my cockette shrink up into an even greater degree of insignificance.

As I carried the coffee and tea to Dave and James, I reflected on the reality that I did nothing for these women and they did nothing for me. Tan had pointed that out but the front-office secretaries had made what he said real. He had also indicated I was wired differently than real men and the fact that I could care less about their tits and asses made him right yet again. Instead, I realized I thought a bit as they did. Secretly, I did find myself looking at James' crotch wondering what his dick was like and then day-dreaming about what he might do with it. I wondered if he could fuck me as masterfully as Tan to an earth-shattering, hands-free orgasm.

At least those thoughts resurrected my clit to at least appear somewhat present in my panties as I handed the men their morning beverages. After placing their ****** in the allotted place, both muttered their thanks and, in essence shooed me away. I was glad to be unencumbered by their needs as I had my own work to do.

Around three o'clock, I noticed James walking by with his hands on the ass of the blond secretary who had spoken about him earlier in the day. She was definitely flirting with him and had led him on quite a bit intimating they should get together later.

Naturally, I looked down to see that his cock had responded making me lick my lips wondering just what his package contained. Of course, luck was not on my side, as James had turned in time to see what I was staring at and took the opportunity to wink at me.

Any other man would be pondering the blond's tits or ass but not me. Having had James' hands on my ass, I was feeling a bit jealous and wondering if rubbing my buns caused his dick to fluff up as much as it had when he had cupped that bimbo's ass.

Later that evening, James stopped by the apartment. I had come home from work and received a protein-laden snack from Tan before cooking our dinner. So I was relieved that James arrived as I was doing the dishes and Tan was relaxing in the living room rather than during our prior activities.

I couldn't help but hear James' sexy voice as he complained about his blue-balls. That blond had led him on, suggesting they meet after work but then dumped him when she realized he was too young to ***** with her in a bar. It seemed she expected him to buy her ****** before she gave him any rewards. James was pissed at white women in general for having such stuck up attitudes. He claimed she would never have treated him that way if he were white or if she had experienced a ride on his Chinese cock.

As I entered the living room, Tan was laughing at James frustration. With me at his beck and call, he hadn't experienced blue balls in months. Tan had knocked some magazines on the floor and when I bent down to pick them up, James said, "Damn, Tan, your roommate's ass looks better and better all the time. I don't know what's coming over me but put a wig on him and I'd fuck him in an instant!"

Tan smiled and said, "Well, my friend, you've got to take what you can get! Don't let those white bitches get you down. Anyway, who needs a wig? As far as I'm concerned, a mouth is a mouth and an ass an ass. Anyone would have to agree, Matt's here is pretty fine."

There was a quiet moment in the room. I turned red as usual and James stared at Tan wondering just what he was suggesting while still furtively glancing at my ass!

Tan saved the day, barely, by adding, "Well, it's best you not screw around with those you work with, James, but when you're in charge, a boy like Matt here better watch out!"

With that, James smiled but neither verbally agreed nor disagreed whereas his dick, prominently outlined in his trousers said all I needed to hear.

I knew it was time to get out of there and quickly excused myself to run some errands. I think I made some lame comment such as, "we're running low on rice" as I made my exit to which James responded, "I don't know, it seems like Tan and I have all the rice you need!"

I knew, at that point, my life was going to become even more awkward!

That Saturday night I had gone to bed early. It was near the end of the summer and Tan and his friend James had arranged to go out to a party. I was relieved as I was always ill at ease around James and for the entire summer, he'd made me feel intensely uncomfortable at work by his slights and innuendo. Most of his comments were such that only I could hear but I always worried that others would see my face redden after he slapped my ass or pinched my bottom. I knew I should have done something to have gotten him to stop but I always felt so humiliated by his actions that I'd become immobilized and unable to think of the right things to say or do.

But that night I was content. I had the apartment to myself and decided to take a sinfully luxurious bubble bath using some lavender scented soap and bath oils I had found at a dollar store. Yep, lavender. I know it sounds so girlie and feminine but the scent was very soothing to me. I had shaved very carefully after the long soak and felt very smooth and incredibly clean as I put the panties on that Tan insisted I wear after drying off and cleaning up after myself.

I had had a hard week and relished going to bed early without the pressure of having to satisfy Tan. I admit I was a bit jealous and worried he'd pick up some girl and lose interest in me but I realized I was in no position to make demands on him. Over the months he'd lived with me, Tan had matured a bit and while still a young 18, seemed even more the man in our relationship. My cooking skills had improved and I really had become the "woman" in our apartment. Still, although the sex had been mind-bending, I had yet to wake up in the arms of a man that loved me, something I was beginning to realize I had craved all my life. Well, maybe that's a misstatement. I had only realized my true desires when Tan and Huan had helped me to understand I was seemingly unable to provide the type of "love" a real woman expected. Further, they had taught that I sexually responded much as a woman would to a man. And, despite my desire that things would be different, I had just about accepted that I wanted to serve a real man that might, dare I say, love me for more than my pussy in return.

Anyway, clean and smooth, I waited up for Tan to return only to give up and go to bed around 11:00 p.m. For some reason, I crawled into bed and fell asleep on my stomach with my now longish hair splayed all around me.

At some point in the night, I sensed I was not alone. Strong hands were lightly squeezing and then slapping my butt. In my ****** haze, I assumed Tan had come home and wanted a late night fuck. I could hear him lowering his zipper and removing his clothes. The next thing I felt was my bed sag as his weight joined mine on the bed. Covers were pulled off and then I felt him lay on top of me, his cock nestled in my buns.

It was at that moment I realized it couldn't have been Tan. Whomever it was weighed more and was at least six inches taller. Before I could turn over a man's hand covered my mouth as a set of teeth grazed my ear. I realized who it was when James began whispering, "Don't worry, Matt, I put Tan to bed. He drank too much and is out for the night. But I'm sober enough to get what I want before leaving you and this town to go to college! All summer you've been flaunting that white ass in my face, bending down and tempting me with a bottom that any girl would beg for. Hell, even now, you're wearing silky panties, lying here under me, squeezing my cock like you've wanted my dick all along. And tonight, Matt, I'm not playing any games. Your roommate may be too out of it to get any of this, but I sure the hell am taking what I want so you better get used to the idea!"

By this point, James was fucking my cheeks while resting his entire weight on my back, lifting up only slightly to hunch me.

"Yes, Matt, after a few beers Tan couldn't resist telling me about your so-called relationship! I always wondered how he got the master suite in your apartment...but then, it's because he is your master! I can only imagine the little stud giving your bare little pussy...and I know he likes you nice and smooth just like a sweet Asian girl...all the cock it needs!"

Suddenly, James used his knees to spread my legs apart and lowered his hands to finger my tits. "Wow, Matt your tits feel just like a small Asian girl's. I'd have said bitch but I save that term for white bitches like you. Oh, by the way," he said as he grabbed my breasts, "what are they, an A-cup," he teased. "Don't worry," he added, "I'm not going to fuck them tonight. I don't want to waste myself on your pathetic, flat chest. Instead, you're going to put out for me like those bitches at work should have. Yes, Matt, you are going to make up for all the fucks they denied me and for the ************ they put me through. You, Matt, are going to be this Chinaman's white bitch!"

With that, James leaned back and ripped off my panties. The cool air on my hairless ass and the nearness of his surprisingly meaty upper thighs made me break out in goose bumps. I didn't know what to do. Should I yell **** and hope Tan would hear me and wake up? Should I try to fight James off? Just as when we were together in the office and he'd touch me, I felt too immobilized to respond.

James didn't waste time but aggressively flipped me over and sat on my legs. His cock, now engorged with *****, was right above mine, his walnut-sized balls touching my smaller ones.

Seeing how small I was in comparison, James laughed. "My, my, Matt, no wonder I've never seen you out on a date. Your cock would never make a real woman happy. If only the bitches at the office could see us now, my Chinese cock and your pathetic, little-boy pee-pee, they'd be begging for it! But now, Matt, you're going to beg for it. You are going to be the West that meets the East. You're going to be one of the first Americans to see your future when I literally fuck your brains out!"

James moved forward, his knees now on either side of my head and pinning down my arms. He then placed his hairy balls over my mouth and his Chinese cock right on top of my nose. "Breathe in my scent," James ordered. "Open your mouth and lick my balls," he continued.

I did as he told me to do. Tan had trained me to obey my superiors and James clearly demonstrated he was that and more. As I looked up, my eyes saw with clarity his oozing, purple cockhead as it rested on the bridge of my nose. I don't know what I should have been thinking, but soon, James leaned slightly forward and slimed my forehead with his thick pre-cum. "Yes, Matt, I'm marking you. Be thankful it is my cock and not some radical's from the Middle East! Yes, while we Chinese will take you over economically, they want to take you over body and soul! Tonight, I'm just going to take you!"

I was tempted to say some smartass comment but when I looked up I was silent by the intensity of James gaze.

James was looking down at me in the same manner Tan and Huan had. His eyes were almost a mystical black that exuded authority and power. There was no way, at that moment, to conceive our seven year age difference for James was not the lesser but my greater as he looked down, triumphantly on my **********. Without saying anything, James eyes ordered me to open my mouth for his hooded spear. His foreskin was totally retracted and his head shiny from his pre-cum.

At first, James simply rested his cock on my tongue. The weight felt amazing and I knew better to wait before acting on my impulse to suck. James nodded before grabbing my head and shoving that Chinese wang completely down my throat. As my eyes watered and throat constricted around his seemingly immense organ, James leaned forward, grabbed my headboard with his hands and skillfully started to fuck my throat. I think he took great joy knowing he could, at will, ******* me with his cock. He loved the fact his bristly and thick-black pubic hair surrounded my nose, a total contrast to the closely cropped hairs that surrounded my clit and the smoothness of my pussy. The sensitive glans of James cock seemed to be in constant contact with my own, sensitive Adam 's apple.

Much like Tan and Huan, James had incredible stamina. I was convinced these Asian alpha males were the superior of most men their age. Whereas by not allowing me to play with myself Tan had enabled me to resist coming, he, his brother Huan, and now James showed that they could endure the physical stimulation my body provided for seemingly ages without end!

James eyes were glued on his long, olive spear as it rammed in and out of my throat. I had no idea at the time of the depth or range of his sexual experience but he seemed to definitely be enjoying himself. "A mouth is a mouth, Matt, and yours is doing an exceptional job. I bet Tan's been teaching you to service him because I would never, otherwise have expected you to be this gifted!" he exclaimed. James then leaned back and placed his right hand on my neck trying to gauge just how deep his cock reached. His sense of control and the pleasure he received from knowing he could feel his thick head deep in my throat was obvious in the sighs he emitted.

All of a sudden, James pulled out of my mouth and moved off the bed. He walked around it, his massive cock swaying obscenely from side to side. "I bet the only cock that's been in your virginal ass has been Vietnamese," James said with what almost seemed to be a sneer on his face. "So tonight, you'll simply have to contend yourself with Chinese!" He added, "But don't worry, all the quality things in life these days are made in China!"

Quickly changing the subject James asked, "Do you have a jockstrap anywhere?"

I'm not exactly the sporty type but I did have a jock from my college days in my underwear drawer. However, I didn't want to tell him because I was afraid how he'd react when he saw all the panties Tan has been ******* me to wear.

James gave me no choice and went right to that drawer as if he knew which one it would be. Just as I thought, he chortled when he saw what it contained. "Boy, Matt, if the girls in the office could see what you have here they'd be amazed. Damn, I bet Alex would love to see the bitches he fucks wear these," he said as he held up a pair of red panties. Naturally, my faced turned a deep crimson almost matching them.

James rummaged until he found my jock and threw it to me. "Put it on," he ordered! "I don't want to see your pathetic excuse for a cock while I fuck you. With this, I'll have perfect access to your pussy and can pretend that you're a girl as you beg for my fuck. I guess I could have just ripped a hole in the red ones, but, hey, I bet you look so hot in them I'd hate to see them wasted!"

Almost without thinking, I took the jock he had thrown and slipped it up my thighs and over my clit. It's odd the things you recall at strange moments, but I couldn't help but remember that when I last wore it, my pubic hair would sometimes be exposed at the edges but now, all that was there was pure, white skin. How things had changed over the past seven months. In high school and college, I had hoped I could be a man like all the others in the gym or even like my younger brother. I wasn't all that much smaller than they were but clearly, something was different. They were always more physical than I. I was much more refined and wasn't as suited for the rough and tumble of most sports as they were. Plus, I could easily be intimidated when guys acted in a physically aggressive way towards me.

James approached my bed as if he had won a prize. All his frustration and lust were concentrated in a cock that was Tan's equal. From where I was splayed, I swear I could see his cock pulse as his red, Chinese ***** pumped in and out of his organ. I don't know about the average Chinese, but James certainly defied the stereotypes.

James came to the edge of my bed and pulled me forward by my legs. With surprising gentleness, he ran his hands up and down the inside of my thighs. Most men and boys have rather pronounced hair in that location and I once had some but Tan had ordered me to shave what I had off and to use Nair and scented cream to keep the area soft and smooth. And of course, I just had to have taken a scented bubble bath before going to bed.

"Your skin is incredible," James said with an air of astonishment. "Your skin is so white and creamy, a great contrast to my more olive complexion. I can't wait to see my cock as it slides into your shaved and baby-smooth pussy."

I couldn't help but recall similar words Tan and Huan had used in our earliest encounters. Back then, they repeatedly told me they were helping me to find my true self -- that their sperm...the sperm of true men...would mark me and change me into what I was made to be. Perhaps my incapacity to resist James only proved they were correct -- what they had injected into me had achieved the results they had foretold. And now, I was about to receive another Asian injection!

As I thought about these things, James had moved forward and placed his knees between mine. He grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders. As he leaned forward, he rolled me back, exposing my winking pussy to him. No words were spoken as he began to slide his cock back and forth against my pussy lips, sliming them with his copious pre-cum. Thank goodness, I had gone to bed, pre-lubed in case Tan had wanted me after their party was over.

"I can't help but think of you as a girl," James said as he looked down into my eyes. "But I know you're a man or at least you should be. But Matt, your body was made to be fucked. Your skin is flushed with sexual excitement and your tits are hard. I can only imagine that if you were a true woman, you'd ovulate just as my cock entered your womb!"

Oddly, James seemed to know I'd be clean. He never mentioned protection. Maybe he and Tan had spoken but, nevertheless, it was clear he intended to breed me. His cock simply wasn't to be denied. James pushed his cock against the entrance of my pussy and gasped as my lips opened to receive him.

Having never inserted my clit into anything other than my hand, I could only assume the delight he felt as he penetrated my body. In one sense, I felt far removed, almost sad that I would never experience the thrill he was receiving. Yet, I also felt my own release as I felt James take me. I had given up the fight and succumbed to his lead in the dance we'd been having ever since the day he started as our intern. Whatever doubt I had of his superiority was over as his rampant cock repeated rubbed my prostate.

Clearly, James was taking me. But I was also giving myself to him for his pleasure. He had, perhaps, intended to diminish me by taking me, but as I realized in that instance, he was also giving me what I needed, what I craved. This is what Tan and Huan had been telling me all along. It was more than dominance and ********** although aspects of these were, to be sure, present.

I realize you may never understand, but it also had to do with nature — at that moment, James and mine but Tan's and Huan's as well. It was their nature to be powerful and dominant. It was my nature to be more supportive, in the background. I was a giver and they were takers – but they gave of themselves as well. The contradiction and the truth were startling. I was only now beginning to see and understand what my mind and my body craved. Huan and Tan said one day I'd understand and finally, the mental and physical were merging in the same way James and I were becoming one.

My mind was freed of its thoughts as James made his presence very known. He was rutting now, using his hips to thrust his cock deep into my womb. Here was a man clearly intent on seeding me. He thrust my legs off his shoulders, leaned back, and gripped my ankles to keep his body rooted to its purpose.

James was not to be denied. His pelvic muscles were working overtime and he was so intense in his fucking that I could feel his bones smacking against mine. I was sure I would be red from the physical contact and sore from his exertion.

Stopping momentarily, as if to catch his breath, James merely uttered two words but they were clearly a command: "turn over." Soon, my ass was in the air like a baboon's and James had reinserted his cock into my pussy. He placed his weight completely on my back. Our skin touched everywhere and I could feel his pointed nipples as they rubbed my back between my shoulder blades.

"Yes, Baby," he cooed as he sucked on my ear. He was treating me as he would a woman...taking what he wanted but giving at the same time. James ****** me down on the bed, his left hand under my jaw and the right, tight around my chest. I'm surprised that Tan couldn't hear the smacking sounds he made as he pistioned in and out of me. He was on automatic now and was none other but an incredible, fucking machine. Smack, smack, smack....in and out...on and on it went.

James started to suck on the area where my neck and left shoulder merged. Yet again, he was marking me. The hand that held my chest moved to my breasts, flat and scrawny but soft and he squeezed before rolling my small, pointed nipples.

It was a good thing Tan had trained me to cum solely through the stimulation of my prostate, as there was no way I'd have ever been able to place a hand on my clit. It was all about James, but also, me, because James was giving me everything that he was and as Tan had, showing me, once again everything I am and need.

A person like me who has never fucked can't quite get into the head of a man who does. James was a total, rutting, Chinese stud with a degree of self-mastery that was amazing. He'd been waiting for this moment ever since he'd met me in my apartment but his need to conquer and take me had grown through our daily contact at the office. While I had thought he was simply having fun and games at my expense, he was totally serious. James didn't think of me as an equal, sexually, and clearly didn't perceive or treat me as a man. While he knew I had the equipment of one, well, theoretically at least, he had correctly understood that I was wired differently. Perhaps this is the true nature of an Alpha male. They seem to smell the scent of weakness; they know their prey or ones who are naturally vulnerable and desirous of or in need of their masculine capacity.

Shortly before his climax, James leaned forward and grabbed me tightly around my chest almost as if he thought I might try to slide out from under him and deny his total conquest of my ravaged pussy! As he fucked me into a prone position, his legs now in-between mine, I felt more and more smashed into my own mattress. The stimulation of my prostate and pressure of the mattress against my pussy pushed me over the edge and my pulsing ass soon did the same for James as well. I knew my jock strap was full of my fluids as my pussy was of James' essence.

However, James was not finished. His cock never totally softened. Relaxed from his release but still hard because of his conquest, James now languidly continued to ease his still hard cock in and out of my pussy, now nicely lubricated by his copious emission. Rolling us on our sides, James laughed as he realized I had cum in my jock. "It's a good thing I made you wear that jock, Matt, or you'd have stained your sheets!" he said.

"Now that I've come the first time, I'm going to keep fucking you as long as I want to make up for all the fucks I should have gotten from you these past few months at work!" James said. James surprised me by placing his hand in my crotch. With his fingers coated with my feeble emission, he brought his hand to my mouth and made me lick it clean.

With my clit now cleaned and back inside it's pouch, James made me aware this fuck wasn't for me but for him. I think he was pleased my clit had returned to its normal, soft, self so I would be removed from wanting my own orgasm but, instead, would realize my true position and, dare I say, happiness, came from bringing pleasure to him.

"You actually get off from this, don't you Matt," James said. I was too ashamed to admit it and my face was as red as the panties he'd removed from me earlier in the evening because it was true. Knowing this, any guilt he may have had for taking me as he had was gone. "Well, at least my last few weeks at the office should be great knowing your pussy is mine whenever I want it," James added as his cock, lubed with his own copious cum, continued to massage my now completely ravaged pussy.

After cuming for the second time, James grabbed my chest and held me tight. "It's too late to go home, I think we'll just ***** like this for the rest of the night, my cock still deep in your pussy, and then you can get me off one more time before I go home," James whispered as we both drifted into a deep and sated *****!

I woke up with a start. I could have sworn James had been behind me all night long holding me possessively with his arms around me while his rampant Chinese cock was embedded deep in my pussy. However, when I opened my eyes, he was not there.

I began to wonder if it had all been a dream -- James, the cocky, barely legal, high school graduate, finally getting "a piece of ass" -- as macho studs like -- to refer to it, as in my ass in my room. No, it couldn't have been, I shuddered, thinking that I couldn't have submitted to that arrogant bastard who had tormented me all summer, patting me on the ass whenever I bent over, ordering me around to get his coffee and do mundane chores as if our positions were reversed. James had been intolerable towards me, constantly letting me know he knew he was ultimately my superior.

Then I touched my pussy. It was all sticky! My pussy lips were swollen and my sheets were caked with dried semen. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, James had bred me bareback until I had passed out. He may have just turned 18, but James was a pure stud.

Without realizing it, I stuck my finger into my "cunt" as James had called it and realized his cum still seemed fresh. He must have had one more go before he left, I thought, but then how come I didn't remember? As I pondered this, I couldn't resist the urge to remove my finger and bring it to my lips. Sure, it smelled a bit like ass, deep and pungent, but as I licked my finger clean, I realized it had a unique taste.

James' was only the third man's cum I had tasted up until that point. I couldn't include myself in that number as Tan and Huan had shown me the qualitative difference between their cum and mine. What I emitted from my pathetic cockette or, as Tan called it, my little clitty, was watery and weak compared to their thick and copious cum.

As they had pointed out, unlike them, I was physically incapable of breeding a woman. First, my clit was, in all likelihood, too small to please one. Second, I doubt I could physically insert my little member into a real cunt now that Huan, Tan and James had taught me to cum from being fucked rather than fucking.

I had once thought that Tan had reoriented me. Tan, however, explained it differently. He had merely helped me to see my own orientation! Yet even more, he had helped me to see my intense need to serve superior males. If all this wasn't enough, Tan and Huan had shown me I couldn't last even a minute from external stimulation. However, when I submitted to them, and allowed myself to cum from the stimulation their Asian spears induced, I could last almost as long as they did.

As I pondered the taste of James' cum, I began to be alarmed at my predicament. I still had to work with him and knew the next two weeks would be even harder than the rest of the summer had been. But then, I also had to deal with Tan and his inevitable hang-over. Energized by absolute terror of Tan finding James' cum in my cunt, I jumped out of bed and raced to the shower down the hall. I could only hope the hot water and the lavender soap Tan insisted I use would rid me of James' scent and the residue of his copious cum that I could feel running down my legs.

After I felt somewhat clean, I changed the water temperature to as cold as I could stand it and pointed the shower wand directly on my pussy hoping the cold spray would cause the swelling to go down. I'm not a lover of cold water and couldn't stand it for more than a minute. Damn, what a predicament I was in! Hopefully, Tan wouldn't notice or think he had been the cause of the swelling during a previous fuck.

As I was drying off, I heard Tan yelling, "Get in here, Matt!" Tan had just returned to his bed after a piss and looked bad. He clearly had the worst hangover of his young life and an attitude to match.

"Bitch," he growled, "I feel like **** and can't remember much of anything from last night except that I didn't get any. Get your lips around my cock. Maybe if I can get off, I'll feel better or can fall back a*****. But first, get me some water and aspirin!"

I ran quickly to get what Tan needed. As soon as he finished gulping down the water and swallowing the aspirin, I got between his legs and began nursing on his amazing cock. Tan was lying back on a bunch of pillows and took great joy in using his amazing thighs to lock my head in place.

"Yea, Matt, get me off!" Tan muttered as he used his pelvic muscles to thrust his cock up into my throat. This was not going to be a long, drawn out affair. Tan needed to get off and he was simply using me as a means of releasing his sperm. As his balls began to churn, Tan decided he needed a different angle. Gripping my head, he pushed me backward, and with his knees on either side of my head, his cock in my throat, and my nose smashed into his pubes, he did what comes naturally, and fucked my throat as if it was a cunt.

On that Sunday, Tan wasn't into psychology but solely into busting a nut. His thrusting was such that he was breaking into a sweat. I don't think he'd ever been that ******** as he was so desperate to get off. As I focused my mind to relax in order to keep my throat loose, if only to preserve any hope of ever talking again, I felt totally at this lithe stud's mercy. Any other eighteen-year-old would have just used his hands. Tan, however, felt it was beneath him to resort to masturbation when he had his own, personal cocksucker at his disposal.

The towel I had been wearing had fallen off and despite all my hopes to the contrary, Tan could see that I was getting off on his fucking my mouth! "Damn, Matt, I can't believe you get so hot for my cock that your clitty gets all hard. It always makes a real Man proud when his woman gets off from a fuck, but really, Matt, this is unreal! For all practical purposes, your throat is a pussy!"

Just as his cock was as deep in my throat as it seemed humanly possible, the phone rang. "Damn," Tan yelped, "That fucking phone makes my head want to come off!"

Instead of releasing me from my oral **********, Tan rolled me over, on my back, and basically sat on his haunches which rested on either side of my head facing the headboard of his bed. That way, he could reach over and pick up the phone all the while keeping me impaled on his weapon.

"Hello," Tan said. "Hey, James. No, I just woke up with a terrible headache. Yea, Matt got me some aspirin and water. No, he can't come to the phone because he's busy at the moment. Sure, you want his help on a project from the office. I'm going to want it quiet around here so I'll send him over when he's free. No problem. Glad to be of help! Oh, and thanks for getting me home. I never should have drank so much. Good thing I'm not living at home or Mom would have ****ed me. Ok! Later, Dude."

"James wants you to meet him at the office in an hour," Tan told me. "He says you need to work on a special project for him so get me off and get out of here.....I'm going to ***** this damn hangover away!"

With that said and my fate sealed, Tan continued to ram his cock deep into my throat. I was beside myself with the thought of what Tan and James had arranged for me. I guess I had lost my focus as Tan slapped me hard and told me to concentrate. "Damn, Matt!" He said. "I trained you better than that. This is NOT the day to try my patience. Now work my cock and get me off. You know you want my sperm in you. I'm doing you a fucking favor by letting you have some when I'm feeling all ****ty. So do your job, damnit!"

With that, I spent another minute focusing on his mushroom head and the glans right behind it. I seemed to have gotten back my mojo as Tan soon blasted two-days worth of his pungent cum into my mouth. Knowing Tan's attitude, I meekly collected his sperm on my tongue and showed it to him before swallowing and then cleaning him up.

Now spent, Tan seemed content to lay back in his bed and go to ***** leaving me only 45 minutes to get dressed and to the office!

What the hell could James want me at the office for on Sunday, I wondered? I didn't even know he was working on anything special!

At 9:30 a.m. on a Sunday morning, I trudged out of my apartment to walk to the office. I had been walking more lately as Tan often wanted to use my car. Knowing it was Sunday and he was home in bed with an immense hangover, I thought it best to leave both the car and keys behind.

I arrived at the office just before 10:00 a.m.

The building looked empty from the outside. However, I did see James' car, alone, in the parking lot. When I opened the door with my key most of the lights were off. Finally, as I entered my cubicle I saw James. He beckoned me towards the Conference Room.

"I'm so glad you got here on time, Matt," James said. We've got to get this done by Noon so that no one comes in and interrupts us."

"What are you talking about," I asked.

"Oh, just a means of remembering your special talents while I'm away at school," James mentioned, nonchalantly, as he pointed to video camera equipment he had set up at three different angles in the Conference Room.

Immediately, a sense of dread overtook me! "What do you mean, James?"

"It's simple, Matt. I'm going to film you making love to my cock. The first time, I'll cum on your tongue and finish on your face. Then, I'm going to breed your pussy right here on the conference room table. The cameras will be covering things from all three angles and will be focused on your pouty lips and that incredible ass that you've spent the summer waiving in my face."

"But..but..but...Tan will **** me if he finds out!" I blubbered. "And what will we do if someone comes in while your fucking me?"

James just sneered at me and said, "Matt, I won't care if they do! In Chinese culture, much like in Islamic culture, fucking someone doesn't make you gay and I'm certainly not a homo queer like you! It's the bottom boy that's considered a fag. Normally, guys try it out when their teenagers and then move on. But to bottom for a younger man....now that's just beyond the pale. Plus, given your behavior around me, do you really think anyone here would actually be surprised to see you sucking me off or my cock tapping that fine ass? No Matt, they know I'm the real man and you're a mere pussy. However, the staff here are nice and don't rub it in your face! I bet Dave would drool to have helped with this little video project and will be pissed I didn't cut him in," he said, before laughing!

"Yep, Matt, I can't wait to see how hot you look sucking this," he said as he hands lewdly groped his ample basket that was barely contained in his tight fitting jeans! "Yes, I'll need a visual reminder of that pussy of yours gripping my cock like it did three times last night! Hell, I'm sure you still have enough cum up your ass so that we won't need any lube," he continued, before laughing almost hysterically!

This was not looking good! I had to think of something. There was no way I wanted a DVD of my face glued on James weapon! But what could I do? What did I want to do?

"Matt! Get those clothes off NOW!" James shouted, shocking me out of my complacency.

"I can't do this, James," I whined.

"Take of your shirt, Matt!" James countered, as he walked toward me. "Take it off, Matt!" he said, softly, evenly but with an air of certitude.

As I raised my hands to take off my golf shirt, we heard the front door to the office open.

When the door opened, I remained standing in front of James, frozen with fear. If I had had any brains at all, I would have fled out the emergency exit. James, a totally self-assured and self-confident recent high school graduate, seven years my junior, remained, as always, calm and unconcerned. Of course, he was still fully dressed and wasn't the one about to be fucked on camera.

Facing the challenge head on, James yelled out, "Who is it?"

When the door to the conference room burst open, I was surprised to see Paul Chen, the company owner's ***. Paul was only 19, a year older than James, and was going to one of the Ivy League schools up north.

While I had been with the company for three years since graduating from college, I had little exposure to the owner's family. When I had last seen Paul, he seemed distant and aloof. Still, I recall being a bit in awe of him when we gathered for a rare party at his parents' home two years prior for the Fourth of July. It was an outdoors affair centered on their beautiful, in-ground pool. With the air of one totally self-confident in his own skin, Paul had walked around in little more than a Speedo, which, as it turned out, he filled out quite nicely. He had laughed when I chocked on my coke after I realized he'd caught me staring at him.

That was a year and a half before I met the Nugyen brothers, Huan and Tan, who had, as they liked to put it, helped me to realize my true identity, as a submissive bottom boy. I guess the fact I couldn't keep my eyes off the hot Chinese stud back then – and now standing right before me, should have been a clear sign of my inner identity.

"What do we have here?" Paul said, while laughing at the same time!

With my hairless, under-developed chest totally exposed and my shirt held in my left hand, I could only move my lips unable to utter a sound as I felt the rush of shame fuel the redness of embarrassment signaling my predicament so clearly visible to Paul's steel-eyed gaze.

"Oh, hi, Paul," James said. "I asked Matty to come down and help me out with a project," he continued, "something to remember the highlight of my summer internship before I go away to college."

"And what was that," Paul asked, never taking his eyes off me.

"Only the best fuck of my life," James said, completing my shame!

"I guess I should say I'm surprised, but I'm not," Paul responded. "Even when I was only 17 and caught him staring at me at my parents' staff party, I pegged Matt, here, as a fag, but never thought he'd give it up to a guy about my age! I should have taken him into the pool house at my Dad's party and tapped his perfect ass! Hell, James, it looks like you've already learned what most guys eventually figure out in college, a pussy is a pussy!

Well, as long as you're willing to share that fine booty of his, I may even be willing to help you out," he said as he walked around me before slapping my ass!

"In for a penny; in for a pound," James replied,

laughing with Paul as if they were deeply bonded fraternity brothers about to tag-team some sorority bitch.

It was so surreal. Tan had sent me down to my office so I could ostensibly help his friend James out with a project. But, as it turned out, the so-called project would be to star in a video of him fucking me! Now, things had gotten worse, as if that were even possible! My bosses' ***, Paul Chen had shown up and wanted in on the action. You'd think after being turned out by the Nugyen brothers I'd have finally learned how to stand up for myself, but, if anything, the opposite had happened.

They had trained me for this moment. For months, I had been consuming their masterful sperm. Millions of their baby-makers had coursed through my body. They had swum up my love canal and probably been absorbed directly into my ***** stream or I had swallowed them and they had entered immediately into my digestive system. But even more so, Huan and Tan's unbending, steel-like Asian wills had molded mine into total ********** to my superiors. So, when James and Paul turned to me with the same, dominant and superior intensity, I felt any resistance I had, totally melt away!

James, eager to demonstrate his power over me in

front of Paul simply said, "Strip, bitch!" I had already taken off my shirt, so I leaned down to untie my sneakers. As I was bent over, Paul took the opportunity to rub my ass and said, "Un-fucking believable! I wish my girlfriend at Harvard had an ass like this!"

James replied, "I sunk my cock in his pussy last night and couldn't get over how good a fuck he was! After working around an office full of prick-teasing bitches all summer, my balls were bloated and had turned blue. I was so pissed-off when one bitch stood me up that I was ready to commit ******. But thankfully, Mattie's roommate ended up helping me out. He got smashed last night at a party we went to and I had to help him get home. All he could talk about was wanting some of his "bitch's pussy!" He made the girl sound so phenomenal that I knew I'd go crazy unless I got some. I finally figured what was up when he slipped and told me the bitch was Matt, here."

"And then, it all made perfect sense," James continued. "I always thought it strange that Tan had moved in with Matt, a 25-year old college graduate. Then it got even better, not only did he have an apartment right after high school graduation, he moved directly into the master suite. Get it, Paul? Tan's Mattie's Master!"

As Paul pondered what James had said, my inability to counter what James had figured out only made bells ring in both their heads!

Almost as if on cue, James said, "Matt, figure it this way, Tan has, in essence loaned you to me for the afternoon. Didn't he tell you to come down here and help me with a project? I'd hate to tell him you disappointed me! Now finish getting those pants off!"

Paul burst out laughing when I dropped my pants and he saw I was wearing a pair of lime-green panties. Of course, in my shame, my cock had shriveled up into nothing which made Paul laugh even harder. "I can see why Tan has him wear panties," with skin this fine and no cock per se, he really is a girly boy!" But, boy or girl, he has an ass that was made to be fucked!"

In response, James replied, "I can't wait to do it again and to have a permanent record of my cum oozing out his pussy!"

With me now cowering naked in front of them, Paul and James discussed how they should proceed. "Look, James said, do you think you can film it so that only Matt's face shows? I'd like to keep my face out of it but would love to film his physical and mental reactions to the stimulus my cock gives him. Hell, it will be hot to show him cum without hands...demonstrating his total pussy status!"

"Wow," Paul replied, "I didn't know that was physically possible!"

"Well," James replied, "I didn't either. I had never had any sexual contact with a guy until last night. It just seemed too gay. But I was so damn horny and Matt had been flaunting his ass around me all summer. Hell, I think his just dropped things on the floor so he could bend down in front of me. I guess if I thought of him as an equal or a man, I wouldn't have been so tempted to tap him. But, you know, I had a few ****** and the more I thought about it, the more I realized it couldn't be all that different from fucking a girl in the ass and, frankly, Matt's ass is to die for..and seeing those pouty lips of his around my cock was almost enough in and of itself to make me cum."

"Amazing," Paul responded. "Who'd have ever thought we'd be discussing tapping this fag's ass! But then, the more I think of it, the more I want to try it. You make it sound damn, good!"

James then said, "At the end of the day, It was similar to fucking a girl, maybe because of how he acted. At first he seemed to resist, you know, like all the bitches. I almost laughed when I realized how small his cock was and then figured I was really only doing him a favor. And then, I thought, I bet I could make him come from being fucked. Paul, you know how you normally have to play with a bitches clit to get her to orgasm while being fucked. But I realized last night from Matt's moaning that when I aim my cock in his pussy at the right angle, I can hit his prostrate and set him off. Plus, he confirmed when I challenged him that Tan doesn't let him play with himself and makes him get off only from anal stimulation. He's lucky it works out for him or I think he'd be miserable. Anyway, I have no intention of playing with his clit and I call it that as there's no way you could count that as a cock...because I'd feel as if I were fucking some prepubescent kid and not a 25 year old!"

After he said that, both James and Paul laughed, realizing they were real men in the cock department compared with me. Damn, were their words humiliating but true. I couldn't help it, but as James talked to Paul about me, I swear my pussy was twitching with anticipation. My prostate craved the stimulation that only a man-sized cock could provide. I felt a need to cum and, James was so right, since I had ceased to play with myself, I could only get off when at the mercy of a true man!

Paul happened to turn and saw my clit pressing forward on my lime-green panties, "Yeah, James, I guess you're telling me the truth. The bitch must really need it. Look how her clit has firmed up listening to your words. We don't want her getting her panties in a wad....so let's get this show on the road! How about I film her sucking you and then you can film her sucking me. I gotta try out those pouty lips you've been telling me about. Then we can move on to the main event!"

James wasted no time strutting over to stand in front of me. He firmly pushed me to my knees and directed me to remove his cock from his cargo shorts and boxers. Of course, I had been intimate with his weapon the night before but this was an entirely new encounter. James was playing the role of a performer mastering a boy-bitch, me, in front of another Asian, Alpha male! If anything, it made him bone up even more firm and I swear, his dick-head appeared like a hissing snake as it now bobbed in front of my eyes. Very thick, black pubes surrounded his weapon and as I leaned forward to engulf his meaty head, I could already see a pearl of pre-cum on his tip.

James had a mushroom cockhead. I was beginning to think all Asians had to be built that way. Tan had told me Asian superiority would eventually occur as their dicks pushed their sperm deep into white pussy snatches and their dickheads, engorged with red, pulsing Asian *****, kept their sperm from retreating until one of their raiding armies pierced a waiting, white, egg. I often wondered where Tan got this crap from but then found stories some Chinese guy had written on Literotica detailing his conquests and impregnations of multiple white women. I had to admit they were hot. Tan had wanted to write him but for some reason the author didn't provide contact information. I was somewhat relieved, as I was afraid they'd collaborate in some way much as Paul and James were doing right now!

With Paul filming, James started his verbal commentary, "Now Pussy Boy, look up into my eyes."

My face was right underneath his pulsing cock so filled with ***** that it pointed up, almost to his navel. As I gazed up, a drop of pre-cum fell onto my forhead. I was marked by his slimy Chinese sperm and the event was merely beginning! My eyes followed the contour of his rock-hard, yet slim body until our eyes met. Much as Tan and Huan before him, James piercing, black eyes said it all. They were so dark I could barely see his pupils. With his eyes locked onto mine he now ordered, "Open those pouty lips, baby, and show everyone what they were made for!"

Still looking up into his eyes, I opened my mouth as he directed and stuck out my tongue. James then rested his weighty cock-head on my tongue for effect before thrusting his hips forward and shoving it deep into my throat. As his pubes mashed into my face and I breathed in his intoxicating scent, Paul was kneeling at my side catching it all lewdly on film.

"Damn, I can't believe he's taking it all in! That's not exactly a ****** toy you've rammed down his throat!"

James, laughed, and then placed his hands around my throat as if he were trying to feel just how deeply his cock possessed me. "Yep, I can feel my head pressing just below his Adam's Apple!"

James then grabbed my head and began a rhythmic fucking of my throat. "Damn, you'll want to have this," he said to Paul as the camera kept rolling! I've had my share of girls in High School, but I never got head like this. They always acted like it was so distasteful or as if they were doing me a favor, but Matty, here services cock like he can't get enough. It's as if his throat is some sort of sex organ or something!" he added.

Tan had trained me to overcome my natural gag

reflex. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to accept James ****** throat fuck. As usual, my body betrayed itself and I sensed my little clit was boning up from the stimulation my throat was receiving. Maybe James was right. Maybe I was wired strangely and gained some sort of sexual stimulation from giving macho studs like him, head!

"You like that, don't you Fag," James said. He had a sneer on his face as he demonstrated his dominance over me!

"Hey," Paul interjected, "time to switch. I've got to get some of that!" He added as he quickly shed his genes.

James pushed me off his cock, which exited my throat and mouth with a popping sound. I had drool dripping off my chin from the exertion but didn't have much time to recover before Paul's weapon was placed before me.

How do you begin to describe a cock like Paul's? It was a masterpiece. The rim of his head flared out and the head itself had a deep, ***** red hew. His cock was thick, but not veiny. It had a smooth texture that belied its manliness. Paul, being a year older than James and Tan, took charge of me just like the others had. There was no question that I would obey....it was simply demanded! He was hot having witnessed his friend ****** my willing mouth!

"What do you want, Matt?" Paul demanded, as my eyes were glued upon the Asian spear pulsing in front of me.

Paul's body resembled Peter Le's from Peter Fever. Even more than Tan or James, his was chiseled from working out. I remembered being overwhelmed by his masculinity when I first saw him three years ago, but now I was immobilized as I stared up at his dominant visage demanding my total and complete **********.

"Sir," I responded, "I need your cock. I want you to impregnate me with your powerful sperm so they swim through my body and totally conquer my thoughts and desires. I want you to find your pleasure in using my body. And I want to feel your superior muscles rub against me as your cock finds its release in my pussy! You are my superior in every sense. You knew it when you first saw me. I didn't understand myself then, but I do now. I am not a real man like you are. I don't have your confidence. I will never fuck a woman. But I know, if you give me a chance, I can please you like you've never been pleased before. Please, Sir, I beg you! I need you, now!"

Amazingly, all these words simply tumbled out of me. They were unprovoked but simply a realization of the truth. Huan and Tan's sperm coupled with their words had paved the way for James and now, Paul. I can only imagine what Paul and James must have thought as they heard me speak. But then, even for them, it all seemed so appropriate and natural. Me, on my knees before them, begging for their masterful cocks, and even more dominant sperm. Maybe Tan and Huan had mind-fucked me, but as I kneeled on the conference room floor, I could no more resist Paul as I could ever have perceived myself fucking a woman. No, I was made to serve....and for me, the flavor of desire was definitely Asian.

Paul, surprisingly, seemed nonplussed by my words. Here I was, six years his elder, yet kneeling before him. Paul was the epitome of the new China conquering the American in front of him, not by *****, but by will. He oozed superiority and we both knew, that by my declaration, he owned me.

Satisfied with my declaration and secretly happy it had been elicited in front of another Asian witness and filmed, Paul, had me look up into his eyes as he gave me what I had begged for. His cock felt like steel encased in velvet as it slid past my lips and kept going, relentlessly, deeper into my throat. I had no idea whether his was the largest of the four that I had now experienced. However, it was definitely one of the larger. I'm sure it was over seven inches, which for any race is well above average. But it was superior in all respects like he, and all the Asians I had encountered had proven to be.

I still couldn't understand why these guys so controlled my mind first and foremost, and then elicited such a total and complete sexual response from my body. I doubt any of my former, so-called friends would understand my now total subservience to these Asian Alphas. I doubt they even understood the concept. But I sure did. These men had wills of steel. They demanded my obedience. Tan and Huan were shorter and more compact than their Chinese counterparts, James and Paul, but they were the ones who molded me and taught me to obey.

James cock was now leaking pre-cum. I couldn't get over his succulent taste. It wasn't sweet but was rather quite pungent like the scent that oozed out of his pores. His pheromes were charged and as he held m head with his hands ******* his dick as deep as it could go, I could not help but be overwhelmed by it, that is, when he finally relented and allowed me some air so I could actually breathe in his scent.

Receiving my ********** was like an aphrodisiac for Paul. He already knew, inherently, he was superior. Hell, his Dad was my employer. But having me admit it and then, in essence, worship his cock, affected him deeply. Much as Tan and Huan had changed me irrevocably, my ********** solidified Paul's own self-awareness. Seeing me, an older, white guy, kneel and receive his cock gave him a sense of destiny being fulfilled. To him, I represented a subservient America and he relished the experience with gusto.

Paul was not sexually inexperienced as I had been until meeting Huan and Tan. He had generally restricted himself to fucking ethnic Chinese girls once he was out from under his parents' control. Like James, he had been rebuffed by white girls in college who subscribed to the false stereotypes of limp-wristed Asians when his cock was demonstrably superior to mine and many others! He had longed to see porn featuring Asian men with white women but such was few and far between. Instead, porn makers stressed the subservient Asian female putting out for white conquerors much as they had been ****** to do during the colonial era. No, Paul, was not satisfied with that genre. His mind was formed when China was a dynastic power not to be trifled with. He might live in the U.S. but he intended on getting and taking what was his....and at that moment, that was me.

Paul eagerly looked down upon me as I slobbered all over his engorged, Asian tool. His prick not only had a fat head but was thick in the middle. The sense of power he felt was overwhelming. However, he was a man of self-control and refused to orgasm prematurely. Instead, he was on a mission, intent on sliding his cock into my white pussy and then pounding me for all he was worth in order to breed me with his thick, Chinese baby makers!

Thrusting me off his cock when he feared he was getting too close, Paul yanked me up and then pushed me back onto his Dad's polished walnut conference table. He then, roughly pulled me to the edge so that my butt was just on the table, pushed my legs apart and then brought is wet, slimy cock, dripping with my saliva to the precipice of my pussy. "Do you want this, Matt?" he asked as he taunted my pussy lips with the head of his spear. "Tell me you want it, Baby?" he cooed, all the while knowing I was long past any capacity to resist.

"Give it to me," I begged, and then, in one, rough gesture, Paul slammed that Chinese spear as deep into my womb as it could go and never looked back. He did, however, gaze like a conqueror into my eyes. Sensing my need, he leaned forward, his face only inches from my own, as I locked my legs around his slim, yet powerful waist, not wanting to ever let him go. Slap, slap, slap, slap was the sound that resounded throughout the room as Paul mastered me. I would note later how red my pussy and surrounding areas were from the frontal assault I received as he fucked me relentlessly.

"Don't you even think about touching that clitty of yours," Paul bellowed. If you cum, you cum from getting my dick just like you've been trained. This is your destiny, Matt! Take my fuck and enjoy it as you were meant to," he continued.

Paul mixed it up with both long and short, rabbit-like strokes. Sweat dripped off his body onto mine as he placed his hands on either side of his lean torso to hold him up. "Damn, James, you were right. This was an ass made to be fucked. I have never felt anything like it! I'm going to have to have time and time again!" he added as he continued to ravish me.

The stimulation of his words, James holding the camera and the intensity of my prostate's stimulation had me rapidly heading for a climax. "I'm coming" I yelped as clitty spewed my thin, boyish cum onto my stomach!

Paul didn't pull out, but slammed deep inside me and pumped at least seven shots into my ass.



While still lost in a haze of sex-overload, James replaced Paul and rammed me like a man who was possessed. Seeing his friend so totally dominate me had lit a passion in him not previously realized. However, this scene was not being captured. Perhaps James didn't want anyone witnessing his getting sloppy seconds. However, I was thankful for the lube Paul had left coating my insides as James roughly punched his way into me. The sides of my pussy were sore and my prostate felt battered yet couldn't resist his manly assault. James was *********** by the experience we shared last night and the visual stimulation he'd just received and came within ten minutes of commencing his fuck. Unlike Paul, he did pull out and shot ropes of hot, thick, Chinese sperm as far as my face and across my chest as if he were marking me.

I was a sexually sated mess covered in the boys' slime and my own as my pussy oozed Paul's cream pie. As I came to my senses lying shamelessly on the conference room table, I began to fear and tremble Tan's reaction when I finally made it home!

From Paul's Perspective:

I didn't quite know what overcame me as I slipped my cock into Matt's ass-pussy. It was the first time I'd ever fucked a guy and normally I'd have been repulsed by the idea. Yet, James is such a manly guy and I figured if he like tapping Matt it had to be alright. Plus, everyone knows that fucking a guy doesn't make you gay. It's being fucked that does that. Mentally I knew that and was curious because three other Asian studs had gone where I was about to go without losing their manhood.

Anyway, I knew I was naturally superior to Matt and most of the white guys I had gone to school with. Oh sure, some were arrogant bastards who thought Asians to be wimpy simply because we're not huge fucking monsters. But then, they also falsely assumed we're small where it counts. Hell, I bet my dick is as big as most of their brains!

All that being said, I know as most men should, that dick-size doesn't make a man—attitude and self-awareness is where it counts. Still, it was a bit heady to realize that my dick was larger than Matt's which somehow added to the psychology of the event. I mean, it's not like I was going to play with Matt's clit -- but I couldn't help being amused that it was nowhere near the size of a real man's cock!

As I was saying, when I slipped my cock into Matt it was like something I had never felt before. The walls of his pussy were like velvet. They sucked me in and surrounded me with a warm tightness that was better than any of the pussies I'd fucked in college. As I held Matt's legs, I felt so powerful, a feeling that was made all the more real when I looked down and saw his eyes, wide with incredulity as my manhood pressed in all the right places. Seeing Matt's clit and hairless little ball sack added to my own visual sense of being an almost superman or at least an Alpha where Mattie was concerned. It looked so puny compared to the spear, my spear that was violating him.

I had to give it to Tan, Matt's Vietnamese conqueror. He had trained Matt well in the art of **********. Clearly by taking control of Matt's orgasms and teaching him to come only when anally stimulated, Matt had developed a need to be fucked and soon was giving himself over to me.

Unlike women who are often passive lovers, Matt was cooperating with me by moving his pussy into place so I could piston deep and wide all the while massaging his prostate. Matt would later admit that he'd always suffered from premature ejaculation when he'd be jerking off so, in some ways, we Asian masters were doing him an incredible favor by prolonging his sexual enjoyment. Of course, I really don't know how much enjoyment a bottom gets...it's not really my concern...but Matt certainly was into it big time.

I remember how I held his hands on each side of his slim, pale torso in order to ensure he couldn't touch his clit while I pummeled him. He probably could have fought me off if he had the will to do so....but Tan had so formed him that he knew better than to try.

After a good five minutes of long-stroking that incredible sucking pussy of his, I could tell how close he was to getting off from all my efforts. Once again, I felt empowered by the knowledge I could cause a guy's orgasm simply by fucking him. This was far more fun than fucking some sorority twat plus fucking Matt was also a bit more of a challenge. I didn't have to use my hands playing with his clitty so I felt freer to let loose with my fuck. However, at the same time, I had to use my brains and senses to observe his reactions when I hit his inner organ. It was tantalizing. When I'd long stroke him, his eyes would glaze over. I almost came when he muttered, "yes, yes" like a Parisian whore as I hit his spot. And when my thick head pierced his inner womb, I thought his eyes would literally come out of his head! You talk about a power trip. Actually, I couldn't believe I was lasting as long given the incredible feel and sense of control fucking Matt had given me.

For a first generation, Chinese-American, topping a white guy was a phenomenal experience. I think it brought together all sorts of things for me. For the first time, and in a physical way, I could celebrate and enjoy my superiority over another man both physically, mentally and emotionally.

I knew I should have been more careful, fucking him raw like that....not knowing Tan or James' sexual histories, and I certainly would counsel anyone reading this to never, never do what I did. But, inherently, I knew they'd be clean, like me. Plus, Matt, here, was clearly an owned pussy, meaning, Tan wasn't the type to share what was his. Delicious....taking Matt was also, in a way, a reflection of the Chinese and Vietnamese rivalry that's gone on for thousands of years!

When I bred Matt, by shooting my cum deep in his ass, flooding his womb with my copious Chinese sperm, I had an almost insane desire to have actually made him pregnant. I could see our ***** with his light skin and my more intense features to include my almond eyes. But, then, I had to remember, Matt was incapable of having my ***** which, in one sense, disappointed me.

What was I feeling, I wondered? Certainly, I wasn't gay. It wasn't like this was a romantic setting...fucking my Dad's now proven to be gay, Asian-loving employee on the office conference room table. But, still, if I were honest, it was the most satisfying fuck of my short life! This white boy with the little, nearly hairless, cockette, and the succulent cunt seemed made for me. Maybe this was something I should pursue -- like the Emperors of China who had their wives and concubines - maybe Matt could serve my needs in some way....damn, like he'd already served them! And yet, I wanted MORE, I wanted to fuck him until my balls were drained.

But then there was James! I kind of resented him for having fucked Matt, too! However, without him, I would never have tapped that incredible ass! I knew, though, that I'd have to get James to focus on someone else so that I could have more exclusivity with this incredible specimen.

With all these thoughts swirling, and my cock still imbedded in this wonder boy while my cum coated the walls of his pussy, the door to the conference room burst open and Tan strode in. I'm not sure who he was madder at, Matt, James or me! Hell, he caught me fucking his boy with James, his once near, best friend jerking off as he observed and filmed the show!

"What the hell is going on here?" he asked, even though the situation seemed pretty clear to me!

"Get the fuck off my roommate, you fucking bastard!" Tan ordered.

Matt had a look of absolute shock and fear. His cockette had now totally shriveled up and truly looked like the clit it was. My cock, however, didn't respond to another Asian's commands and was still practically at full-mast as it insisted on completing another round of the breeding process.

Matt had started to squirm in order to break hold of my hands which continued to pin him into place as my cock finished up its job. His moving only caused me to firm up, you might say, in my resolve to have him again...if not now, in the near future.

Thankfully, we Chinese aren't ruled by our body parts and my brain was able to eke out a modicum of common sense to overrule the sensations that coursed through my, you might call, large extremity!

"You must be Tan," I said, as I continued to slowly pump my cock in and out of Matt's pussy.

"Yes, and who the fuck are you?" Tan replied.

I'm Paul. My Dad owns this company which employs your boy and James, here, your friend. I caught James doing the same thing you caught me doing, taming this incredible pussy-boy of yours. Frankly, I've never fucked a guy before and probably wouldn't have. But I have to tell you, Matt here is the best fuck I've ever had! I understand you made him what he is. I never thought I'd say this, but I really wish I could take him off your hands."

My words of admiration for Tan seemed to break the ice while my cock continued its relentless second fuck. Tan, while mad at James for taking advantage of their friendship and for fucking Matt without his permission seemed to recognize that we were all on the same level....at least as far as he, James, and I were concerned. We were Alpha tops and Matt was our bottom boy.

Speaking to James, Tan said, "Friends don't take what doesn't belong to them! I trusted you and you took advantage of me. That was wrong! If you had asked, I might have been willing to share. I am really disappointed in you!"

James responded, "I know you are right, Tan, and I apologize. When you got ***** and I brought you home, I realized there was no way I could get home myself without getting into trouble with the rents so I decided to stay. And after I helped you get to bed and walked by Matt's room and saw his sexy upturned ass, all the frustration I've felt at being played all summer long by the white bitches at work simply got to me. It was as if his twin buns beckoned my cock and all I could think about was getting some ass. And what an ass it was and is! Taking him was such an incredible ego trip partly because I knew he didn't want to admit how hot I am and what a fucking bitch you've made him. I can't tell you how hot it was to slide my cock inside that ass. You sure called him right! Matt here was simply made to be fucked!"

James then added, "Because he was the best fuck of my life, I thought to myself, 'I've got to have something to remember this by'--which was the project I told you I needed him to help me with!"

For some rea***, the craziness of the situation made Tan laugh. His roommate Matt was being fucked in front of him by a Chinese guy named Paul while his friend, James looked on, cock hard in one hand and a video camera in another!

"I know I should be angry at both of you and in some ways, I am. Let's just say, from now on, there's no fucking Matt without my permission. It's a matter of honor and respect. Also, I want you guys to get tested because I'm not taking any risks with my boy's health as it directly affects ME! You guys understand?" Tan added.

Paul spoke for both boys when he said, "Absolutely, Tan. I know I'm clean and expect James is, too. But we'll do that for

you. And, if you don't mind, I'd like to make an arrangement for some more time with your boy before I go back to college. This is just too good to be a one of if you know what I mean!"

"Matt," Tan said, for the first time speaking directly to his boy, "As soon as my colleagues are done, you're to come straight home! I think we better have a long conversation about what I've seen!"

"Guys, have him back within an hour. He's got some work to do at the apartment," Tan said, as if Matt wasn't even present, before leaving to go back to the apartment.

When the door closed, James said, "He took that much better than I thought. But then, I'm not sure whether theirs is a relationship in the classical sense or, well, you know..."

With that, James crawled up on the conference table and placed his cock in Matt's gaping mouth, hot and bothered by seeing his boss's ***, Paul picking up steam in a second consecutive fuck. As he watched Paul's determined eyes and heard the slapping of intense copulation, he could feel his own balls getting ready to boil over into Matt's pouty mouth. Damn this was fine, even if Matt wasn't one of those bitches! He could feel his eyes practically going to the back of his head as he shot his thick wad down Matt's throat. It would have felt better if he hadn't been facing Paul and Matt's tongue had been on the underside of his dick, but still the hotness of his first split-roast wasn't lost on him. Two Chinese Alphas and their borrowed, white sub gay boy -- what a cause for a mind-overload.

Paul must have felt the same way as he, once again, bred Matt's pussy. Both of the Chinese Studs pulled out at the same time from Matt's respective orifices leaving him feeling hollow and empty.

"Well, would you look at that," Paul laughed, as he pointed to the puddle of watery cum Matt had oozed, "Looks like he liked helping us with our project!"

Now that the boys were sated, Paul slapped Matt's ass and told him to walk to the wash room and get some paper towels to clean up the mess he made. As Matt went to grab his clothes, Paul said, "Not so fast! You'll stay naked until I'm satisfied my ****** won't figure out the type of Sunday meeting we've just had. And you better be quick in the hall because I think Alex is coming by soon."

The horror on Matt's face showed as he ran to do Paul's bidding. As soon as the door closed behind him, both James and Paul howled in laughter. It had been an incredible afternoon, and both couldn't wait to re-live it by watching that video!

Matt's POV:

Going back to the apartment was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Sure, the scene with James and then Paul was one of the hottest of my life, but it was wrong. Or, more correctly, they were wrong to have taken advantage of me and I was wrong to have submitted to them. I had become so used to obeying Tan that I had lost my will to question the orders of the Chinese boys and now I was going to have to face the music, as I deserved, back at the apartment. To say I was fearful would have been a tremendous understatement!

When I walked in the front door, Tan was waiting for me, fully dressed having joined his family for a late Sunday morning Mass and then lunch. Seeing him looking so mature and formal made me feel even more pathetic. I was shaking like a leaf with, almost overcome by my nerves and cast my eyes down towards the floor unsure of what he would say.

Tan immediately took control of the situation, as always, and ordered me to strip naked, to immediately strip my bed of the sheets from the prior night with James and to put everything in the wash using only hot water, detergent and bleach. After having begun that task, he directed that I take a very thorough shower and then report to him back in the living room.

I was relieved to have something to do. It kept me, albeit briefly, from pondering my fate. But unfortunately, I could only prolong my shower for so long. Given that much of our limited hot water went into the washing machine, I had no choice but to scrub my body and especially my well-worn pussy fast if I was to ensure I could endure whatever Tan had planned for me.

Seemingly all too soon, I was standing naked in front of a very controlled but pissed, young Vietnamese stud.

"Matt, things have gotten out of hand!" Tan said, his voice soft and controlled with an almost steel timbre. "I am very disappointed in you but even more disappointed in myself," he continued, to my utter shock! "Seeing Paul and James using you showed me several things....the first being just how hot you are not only to me but to others like me. But it also indicated that I have failed in some ways to train you properly, and have been immature and selfish in my control of you which will have to stop."

As Tan said these things, I was on my knees in front of him, my hands at my side as he had long ago taught me was a position of respect. His words confused me....as he had never demonstrated remorse or humility in my presence. I also began to wonder if he was losing interest in me or perhaps even wanted to get rid of me because he had witnessed others using me without his express blessing or permission....thereby violating both of us.

Tan continued, "Matt, I'm only 18 and had no real idea of how challenging it would be to take on responsibility for another person. In my immaturity, I became selfish. I took advantage of your submissive nature and failed to both respect and protect you from others who clearly want what I have had with you. For this, I sincerely apologize."

He went on, "Still, all that being said and generally speaking, I believe you have been basically content and happy with our arrangement. You never complain and are quick to do whatever tasks I give you and, like a perfect submissive, you anticipate my needs so well that I rarely if ever really have to punish you. You look so young and innocent for your age, and sexually, you've been with only four men in your life that I often feel older and more mature than you. However, you are a person and not a possession. Therefore, Matt, it is time for you to think about and to tell me what it is that you want so that I nor anyone else takes advantage of you as may have happened this weekend."

With these words, Tan, once again, blew my mind. He had mastered me sexually, and despite my eight-year maturity in age, he was showing a level of psychological maturity far in excess of my own. To say I was overwhelmed would have been an extreme understatement. The truth was, I didn't really know myself. I had been such a reclusive virgin when Huan and Tan "brought me out" so to speak.

All my life up to that point I had been a gay in denial. And, if I was honest, I had no regrets over what had happened for had I not encountered these two Vietnamese boys, I may never have had a sexual experience or realized that I truly was a total sexual bottom and primarily attracted to strong-willed Asian men.

But what did I really want with my life? I loved what I had with Tan both physically and mentally, but what was lacking in some aspects at least was emotional. Tan enjoyed his mastery over me and I enjoyed his mastery of me. He fulfilled a primal need that I had to serve a strong-willed Asian man. But life is more than sex and what was lacking in all of this was an emotional connection.

I intensely respected Tan, and, for the past several months I really lived to serve him. I took care of everything in the apartment much as a devoted wife would, and I met his every sexual need. In return, he took me to sexual and psychological heights I could only have imagined.

However, Tan had never denied to me that ours was an arrangement. His family did not want him getting a girl pregnant and, aware of his intense sex drive, turned their head the other way knowing that I was safely fulfilling both his domestic and sexual needs. They were not worried he'd become "attached" to me emotionally, because Tan was, ultimately, a consummate heterosexual. And that was ultimately my dilemma.

Tan had been, as always, observing me as I kneeled before him, deep in thought. "Matt, tomorrow, I want you to get a free VD and HIV test to ensure neither James nor Paul gave you any surprise. While I highly doubt they did, it is for your own benefit."

"Now on to the more difficult things," he continued. "You realize I am not in love with you, I've always been honest with you that I am straight and that this is, at least for me, an arrangement of convenience. However, I am fond of you and if truth be told, appreciate the services you provide me. What I want you to tell me, now that you've been thinking, is what you ultimately want with your life."

"Tan, I owe you so much. It has always been hard for me to articulate what you seem to know intuitively about me. I know you will never love me because ultimately, you'll be in love with and marry a woman. Yet, you have taught me sexually to be what I'm destined to be, a totally sexual submissive. You have trained me to sexually respond to the dominance of a man and have, helped me to practice a degree of self-control I never thought possible. But what I realize is that I only want to be with a man who is into me and me only and I simply don't know who that will be or how I will ever find him. I wish he were Asian as I have never been with any other type of man. And, while I wish he were you, I know that will never be."

Tan allowed me to sit on the stool in front of him and then said, "Until the tests come back, I'm going to limit our sexual contact to your servicing my cock orally every morning and evening. You'll continue to take care of the cooking and cleaning as we work to find a way forward."

Tan continued, "I'm going to have a meeting with James and Paul to discuss the matter. I think we all owe you some help in ultimately finding a man that will be able to fulfill your needs as we have but who will, unlike the three of us or my brother, be able to love you as well. Frankly, I expect there are many Asian men who would love this type of relationship, loving and dominating a white man, but it may take time to find the right one."

Once again, Tan was right and in control of my life. I knew he knew what was best and could only wait with great anticipation to see how my life would be arranged and resolved.

"Oh", Tan added, "here are a few more rules in the interim. You may only cum while you are sucking me off and you will not have any sexual encounter without my express permission. I will deal with James and Paul. Until I determine otherwise, you remain, in essence mine, and I continue to expect your obedience."

With these words, I was dismissed. I had work to do and could only wonder at what my future would hold!

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Acapulco Anniversary

Twenty five years; it's hard to believe that we will have been married 25 years come next Valentines Day. Lynne and I married a year after I graduated from State University with my MBA and she from college. The years have been good to us; we have prospered and have two ********, both finished with college and making their own way in the world. Life could not have been better. Even our sex life which had slowed a bit in the middle years had improved since we took up some role playing with Lynne being the submissive partner to my dominant control. Lynne is still a lovely woman, only a few pounds heavier than when we married and they seem to have settled in her breasts and hips making for a wonderful hourglass figure. I have kept myself in good shape also with my running and gym workouts.

We live in Minnesota and I don't have to tell you what the winters are like, so celebrating our anniversary there on Valentines Day did not seem too appealing. I went to a travel agency and after some discussion decided to take Lynne to Acapulco for two weeks. There, the weather in February is almost guaranteed to be beautiful. She squealed in delight when I told her of my plans and immediately went out and spent close to a thousand dollars on beach wear and tropical clothes. I, of course, was looking forward the deep sea fishing which didn't interest her in the least.

We checked in at our resort and were taken by golf cart to our villa, which was beautiful. It had a little pool in the very private back patio and a wonderful view of the bay. Two chaises, that reclined flat, and a mini bar stocked to the hilt. All this, with a pink golf cart that we could use to get to the main house, and jeeps available to use when we went to town. It was heavenly and Lynne was suitably impressed.
"Bob, this place is so beautiful. Thank you for making this anniversary so very special."
"Is that the way to thank your Master for something so special?"
That was her cue to fall into her submissive role which she now did instinctively.
"No Robert, you are right, this celebration calls for a special thank you."
When she was in slave mode I was no longer Bob, I was Robert or Sir. She dropped to her knees, opened my belt and pants and proceeded to get me as hard as a rock.
"I want you nude, slave."
"Yes Sir, as you wish," and soon she was standing there in all her naked glory.
Her breasts were not very large and just starting to droop but her ass was still firm and just a bit large for her slender frame. But I loved her more than ever and she was beauty personified for me. I was never so much in love. I shed my clothes and opened my arms to her and we sank onto one of the chaises and made love. Noisy, enthusiastic, passionate love, and ever so satisfying. We cuddled for a bit and exchanged declarations of our love and how happy we were with each other when I suddenly realized that I smelled cigar smoke. Then I heard a chair scrape from behind the hedge separating our patio from the one next to us. We looked at each other and Lynne giggled and ran inside with me following.
"My god," she said, "I wonder if they heard us."
"If they were out there when we were doing it they must have heard."
"I am so embarrassed, how could I ever face them."
"Don't worry. They don't know who we are or what we look like and this place is so big we will probably never see them."

By the time we unpacked and settled in it was time for dinner so we took our cart and headed over to the main house and dining room. It was a lovely place, open to the air and very balmy, so different from Minnesota. Soft music played, the food was delightful and we even danced a bit. By the time we got back to our villa the romance of the place had gotten to us and we made love again but this time in our bed. I took longer with our foreplay and Lynne who was always a noisy lover was even louder than before. We never closed the sliding door to our patio and the whole neighborhood must have heard our coupling. All in all, our anniversary was off to a great start.

Our first day was devoted to exploring the resort and the town. Attached to the main house was a large pool and spa and two lovely restaurants, one very informal for breakfast and for those guests in beach wear and the other for more formal lunches and dinner. There was also a bar poolside and a big one attached to the dinning rooms. We roamed the town and had lunch there and then shopped in the outdoor bazaar where Lynne tried to out bargain the local merchants. We knew we couldn't but we had fun anyway. We got back to our to the resort at about five, stopped in at the bar and had Pina Coladas before returning to our villa, each of us feeling a little buzz from the ******. Lynne walked out on the terrace and twirled around and said,
"I had a wonderful time today darling, thank you again for this anniversary trip."
"Is that the way you thank your Master?"
She immediately slipped into her slave mode.
"No Sir, of course not."
Again she fell to her knees and took out my cock and proceeded to suck it. I looked down at her and she was so beautiful. She looked up at me and smiled even with her mouthful. I was so happy we had come here. I pulled my cock from her mouth and she made gave me a disappointed look.
"I want you to undress me and then yourself and then I want you to make love to me with your body."
Her grin almost split her face in two. She started with my shirt and as she lifted it off my torso her lips played over my chest paying particular attention to my nipples. After sucking on them and then on down to my belly off came my pants and my cock got a repeat performance. Again I would not let her make me cum. She knelt down as I sat on the chaise and removed my shoes and socks, sucking on my toes as she did so. Then she started to undress and she gave me a strip tease that would have made Gypsy Rose Lee jealous. My god, she was hot. She pushed me onto my back and started at my toes, kissing and licking and sucking, all the way up my body just avoiding my penis which was a steel rod at this point. When she got to my face the kisses were passionate and her tongue almost went down my throat. When I could talk I asked,
"Who do you belong to?"
"I belong to you Robert>"
"Your heart, your soul, your body and mind?"
"Yes Robert, all of that and all my love too."
"I love you with all my heart too."
She lifted herself up and lowered her pussy onto my cock. I watched her face as she took me in and I could see my love reflected in her face. Her movement, as she rocked on me, was slow and deliberant, taking as long as possible before she came and then she was loud and I shouted as I came also. She collapsed on my chest her face buried in my neck and I could feel her heart beating against me.
"You are my Master and I love you so much."
"And I love only my slave."
After about fifteen minutes or so I gave her a swat on her ass and said,
"It's time to shower and get ready for dinner."
She giggled and said,
"Spoilsport, I was having such a nice dream, why did you have to wake me up?"
"Go on get in the shower and I'll join you in a minute."
"OK Bob don't be long."
Slave mode was all gone. As I walked off the patio I again smelled cigar smoke and I wondered, did our neighbor overhear our conversation?
We dined again, just the two of us, drank a bottle of wine and danced between courses. It had been a full and incredibly romantic day but we were both tired when we got back to the villa so it was just a noisy quickie before bed time. I had arranged to go fishing for marlin the next day so we went to ***** early because I had to get up early

I left before Lynne was up and didn't get back until after five. She was not in the villa but then I saw a note on our bed. It said,
"I met our next door neighbor at breakfast, come and join us for a *****."
I went next door and the door was open so I walked right in. There was Lynne in the skimpiest of bikinis, lolling on a chaise with a ***** in her hand. She saw me and got up to greet me.
"Hello Robert, I'm so glad you got back in time to join us."
Her arms went around my neck and she gave me a big kiss as she rubbed herself on my body. My cock couldn't help but respond.
"Robert, this is Steven. We met at breakfast and he has been entertaining me all day."
"Call me Steve; it's a pleasure to meet you Bob. How about joining us in a Margarita, I make them special and I am sure you will like it."
He put one in my hand and as I sipped it listening to her chatter and I suddenly realized that she had called me Robert, instead of Bob and she called him Steven instead of Steve.
He drew me into the conversation by asking how the fishing went and I told him I didn't catch anything except a sunburn. We learned a little bit about each other, I had another Margarita and it was soon approaching six o'clock. He turned to Lynne and said,
"I made dinner reservations for the three of us at eight, why don't you go to your villa and take long bath. Come back here at 7:45 and we will go to dinner from here."
"Yes Steven." and she got up and left. I said to him,
"What the hell, you made a suggestion and she took it as a command. What happened here today?"
"I will explain it all to you now. I couldn't help but overhear the two of you for the last two evenings when you made love on the patio. It was very erotic and it made me want to possess her. She is not only a wonderfully sensual creature but she is beautiful and a natural submissive. I am going to enjoy using her."
"Thanks for the compliment but I have no intention of letting you take her."
"I don't intend to take her, you are going to give her to me whenever I want her."
"You are crazy if you think that will ever happen. "
"Bob, don't you feel your eyelids getting heavy. I put a ******** **** in your ***** and you can't fight it. Just relax and listen to my voice, just as Lynne did this morning. She tried but she couldn't fight it either. That's it, let your eyes close and concentrate on my instructions. Your wife is completely under my control now and I spent the day conditioning her. You opened that door with your little game of domination but you never realized how completely she was into it and now my friend, you are going to join her and be my slave just as she is. Any time I address you as Robert you will go into your slave mode and you will call me Steven and any time I call you Bob you will return to you normal behavior. When I call you Bobby you will agree to everything I suggest. Do you understand that Robert?"
"Yes Steven I understand."
"Your relationship with your wife will not change with the exception that when I want her you will freely give her to me. I will return her to you unharmed however if I choose to mark her as mine you will accept it as a sign of my possession. You want to accept my conditions, don't you?"
"Yes Steven I accept your conditions."
"Good Bob, why don't you go back and shower and get ready for dinner. Come back here with Lynne when you are ready at 7:45.
I got up, thinking what a nice guy he is and how good his Margaritas were. As I was getting into the shower I asked Lynne how her day went. She told me that when she went in for breakfast she was sitting alone when Steven asked if he could join her since he alone also. He said that he was in the neighboring villa just wanted some company. Well it turned out that he was very good company and the morning passed quickly and before she knew it, it was time for lunch. He talked her into having a Margarita with lunch and the next thing she remembers she was on his patio having another when I walked in. She really didn't know how the day passed so quickly. We dressed and returned to Steve's villa at 7:45 ready to go to dinner. He took one look at Lynne and said,
"I don't like that that dress. A black cocktail dress is much too formal for this resort. "Don't you have something with a halter top?"
"Yes Steven."
"Then go put it on and no bra."
"Yes Steven."
I couldn't believe my ears. I would never dare to tell her what to wear or go without a bra and she accepted it just like that.
"Don't you think that was a good suggestion Bobby?"
Suddenly it did seem like a good idea.
"Yes, you absolutely right, she was dressed incorrectly."
Lynne came back wearing a white halter top with wide legged print slacks. The way her breasts swayed as she walked she looked like a sex goddess. She said,
"Does this meet with your approval Steven?"
"Absolutely my dear, you look gorgeous."
"What about you Bobby, don't you think this is a better look for her?"
"You couldn't be more right Steve."
I had to admit that she was a knockout in that outfit and so sexy too. But I also noticed that as Bobby I was beginning to agree with his ideas all the time.

We got to the restaurant at eight and again it was a lovely romantic atmosphere. Lynne flirted outrageously with both of us. I have to admit she had me hard most of the night. The music was mostly Latin. Rumbas, salsas. mambos, and congas and she danced them all, either with me or Steve and she had every ones attention. The way her ass was moving and breasts were shaking inside of that halter, it must have given every man in the place a hard on. She wasn't sluttish or outrageous, just having a boisterous good time and it infected the whole place. When we had a slow dance she molded herself to me and told me again that this was the best vacation we ever had and it was a wonderful way to start the next 25 years of our marriage. We finished dinner and the three of us got in our cart to go back to our villas. Then Steve suggested that we stop at his to have a night cap. Again, of course, we agreed with his suggestion and when we got there he brought out a pitcher of his special Margaritas. As we sat sipping our *****s he said to me,
"Bobby, I think you should sit in that chair and not move a muscle until I tell you to get up."

"Lynne, I want you to stand in front of your husband, facing him," she did as told.
"He is your husband and your Master, is he not?"
"Yes, Steven he is my Master and I always obey him."
"But when I am present who will you obey?"
"Oh Steven, you know I am your slave also and that I will always obey you before him."
He moved behind her and his hands slipped inside of the halter from each side. I saw her eyes close and her head lean back against his shoulder as he twisted her nipples. Her hips started to move and her ass rubbed against his stiffening cock. She was surrendering her body to him. I was about to object when he said,
"Bobby, don't you think I deserve to use her for my pleasure?"
I struggled before I answered,
"Sure Steve, she is a beautiful sexy woman and you do deserve her."
"Thanks Bobby, I'd like you watch while I do just that."
He undid the button behind her neck and the halter fell from her breasts. I watched with tears streaming down my face as she turned and offered her tits up for him to suck. He unbuttoned her slacks and they fell to the floor with her panties and he turned her naked body back to face me.
"Open your husband's pants and take out his cock," she complied.
"Pleasure him with your mouth but did not let him cum."
She kissed me on my mouth and murmured,
"I love you so much," and then kissed her way down my body until she reached my cock.
She licked it and teased it but never sucked it and it became a flag pole. She was bent at the waist, making mewling noises when he, naked now, moved behind her and slid his cock into her. His eyes were on mine and I could see, in his eyes, the superiority he had over me while he could see the pain in my eyes while he fucked her. She was always vocal and was more so now.
"Steven I love when you fuck me. You are my lover and my Master. Fill me. Fuck me. Use me for your pleasure. "
He slow fucked her from behind and then he said,
"Make him cum."
She took me in deep, into her throat I think, which she had never done before, and I came. She came with me and so did he. She swallowed every drop and licked me clean then turned to him and cleaned him also. She was his whore and I still loved her. I watched for several hours, unable to move, while he used her in every way imaginable. Tit fucked, cunt fucked, ass fucked, mouth fucked. I don't know if he came every time but she seemed to love it and she came more times than I could count. I never knew a woman could be so insatiable. Finally at about three in the morning he said to me,
"Get up Bobby and take her back to your villa. Clean her up and bring her back to me after lunch tomorrow. You and I have to have a talk."
I took her back; she could hardly walk, cleaned her up as best I could and put her to bed. I lay next to her unable to ***** not knowing how to end this nightmare. She woke at noon none the worse for wear, cheerful as could be, and after showering and luncheon; I brought her back to Steve. He was naked on his chaise.
"Why don't you strip Bobby and sit on the other chaise and I am going to tell you how it is going to be. Lynne, honey, get naked and lie down here between my legs with your head on my thigh. Don't suck me, just kiss my cock and make love to it, don't make me cum. "
She stripped, laid down and with her hands and lips brought him to full erection in no time and he started to talk to me as if she wasn't there.
"She will be like this for you any time that you want and to the world she will be the lady she always was before you got here. It is my present to you for the use I have had of her yesterday and last night and for the next two days and nights until I leave. She is a remarkable woman, one of the best I ever had and you are a lucky man. She is so good that I don't think I will be able to give her up for good. I live in Chicago; it's not too far from your home, so from time to time I will summon her, and perhaps you, to visit. I expect you to accommodate my requests."
My eyes never left my wife. She was like a puppy with a bone, only this was his boner. She was licking it, kissing it and fondling it.
"Of course Steve, you know I will always be willing to share her with you to thank you for your present."
"Lynne baby, that's enough for me now go over to Bobby and do the same for him."
She moved between my legs and with him watching proceeded to give me the same treatment she had given to him while our conversation continued over her head.
"I'm a **************, I make my living helping people stop smoking, stop ********, stop gambling, and even nymphomaniacs stop enjoying sex. In this case I just put my talents in reverse and you see the outcome with Lynne. I spent the whole day, while you were fishing, conditioning her and the results were better than I had expected. I worked on her from breakfast until you walked into my villa and she doesn't remember a bit of it and when I am finished with you, neither will you. I don't do it often but after hearing you two for two evening I couldn't resist and now I am glad I didn't, because she turned out to be something special. In a way, you are too and as I see it, a bit of a challenge. You are still trying to resist me and I want you to give yourself to me, physically and mentally, just as she has."
Up until he said that my mind was only half hearing his words, my concentration was on Lynne and what she was doing to my cock. She had me so hard and the soft sounds she was making as she tongued me made it one on the most erotic experiences of my life. What was he saying; I was to give myself to him, just as she has? What did that mean?

"Lynne, stop what you are doing and come over here to sit by me, I want to ask you some questions."
She moved to his chaise and sat next to him.
"Face your husband I want him to watch you when you answer me. Do you like being a slave to me and to him?"
"Oh yes, I was so happy when you told me that I could serve you both."
"Wouldn't you like him to be as happy as you are?"

"Of course I would. I love him very much."
"Wouldn't you like it if he could be as happy serving me as you do?"
"Yes but could he? He is a man."
"Well he has a mouth and an ass."
"Oh, oh yes, I see what you mean."
"Would you be happy to see me use him this way?"
"Yes, yes of course. I want him to be as happy as I am."
I watched her face as it ran the gamut, from perplexed to happy. He had her believing that his **** of me would make me happy too.
"Robert, don't you think Bobby would like to suck my cock?"
"Steven, I think he would love it."
"Bobby, why don't you come over here and let Lynne instruct you in the art of cock sucking."
I got up and crossed the short distance between us and Lynne took me by the hand and led me to kneel between his legs.
"Oh Bobby, you are so lucky to have Steven let you do this. Let me show you what to do. Hold him like this. That's it, now stroke it slowly. Yes, that's it now kiss it and then run your tongue around the tip. Oh you are so good at this. I am so proud of you. Now take the head into your mouth and suck on it slowly. Good boy, you have him so hard now. Relax your throat. This is the tough part. Now sink down on it. Yes, you have it, take it all the way. I can see it in your throat. Good for you. Now move your head up and down just a little. Good, Good. Now caress his balls. A little faster now make him cum. Yessssssssssss. Swallow it all. Oh Bobby, I love you and I am so proud of you."
Damn it, she made me proud of myself.

When I stood up after servicing Steve she came and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her tongue invaded my mouth and she rubbed herself onto my still hard cock.
"Honey I love you so much for what you are doing for Steven. This is the best anniversary we ever had. I can taste him in your mouth I know you must be happy too."
Strangely enough I was happy, happy that she was and happy that Steve was also. He said,
"Lynne sweetheart, why don't you go in and bring out some Margaritas for you and Bobby."
As she left he motioned to me to sit beside him.
"You liked sucking me off, didn't you?"
"Of course I did Steve; I knew you wanted me to do that."
I'm glad you liked because you are going to want to do that every time you see me naked. Don't even wait to be asked, just drop to your knees in front of me and go to work.
"You are now going to be my fluffer. You know what that is don't you?"
"I think so. You want me to get you hard for Lynne."
"Good boy, now get to work, here she comes now."
Lynne came in with two Margaritas and saw me with my mouth on his cock. She made a little pout and said as she handed me my *****,
"Why are you starting without me?"
We both took a big gulp of our ****** and all I remember about the afternoon was seeing her straddle him and sink down on his cock. I think I sucked him into an erection 3 or 4 times but I am not sure.

The next thing I do remember is his saying it was time for us to go back to our villa and get cleaned up for dinner. As we walked in Lynne was all giggly and happy,
"I had such a marvelous time this afternoon. I want to thank you for keeping Steven so hard for me. He said he couldn't have done it with out you."
"I am glad to have been some help, I think." She giggled again and said,
"You have to help some more."
"How can I do that?"
"Steven says I have to give you a cream pie and a mud pie."
"I know what a cream pie is but what's a mud pie?" she giggled harder.
"Silly, you have to lick my ass clean."
So I went down on her, licking and sucking his cum out of her. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be and she was ecstatic and even more vocal.
"Bobby, Bobby, yes right there. Tongue in deeper. Suck it all out. On my clit now. Oooooooohhh yes. Now my ass. Yes, tongue in deep. You are so good to me."
Then she came on my face. She actually squirted and I drank that also. We were both sluts now.
"Bobby, you are so lucky, Steven told me he was going to fuck your ass too. I can't tell you how good it felt when he did me. You are going to love it." I said,
"Right now I want to fuck you. I have been a party to sex all day but I haven't cum once."
So I took her, once on the bed and again in the shower and then we were still ready to pick Steve up in time for dinner. She was boisterous again, just having a good time and I think her mood was infectious because every one joined in when she got up to dance. It was so unlike her usual behavior that I was surprised but happy to see how she enjoyed herself. After dinner we returned to Steve's villa for the usual Margaritas and he informed us that he was leaving the day after tomorrow. Lynne was devastated.
"Noooooooo. You can't go and leave me here. I am having too good a time."
"But I have to go, but don't worry when you get back to Minnesota we will get together."
"Do you promise?"
"Of course I do, you both belong to me now. Bobby, why don't you go to your villa and go to bed. I think I would like to ***** next to Lynne tonight. Come back in the morning and have breakfast with us at nine o'clock."
I said my good night and left. I knew it wasn't right but I could not help myself. I had to do what he told me to do. I returned in the morning as instructed and walked on to the patio to join them. They were both nude and she looked radiant. As I walked over to kneel in front of him she rushed over to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss,
"Thank you for letting me stay the night with Steven. I had such a good time." Like I had any choice.
"Steven told me he is going to take your ass this morning and then you will be his cock slave just like I am. I am so happy for you. He is going to let me help you enjoy it."
"She is right Robert; you are going to enjoy it. Why don't you bring us some Margaritas darling? As she left he told me,
"This is your final ********** to me. With this act your body will belong to me just as your mind does. You tried to resist me but it was futile and your wife will give you to me. Ah, here she is now. ***** your margarita, strip, and she will prepare you.
"That's right Bobby, all naked. Ohhhhh look, you are even getting hard. I am going to lube you up now. Feel my finger entering your ass. You have a cute behind, I never really noticed before. Yes, baby relax. Two fingers now. Doesn't it feel good when I go in and out. More lube and three fingers. Relax. Ohh, I see you are getting harder. Suck on Steven's cock now make him hard for you. Yes, that's it. What a good boy you are. Now let him go. He is behind you now. Feel the gentle pressure. Relax. Yes, you can feel him entering you now. Press back against him; take him in deep. Oh my you are so hard now I can see your cock starting to jerk. When you feel him cum you do it too and I will catch it in my mouth."
I couldn't help myself. With her cheering me on when he hit my prostate I exploded and she sucked me dry. I was crying and I didn't know if it was from shame or delight. I was happy that I pleased my wife and my Master but now I was a cock loving slut. He pulled out and she was kissing me and complimenting me and I was grinning as the tears rolled from my eyes. He told me to clean him up and I did, with my mouth, **** and all. I knew it then that I belonged to him and so did my wife. Our lives would never be the same.
Lynne and I spent the day worshipping him. Accepting every suggestion he made and she spent the night with him again. She was no longer Lynne to him but rather darling, or sweetheart, or lover or what ever endearment he wanted to call her. I was Bobby or slave. He left in the morning and she became the Lynne I always knew and loved, quiet, demure, dignified and self assured. At least for a while. Dinners were quiet affairs, no more boisterous exuberance, no more wild dancing, and no more infectious fun. We made love every day and she was every thing I wanted my slave to be except there wasn't the fire there that she showed with him. Two days before we left she started getting antsy.
"Do you think he will call us when we get back? Will we ever see him again? I miss him so much."
"Yes, he promised he would call so we will just wait and see."
I knew she loved me but I could see that she worshipped him and some how that didn't bother me. It should have but it didn't. I wanted to fight his hold on me and especially on her but I did not have the ability. He was the alpha male and I was his subordinate.

So we went back to Minnesota, to the cold and dreary winter and Lynne drifted into a mild depression that deepened as the weeks progressed.
"Bobby why doesn't he call? It's been so long. I miss him so much."
It was as if I wasn't her husband and yet it never affected her other behavior. She was still a happy lady to the world and sexual slave to me but just, perhaps, not as enthusiastic. And then it came, in the middle of the fourth week we were home. The phone rang at about nine in the evening and she answered it. I knew who it was even though she was in the other room.
"Steven, my darling, yes it is so good to hear from you. I thought you forgot about me. Oh, I am so excited and happy to hear your voice. What? You want us to come and see you. Of course we will come. Wild horses couldn't keep us away. The whole weekend? Yes, that would be wonderful. Yes, I am sure Bobby will love it too. Be there by 6pm on Friday? What clothes will I need? Oh, (giggle), you are too much. We will see you then. Kissssssssssss."
She came dancing back into the room and threw herself into my arms. She was laughing as she said,
"Steven wants us Friday at six at his apartment in Chicago and he says we don't have to bring any clothes. I thought I was going to die before I saw him again.
She was kissing me all over my face and practically ripping the clothes off of me. The exuberant Lynne was back. She was a bitch in heat and I was her only outlet. She went down on my cock and practically devoured it and had me hard in no time then she mounted me cowgirl and brought us both off in record time. Now, ordinarily, I take the lead in our love making but now she was the driving *****. It was like she was warming up for the main event. Her cunt felt like she was deep throating me and after I came she rolled off of me and got on her hands and knees and said,
"Fuck me in my ass and do it hard and fast."
Before Acapulco she had never had her ass fucked, but then again neither had I, and now she was asking for it. For a while I had enjoyed what he had turned her into but now I was beginning to resent it. It finally dawned on me that I might be loosing her. I lubed up her anus and my cock and I surprised with how easily I slid into her and it was a wonderful tight feeling. She was ecstatic.
"Bobby, that feels so good. Aren't you glad Steven taught me how to please him like this? That's right push it in deeper. Fill your slave. Oh god, I love you Bobby. Slow fuck me. Reach under me and rub my clittie. So close. I am going to explode."
She screamed as she came and then she collapsed with me on top and still inside her ass. We lay there for several minutes, I was kissing her neck and cheek and I heard her murmur,
"Thank you Steven for making me into your slave."
Now I was getting pissed. I had just made love to her and she was thanking him, even when he wasn't here. I was waking up to the fact that her infatuation with him was much deeper than I had realized.
We got to Steve's apartment on the Lake in Chicago at the appointed time. We were greeted at the door by a lovely woman who appeared to be in her early thirties wearing only an apron.
"You must be Bobby and Lynne. Please, come right in, follow me please."
She turned and walked towards the living room and we followed the sweetest ass wiggle I had ever seen, she led us into the living room. Lynne laughingly punched my arm when she saw the watching that ass.
"Please sit and enjoy your Margaritas and I will tell Steven you are here." We both drank and Lynne said,
"I really missed these Margaritas, I always feel so good when I ***** one."
Just as we finished them Steve walked in to the room followed by the woman. They were both naked. Lynne screamed for joy when she saw him and ran to his embrace. She was kissing and hugging him when he pushed her away and simply said,
"Strip, both of you. You won't need your clothes for the rest of the weekend."
After we stripped he turned and looked at me and I knew what he expected and I kneeled and took his cock in my mouth and I got him hard.
"Lynne, do you see how your husband prepares me to fuck you."
"Yes I think he is the best husband a woman could have. That's why I love him."
"But don't you love me a lot more?"
"Of course I do. I love him but I adore you."
"Then come over here and do what you came here for."
She moved into his arms and molded her body to his as she kissed him with a passion I could hardly remember. As I saw her straddle him and mount his cock and start to fuck him the woman tapped me on the shoulder and said,
"Come with me."
I followed that delicious backside into a bedroom and she said,
"My name is Maria and I am your's to use for the weekend."
"But don't you belong to Steven."
"Yes, I do and that is exactly what he wants me to do. I am his whore and he wants me to keep you happy."
She gently pushed me onto my back on the bed and started sucking on my cock. This was a beautiful woman, different from Lynne. While Lynne was of Nordic stock, blonde, tall and willowy, Maria was Mediterranean. Dark hair, dark sloe eyes and olive skin with a very sultry look about her. Shorter, a bit more curvy, with bigger tits and ass and just as big a sexual appetite as the new Lynne. She kept me busy all night and the next day until Saturday dinner. I don't know who prepared the dinner or cleaned up afterwards but Lynne served dinner to Steve and Maria served me. We ate like kings and the women offered themselves for dessert. Steve then told Maria to take Lynne to the bedroom and prepare her and he and I retired to the den. He had a brandy and I had a Margarita and as we smoked cigars he told me,

"Your wife is a remarkable woman,"
"I know that. That's why I love her."
"I think I might want to keep her around for a while.'
"You know that whatever you want is OK with me."
"Good, now let's go and see what the girls are up to."
We walked in to the bedroom and there were the two of them entwined in a passionate kiss. Their hands were in each others cunts and I saw Lynne cum. She was noisy as usual. Maria turned and went down on her and started licking the juices comes out.
"Oh, Maria, keep doing that. It feels so good. Yes, just a bit higher .Oh, right there,. Yes, yes. "
Then she came and screamed again. I have never known her to be with a woman before this but she sure loved what was happening to her. Maria swung around and they started a 69. Lynne said,
"What do I do?"
"Do to me just what I am doing to you," and they both went at each other."
After about 15 minutes and several orgasms they rolled over with Lynne on top and went for a repeat. They kept it up for almost an hour when both were exhausted. I lost count of the climaxes. Steve took Lynne to bed and Maria came with me. I asked,
"Too tired for a nightcap?"
"I'm so tired, I think I came a hundred times today but I will do what ever you want."
"Ok, just give me a blow job. Watching you girls gave me a raging hard on and I don't want blue balls.
"You are really a nice guy Bobby, you don't deserve what's going to happen."
Her mouth enveloped my cock and I lost the thought as she brought me to my climax. We then fell asleep spooned with her ass against my cock and my hand on her tit.

The next morning, Sunday, we were to leave after lunch, Steve took Lynne aside shortly before we ate and I saw him talking to her in the living room. She was nodding her head agreeing with what he told her. I asked Maria what was going on and what she meant by her last remark last night.
"He is telling her what she has to do when you get home. I saw him do that with the woman he had before me. I don't have time to tell you about what I meant last night, here they come now."
Lynne came over to us and said,
"It's time for us to go home now if you can tear yourself away from your little friend."
"Lynne that remark doesn't become you and it is no way to talk to your Master."
She looked at me with contempt in her eyes and said,
"That was a game we played. Now I have a real Master."
I looked at Steve and he had the same look in his eyes. Our trip home was very quiet and things were very cool between us. Finally, after several days I said,
"What's wrong Lynne, why are you so distant? We have been home for three days and I haven't even had a kiss from you. I love you and I want to make love to you."
"I saw you fucking that Maria when we were at Steve's. How could you do that to me."
"Well you were fucking Steve, why is that different."
"Because I belong to Steven, she is just a tramp that services him when I am not there."
Naturally I didn't see the logic in that and we had an argument and didn't talk for two days. Finally, I said,
"Lynne, I don't like it when it like this between us, we never stayed angry for so long. I want to make love to you. "
"I don't like it either, call up Steven and ask for permission."
"What, I have to ask another man if I can make love to you? I'll be damned if I will. You're my wife."
Needless to say I refused to make that call and things remained frosty around the house over the weekend. I came home from work on Tuesday evening to find her packing.
"What are you packing for? Where are you going?"
"Steven called and he wants me in Chicago tomorrow and to stay for the rest of the week."
"I can't leave work this week and sit around in Chicago."
"You're not going, he wants only me. You have to get me to the airport for an early flight."
"I don't want you to go, wait until the weekend and I will go with you."
Then she screamed at me, she actually screamed.
"Don't you get it, you cock sucking, wimpy fagot; he only wants me there."
She could not have hurt me any more if she had plunged a knife into my heart. I knew that things would never be the same between us again. Just then the phone rang and it was Steve.
"Hello Bobby, don't you think it would be a good idea if Lynne came to visit me for the rest of the week. I'll send her back to you on Sunday evening"
*** of a bitch, I knew I didn't want to say it but I did,
"Sure Steve, that's great, I know she will enjoy your company and you will enjoy yourself with her."
He had told me that I would give her to him and I just did. He had turned me into a wimpy cuckold and her into his per***al slut and she had no love or respect for me anymore. I took her to her flight in the morning and there was no conversation until just as she got out of the car. She handed me a slip of paper and said,
"This in my return flight and the arrival time, make sure you are there on time. I don't want to have to struggle with my suitcases."
So now I was reduced to being her porter. I should have been sad to see her off but she had been such a bitch since we got back from Chicago that it was a relief to see her go. And go she did, without a hug or a kiss or even a wave goodbye. I was her chauffer. I never got a phone call or even an email while she was gone but Sunday evening I was at the gate when the plane arrived. I watched the gate as the people disembarked and then I saw her. No, not Lynne, it was Maria. She looked at me sadly,
"She is not coming back to you Bobby."
"I guessed that was going to happen, I was just hoping it wouldn't, even though she was impossible to live with lately. But why are you here, are you my consolation prize?"
"Oh god no, he had no use for me now that he has her and I have no place to go. So I took her return ticket just to get away from Chicago."
"No place to go, what about your family?"
"I can't go back to them."
"Why not? Don't they still love you?"
"That's a long story, Bobby and I don't want to tell it standing here in the airport."
"Call me Bob or Robert, but don't call me Bobby, that's the cocksucker name he gave me. Where are you staying tonight?"
"Right here in airport I guess. I don't even have bus fare to get out of here. They dropped me off at the airport with only the plane ticket and what I am wearing."

I took her home with me and we didn't talk much in the car. My mind was filled with the thoughts of how much my life had just changed. My wife didn't love me any more and she had changed so much I wasn't even sure I wanted her back. She had exhibited such an infatuation for Steve and had goaded me into doing things I never would have done on my own. I didn't even know if I could ever live with her again. When we got home I scraped together some dinner for us and as we sat with our coffee I said,
"Can you tell me your story now? Maybe it will help me understand what happened to me."
"I think it will help you understand but I don't think it will help you do anything about it."
"Tell me anyway."
"I was married seven years ago to Joe Mantegna, I have known him all of my life. Our families are in the family business together. We have two ******** who are now three and five years old. I miss them very much, I haven't seen them or spoken to them in almost two years. I don't even know if I have been divorced for desertion, maybe I am still married. Joe wanted no part of our family's business and when he graduated from college, where he took ROTC, he accepted a commission in the army. Army pay is not all that great and when he was posted to Germany I went back to live with my ****** in New Jersey so she could help me with the kids. I left them with her when I went to visit Joe for two weeks. It was nice and we renewed our love for each other. As a gift he gave me an upgrade to first class for the return trip.

As it turned out, I was seated next to Steven and before we took off the cabin attendant offered us complimentary champagne. He must have distracted me and slipped in that **** he used on you in your Margaritas. I don't remember anything about the flight across the Atlantic except that when we landed in New York he said to me,
"Wouldn't you like to continue on to Chicago with me," and I replied,
"Sure Steven, I would love to." With that reply I abandoned my family, my husband, my ********, and every one I held dear to me. I don't know if they have any idea what happened to me. He suggested that I have no contact with them and of course I haven't and cannot even now. He has a hold on me, you, and Lynne, that cannot be broken as long as he is alive. I know because I helped him ensnare another woman but she didn't last long. It is the **** that made us so receptive, but what he has done to our minds with ******** is what gives him control of us. I know if he walked through that door now I would offer my body to him just as you would sink to your knees and suck his cock. He is evil and for us, irresistible. We just looked at each other, helpless and hopeless.

She was quietly crying when she finished her tale and I pulled her to her feet and took her into my arms, more to comfort her than anything else, but when she looked up at me I kissed her. We had been so intimate that previous weekend in Chicago that it was natural for us to fall into bed and make love. I don't know if we were consoling each other, mourning our lost spouses, or just seeking ******** sex but we did make love and we both felt better for it. When I woke in the morning our limbs were still entwined, I said,
"I am sorry. I didn't mean to take advantage of you."
"Believe me you didn't. I wanted it just as much as you. When you had me in Chicago it was because Steven wanted me to do it. last night I wanted you."
"You really are a wonderful woman Maria."
"Thank you for the compliment but after my recent history I don't know if I deserve it.
"You do deserve it, you have made me feel better already. Stay here with me and help me heal some more. Look, you have no money, not even a change of clothes, maybe we can help each other get over this nightmare."
She agreed to stay for 'just a while' and that turned into almost two years. They were happy ones for both of us and we became very fond of one another. Our past unpleasant memories were behind us and then suddenly, out of the blue, when least expected, that's when I got the phone call. It was from Lynne.
"Robert, I need your help."
Her voice was subdued and she was contrite.
"Why come to me, let Steve help you."
"He threw me out almost year ago and won't take my calls."
I signaled to Myra to pick up the extension.
"I still don't understand why you are asking me for help."
"I am sick and I think I am dying. I have no money to get medical aid I don't even have my passport to get back into the country. I left it at home with you when I went to Steven."
She started coughing and couldn't speak for a moment.
"You are the only one who knows what happened to me and could understand.
"Where are you?"
"I am in Tijuana."
"What the hell are you doing there?'
"I am too ashamed to tell you."
I looked at Myra and she nodded her head.
"Alright, give me an address I will be there tomorrow."
After I hung up I turned to Myra and asked,
"Why did you OK my going to rescue her?"
"First, Bob, what happened to her could have happened to me. I was lucky he sent me to you. God knows where he sent her.
Second, you heard her coughing, it sounded genuine to me. If she is really that sick and you didn't help her it would be on your conscience for the rest of your life and if she died, because you didn't help her, it would destroy you. I have grown to love you and know you and I know you couldn't live with yourself. You haven't even divorced her yet."
"The only rea*** I haven't divorced her is because I wanted no contact with Steve. Who knows what he would have made either one of us do. I love you Maria, I have no feelings for her anymore."
"Yes you do, and even though I know you love me you had twenty five good years with her. She still is the ****** of your ********. Go help her and then come back to me."

I found Lynne in a flop house in Tijuana. She was a wreck. She must have lost twenty pounds and looked like death warmed over. I wondered how this could have happened to the beautiful woman I had once loved. Her cough was racking her body. I got her dressed and into my car and the first stop was a **** store. I got her something for the cough and that seemed to help. Then I made her wear surgical masks until we got back to Minnesota. Our first stop there was the Mayo Clinic. They diagnosed her with TB, the incurable and virulent kind and told me that she didn't have more than a few months to live. Her condition had gone on too long without treatment and that her lungs were virtually destroyed. All they could do was put her in a hospice to live out her days as comfortably as possible. It was there that I got her story.

He had turned her into a whore just as he had done to Maria. She fucked every one he told her to. He sent her out on 'dates' and she came back with the envelopes of money for him. He used her indiscriminately and unprotected and she sometimes came back injured and ******. He had her pierced and tattooed and marked as his property just as he told me he would and when she came down with TB he threw her out. He told her she was a whore and she should go work in a Mexican whore house and because that was what he told her to do, that is what she did. She told me she still loved him and would go back to him if he would take her back. That *** of a bitch never would set her free just as he never freed Myra or me. I was with her when she died. It wasn't pleasant watching her coughing ***** and tissue and I vowed that Steve would pay no matter what is cost me. When I got back to Myra I told her the whole sad story and she asked,
"What are you going to do now?"
"I am free now, legally and emotionally and I want to marry you."
" You can't, I don't know if I am married or not."
"Then we have to go to your husband and find out how you stand."
"I can't. Steven told me I cannot contact them ever."
"He never told me that I couldn't. Tell me more about your husband so I know what I have to deal with."
"Well you know he is in the army. He was in Germany when I left him and I don't know where he is now but my ****** would know."
"Good, What else, you told me once that he didn't want to go into the family business, why not?"
She looked at me and said,
"You know, the Family."
Then it dawned on me, he was connected.
"You mean the Mantegna Family?"
"Yes."
"How can I get in touch with your ******?"

I was on a plane to Newark the next morning , and by afternoon I was facing Mrs. Santini.
"My name is Robert Swen*** and I have a message from your ******** Maria." She almost fainted,
"What? Maria, my ********? She is alive? Thank God. Where is she? Why isn't she here? What have you done with her? Tell me please."
"She is alive and well and hopes to see you as soon as possible."
"How do I know you are telling me the truth and not some con man trying to fleece me."
"She gave me this ring to give to you to show that I come from her. She hopes that when you see her you will give it back to her. The only thing I ask of you is that you tell me where I can find her husband, I gave a message for him also."
She tried to get more information from me and finally told me that Joe was back in the States and where I could find him. I told her to call him and set up a meeting and the next day I was sitting with him in the officer's club at Fort Dix. He wasn't happy to see me and he questioned me.
"I put her on a plane to go home to our kids and then she disappeared. I loved her and she loved me and then nothing. What did you do to her? Where is she? What happened to her? Why isn't she here?"
"Whoa, one question at a time. She is safe and well but she won't let me tell what happened to her for the first year after she left you. She is too ashamed of what she did and what was done to her even though it was not her fault or yours. What I am going to tell you, is what happened to my wife and I and you can draw your own conclusions. I told him all that had happened to me and how Lynne had ended up dead. Maria was lucky that he sent her to me because she had no money and couldn't come home and face him. She knew if she went home she would have to tell you what she had become and you would not have believed or accepted what had been done to her."
"You're right, once I found out that she was a whore I would have thrown her ass out. Besides I met a woman in Germany and we are going to get married as soon as I can find Maria to serve her with the divorce papers."
"Maria doesn't want anything from you except the right to visit her ********. Give me the papers and I will overnight them back to you as soon as I get home."
"She can have the ********. I have been away from them for so long that they hardly know me and Trudy doesn't want to raise another woman's kids anyway. Are you and Maria going to be married?"
"Yes, as soon as she is free to marry me."
"A good pair, a whore and a cocksucker."
"She doesn't deserve your contempt and as far as I am concerned, I couldn't care less. But the monster who did this to us, who destroyed my marriage and yours, is still free to do more damage. God knows how many other women and their husbands he has contaminated. I would like to strangle him with my bare hands but I know if I came in contact with him again, I couldn't help myself, and I would be on my knees in front of him in a minute. On this paper is his name and address and mine too, just to show my good faith and where to find Maria." He said,
"I'll call my ****** in law and tell her to give you the kids to take back with you."
He took the paper from me, looked at me again with unconcealed scorn, then turned and walked away. We never shook hands.

I got a subscription to the Chicago Tribune and watched it for a month before I saw the article. Essentially it read,

Steven Sandler's body was found floating in the Chicago River. He had been manually strangled after being ********. His body was covered with numerous bruises and burns and his genitals were missing. The police are asking the public for help in solving his ******.

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Suburban **********


The man of the house was tall slim, with well-muscled arms -- cute, but nothing special. The ******, though... wow! Judging by the teenage kids, she must be in her mid-thirties, but she had the face and figure of a girl in her mid-twenties. A petite blonde clad in tight jeans and a checkered lumberjack shirt that tried and failed to conceal an hourglass figure that Karen and her husband both found themselves staring at. She had very prominent breasts; her ass was a vision clad in skintight denim.

"Hey, what are you staring at?" said Karen accusingly, poking her husband in his slightly too well-padded stomach. He grinned sheepishly and excused himself, returning to his computer room to work.

Karen watched the little blonde unpack with the sharp taste of jealousy in her mouth. Karen herself was a very attractive woman, once a statuesque black beauty, but her age was betrayed by a cluster of tiny wrinkles, and a slight sag in her breasts. She sniffed. At least she was taller than this girl - and probably stronger, with her daily workout sessions keeping her in shape. Still, this woman looked utterly stunning, vaguely reminding Karen of some actress she remembered seeing on some of her husband's science fiction programmes. Jane or Jolene or something.

Despite being a little jealous of the trim woman, Karen was far too smart to show disapproval openly at first, and went on to welcome the new family to the neighborhood. The husband was Kyle Lathe, and his sexy wife was Jenny. They had two kids, teenagers. The boy was 15, and went to the local high school. The girl was 18, a younger version of her sexy ******, and attended the community college ten miles away. Jenny turned out to be just 36, three years younger than Karen.

Karen feigned interest in Jenny and her family, and her hackles slowly rose as Jenny became more well-known in the community, inveigling her way onto committees despite Karen's subtle undermining. She argued, however gently and sweetly, against Karen in PTA meetings, showing no respect for Karen's position. Within a few months, Karen was very bitter indeed, and even the sunny-natured Jenny had begun to notice her coldness. It wasn't just jealousy and disrespect that motivated Karen though. Karen had been bisexual since she was a teenager, and couldn't ignore her attraction to her beautiful rival. The rest just heightened her desire to possess Jenny completely.

Karen started a search into Jenny's background. Initially low key, she found that Jenny had gone to college in Almondsdale, a good hundred and fifty miles away. But the internet was no respecter of distance, and Karen had no trouble finding Jenny's graduation details, and her status as homecoming queen. Within a day, armed with Jenny's birthday, she had Jenny's parents address, and her ******* maiden name. The subsequent credit check took time, and Karen requested a police check, pretending to be a prospective employer. Neither was helpful, so Karen focused on Jenny's friends, as detailed in her on-line yearbook.

Karen signed in to FriendsReunited.com, looking for an entry from Jenny or one of her many friends. Most of the entries were fairly boring, the standard 'here I am, this is what I've been doing' stuff, but one girl had written a real scorcher of a bitch-fest! Karen read with joy the efforts of 'Katy Hounslow' to scratch out the eyes of those who had offended her in the past. She wrote of Jenny as a 'stuck-up prudish little bitch' who probably blew half the football team. Tantalisingly, she also wrote 'Well, we all know what our prudish Jenny got up to on holiday, even if her parents did manage to keep it quiet.'

Karen was stunned - this could be it! A weapon against Jenny, something to make her knuckle under. She hammered out an email to Katy, asking for the gossip on Jenny.

Karen didn't have to wait long. She had an email the next day, full of bile directed at the beautiful Jenny. Karen read with glee, enjoying the spew of another's venom - even if it was probably all undeserved - recognising in Katy a kindred spirit.

The nitty-gritty of the venomous email concerned a holiday in Manchester, where Jenny and her friends had apparently behaved appallingly, getting heavily ***** with a group of male students. Supposedly there was sex and ***** involved, and a sex tape had been made requiring Jenny's parents to pay to have it kept quiet.

Karen read through the details, starting her search again. She knew the approximate date of the trip, and the first names of two of the boys. She began searching databases again. Her luck was in, and in a couple of hours, she found a newspaper article about two boys with the same names charged with possession, who had supposedly been involved in making porn films.

A couple of days, and a few hundred dollars later, a video tape arrived in Karen's mail. She watched it with excitement, as Jenny and her friends smoked dope and drank before stripping off for sex with the randy students. Jenny didn't have sex herself, but sucked off two guys, and spent some time snogging a friend whilst they were both topless.

Karen was in seventh heaven. Watching the tape again, she fingered herself to a quick climax as she watched Jenny's pert young self taking part in the sexy show. Even more than the thrill of a sexy video was the thrill of knowing that she had finally got the hold she needed over her neighbour.

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Jenny was sitting in her kitchen making tea when the phone rang. She frowned when she saw Karen's number. Karen had been pretty cool and distant recently, and Jenny wasn't sure she particularly wanted to chat, as she had been having a pleasant morning. Still, Karen had to know she was home, and it would have been rude not to answer, so eventually she picked up.

"Hello?" she answered with a sweet tone. "How are you this morning, Karen?"

"Oh hi Jenny, I'm good. How are you?"

"Very well," said the blonde woman politely. "There always seems like plenty to do around the house, though."

"I'm sure!" said Karen. "Why not have a break? Come on over for a coffee."

"I don't know, Karen. I've just had some tea, and I've a lot of cleaning to do."

"I understand Jenny. Why don't you come over for lunch? I Know I've been a bit distant lately, and I wanted to make friends again."

Jenny smiled, her pretty face lighting up. "Of course. Karen. It would be lovely to catch up."

The two women smiled very different smiles when they put their respective telephones down. And Karen's plan moved forward another stage.

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About ninety minutes later, Jenny crossed the street to Karen's house, and rang the doorbell. She noticed that the front drapes were drawn, and wondered vaguely if Karen were feeling well. But in a moment, she heard footsteps, and the door opened.

Karen towered over her neighbour. Just five two, Jenny was in sneakers, whilst at five seven, Karen was for some reason in heels, resulting in an eight inch disparity in their heights. Karen leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. She looked surprisingly severe in a long-skirted suit, with jacket and even gloves!

"Hi! Should I have dressed up?" giggled Jenny. She was only wearing a loose cotton blouse and knee-length skirt, and felt surprised at Karen's formal attire.

"No!" replied Karen, handing her a sparkling flute of champagne "I just like to dress up when I'm celebrating"

"What are you celebrating?" Jenny asked, sipping her champagne.

"Oh, mostly I'm celebrating making a new start with you - I want us to get really close."

"Oh, well - that's nice," said Jenny cautiously. There seemed something a bit strange about this, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"I like you Jenny, really I do" said Karen earnestly, taking her arm to steer her into the living room.

"Well... okay... I like you too" said Jenny nervously, as Karen pushed her to sit on the sofa. The drapes were drawn, giving them privacy, and she was starting to get a funny feeling about this.

"Good. Because I've decided we're going to be the closest, bestest friends ever." Said Karen with a funny smile.

Jenny took a nervous sip of her champagne, or tried to. Karen reached up and tipped the glass up, pouring a whole mouthful into Jenny's mouth and splashing down onto her blouse. She gulped, ******* slightly.

"Oh I'm sorry sweetie!" said Karen innocently "I was just having a little fun!"

Jenny wiped her chin and tried not to sound cross. "That's - that's okay Karen, it...no I'm fine, really!"

"Don't be silly!" said Karen, quickly unfastening Jenny's blouse. "It's soaked, and there's no-one here but us girls"

"Really," said Jenny, trying to fend off Karen with one hand, the other holding her glass. "I don't really feel comfortable... taking my top off right now."

Karen pouted, but stopped with Jenny's top half undone. "We should be comfortable around friends, though. Tell you what - I'll tell you a secret!"

"A secret"

"Yes - I'll tell you a secret, and then you'll let me take that wet top off - it needs dried out." Said Karen, as off-handedly as she could.

"Um... okay" said Jenny.

Karen leaned forward, pressing her moist lips to Jenny's ear. She whispered breathily into the other woman's ear "I'm incredibly attracted to you - and the thought of you taking your clothes off has got me all wet."

Jenny sat bolt upright in shock, and quick as a flash, Karen pulled apart the remaining three buttons of her blouse.

"Look, I should go!" stammered Jenny, standing up and clutching her blouse closed.

"But you promised! You promised you'd let me take your top off if I told you a secret. And I did!"

"Yes but... I wasn't expecting that sort of secret. I'm not... not into other women."

"Yes you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"You are - and I can prove it!"

"Look, really, I'm not"

"Jenny, if I can prove that you're into girls, you're going to have to stay. In fact, I bet you that I can prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are into girls!"

"You can't! Because I'm not"

"Watch!"

Karen reached into her pocket, and pulled out a remote control. She pressed a couple of buttons, and the TV on the wall flared to life.

Jenny stared, and after a moment, the ***** drained out of her face.

"Oh my god!"

"Wow, for someone who doesn't like girls, you've got a big mouthful of boob there, honey!" said Karen mockingly. She reached out for the champagne, filling both glasses as Jenny watched transfixed, ******** another mouthful almost absentmindedly. On screen, her younger self was naked; her body pressed against another naked girl, with her tongue deep in Jenny's mouth.

"Oh god. Oh my god. God..." Jenny muttered incessantly.

Karen pulled her down onto the couch. "See! You do like girls!" she said triumphantly, flipping the unguarded blouse back off Jenny's shoulders. Jenny stared at her with horror as she steadily pulled the blouse off first one arm, then another.

"That's better", said Karen, tossing the blouse aside. "Don't you feel more comfortable now we know one another's secrets?"

Jenny struggled to clear her head whilst facing the dreadful video of her bisexual past.

"Karen, where did you get this?" she whispered hoarsely.

"Oh, I KNEW you'd be grateful! I just happened across it really. My own private porn film - I'm pretty sure no-one else has a copy any more!"

"What... what do you want?"

"Well, I already said, sweetie. I want us to be the bestest... closest...friends"

As Karen spoke, she moved closer, and placed her hands on Jenny's cheeks, looking deep into her eyes.

Jenny blushed, looking down. "I'm not... really I'm not..."

"Well I am, sweetie. And don't you want to make me happy?" Karen waited for Jenny to nod, and then continued. As she spoke, she rewound the tape.

"Stand up sweetie. And take your skirt off"

"Karen - please - I really don't want to..."

"Hey - maybe you'd be more in the mood if you had one of those!" Said Karen, playing the video where Jenny was smoking a joint, eyes clearly glazed.

Jenny flinched visibly.

"Now, stand up. And take your dress off."

A picture of misery, Jenny did what she was told, revealing her plain white knickers. Despite the plain underwear, her body was gorgeous. Karen stood up beside her, a dominant figure over the much shorter woman in her full clothes, with Jenny in her underwear.

"Kiss me" said Karen simply.

Jenny reached up and tried to get away with a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Properly!"

The two of them came together, hands behind each other's heads, pulling them together for a long kiss. When they parted, tears were trickling down Jenny's face. Karen gave her a sympathetic kiss, and passed her a full glass of champagne.

"***** up," she said firmly. Jenny obediently drained the glass, and stood looking helpless as Karen walked away, sitting in a chair with its back to the shaded window.

Jenny looked up through, tears running down a blank expression on her face.

Karen sat down watching her closely.

"Turn-around for me," Karen said to Jenny.

Jenny slowly turned in a circle in front of her tormentor.

"Very nice. Now, that bra is trapping your beautiful breasts. Take it off." The words were more of an order than a request from Karen to Jenny.

Jenny, still not quite defeated, hesitated a second too long.

"Jenny, I'm trying to be nice but remember I own your ass. Get that bra off now," Karen said through gritted teeth, her mask of pleasantness slipping for a moment.

Jenny grabbed the bra and pulled it up and over her head, her breasts moving upward with the material and dropping down after the material cleared her nipples. Karen stared at Jenny's magnificent boobs; firm, rounded and large-nippled, with hardly an inch of sag despite her age. With some effort, she resisted the urge to dive towards Jenny's awesome bosom, reminding herself that she wanted to break Jenny's resistance, make her fully submissive before letting her own guard down.

"Nice tits sweetie," said Karen crudely. "Show me how they look when your nipples are hard!"

Jenny hung her head, and slowly drew her hands up her body to her breasts. Slowly, she pinched her nipples, drawing them out until they began to stiffen and swell beneath her delicate fingers. The skin over her chest flushed as she worked at her breasts, teasing the sensitive nipples to erection.

Karen watched closely, her own nipples hard beneath her heavy jacket. She stood to grab the bottle and pour Jenny a fourth glass of champagne.

"Does that feel good, baby? Do you like playing with your nipples?"

Jenny didn't respond, so Karen asked again.

"Come on sweetie, tell me...it feel good to play with your tits doesn't it? You'd better start talking to me, or I'll have to punish you."

"Karen, it..."

"No! Don't call me Karen! You can call me... Miss Mulder." said Karen firmly, layering on the ways for Jenny to subjugate herself. She didn't have much choice - if Karen wanted to wreck her life, a video of her taking *****, sucking cock and kissing girls would do the trick nicely!

Yes...Yes, Miss Mulder" said Jenny, her thoughts pretty much identical to Karens, had she but known it. "I like playing with my breasts, Miss Mulder."

"I'll bet you do darling." smiled Karen. "Do you like playing with anything else?"

"My husband's cock" said Jenny with an inner smile at the tiny victory.

"Hmmm. I'll bet I know something you like playing with even more." said Karen, tight-lipped. "Take your panties off."

Jenny frowned, but had to obey. What else could she do? She lowered her hands, pushing the plain cotton panties over her hips, revealing the thick bush over her pubis, the curly hair trimmed into a neat bikini-sized triangle. The panties dropped into a small heap around her ankles, and she stepped back from them.

"Oh, aren't we a hairy girl? We'll have to do something about that. Sit on the edge of the couch and lean back."

Karen waited for Jenny to comply before she continued, relentlessly driving the younger woman to ***** herself.

"***** your champagne, sweetie. And put your feet up on the couch, either side of you. Feet flat on the sofa. That's right - as wide as you can go. Show me that hairy pussy - yeah! That's what you like to play with best isn't it? Stroke it - stroke the lips. And keep the other hand playing with your tits."

God! Thought Karen. This woman was incredibly sexy! She was driving Karen wild, and her pussy was like a pot of melted butter. Sure that Jenny was distracted; Karen glanced up to the bookshelf, checking for the red glow of the digital video camera she had secreted there. It shone dully, dutifully recording the sexy *********** exposing herself and playing with her pussy.

"Oh, that looks like fun baby. Now slide your fingers inside yourself. Two fingers - deep into your pussy. Right up to the knuckles. In and out. And use the other hand to rub your clit. That's the way. Rub your little clit whilst you finger-fuck yourself. I want to see you make yourself come."

Jenny moaned. Despite herself despite her disgust and shame, she had to admit she was getting increasingly turned on. Her pussy was already moist, and the sensations from her treacherous clitoris were already stimulating her strongly. The ******* wasn't helping - champagne always went to her head quickly. However much she tried to ignore the sensations from her pussy, they were far too strong. It felt like electric shocks were running up her spine and straight into her nipples. She moaned, pushing her fingers deeper into her wet cunt, rubbing them back and forth over the G-spot on the front wall. Groaning, she rubbed her G-spot constantly, whilst her other hand continued to run gently at her swollen clitoris.

Karen laughed under her breath. By now, she herself was squeezing one of her own breasts with her right hand, stimulating the soft tissue with *****. She made herself stop, and took a sip of champagne. She reached down beside her chair, where she had secreted a bag full of some of her favourite toys. She pulled out the expensive little digital camera there, and began taking shots of her neighbour. Masturbating on the couch, Jenny was a stunning sight. Aroused in every possible way; eyes closed, her face and chest flushed; nipples hard, fingers plunging deep into her wet pussy, Jenny was quite oblivious to the neighbour photographing her, despite the flashes going off.

Across the room, Karen was able to focus right in on Jenny's crotch, wet fingers buried deep inside her. Jenny's swollen pussy lips were captured and stored on Karen's digital camera. Karen took several close-up and head shots before zooming out to capture the whole scene. Jenny was so close to a massive climax.

"Look at me, Jenny." said Karen softly but firmly. She waited until Jenny's eyes slowly opened before taking her next shot. Flash!

Jenny groaned. Karen was taking pictures! But the pleasure of playing with herself was too great, and she didn't move from the couch, continuing to stimulate herself.

"Stop it, Jenny" said Karen, knowing that she probably couldn't. "I haven't given you permission to come yet."

Jenny stared, but didn't do what she was told. She couldn't, and in a few seconds her massive climax overtook her, surging through her body, electrifying her skin like a massive power surge, and she screamed with pleasure. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh.....Ah! Ah! Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!"

She bucked on the couch, thrusting her pelvis back and forth onto her fingers, desperately seeking further stimulation, until finally she collapsed in a heap.

Smiling, Karen recorded the whole thing in stills, knowing that the video recorder had captured the whole thing for her to watch again. Close-ups of her breasts, lips and face filed her digital data disc. It was beautiful! She had wanted Jenny to do this so much, to let herself go totally. And Jenny had not disappointed her, giving her the opportunity to punish her. She stood, taking a silk scarf and a pair of nipple clamps over to her limp neighbour, her beautiful blonde body covered in sweat. Jenny was gasping for air, and had no energy to stop Karen binding her wrists in front of her with the silk scarf.

"You disobeyed me you naughty thing!" said Karen, unable to stop herself grinning. "I'm afraid I can't let you get away with that!" She took the tiny clamps, fixing them to Jenny's erect nipples.

Towering over her smaller, lighter neighbour, Karen was a hugely dominant figure. She was fully clothed, Jenny was naked, flushed and dripping with sweat.

"Jenny. Jenny!"

The overstimulated blonde finally focussed, looking through fuzzy eyes at her dominant neighbour.

Karen lifted her camera. "I want you to lick your fingers clean. Suck them deep into your mouth."

Jenny obeyed, lifting her bound hands to her lips. First she licked at the wet, mucousy goo that coated her palm, tasting the potent musk of her arousal. As the taste filled her mouth, she began to realise the powerful and perfect taste, and began to enjoy it. Her fingers disappeared into her mouth, and she sucked hungrily on her pussy juices. Karen captured the pictures on her camera, amazed at the look of enjoyment on Jenny's face.

"Oh you like that, you little slut." said Karen triumphantly. "Tell me."

Jenny mumbled, fingers not fully coming out of her mouth as she said. "Yes, Miss Mulder. I like it. I like my taste."

Karen smiled, pulling Jenny's hands up, away from her mouth and towards Karen's. She took one of Jenny's still wet fingers into her mouth, sucking off the juice hungrily.

"Mmmh." said Karen, pulling the fingers out of her mouth. "You do taste nice."

"You're going to taste another pussy soon, my pet." said Karen. "But first, we need to punish you for coming."

Karen pushed her across the couch until she could sit in the centre, and then pulled Jenny's gorgeous body across her lap, her belly over Karen's lap, and her pert bottom perfectly positioned under Karen's right hand. She lifted it, and began to spank Jenny's firm, muscular buttocks, sending quivers though them. With her other hand, she pressed down on Jenny's neck, holding her completely helpless as she firmly beat Jenny's ass.

As Karen smacked Jenny, she spoke to her in firm low tones.

"You must never come when I tell you not to, my little fucktoy."

Smack! Smack!

"You are only here to please me. To obey me."

Smack! Smack!

"You are my submissive little possession, my toy."

Smack! Smack!

"I am going to make you beg. To beg to be fucked by me, and to be allowed to come."

Jenny grunted, her buttocks starting to rise and fall, rising to meet each falling hand.

Smack! Smack!

"What are you?" demanded Karen.

"I'm... your toy." said Jenny softly.

Karen crowed inside. "What else?"

"Your pet. Your fucktoy. Your possession."

Somehow, Jenny found the words easy to say, her face hidden in the cushion of the couch. But with each word, Jenny's subjugation became deeper for both of them, and they knew it.

"You're my slave."

"Yes Miss Mulder. I'm your slave."

Karen's hand stopped, resting on Jenny's firm ass, now bright red.

"Oh yes, my pretty one. You're my slave. And now what should my slave do? Now I've finished punishing you?"

"Th...Thank you, Miss Mulder. Thank you for punishing me."

"You are welcome, slave. I will punish you again if you displease me."

"Yes, Miss Mulder."

Karen spread her legs as far as she could, with Jenny's weight still on her lap.

"I am wet, slave."

Karen pushed firmly at Jenny's side, and the nude woman unsteadily clambered off Karen's lap, onto the floor at her feet. She looked at Karen, who looked down at her own lap, and the legs slightly spread beneath her sensible skirt. Jenny could smell Karen's wetness, and it was clear what the dominant woman wanted. She reached out, trying to lift the skirt.

"What are you doing, slave?"

"I'm... don't you want me to...?"

"You have forgotten to ask my permission, slave."

"Please Miss Mulder." said Jenny with resignation and defeat. "Let me pleasure you."

"You may." said Karen, in a voice dripping with generosity. She lifted herself, allowing Jenny to pull down her skirt and fine soaked panties.

Jenny quickly revealed Karen's long firm legs, which the black woman lifted and spread in front of her. Karen's pussy was saved clean, and her pink pussy lips were swollen and wet. Jenny knelt up, leaning forward with her hands on Karen's firm thighs, lowering her face to the soaking hole in front of her.

Karen moaned as her naked white slave leant down to her wet pussy.

Jenny pushed her tongue out, finally tasting Karen's hot and spicy pussy lips. Both women moaned; enjoying the new sensations as Jenny's tongue stimulated Karen's hot pussy. Karen rolled in her seat, loving the stimulation her pussy was finally getting. Finally she had Jenny where she wanted, between her spread thighs. Holding back from her own stimulation, she reached out to pick up the camera, and to take a few photos of the blonde head bobbing up and down between her thighs.

Jenny was amazed at the sensations she was experiencing; her climax still tingling her toes; her nipples on fire with the clamps, and her mouth filled with the taste of a woman for the first time.

Dropping the camera, Karen lay back and enjoyed the feeling of Jenny's talented tongue working away between her thighs. Jenny licked from bottom to top with the whole breadth of her tongue, savouring the musky taste of her mistress's moisture. Karen moaned as Jenny's tongue licked up and down, then thrust deep inside her cunt. Jenny licked harder and deeper, faster and faster as Karen thrust upwards, her arousal rising.

In minutes, Karen came, her hands crushing her breasts as her orgasm rushed through her, juices running down into Jenny's open mouth.

Jenny licked on, tidying up Karen's wet pussy of her thick juices until finally sitting back as Karen gasped for air.

"Aaah... Very, very good. Very good my pet." Said Karen with true gratitude, looking at Jenny with affection as she knelt at her feet.

"Oh that was excellent, my pet." said Karen. "You have a fantastic tongue, and I'm going o enjoy putting it to work. How do you think I should reward you for such a fabulous orgasm?"

Jenny bit her lip.

"Shall I let you have an orgasm, pet?" Karen enquired.

Jenny looked up at her. "Yes please Miss Mulder. Please let me come."

Karen stood, standing beside Jenny, her smart suit incongruous above her naked legs, and the naked woman kneeling next to her. "Stand up, sweetie. Feet shoulder-width apart. You can take off the nipple clamps now. And bend over, keeping your legs straight."

Jenny did as she was told obediently, her nipples burning as they were released from the jaws of the clamps. Her pert buttocks flexed and stretching beautifully in the flickering light of the TV, still showing the tape of her youthful lust.

"Can you reach the floor? Goodness, you are flexible, my pet. And what a perfect bottom."

Karen ran a hand up between Jenny's legs, her fingers emerging shiny and wet. She held up her hand and sniffed, licking at Jenny's slick juices.

"Oh, you taste good." Karen murmured. She turned, pushing off her jacket and unbuttoning her blouse. As she unfastened her bra, she moved over to the video camera. She paused it, ejecting and changing the tape. She opened the viewing screen, turning it round so as to see it from the front. She bent down to her bag, removing a double-ended strap-on dildo.

Karen turned to look at her pet as she inserted the smaller end of the dildo into her wet pussy. Strapping the dildo about her waist, she stared at the perfect petite form in front of her, bent double with bound hands touching the floor. She walked up and took Jenny by the waist, gently turning her so she would be in profile on the camera.

"Kneel down, my pet."

Jenny knelt down putting her hands in front of her and spreading her knees apart. Behind her, Karen knelt too, placing the head of the dildo at Jenny's moist lower lips.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Karen.

Jenny hung her head and whispered. "Fuck me."

"I didn't hear you."

"FUCK ME! Please fuck me!" begged Jenny in desperation, pushing her butt back towards her mistress.

By way of answer, Karen slid the long shaft deep into Jenny's cunt, and both women groaned together. She pulled back, the pale pink shaft soaked in a single stroke. She began to move back and forth, her hips thrusting the dildo in and out of Jenny's wetness.

Jenny groaned, feeling her pussy stretched by the thick shaft. In and out, stretching her pussy lips each time, Karen fucked her harder and faster than her husband had fucked her in years. Jenny orgasmed quickly, but Karen continued to fuck her, the thick cock driving in and out, in and out. Her excitement rose, waves of pleasure flooding her brain. Jenny had forgotten everything but the feeling of being taken, her pussy fucked harder than she could remember. The high of her orgasm didn't fade, but crested, the waves getting higher and higher.

Behind her, Karen admired her sexy fucktoy, seeing her thrusting against the dildo. She could see Jenny's excitement rising, and she shuddered as another climax ran through her. This was obviously not enough for full release, and in seconds Jenny was pushing back again, searching a bigger and stronger orgasm.

Leaving the soft moans and groans behind, Jenny began to grunt primally, thrusting back and forth.

"Huh! Oh god! Fuck me! Gaaah! That's.....so....good!....Aaaaaaaah!"

Jenny's hips bucked and her back curved down as her head was thrown back in ecstasy. At first, her orgasm was silent, so powerful it silenced her completely. For twenty or thirty seconds, she stared ahead, mouth open, hips bucking as the most amazing sensations surged through her. Finally, a long groan hissed from her mouth as her head slowly fell.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......"

Jenny slid bonelessly to the ground, her arms buckling as she fell into the carpet.

Karen smiled as Jenny slowly slid off the thickness of the dildo into a heap, her ass protruding up into the air.

Karen stood unsteadily on her heels, coming down from her own orgasm. As Jenny panted for breath, she retrieved the video camera, bringing it round behind the crumpled blonde to focus on her ass, and her swollen gaping pussy lips. She held the camera at arms length to film herself leaning forward to lick hungrily at Jenny's soaking hole. She licked and licked, filling her mouth with the taste of Jenny's nectar.

After several minutes, Karen sat back, happy with her fill of Jenny's juices. Jenny's legs were completely splayed now, and her hairy pussy was glistening with saliva and pussy juice.

Karen too another long close-up before putting the camera down, and walking upstairs to the bathroom. She returned after a couple of minutes with a small collection of objects. The first, a large towel, she folded in half and lay out on the floor. She picked up the video camera again, and fixed it to the tripod she had fetched, positioning it record the towel area and turned it on.

"Roll over and lie on the towel, baby" she said.

Jenny didn't even think, but obeyed smoothly, rolling over to lie on her back with her butt just on the towel.

Towering over her, Karen was gently rubbing her breasts, swirling her fingertips over her covered nipples. She looked Jenny's toned and tanned body over.

"Put your ass in the middle of the towel and spread your legs wide," Karen continued her direction.

Jenny pushed back and placed her feet on the edge of the table and spread her legs. The physical pain between her legs was nearly gone but the emotional stabbing could still be felt as Karen stared at Jenny's pink slit.

"Looks like no damage done. You've got such a lovely cunt. It's a shame you hide it under all that hair. Open up baby, and let me see you opened-up wide," Karen asked as casually as though she was asking for sugar for her coffee.

Jenny sat up a bit more and used both hands to pull open her vagina to let Karen peer at all of her charms.

Karen stared at Jenny's open, gaping pussy. "Alright, lie back Jenny but keep your legs spread."

Karen produced a can of gel shaving cream and a razor.

Karen smiled at Jenny. "I think you'll look great completely shaved and, besides, I want you looking well-groomed for our adventures in the upcoming days and weeks ahead. Today will be a very special for my very special friend. Just you and me..." Karen left the sentence open and hanging, turning and twisting the imaginary dildo deeper in Jenny.

Jenny lay motionless, and resigned to her fate.

Karen squirted a small amount of the shaving gel on her left palm and used the fingers on her right hand to spread the gel around Jenny's mound and lips. Once the gel was spread across Jenny's crotch, it began to turn from green to white. Karen wiped her hands in the towel that she brought over from the counter.

Jenny felt the cool gel on her crotch. The spread legs and the gel caused her clit to come out of hiding. After the recent pounding, the tingling cool sensation was a welcome relief. Jenny breathed a little easier with the slight numbing effect on her vagina.

Karen knelt between Jenny's open legs and took the razor into her right hand. A devilish smile was on Karen's face. "Don't move honey... it would be a shame if that clitty got nicked while I was grooming you," Karen warned Jenny.

"Have you ever been completely shaved?" Karen asked Jenny as though they were in a salon for a monthly appointment.

"When I was younger on honeymoon," replied Jenny.

"Oh good. You can tell your husband you've done this to remind him of then."

Karen engrossed in her work focusing on the job at hand, staring at Jenny's pussy. Finally, Karen scraped the last of the shaving cream and blonde hair from Jenny's pussy wiping away the last wisps of cream. "Done," exclaimed Karen.

Karen grabbed the digital camera and got a couple of quick snaps in. "Smile...."

After a few more shots, Jenny was handed a bottle of soothing aftershave, and obediently spread it all over her shaven crotch. Her pussy, Karen thought, looked delightful, and with her slight frame, then shaven quim gave her a very girlish appearance. Karen handed her a vibrator and told to fuck herself.

Karen had her thrust in and out for a few minutes, before repositioning Jenny. She knew the smaller woman was into yoga, and had her adopt 'The Crab', lifting her whole body upwards on hands and feet. Bent over backwards in a bow shape, Jenny's cunt pressed upwards obscenely, and Karen licked her lips as she took hold of the vibrator. She pushed it deep into Jenny's hungry pussy and turned it on to the maximum setting.

Karen walked around the trembling woman, filming her amazing breasts, and her face contorted with lust. Jenny began to shake as her orgasm approached.

"Have you forgotten something, slave?"

"Uuuunh! Please... please can I come, Miss Mulder?" begged the horny blonde.

Karen grinned and bent down to kiss her pet's upturned lips, slipping her tongue into Jenny's mouth.

Karen tongued Jenny's mouth as she came, her body shuddering and slowly collapsing to the ground.

"Have you got something to say?" Karen enquired, withdrawing her tongue and caressing Jenny's cheek with her hand.

"Thank you Miss Mulder," said Jenny meekly.

Jenny held her mug of tea in both hands, staring into space. The events of the previous day churned through her mind. The ***********. The blackmail. Going down on her evil neighbour Karen, and bringing her to climax.

She couldn't quite understand how it had all happened. How she had allowed herself to be used in that way. How she could have done all those things. How she could have - even a little bit - enjoyed it? Had such an incredible orgasm? How could she have been aroused by being treated in that way?

Jenny had never really experimented with sex - she had married her high school sweetheart, and he had been the only man she had ever slept with. There had been a few boys beforehand she had played around with, and the ill-fated time she and her college girlfriends had gone a bit wild in the city. And hadn't that turned around and bitten her right on the ass!

Jenny had been completely stunned by the video, and what it had showed her doing. She hardly remembered that night. But yesterday she saw herself ********, and smoking *****, sucking cocks and making out with girls. There was no way she could allow the tape to get out. If her ******** saw it... or her husband! The video had been made in the last summer of college, and she had been going steady with Dane for over a year at the time. What would he do if he found out how she had acted back then?

Now she was troubled and confused. What would Karen do now? Would she make Jenny do now? Jenny couldn't believe Karen would stop at just one day...

As if on cue, the telephone rang. Jenny saw the number and didn't pick it up.

As the answer phone caught it, Jenny heard a familiar voice.

"Hi there Jenny. I know you're in - I saw you waving your *** off just ten minutes ago. Pick up the phone. Come on. Jenny. Listen, I'll call again - but don't make me do it too many times!"

Jenny's face sagged, but she didn't move towards the phone. She sipped at her tea sadly. Karen was clearly intending to make her do more things today! Jenny tried to put it out of her head, putting some laundry on and tidying up, but her heart wasn't in it. After about ten minutes, the phone rang again. This time, the petite blonde answered it.

"Hi Karen," she said dully.

"Hey - whoa!" came Karen's voice. "That's a sad voice."

"Well, what did you expect, Karen. You used me - blackmailed me." Said Jenny bitterly. "Oh come on, babe! It's all just a bit of fun," Karen laughed. "Lighten up - we're friends now!"

"No. We aren't." came the flat reply.

"Oh, don't say that," Karen mocked her. "We're the BESTEST friends! Listen, I'm going to take you out and cheer you up. Hit the shower, and I'll pick you up in fifteen to head down the mall! See ya!"

The line clicked and went dead, and Jenny dully replaced it. Karen was obviously going to punish her further for her youthful indiscretions. But what could she do about it? Still, she couldn't do anything too bad in public, surely?

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Fifteen minutes later, the bell rang, and Jenny went out to meet Karen. She was wearing slacks and a jumper under a smart suit top, contrasting with Karen who turned out to be in a miniskirt, heels and a tight black top.

"Hey!" said Karen with a smile, giving her a thorough hug, kissing her hello and grabbing Jenny's firm ass. "Looking good - kind of severe, but good!"

"Thank you," said Jenny with a thin smile.

Karen stepped into the house, walking through to the kitchen. "What are you wearing underneath?"

"I'm.... underwear, obviously." Said Jenny.

"Show me."

"Look Karen, you've had your fun! I did what you wanted yesterday - but enough is enough!" said Jenny sharply.

Karen frowned. Then her wicked smile returned. "Oh, I know why you're crabby!" she said brightly. "I haven't shown you your pictures!"

Karen reached into her bag, pulling out a handful of colour pictures and handing them to Jenny.

With shock, Jenny looked at them; each one showing her nude form, stretched on the floor, licking Karen's pussy or masturbating. The last picture showed Jenny bowing over backwards in the crab position, thick vibrator erupting from her pussy.

Karen smiled at her. "Now - you were going to show me your underwear?" she said firmly.

Jenny seemed to crumple slightly, handing back the pictures. She reached down to pull up her thin jumper, revealing her sensible white bra underneath.

"Oh, that will never do," said Karen frowning. "I mean, it's not like it's a sexy bra. I might have been okay with a sexy bra, but this is just awful!"

"I can...can go and change." Said Jenny a little desperately.

"No, I don't think so," Karen frowned. "I think you'll remember to wear better underwear in future if you go without today."

"Karen, I'm...I'm a ******! I can't walk around without a bra on!"

"Of course you can! Hey, I've seen them - those puppies are practically anti-gravity! You don't need a bra really, so you can go without today. Now give me your jacket." She ordered. "And if you're going to argue like a little girl, you can call me Mrs Mulder, not Karen."

"But... but..." Jenny petered out. There was no way she could refuse - Jenny had been taking pictures all day yesterday! How could she have been so stupid? Her husband might have been able to accept her misbehaving as a youngster, but seeing her lesbian ********** posted all over the internet? Or to her ********* school friends?

Jenny shrugged her jacket off, and handed it to Karen. Then, she reached behind herself to unclip the bra, before twisting and turning inside her jumper to remove it like a teenager getting changed on the beach. Karen watched her with an evil smile.

In a minute, Jenny stood upright again, her large breasts pressing out against her jumper, the nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric.

"Oh that's better baby" crooned Karen, reaching out to stroke one of the large breasts possessively.

Jenny flinched, but didn't move to take Karen's hand away.

"Now, let me see the panties" Karen pressed on.

Jenny grimaced, reaching to push her slacks down far enough to show her pink cotton panties.

"Oh, those won't do," said Karen mildly. She reached into the kitchen drawer, pulling out a pair of scissors and stepping forward. She reached down and took hold of Jenny's panties. Just two cuts and she was able to tug the material free, revealing Jenny's freshly denuded pussy. Smiling, Karen pulled the slacks back up high on Jenny's waist, giving her a tight cameltoe. She giggled.

"You're not wearing much make-up though," complained the brunette with a pout. She reached into her handbag, pulling out a thin tube of lipstick. She opened it, and moved to cover Jenny's lips with the sticky substance, painting them a bright pink.

Karen continued to decorate Jenny's face, applying eyeliner and mascara before smiling and stepping back.

"Now you look presentable." Karen told Jenny.

"Where are we going?" Jenny questioned.

"We're going shopping," Karen responded.

" Why? Can't you just leave me alone? You've had your fun.... Please!" begged Jenny.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no... I am your new best friend. We're going to be pals for as along as you and I live in this town. And, since you are my new bestest, bosom buddy, I want to make sure you're well dressed," replied Karen.

"Now lets' get shopping!" Karen announced, tossing Jenny's jacket away to hang over a chair, and gesturing to the door. Downcast, Jenny walked out wearing just the thin sweater, nipples pressing against the wool obviously as her breasts bounced up and down.

The two newfound friends and neighbours went out the door and around the corner to where Karen had parked her Mercedes convertible. Karen put some R&B on the CD player as they drove, placing a hand on Jenny's firm thigh possessively as they drove.

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At the mall, Karen led Jenny through a succession of shops. Soon, they had acquired a short black skirt, which Karen insisted she wear in place of her slacks. At the next shop, they looked at shoes. Insisting on one of the male assistant managers to help, Karen grinned as she directed them both like playthings. Once Jenny was sitting, her short skirt slid up, and the assistant kneeling at her feet to help with her shoes turned crim*** as he looked up to see her exposed pussy. Karen watched in amusement as he fumbled with buckles and straps, constantly staring at Jenny's exposed crotch. She bent down to whisper in Jenny's ear.

"Think he's enjoying the view? Move your legs apart a bit." She ordered.

Blushing, Jenny did as she was told, exposing her mature, shaven pussy to the young man's delighted eyes as he removed her shoes. Karen handed down another pair, these a set of golden high heels with long leather straps designed to be wound up the calf. As he fumbled them onto Jenny's dainty feet, Karen moved around behind him so she could see Jenny's exposure, but the man could not see her.

She pulled out a small digital camera, setting it to video so she could record Jenny as the straps were wound up her legs. Her pussy glistened slightly, and she was clearly excited by her exposure. In another minute, the job was done. From behind she looked most proper, but from in front, Jenny was a seductive vision. Her chest heaved, braless nipples thrusting out against the thin sweater. Athletic legs exposed by the short skirt, they were lifted by the four-inch heels so the store-worker could see right down the six-inch gap between her legs to her shaven quim.

"Oh, those look great," said Karen lightly, gesturing for Jenny to open her legs wider. "How much are they again?"

"Uh... one fifty" said the assistant nervously as Jenny's feet moved almost a foot apart.

"Oh," said Karen, gesturing wider with her hands. "I hoped we might get them for a little less than that." She touched hr lips, indicating for Jenny to smile.

Jenny's jaw clenched momentarily before she relaxed, smiling at the boy as she set her feet either side of him, completely exposing herself in the most blatant way.

"I... I don't think... oh god!"

He stuttered to a halt as Jenny, mirroring Karen's movements behind the assistant's back, ran her forefinger along her exposed cunt.

"I was thinking perhaps.... twenty-five dollars" said Karen calmly, crooking her fingers at Jenny. The assistant groaned as the soccer-mom obediently slid her fingers gently into herself, parting the soft shaven lips with her delicate fingers. He tried to speak, but only a moan came out.

"I'll tell you what," said Karen softly. "We can go pay the one-fifty now... or we can play here for a few more minutes and pay twenty-five. Your choice."

The assistant manager sat paralyzed as the beautiful blonde played with her pussy in front of him, making no move to get up.

Karen kept the camera on Jenny as she slid two fingers in and out of her pussy, the other hand coming down to stimulate her clitoris. In just a few minutes she trembled, holding herself quiet as an orgasm rushed through her body, letting out just the quietest moan.

Jenny leaned back, legs toppling inwards to break the spell. Karen smiled, stopping the video as she stepped round to tower dominantly over the aroused manager.

"Twenty, five, wasn't it?" she said firmly.

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Karen smiled broadly as she led her embarrassed neighbor through the mall. The two of them were closer in height now Jenny wore the four-inch heels she had ****** herself for earlier. The serious appearance Jenny had started the day with had now become a highly charged and sexy one. In her heels and short skirt, Jenny's startling figure became something extraordinary, her pert bum wiggling with every step, braless breasts bouncing visibly with nipples still prominent, though less swollen than they had been earlier.

The dominant brunette led her blonde plaything past several clothes shops straight for the best lingerie store in town. 'Dangerous Curves' was a miniature nirvana of lace, silk and leather. Karen was greeted at the door, well known to the helpful girls staffing the store - no men were allowed to work here!

The two of them wandered the shop, Karen periodically holding up something flimsy against Jenny's clothed body. Soon, they had a small pile of clothes to try, and Karen spoke to the owner who quietly took them to a large changing room. Very large for such a small shop, there was a wide padded bench for Karen to sit on, and a full-length mirror.

"Time for you to try some of these pretty things on, Jenny" said Karen with a smile. "Leave the shoes on..."

Wearing only two items of clothing - her skirt and the clingy jumper - it didn't take Jenny long to be naked. Still, she consoled herself with the thought that at least they were alone now. The smell of sex and sweat arose from her slightly sticky body.

Karen handed her a set of lacy French underwear, turning to give a sly wink to the mirror as Jenny bent down to slip on the panties. She knew well that her friend the owner would be tucked away behind the two-way mirror, looking forward to the show.

"Wait!" said Karen sharply, as Jenny had the French knickers up to her thighs. The blonde froze obediently, wondering what was wrong.

"My god, you're so messy!" said Karen in mock surprise. "You can't try on knickers like that!"

Jenny blushed crimson. She had not even thought of the mess she would make of the underwear!

"Come sit on the bench," said Karen firmly, reaching into her handbag. Assuming that Karen was getting a tissue, Jenny sat as she was told.

"Lie back," said Karen, pushing at Jenny's shoulder. With a sigh, the beautiful soccer-mom lay down on the floor, the plush carpet prickling against her skin.

"On your back," said Karen, standing up. As Jenny rolled back, Karen bent down, and grabbed her ankles, lifting them quickly into the air. Jenny gasped as she laid there, her legs held together, now pushed back and splayed until she was looking at Karen through the gap between them; her knees pressed either side of her chest. In this position, her intimate areas were displayed obscenely, her shaven pussy and anus more exposed than even in the shoe shop.

"Hold your legs up there with your hands," said Karen. In a moment, she released Jenny's ankles as the blonde took the strain of maintaining her own position, pulling her calves towards her head.

Karen took a minute to admire her neighbor's sexy body, displayed for her pleasure. Jenny was bent double, curled up on the floor, her ankles either side of her head. Jenny's pussy gleamed with slick juices, dribbling down to her tight anus. On either side, her firm buttocks were pale moons, looking good enough to eat. She stood, pulling out the camera again, taking several shots of her exposed body, before switching to video again.

"My, that's a wet pussy," said Karen admiringly. "You certainly can't put on new knickers like that! What do you think we should do about it?"

Jenny's mouth twitched in distaste, and disgust at her own weakness. "Clean it, Karen - I mean, Mrs. Mulder. We need to clean it."

"But how - I don't have a towel or anything...."

"You could use your... hands, Mrs. Mulder" Jenny said reluctantly.

Karen reached out her free hand, and let her fingers trail along Jenny's wet slit, smearing the pussy juice around. "Oh no, that's just getting my hands sticky! That won't do at all. Try again, sweetie." said Karen, licking her lips obviously.

Jenny sighed inwardly. "You could use your... your mouth Mrs. Mulder. You could clean me with your tongue."

"Is that what you want Jenny?" Two of Karen's fingers slid deeper into the shaven quim. "You want me to lick your pussy with my tongue?"

"Y...Yes please Mrs. Mulder. Please lick my pussy clean with your tongue. Please..." Jenny moaned as Karen stimulated her swollen pussy lips, her composure completely gone.

"Well I suppose I could do that," said Karen, curling her fingers to stimulate Jenny's G-spot. "But if I did, you'd have to agree to do some things for me, too."

"Yes! Oh yes, please!" came Jenny's response. She knew she was being used, but Karen's expert touch felt so good. So sexy!

"You'd need to clean my lips and tongue with your own afterwards," said Karen smoothly.

"Yes!"

"I'd want you to spend the afternoon with us at my pool."

"Yes! At the pool!"

"And do whatever I say..."

"Oh God," moaned Jenny. "I've got to, I've got to, I've got to. Why do I have to say it?" Her eyes opened and she almost cried as Karen withdrew her fingers almost completely, leaving just the tips embedded in Jenny's moistness.

"Do you promise to do whatever I say?" said Karen severely.

"Yes! I promise! Please...uuuuuuh!" Jenny cried as Karen's fingers sank back inside her.

Karen waited for Jenny's moans to soften before stopping the video capture, and bending down over her submissive neighbor. She brought her lips down to hover above Jenny's swollen and dripping pussy, inhaling the scent with delight. Hungry to taste Jenny's moistness, she pushed out her tongue and took a long greedily lick along the moist cunny before her. Jenny writhed in delight, and Karen withdrew her fingers, sliding them into her mouth to suck of the thick pussy juices coating them. The taste was exquisitely pungent, and she turned back to Jenny's quim and began to lick in earnest. She used none of her usual finesse, too eager for her own pleasure, wanting the taste more than anything. As she lapped at Jenny's pussy hungrily, she slid her two moist fingers down towards Jenny's anus, and with a firm thrust, buried them up to the second knuckle.

Jenny squealed and bucked at the invasion of her ass, but didn't release her legs, and soon Karen was thrusting the fingers in and out of Jenny's puckered hole, and the blonde moaned with pleasure. In another minute, she came again, her ass clenching around Karen's fingers as she did.

As Jenny came down, Karen went back to the long slow licks she had started with, quickly cleaning Jenny's pussy before sitting back.

"All clean now," she announced. Jenny didn't move, panting for breath.

"Now" said Karen, "I want you to remember this position. On your back, curled up and holding your legs back to show off your tits, cunt and ass. This is the 'Display' position, and whenever I tell you to, I want you to drop everything, strip if need be, and get into this position as quickly as possible. And to stay there until I say otherwise - is that understood?"

Jenny nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Mulder." she said breathlessly.

"Good, you can get up now." said Karen. As Jenny released her ankles and slowly rolled up to a sitting position, Karen watched her, finally saying "Have you forgotten something? Where are your manners?"

"Oh! Err... thank you, Mrs. Mulder." said Jenny hastily.

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for - for licking my pussy and making me come."

"And fingering your arse!" said Karen firmly.

"Yes - thank you for fingering my arse, Mrs. Mulder" said Jenny dejectedly.

"Now come, clean me up," ordered Karen firmly. Obediently, Jenny leant in towards her, putting out her tongue to lick at the shining juices covering Karen' lower face and lips, before sliding her tongue into Karen's mouth. Karen toyed with Jenny's tongue, enjoying the warm softness in her mouth. With one hand, she held the back of Jenny's head softly, keeping the French kiss going for several minutes.

Finally, Karen released her slave, and Jenny sank back, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, nipples like corks on her heaving breasts. Silently, Karen handed her the French knickers again, and Jenny stood to put them on.

Over the next few minute, Jenny put on a range of underwear, most of it meeting with little more than an approving nod. One item which stood out was a white corset finished with uplifting quarter-cup brassiere section, and suspender attachments. Putting this on one side, Karen took the rest out, looking disappointed, and Jenny was left standing naked in the changing room, still in her strap-up heels.

Waiting for Karen to return, Jenny was surprised when the curtain twitched aside to let in the young assistant, a pretty college student. Her jaw dropped to see the sexy soccer-mom standing there nude, clearly aroused, in a room that reeked of sex. For a moment, they stared at each other before the girl spoke.

"I...err...I've been asked to check your measurements. Miss Mulder thinks your bra size is wrong..."

"I...of course. Of course," said Jenny, putting her arms out to the sides to let the girl put the measuring tape around her chest. She stood still as the tape was drawn around her breasts, and then her chest, waist and hips. Then the girl knelt down. "She said I was to check your inside leg miss," she whispered.

"My inside leg? For lingerie?"

The girl nodded, and Jenny sighed as Karen came back. She nodded to the girl who measured up her leg, trying to ignore the reek of sex emanating from Jenny's still swollen sex.

Karen put her hand on the girl's shoulder, making her jump.

"Have you got everything?" she asked in a warm tone. The girl nodded nervously.

"Are you sure? There isn't something else you need? Jenny here is very accommodating..."

The girl went bright red and stood up quickly. "No miss. No, I'm not that way. I don't want to be either."

Karen shrugged. "Fair enough: she said simply.

"Um... her measurements are 34F, 24, and 36" said the girl.

"Oh. Well okay... can you switch these for the right cup size please?" said Karen, handing her a couple of packets.

The girl nodded, leaving almost at a run.

Karen handed Jenny a pink bra and thong, ignoring her protests about the girl. This was an underwired set with transparent pink bra and knickers, disappearing to a tiny thong at the back. The bra lifted Jenny's boobs splendidly.

"Yes, that looks nice" said Karen. "Keep it on, and 'Display' yourself for me."

Jenny hesitated a moment, then remembered what to do, lying on her back on the floor and lifting her legs up to her chest, grabbing her ankles. The thong was tiny between her flared buttocks and provided only the tiniest hint of decency, covering without actually hiding her pussy lips, and only the slightest strip running over her ass. As Jenny lay there, the assistant came back with more clothes, stopping dead at the sight of Jenny's filthy display. Her jaw dropped.

"Are you sure you're not tempted?" said Karen suggestively, ******* an arm around the girls shoulders. She moaned, eyes flickering between Karen's steady gaze, and Jenny's barely concealed pussy. For several seconds she hesitated - and then ran. A couple of seconds they heard the door open and close.

"Pity..." said Karen.

"Karen, for pity's sake. That girl could go to college with my ********..." said Jenny hopelessly; still gripping her ankles obediently as she tried to reason with her neighbor.

"Don't worry," Karen giggled. "She never looked at your face!"

In another minute, Karen let Jenny get up again, telling her to put the pink underwear with the corset. The next set, a wet-look leather bra and knickers, didn't really work.

"You suit soft colours," said Karen. "We won't bother with any more leather".

They moved onto swimwear, Karen having picked out three to try. The first was the most modest by far, but still very sexy. A bright yellow two-piece, with narrow strings joining it together, the thong was narrow, and cut very low on the hips - in fact, the strings disappeared into Jenny's bum cleavage before finally meeting the material! The flimsy bra was made flimsier still by the crescent cut-outs on the underside of each, showing off the underneath of her boobs.

"Oh, we're so getting that!" crowed Karen, reaching out to play with the exposed skin beneath Jenny's nipples. "Play with your nipples" she ordered, reaching for the camera again.

Once she had taken a few more photos, Karen pulled Jenny close for a long passionate kiss, her tongue snaking into her semi-reluctant partner's mouth. She stripped the smaller one as they kissed, and then broke off to try the next costume.

This one was a 'Wicked Weasel' creation. Three tiny pieces of white cloth and some thin white string made it up completely. Even with Karen's help, it took several minutes to get right. Eventually, Jenny stood, looking like a model from an incredibly hot shoot. The tiny oval pieces of fabric which barely covered her nipples were tied around the back of her neck, and then strings descended to the front and around the sides. The thin G-string had no waistband at all, and was supported purely by these strings; two descending in a V at the front, and another two curving around her hips to tie at the top of her buttocks. The whole sweep of her back was undisturbed; a beautiful spread of soft, tanned skin leading down to her peachy butt, bisected by the white cloth.

"Oh that's good," cried Karen, snapping away with the camera. "Hands behind your head -- and pout! Now sweetie, I think it's time to learn another position. Get on your hands and knees. Yes - and now lean down with your head on your arms. Oh yeah, that's good. And bring yourself backwards...keep your butt up...yeah! Okay, we're going to call this the 'Flaunt' position. Any time I say Flaunt... well, you know the rest. If you're wearing one of these bikinis though, you don't need to strip off. I kind of like you in them!"

"Now 'Display' for me. Ooohhhh, baby that's hot! And 'Flaunt' yourself! Oh now this is getting good!" Karen's face was set in a huge smile as Jenny rolled about the floor for her, showing off her sexy body in the tiniest of bikinis.

Or, almost the tiniest... there was one more to try. Another 'Wicked Weasel'. This one was a two-piece, designed to appear stringless, with only thin transparent threads holding it up. The material was tiger-print, but it hardly needed to be. The biggest piece, for the pussy, was just a strip of material five inches long, and an inch wide! The nipple-coverings were round, just an inch and a half across. They appeared pasted to her breasts, the threads invisible against her lightly tanned skin. The gusset was just long enough to cover her pussy, but did not even reach her asshole before becoming just knotted thread a couple of millimeters across. Jenny looked almost more naked than when she was naked!

"God, that's hot!" cried Karen admiringly. "Such a sexy body..."

The camera snapped away as she had Jenny pose for her, including once again flaunting herself in the 'Display' position. Eventually, Karen decided she had had enough of playing with her living doll -- at least for a while -- and went to settle the bill. She gave Jenny a pack of moisturized towelettes she had had all along, telling her to freshen up.

Jenny was just pulling her jumper on when Karen reappeared, holding what looked like a pair of worry balls -- Jenny had bought her husband a pair once. But of course, these weren't to be held in the hand...

"Put them... in me?" said Jenny with horror.

"If you don't, then I will" said Karen firmly. "You'll just have to remember to clench so as not to drop them. It's good exercise!"

Jenny took the love-balls with a disgusted expression, and pushed them up into her still-moist pussy. They felt cold and lumpy; very strange to be there. But when she started moving, she realized how they worked! Between the high heels, short skirt and worry-balls, she found herself limited to just small steps, lest she stumble or drop the balls. Karen walked ahead of her with a couple of full bags from the shop. As she walked, Karen talked on the phone, clearly arranging to meet several people, but Jenny couldn't get close enough to hear the details.

After a light lunch, eaten with a somewhat stilted conversation, Karen and Jenny headed back to Karen's place. As they drove, Karen rested her hand on Jenny's warm thigh again, now just inches from her naked pussy. The brunette woman explained that she intended to hang out by the pool that day, and having given her maid the day off, wanted Jenny to wait on her. After a shower, Jenny was to dress in the white micro-bikini and join her by the pool.

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Jenny washed herself thoroughly in Karen's power shower. Despite the warm water and expensive shower gel, she couldn't make herself feel completely clean though. Her feelings of desperation and dirtiness were too strong. The whole time she was showering, she kept wondering how to get out of this situation. Somehow she would have to get hold of the tape, as well as the pictures and videos Karen had been making incessantly the last couple of days. But when would she have the opportunity, she wondered, toweling herself off. It's not like she could just burgle the place! And if she did, what would Karen say? Would she tell Kyle everything? All the things she had made Jenny do? Jenny had never been any good at lying to her husband -- she could keep things from him, sure; but asked a direct question she was hopeless.

No, she thought, pulling on the tiny scraps of fabric that made up her white 'bikini', she needed some sort of opportunity, some time when Karen wasn't here to come up with a plan. Even as she thought this, she heard Karen calling her.

"I'll be just a moment -- it's just hard getting into this costume by myself!" she called down. This was certainly true; the front strings needing to be rethreaded through the tiny G-string segment each time, just to get the costume on and off.

Finally, she looked at herself in the mirror. Despite everything, she had to admit she looked good. "It's almost a shame Kyle will never see me in this" she murmured to herself.

Jenny left the bathroom and padded down the hallway. Turning the stairs, she heard laughter. She frowned, her steps slowing as she went cautiously down the stairs. There was definite laughter, and several women's voices coming from the den. Karen appeared, wearing a blue bikini and a sarong.

"Oh, that's good sweetie. That outfit looks so good on you." Karen pulled her in close and spoke quietly to her "Now I've got some friends round who are keen to meet you. We'll all hang out by the pool and have a good time -- but if you embarrass me, you'll regret it!"

Karen's voice went up as she took Jenny by the hand and led her into the den.

"Come on in, don't be shy," said Karen in a slightly sing-song voice as she pulled her nervous neighbor into the den. Waiting for them were three women; each of them women Jenny had seen visiting Karen before. Jenny tensed as she was led almost naked into the middle of the room of fully clothed women.

"Well Karen, she really is just as lovely in the flesh!" said the first women admiringly. She was a slightly heavier lady in her forties with thinning but well kept blonde hair, and a huge bosom beneath a stylish printed dress.

"Didn't I tell you? It's a shame Karen couldn't get the video to work on this thing!" said the second women, sitting behind Jenny. Turning, she recognized the manageress of "Dangerous Curves", a thin brunette with deep green eyes. Surprisingly sensibly dressed, with a string of pearls sitting on top of her blouse, and a soft grey skirt, she sat primly with her knees together. Jenny saw what she was gesturing to and blanched. On the huge LCD screen was a picture of her from behind in the tigerskin bikini, looking almost completely naked; the transparent threads just visible running into the crack of her ass!

"How about you Jenny?" asked the manageress. "Do you think you can get the videos to show from the camera?" she asked, gesturing to the tiny camera plugged directly into the LCD screen.

Jenny shook her head. "I'm afraid I'm not very good with electrical things," she said apologetically.

"Oh well, no matter" said the manageress. "We've got the real thing now, haven't we?" she said with an evil smile. She clicked a tiny remote control, bringing up the next photo, of Jenny in profile.

"Now, now ladies!" said Karen with a laugh. "Jenny's very new to this, so be gentle! She's agreed to look after us this afternoon, so why don't we get you some ****** whilst you peel off?"

"Oh, come on Karen!" laughed the first woman. "We've been waiting for Jenny to show her sexy body for ages now. Why not put her through her paces?"

Karen turned to Jenny, who looking distinctly uncomfortable. The brunette fixed her eyes with a level gaze and said coolly "Fair enough, Jenny's been enjoying showing herself off for me today, and she's here to entertain us -- she enjoys being told what to do, don't you Jenny?"

Jenny's insides squirmed. Doing what Karen had to say had been bad enough -- now she was expected to do the same for these strangers! Still, at least they didn't have cameras, and Karen wasn't using one either.

"Yes Mrs. Mulder," she said, dropping her eyes.

"I'll get us some ****** then," said Karen. "Jenny, I expect to behave yourself for these ladies just like you would for me... you can call them Mistress Mort, Mistress Gray and Miss Quick"

With that, she turned and left the room. Jenny was alone, near naked with three strangers, and was clearly expected to do whatever they said.

"Well now," said Mistress Gray, the manageress of 'Dangerous Curves'. "I think it's time for you to show off that sexy body of yours for us -- bend over girl, hands on your knees. No, facing away from me, I want to see your butt!"

Jenny shuffled round, turning crimson. With her bottom, almost completely exposed towards Mistress Gray, she was left facing Mistress Mort, the first lady who had spoke; whilst Mistress Quick was off to one side. Mistress Quick was the youngest, a redhead in her late twenties; extremely thin, with high, pert boobs.

"Now, put your legs apart and touch the floor, keeping your legs straight," continued Mistress Gray. "Goodness, you are a flexible little thing aren't you? And I do like your bottom -- it really is peachy! You must take great care of your body to have such soft smooth skin everywhere!"

Jenny took a moment to look away from the floor. Through her legs, she could see Mistress Gray leaning forwards. From her position, Jenny could see between the older woman's legs, glimpsing stocking tops beneath her skirt.

"Straighten up Jenny" came Mistress Mort's voice.

Jenny stood up, facing the older woman with a blush.

"Now, I want you to start jogging on the spot," said Mistress Mort. "Nice and quickly, now."

A little confused, but glad not to be bent over, Jenny started jogging from one foot to the other, her heavy breasts quickly bouncing up and down. Mistress Mort laughed and clapped her hands.

"Now isn't that a body that needs to be seen in motion?" called the bigger lady. "Jenny, start doing star jumps."

Feeling faintly ridiculous, Jenny did what she was told. As she jumped up and down, her breasts bounced wildly, and she felt the gusset of her costume rubbing hard against her pussy, pulled back and forth by the movement of her boobs tugging on the strings. She clenched, trying to keep the love-balls tucked up inside her. They were rolling about, stimulating her tremendously.

"You should see the view from this side," came Mistress Gray's voice. "Jenny, turn to face me."