les histoires de chrislebo

He reached down and lifted her legs one at a time and
slowly removed her shoes. As soon as he picked up her
leg her skirt slid up the last remaining fraction of an
inch and her naked vulva was exposed to everyone in the
store. They had all turned to watch when they saw the
skirt that she was wearing.

I saw the Goth girl run to the door and wave at someone
outside and a moment or two later two teenage boys came
in to see what she wanted. She smiled and nodded her
head towards where Sharon was sitting with her skirt up
over her pubic hair now.

The owner pulled a measuring device up onto the front
of the bench he was sitting on and placed one of
Sharon's feet on it. He took a long time getting a
measurement before he put her foot back on the floor
and picked up her other foot and repeated the process,
much to the delight of the two male clerks, the adult
male customer and the two teenage boys who were
watching closely. The woman and the Goth chick seemed
to get a big kick out of it too.

The owner had been holding Sharon's legs up and apart
for several minutes before he said, "Oh my! What am I
thinking! I can't get an accurate measurement this
way."

He placed his measuring device on the floor in front of
her and said, "You'll need to stand up my dear and put
your foot right here. That's it. Rest your weight on
it."

He was resting one hand high on the inside of her thigh
as he bent down to get the shoe size from his measuring
device. Once he had gotten the reading he looked at her
legs and said, "Very lovely my dear. Your husband is a
lucky man."

He gently pushed her back into her seat and her skirt
rode up again immediately. He moved his bench back and
picked up the measuring device. He stood up and his
erection was obvious to everyone. There were several
snickers from the people watching.

He said, "I'll be right back Sharon. Don't move." To
the other customers that must have sounded like a
normal thing to say to a customer. Sharon knew it was
an order not to cover her crotch.

She sat there staring at the floor while the cameraman
filmed the teenage boys coming closer for a better
look. When no one admonished them they grew bolder and
one of them moved right in front of her and squatted
down.

His face was bright red and his eyes were huge as he
stared at my wife's exposed pussy. I heard him whisper,
"Son of a bitch! You gotta see this Jerry!"

The boy's friend came closer and squatted down beside
him and they stared at Sharon's pussy. They were almost
close enough that they could reach out and touch it.

The owner came up behind them and said, "Truly a thing
of beauty isn't it boys?"

They were startled and started to rise up but he said,
"Oh no! That's quite alright. Sharon isn't in a hurry.
Take your time. Look all you want. It's a work of art
isn't it?"

The boys looked at the owner and at me and the
cameraman and finally at Sharon. She sat there blushing
deeply but not protesting and not making any effort to
cover her privates. They may be just a couple of dumb
kids but they were smart enough to know an invitation
when they heard one.

They stared for several long moments and the owner put
the half dozen shoe boxes that he was carrying down on
the chair beside Sharon. He pulled up two more of those
little benches and put one on either side of the one he
had been using.

When they were in place he said, "Why don't you boys
take a seat and I'll show you how to fit a beautiful
young woman with new shoes."

The boys scramred for a seat and the owner sat back
down on his seat between them. He picked up a shoe box
and set it on the floor at his feet. As he opened the
box he explained how important it was to make sure that
new shoes fit right and that the style was appropriate
for the customer.

He picked up a black, patent leather shoe with a six
inch heel and then reached down and lifted Sharon's
right leg. He lifted it much higher than necessary and
then moved it to the side, not in an obscene split
perhaps, but wide enough to cause her vaginal lips to
spread slightly and wide enough that those of us
gathered around to watch saw the moisture glistening
there.

I heard one of the boys whisper, "Fuck me!"

The owner said, "You know, she just might do that when
I'm done here. Look at all that pussy juice. Young
Sharon looks pretty excited to me. She looks like a
woman that needs a good fuck, don't you think?"

The boy looked at him incredulously and gasped, "Shit
yeah!"

Sharon only groaned in embarrassment.

The owner put the shoe on her foot and wound the straps
around her ankle. Then he put her foot down and
repeated the process with her other foot. When both
shoes were on the owner asked her, "Have you ever owned
a heel this high Sharon?"

Sharon shook her head and then said, "No, never! Those
one inch heels are the highest heels that I have ever
worn."

He smiled and said, "Well, then I had better help you
walk while you try them out. I wouldn't want you to
fall."

He stood and helped her up. He told her to put her arm
around his back and he reached his hand inside the slit
in her skirt and gripped her ass cheek firmly.

She gasped again, but she knew better than to object.

The boys chuckled and stared in awe as the man guided
Sharon up and down the floor. She was very unsteady and
if he had not been holding her, even in that obscene
manner, she would have fallen several times.

He stopped in front of the boys and said, "Boys, she
needs a little practice walking in these things before
she is ready to solo. Would you mind taking turns
walking her back and forth until she gets the hang of
it?"

Sharon was horrified. She was being offered to a
sixteen year old boy to grope freely. The two boys, the
Goth chick and the couple that were customers in the
store didn't know what was going on, but they knew that
something unusual was happening and they were all the
kind of people that got a kick out of whatever game was
being played out.

One of the boys was quicker on the draw and he
immediately sprang to his feet and took the owner's
place supporting my wife. His erection was obvious but
no one thought it inappropriate under the
circumstances.

He reached under Sharon's skirt and held her ass just
like the owner had and walked her back and forth on the
carpet several times. Then his companion took his place
and repeated the process.

By the time they had finished she was just starting to
get her sea legs as it were. She didn't look confident,
but she was ready to try it on her own. She convinced
the store owner that she thought that she could make it
and he instructed the boy to turn loose of her ass.

He did so, reluctantly, and she began to make her way
back and forth on her own. She would not be described
as graceful. But she was doing pretty well for her
first time. The funny thing was that we had been paying
so much attention to the hands groping her ass and the
way her breasts jiggled as she walked that we had
hardly noticed the shoes.

I had to admit, they were attractive, in a slutty kind
of way. And they certainly did wonders for her already
perfect ass! Her walk was unrecognizable, but very
sexy. Or at least it would be once she got her
confidence.

The owner said, "Perfect! You'll take them! Come, sit
down. Let's try another pair."

Sharon returned to the chair and the man and the two
boys returned to their benches.

When she sat down the heels held her legs up so much
higher that her skirt slid all the way up without any
help from the store owner. Her moist slit was obvious
immediately.

The owner smiled and said, "You boys might have a
future here. Let's see how well you can remove a ladies
shoe."

He lifted one of her legs and placed it in the hands of
the boy on his right and lifted her other leg and
handed it to the other boy and asked them to remove her
shoes. He told them to take their time so that they
didn't damage the leather.

Sharon's legs were now being held high and wide, her
knees were about two feet apart and she had no secrets
from anyone now.

While the boys were slowly and carefully unbuckling the
straps on the shoes and unwrapping them from around her
ankles the owner reached up and slid his finger through
her exposed slit.

Sharon gasped as his finger moved through her slit and
slowly slid over her clit. It looked like she had to
fight to keep from having an orgasm, despite the
obvious embarrassment she was suffering.

The owner smiled and held up his very wet finger and
said, "See that? This is a woman that enjoys buying
shoes!"

There was a short outburst of laughter, mostly from the
adults in the store. The two boys were two wrapped up
in staring at my wife's privates while they dragged out
the removal of her shoes for as long as humanly
possible.

As they worked the owner said, "Isn't that a pretty
pussy boys? Can you just imagine what it would feel
like to stick your dick into that?"

The boys just groaned. Their dicks were probably so
hard that they hurt by now.

On the other hand, I had the impression that Sharon
wasn't that upset by the idea any longer.

I think that what surprised me more than Sharon's
reaction was my own. I was beginning to find this
situation amusing, and more than a little arousing. I
was embarrassed to admit that I too had an erection.

The boys finally gave up. They had dragged it out as
long as they could. They couldn't prolong it any
further. They pulled the shoes off of Sharon's feet and
handed them to the owner. They did not, however,
release their grip on her legs.

The owner seemed to find their assistance invaluable.
He took his time putting the shoes back in the box and
then opened another box. He pulled out a pair of knee
high black leather boots and handed them to the boys.

The boots zipped up one side and they each unzipped the
boot that they had been given and struggled to pull
them onto Sharon's feet. They didn't go on easily and
it was fun watching them powering her legs up until her
knees were almost pressed against her breasts before
they finally slipped over her heels.

The owner chuckled and said, "Boys, the proper method
would have been to put them down and have her step into
them one at a time, but the way you did it was good
too."

The heels on the boots were slightly taller than the
heels on the shoes had been! Sharon struggled to stand
and fell back into her chair. The boys stood up and
helped her to her feet. The shop owner placed a hand on
the inside of her thigh. I could see that it was
pressed tightly against her crotch as he bent down and
checked the fit of the boots. He made a big show of
demonstrating to the boys the proper method of checking
to make sure that the boots fit properly. Then he took
his hand away and they took turns helping her walk
again.

While Sharon was being escorted up and down the length
of the carpet I heard a noise and looked around. For
the first time I became aware that two other couples
had entered the store. I had no idea how long they had
been watching but it was obvious that the men and one
of the women were enjoying the show. The other woman
looked like she found the obscene spectacle appalling
and I saw her trying to urge her husband to leave.

I also saw the expression on his face and it was
obvious that he was enjoying the show and that he was
not going anywhere. His wife reluctantly gave in. It
was obvious who wore the pants in that family! She
stood quietly for the rest of the time we were in the
store but she was very uncomfortable with the spectacle
that they were making of my wife and it showed.

The boys walked Sharon up and down the carpet once
more, each with his hands on her ass, and then she
began to walk on her own. She had not gotten any more
graceful in the time it took her to change shoes but
she seemed to be getting the hang of it and I was sure
that with a little practice she would be able to walk
in those things without hurting herself.

I also noticed that those tiny skirts were even shorter
in back when she was wearing those high heels. With
every step she took now I could see a little bit of the
bottom of her ass cheeks. I didn't know where they
expected her to wear these skirts but I was glad she
wouldn't have to wear them to work.

The process was repeated with the next three pairs of
shoes and boots. The rest of them all had six inch
heels. Only that second pair of boots she tried on had
taller heels.

When the fitting was done the owner insisted that she
wear the first pair of shoes that she tried on and let
the boys put them back on her. While they took their
time putting the shoes back on Sharon, Susan went to
the cash register and paid for them.

Once the boys were done putting the shoes back on her
feet and figuring out how to wrap the straps around her
ankles they helped her to her feet. It was obvious that
they were really sorry the fitting was over.

The owner came over and put his arm around each of the
boy's shoulders and said, "Boys, there is one last
thing I need to teach you about the shoe business. I
need you to come into the back room with me if you
don't mind."

The three of them didn't go alone. The owner grabbed
Sharon's arm and dragged her along. Susan grabbed my
arm and pulled me after them and the cameraman fallowed
behind, still filming everything.

I heard the woman who had wanted to leave say, "Oh my!
Please Eric. Let's get out of this place!"

We went into the stockroom and the owner invited the
two teenage boys to undress Sharon. They looked at him
for only a second. After what had already happened they
knew that this was not a huge joke. They were certain
that they were about to get lucky. They didn't have a
clue about what was going on, but they didn't give a
damn either.

I glanced up and saw the Goth chick come in and stand
just inside the door. She watched with a gleam in her
eye as her two male friends rapidly undressed my wife.
There wasn't much to remove, just that tiny skirt and
her chemise.

When she was naked they stared at her beautiful body
for a moment until the owner said, "Go ahead boys,
check her out. Feel those perfect tits. Stick your
fingers in that juicy cunt. When you're ready you can
fuck her, or get her to blow you, whatever you want.
Just don't take all day because I want to fuck her too
and I have two clerks out there that will quit if they
don't get a shot at her. I can't have that.

The boys were all over her for a couple of minutes.
They were nearly fighting each other to get at all the
good parts. One of them finally got smart and stood
back and let his friend pull and squeeze at Sharon's
body while he unbuckled his pants and let them fall. He
stepped out of them and then looked around for
someplace to fuck her.

The owner said, "Just a second boy."

He stepped behind a stack of boxes and pulled out a
rolled up mattress. It looked like a mattress from a
cot. He rolled it out in front of everyone and turned
to the boy and said, "How do you want her mister?"

The boy grinned and said, "Nothing fancy. Just put her
on her back so I can fuck her."

As he was guiding Sharon into position I noticed that
now that it was happening she didn't look so
enthusiastic.

The owner asked the boy, "Are you a virgin mister?"

He didn't answer, but he blushed and I think the answer
was obvious.

When the owner had Sharon stretched out on her back
with her legs spread the boy dropped and fell on her
body, almost knocking the breath out of her. His hips
began to work up and down as he struggled to find the
entrance to her body.

Sharon said, "Hold on! Slow down, please, let me help
you."

The boy stopped his frantic movements and Sharon
reached down and guided his cock into her steaming
vagina. As soon as he felt the heat of her body close
around him he started fucking her furiously. I would
like to think that I would have had a little more style
and grace when I was his age, but I guess most horny
teenage boys experiencing the warm, wet insides of a
beautiful young woman's vagina for the first time would
have attacked her with the same exuberance

He didn't last long. None of us were surprised though.
I was curious about Goth girl's reaction and when I
looked over at her she was smiling wide. I don't know
what her relationship to the boy is but she was
obviously happy for him.

The boy groaned loudly and shivered like he was
freezing to death. Then he lay still for a minute
before struggling to his knees. He stared down at
Sharon's naked body for a minute and then he spoke to
her for the first time. He said, "Thank you. That was
wonderful!"

I half expected the owner to criticize him for saying
something nice to her but he just smiled and turned to
the other boy and said, "How about you boy, how do you
want her?"

The second boy was staring at his friend and my wife
and he didn't seem to be able to make up his mind. He
stuttered something that we couldn't understand and
dropped is pants around his ankles.

Before the owner could get him to repeat what he had
said he was on top of her. He waited for her to place
his cock inside of her and then he started. He didn't
fuck her with those short, rapid little rabbit strokes
his friend had used. He took long, slow strokes at
first. I had the thought that with a little help from
the right girl he could turn into a decent lover. But
he was probably a virgin too and the excitement was too
much for him. He didn't last two minutes.

After he reached his orgasm he seemed very embarrassed.
He didn't look at anyone as he pulled is pants back up
and stepped back out of the way. The owner moved closer
and stood at Sharon's feet and stared down at her for a
couple of seconds. Then he turned to me and said, "I
need you to clean your wife up for me Mike. I don't
mind seconds or thirds, but I don't like a mess."

The camera focused on me as I knelt between Sharon's
legs. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I stared
down at the cum oozing out of her. I hated this, but it
was nothing new now. I leaned down and kissed her
sweaty, sticky mound and I heard gasps from the two
boys as I began to clean their cum from my wife with my
tongue.

It actually wasn't that bad. It was unpleasant of
course. It was humiliating. But their cum wasn't nearly
as strong as some I had tasted lately. I licked her
slit clean and I was just about to stick my tongue
inside when I was pulled away and roughly pushed to the
side.

The owner nudged Sharon with the toe of his shoe and
said, "Get up on your hands and knees cunt. I'm going
to fuck you like the bitch you are."

Sharon was beyond being shocked by his language or his
aspersions after last night. She stoically sat up and
then turned onto her hands and knees and waited for the
dirty old man to take her from behind.

As soon as she was in position he rammed his cock into
her violently. She grunted at the power of his attack
but she didn't offer a protest as he grabbed her hips
and began to jackhammer his cock into her in such a
vulgar manner that it looked more like he was trying to
harm her than have sex with her. I mean it. It really
looked like he was trying to hurt her.

I had gotten to my feet and stepped back and I saw the
expressions on the faces of the three teenagers as they
watched the owner **** my wife. They seemed just as
upset by it as I was. The boys moved over to where the
girl was standing and they began edging towards the
door. Long before the owner reached orgasm they were
out of the room and probably out of the store.

The owner, being a member of the club, was far more
jaded than the two young boys had been and he lasted a
very long time. He didn't even seem like he was getting
close until he reached under Sharon and grabbed her
breasts which were bouncing violently under her and
began to squeeze them and pull them with so much power
that she finally cried out in pain.

That must have been what he was going for. He continued
to maul her breasts roughly, harder and harder until
Sharon was crying loudly and begging him to stop. I
suddenly realized that he must need that! He needed to
be hurting her. He needed to hear her suffering before
he could reach orgasm!

With one last vicious squeeze he came in her as she
screamed in pain. Then he collapsed on top of her and
after he caught his breath he turned to me and with an
evil leer he said, "She is one hell of a fuck Mike! I'm
really looking forward to fucking her again at the
club."

He pushed himself off of her and called me closer. I
moved over to him and he reached up and pulled me down
to my knees with a handful of my shirt. He smiled right
in my face and said, "Now pussy, get down there and
clean us both up."

My mind was kind of numb by this time. I was just glad
that he had stopped hurting Sharon. I slowly leaned
over and took his cock into my mouth and sucked it
clean easily. It was still pretty hard, but it wasn't
very long. I couldn't help wondering if he was
compensating for the size of his cock by being so
vulgar to women. I realized that it hadn't been his
cock that had hurt Sharon so much but the way his pubic
mound had slammed into her, and of course the way he
was squeezing and twisting her breasts.

He was a warped and disgusting little man. But then, it
seemed like all of the men in that club were warped and
twisted. Unfortunately they were not all little.

After I sucked his cock clean he moved so that I could
clean Sharon again. He put his head down close and
watched gleefully as I licked her red, swollen pussy
clean. When I had finished he stood up and put his
pants back on.

He said, "I'll send my two clerks in now. Once you
finish fucking them you can leave."

He sent the two clerks in one at a time. One of them
fucked her in the missionary position and the second
one wanted a blowjob.

When she was finished satisfying the clerks Sharon was
directed to a small, employee's bathroom to clean up.
When she came back out she was allowed to dress. We all
watched her put her two little items of clothing on and
then we were allowed to leave. I noticed as we went
back out through the store that the owner had already
left. He must have come in just to torment us.

We went outside and this time the cameraman let Sharon
ride with us. I got in the back seat and Susan reached
into her purse and handed Sharon and I a mint, for
which I was very grateful.

As we followed the SUV down the road Susan said, "I
know it's hard to believe, but you get used to it.
Well, maybe not used to it. You get to where you can
take their cuckolds brownie without letting it get to you. It was
really hard for my husband, especially in the
beginning. He was a real hard corps homophobe. A couple
of times I thought that he was going to either *******
himself of just disappear. It seemed to be harder for
him than for most of the husbands. It took him a month
to take it as well as you did in there Mike."

I chuckled dryly and said, "I'm not sure how to take
that!"

She chuckled too and said, "It was meant as a
compliment. It won't be easy. But I think you two are
going to make it. Remember, the less you fight, and the
better you are at hiding how much you hate what they
are doing, the sooner they are going to tire of you. I
don't mean that you should act like you are getting
into it. They might take that as a challenge. But if
you keep reacting the way that you have so far today
then before long they'll be looking for a new set of
victims."

Sharon was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I'm
not sure how I feel about that. Someone should do
something. There shouldn't be any more victims."

Susan turned white and said, "Hush! Don't every say
that out loud! You can think it. We all think it. But
don't you ever say that out loud again! Not unless
you're ready to take up fucking horses or you want to
spend a week of your life in a urinal."

We were quiet for a little while and then Susan said,
"We are almost there. This will be the last stop, but
it will be the worst. Make up your mind right now that
some evil cuckolds brownie is going to happen in that place. It
probably won't be much worse than last night. Your
first night in the club is always a mind breaker. I
can't tell you what will happen. It's different for
everyone. Just grit your teeth and pray or whatever you
have to do. Remember, the dirty old man in there that
runs the place is just the manager. We are pretty sure
that Jeff owns the place."

I had heard men make dirty jokes and snide remarks
about these adult book stores. But I had never been in
one and I never thought that I would. Of course, I had
done a lot of things in the last week that I never
thought I would. I didn't see how it could be worse
than the club though. So as we parked and walked
towards the entrance I wasn't as concerned as I
probably should have been.

I walked in behind Susan and Sharon. Sharon was still a
little unsteady in those high heels but damn her ass
looked great! Every guy in the store was staring at the
two women when we entered. But when the cameraman came
in after me the men all skittered out of the way,
careful to avoid being filmed.

I looked around in disbelief at the things on display.
I had no idea! I didn't know a lot of this stuff even
existed! I saw Susan nod stiffly at the smiling, evil
looking old man behind the counter. He looked at Susan
for a second and then turned to Sharon and said, "So
you're the new girl. Come over here bitch."

Sharon moved around Susan and walked nervously over to
the counter past all of those magazines with pictures
of naked young women splashed across the covers, women
in all sorts of obscene poses. I didn't know if all of
these places were like this one. But in this shop it
seemed like a preponderance of the material dealt with
bondage and S&M and powerd sex in one form or another.

There was one large section to my right that seemed to
be all about women being used by naturals. This was
mostly the nastiest kind of porn. Not the sort of thing
I imagined that curious couples might enjoy. Not books
and magazines that a couple might use to enhance a
loving sex life. All of this material seemed to be
aimed at men who liked to mistreat women, or at least
liked to fantasize about it.

At the other end of the store was a selection of sex
toys and slutty clothing. In between there was row
after row of books and magazines and movies and perhaps
a dozen men skulking around, furtively avoiding the
camera.

The man behind the counter watched Sharon approach him.
It was obvious that she was nervous. When she came to a
stop in front of him he said, "That's a cute outfit.
You wouldn't want to mess it up. You better check it."

Sharon looked confused. Check it for what?

He smirked at her and said, "You dumb cunt, take off
your fucking clothes and give them to me!"

She quickly slipped her chemise off and put it on the
counter and then unbuttoned the skirt and dropped it on
top of her chemise. She looked up at him and asked,
"The shoes too?"

He shook his head and came out from around the counter.
He walked around her, feeling her up roughly as he
went. So you're Sharon Kramer. You don't look twenty-
three. To look at you I wouldn't guess you were any
older than eighteen or nineteen. That's probably
because of that patch of little girl's pubic hair."

His large, calloused hand reached out and cupped her
vulva. She didn't flinch as he rubbed his gnarled hand
over her mound. I could see her trying very hard to
smile but there was something scary about this guy and
we all felt it. He looked a lot like Danny, the
bartender at the club. Like his twisted older brother
perhaps. There was definitely something sinister about
him.

I could see his fingers moving between her legs as he
spoke. He had a nasty look on his face as he said, "I
would have loved to have been there last week when they
were busting your ass in. I bet you were hot,
struggling to breathe as they powerd their big cocks
down your throat and crying out in pain when they
shoved them up your tight young ass."

I watched him as he stood there in the middle of his
store tormenting Sharon and it made me shiver. There
was something about this guy as he talked to her in
that quiet but very menacing voice that made my hair
stand on end. He wasn't just trying to scare her. This
guy wanted to hurt her. He liked to hurt people. That
was what turned him on. I could feel it in the air
around him.

As if to prove my point he bent down and took Sharon's
nipple between his teeth and bit down, hard.

Her body contorted in pain and she cried out, but she
didn't pull away. Her eyes closed and her face
contorted in pain as he bit into her flesh. He held her
nipple in his teeth for a long time, then he let go and
straightened up and leered at me.

He chuckled and said, "I've got two fingers in your
wife's cunt you fucking wuss. She really clamped down
on them when I bit her tit. I think she likes that
cuckolds brownie."

I just stared at him. There was nothing that I could
say that wouldn't make matters worse.

I noticed that Susan had moved away, standing now with
her back to a wall and trying to be invisible. She was
looking down at the floor and trying to be somewhere
else in her mind. She must have some pretty bad
memories of this place.

The old man grabbed a handful of Sharon's long, blonde
hair and guided her to the back of the store. I didn't
know what to do so I followed along helplessly.

As he pulled her into the section with the slutty
clothing and kinky sex toys he said, "Let's see if we
can find some toys you like."

He looked around at the hundreds of items on display,
many of which I had no idea what they were or how they
might be used. A lot of the things that I did recognize
were pretty scary. There was a large selection of
various kinds of whips. They ranged from a long, nasty
looking bull whip to a selection of riding crops in
various styles and there were even several cat-o- nine-
tails. Next to those items was a large selection of
various types of restraints. There were handcuffs and
leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a lot more things
that I couldn't even guess how they might be used.

The manager looked over the selection and picked out a
large, heavy leather collar and placed it around
Sharon's neck. It was so large that when it was in
place she could hardly move her head at all.

He selected a pair of large leather cuffs and placed
them on her wrists. There were D-rings on the cuffs and
he attached a strange looking chain to the clips,
securing her arms behind her back. There was a chain
hanging down and he picked it up and with some
difficulty fastened it to a D-ring on the back of the
collar. Her arms were now lifted at an unnatural angle
and pulling at her collar. Sharon was obviously in pain
and he seemed to think that was amusing.

I got scared when I saw him looking over his selection
of whips. He picked up a stiff, black leather riding
crop and swung it violently through the air a few
times, enjoying the threatening sound it made as is cut
through the air and the anticipation of striking her
tender flesh. Then he pulled back and brought it down
hard, smacking her nipple with the soft leather tab on
the end.

Sharon screamed in pain and twisted her body as if to
turn away from him. He grabbed a handful of her hair
and got right in her face and screamed, "DON'T YOU EVER
TURN AWAY FROM ME YOU STUPID CUNT!"

Sharon turned to face him again and stood there
terrified with tears running down her cheeks and
falling onto her breasts.

He brought the tip of the riding crop up to her lips
and she cringed but didn't move.

He said, "Kiss it."

She sobbed quietly. Then she pursed her lips and kissed
the tip of the crop.

He grinned at her and said, "Yes, I think you could be
trained without too much trouble."

Then he stepped back and smacked her other nipple with
the riding crop.

She screamed again and nearly fell to her knees. But
she didn't turn away. She didn't dare.

He took note of the fact that she had followed his
instructions. He moved the crop around her breasts and
then suddenly brought it back and slammed it down,
smacking the tops of both breasts simultaneously.

She screamed again and I was just about to make a big
mistake when I felt Susan grab my arm. She looked at me
urgently and with the look in her eyes she warned me
again. I had to stay out of this.

I felt like vomiting. I suddenly realized that I had
tears running down my cheeks too. I didn't know how I
was going to do it, but I knew that I was going to make
this man pay for this somehow, someday. He would pay
for this and for all of the other women he had hurt.

He glanced at me then. He saw how much pain he was
causing me as he ***d my wife and he loved it.

He drew his arm back and brought the crop back down
again. When it came down on her tender flesh this time
she did fall to her knees, screaming in pain. I saw the
dark red line across the front of her breasts. He had
struck her across both nipples and she was crying
loudly now and between ragged, gasping breaths she
begged him not to hit her again.

He grinned down at her and said, "Get up cunt. No one
said you could rest."

He grabbed a large handful of her hair and pulled her
to her feet, causing her to scream again.

I had to turn away. I looked at the customers who were
gathered around watching. A couple of them seemed
uncomfortable, but they weren't leaving. They weren't
speaking out. The majority of them though, were staring
lustfully at the manager as he ***d my wife's naked
body. Their eyes were wide and glassy with lust and
many of them were rubbing their crotches as they
enjoyed the show. They didn't seem to mind the camera
at all now.

I couldn't stand to look at them. They made me sick. I
couldn't watch what that man was doing to my wife
either. So I hung my head and closed my eyes and prayed
for it to end.

My prayers were not answered. I felt a sudden, burning
pain across my cheek and my eyes snapped open. The
bastard was standing in front of me now and he said,
"Don't you take your eyes off of your wife again you
fucking pussy! You keep them open and you watch and
learn how to treat a fucking cunt."

When he was satisfied that he had my full attention he
stepped back over to Sharon and before she had a chance
to steel herself for the next blow he had snapped the
riding crop down across her soft belly.

She cried out and shook her head violently and pleaded
with him to stop.

He leaned forward and kissed her. Then he licked her
cheeks, getting turned on by the taste of her salty
tears. He smiled at her and said, "Just one more
sweetheart. Just one more little love tap. Then I'm
going to fuck your pretty little face."

He touched the tip of the riding crop to her chin and
lightly moved it down her body. He circled her breasts
with it and then drew a line down her torso with the
tip of it. He slid it between her legs and then tapped
her thighs lightly.

He smiled lustfully at her and in a husky voice he
said, "Spread your legs out sweetheart. Let me see that
pretty, young pussy that used to belong to your faggot
husband."

Sharon groaned and whispered, "Oh no, please. Please
not there."

But she obeyed. She spread her legs open and when he
tapped her thighs with the crop she spread them a
little more.

The vile old man stepped back when he was satisfied and
drew his arm back and brought the tip of the crop down,
around, and up, striking her vulva with all of his
might.

She screamed again, louder than before and dropped to
her knees again. She sobbed and fell onto her side and
curled up into a little ball and cried hysterically.
Her sobs were interspersed with pleas for him to stop
hurting her.

I watched him stare down at her as she lay curled in a
helpless ball of fragile feminine flesh at his feet. He
looked like he was about to have an orgasm just from
torturing her.

He let her cry like that for a couple of minutes,
looking up from time to time to enjoy my reaction and
then at his customers to see that they, most of them
anyway, shared his pleasure.

He reached down after what seemed like a very long time
and pulled Sharon to her knees. She seemed oblivious.
She just kept crying and pleading with him to stop
hitting her.

He finally lost patience. He was ready to move on. He
reached out and slapped her face to get her attention.
When she looked up at him through tear filled eyes he
said, "Get my cock out bitch. I want to fuck your face
now."

She didn't know what to do. It was obvious. Her hands
were bound uncomfortably behind her and she just looked
up at him pleadingly and said, "How?"

He just smiled and said, "You had best figure something
out pretty soon cunt. Because if you don't my cock will
go soft and I'll have to beat you some more to get hard
again."

She whispered, "Oh god no."

She shuffled closer to him on her knees and struggled
with her teeth to pull his zipper down. She managed,
finally, to get the tab pulled down but she couldn't
get his cock out. She was frantic, but she didn't know
what to do. She couldn't manage his belt with its big
brass buckle.

She slumped down after a minute of struggling and said,
"I can't! I can't do it. Oh god I can't do it."

He got a disgusted look on his face and said, "Fucking
worthless cunt. Maybe you can't be trained after all."

Then he looked over at me and said, "Okay wuss. You
better come over here and pull my cock out and feed it
to your worthless cunt before I have to play with my
toys some more."

I hurried over and unfastened his big, heavy belt
buckle and unbuttoned his pants. I slid his pants and
his shorts down together. When his pants came open and
as his shorts slid down I smelled the ripe odor of a
body that had not bathed recently. It was truly
disgusting.

His cock, when I finally uncovered it, was long and
fat. His cock was similar in size to the cocks wielded
by the four men who were responsible for all of our
troubles.

I started to step back now that his cock was free but
he snapped at me, "I told you to feed my cock to your
fucking wife! What the fuck is wrong with you faggot?!
You don't look like a fuckin' wetback! Don't you
fuckin' speak English for Christ's sake?"

I took his hard, drooling cock in my hand and tipped it
down, placing the head of it at my wife's lips. She was
still crying piteously, but she took a deep breath and
opened her mouth. She closed her lips around the head
of his cock and began to slide them down his hard,
smelly shaft. She gagged slightly when his cock reached
the back of her throat, but she didn't stop. She kept
pressing forward and I watched as his cock sank into
her throat and her lips traveled down to nestle in the
nasty patch of pubic hair that surrounded the thick
base of his cock.

He reached out and held her head in place and sighed
with pleasure as he nearly fetishd my wife to death with
his fat cock. Then he slowly withdrew his cock and just
before it slipped out of her mouth he suddenly drove it
all the way back down her throat violently, slamming
his belly into her face.

Sharon grunted in pain but made no move to get away
from him as he held her like that for another long
moment before slowly pulling out again.

He fucked her like that for several minutes before he
called out to one of the perverts who were standing
nearby watching eagerly. "Hey! You in the t-shirt! You
want to fuck this bitch when I'm done with her?"

He grinned like a moron and said, "Fuck yeah!"

The manager said, "No problem. I need you to give me
hand over here first though. You want to help me out a
little?"

He came forward, walking uncomfortably because of the
large bulge in his pants. He grinned down at Sharon and
asked, "What do you need me to do?"

The manager handed him the riding crop and said, "I
think she needs a little motivation, and I love the
sound of that thing hitting naked female flesh. So if
you beat her ass while I fuck her face you can have the
next shot at her. Make it hurt, but don't tear her ass
up, if you know what I mean."

The guy nodded vigorously and took the riding crop from
the manager. He leaned down and smacked Sharon's butt
with it a few times, hitting her a little harder each
time. With each crack of the crop against her soft ass
cheeks Sharon grunted in pain.

Each time he struck her the manager said, "A little
harder," until he was raising a bright red welt with
each stroke.

When he was finally satisfied he grinned down at Sharon
and began to fuck her face violently. His long, rapid
strokes must have been more painful than the riding
crop that was being used to beat her ass in time to the
cock stroking in and out of her mouth.

The old man fucking her face cried out, "Oh cuckolds brownie! Fuck
that feels great! Oh yeah, I'm cumming bitch! Here it
comes you stupid cunt. I'm going to fill your fucking
belly with cum!"

The man that was beating her continued to whip her ass
until the manager opened his eyes again and told him to
stop. He handed the crop back to the old man and
stepped away again.

The manager continued to hold Sharon's face against his
belly and his cock was still buried in her mouth and
throat. It was amazing to me that she could breathe
around it.

He watched her, crying at his feet for a moment and
then he looked over at me and smiled. The strangest
look came over his face and I saw Sharon try to pull
away.

He continued to hold her and he stared at me while
admonishing her, "Don't you fucking move bitch!"

I didn't understand what was going on at first. I saw
Sharon heaving and I heard someone standing nearby
whisper to the man next to him, "Look at that! He's
pissing right down the bitch's throat!"

Oh Christ! Why would a permister do that! But then I
realized, he wasn't a permister, he was a monster. I saw
his amusement when he saw that I at last understood
what he was doing.

The demented bastard finally finished with Sharon and
stepped back. She continued to kneel in front of him,
sobbing quietly, her head handing down as much as the
constricting collar would permit, and occasionally
fighting to keep her heaving stomach from expelling its
contents. I think we both knew that if she lost that
battle she would regret it.

The manager looked over at the man that had just
finished helping him **** Sharon and said, "Why don't
you take her into the back and put her to work. I'll
come and get her when I think she's had enough."

The customer's face lit up and he stepped forward again
and pulled her to her feet roughly. As he led Sharon
away the manager turned to me with his cock hanging
down in front of him and said, "What are you waiting
for pussy boy? You want some of this too? Get back
there and enjoy the show."

I turned to follow them and I saw Sharon turn back and
call out to the manager, "Please, can I go to the
bathroom first?"

The mister of a bitch just grinned and said, "You can go
to the bathroom when they are done with you cunt."

I followed them into the back and down a dark hallway.
All of the other customers were following behind me and
the camera was bringing up the rear.

There were dozens of narrow doorways off of the hall
and most of them were open. I could hear the sound of
various pornographic movies coming from some of the
small rooms we passed and I saw small televisions set
into the far wall of each little booth.

Almost all of the customers had been out front watching
the manager **** my wife. There were a few men who had
been unaware of what was happening out front I guess.
They were hanging around the open doors of the small
rooms as we entered. They looked up and saw a young,
beautiful woman, totally naked and in restraints being
led down the hallway and they were instantly
interested.

The man that had beaten her ass brought her to a stop
in front of a couple of the men and allowed them to
grope her. One of them was about to kiss her when
someone said, "I wouldn't do that if I was you. The old
guy out front just fucked her face and pissed down her
throat."

The man that had been about to kiss her looked in her
face and said, "No cuckolds brownie?!"

A voice from the crowd said, "No cuckolds brownie man. You can
stick your dick in her mouth if you want, but I
wouldn't kiss the bitch."

He said, "She doesn't look like she's having fun."

The guy into whose care she had been given laughed and
said, "That's what makes it so much fun. The bitch
hates it." He nodded in my direction and said, "So does
her wussy husband. Sucks being him."

Everyone looked at me for a moment and I saw
expressions that ranged from amusement to disdain. I
couldn't help thinking, "What are you looking at you
fucking perverts?! You are the ones hanging out in this
fucking porn shop and about to **** my wife and you are
looking down at me! Fuck you!"

But I wisely kept my mouth shut.

The man led Sharon down to the last little room at the
end of the hallway. It was right across from the
bathroom and I saw her glance at the bathroom
longingly. She was pushed into the little room and I
was pushed in past them and powerd to stand in the
corner and watch. The bleachy smell of cum in the room
was almost overwhelming.

I stood with my back against the wall as the man spent
a few moments exploring Sharon's used body. She
flinched as his hands moved roughly over her recently
beaten breasts and her ass. Even in this darkened room
I could see how red and sore her ass was.

There wasn't much in the way of furniture in the little
room. There was a straight chair in the middle of the
room, placed so that men could sit in front of the
small television which at the moment was the only
source of light in the room.

Other than that there was only a small wooden bench
against the back wall.

He pushed the chair into the opposite corner and pulled
the bench out into the middle of the floor. He ordered
Sharon to kneel on it and she carefully crawled up on
her knees. He pushed her forward and she almost fell
off. She would have if he hadn't caught her. He lowered
her so that her ass was in the air and her forehead
resting on the far edge of the bench.

He moved his hand over her ass and powerd it between
her legs for a moment. I noticed that the cameraman was
still filming even in this dark room. I suppose he had
been in here often enough with all of the young women
that were brought here to be humiliated and used that
he knew how to photograph in this low light situation.
Still, I couldn't help hoping that nothing would come
out.

I was powerd to watch as the man worrying my wife
opened his pants and revealed a normal sized penis for
a change. I was starting to develop a complex from all
of the big cocks I had been seeing lately.

He moved behind Sharon and tried to power his cock into
her pussy from the rear. He couldn't get it in though.
The bench was too narrow and her knees were too close
together. He grabbed one of her legs and placed it on
the floor and now she was kneeling on one knee with one
leg on the floor. This gave her a little more balance.
She needed all the help she could get because her hands
were still cuffed behind her back and pulling
uncomfortably at her collar.

On his next attempt he was able to power his cock into
my wife's pussy and he began to fuck her roughly. After
a few minutes he said, "There is one thing my frigid
wife won't let me do that I have always wanted to try
bitch."

He pulled his slimy cock out of her and began to power
it into her tender ass. She cried out in pain as his
cock entered her and she cried out again when his belly
began slapping into her bright red ass.

I glanced up at the men crowding around the door,
lusting after my wife. They knew they were going to get
the chance to fuck her or power their cocks down her
throat and their excitement was palpable.

I was distracted when the man fucking Sharon sped up
and groaned and then stiffened and I was powerd to
watch yet another strange man shoot his cum into her.
After a moment his muscles relaxed and he pulled free.
He moved around to the other end of the bench and
lifted her head, using her hair as a handle. He powerd
his nasty cock into her mouth and as she sucked him
clean there was a commotion at the door as two men
struggled to get in and take their turns.

He held her face against his stomach and said quietly,
"You are lucky that so many men are waiting to fuck you
bitch. I would have loved to fill your ass with a load
of hot piss after I came in you."

I shook my head and turned and went to my desk. I tried
to do a little work but I was exhausted and I was
having a hard time keeping my mind on work.

I saw James and Kraft and Sharon go by my cube about an
hour later. They went into James' office and shut the
door. I saw Sharon come out about forty minutes later.
Her hair was mussed and I could tell that she had just
been ****d again. I didn't know if the others who saw
her coming out of that room could tell but it seemed
obvious to me.

As she came down the hall I could see her breasts
moving under that thin dress she was wearing. Her
nipples were obvious and I don't know about anyone else
but I could tell that she was no longer wearing her
little thongs. Between the way she dressed and the way
her hips swayed because of those high heel shoes she
looked like a prostitute, a sweet innocent prostitute.
But then, that's what she was now, that's what we both
were. And we weren't even getting any of the money.

Sharon stopped at my desk and said, "Well, at least
we'll be able to go to lunch. They are both big fans of
our movie. How about that Mike, we're movie stars!"

She was trying to keep it light but she sounded like
she was going to cry. I pulled her into my cube and
held her in my arms for a moment. She quickly
remembered where we were and stepped back. She smiled
and said, "Remember where we left off and we'll take up
there at lunch."

They apparently left her alone after that and we left
as soon as the clock hit twelve. We went to a
restaurant in town and had a nice meal. It had been a
while and to be perfectly honest I didn't care if we
were late getting back or not.

We did get back in time and I actually got a little
work done in the afternoon. I was working for my own
benefit though. The more that I concentrated on my work
the less time I spent being ***d by the images of
the things happening to Sharon.

Thursdays were usually my easiest day but I had done so
little work lately that I had several days of work
backed up. I didn't even realize that it was time to
leave until Sharon showed up at my cubicle. I shut my
computer off and stood up and suddenly realized that
nearly everyone had gone already.

I said, "Sorry, I guess I was working to forget and I
forgot."

She smiled and replied, "Good. I want you to keep
forgetting. But now we have to go and have another
evening to forget."

We had a big lunch and we weren't hungry so I suggested
that we have a salad and a take again and Sharon
thought that was a good idea. We lingered over our
take this time. We had never actually been told what
time we had to be at the club. They had just told us to
come there after work. I didn't see how they could
object to us having a salad before we went in as long
as he had enough time to get our tables ready.

We got to the club at five and I put the chairs down
while Sharon got undressed. I noticed that we were not
the last ones to arrive so I wasn't worried that we
were late.

We had Sharon's five tables ready with more than twenty
minutes to spare. Tracy still wasn't at work. I'd be
surprised if she and her husband came back. Once the
tables were ready we went to the door of our cubicle.
No one had every instructed us to do so. It just seemed
to be what everyone else did so we did it too.

We kept an eye on the two bouncers and the bartender.
They were at the bar talking among themselves and
ignoring us. As long as they ignored us we were happy.

When we were down to ten minutes to opening time Danny
came over and addressed everyone. He said, "I'm in
charge tonight. Jeff and the others won't be in. Anyone
needs anything they see me. I'm making a change to the
entertainment schedule."

Everyone waited nervously to find out what the change
would be. He turned to Sharon and said, "It's time you
started pulling your weight around here bitch. I don't
know why Jeff is taking it so easy on you. I'm giving
you a few more tables tonight, so you will have tables
one through eight. You will also be going on stage."

Sharon turned white. She said, "I don't know what to
do. They haven't given me anything to do on stage."

Danny smiled and said, "Don't worry bitch, this is
going to be easy. You'll go up once at seven and again
at ten. But don't worry, you won't be alone. You are
going on with Tanya. And all you have to do is what
comes natural to a couple of cunts like you. You'll get
up there and kiss and feel each other up. Then you lie
down and make out for a while. You end up in a nice hot
sixty-nine. That should turn the customers on and get
you some business. Do you have any questions?"

Sharon looked like she was going to faint. She said,
"Who is Tanya?"

A cute young woman with long brown hair held her hand
up. I looked at her and saw that she was just as upset
as Sharon was.

Sharon looked at Tanya and Tanya looked at her and
almost in unimister they turned to Danny and meekly said,
"I've never..."

Danny said, "Good, it will be more exciting that way.
And it will be a learning experience for both of you. I
won't have any problems with you girls will I? The
customers would love another punishment session."

Sharon and Tanya both shook their heads quickly.

Danny ignored them after that and handed out the new
table assignments. Half of the women now had eight
tables and half had nine. I had been aware that they
had been taking it easy on Sharon, at least in the
number of tables she had to serve. I hadn't realized
that she was only serving half as many as the other
women. With their other duties it seemed like an awful
lot to ask of these women. They had to serve takes,
get groped and do lap dances, put on sex shows and
allow any man that want to **** them to do so.

After Tanya got her table assignments she and Sharon
spoke briefly. Then they split up and we returned to
the door of our cubicles to wait for opening time. It
was only a few minutes later that the music started and
the men started filling up the tables a few at a time.

Sharon tried to keep up but it was a lot harder than
when she just had four or five tables. It wasn't that
she wasn't intelligent enough to fetch three or four
beers. But she had more to concentrate on than their
take orders. Every time she got near anyone in this
place they groped her roughly. It made it hard to
concentrate.

She finally filled the take orders for her eight
tables, all the time rushing her ass off. She only just
barely finished getting the men their takes and
providing one lap dance before it was time for her
show.

Danny stopped the almost constant loud music at 7:00
P.M. and used the PA system to announce, "Gentlemen.
Tonight will be the new girl's first night on stage.
Sharon and Tanya are going to put on a little show for
you. This will be the first time eating pussy for both
of them so it should be amusing. Girls, get your hot
little asses up there and put on a good show, or else."

Tanya and Sharon met at the steps to the stage and as
they started up the stairs Danny put some soft jazz on.
It was a real relief after all of that constant hard
rock dance music. The crowd cheered and whistled for a
moment or two and then was quiet as the women moved to
the front center of the stage and began to kiss gently.

At first, as the women kissed, it was obvious that they
were both uncomfortable. But they began to caress each
other and the kiss became more passionate and soon it
was apparent to every man in the room that they were
getting into it.

I must confess that I was more than a little shocked to
see Sharon obviously enjoying making love to another
woman. I must also confess that my cock was hard as a
rock from watching.

They soon moved down and lay side by side facing each
other on the hard stage floor. They began to kiss and
touch again and it looked very much like they were
losing control. They reminded me of a couple of
teenagers making out.

After some time passed, I have no idea how long, like
everyone else in the room I was fascinated by the
erotic tryst taking place on stage, Tanya suddenly
seemed to take charge. She rolled Sharon over onto her
back and move around so that they were kissing still,
but facing in opposite directions.

They kissed for another moment or two and then Tanya
began to kiss her way down my wife's body. When she
reached Sharon's breasts her breasts were at Sharon's
lips. They licked and sucked and nibred at each
other's breasts and I could hear sincere moans of
pleasure from both women all the way over to where I
was standing at the door to our cubicle.

They played with each other's breasts for a long time
before Tanya began to move down, kissing her way down
Sharon's stomach. As she moved, Sharon was lifting her
head to kiss and lick at Tanya's soft flesh as well.

I think that the time allotted to their performance had
already elapsed. But no one minded. And certainly no
one was going to interrupt.

Their lips were now mere inches from each other's sex
and it seemed like the men in the audience were all
holding their breath as they waited for touchdown. When
the women's lips finally touched each other's pussies
there was a collective sigh from the audience and a
moment of tentative exploration as each woman tasted a
pussy for the first time.

They seemed to quickly realize that eating pussy didn't
suck at all. In just a couple of minutes they were
really getting into it and they soon forgot all about
the dirty old men who they were supposed to be
entertaining. They both enjoyed a series of loud and
uninhibited orgasms and the show went on much longer
than Danny had demanded. He finally had to get on the
PA system and order them to break it up and get back to
work.

When his voice finally got through to them they stopped
what they were doing and seemed to come to their senses
and be embarrassed by what they had just done. Or
perhaps they were embarrassed that they had enjoyed it
so much.

They got to their feet and hurried off stage to a
standing ovation. It is a good thing that the other
women had been taking care of their tables while they
were on stage because they didn't get any time to take
take orders. As soon as they stepped off stage they
were both escorted back to their cubicles by horny men
who couldn't wait to fuck them.

I lost track of Tanya after that. But Sharon was kept
so busy fucking dirty old men in her cubicle that she
didn't get to serve another beer or perform a lap dance
for almost two hours after her stage show.

When she finally went back to waiting on her eight
tables she looked exhausted. She tried to ignore the
groping hands as she refilled the takes and by then it
was after ten o'clock and things were starting to calm
down.

There was still a steady stream of men that brought her
back to the cubicle to pay me to fuck her, but the
crowd was starting to thin out and the takeing was
slowing down. Her tables were slowly emptying and by
midnight she only had four tables that weren't empty.
Between midnight and one in the morning she only had to
have sex with two more men. She wasn't allowed to rest
though. If she wasn't fetching beers or getting fucked
she was at the tables being groped or sitting in
someone's lap being worryed.

I had been left pretty much alone this evening. I had
been powerd to watch everyone out at the tables
sexually assaulting Sharon. And I had been kept busy
collecting money from the men who paid to **** her and
then straightening up after they left the cube. But
except for handing me their money most of the men had
ignored me.

I was tired when they finally closed up at one. I had
been up since early this morning and I had only had
three or four hours relax each night this week. But all
I had to do was stand here by the door. It was my poor
wife that was doing all of the work and suffering at
the hands of these assholes. I don't know how she could
stand it.

We all went about our cleanup duties after the
customers left but this evening, before they let us go,
Sharon, Tanya and Carol, a redhead that we hadn't met
yet, were ordered to stay behind and satisfy Danny and
the two bouncers. That didn't take long though and we
were still home before two in the morning.

When we got home I made us each our normal early
morning nightcap. It looked like I was going to have to
go to the cuckold water store soon. Those bottles don't last
as long once you start takeing the holy water.

When I returned to the living room Sharon was naked
again, as usual. She took her take and we touched
glasses and took a sip. We were both exhausted but she
had a funny look on her face. I let her guide me to the
couch and after I sat down she straddled my legs and
sat in my lap facing me. I didn't know what was on her
mind but I was enjoying the view.

She took another sip of her take and asked, "Did you
enjoy the show?"

I hoped that this wasn't one of those trick questions.
You know, like, "Does this dress make me look fat?"
Because there was no lying about this. I had been just
as turned on as all the other men in the club, maybe
more.

I sighed and said, "I hope this doesn't piss you off,
but yes, I enjoyed it very much. You were hotter than
hell up there with that woman. I didn't expect to be
turned on by that but it was very exciting. Does that
bother you?"

She finally smiled and said, "No Mike. I was afraid you
were going to be upset when you saw how much I enjoyed
it. It was exciting wasn't it? Tanya enjoyed it too."

I replied, "Yes, it was very exciting. I wonder if you
will have to do it again."

She said, "I wonder what it would be like with just the
two of us in a nice, soft, clean bed?"

I reached up and teased her nipples and asked, "You
aren't thinking of leaving me for a woman are you?
After everything else that has happened I don't think
my ego could stand that."

She put her glass down on the end table and held my
hands against her breasts and said, "No baby, I would
never leave you. But I had no idea how sexy it could be
to make love to a woman. I liked it. I can't help
wondering what it would be like outside of that club
when we were just doing it for ourselves."

I pulled her forward and kissed her and after a few
minutes I said, "Why don't you invite her over? I'll
leave you two alone if you want."

Sharon looked at me, trying to decide if I was serious.
I smiled and said, "With all the bad things that are
happening to you lately, I have no problem with you
having a little fun."

She smiled and reached down between us and said, "It
feels like you would like to have a little fun
yourself."

I replied, "I can wait until Sunday. I know how tired
you are and I understand. I don't want to be just one
more problem you have to deal with."

Sharon leaned down and kissed me passionately and said,
"You are not a problem Mike. I told you when this
started that I want you to make love to me. I want to
know that you want me after the things you have seen me
do."

She slid out of my lap and spread my legs apart. She
leaned down and kissed my hard cock through my pants
and then started pulling my zipper down.

I put my hand on hers to stop her. I held her hand over
my hard on and said, "You feel that? I still want you.
I told you before that I will always want you and I
meant it. But it is after two o'clock in the morning
and you must be exhausted. You have spent the evening
with strange, dirty old men attacking you with cocks
and if you can put up with that until this is over then
I can put up with being horny."

She smiled and said, "No man of mine is going to go to
bed horny! Now god damn it move your hand. I'm going to
suck your cock and you can't stop me!"

I said, "Some of this stuff belongs to you and the
other women that worked at the club. But we were
wondering if you or any of the others knew how to get
in touch with any of the other girls that they let go."

Susan nodded and said, "A few. Not many. We don't stay
in touch. It brings back too many bad memories. What do
you have in the boxes that belongs to me?"

I said, "Maybe you should take a look."

She got up uncertainly and went to one of the opened
boxes. She looked inside and said, "Oh my god! Where
did you get these?"

She picked up a couple of the DVD's and looked at them.
Then it dawned on her. She looked at me with a look of
horror on her face. She stared at me and then in a
voice that said that she obviously couldn't believe it
she asked, "You? You did that?"

I shook my head. I stood back up and as I walked to one
of the boxes with the cash in it I said, "No. I asked
some friends for help. They did it."

I opened the box of money and Susan looked over to see
what I had. She gasped and then whispered, "What is
that?"

I smiled and said, "I have their cash reserves.
Apparently it is undeclared money from his illegal
businesses that he hadn't had a chance to launder yet.
We are going to divide it evenly among all of the women
that we can find that went through that club. That was
why I called you."

Jennifer went over and looked in the boxes. She picked
up a DVD with her picture on the cover and turned it
over. I saw her shudder and she turned to me and asked,
"How can we destroy these disgusting things?"

I shrugged. I hadn't thought that far ahead. I said,
"Probably pour a bunch of gas on them and burn them. I
don't know. I suppose we can find out the best method
on the internet."

I turned to Susan and said, "I think we all need to get
together as soon as possible. I can't keep this stuff
in my living room. None of the women know us. I think
that it might be better if you set it up. Can you do
that?"

Susan was still staring at the money. She didn't quite
seem to believe that it was over.

She finally shook herself and said, "No one is working.
The club is gone. I can probably get them all over here
in half an hour."

Susan and Jenny called their husbands and the other
eleven couples and it was an hour before they all
showed up. I spent the next half hour answering as few
questions as necessary and explaining how important it
was that none of us started spending large sums of
money. They were all intelligent people and they had
been through a lot. I had the impression that they
would do anything to avoid having what had happened to
them made public, that included being frugal with their
windfall.

I went into the office on Tuesday and got James and
Kraft in the same room. I asked them if they had read
yesterdays paper. When they nodded I said, "I am
responsible for that. I didn't do it of course. I had
it done. Because of what they did to her Saturday night
Sharon is going to be out sick for at least a week. I
am going to stay home and take care of her. When she
comes back to work, if either one of you so much as
look at her funny I know how to handle it. I don't
think I need to explain that, do I"

They were both white as ghosts. They shook their heads
vigorously and I turned and left. I went home and got
Sharon dressed and took her to our doctor. When she
figured out where we were going she got pretty upset.
But she finally just pouted quietly and let me help her
into the waiting room.

I explained to our doctor that Sharon had been
assaulted and subjected to a minor surgery without the
proper precautions. When he started to realize what had
happened he sent me out of the room and I waiting for
an hour for her to come out.

The doc had taken red to test her for every disease
known to man and had checked her wounds. I was
surprised to learn that Sharon had told him that she
wanted to keep the rings, at least for now. She might
like smaller, more discreet rings put in. But she had
already gone through the hard part and she wanted to
see how she liked them.

We were able to track down only six other women. I told
the group about the women that had been sold into
slavery and we began to wonder just how many of those
women that were "let go" were actually allowed to
return to their lives. One of the husbands was a
computer geek and I gave him the hard drives to see if
he could get any information from them. I suppose it is
possible that some of these women could be tracked down
and rescued. Not likely, but possible.

We divided the money among the twenty families. It was
just under forty-eight million dollars once we got an
accurate count. No one wanted the copies of their
movies. We weren't happy with the idea of burning them.
We were all pretty ozone conscious. But the only other
acceptable solution was an acid bath and none of us
wanted to mess with that.

So one bright sunny day we loaded all the DVD's into a
couple of SUVs and drove out to the desert. We brought
food and takes and had a party and burned every DVD in
the boxes.

We all vowed one last time not to make any cash
purchases in excess of $2,500 dollars and most of us
have never seen each other again. The only couple that
we have stayed in touch with is Susan and her husband
Ben. We liked Susan and we got to know her and Ben
pretty well while we were disposing of the evidence.
Now we go out to dinner with them now and then or have
backyard BBQs. We get together and play pinochle fairly
regularly and Ben and I play golf two or three times a
month.

We went through a lot, Sharon and I. But we were there
the least amount of time. The others were there for
months and were subjected to a lot worse treatment than
we were for a lot longer. I am pretty sure that some of
them will never recover, or at least their marriages
won't. But the four of us have recovered pretty well.

Sharon and I still have nightmares every now and then.
It has been eight months now and we have changed, but
we seem to have gotten over the worst of it. We have
both recovered our sense of humor and I have to say
that Sharon and I are both more adventurous and enjoy
sex a lot more now. That probably sounds strange,
considering what we, and especially Sharon, went
through. But it's true. And I have to admit, we have a
lot of fun with those rings. We had some smaller ones
put in and Sharon loves the sensations she gets from
them when we make love.

Susan no longer wears her new dresses to work. Well,
almost never. But she wears them often when we go out.
She has gotten used to those high heels too and she
looks damn hot in them.

The End

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Slave


Let me tell you how my life is changing and I only have
myself to blame. A bit of background first (so bear
with me please). I've been with my girlfriend for a
couple of years and our sex life is great we've always
been very open with each other and from very early on
have always used a lot of roll play and fantasy in our
love making.

My girlfriend Emma is an attractive 23 year old with a
curvy figure and large breasts, she also has an
insatiable appetite for sex, which I being a slightly
older 36 sometimes struggle to keep up with. Which
leads me to one of my fantasies, which was to let her
have sex with other men as long as I could watch.

It wasn't long before we decided that we would actually
go through with it and joined swingers site created an
advert and arranged for a guy to come round and it was
even better than we ever thought it would be, I just
couldn't get enough of seeing somebody else’s cock in
my girlfriends soaking pussy, whilst she begs for more.

After a few meets with other men we finally came across
one who advertising himself as a dominant black bull,
after looking at his profile and seeing the size of his
cock which was easily 9-inches and thick we had a chat,
well my girlfriend did, then arranged a meet for the
following day.

After the chat she just smiled at me and told me that
this guy had some interesting ideas and that I was not
to be left out in fact I was going to play a much
bigger role than before, she would not elaborate on
this even though I begged and pleaded she just gave me
a sly smile, then made me lick her pussy whilst she
imagined what was going to happen the next day. After
she came in my mouth she said that was enough tonight
she needed to have some rest for the next day.

Time passed as it always does and at about 2:30 the
next day after having a bath and shaving her pussy she
got dressed and made up in a very sexy outfit that
showed off almost all of her gorgeous tits and an above
the knee skirt, when she came down and told me that she
hadn't put any knickers on as it was what he had
ordered her to do and that she hoped I was ready for a
fun afternoon. At that moment there was a knock on the
door she told me sit down on the chair by the window as
she would want the sofa so she could relax with her
lover first.

I heard her answer the door and a deep male voice
saying "Hello slut, you look great just like I asked
you to, you might escape with hardly any punishment
this time. Before we go into the lounge though, I want
you to take off your top and bra whilst the front door
is still open."

"Please no, what about the neighbours they might see
me," she begged.

"You promised to do as I said no matter what, now if
you don't want to do this then we might as well not
bother at all, it's up to you, but make your mind up
now."

After a small pause I heard her say, "Ok I’ll do
whatever you say, please don't go."

My cock was rock hard hearing the submissive tone in
her voice and hearing her take her top off.

"Good girl, now slowly walk back to the door and even
more slowly shut it!" he commanded.

After a few seconds I heard the front door finally shut
and then he said, "Well done my new slut, now lets go
into the lounge and you can introduce me to your wimp
of a boyfriend, who lets face it, cant be that much of
a man if he'd let a stranger man come in and tell his
girlfriend to strip half naked, then let her stand in
front of the door whilst that horny old bastard across
the street was staring at you."

They came through the door and my girlfriend was indeed
topless. He was about 6'5" very black and quite stocky,
being quite tall myself at a little over 6' I have
never been intimidated by one of her men but this guy
just kind of radiated power and dominance, I was
immediately feeling a little insecure.

"Hi," he said. "You must be Dave, I must say that you
have one hell of a sexy slut for a girlfriend, don't
you?" Saying this he pointed at the floor and said
"Kneel slut" to which Emma submissively went on knees
in front of him

I just stammered and mumred something incoherent.

"Come, come," he said. "You've got to say a bit more
than that. I want you to tell me how much you want me
to fuck her and then I might consent to, else I might
just invite the dirty old bastard out there to come in
and fuck her instead."

I was shocked to say the least, I stood up and said
"I'm sorry, but I don‘t think this is going to work
out, you can‘t just come in here and talk to me like
this. I think you should..."

"Enough," he interrupted. "God you go on. I tell you
what if your girlfriend say‘s I should go then I will,
no fuss, no problem. Are you OK with that?"

I was speechless, so I just nodded and turned towards
Emma. The look in her eyes as she stared at me was
furious “How dare you try to fuck up my fun you selfish
bastard, this was all your idea in the first place and
now that I’ve finally found someone I want to use me
how I want to be used. You, you pathetic wimp bastard
try to fuck it up. Now sit back down stop acting the
big man, which you obviously are not else I wouldn’t be
getting cock from other men.”

Again shocked I slowly sat back down with a hurt look
in my eyes “Now say sorry to Steve, do as your told
and you may get to like it. Do you understand wimp?”
She shouted.

Looking up at Steve, who was smiling condescendingly at
me still standing over my kneeling half naked
girlfriend. I said “I’m sorry Steve, I think we got off
on the wrong foot. Please use Emma as you see fit.”

“That’s ok wimpy boy, I’m glad I never had to slap you
about a bit, we’ll all start over again,” saying that
he reached down and slapped Emma’s tits, making her
yelp more with surprise than pain I think, enough to
leave a red mark though.

"What you've got to promise me now though, is that
you'll do as I say and let me do whatever I want with
your girlfriend, is that ok with you? Because your
girlfriend has already agreed to this anyway, its only
to be polite that I ask, So what do you say?"

What could I say, my cock was growing in my trousers,
and I was getting so turned on it was untrue. "You can
do whatever you want to" I finally mumred.

"That’s great, now why don't you go and get me a take
whilst I get to know your girlfriend a bit more
intimately. A cup of tea will do with two sugars, and
take your time in there I don't want to see you for at
least 10 minutes."

So I went into the kitchen and left them there. Whilst
the kettle was boiling I could here them kissing and
her moaning as they were obviously getting on well.

I waited in the kitchen for the allotted 10 minutes
then went back into the lounge. He was sitting on the
sofa and she was on her knees completely naked now with
half his cock going down her throat making slurping
noises whilst she massaged his balls.

"Quite a little cocksucker isn't she Dave, She can
really deep throat my cock its great, I think I'll be
coming round to use her more than I planned originally,
that’s ok isn't it Dave?"

"Sure," was all I could mutter, the sight of Emma’s
mouth working this guys cock was amazing all I could do
was stand there and stare.

"Good, good, good, now go and pour that tea down the
drain as I hate fucking tea, I just wanted to see if
you did I said. And like a proper chump you did that’s
a good start."

The offense I felt at this was incredible, after
looking down at my girlfriend sucking on his big cock I
turned and went back into the kitchen to empty the tea.

"Oh Dave," he called. "I noticed a corner shop just
down the road when I drove up. Be a good cuckold and
get me today’s newspaper will you, whilst I take your
cock sucking slut of a girlfriend upstairs and give her
a good fucking on your bed"

I walked back in to the lounge and saw that Emma was
now standing next to him her hand working up and down
his cock, "Will you be ok?" I asked.

"Looking at the size of his cock, what do you think?"
she said with a smirk "Now go for a nice long walk down
the shop and buy Steve a paper. When you get back we
might have another job for you so take your time."

"God she's great isn't she Dave, I'm really going to
enjoy fucking her time and time again," he laughed.

As I was walking to the front door I heard them
laughing and Emma saying "I love him millions, but
watching him squirm and being a wimp is fantastic, it
makes me wonder what we can make him do."

As I stepped outside I noticed the old bloke was still
standing over the other side of the road watching my
house, I’d seen him around a few times I think he lived
down the road. He seemed totally oblivious to me so I
crossed the road to walk down to the shop when I turned
round to look back, there was my wife totally naked in
the front window watching me walk down the road with
her new lover standing behind her squeezing her tits.
No wonder the old bloke hadn't moved or noticed me.

Feeling totally humiliated I walked to the shop and
brought Steve a newspaper all the time thinking about
what they were up to and what I had let myself in for,
whilst all the time having a raging hard on which
fortunately having not that big a cock passed
unnoticed.

On the way back I noticed that the old guy was now in
his garden and as I passed he looked up and just smiled
at me in mocking sort of way, then went back to do some
more gardening whilst shaking his head. It had only
taken me about 20 minutes to get the paper as I did as
I was told and took my time, So when I opened my door I
was shocked to see Steve standing in the hallway
already dressed.

"About time," he said. "Thanks for the paper, I'm sorry
I couldn't stay much longer I’ve a few things to do
today so you missed it, she is one hell of a fuck
though Dave she kept telling me you only have a small
cock and mine was really giving her the stretching she
wanted. Now come with me and let me show you your
girlfriend who is waiting for you on your bed."

Following meekly I went up the stairs and into our
bedroom, she was lying on her back naked with her legs
open and her cunt proudly on display looking quite used
and covered with his cum, there were also a couple of
love bites on her gorgeous tits. I had never seen her
looking so content or so beautiful as she did now.

"The bites by the way are to remind you that your slut
of a girlfriend is now mine to use whenever I want.
Have you got a problem with that?"

Still staring at her I shook my head and said "No, you
can use her when she wants." at this she giggled and
said "don't worry darling I’ve already told him he can,
in fact he's coming back in a couple of day's time just
before you go out to work, I think I'll get you to
phone my boss and tell her that I'm sick and can't come
in."

Steve said "Right before I go, why don’t you tell me
where that dirty old bastard lives as I need a word
with him."

Looking back at him I said, "He lives at number 23 down
the road, I saw him working in the garden when I came
back. Why?"

"Never you mind, you'll soon find out. Now I want to
see you get onto the bed and start cleaning all my cum
off your girlfriends slutty cunt, and you better get
used to the taste as I'm sure you'll be tasting it a
lot in the near future."

Getting down onto my knees I crawled over to my wife
and started to lick the cum from around her stretched
pussy which tasted amazing., there I was licking my
girlfriends lovers cum off her, whilst she moaned and
kept telling me how big his cock was and how much
better it was than mine. I heard Steve laughing as he
went out the front door.

That night as we lay in bed holding each other, we
recounted what had happened earlier on that day we had
both agreed that it was great and I had made love to
Emma a couple of times since then, although she always
had a secretive smile on her face at the time.

"You know that I love you with all my heart," she
started. "You just have to realise that I want a bit
more in my life and today has taught me that."

"What do you mean? You're not going to leave me or
anything are you?" I could still picture the look of
complete contentment on her face, when Steve had shown
me up to the bedroom after I had got back with his
paper.

"Of course I'm not going to leave you, don't be silly.
As I said I love you millions, all I'm saying is that
when Steve came round and treated me like a complete
slut, it was one of the best feelings in my life. I
felt totally wanton and submissive and it was amazing,
I would do more or less anything for him and I find
myself longing to do whatever he wants, the more
degrading the better. Steve was different from any of
the other guys that I've fucked, the way he just took
control of me and the way he treated you gave me some
idea's. Besides you can't tell me that you didn't enjoy
it can you? After all you quickly shut up and did as
you were told. Didn't you?"

"I was very turned on I must admit, I have never done
anything like that before, it just made me feel totally
inadequate, it was almost as if I was eager to please
him. I don't know I felt I just had to obey and whilst
I did it felt right, I felt totally humiliated and I
loved it."

I slowly lifted my eyes up to Emma's as if embarrassed
by what I had just said to see a look almost like
victory crossing her face. "I'm glad you said that."
she smiled, "Because humiliating you almost turned me
on almost as much as being fucked by Steve's big cock,
almost mind."

Reaching down she started to stroke my cock, "You do
realise that his cock is at least twice the size of
your little cock don't you," she laughed.

"My, my I do believe I made you all aroused again by
saying that didn't I? Your cock never normally gets
hard this many times in a day. Doe's the thought of
Steve's big, gorgeous and immeasurably more satisfying
and superior cock going into me turn you on so much?"

I couldn't help it I shot my load all over her hand
whilst thinking about it. She just smiled and brought
her hand up to my face. "Quite obviously it does, and
now you've made my hand all messy and we can't have
that. Open your mouth and suck your own cum off my
fingers then you can lick the rest of my hand clean as
well."

I opened my mouth and she started to finger fuck it
with her coated fingers and all I did was slurp noisily
and lick all my own cum from her hand. I couldn't
believe I had cum again after doing so a previous
couple of times already that day.

"Now there we go, I have a cum eating slut of my own
now," she giggled as I was making sure her hand was
clean. "Right then before I go to relax I want you to
promise that you'll do exactly what me or my new lover
commands from now on, is that ok?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that if you still want me to enjoy myself and
to fulfill your fantasies then you'll do whatever you
are told. Now do you understand? Because I can always
fuck Steve behind your back and not let you know what I
get up to. OK?"

"Ok," I said it in almost a whisper.

"Ok, what?"

"OK, I promise to do whatever you and your new lover
want me to do now matter how humiliating, all right."

"That's my little cum-slut, you'll be our slave from
now on. Starting tomorrow you'll need to come with me
and buy me some sexy clothes for Monday morning when
Steve comes back. Now get some relax I'm tired," so
saying she rolled over onto her side and closed her
eyes.

Sleep was hard to come by that night even after just
cumming which usually makes me tired, all I kept
thinking about was what had gone on today and how my
life seemed changed completely.

I must have eventually dropped off because I woke up to
an empty bed, needing the toilet I headed across the
landing to meet my girlfriend walking up the stairs
naked, carry a couple of cups of coffee. I looked at
her tits and saw the love bites that Steve had left the
day before. My cock immediately started to get hard.

"My little tiger," she said. "I thought you were going
to relax all day, I was just coming to wake you up with
a take, and I'll leave it by the bed for you, because
you've got to get ready."

"I'll be back in a bit," I said my cock quite hard now.
"Can't we both get back into bed?"

"No, no sex for you today, I'm saving myself for
tomorrow I think Steve's got something special planned
and I'll want to be rested, you'll just have to have a
wank. I think I'll take mine downstairs by the lounge
window as that dirty old bastard from down the road
keeps walking past and it wouldn't be fair if he did
all that walking and not get a look at some of my
body," so saying she turned and walked back downstairs
wiggling her naked ass from side to side.

Having a piss with a raging hard on is almost
impossible so I went back to the bedroom and started to
wank thinking about my girlfriend standing by the
lounge window, showing her body off to the old perv who
lived down the road. It didn't take long about two
minutes maximum before again I shot my load, my
bollocks must have been working overtime.

I then drank my coffee, showered and got dressed before
I went downstairs to find Emma putting on her make up
but still naked sitting right in front of the lounge
window. Sure enough there he was, standing on this side
of the road now staring at Emma almost without
blinking.

"Right," she said putting her eyeliner down. "I think
he's seen enough, I'll just pop upstairs and get
dressed then we can go to the shops, I'll be about ten
minutes ok hunny?"

"No probs," I said as she left the room. Looking out
the window again I saw the old man start to turn away
but then he turned back pointed at me, shook his head
and started laughing before he began to walk away.

About fifteen minutes later Emma came back downstairs
wearing one of her skimpiest outfits, which showed off
some leg and quite a nice bit of cleavage "I would have
shown more tit she said but the love bites would be
visible, and the only permister I want to see them is
you." reaching down she squeezed my cock with a laugh,
"Now lets go shopping."

The drive to the shopping centre was pretty uneventful,
although I did notice that Emma kept staring at any
nice looking bloke that we passed on the way.

"Thank god for Sunday shopping," she said when we got
there. "England the only place where you can't buy a
bible on a Sunday, but you can buy a lot of kinky
underwear and dildo's. What a place to live," giggling
she grabbed my arm and dragged me in.

It wasn't long before she found the Ann Summers shop
and pulled me inside behind her. Normally I wait
outside when she goes shopping for clothes but this
time she wasn't having any of it. Calling across an
assistant she whispered, "Time for some fun I think."

A tall lady came over and said, "Hi, how can I help
you?"

"Hi," Emma said. "My boyfriend, Dave here is going to
buy me some sexy underwear and a dildo for my rather
well endowed lover. Aren't you sweetie?"

The assistant laughed and smiled at me as I mumred and
tried to hide my embarrassment. Still smiling she said,
"I think I know just what you are after, please follow
me."

She led the way with Emma pulling me along, completely
shocked and humiliated behind her, until she came to
the special underwear section. There was lots of choice
from crotchless knickers to peephole bra's to nurse's
uniforms. Everything passed in a bit of a blur, I just
couldn't believe Emma had said that, and I here I was
still standing next to her whilst she kept telling the
shop assistant all about yesterday. I just stood there
like an idiot only half listening and wanting to get
out of there. The odd comment did come through though,
such as:

"Just think Steve will be able to get complete access
to me without me taking anything off."

"I'm sure Steve would love to see me in this."

"My, this dildo is as big as Steve's cock and they even
have a little pocket size one that's about the same
size as yours my darling."

All the while the assistant and Emma were laughing and
joking as Emma told her all about her new life, the
assistant said "I wish it would happen to me like that
but my boyfriends gets very jealous and he'd ******* me
before he'd allow it."

Emma eventually led me to the till where she said "I
hope you have got your credit card as this is going to
be expensive my darling, and just think whilst your
paying, that its all for another man to enjoy." which
got them both giggling again.

The assistant scanned everything through the till and
smiled at me as the total came up it was over £400.00.
"I can't wait until I've told my workmates about this
they'll have a right laugh," she said to me.

"Well everyone should have a laugh sometimes. Pay the
lady and say thank you darling," Emma said.

I mumred something trying not to look up.

"No," Emma said. "Now say, Thank you. And say it
properly don't just mumble with your head down, you
should always look at the permister you're talking to."

So saying she reached down and grabbed my balls and
squeezed them hard. "Thank you for helping my
girlfriend" I winced

The assistant laughed and Emma said, "That's better,
there's a good boy you can have another wank when you
get home," turning to the assistant she laughed and
said, "Thanks for everything I'm sure my lover will
enjoy it all, and I'm sure I'll be back to get some
more things in the future."

"I look forward to it, you can tell me all that
happens," the assistant smiled then walked over to one
of her colleagues, as we were walking out I could hear
them laughing.

It was a long walk back to the car with me carrying the
bags of stuff she had brought, getting lots of looks
from passers-by with Emma checking out all the men,
whilst a lot of them were checking her out as well, I
just walked along very quietly.

"Come on then misery. What's up?" Emma said eventually
when we sat in the car

"Why did you have to tell that shop assistant? You made
me look stupid."

"Ahhh my poor baby," she said reaching down and gently
caressing my cock and balls. "Ooops, somebody's waking
up. Is little Davey excited."

I couldn't help it she just turned me on so much. But I
had to try to take back the initiative, "I felt such an
idiot in the shop, you made me feel like a fool."

Emma had by now undone my zip and had pulled my small
cock out and started to toss me off "But my little…" as
she said that she giggled "…boy, I told you I love
seeing you being humiliated. God it felt fantastic just
coming out and saying it to the girl, and you just
stood there taking it like the wimp you are. I almost
came right there and then."

Although I tried to stop myself, my cock was throbbing
in her hand now "You know you love it really my
darling, and I haven't even started yet. Now put out
your hand so you can catch your cum, because I don't
want it soiling my hand"

I got my hand there just in time and managed to catch
it all in my cupped hand as I came. "Now my little cum-
slave lick your hand clean as you don't want it all
over the car do you?"

By now I was getting used to eating my own cum, so I
just did what I was told. "There's a good little boy,
let's go home now I want to phone Steve and tell him
about all the nice things you've brought me.

When we got home Emma immediately went upstairs but
told me to stay downstairs and cook lunch whilst she
tried everything on and phoned Steve in preparation for
tomorrow.

I cooked the lunch while she tried on all the outfits
upstairs, not letting me see or even go upstairs for
that matter, When lunch was ready she came down wearing
just a dressing gown. We ate lunch whilst she kept
telling me how she was looking forward to tomorrow and
how the Steve had told her he had a big surprise for
her tomorrow and that she had better perform well, or
else!

"Steve then made me play with myself until I came so he
could listen over the phone, all the while he was
telling me that I am his slut now, to do with as he
pleased" she said

Just seeing the smile on her face and how excited she
looked had made my cock hard again "Can we go to bed
early tonight?" I asked

"Well I am, you can come as well if you like but all
you can do is cuddle. I need to save all my energy for
tomorrow, it sounds like I've got a very tiring day
ahead."

And that was that, the rest of the day passed and every
time I looked at Emma she seemed to have a far away
look in her eye. We went to bed and I rolled over to
cuddle her. I tried to start to get her aroused but as
soon as I my hand moved towards her pussy she moved my
hand away, gave me a quick kiss then rolled over. Not
long afterwards she was arelax and I was left awake
thinking about how my life had changed over the past
couple of days, eventually dropping off to relax with
images of Emma's face after Steve had just fucked her
going through my mind.

Now here I was getting ready for work whilst Emma was
in the bath shaving her pussy and generally tidying
herself up for when Steve came round.

At about 8.30 there was a knock at the door, looking
out the window I saw Steve waiting and he was not alone
as the old man from down the road was standing next to
him.

"He's here!" I shouted up the stairs.

"Well let him in then while I finish getting ready.
Make him a take or something, I won't be long."

"But he's not alone though that old man is with him."

"I know, I just didn't want to spoil your surprise.
You'll have to make two takes now then won't you. Now
let them in you wimp, I'll be down soon."

Already feeling slightly humiliated I went to the front
door and opened it. Steve and the old man from down the
road were standing there. Steve was not looking too
happy.

"Took your time didn't you? Next time I knock on the
door I don't want to have to wait standing outside like
some Jehovah's witness is that understood, now move out
my way and let us in wimp," he snarled.

Stepping aside so they could come in I mumred, "I'm
sorry Steve."

"It's not Steve to you it's Sir from now on, OK?"

"Yes Sir" I replied. To which the old man started
laughing.

"What a fucking wanker," he said. "I always thought he
was a prissy twat when I used to see him from down the
road, I always wondered what his missus was doing with
him, she's a stunner and well there's not really much
to him is there?"

Steve smiled and said, "This is Alf from down the road,
he doesn't think much of you I'm afraid, but he came
along today so he can get his cock sucked by your
girlfriend and then he's going to give her a good
fucking. Is that alright with you Davey boy?"

I was shocked, I couldn't think of this dirty old man
standing in front of me was going to fuck my
girlfriend, he was looking at me with loathing and all
the while my cock was rock hard, I was so turned on and
so humiliated at the same time I just stood there my
head down.

Alf suddenly grabbed my cock and bollocks in his dirty
hand "Answer the man you faggot. I can feel you've got
a hard on even though its only a little one, no wonder
your girlfriend wants extra cock, anyone's has got to
be better than this" so saying he twisted my bollocks
savagely.

I collapsed to my knees in front of them, the pain was
really bad but my cock I could still feel was rock
solid. "Yes sir," I gasped.

"Yes sir, what?" Steve asked.

Still on my knees I looked up into Steve's eyes and
said, "I want Alf to fuck my girlfriend Sir."

They both looked down at me and laughed. It was at this
moment that Emma walked in and WOW was all that went
through my mind, the pain in my bollocks temporarily
forgotten for the moment. There she was wearing lots of
make up with very red lips, her outfit was one of those
I'd brought yesterday a very sexy and very transparent
black baby doll with fluff around the bottom, she
wasn't wearing a bra and her large breasts were
showing, her nipples were standing out proudly, She
also had on a small lacy thong, suspenders and to
finish it off some high heels which made the most of
her shapely legs.

The stares off the two men were completely different,
all Steve did was smile knowingly and say, "You look
perfect Emma." Whereas Alf looked at her like a dog
would a piece of steak and said, "Fuck me, I can't
wait." Again I was speechless.

Emma just smiled and said, "Thank you, gentlemen," then
looking down at me still on my knees smiled again.
"Well I see he is in his proper place at the feet of my
lover or is it lovers now? I hope he's been a good host
and made you a take or something."

Steve walked over to her, pulled her closed and kissed
her deeply for a moment. Breaking away he said, "No he
hasn't we were just sorting out his place in the scheme
of things." Alf laughed as Steve continued, "May I
introduce you to Alf, I told you about him yesterday
whilst you were playing with yourself on the phone"

Emma walked over to Alf and put her arms around him "Hi
Alf I've been told that I've got to be very nice to
you, do you like what you see?"

Alf just grabbed her ass squeezing it very roughly
through the fabric of her baby doll making her gasp, he
then kissed her deeply pushing his tongue into her more
than willing mouth. Watching this old man fondle and
kiss my girlfriend almost made me cum, I couldn't take
my eyes off the sight until I felt Steve pulling hard
on my hair to get me onto my feet. "Get up, Davey boy
and go and make us all a cup of coffee then come back
in to the lounge before you go to work so you can see
what your girlfriend is going to be doing all day."

As I turned to the kitchen Alf came up for air, Emma's
face was flushed as she said, "I think I'm going to
enjoy you Alf." Smiling at me Alf said, "Three sugars
in my coffee you useless twat, your girlfriends mouth
tastes great, I hope her cunt tastes as good." Laughing
he grabbed one of her tits and squeezed the erect
nipple quite hard making her moan, "Come on slut let me
get comfortable on the settee then you can start
sucking on my cock."

I practically ran to the kitchen unzipped myself and
pulled my cock out just as I started to cum, my
bollocks were still painful but the pain was eased as I
shot loads of cum over the tile on the floor. Hearing
laughing behind me I turned and saw Steve standing in
the doorway.

"Clean that up with your tongue you wimp, and hurry up
with the coffee," he said.

Getting to my knees I proceeded to lick up my cum off
the floor, my offense was complete. He turned and
went back towards the lounge.

I then quickly made the coffee and went to see what my
Emma was getting up to, my cock already beginning to
get hard again amazingly. As I walked through the door
I could see Steve looking on as Alf was sitting back on
the armchair with Emma's head between his legs sucking
hungrily on his cock which I noticed was again almost
twice the size of mine.

Pulling her mouth off the end a long string of saliva
still attached to his monster of a cock she turned to
me "Aren't I the lucky one, have you seen the size of
his cock, mmmm it tastes great, I can't wait till he's
fucking me with it. Don't you worry either darling
because Steve's brought a video camera with him so you
can watch all the fun I get up to whilst you're at
work, but before you go I need to tell you that Steve,
Alf and I have came to an agreement. I can fuck Alf
anytime I want and all I have to do is send you down to
his house to beg him to come back with you so he can
give me a good seeing to. We all thought about two or
three times a week will do, or though I may want it a
bit more. OK?"

I looked at the smile on her face and saw how much she
was enjoying it "Whatever you want, you know I'll do
anything you ask of me."

"Yes I know you will darling, I can't wait to see you
do it as well," she laughed. "Now you don't want to be
late for work, do you? So it's time for you to go and
don't forget to phone up my boss and tell him that I
won't be in today." Grabbing hold of Alf's throbbing
cock she added "and don't worry about me I'll have my
hands full all day hopefully." To which they all
started laughing.

Alf grabbed a hand full of her hair and said, "Enough
talking you slut and start sucking again I want all my
cock down your throat this time I've never been deep
throated before" powering her mouth on his cock he kept
up the pressure until her mouth reached the base of his
cock. Turning to me he said, "God she can't half suck
cock Davey boy. Now fuck off to work you twat your
missus is going to be well used by the time you get
home," so saying he slapped her ass which left a red
hand print.

As I headed out the door I wondered how the hell I was
going to concentrate at work knowing what Emma was
doing at home. Pulling out my mobile phone I called up
her boss and explained that she wouldn't be in today as
she wasn't feeling well.

As I pulled out of the driveway I turned back and saw
Steve watching me out of the window camcorder in hand
and with a big smile on his face.

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The Slut and Pig Exchange


Jane was all excited as they entered the barn. Tonight
they were going to an auction where female slaves were
trained to be pig servants to their masters or
mistresses. Tom had won an early invitation and Jane
pussy was soaking wet with the thought of getting a
slave she could beat and shove her ass in her face
whenever she wanted.

There were several stales as they walked inside the
room. There were totally naked women of all ages and
races in stalls totally naked on all fours with only a
leash around their necks. Her pussy was dripping and
she saw Tom hard on through his pants as they paraded
around. She could imagine herself with each one of them
totally controlling their miserable lives.

Finally she saw just what she wanted. A medium age
black woman in one stale with a well-developed ass. She
admired her ass thinking of the many ways she could
spank it and called Tom over.

"I want that one Tom. I loved to ride that bitch." She
yelled out loud. "Come here bitch," she yelled lifting
her dress and masturbating her pussy as the black woman
crawled forward oinking as she taught.

"Look at my pussy piggie; your face is going to spend a
lot of time in here." She yelled down to her. She
played with it as the woman looked miserably up at it.
Stroking it for her viewing.

Turning around, she spread her ass at the woman.

"Oink for me piggie. Bet you can't wait to shove your
face in here." She yelled again enjoying the woman
offense. She heard the woman in the stall oink and
she smiled at her compliance of her command. This was
going to be so fun she thought.

Tom told her to wait while he went and see what the
price was at the office. While he was gone, Jane
continued her torment of the slave with the
masturbation of her pussy and ass in front of her. She
was dying to grab her leash and lead her out to the car
and sat on her cherry face. She was getting close to
coming when Tom called from the office and asked her to
come in.

Pulling her skirt back down, she wiggled her ass at the
woman and went in the office and sat at the chair Tom
pointed out. A large black lady was sitting across the
desk with a smile on her face. Jane wished she were one
of the pig slaves they had on auction. She would wipe
that smile off in a hurry.

"We made a deal hun," said Tom, "but it wasn't as I
expected."

"What do you mean," said Jane in her normal bitchy
tone? I'll pay for her if you won't and you know I
always get what I want.

"Well," said Tom. "It's not that easy. I had too make a
deal but it was worth it."

"Don't matter to me," said Jane. "Just get it over so I
can get my piggie. My pussy is soaking wet so hurry
up."

"Okay," said Tom.

Before Jane realized what happen, Tom sprayed something
in her eyes as she fell backward from the chair on the
floor. As she gripped her eyes burning in pain, she
felt something on being placed on her nose so she
couldn't breathe. She tried to yell out as her lungs
started burning but all she heard was Tom voice in the
background before she ******.

"I traded you for her slut," he said. "Maybe I'll come
back and bid on you next time..."

Jane ****** as she heard his words and panic
gripped her.

She awoke to find herself naked laying in hay in one of
the stalls she had saw earlier. A leach and collar was
attached to her neck like a fetishr. Her hand was tied
with about 5 inches of rope between them and the same
for her feet. Fear gripped her as she realized she was
in the position she had seen all the other women in the
night before. She cursed and swore when she get loose,
she'll ******* the bastard.

She heard footsteps behind her and turned around to see
the large black lady that was in the office the night
before. She wore a black latex outfit, which proudly
displayed her cunt and huge breasts.

"Untie me now or I call the police and get all of ya in
trouble," Jane yelled.

The black woman just smiled at her and continued
walking forward.

"Listen bitch, I don't know what deal my husband worked
out with you but all his money is mine so you better
let me go or you'll get nothing from me." She spat out.
"I'll have his ass and..."

Jane never finished the words as the black lady put her
fist right in her mid section causing her to bend over
in pain and sink to the floor. She just caught her
breath when the lady planted her foot on her ass and
pushed her flat on the straw floor. Her tits stung on
the straw floor as she slid forward. She looked back
just in time to see the woman grab a rod type item from
nearby and approach her. Trying to get up she felt a
sharp sting to her ass and burned like hell and made
her jump up in pain screaming.

"Ah!!" she screamed.

"That's just a taste of what your ass is going to get
if you ever talk to me without permission," the woman
yelled at her. "Now get on all fours now pig."

"You can go to... Ah..."

Again, Jane never got the words finished as rod touched
her thigh sending her in pain and fear.

"Get on all fours pig unless you want this up your
asshole next.

Fearing for her life, Jane dropped immediately on all
fours." The woman repeated the command.

"Better pig. From now on you oink unless I give you
permission to talk is that understood. She said
pointing the rod near Jane tits.

"Oink, oink," Jane yelled.

"Good." The lady smiled at her. "Now crawl for me pig
and wiggle that white ass of yours you like to show
off."

Jane started crawling in offense knowing the woman
was behind watching her ass. She felt the rod touch her
ass again as she screamed out in pain.

"Oink and wiggle that butt more," the woman demanded.

Jane started shaking her ass sideways as she crawled
and oinking as she had seen the other slaves do the
night before. She was totally humiliated but dared not
stop or feel that dreadful rod again.

"We'll have to widen that asshole of yours pig," the
woman said from behind. "A lot of my customers like to
poke their pigs in the ass. Especially the woman
customers."

Jane hesitated at the words but felt the rod again.

Oinking as she crawled, tears began rolling down her
face. She continued her crawling crying and oinking at
the same time around the stall till the woman yelled
for her to stop. She was trying to catch her breath
when she felt the full weight of the woman on her back.

"No, please." She yelled.

"Did I tell you, you could talk?" the woman yelled and
struck her with the rod again causing her to scream in
pain.

She felt the rod at the pucker entrance of her asshole
and dared not say anything as the woman started working
the rod slowly in her ass. She gritted her teeth in
pain as it slowly worked its way about 2 inches in. She
dared not protest from fear of what may happen next.

"There," the black woman said. "Next time you talk
without permission, you'll regret it." She gave her a
kick on her ass sides with her heels.

"Now crawl bitch," she said and remember to oink.

Jane started crawling with the rod in her ass as sweat
poured down her face from the weight she was carrying
on her back. She was oinking louder not daring to make
the woman mad again. A couple of times she stumred and
felt the woman reached back to the rod and she
immediately got up and started crawling again. She
could feel the woman pussy on her back soaking wet.

Finally the woman told her to stop and dismounted
leaving her panting on the stall floor.

"Not bad for a new pig," the woman said. Taking a seat
on a bench in the stall, she yelled for her to crawl
over. "Eat my cunt pig."

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Sports Betting


I have something of a reputation at work for flirting
with all of the young women. I am 30 years old and a
newly promoted manager. Not much has ever come from it
as I try not to mix work with pleasure.

My troubles came about two months ago when I started
bugging our receptionist Brenda about her tennis game.
She was a cute Chilean about 23 years old; she kept
herself in great shape, especially when you consider
she has a 6 year old kid. She had played tennis growing
up and always considered herself quite good at it.

I have been playing tennis since I was a kid and had
won a couple of local tournaments but not many of my
coworkers knew about it. We were out at a company party
and having a few takes when she told me that she
couldn't find anyone who could challenge her at tennis.
I told her that I would play her a game, but she told
me that she always put a bet on her games to make them
more competitive. She told me it couldn't be money as
she didn't want to be seen as a shark.

She wanted me to bring her tea and coffee at work every
break for two weeks if she won. I didn't consider this
bad at all and not even embarrassing but of course I
didn't let on to that. This discussion was taking place
in front of about 6 co-workers. So I made a big scene
about how embarrassing that would be to me, a manager
bringing the receptionist tea all the time.

So I told her that since I knew she was quite good and
that I only played about 5 times a year (a lie, I play
every weekend and practice once or twice a week) that I
should get a better pay out. So I made the request that
she serve me tea and coffee in her pink string bikini.
(She had mentioned she had bought this at the previous
function and I had bugged her about seeing her in it
since.) Of course the co-workers had a bit of a laugh
and she wasn't going for it but the co-workers helped
me convince her and I think she was pretty sure of
herself. So we set up the game for Sunday morning.

About three of the coworkers showed up and we put one
to work as the ref and the other two as line judges,
this was her request not mine, maybe she thought I
would cheat. I asked her if she had brought her bikini
to give me a preview show, she just laughed. The game
started and we were playing the best of three sets. I
gave her the first set 6-2. She made some comments
about me serving tea and how she would make sure the
corporate manager would be there to watch me serve her
tea. She then even made a comment about maybe getting
me to wear the bikini to serve her.

This was exactly where I wanted her, over confident. So
I made some lame joke about wearing the bikini, but
told her that if that was the case I would expect her
to serve me naked. We joked around a bit and I finally
got her to agree to the that if she won, I would serve
her coffee and tea for the week at work, but also make
dinner for her in the nude at her place. If I won she
had to strip then and there and drive me home while
naked (I lost my permit last year) and come in and make
me lunch.

I was hoping to get her into my bed once I finally won.
She would also have to serve me in the bikini at work.
She agreed because she was winning and had basically
dominated me in the first set. Of course I came back
and won the match and she realized that I had hustled
her.

She was quite upset but did keep her word although she
made the three coworkers (1 female and 2 male) leave
before stripping down. There were about 5 other people
in the area and a couple of them did get to see her
amazing body. She had a little strip of dark pubic hair
and an all over tan. We walked to her car, with me
being a gentleman and carrying most of her stuff. I
only lived about a mile away and so we were back to my
place in no time. I walked into the house and she
followed, she hadn't said much on the way.

My roommate was supposed to be away for the weekend,
but it turned out that he was home, with his
girlfriend, his brother and his man. So they all got
a show as we walked in. Of course, she had left all her
stuff in the car, she ran out and jumped in the car and
drove off. I tried calling to apologize but she
wouldn't talk to me as she thought I had planned it
with my roommate being home. The next week was awkward
as during the first break she showed up in my office
and stripped down to her bikini and served me tea but
wouldn't say a word to me. This continued for the rest
of the week.

Now my ex-girlfriend, Kelly, stops by about once a week
for lunch so on Friday I came out and she was waiting
for me in the reception area talking to Brenda. At
lunch she tells me that she talked to Brenda and heard
about the bet, she laughed and asked why Brenda would
make such a bet with me as Kelly knew about my tennis
s*******s. I told her that Brenda had no idea about my
tennis and I explained how the bet came about. Kelly
was not as amused as I was about what had happened,
telling me that I was evil and that I should watch out
as Brenda was quite upset with me. Brenda had told
Kelly that she was quite shy and that the only reamister
she went through with the bet was that she fancied me.

A couple of weeks went by, I had apologized to Brenda
and she started talking to me again, I tried asking her
out to dinner but she turned me down. I guess she was
still hurt. I moved my attentions over to our
purchasing assistant Cara who had been with the company
for about 3 months. I started flirting with her and
found out that she lived in my neighborhood. I managed
to talk her into giving me a ride home one day as it
was raining outside.

I noticed a gym bag in her backseat so I asked where
she was going. She mentioned that she had been planning
on running that night but with the rain she was going
to give it a pass. Through some more talking I found
out that she was preparing for a half-marathon. I used
to run in college being on the track team. Of course I
used this as information in hoping that by helping her
train that I could get in her good books.

Over the next couple of weeks I went running with her
and while she was in fantastic shape, she didn't know
how to pace herself properly, which is a common problem
with most new long-distance runners. We went for a
couple of lunches together and one lunch she asked me
why I had made Brenda do her dare with the tennis game.
I explained it to her giving my opinion on how it
happened. She looked at me and asked why I had never
tried anything like that with her.

I made a joke of it and told her that I didn't know she
played tennis. She laughed and said that's not what she
meant. Then she pouted and asked if maybe it was
because I didn't want to see her naked, that she didn't
have as big of breasts as Brenda. Now Cara was gorgeous
but was quite petite. I assured her that wasn't the
case and that any guy would love to see her naked,
especially me.

She asked me if I wanted to place a similar bet with
her in regards to running. I told her that I knew that
I would win that bet, and she smiled and told me that
maybe she wanted to lose the bet. So I told her that we
would do a 10 mile run and that the loser would have to
spend all day naked with the winner, making them lunch
and dinner and I added hopefully breakfast the next
morning.

She laughed and told me that that wasn't good enough.
She wanted the bet to be that the loser had to strip
and stay naked all that day and would have to
masturbate for the winner. Now she wanted a 1/4 mile
head start. I knew from practicing with her that I
would win so I wasn't too concerned about the
masturbating part, or the being naked right afterwards.
Now I am just 5 inches long hard and circumcised but
have a mushroom head, but I am only about 2 inches when
soft and the thick head makes my shaft look small but
after strenuous exercise everything seems to shrink.

A couple of days later we head out to the countryside
and marked out the distance on the run. She left her
car at the finish line and her roommate drove us back
to the places we marked out our starting lines. I found
out later that the roommate had left right afterwards
to pick up Brenda, Kelly and Joanne (the manager's
permisteral secretary) and brought them to Care's car
where they hid.

They also got Brian, my assistant, Kao, Care's boss and
Kato's girlfriend to follow them in their car.

As you can all guess it turns out that Cara was quite
the runner and that the girls had set me up to get back
at me for the tennis incident. I didn't realize this
until midway through the race when I was about 100
yards back of Cara. I was thinking that I should have
caught her by now. She looked over her shoulder and
waved at me and started to speed up. I grinned thinking
that she had finally screwed up and that I would catch
her in the next mile.

By about the 7th mile I still hadn't caught her and she
was bout 250 yards ahead of me. I was starting to get
nervous as the first possibilities of me losing started
to enter my mind. By the 8th mile I had only made up
about 50 yards on her.

I made a mistake; I picked up the pace and managed to
catch her in the next 1/2 mile. I passed her, but had
no energy left to maintain that pace, I dropped back
down to the old pace and maintained my lead of about 20
yards. Only 1 and a half miles to go. I kept looking
over my shoulder and she was always there and I was
starting to fade. My paces were no longer even. I
started wavering left and right. I had to slow down; I
looked behind and saw that Cara was starting to fade.

I thought here's my chance, I could slow down and still
beat her. I could see the car about 1/2 a mile down the
road. I grinned but then I could hear Cara breathing, I
looked over my shoulder and she was about 5 yards
behind me and catching me, I sped up and was almost
sprinting when Cara passed me. I knew with only about
150 yards to go that I would not catch her.

She beat me by about 40 yards which is quite a close
race over 10 miles but she beat me. The last 50 yards
all I could think about was having to masturbate in
front of this woman. I was trying to think of ways to
get out of this bet, maybe putting off until tomorrow
and promising her more, I didn't want her to see my
shriveled penis and small balls. Even thinking about I
could feel the balls pulling themselves into my body
even further. I hadn't noticed until that point the
feeling of the head of my penis rubbing against the
mesh fabric of my shorts. I looked down at myself as I
crossed the finish line and couldn't even see a hint of
my penis.

She looked over at me, still panting and made a motion
for me to take off my shirt. I went over to grab a
bottle of water from her car and Cara grabbed my hands
and stopped me. She told me to get naked and start
wanking. I told her I would masturbate for her later
that day, and she called me a cheater and went on how I
would have expected her to keep her side of the bet.

Then she told me not to worry, maybe I wasn't the type
of man that she thought I was. She went on about how
she couldn't think of screwing someone she didn't think
kept his word. I almost did the smart thing and passed
on the chance to fuck Cara but I hadn't had some for
about a month and figured that at least she would see
it hard in a couple of seconds and she might forget how
shriveled it looked right then. So I took off my shirt,
the reached for my shorts.

She grabbed my hand and told me to take off my shoes
and socks first as she wanted me completely naked. I
handed her those and she walked to her car and threw
them inside. I didn't realize it but she grabbed a
camera from the car. She walked back and asked me to
toss her my shorts.

I pulled down my shorts and while covering myself with
one hand, tossed the shorts to her. She asked me why I
was covering myself as the bet said to get naked. So I
removed my hand and she started laughing. That's when I
noticed something in her hand. I walked up to her to
grab the camera when the car doors opened and Kelly,
Brenda and Joane came out. I stopped and looked at
them.

Kelly just smiled at me and said, "I told you girls
it's tiny. Just look at it, it can't even hang down
over his tiny balls."

I was trying to cover myself when Kao and Brian grabbed
my hands after coming out of the bush from behind me. A
strange girl came up. (Kato's girlfriend Lori who I
hadn't met before) and bent down on to her knees. She
flicked the head of my penis with her finger and
laughed. "It's so cute" she said, "it just bounces
back." Brenda had grabbed the camera and started taking
picture of me while I struggled with Brian and Kao.
Cara had joined them and was using her legs to spread
my legs further out. Meanwhile Brenda got right up
close and took some more pictures. I think my cock got
even smaller, I looked down and through the light blond
pubic hair, all I could see was the head of my penis.

"I think it's trying to disappear," Cara said looking
over my shoulder. Brenda got up and laughed. She told
me she wanted to get some pictures of me standing by
myself naked. She told everyone that I wouldn't run
because she would then be powerd to send the pictures
to everyone at work. There are over 800 employees at my
company including my aunt and my cousin.

I thought I would make the best of it and stopped
struggling. I told her that I was still sorry about
what had happened at my place and that if she needed to
do this to get back at me that I was okay with it. They
let me go and I stood there while Brenda took a couple
of pictures then had Cara take a couple of pictures
with Brenda holding my cock in between her finger and
thumb. She then gave it a very hard squeeze and told me
that it was time to finish with the bet and to start
pulling it for all it was worth which isn't much she
added.

I told her that she had her fun and that I was leaving.
She laughed and said, you leave and I will put these
pictures up right next to pictures of her naked six
year old mister and let everyone at work vote on who had
the bigger penis. She then reminded me that part of job
was doing photo editing and that she could make mine
look even smaller than it actually was and how was I
going to prove otherwise, by showing everyone one at
work that I actually had a 1 1/2" penis compared to a
1" penis.

I stood back and started playing with myself. The girls
all laughed and giggled and made some jokes about
babies and pins. I couldn't seem to get hard. Cara
walked up, laughing and told me that maybe she could
help and she flashed me her boobs, immediately
afterwards Brain walked up and dropped his pants in
front of me showing everyone a huge uncut soft cock
that looked about 7 inches long swinging between his
legs. Maybe the sight of a real cock gets him hard he
said. And of course my cock started responding at that
time. This put the girls into another round of
laughter. "He's gay for big cock" Joanne yelled.

"Keep pulling," Brenda added.

After about five minutes I finally came, it was
actually quite a bit. I started walking over to the car
when Brenda asked me where I was going. I told her I
was going to get my clothes. She told me not a chance,
that I was supposed to be naked all day and that I
would be walking home. I started arguing with her but
she wasn't budging. She finally relented only if I
would let her measure me while soft and while hard.
Little did I know that Care's roommate was videotaping
this from Care's car, I never saw her the entire time.

Kelly came out with a string and a 6" inch ruler. I
told you we didn't need anything longer but you didn't
believe me she said to the girls. At that time, soft I
was 1 5/8" long and 13/8" in diameter at the shaft and
2 5/8" around the head. I told you it looked like a
mushroom cap. Brenda grabbed my penis and said don't
get the wrong idea. I don't plan on flossing with your
tiny thing. I just want to get it hard so I can
measure.

She started really tugging on it. I thought she was
trying to rip it off. My cock got semi hard, having
just come once, and being savagely tugged on it didn't
get to its full size, but it was sticking out and
Brenda grabbed the string. She called out the
measurements, more for the benefit of the camera then
for us as we could all see the ruler. I was 4" even
long and 2 7/8" around the shaft and 3 1/4" around the
head.

They started making comments about Guinness book of
records and Brenda squeezed my balls, "Well it looks
like there might be another little drizzle in there
left."

I told her to fuck off.

"Just when I thought about being nice to you" she
responded, "Well let's leave the little baby for his
walk home"

With that said they started walking to the car. Kao and
his girlfriend walked around the corner and got their
car and Kelly and Cara hopped in with them. Cara looked
back at me and said, "I hope you have learnt never to
do that again. Maybe next time you will leave my sister
in law alone."

Turns out Care's brother is married to Kelly's sister
and that Kelly had helped in getting Cara her job with
the company.

Brenda rolled down the window and honked as they drove
by me. I thought at least I am alone now and for the
most part the road is deserted and it's only the last
mile through town that I had to worry about.

About a mile later I saw Brenda and the car. She told
me that she would drive me home if I masturbated for
them again. I told her no, that she had had her fun and
that I had already dropped a large enough load for her.
She laughed, "You call that a large load, that was
about a quarter of what most guys shoot."

I just ignored her. Brian leaned over and whispered
into her ear. She called back to me. "Sean, Brian here
will show you what a real load looks like."

I'm not interested I told her.

"Well, if you don't want me to send out a copy of the
video tape of me measuring your small penis and you
masturbating for us to the entire company and all of
our vendors and clients than you find out what a real
load looks like."

That stopped me. I walked back to the car. Brian had
his pants down and was stroking his large cock. Brenda
leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Go and find out
what a real load is, suck his cock."

I pulled back when Kelly spoke up, "Come one Sean, I
know you have always wanted to, it's one of your
fantasies."

I looked back at her shocked, I had never told her
anything like that.

"Come on Sean, I know you go to those cuckold websites,
and read all those stories about cheating wives and
submissive husbands, it's one of the reamisters we broke
up. I knew then that I couldn't live that lifestyle but
you can and here is your opportunity."

"Come on Sean," Brenda added, "Brian's waiting or do
you want me to mass email all the pictures and video.
How long do you think you would last in this industry?
You would have to start all over again."

I dropped to my knees and saw Brian sneer; I took his
cock into my mouth.

It didn't take long for him to get up to full length,
although we didn't measure, I am sure it was at least 8
½” long and more than twice as thick as mine. I found
out what a real load was like, I also found out what
face fucking was as Brian pounded it in and out of my
mouth.

They videotaped that as well.

Now every Saturday I am over at Brenda's with her
friends, sometimes Kelly comes over. Cara is always
over there. Brian hasn't shown up once but he does make
snide remarks in the office. Most of the women in the
office have seen the picture of Brenda holding my small
penis in between her thumb and finger and they giggle
sometimes while pointing at my groin.

Brenda usually has me masturbate for her and her
friends while they have a take and I make them dinner
in the nude, then they usually go out to the pub to
pick up some real cocks as they like to tell me. The
last time they left me tied up on a kitchen chair
facing the open window with my cock stretched out with
a rubber band and tied to coffee table leg so I
wouldn't try moving the chair out of the way, it made
my cock look extremely skinny and that was the sight
when the girls came back with a couple of guys they
picked up. One was an old school chum of mine.

Once they had me go with them and expose myself to some
women in the pubs. Another time at a company function
Brenda blackmailed me into masturbating in my car, I
know that a couple of the woman at work watched from
the dark parking lot.

They always have the videotape and pictures to keep me
in line.

Brenda now wants me to suck off her boyfriend whenever
he is in the mood as she doesn't like giving head. He's
actually pretty skinny but quite long. She keeps
mentioning that he has the perfect cock for ass
fucking; I hope it doesn't come to that.

END

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Swap Gone Bad


I wanted my wife to swing and I got more than I
bargained for. Much of this story is true.

My beautiful wife Sandy (32) and I (34) moved to the
Midwest so I could get the promotion with my company.
She is a cute, very hot looking brunette 5''7" with a
36-24-36 figure and a cute turned up nose. I am an
average looking guy, 5'8" with a medium build. She is
very conservative when it comes to sex (at least she
used to be) and likes sex only in a "romantic"
environment, (she was virgin when we married).

Even then she prefers the missionary position and
though we have tried oral sex she didn’t like it at all
- she considered it "dirty." I on the other hand I am a
sex addict - I am always thinking of it, I fantasize
about group sex, etc. all the time. I have tried to get
her to be more experimental but she is a real prude. I
have gotten her takes and talked a bit about swapping
(my passion-fantasy) but she only seems to humor me
even then. I did get her to 69 with me once when she
was takes but that was as wild as it got.

She left her job to accommodate our move and my
promotion. We got to meet some of the other managers
when we arrived and were invited to Chuck & Angie's for
dinner to get acquainted with them. Chuck was the
senior manager in my new office. We had a very nice
dinner, met two other couples who worked with the
company and ended the evening with Chuck and Angie
inviting us to come over again the next weekend. Chuck
was a tall 6'2" good looking guy, about 34, and Angie
was a 5'8" blonde beauty. She had a knockout figure and
didn't mind showing it off in a tight knit dress.

Sandy and I were getting dressed to go out the next
Friday night when Chuck called to say his babysitter
had agreed to keep their kid overnight so they wondered
if we might want to go out for a movie and dinner.
"Sure," I said, anxious to please - "What should we
wear?"

"Oh, just business casual - Angie will probably wear a
dress, just because she likes them." he said. (I'll bet
she does - she is a show off all right) There is new
movie at the art theatre we would like to see - a
little racy but in good taste - does that sounds OK
with you.

"Fine - we'll be there in a half hour or so " I said.
We continued to dress but up scaled our clothes a
little bit. Sandy wore a very nice miniskirt (not too
short) and blouse while I wore slacks and a silk shirt.
Sandy looked very nice though her usual conservative
self.

When we got to their place we parked our car and rode
with them to the movie. Chuck and I rode in front and
the girls rode in back (his idea). When we got their we
realized that the movie was about a couple who were
experimenting with an "open marriage" for the first
time.

There were some pretty sexy scenes, including a 3-way
with the couple and another girl, and one with two
couples who got naked during a strip-poker game and
eventually swapped partners (my dream! - this was a
very good sign for me though Sandy seemed very
uncomfortable watching it in front of them). At one
point Angie and Sandy went to the ladies room and Sandy
seemed a little less anxious when they returned.

During the movie I couldn't help notice that Chuck had
his hand up Angie’s dress for awhile and she had her
hand in his lap, (it looked like she was rubbing his
crotch). I slid my hand under Sandy’s skirt but she
kept her legs together and wouldn't let me get my hand
into her panties. I went out to the restroom myself
(after my hard on went down between scenes) to take a
leak and Chuck decided to come out there at the same
time.

We were standing at the urinals taking a leak when
Chuck said, "Have you and Sandy ever thought of
swapping before?"

"Well, I sure have but Sandy has always said no way," I
said.

"Would you like us to try to encourage her to try it?
Angie and I are in the lifestyle and have found it very
rewarding - great for our sex life," said Chuck.

"Sure, you would be doing me a big favor if you could
talk her into it," I answered.

He just smiled and said, "OK - lets just see what
happens."

We went to dinner at a local steak house and our
conversation ranged from work to the movie we had seen.
"I hope you don't think the movie was too racy - do
you?" asked Chuck.

"On no, it was fine," I said. "I thought it was pretty
hot actually, I didn't know they had that kind of movie
at that theatre."

"Well," said Angie, "Chuck and I are pretty open minded
about that kind of thing, we actually have visited a
swinger club once, just to see what it was like. Are
you OK with it Sandy?"

"Um, yes, I guess so, though Gary and I have never done
anything like that before. We are pretty conservative
when it comes to that, but we don't have any problem
with it though, for other people" said Sandy, not
wanting to offend them. (well, I guess it could have
been worse - her attitude I mean. at least she didn't
speak totally against it). "

When we got back to their house they asked us to come
in for a take and we all sat down in their family
room. It was very nice, with a big screen TV and
fantastic sound system. Angie got us all takes and
Chuck asked if we would be interested in watching a
movie he had on tape which was a little like the one we
had seen earlier, saying it was one of his favorites. I
looked over at Sandy and she raised her eyebrows a bit
and shrugged her shoulders, more or less leaving it up
to me.

"Sure, If you like it I'm sure we will too," I said.

"Great," said Chuck, and he walked over to put the tape
in the player. Angie got up and pulled the coffee table
from the center of the room and threw some pillows on
the floor - "It's really comfortable to sit on the
floor next to the couch and watch movies - come on and
sit down here you guys." We joined her on the floor
with our takes and awaited the movie while Chuck
turned down the lights.

Like he said, the movie was about a couple who were
having trouble with their sex life (him mostly) and
went to a sex counselor to seek help. The counselor, a
really hot chick, suggested a surrogate experiment
where she would see if she could get him over the
problem by helping him out in the bedroom. The wife was
involved too, as an observer, so there was no
"cheating" thing going on.

Anyway, it was pretty hot, lots of oral sex and finally
a 3way which was very erotic. I watched Sandy during
the early part of the movie and she seemed a little
embarrassed but didn't say anything negative. We got a
couple more takes during the movie. Chuck and Angie
started making out during the movie and he had her
dress worked up to her waist when he laid her back on a
pillow and rolled over between her legs. They were to
my back but Sandy was obviously watching them as well
as the movie.

I slid my hand between Sandy’s legs and up her skirt
and soon discovered that she was getting very worked up
- no matter how she appeared on the outside. Her
panties were soaking wet and her pussy was steaming! I
spread her legs and slipped my hand under her panties
so I could slide two fingers inside of her. I started
fingering her pussy and she began to push against my
hand, so I rolled her on her back and got between her
legs.

She continued to watch them and when I looked over I
could see that Chuck had his pants down around his ass
and was pumping Angie pretty good (that’s what got
Sandy going I guess). I undid my pants and slid them
down so I could get my prick out and pulled Sandy’s
pants aside so I could slip it into her hot moist
pussy. God it felt good - I was horny as hell!

With all this sex going on I was ready to explode in
her in just a matter of minutes. I made out with her
while we were fucking and after I finished I continued
to kiss and fondle her. She continued to look over at
them occasionally, watching the action of Chuck fucking
Angie.

Finally Chuck started grunting and it looked like he
was cumming or about to cum, when he turned his back to
us and seemed to pull out of her. She scooted down so
her head was at his waist and was obviously sucking his
cock. He continued to make noises and was obviously
being cleaned up by Angie’s mouth.

We all came, and kind of collapsed on the pillows,
pulled up/down our clothes and took a break. Chuck went
out to get us all new takes and returned with a big
smile on his face. Sandy excused herself to go to the
bathroom before he returned and when he came back in
the room he kind of winked at me, handed Angie and I
our takes and sat on the couch. When Sandy returned he
handed her her take and she sat down on a pillow next
to me.

"Well, I guess you can see why Angie and I like that
movie," said Chuck.

"Yeah, it was pretty hot, it sure got us all worked up
didn't it," I said.

"Do you two think you might be interested in doing some
experimenting like they did the movie we saw earlier?
asked Angie. (She looked directly at Sandy when she
asked the question.)

"Well, I'm not sure," said Sandy, "I don't want to do
anything we will regret in the morning, you know?"

"Oh yes, of course" said Angie, "I understand
completely. We are very discreet about these things,
and would certainly respect any limits you two might
have. We had some very good friends that we would meet
with occasionally for several years but they moved away
some time ago. Chuck asked me how I felt about you guys
after you came over last week and we both agreed that
we liked you very much. If you don't feel comfortable
with it we understand completely, we just thought you
would be a couple we would like to get to know better."

Sandy responded, "Well, I must agree that we both like
you two a lot and if we were to do it, it would be nice
to try it with someone like you." (Holy cuckolds brownie! I thought
- Sandy was actually considering it) "If we were to
want to try it how would we go about it?"

Angie replied, "We all seem to like the kind of movies
we have been watching so we could simply turn down the
lights and watch another one - and see what happens."
Sandy looked at me for my approval. I smiled, shrugged
my shoulders and nodded my approval so she said: "OK,
lets have another take and give it a try." (Inwardly I
was ecstatic, this thing looked like it was really
going to happen!)

Chuck got another tape from the cabinet and put it into
the player. He turned the lights down even further and
proceeded to sit down on a pillow next to Sandy.
Meanwhile Angie got us all another take and came back
to sit on the floor on the other side of the room. She
motioned for me to join her there, which I did. As the
movie began I could see Chuck place his hand on Sandy’s
thigh.

She just sat there, relaxing on the pillow and leaning
back against the couch. Angie then put her hand on my
leg and a jolt of adrenaline shot through me, stopping
for a moment at my prick. This movie started out with a
couple in their car on the way to an orgy. They were
discussing what they would do when they got there.
Angie set down her take reached out to pull me toward
her and stuck her tongue in my mouth. (Wow, not only
was she beautiful, she was really horny).

I kissed her back and we sank down on the pillows in an
embrace. "Why don't we go into the other room," she
whispered in my ear. We got up and walked down the hall
to the guest bedroom, went in and closed the door
behind us. As we walked down the hall I looked over my
shoulder and saw Chuck rolling over between Sandy’s
legs, her skirt was up around her waist.

The room was dark and Angie held me when I entered and
we rolled onto the bed. We started making out pretty
intensely and before long I had one of her nipples in
my mouth and was lying on top of her between her legs.
My hands tremred as I slid her dress up to her waist
and discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties at
all.

I squirmed down to put my head between her legs and
then remembered that she had just finished getting
fucked by Chuck. So, I kissed her just above her pussy
and returned to her breasts. She reached down and
started to undo my pants, so I got up on my knees,
undid them and pulled them down before I laid back on
top of her, placing my cock against her pussy. (God, I
couldn't believe I was about to fuck Chuck’s beautiful
wife. This was a dream come true.)

I rose up on my hands and slid my swollen cock into her
steamy wet pussy. She was soaking wet, so much so that
I slid in without hardly feeling the walls of her
vagina. (After all she had been fucked a little earlier
and was sloppy wet in there). I was so hot and excited
about what was happening that I was actually trembling
all over as I began to pump my cock back and forth in
her pussy. Oh my god - after just a few strokes I could
feel it coming - my orgasm.

Damn, I couldn't hold back, cuckolds brownie, I shot my load into
her in less than 30 seconds! I tried not to show it and
I continued to pump my cock into her, (hoping she
wouldn't notice), for another 30 seconds but I started
to shrink and couldn't keep it up. She looked up at me
and asked, "Is that it?"

"Gosh," I said, "I guess I was more nervous than I
thought. I'm sorry."

"That’s OK," she said, but she did not sound at all
sincere.

Just as I got up off Angie, before I pulled up my
pants, while Angie was straightening her dress, Chuck
and Sandy opened the door and burst in with big smiles
on their faces. "How’s it going?" asked Chuck.

"We aren't quite dressed yet," I said, surprised and
obviously annoyed at the interruption.

"Oh, wow, sorry about that," said Chuck as he and Sandy
quickly backed out of the room and closed the door. I
really felt very self conscious, here I had just shot
my wad in 30 seconds while fucking this beautiful
woman, I'm pulling up my pants with my wanger hanging
out and my wife and Chuck come barging into the room.
If I hadn't cum so fast I would have been in her when
the opened the door - is that what he was trying to do?
And, I was very embarrassed that I was such a bad lover
for Angie – (what must she think of me?).

After getting dressed we went back into the family room
where Chuck and Sandy were sitting and having a take.
"Let me get you guys a take," said Chuck, who walked
into the other room. "I'll give him a hand" said Angie,
who followed him. I sat next to Sandy and she looked at
me and asked: "Well, how was it for you?"

"Oh it was fine," I said, not wanting her to know what
a mess I had made of the greatest opportunity I ever
had for an encounter like this.

"How was it for you?"

"Well, I am so glad you decided to have us try this
out," said Sandy. "It was absolutely wonderful! Now I
know why Chuck has such a reputation, he is Huge! And
he was very nice - a very considerate lover. He
actually touched places I didn't know I had."

(If possible I felt even more crushed by the events of
the evening - here was my prim little prude wife
telling me how she loved being fucked by a huge cock. I
was shocked and at the same time strangely excited at
the mental image).

When Chuck and Sandy returned she handed me my take
and sat down next to Chuck. "Listen, you two have had
quite a few takes, why don't you plan to spend the
night in our guest room rather than drive home," said
Chuck. I looked at Sandy and she nodded so we agreed to
spend the night. "Great," said Chuck, "Let me see what
is on TV." He turned on the TV and found a late night
show so we all stared at the screen for a while. (I was
still feeling humiliated about my sexual failure with
Angie but was strangely turned on by the recurring
thought of Chuck plowing his cock into my wife).

I saw Angie whisper something to Chuck out of the
corner of my eye and shortly afterward he looked at us
and said: "Hey guys, you remember the movie we saw
earlier where there was a 3some between the guy and the
two girls?"

"Sure," I said after looking at Sandy and seeing her
confirming nod. "Well, Sandy and I were talking and she
tells me that she didn't quite have and orgasm when you
two were together earlier. I guess you were a little
nervous or something, and then we barged in on you." (I
looked sheepishly at Sandy hoping he wouldn't say
more).

"Well, anyway, Angie and I were thinking it might be
fun for her, Sandy and I to try it out and see to it
that she goes to relax tonight after having been
sexually satisfied - with you there of course."

Angie smiled and looked over at Sandy, as did I and
Sandy looked first at Angie and then at me and said
"What do you think honey - would you mind?" (I had to
do something here to try and save face - and if I was
there I might be able to get in on the action)

"Well, uh, OK I guess so," I said.

"Fantastic," said Chuck. "Why don’t we all go into our
bedroom then."

Chuck led the way to their bedroom which was very
impressive. It must have been 20x40 with a large round
bed on a platform at one end and a sitting
area/entertainment area at the other. The bed had a red
satin spread on it and the other end of the room had a
large projection TV facing the center of the room and a
couple of couches that looked like they opened into
double beds.

Across from the double doors into the bedroom was the
master bath, with a huge 4 permister jacuzzi that
overlooked the room. "Why don't we all get into the
jacuzzi and freshen up," said Chuck as he and Angie
headed for the tub.

They stripped off their clothes and stepped in, "Well,
are you two going to join us?" he said. (When they
turned around to step into the tub I saw his cock for
the first time. Damn, he was huge, at least 8-10 inches
Soft, and he was built like a bodybuilder or gymnast.
How in the world did my prissy little wife take that
big horse cock?)

Sandy and I looked at each other and walked over to the
tub, where we set down our takes and took off our
clothes. Sandy got in first and sat next to Chuck,
Angie was on his other side. I stepped in and sat
across from them. I was a little self-conscious about
my small cock (its thin and only about 3" soft/Hard
5") but there wasn't anything I could do about it -
everyone there had seen it except Chuck.

"I really appreciate your OK Gary, for us to try this
3some. Angie is really horny tonight and I know this
will help to calm her down, so to speak."

"Oh, no problem, I'm just sorry I couldn't have helped
her out earlier - I just guess this new experience kind
of spooked me," I said, (trying to give justification
for failing to satisfy Angie).

"Oh don't feel bad about it hon," said Angie. " I am
used to a really big cock like Chuck's, and there
aren't too many guys who can measure up to him, as you
probably noticed. By the way, how do you feel about
going down on a girl like me? I really like that but
you didn't seem to want to earlier."

"Oh, jeez," I said, "I love oral sex, I actually
started to do that but then I remembered that Chuck and
you had done it earlier and I kinda backed off."

"Gosh, I wish I had known that was your problem," she
said, "You see Chuck often stops just before he
finishes so I can finish him with my mouth."

"Oh, I see," was all I could say.

While we were sitting in the jacuzzi I couldn't help
notice that Chuck reached over and took Sandy's hand to
place it at his crotch. I couldn't quite see what was
going on because of the jacuzzi bubbles but I know she
didn't pull her hand away. After we finished our takes
Chuck stood up and said, OK lets go over to the bed
girls. They all stood up and dried off.

Angie helped Sandy dry off, taking care of her back and
butt - and then all walked over to the big round bed.
Chuck got up in the middle of the bed and laid back on
some pillows while the two girls got on either side of
him. (It seemed very odd watching my wife lie next to
this big hunk of a man and spread her legs to throw one
of them over his leg and start playing with the hair on
his chest.

Angie reached for his cock and started working it with
her hand and it soon started to firm up. Meanwhile I
got out of the tub and dried off before wrapping myself
with a towel and walking over to sit in a chair near
the bed so I could watch the action (and maybe become
part of it).

Chuck put his arm around Sandy and pulled her up to him
so he could kiss her passionately. She responded by
crushing her mouth against his and it was obvious their
tongues were in each other’s mouth. He reached for her
breast and then moved his mouth to it so he could suck
it and work the nipple between his teeth. She started
to moan (she never liked it when I did this) and he
moved his hand between her legs.

She parted them and he slid a couple of fingers into
her. She started humping his hand as they kissed and he
finger fucked her. (God, seeing my wife in this
situation was really getting me turned on - I don't
quite understand why but I was getting a hard on
watching my wife and this big Adonis of a man - I
really envied him). Meanwhile, Angie had moved her head
to Chucks lap and was licking his now bulging 11-inch
hard-on while she was jacking it with her hands.

Angie looked over at me as I was watching them and
said, "Well Gary, if you'd really like to go down on me
this would be a good time." I jumped up off the chair
and went to the bed where she was lying. "Lie here for
me babe," said Angie, guiding me to the foot of the
bed. She had me lie on my back and positioned herself
over my head, then lowered herself so her pussy was
directly above my mouth.

"Ok Hon, let’s see what you got." I raised my head and
stuck my tongue in her pussy, which was very warm and
wet, and began to lap at her juices. I reached around
and grabbed her ass and started fucking her with my
tongue, nibbling at her clit and doing everything I
could to redeem myself. It seemed to be working because
she started to moan and press her cunt to my face,
humping my mouth and even let out a little squeal.

"Oh yes," she said, "now I know what your talent is -
you my dear are the pussy eater - I think Ill call you
Pussy-Mouth. Yes, that’s it, you have the mouth to
entertain my pussy - You may have a little boys prick
but you have a great mouth!" (I don't think I like the
nickname she gave me but I sure felt good that I found
a way to please her sexually. I felt a lot better about
myself.)

While Angie was riding my mouth she reached out, took
my hard wet 5" prick in her hand and started jacking
me. I was pretty worked up and it felt really good - I
wasn't expecting it but I appreciated it. She was
really humping my tongue now and jacking my cock to the
same rhythm - holy cuckolds brownie, I felt it coming, I was going
to cum... Wow, I couldn't hold back and shot my load
right on my own stomach. Angie slowed down and lifted
her pussy from my mouth a little.

"How did you like that babe?" she asked.

"Oh god - it was good," I said, "I just wish I could
have finished up inside of you."

"Well, don't worry about that honey, your cute little
boy-penis is a waste of time when it comes to
satisfying me - you need to concentrate on your oral
s*******s." With that she scooped up some of my cum from
my belly in her hand and brought it to her mouth. She
stuck her tongue in it to taste it. "Your spunk tastes
good though - here try some," she said, as she put her
hand to my mouth.

I was shocked but she wouldn't take no for an answer
and when I opened my mouth to say something she stuck
her cum soaked fingers in my mouth. "What do you
think?" she asked. "Well, uh, I guess it's OK" I said.
(It actually tasted very much like her pussy) She
smiled "I knew you would like it."

While this was going on, unknown to me, my wife had
decided to get on top of Chucks cock and fuck her
brains out. When I got out from under Angie I realized
that I was only about 3 feet away from my wife’s ass
which was bobbing up and down on Chucks cock.

"Oh yes Chuck," she said "I can't tell you how much I
love this cock of yours - I have never in my life felt
like this, never knew this could be so good! Fuck me
baby - Fuck me good!"

(Holy cuckolds brownie - I was actually watching my wife ride this
humongous, fantastic cock only a couple of feet from
her. She is moaning and squealing like a street slut.)

"Oh yes, I've never been touched there before, I’m
cumming again!" she shouted as Angie and I watched from
the foot of the bed.

"He's really good at this isn't he?" Angie asked me. "I
guess so - I have never seen her like this in her life
– I’m a little jealous to tell you the truth," I said.

She grabbed my arm and urged me to get up and kneel
beside her on the bed right in back of Angie. We could
hear Chuck grunting and it seemed that he too was
getting close. "Watch this" said Angie as she leaned
forward and whispered in Sandy’s ear. (I guess she was
planning to finish him off like she had earlier.) Sandy
held her breath and raised herself up off of Chuck’s
still hard cock, which made a whoosh/plop sound when
the head came out.

Angie immediately grabbed his big slippery cock and
began to jack it off with her right hand. She put her
left arm around me, pulled me to her and French kissed
me, sticking her tongue halfway down my throat. I must
say I liked it and returned the favor. When our kiss
broke she turned to look at Chucks cock which was
thrusting up to match the motion of her hand.

Chuck let out a moan and her left hand moved from my
shoulder to the back of my neck. She seemed to be
pulling me forward, toward her and Chuck's cock and I
turned my head to look at her at the same time I pushed
back against her hand. She leaned toward me and
whispered in my ear, "I want you to go with this Gary.
I promise you that you won't be sorry - I'll make it
worth your while."

I looked at her curiously, but stopped resisting her -
since she was going to make it worth my while - and let
her pull me down with her towards Chucks cock. Just
then he let out a load moan "OH yes!" he shouted, and
with Angie’s hand continuing to jack his huge cock, he
began spurting hot white cum, directly at our faces.

I opened my mouth in shock and one spurt actually went
right in my mouth. Others hit me in the forehead, one
eye, and all over my face and hair. He shot an enormous
amount of cum. Angie let go of his cock and began to
wipe his cum from different parts of my face, and put
her hand in my mouth making me taste his cum. I was
dumbfounded - how in the world did this happen?

But before I could think about it she once again put
her left hand behind my head and her right hand around
his cock and guided it toward my mouth. "Oh no..." I
started to say, but as I opened my mouth to object she
pushed it onto his cock, shoving the head between my
lips.

"Go ahead and suck it Gary," she whispered to me,
"You're going to like this, it's really hot - trust me,
I'll teach you to do it like I do."

I stopped resisting, (her voice had a strange way of
convincing me to do anything she wanted) and welcomed
his cock in my mouth. The feel of the smooth yet firm
head was very intoxicating. He tasted good, and though
I couldn't take very much in my mouth I worked hard to
get as much in as I could.

"Yes, work it in and out - and jack him at the same
time," Angie whispered in my ear. He started to move up
and down in a fucking motion and it felt completely
natural, if not extraordinary, to have this perfect
speciman of a cock in my mouth.

"That’s is baby," whispered Angie, "I know I called you
pussy mouth for a reamister - you are a natural cocksucker
– aren’t you?"

I could only grunt because my mouth was very full of
cock. I sucked him for a while and then completed the
job of cleaning his cock of cum, licking his cock and
balls.

"Wow" said Sandy - "Honey, are you gay? You seemed to
like that a lot."

"N-No" I stuttered, "I don't understand it myself but
Angie just got me all worked up and kind of pushed me
into it. I don't like guys at all - I just got wrapped
up in the erotic aspect of it I guess."

"That’s OK Gary," said Chuck, "You're probably bisexual
just like Angie, there is nothing wrong with that.
Don't get after him Sandy, we just need to all
understand each others needs and to satisfy them as
best we can."

"OK," said Sandy, looking at Angie, "I understand
completely."

Angie motioned to me that we should go into the other
room and I followed her to the kitchen where we got a
take. "If you really are bi like me I think that’s
great - we can have some fun with or without the
others," said Angie.

"Well, I never thought I was bi but you got me so hot
in there that I really liked touching and sucking on
Chuck's cock along with you," I said.

"Sometimes you never know what might turn you on. I
have some very off beat fantasies which I have yet to
experience myself," said Angie.

"Oh yes - like what?" I said - hoping I could help her
out with them.

"Well, I have one fantasy that I have been dying to
try. It involves me meeting a sexy girl in a bar who
turns out to be a guy." We have some wild sex when I
find out and make love all night."

"Gosh, that sounds hot - but I don't think I could help
you with that one. I said. "Oh on the contrary, said
Angie "If you would just let me make you up in a
costume we could do the whole role play. It would be
fun - I believe I am getting a little wet just thinking
about it. Won't you please consider it?"

(gosh I thought, a chance to make love to her all night
long - really turns her on... this could be great).
"What would I have to do?" I said.

"Just let me make you up as sexy girl, you know, some
makeup and clothes, to set the mood when we 'meet' at
the bar, which we can do here at our bar of course. You
wouldn't have to go outside or anything," said Angie.

"Well, OK I guess, we would make love right?" I said.

"Oh you better believe it baby, I will be so hot that
you may not survive it," she said.

"Then lets get started," I agreed.

We went into her dressing room ( a huge closet with a
vanity and her clothes). We are about the same size (I
obviously don't have the chest) so I assumed she would
have me wear some of her stuff for our role play. But,
the first thing she wanted to do was go into the tub (A
separate tub from the jacuzzi off the bedroom where
Chuck and Sandy were relaxing)

She got into the tub with me and turned on the shower -
we showered together with some touchy feely stuff but
mostly she soaped me with some scented gel. Afterwards
she sat me on the edge of the tub and proceeded to
shave my legs and pubic area. I started to object but
she insisted that she must do it - it would grow back
after all - she said. Once I was hairless from the
waist down she started picking out my outfit.

I was to be dressed all in black and she was in white.
She started with some lacy satin panties. She got me a
black pair and her a white pair. She slipped them on
herself and helped me with mine - touching me 'there'
as she did so. I was starting to grow in my panties....

She got garter belts, again black and white, and put
them on us followed by thigh high seamed stockings. She
put on a bustier and tied me into a corset. We both but
on leather minis skirts and short sleeve blouses.
Finally, we slipped on high heels. It was now time for
my makeup... Angie plucked my eyebrows, put on my
mascara and eye shadow, blush and of course, lipstick.
She too got dolled up and then we went to the Den where
the bar was located.

I sat down on a barstool and she lowered the lights.
Then she cam in she sat at a barstool near me and
looked over to say "Hi - do you come here often?" "Not
really" I said. Angie continued, "My husband has been
running around and I am very mad right now. If I could
find someone I would cheat on him in a minute."

"Someone as beautiful as you should be able to get
anyone you wanted," I said. "You're sweet, but I am
just very upset right now."

I reached over and put my hand on hers, "If you change
your mind let me know, I would love to help you get
even with him,"

I said. Angie liked what she heard, "If you're serious
lets sit down over here on the couch and discuss this
further," said Angie. We sat on the couch and I slid my
hand around her, pulling her to me and kissing her
passionately.

She responded by doing the same and soon we were lying
on the couch, our stocking covered legs entwined and
getting hot as hell. I reached up under her skirt and
slid a finger into her. She reciprocated and slid her
hand to my crotch. "Mmmm, let me have some of that,"
she said.

We got into a 69 and soon she was humping my mouth and
I was working her clit with my talented mouth. I was
able to give her an orgasm with my mouth and I shot my
load into her mouth at the same time. She got off of me
as we straightened our clothes, and kissed me, passing
my cum into my mouth. (I was starting to like the taste
actually)

Just then we heard a sound and realized that Chuck and
Sandy were behind us - they had been watching. "Looks
like you two are having fun," said Chuck. "I see Gary
has become Mary, just for you Angie."

"Yes," she said "she was great - I think we will make a
very hot foursome from this time forward." (Here I was,
completely in drag, and I was really enjoying the
feelings I was having. I felt good that I could make
Angie cum with my mouth, and the clothes felt so
comfortable on me, so sexy).

"Angie, you know there is one thing you were going to
do that you haven't tried yet - to make it with Sandy.
Why don't you give us a show?" She looked at Sandy and
got up to stand in front of her. She held her and began
kissing her passionately. Sandy kissed her back and
they walked to the bed where they got into a 69
position. I would never have believed my wife would
have sex with another woman, but it was sure hot
watching her.

Chuck sat down on the couch next to me as we watched
the show. It was so hot watching Sandy with her head
between Angie’s legs! She really got into the lesbian
love thing in a big way, moaning and grunting. Chuck
put his arm around me and said "There is something else
we haven’t done yet you know." "What’s that?" I asked.

"I think you know, don't you," said Chuck. He slid his
hand up my stockinged leg, under my skirt and on to my
cock and balls.

My cock stirred as I looked into his eyes. He was
smiling as he put my hand on the bulge in his pants.
When I didn't do anything he undid his own pants and
took out his flaccid 8" cock. He put my hand on it and
said, "I know you like this Mary - you are going to be
my third woman so you really need to get used to it."

I held his cock in my hand and he put his hand behind
my head, pushing me down into his lap. "You want it
don't you?" he asked.

I couldn't deny that it made me very horny to see,
touch and taste it - "Yes," I said.

"Yes what?" he asked.

"Yes, I want it, I like to suck it," I said. With that
he pushed my head down till my lips touched his cock
and I began to lick the head of this massive cock,
running my tongue around the head and shaft. I opened
wide and put my mouth over it, nearly gagging, but soon
I was working it in and out of my mouth and was happy
as it began to grow.

When it was hard Chuck said, "I think it's time to end
your virginity Mary. We need to get you ready to be one
of my women. (God - I was scared - how was I ever going
to take this thing in my ass?) I need to complete your
feminization."

He took his cock from my mouth and stood up, pulling me
up with him. He reached up under my skirt and pulled my
panties down around my knees, turned me around and bent
me over the back of the couch. He pulled a tube of lube
from the end table drawer and squirted it on his cock.

"You will learn to like this Mary, I promise - I'll be
gentle honey," he whispered in my ear.

I felt his cock press against my bung hole. He pushed
it around against me smearing the lube on me, and then
pressed hard against my hole - OWWW!

He pushed the head into me. It hurt like hell and I
screamed out, but he put his hand over my mouth and
stopped as soon as the head was inside me. After a few
minutes he pushed it in an inch or two and then out
again. The next stroke took him in 4 inches and he
gently started fucking me with up to 6 inches of his
cock. Remarkably, I began to get hard and seemed to
like it.

Yes, I did like it - being fucked. I started to push
back against him and he could tell I was getting into
it. "You see, Mary, I told you you’d like it," he said.

"Oh god!" I said, "It really does feel good. I like it,
fuck me Chuck, fuck me!" (I had apparently turned into
a complete slut. I loved Chucks cock inside me, my
mouth my ass, anywhere he wanted to put it. I now
understood why Angie was always so happy.)

"My god," said Sandy who had watched the whole thing,
"I don't believe what a faggot I am married to. Chuck,
I'm not sure what the future holds for the four of us
but I know that this sissy faggot will never get his
little pathetic pee-pee anywhere near my pussy again,
as long as you will take care of me. Is that OK with
you Angie?"

"Sure Hon, but don't forget that I want a little of
that pussy of yours myself once in a while. I don't
worry about Chuck, he has enough cock and sexual
appetite for all three of us," said Angie.

"Mary can take care of our clean-up tasks, don't you
think?"

"Sure," said Sandy. "I think that if we let her do that
though she should be made to play the slutty sissy role
she is suited for on a permanent basis, as Mary, our
cum slut. Can we have her wear these sexy clothes every
time we meet?"

"Sure," said Angie.

"Wait a minute!" I said, "You said you would make this
worth my while? Y-you didn't say anything about this."

"Oh baby, you don't understand, your role in this
foursome is to be our oral servant, to all of us -
since you only have that little clitty-cock that no one
is interested in - and you can't seem to help shooting
your little wad in under one minute, your only use to
us is as our sissy oral slave."

From then on I would wear sexy women’s clothing and
makeup every time we went to their house. Sandy and
Angie would get it on together and with Chuck and I
would always eat the cum from their pussies and his
cock.

If I did a good job the girls would let Chuck fuck me
too. When Chuck and I travel on business I always bring
my things and go to his room after dinner to become his
sex slave. It wasn't what I had in mind when I said I
wanted to swing but I must admit, I am getting a lot of
sex.

"Lick you worthless dick," she told me.

I quickly drove my tongue up to her clit and started
running it up and down on it. It didn't take long
before she came on my mouth as I clean her cunt. Her
asshole was pressed on my nose throughout the ordeal.

"Mom," Dee called out. Since wimpy butt made me show
him my ass and wiggle it for him, I think I should have
a turn at his."

Velma told her she thought it was a good idea and got
off my face.

"Stand up you wimp and turn around," she commanded.
"You are going to wiggle that white hindy of yours till
Miss Dee is pleased.

Quickly I got up and glanced to see lady still bent
over the table. Her ass was a fiery red in back and Dee
was walking over smiling at me as I turned around and
started swinging my ass from side to side.

Slap. Slap.

I felt Dee hand come down on my ass in back.

"Wiggle faster wimp," she commanded.

Slap, slap.

I started shaking my ass wildly in back but no matter
what I did, Dee kept slapping it. She was really
starting to get into this domination thing and
unfortunately for my ass it was going to get her off.

"Wiggle that white ass wimp," she yelled at me
laughing. "I want to see that butt of yours moving.

She kept slapping till I started pleading with her and
begging to serve her knees. I could hear Velma ordering
lady around the house cleaning things up and slapping
her ass or tits every so often.

"Bend over and spread your ass wimp," Dee commanded.

Quickly I did as she requested just thankful for the
chance to ease my sore ass.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Dee roughly shove her finger deep in my
asshole as I cried out in pain.

"Get use to it wimp." Dee scolded at me. "From now on I
can do anything I want to your white ass."

I felt her finger moving roughly inside as I tried to
relax my ass muscles to allow it full access.

"Mom," Dee called out. "I think the wimp likes having
his ass poked."

"Sure he does," Velma called back. "But don't use your
finger dear in his nasty hole. Go get a carrot or
something instead."

"Great idea," Dee yelled out. "Come on wimp, walk to
the kitchen so I can get a nice carrot to shove up your
little hindy hole."

Dee kept her finger jabbing in my asshole as I made my
way into the kitchen with ass spread for her probing.
She made me take a carrot out and suck on it for a
while before giving it to her.

"Ohhhhhhhh," I yelled in pain.

Dee was roughly trying to shove the carrot up my
asshole and wasn't very gently about it at all.

"It's too big. Please mistress," I begged as the pain
was getting unbearable.

"Ah hush up you wimp," Dee yelled. "It's already
halfway in and just one more...."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," I screamed out loud rocking wildly.

She had just shove most of the rest inside in one push.

"See." Dee exclaimed excited. "Just the right size for
your asshole."

She made me stand up and grabbed my swollen cock member
in her hand.

"Come on wimp," She said. "Time to walk around the
house and loosen your ass up."

Dee had turned into a demon I thought to myself as I
struggle to walk with her tugging on my poor cock the
whole time. The pain in my asshole and the stobing of
my cock was driving me wild with desire and torment.

In the living room, lady was back on her knees bent
over massaging Velma massive feet with her boobs. Velma
had a belt in her hand and from the look of lady ass
must had put a few licks on it.

"You were right mom," Dee exclaimed walking me up to
Velma. "A carrot fits his ass just right. See how he
walks around like a girlie."

"Take this belt to his ass and he'll walk better,"
Velma said holding it out for Dee.

I was praying Dee wouldn't do it but she quickly
grabbed the belt and brought it down on my ass cheek.

"Move that ass wimp." She yelled.

Whack, whack.

I was jumping and yelping in pain each time the belt
landed on my poor ass and my sore asshole was getting
raw. She walked me around the room that way till I was
crying and pleading. She knew she had the power to do
anything she wanted now and was enjoying it to the
fullest at my expense. Finally, she tired and took a
seat back on the chair demanding I come over and lick
her feet while she rested and decided what to do next.

Velma meanwhile had lady admitting to everything she
had ever done. She had told her everyone she had ever
fucked and how, her dildo hiding place, along with how
she played with herself when no one was around. She
even admitted to her fantasy of being dominated by
Velma and some of the thoughts of Velma doing things to
her.

Velma was enjoying the ideas and telling her she was
going to enjoy doing them. I was even getting excited
listening to lady tell every intimate detail of her
sex life. I tongue Dee feet all over at least 10 times
during the ordeal.

Velma instructed us of the new changes in the house.
She was moving in Mom's bedroom and Dee was moving in
mine. Later this evening, we would have one hour to
prepare their new rooms. All of lady clothes would
belong to her and Dee while most of mine would be
placed in storage since I wouldn't need any around the
house anymore. Both of us would have to relax on the
floor by the bed till they could find some large dog
beds to put us in.

Velma was getting excited giving instructions and
demanded lady go and get a carrot in the frig so she
could stuff her ass like my poor asshole. Mother
quickly obeyed this time without any hesitation so I
knew she was really getting in to it now.

When she returned, Velma had her get on her back by the
chair and lift her legs high over her head while she
locked her feet underneath the chair arms. Dee allowed
me the pleasure of turning around to watch mom get her
ass screwed.

My cock drooled on the floor as Velma began twisting
and turning the carrot in mom ass till it was fully
inserted as mine was and telling mom this was her new
screw hole so she better get use to it. I was close to
cumming as Dee grabbed my hair and twisted me around
shoving my face in her cunt.

"Lick my cunt wimp," she demanded.

Her cunt was dripping wet and I started lapping
feverously. Apparently, she was getting off on the
sight also.

Velma started slapping mom poor ass again.

"And from now on honkies," she continued. "You will
address us as Miss Velma or Miss Dee. Both of you will
clean house and we will inspect it daily to see if you
need punishment. You will prepare three meals for our
enjoyment while your mister will get the lawn work done.
If we snap our fingers, each of you will immediately
get on your knees in front of us for whatever we decide
to do. I expect your ass to be perfectly clean at all
times in case we decide to enjoy it. Bathroom
privileges will only be allowed with our permission and
you will be allowed to use the downstairs hall one
only.

"Are you enjoying your stuff asshole Honkie butt?"
Velma asked.

"Yes mistress," Mom cried out. "Thank you for stuffing
my fat ass."

"Good," Velma replied. "We've have to keep it that way.
Now get your face up here and eat me out."

Dee came all over my face and demanded I assume a
position like lady had been put in. She was learning
fast as I got in position. I was whining around with my
ass high as she twisted the carrot in my asshole and
slapped my ass at will telling me how she was going to
enjoy her new doggie.

After their fun, they went upstairs to rest giving us
specific instructions on what housework we were to have
done by the time they got back. Both of us was totally
exhausted and begged for a rest period but was told
that if the inspection was good then we would be
allowed to rest. They laughingly gave us a few slaps on
our asses to get us going.

"Hurry up cottontails," Velma yelled out as they made
their way upstairs to our rooms.

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Kate just wanted to walk over and slap that smile off
the young black girl face. She was always disrupting
her class due to her popularity with the other boys and
girls. Her skirt was always too short and Kate couldn't
help but see her pussy hairs when her legs were spread
wide since she was always in front. During dinner, she
had told her that she was going to be suspended for a
week for her outfit and still she sit in class talking
like nothing was brothering her. What a cunt she
thought.

Finally class ended as Kate watched the students depart
and sat down at here desk to grade the assignments
before she went home. She glanced up and saw Jade was
still sitting there with her legs still wide.

"Young lady, I don't expect to see you for another week
so I suggest you go home and tell your folks why you
have been suspended," she told her blankly with a smile
on her face.

"I don't think so," Jade replied.

"I received some interesting news on the Internet quite
a while back," the girl continued. "It seems your ex-
husband was a robber and you were suspected in several
counts yourself but not convicted. I wonder how the
principal would welcome that news."

Kate sat stunned at her words. That was when she was in
her early twenties and well in her past. How did she
find out about it?

"I wonder," the girl continued, if they would fire you
and properly kick your butt right out of town. Don't
you think so?"

"What do you want to keep quite," Kate asked still
stunned?

"I want you to be my bitch whenever I want you," the
girl retorted with a smile on her face. She knew she
had the upper hand on the older woman. "Surely you have
had sex with a woman before being such a prune as you
are."

Kate remembered the times when she had but never with a
young black lady. This girl was blackmailing her and
she didn't know what she could do about it. This was
the only job she could find in four towns and she was
heavily in debt as it was. She was awakened by the tone
of the girl voice.

"You will do whatever I want when I want and even beg
to do it." The girl demanded. "Beg to be my bitch now
or I'm leaving and going to the principal office.

Kate sat back in her chair looking at the girl. She was
very attractive but to

give her power over her being. She didn't have much
choice; however, as she sat and weigh all her choices.
Maybe she would tire of her and go on with her life and
let her be.

"Please make me your bitch," she whispered.

"Louder bitch," Jade announced.

"Please mistress, make this white whore your bitch."
Kate said knowing what she expected.

"Better. Lock the door and come stand before me bitch,"
Jade yelled at her.

Kate got up and walked to the door locking it. She
strode back over and stood in front of the girl like
she was on display.

"Not too bad a figure for an old white hag," Jade
responded. "Strip bitch."

Kate slowly raised the dress over her shoulders and
laid it on the desk. Next she removed her shoes and at
Jade command next the bra. Her tits popped out and
swayed down in front.

"Sagging boobs but we can work on that," Jade looked
on. "Drop the panties bitch."

Kate slowly lowered her panties and stood back in front
trying to avoid the girl looking her body over.

"Get on your knees in front of my desk and put those
saggy tits of your on my lap," the girl commanded.

Kate walked to the desk and dropped to her knees laying
her large breasts down on the desktop. She felt the
girl ankle slide between her legs and rest on her cunt.

"Hump my foot bitch. I want to watch you get wet." She
demanded.

She reached down grabbing Kate tits between her thumb
and forefinger and squeezed the tender nipples as Kate
whined in pain.

"Start humping bitch. Get yourself wet for you
mistress." She told her.

Kate started to rub her cunt on the girl ankle while
she continued to maul her large nipples. Despite the
pain, she found herself getting excited by the fiction
on her cunt and started humping faster.

"That's it bitch. Get your hot sloppy cunt wet for
mistress. You worthless bitch." The girl was yelling.

Her talk was turning her on as much as the fiction in
her cunt. She ignored the pain of her nipples
concentrating on getting off as fast as she could. She
was very close to cumming when Jade released her
nipples and slapped her face waking her up.

You are not allowed to cum without permission bitch.
"Get under the desk and lick my cunt. I'm going to cum
all over that white face of yours."

Kate backed up slightly and put her head underneath the
desk as Jade spread her legs wide for her. She pulled
her panties to the side of her cunt and started lapping
her small cunt on the clit and then working her way
inside her wet cunt. She could hear the girl moaning
form above and reached down to rub her own cunt as she
was close to cumming herself when she heard the girl
yelled at her not to touch it or her ass would pay
dearly later. Disappointed, she continued to lick the
girl as she came on her face rubbing her cunt all over
her nose and mouth areas.

"Not bad for an old bitch," Jade told her, pushing her
head back from her cunt. "Now go bend over your desk.
You are going to be punished for getting me suspended
for a week."

Kate slowly got up from the desk and turned around and
bent over it with her large ass exposed to whatever the
young girl wished to do with it. She could feel her own
wetness down her thighs as she tried to clench them
closer together to give some relief to her cunt. She
watched as Jade walked over to the blackboard and
picked up the long pointer she normally used for her
classes and then disappeared behind her back.

She was still waiting as she felt the pointer strike
her ass sharply and then the stink of pain in her rump.
She jumped up from the pain but then lowered herself
back down as the second descended. It was harder than
the first and she had to reach back to protect her ass
as the pointer fell again on her ass and hand both and
she screamed in pain.

"Stick that hand back there again and I'll break your
fingers with this pointer," Jade sharply told her. "Now
remain still and push that big ass of yours back."

She just got positioned when the pointer struck again
and she yelled in pain. She pleaded with Jade not to
hit so hard but the next was even harder. Tears flowed
in her eyes as she started begging her mistress for
mercy and promising to do everything she asked.

When she felt she couldn't take anymore and was going
to pass out, Jade finally stopped. She knew she
wouldn't be able to sit for a week as she lay still
over the desk crying like a baby. She was still crying
when she felt the pointer at the entrance of her
asshole and before she could respond being worked
inside.

"Nooooo. Please mistress," she begged as it went in a
good six or eight inch before she stopped.

"Hold that in your ass bitch," Jade commanded.

She walked around the desk and stood before Kate.
Raising her dress, she started masturbating her cunt
before her.

"When I cum, we're going to your apartment and finish
our game. Isn't that nice bitch," she said rubbing her
cunt faster as Kate watched on.

"Yes mistress," Kate replied looking at the snatch only
a foot from her face wishing her mouth could reach it.

"Does my bitch want to eat me again?" Jade asked
smiling at her pitiful face.

"Yes mistress," Kate replied, "please let me eat your
cunt."

"Later," laughed Jade, lowering her dress. "Stand up
and walk around the room for me bitch so I can see that
tail of yours wiggle.

Kate slowly stood up beside the desk and turned around.
She started walking across the room aware that the
pointer in her asshole was swinging wildly from side to
side as she moved. Somehow she was getting excited from
it as she tried to swag her butt farther to the side
with each step. She heard Jade laughing at her and knew
she must have been a sight walking like this but she
didn't care. Her pussy was dripping on the floor as she
walked. As she turned around and started back, she
noticed Jade hanging her panties on the blackboard.

"Just a gift for the janitor," Jade said, "you won't
need them anymore. Come here and let me take your plug
out of your butt. I'm just dying to see your
apartment."

Kate continued walking till she arrived at Jade side
and then bent over as she removed the pointer from her
ass and put it back on the board stand.

"Put your dress on," Jade commanded, "but leave the bra
in your desk drawer."

Kate picked up the bra and put it in her drawer and
then pulled her dress back over her head. She put her
shoes on and waited for her mistress command.

"Let's go bitch," Jade commanded, grabbing her ass
cheek as they departed the room. She goosed her ass all
the way down the hall and Kate was very thankful it was
empty for the day. Outside, she heard other voices but
didn't see anyone as she opened the door so Jade could
get in and then got in herself. They drove all the way
without any comment or demand from Jade till they
arrived.

"Open my door bitch," Jade commanded.

Mrs. Johnmister, one of her neighbor was sitting on a
chair a couple of apartments down and watched as Kate
opened the door and the young black girl stepped out.
Kate tried to ignore the woman next door but when they
got to the apartment door, Jade lifted her dress in
back exposing her ass as they went in. Kate was totally
embarrassed and knew she couldn't face the lady again
as she hurried inside.

She waited in the living room as Jade walked around the
apartment looking at each room. Finally, she came back
and took a seat on her sofa.

"Remove the dress bitch," she demanded. "I think I'm
going to enjoy coming over here to visit you. After you
undress, prepared me a take and get your butt back in
here. Hurry bitch."

Kate removed the dress again and went quickly in the
kitchen. She had some left over vodka, which she mixed
with soda and returned to find Jade naked on the sofa
with her feet on the coffee table. She gave her the
take and then stood up awaiting her next command.

"Lick my tired feet," Jade commanded.

Kate dropped to her knees and immediately started
wagging her tongue over the young girl feet licking the
bottoms and between the toes as she had her take. She
kept eyeing her glistering cunt only a few feet away
wishing she would command her to tongue it next.

Jade was in no hurry as she laid back enjoying the
take and relaxing with the elderly white woman
worshipping her feet below.

Jade continued her take while moving her toes in Kate
face down below. She wanted to humiliate the white
teacher as much as she could and she was going to take
her time doing it.

"Put all my toes in your mouth bitch," she yelled down
jamming her foot in Kate mouth as she tried to widen
her lips as far as she could to accommodate her foot.
Her face looked stuff as she held all five toes in her
mouth. Jade started stroking her cunt as she just sat
on her knees with her mouth full. Finally, she pulled
her foot out as Kate gasped for breath.

"I going to whip your white ass so hard tonight you
want be able to sit in class for a week bitch," Jade
told her. She rose from the couch and grabbing Kate by
the hair powerd her on all fours on the carpet. Jumping
on her back, she started slapping her huge ass in back
telling her to crawl and oink like the pig she was.

Kate crawled as fast as she could oinking as the slaps
poured down on her ass. The girl was going to ******* her
she thought as she desperately kept crawling trying to
please her. Finally, she collapse on the floor in
exhaustion as Jade dismounted and slap her ass one last
time as hard as she could.

"Your not much fun bitch. Get on your back." She
demanded.

Kate rolled over as Jade stepped astride her face and
lowered her smaller black ass down on her face.

"Now get your tongue in my ass bitch. At least that's
good for something." Jade laughed.

Kate started rimming the girl asshole realizing how
depraved she must look. She no longer had any fight in
her except to please her mistress anyway she wanted.
She worked her tongue as deep as she could in her ass
hole and wedged it around inside. She could feel the
moisture of Jade cunt rolling down her chin as she
lapped her ass. She finally came getting off her face
leaving her on the floor exhausted. She went in the
bathroom, as Kate remained dormant on the carpet.

"Get your ass in here now," she heard from the
bathroom.

"Crawling forward," she saw Jade on the toilet seat
cover.

"I don't want to waste your toilet paper. Clean my cunt
with your tongue bitch." She demanded.

Ignoring her pride, Kate crawled forward burying her
face in her cunt licking the piss sprayed all over it.

"Good little bitch," Jade teased her from above. "Clean
my cunt."

She continued rubbing Kate face in her snatch till she
was satisfied.

"Prepare my bath and my bed," she demanded. "I'm going
to stay overnight with my bitch."

Kate quickly got up preparing a warm bath for her
mistress as Jade got in and lay back enjoying the
warmth. She then hurried to prepare the bed and
returned to dry off her mistress. When done, Jade led
her to the bedroom goosing her ass cheek in her open
palm.

Tonight you may relax under the cover, she told Kate.
If I pinch your ass, I expect your tongue in my ass or
cunt without question.

Kate crawl under the cover and started lapping Jade
feet. She knew she wasn’t going to get much relax
tonight. She felt a pinch on her ass.

I picked out a dozen short skirts easily. There was a
wide variety of them. I held them up to my waist and
looked down and they were all approximately the length
that Jamal had demanded. I looked around and spotted
the changing room and tried them on. Most of them fit
like they had been made for me. A few were too large or
too small but I selected a half a dozen and put the
others back.

I paid for my new skirts, a grand total of twelve
dollars and change, and then I rushed home and took a
shower. I felt dirty just from trying them on. After my
shower I dressed and went down to the apartment's
laundry room and washed my purchases. When they were
done I went back to my apartment and made myself
another large take. I resolved that I would have just
one this time. I didn't want another of those terrible
headaches in the morning.

I stood in front of the refrigerator for a long time,
staring at the meager contents. I saw nothing that I
wanted to eat though. I really wasn't hungry. I was
much too upset to eat.

I sat down and tried to read my book but after reading
the same paragraph over and over for a few minutes I
gave up and went to bed. I sat up in bed and sipped at
my take and stared at the wall. No matter how much I
tried not to think about it I kept thinking about what
had happened to me today. My mind kept trying to go
farther. I was not so naïve as to think that this was
all about kissing. I knew where this was going. I knew
that I had to stop it. I didn't know how though. I
seemed to have already rejected the only ways out.

I thought then of the excitement I had begun to feel
while they kissed and touched me. Even now, as I
thought about it, as I contemplated what was yet to
come, I felt myself getting excited. I was shocked at
myself. What on earth was I turning into?!

I fought the urge for a long time, but finally I
reached into my nightstand and pulled out my vibrator
and stared at it. I had bought it over the internet. I
had been much too embarrassed to go anywhere that would
sell something like this. It wasn't one of those that
looked like a real penis. It was a bullet shaped, hard
plastic vibrator that did an excellent job of
stimulating me to orgasm. It wasn't as much fun as sex.
It lacked the warmth of a real penis. It lacked the
excitement of touching and being touched.

There was not a lot of touching in my life lately
though, not since I broke it off with my fiancé. Not
until yesterday that is. There had certainly been a lot
of touching yesterday and today. I told myself that
that was why the kissing and the touching had had an
effect on me. I just wasn't sure if I believed me.

I got comfortable and turned the vibrator on and began
to put it to the use for which it was intended. I moved
it over and around my breasts and down over my stomach.
I guided it gently around my pubic area, touching
myself lightly and enjoying the stimulation. As I did I
tried to guide my mind through one of my normal
fantasies. Unfortunately, my mind had a mind of its
own! My thoughts kept drifting back to today, after the
last bell. I relived what had happened when Jamal and
his friends came into my class after the last bell and
locked my door.

I was shocked to discover that I remembered every
touch, and every word. It was like I was standing ten
feet away, watching first Jamal and then each of his
gang worry me while I surrendered completely. I had
several orgasms and when I came for the final time I
was imagining Jamal's hand on my upper thigh, mere
inches from my pussy, and that nasty smirk on his face.

Once I had put my vibrator aside though, I couldn't
believe what I had just done, and why I had done it. I
had actually had a series of orgasms as I relived my
assault by a gang of black hoodlums! I sat up on the
side of my bed and thought about what I had just done.
What the hell was I thinking!

I got up and rinsed off my vibrator and quickly put it
away. Just looking at it reminded me of what I had just
done. I sat back on the edge of my bed wondering what
was wrong with me. Surely I was not excited by being
sexually assaulted by a gang of young men!

It took me a long time to get to relax that night. I
lay in the dark and my mind drifted back and forth
between dreading tomorrow and trying to figure out why
I had just masturbated to thoughts of the use I was
suffering. Both of those chains of thought were
disturbing.

I finally got a little relax, but not much. I took a
shower in the morning and then went to my underwear
drawer. I pulled out a pair of panties and started to
reach for a bra. I remembered what Jamal had said and I
stood there for a long moment holding my bra and trying
to decide what to do. It wasn't like my B cup breasts
really needed the support, and my blouses weren't
sheer. Still, the idea of going to school without a bra
was disturbing. Especially when I would be doing it
under orders from one of my students!

I thought too of the boys that had been kissing me and
touching for the last two days. Now there would be one
less garment between their fingers and my flesh.

I stepped back and sat on the edge of my bed and tried
to think. I am an intelligent young woman. There must
be some simple solution to this. Women just don't let
things like this happen to them. There are laws! I
should be able to go the principal or the police and
put a stop to this.

But what do I tell them? That some boys kissed me? What
do I say when they ask me what I did to stop them? I
didn't fight them. I didn't scream or cry out for help.
I just stood there and let them do what they wanted.
And here I am, just about to dress in a manner required
of me by one of my students.

I glanced at my clock and it was time to make a
decision. I could dress in my normal fashion and call
Jamal's bluff. If he wasn't bluffing he would surely
make me regret it. I didn't get the impression that he
was the type of boy that bluffed. Or I could dress as
he had ordered me to and he will know as soon as he
sees me that he can do whatever he wants with me. I
will be surrendering to him.

For a smart girl I don't seem to be handling my life
too well. If only there was someone that I could turn
to for advice. Someone, even a girlfriend, a fellow
teacher, but I had no one. I had just moved here. I had
built a wall between me and my parents that even now I
couldn't bring myself to knock down. It seemed like my
best option was to dress as Jamal had ordered to avoid
a scene, but this time, when he began his assault I
would fight. I would scream and punch. I would do
whatever was required to let him know that I would not
stand for this anymore. I know, not very logical. I was
totally out of my depth here.

I put on my underwear and a pair of pantyhose. I
stepped into the little skirt that I had bought last
night. I put on a heavy blouse and I was instantly
aware of the friction against my nipples. Even though I
knew that no one could see anything, I was incredibly
conscious of the fact that I was not wearing a bra.

I looked in the mirror and it wasn't too bad. The skirt
was too short for me. It was definitely not my style.
But it was not so short as to be unacceptable. I don't
think the other staff would look at me and think that
my dress was inappropriate.

I had taken much too much time getting dressed, or
thinking about getting dressed. I was going to be late
if I didn't hurry. I grabbed my purse and rushed out to
my car and drove the short distance to the school. The
lot was already full as I pulled in and I had to park
all the way at the end.

I got out and locked my car and when I turned around
Jamal was standing right in front of me. I gasped,
startled. I had not seen him when I pulled up and I
thought that I was alone. He smiled at me and said, "I
was afraid you wouldn't make it today Alice. It looks
like you are dressed the way that I told you."

He suddenly held a straight razor in front of my face
and I squeaked in fear. As screams go it was not going
to be very effective. I watched in horror as the razor
moved towards my face. I couldn't move. I couldn't make
a sound. My mind could already imagine what it was
going to feel like when he started slashing me with
that razor.

I was almost relieved when he started slowly and
deliberately cutting buttons off of my blouse. The top
three went one right after another. He hardly looked at
what he was doing. As he worked on my buttons he stared
right into my eyes. He had that smug expression on his
face, daring me to object.

I didn't object. I didn't move or make a sound. I
didn't even watch the razor. I stared into his eyes,
unable to look away.

After he had cut off the top three buttons he stopped
and looked at the results. He wasn't satisfied yet. He
cut off another button. The top button on my blouse was
now below the level of my breasts!

He reached out with both hands and pulled my blouse
open and smiled. He said, "I'm so glad you didn't wear
a bra. With your little titties you don't need one. Do
you Alice?"

I was unable to respond. I stood petrified as he pulled
my blouse open a little further and looked at my
exposed breasts. He looked me in the eyes again and
said, "I like those little pink nipples. I'm going to
have fun with those."

He seemed satisfied now and I thought it was over but
he said, "Oh, one more thing Alice. Give me your
pantyhose."

I shook my head and whispered, "No please. I can't do
that!"

He didn't say anything, but he suddenly looked furious
and in a very cold voice he said, "Don't you ever tell
me no, Alice. Now either you take them off or will.
Don't wear them anymore. I don't like them."

I put my purse down on the hood of my car and looked
around before reaching under my skirt and quickly
sliding my pantyhose down. I slid my shoes off and
removed my hose and put my shoes back on. Then I handed
them to him. He sniffed at them and then he smiled
again and said, "You better get going Alice. You don't
want to be late for school."

He turned and walked away. No, he didn't walk, he
strutted. Even his gate as he walked away from me was
calculated to put me in my place!

I took a deep breath and hurried into the school. I
picked up my attendance sheets in the office. There
were some surprised looks from the people in there, but
no one said anything. What could they say?

I hurried down the hall to my classroom and got inside
just as the bell rang and they started letting students
in the building. As soon as the kids came into the
classroom and spotted me in my miniskirt and my blouse
open half way to my waist the conversations stopped.
They restarted quickly and I knew what they were
talking about.

I was as nervous and as self-conscious as I had been
the first day. In fact, it never seemed to get better.
Because of Jamal and his gang I couldn't get any
confidence. I was a nervous wreck.

I waited until everyone was seated and after the bell
rang I closed the door and took attendance. When I
called out Jamal's name he said, "Right here Alice."

Everyone in the room giggled and I turned red as I felt
them all watch me, waiting to see what I would do. I
stared at Jamal, slouched in his chair and daring me to
say anything to him.

I knew that I was beaten before I even started to
fight. I finished calling the roll and began my lesmister.
I realized that nearly everyone was ignoring me, but I
had no idea what to do about it. I was half way through
the class when one of the girls sitting beside Jamal
asked me to explain something that was incorrect on her
paper. I walked over to her and bent down carefully,
very much aware of how much of my breasts were exposed
when I bent over.

As I tried to explain to the girl why something that
she had written down was incorrect I felt Jamal's hand
on my calf, moving slowly up towards my knee. I shot
straight up and moved back. I wheeled around to face
Jamal and found myself totally unable to speak at
first. Finally I started to yell at him to keep his
hands to himself. I got out no more than a couple of
stuttering, almost unintelligible words when he reached
up and grabbed one side of my blouse and pulled me down
so that my face was right in his.

I gasped in fear and embarrassment. It was horrible
enough that I was being manhandled by a student in my
classroom, but what was even worse was that because of
the way he was holding my blouse it was pulled open and
one of my breasts was exposed to half the class!

I fought to remove his hand but he hissed right in my
face, "Don't you fight me bitch! Put your fucking hands
down, now!"

To my incredible and everlasting shame I obeyed. There
was no more pretending now. I belonged to this teenaged
hoodlum and the entire class knew it. I leaned over
with our noses almost touching and my breast exposed
and he lectured me as if I were a young.

He didn't raise his voice, but there was no mistaking
the authority in his voice. "You don't ever pull away
from me bitch! You don't ever say no to me. If I order
you to teach this fucking class in the fucking nude you
will fucking do it! If I feel like putting my hand on
your tit or your ass or your god damned pussy then you
stand right there and you just fucking enjoy it. You
are nothing but a fucking cunt and you do as you are
fucking told! Do you have any questions Alice?"

I shook my head and he reached up with his free hand
and lightly caressed my exposed breast. As his hand
moved over my sensitive flesh he continued to stare in
my eyes and he asked, "What are you Alice?"

I was unable to think at first. After a few seconds
though I remembered what he had said that I was. "I'm a
cunt," I whispered.

"I didn't hear you Alice," he said.

I tried to speak a little louder and said, "I'm a
cunt."

He smiled and said, "That's right Alice. You're a cunt.
You're my cunt. I've always wanted my own teacher. Your
ass belongs to me now."

He let go of my breast and my blouse and I stood up
quickly and pulled my blouse back together. His hand
returned to my leg and I stood there shaking my head
and pleading silently for this to be over as his hand
moved slowly up my leg, sliding my skirt up as he
firmly caressed the inside of my thigh.

I could not believe that this was happening to me. I
was standing in front of my class and I could feel the
eyes of every student watching Jamal worry me right
here in the classroom for their amusement. I didn't
know where to look. I couldn't look at my students. I
couldn't bring myself to look at that smug look on
Jamal's face any longer.

I felt his hand nearing my crotch and I didn't want to,
but I had to see how exposed I was. I glanced down and
I could see that my legs were almost totally exposed. I
was shivering in fear as his hand came into contact
with the blue nylon panel that covered my pussy and now
I could actually see that my underwear was exposed.

I finally had the full attention of my students. But
all that I wanted to do was crawl in a hole and cover
myself up and stay there forever.

Before things got any worse, if that was possible, the
bell rang and the students filed slowly past us as
Jamal continued to sit in his seat and hold my upper
thigh in his warm grip.

The tears were running down my cheeks now and he stood
up finally and pulled me close and said, "Don't cry
Alice. You'll get used to it."

Then he licked the tears off of my cheeks and kissed my
lips and left the room.

I am not even sure what happened in the rest of my
classes that day. I managed to pull myself together
enough to stand in the front of the class and I am
pretty sure that I said the things that I was supposed
to say. I hardly remember any of it though. It was a
good thing that the kids didn't seem to pay any
attention to me. My mind was totally blown.

I had been dreading the next time that Jamal would
catch me alone. It turned out that he didn't care if we
were alone or not. Quite the opposite, he had seemed to
get extra satisfaction from humiliating and degrading
me in front of my class. It had been obvious that the
rest of the kids had really enjoyed the show too. Even
the girls had been amused.

As humiliating as it was though, I was left with that
same sick excitement I had gotten the first two times
that he and his friends had assaulted me. I had rushed
to the ladies room at the beginning of my lunch period
and the first thing that I noticed as I was sitting on
the toilet was how wet my panties were. Not damp, they
were wet! When I realized it I covered my face in my
hands and cried, as quietly as possible.

I finally pulled myself together and washed my face and
hands and tried to make myself presentable. I rushed
back to my classroom and shut the door. I was terrified
of being caught in the hallway by Jamal. I don't know
why. The hallway was the only place that he had not yet
assaulted me.

I was all ready to rush out when the last bell rang. I
planned to move as quickly as possible through the
crowded hallway and drop off my attendance sheets and
then dash to my car and get the hell out of here.

It didn't work out that way. I watched impatiently,
purse and papers in hand, as the students filed out. I
wasn't paying any attention to the kids leaving the
class. I was watching the door fearfully for any sign
of Jamal.

I was looking for trouble in the wrong place. The last
student in the line let everyone else leave and then he
stood in the door and turned around. He grinned and
said, "You aren't leaving are you cunt? Jamal will be
right here. He'd really hate it if he missed you."

My legs nearly gave out. I shook my head and pleaded in
a whisper, "Please let me go. I have to get out of
here."

I knew it was a waste of breath. Now that he was
standing there blocking my way I recognized him as
being one of the boys in Jamal's group of thugs. His
name was Tyrell and he was one of Jamal's larger
friends.

Jamal sat down in the living room as I was getting my
clothes off and soon I was kneeling between his legs
sucking his cock.

I spent the next fifteen minutes or so sucking his
cock. Not long after I had finished his friends started
showing up and I was kept busy answering the door. Once
everyone had arrived I was pushed to my knees and for
the next hour or so I was kept busy taking them two at
a time until none of them could get it up any more.

I was only half way finished satisfying the boys when
the door opened and Shanaya came in with a couple of
girls I hadn't seen before. They sat down and watched
as I satisfied the boys. I was humiliated enough to be
a sex slave for eight black boys. To be used like this
in front of three girls made it so much worse.
Especially since one of them was a student of mine.

I ignored their cruel comments and concentrated on
sucking the cocks that were presented to my lips. The
cocks that were violating my pussy took care of
themselves, pretty much. At least they didn't require
any effort on my part.

After all of the boys had been satisfied Jamal turned
to Shanaya and said, "Okay, we're done for now."

Shanaya said, "I ain't going to touch her skanky ass
like that. Shit! Clean the bitch up Jamal!"

There was a lot of laughter as Jamal pulled me to my
feet and led me to a bathroom and ordered me to take a
shower. He handed me a clean towel and left the room.

I took a long, hot shower. It took longer than usual
because I spent so long leaning against the shower wall
and crying. I couldn't believe what my life had become.
I tried desperately not to think of what they had
planned for me when I went back out there. I had been
given to Shanaya. What for? Did those girls want me to
satisfy them too? Oh god, I hoped not. That was even
more disgusting that what I was doing now!

I was still standing under the hot water when the
bathroom door opened and Tyrell came in. He opened the
shower curtain far enough to look inside and in a very
pleasant voice, with a deceptively friendly smile on
his face he said, "If you don't get your ass back out
there in the next couple of minutes you just might be
sorry."

I shut the water off and dried myself and went back out
to the living room. Shanaya stood up when I came in and
met me in the middle of the room. She looked at my tits
for a second and then turned to Jamal and said, "Yeah,
I'm pretty sure I can do it."

Shanaya moved away and four of Jamal's friends got up
and walked over to me. They picked me up and placed me
on my back on the coffee table. They held me down,
their hands firmly gripping my arms and legs.

Shanaya came over and dropped to her knees beside me
and started teasing my nipples. She smiled at me and
said, "Guess what Miss Wilmister? We are both going to
have a new experience here. I'm going to pierce your
nipples. Jamal wants rings in them."

I screamed, "No! No, please! I don't want that. Oh god!
Let me go." I was thrashing about, trying to pull my
arms and legs free. The boys holding me down hardly
seemed to notice. The two boys holding my legs had
started holding me with one hand and they were both
playing with my pussy with the other. I was much too
terrified to be in any danger of becoming aroused.

Shanaya said, "It's okay Miss Wilmister. I've pierced ears
before. I'm not a total idiot! I got the stuff from my
cousin. He works at a tattoo place and he told me what
to do. It sounds pretty easy."

I turned my head until I could see Jamal and I begged
him to stop this. I promised that I would do anything
if he would just not do this.

He laughed and said, "Stupid cunt! You'll do anything I
tell you to now!"

I started crying again and I pleaded again with Shanaya
not to do this. Everyone seemed to be enjoying my
response. I noticed that this time there were two
cameras recording my suffering. I didn't even care
about that. I was terrified. I had seen pictures of
women with pierced nipples and I had thought that they
looked positively disgusting. Not to mention how
painful it must be. The whole concept turned my
stomach. I would never have had it done voluntarily.

Shanaya ignored me as she opened up a large paper bag
and reached in and started pulling things out and
sitting them on a small hassock that she had pulled
over. She pulled on a pair of latex gloves and swabbed
my nipples with holy water. I couldn't look any more. I
was hyperventilating and I was sure that I was going to
pass out.

I leaned my head back down on the table and closed my
eyes while she pinched and pulled at my nipples. The
boys were joking with her, lesbian jokes. They were
kidding with her about playing around with my tits. She
just ignored them and continued until my nipples were
finally erect. She took her hands away for a moment and
I felt something clamp down on my right nipple and then
a horrible pain as she stabbed my nipple with a needle.

I screamed and tried again to get free. It did no good.
The boys holding my arms didn't waver, the boys holding
my legs were powerd to stop playing with my pussy and
get a better grip, but I was never in any danger of
getting free.

Shanaya inserted the ring in my nipple and swabbed it
down with holy water again. When the holy water entered the
wound I screamed again. This was all pretty amusing to
everyone but me.

Shanaya moved around to the other side and I felt the
process start again. I didn't struggle any more. I had
quit begging and pleading. Now I just cried quietly and
waited for it to be over. Shanaya patted my cheek and
said sarcastically, "Oh, poor baby." Other than that
she ignored my suffering and continued to amuse her
audience by piercing my left nipple.

I screamed again when the needle pierced me, and I
groaned in pain while she inserted the ring. I hadn't
seen them yet. I didn't have the nerve to open my eyes.
They felt like very large rings.

I heard her picking up her things and moving and I
thought that she was done torturing me. Much to my
dismay, however, she was just changing her position. I
felt her hands as she began to stimulate my clitoris
and I just cried harder when I realized what was yet to
come.

She ignored the jokes from the guys as she toyed with
my clit. Her only comment was, "I have never seen one
of these things up close before. I don't know what you
guys see in them. It looks pretty ugly to me!"

Then there was a pause and it started again. The
holy water, the clamp, the ring, I screamed again, but I
was exhausted by this time and there wasn't any fight
left in me.

When she was finished and she had put her things away I
was pulled to my feet and I finally looked down at my
new jewelry. My impression had been right. The rings
were not even close to being discreet. They were thick
and as big around as half dollars. They were heavy too
and I was very much aware of them as I moved.

As soon as I saw them I collapsed to the floor and
covered my face in my hands and cried hysterically. I
didn't expect sympathy and I didn't get it. Instead I
got more close-ups from the two boys with cameras and a
lot of laughter.

They ignored me for a while and finally the tears began
to fade. Jamal got up and walked over to me and nudged
me with his foot. I looked up and he ordered me to my
feet. He looked at my new rings and it was obvious what
he thought.

He said, "Those rings are just what you needed Alice. I
think they look beautiful. They are much too sexy to
keep hidden so Shanaya and her friends bought you
something to go with them."

The girls who had come in with Shanaya got up and came
over and handed me a couple of large paper bags. They
were full of clothes!

Jamal said, "They went to Goodwill and did a little
shopping last night. Go ahead and try everything on. We
want to make sure it all fits."

I started pulling clothes out of the bags. They were
all variations of the same two items of clothing. There
were a half a dozen sheer blouses and a half a dozen
micro miniskirts. I was going to look even more like a
prostitute than I already did!

I put on one of the skirts and even pushed low on my
hips it just barely covered my ass. They all fit the
same way.

I was reluctant to try on the blouses over my very
tender nipples but the cameras were rolling and Jamal
was waiting. I put them on, one after the other. They
were different colors, but they all looked the same,
nearly invisible. My breasts and my oversized nipple
rings were obvious.

I was sure that it was their intention that I wear
these things to school. I just didn't think it possible
that Mr. Wigfall would permit it. I even saw a glimmer
of hope here. Once he saw me in one of these outfits
something would have to give. This could actually work
to my advantage.

The girls finally left and the boys started leaving one
or two at a time. As each boy left I was tasked with
sucking them off one last time. It took me about an
hour to get them all out the door.

When it was just me and Jamal I told him that I had to
go to the clinic and get on the pill. I also told him
that my period was due to start in the next day or two.
He just shrugged. Those things were my problems. He
didn't care.

I asked him for some Tylenol and a glass of water and
he told me where to find them. I went to the medicine
cabinet and got three Tylenol capsules and went to the
kitchen for some water.

After I took the pills Jamal ordered me to make supper.
I asked him what he wanted me to make. We went into the
kitchen and he looked through the refrigerator. I ended
up making a meatloaf and mashed potatoes. I was pretty
sure that Jamal didn't live alone here. He was, after
all, just a freshman in high school. I was wondering
where his parents were, but I was afraid to ask him any
questions.

I got my answer soon enough though. Just before the
meatloaf was ready a man came in and Jamal greeted him
and introduced me. He said, "Dad, this is Alice Wilmister,
my new English teacher. Is she as hot as I told you or
what?"

So this was Jamal's man! I could tell by the look on
his face that he was not upset about his mister having sex
with a teacher and he was not going to come to my
rescue. Nor was he surprised to find me naked in his
house.

I served dinner and I was even made to set a place for
myself at the table. I was too upset to eat though. I
just picked at my food while they ate and discussed my
new life as a sex slave, my body and its new
decorations, and finally, how exciting it was going to
be when Jamal's man fucked me in the ass for the
first time. Just normal dinner conversation.

After they ate I cleaned up the table and did the
dishes while they sat and watched and became aroused at
the sight of my naked body moving around the kitchen.
Once I was finished with the dishes Jamal's man,
stood up and took my arm and led me into the living
room. He ordered me to stand still and he left the room
and came back with a tube of lubricant. He pushed me to
my knees and stood in front of me and undressed and
then he touched his cock to my lips and said, "How
about a little foreplay Miss Wilmister?"

I opened my mouth and sucked his already hard cock for
a few minutes. I was relieved that it was a normal
sized penis. You hear all these stories about how black
guys all have these monster cocks, but so far all the
ones that I had seen were pretty normal. A couple were
large, but not scary large.

After I had been sucking for a few minutes he stopped
me and said, "We can do some more of that later Miss
Wilmister." I hated the way these people could make "Miss
Wilmister" sound like an insult.

He pulled me to my feet and positioned me with my knees
on the couch. My knees were on the front edge of the
cushion and I was leaning over with my arms on the back
of the couch. He stood behind me and I felt his finger,
covered with cold, greasy lubricant, as he slowly
worked it into my ass.

He was fairly gentle and it wasn't so bad. He worked it
in and out of me for a minute or so and then pulled it
out. I thought that was it but instead I felt his
fingers, two of them this time, entering and stretching
me even more.

I was still scared, but I had to admit that so far it
wasn't so bad. He repeated the process with three
fingers and it was kind of uncomfortable, but I was
starting to think that I would be able to handle it
when he finally put his cock in me. I was about to find
out.

He pulled his fingers free and there was a pause while
he greased his cock with the lubricant. Then I felt the
head of it pressing against my ass. I got scared again
and I started hyperventilating. He slapped my ass and
said, "Relax you stupid cunt! If you tense up it will
hurt worse. Just breathe normally and when I start
pushing you try pushing out with your muscles and it
won't be so bad. Or, you can keep doing what you are
doing and it will hurt. I don't give a cuckolds brownie either
way."

I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to do what he
said. I felt the head of his cock push into me and I
groaned in pain. It wasn't so bad though. It wasn't
pleasant, but it was bearable.

He took his time and slowly pushed his seven inch cock
inside of me and then he held me with the cheeks of my
ass tight against his stomach and just stood still and
enjoyed the moment. He made a few complimentary
comments to Jamal about how hot and tight my ass was
and then he started slowly fucking me.

I was getting used to that large cock in my ass and I
guess the stretching with his fingers had really helped
because it really wasn't so bad. I wasn't going to cum
from this. But most of the time I didn't cum from being
fucked in the pussy either.

As he started speeding up I became aware of the large,
heavy rings in my nipples and the fold of skin over my
clit as they started moving in time to his thrusts.
They still hurt, but it was actually starting to feel
pretty damned good! If he had lasted much longer I was
afraid that I was going to have an orgasm.

He didn't though. He grabbed my hips even harder, so
hard that it hurt, and he began to thrust violently
into my ass and in another minute he pressed his hips
against me and swore loudly and his cock began spewing
it's slimy cum inside of me. His orgasm seemed to last
for a long time, longer than I was used to. But finally
it was over and he pulled his soft cock free and after
covering the seat cushion with his t-shirt he sat in
his easy chair, breathing hard.

He smiled at Jamal and said, "Jesus kid! You sure can
pick 'em! That's about the best fuck I've ever had. You
sure are a lucky bastard. How did you know she would
just go along with all this cuckolds brownie?"

Jamal smiled that evil smile and said, "Shit pop, you
should have seen her face that first day. She was
scared cuckolds brownieless! She went all the way through college
and got an education, but she's too fucking stupid to
say no! Besides, I think she likes it. You ought to see
how wet her pussy gets when I make her strip in class.
That cuckolds brownie just runs right down her legs. All this time
the bitch was a slut and she didn't even know it."

They were talking about me like I wasn't even here. I
thought about what Jamal said about me. Could I have
just said no? There was never a threat. Well, no, that
isn't right. The first two times I did resist. The
first two times when they just surrounded me and felt
me up and kissed me I had struggled weakly. I had asked
them to leave me alone. I had never actually fought
them though. I never screamed. I never reported them.
Now it was too late.

They were talking about me and watching me as I stood
between them with my ass cheeks pressed together to
keep from leaking. I told Jamal that I needed to clean
up but he told me to wait. He wanted to try out my ass
first.

He ordered me back onto the couch and I positioned
myself the way his man had placed me earlier. There
was no stretching or anything this time. Jamal walked
up behind me and started powering his cock into my ass.

As soon as it was in me he started fucking me hard. It
hurt a little at first, but no more than it had with
his man. It started feeling better quicker too. I
had much more trouble resisting the pleasant sensations
that I was getting from the rings as they swung in time
to his powerful thrusts and their motion began to
stimulate me.

By the time Jamal came in my ass I was gritting my
teeth to keep from moaning in pleasure. I couldn't have
stood it if he had realized how turned on I was
getting. He stayed there with his cock buried in my ass
until it went soft and then he pulled out and ordered
me to go clean up again.

I rushed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and let
their cum drain out of me. It took a while. There was a
lot of it. Then I cleaned myself with a damp cloth and
returned to the living room.

Jamal's man ordered me to kneel between his legs and
suck his cock. I almost gagged just from looking at his
cock. It was covered with grease, the residue of the
lubricant that he had used. It also had traces of his
cum on it and god knows what else.

I asked him if I could clean his cock first and he
laughed and said, "Sure Miss Wilmister. You can clean my
cock first. Use your mouth."

I could see where Jamal got his charm from.

I leaned down and took the old man's cock into my mouth
and I guess it wasn't as bad as it looked. I didn't
taste the thing I was afraid that I was going to taste.
I sucked him clean and then I started sucking him off.

Trois semaines intenses


Les travaux de finition dans notre maimister mistert bientôt terminés, les parquets mistert posés, les peintures effectuées et la clôture est en passe de finition.


Cela fait maintenant cinq jours que ta copine Sophie est en vacances chez nous.

Tu es allée la chercher à l’aéroport lundi soir et depuis vous faites les touristes en alternant les visites et les plages pendant que je travaille. Quand vous rentrez, je prépare un petit plat le temps que vous vous laviez. Depuis que Sophie dort dans la chambre voisine de la nôtre, tu fais attention à ce qu’elle n’entende rien de nos ébats nocturnes. Pourtant, de mon côté, je fais ce que je peux pour te prendre le plus fort possible afin de t’extirper des cris de jouissance et ainsi alerter ta copine de ce que nous faimisters juste à côté d’elle.


Ce vendredi soir, après une soirée arrosée où je n’avais pas arrêté de provoquer Sophie, espérant l’exciter ou la choquer, nous sommes allés nous coucher un peu pompettes tous les trois. Comme tous les soirs, nous avons fait l’amour, et après un broute-minou qui t’a fait mordre l’oreiller, je commence à te prendre de plus en plus fort pour essayer d’enfin atteindre le même but que les soirs précédents. Lorsque je vois tes yeux qui changent d’expression et tu commences à me parler de mon attitude du soir avec ta meilleure amie.

— Ça t’excite de la provoquer, hein ? Tu veux vraiment lui faire mouiller sa culotte, toi ! D’ailleurs j’ai bien compris que tu mets tout ton cœur à la charge pour qu’elle nous entende faire l’amour…
— C’est vrai, j’avoue que ça m’excite, ma chérie.
— Oui, ben moi, ça ne m’excite pas… enfin pas comme ça…


Déçu au début de ta réponse négative, la fin de ta phrase soulève en moi une forte interrogation. Et je te pose des questions sur ce qui te plairait.

— Tu te souviens, mon chéri, quand tu voulais que je te domine et t’humilie devant Sophie lorsque j’étais chez elle et que je te parlais sur MSN ou au tel ?
— Oui, bien sur !
— Et là, depuis qu’elle est là, tu fais tout pour qu’elle m’entende jouir… Moi ce qui m’excite, c’est qu’elle m’entende te dominer, mon petit soumis ! Ah ! À ce que je vois, ça t’excite aussi, petit coquin !
— Oui, Maîtresse !
— Alors pour commencer, tu n’auras pas le droit de jouir ce soir ! Lève toi, va chercher les menottes, j’ai envie de t’attacher les mains au lit pendant que je te chevauche.


Je m’exécute et tu me chevauches, en m’insultant, me giflant et en me serrant les tétons de plus en plus fort. C’est impossible qu’à côté elle n’entende pas tes insultes, le bruit de ta main contre mes joues ou mes petits cris de douleur et de jouissance mêlés.

— Ça te plaît, hein petite salope, que je te baise comme ça ? Ça t’excite qu’elle nous entende et qu’elle sache qu’en ce moment même je te domine comme une petite pute ?


C’en est trop pour moi, entre l’excitation suscitée par tes paroles, les va-et-vient de nos sexes trempés de désir et mes tétons douloureux sous la *** que tu leur fais subir, je me répands dans ton ventre dans un long « hummmm » jouissif. Mais l’extase dure peu, car tu me cingles d’un coup en me giflant violemment.

— Tu avais interdiction de jouir, pauvre con ! - me tirant les cheveux - Mais tu te fous de ma gueule ou quoi ? Qui c’est qui domine ici ? Tu vas me le payer ça, je te préviens.


Je suis toujours attaché sur le dos, les mains menottées et attachées au-dessus de ma tête, lorsqu‘en te relevant et en venant asseoir ta chatte contre ma bouche, tu lâches :

— Ben, mon petit soumis, pour ta peine, tu vas devoir lécher tout le jus qui va couler. Alors tu vas bien nettoyer ma chatte et je veux qu’elle soit toute propre en me relevant ! Bien sûr, tu vas tout avaler, compris ?


Je réponds un oui étouffé par ton sexe collé contre ma bouche et je m’exécute vilement.

— C’est bien, petite pute, tu sais obéir. Mais ta punition n’est pas terminée, va chercher la cravache et mets toi à genoux par terre, le corps allongé sur le lit !


Je m’exécute rapidement, lorsque tu me dis :

— Tu viens de gagner vingt coups de cravache. Tu vas les compter à haute voix en me remerciant après chaque coup ! Compris ? Humm, je pense que ça doit être très humide du côté de la culotte de Sophie à côté, tu ne crois pas; petit soumis ?
— Si, ma reine.
— Ça te plaît, hein ? Alors compte assez fort pour être sûr qu’elle entende ! T’inquiète pas, de mon côté, je vais taper assez fort pour qu’elle comprenne bien ce qui se passe ici !
— Aïe ! un ! Merci maîtresse… Aaah ! deux ! Merci, ma reine… Ouille ! trois ! Merci, mon amour… etc.
— Tu as les fesses bien marquées, petite pute… Mais tu bandes encore ! Ça t’excite qu’elle ait parfaitement compris la situation, cochon. Eh bien maintenant, je vais te laisser dormir sur la béquille et pour être sure que tu ne te branles pas pendant que je dors, je vais te rattacher au lit, moi, je suis vannée, j’ai besoin de dormir là.


Et c’est ainsi que nous nous endormons, après que tu m’aies embrassé langoureusement en me glissant « Moi aussi, ça m’a beaucoup excitée, tu sais. D’ailleurs demain, inutile de nous cacher, tu seras à mes ordres toute la journée. Bonne nuit, chéri. »


Ce samedi matin, le réveil est douloureux… Ma pauvre petite tête, mais aussi mes fesses qui me brûlent encore des coups de cravaches de la veille, surtout que l’anesthésie due à l’alcool est bien passée maintenant. Toi aussi, tu as mal au crane lorsque tu m’ordonnes d’aller préparer le petit déjeuner et d’aller acheter des croissants et des pains au chocolat.


Je m’exécute et, pendant que le café coule et que l’eau du thé est sur le feu, je vais à la boulangerie en repensant à nos excès de la veille tout en appréhendant le regard de ta copine…


À mon retour, vous êtes toutes les deux assises sur la terrasse, les tasses remplies, et c’est en riant à pleine gorge que vous me regardez arriver vers vous. J’ai honte, je n’ose pas regarder Sophie dans les yeux lorsque je m’approche.

Mais lorsqu’elle me dit :

— Bonjour Philippe !


je lui réponds machinalement :

— Ça va Sophie, bien dormi ?


Je me rends tout de suite compte de la bêtise de ma réponse qui la fait sourire et rougir à la fois et qui te fais exploser de rire.

— Oui, elle a très bien dormi, et elle a fait de drôles de rêves m’a-t-elle dit ! Nous en parlions justement ! répondis-tu avec un air de défi.


Je répondais bêtement par un « ah ? » évasif.

— Bon, c’est pas tout ça, mais aujourd’hui on va à la plage entre filles, Sophie et moi.
— Mais vous avez fait ça toute la semaine, je serai bien venu avec vous aussi.
— Ne discute pas ! C’est comme ça, on a plein de choses à se dire, et puis de toute façon, tu n’as pas à discuter mes décisions, compris ? Tu nous feras un bon petit plat dont tu as le secret… comme ça tu pourras impressionner Sophie. LOL


Je baisais les yeux, n’osant pas regarder Sophie et je te répondis un « oui, mon Amour ! ». Sophie répondit du tac au tac à voix basse :

— Tiens, tu l’appelles mon amour, ce matin…


J’avais honte, elle avait tout entendu et tu venais de lui avouer nos frasques de la veille. J’étais sûr que, toute la matinée, vous alliez en parler en rigolant à la plage. Vos sacs prêts, vous vous mîtes en route, direction le lagon.


Nous avions pris le petit déjeuner tard et je me doutais que vous ne reviendriez pas tôt de la plage. Je me suis affairé aux tâches que tu m’avais confiées avant de partir : linge, vaisselle de la veille, un peu de ménage, puis je mis à préparer une salade composée et à faire macérer de la viande pour un barbecue. En attendant votre retour, je me mettais au jardin, essayant à le faire ressembler à quelque chose.


Finissant par trouver le temps long, je jetais un regard sur ma montre pour m’apercevoir qu’il était déjà 15 h passées ! J’ai essayé de t’appeler, mais tu ne répondais pas. J’ai donc mangé la salade et ai continué à m’affairer dans le jardin.


Il était presque 18 h quand vous êtes rentrées. Je ne pus m’empêcher de faire une remarque sur l’heure, mais tu m’interrompis aussi sec.

— Écoute, on a décidé de manger un sandwich sur la plage, trois beaux jeunes hommes s’étaient installés près de nous et Sophie est venue ici en vacances, elle compte bien en profiter, tu ne t’es pas ennuyé de ton côté, j’imagine, tu avais assez de choses à faire pour ne pas être dans nos pattes ! Et puis, comme ça, on a pu discuter entre femmes…
— Oui, bien sûr, mais vous auriez pu me prévenir pour le repas.
— N’oublies pas ce que je t’ai dis hier soir ; à partir de maintenant, tu es officiellement mon petit soumis, même devant elle ! D’ailleurs ça l’intrigue beaucoup et j’ai bien l’intention de lui montrer l’étendue du pouvoir que j’ai sur toi, alors t’es pas au bout de tes peines, tu ferais mieux de ravaler ta salive, je te préviens !


Pendant notre discussion, ton amie se tenait juste derrière toi et n’avait pas perdu une miette de ce que tu venais de me dire, ce qui apparemment l’amusait beaucoup.

— Ok, comme tu voudras, ma reine d’amour, essaie seulement de ne pas me raidir !
— Comme si j’en avais besoin !


Vous partîtes vous rincer de l’eau de mer et vous changer pour l’heure de l’apéro. Tu m’avais appelé pour que je t’étale de la crème après-solaire, puis tu m’avais envoyé préparer l’apéro et le dîner pendant que tu t’habillais et te maquillais. Vous vous étiez faites jolies, même Sophie ! Après tout, on est samedi soir et on va sûrement sortir en ville après dîner.

L’apéro fut l’occasion de me raconter votre journée plage, et l’échec des plans de Sophie quant au beau brun ténébreux qui lui avait tapé dans l’œil.

— Tu es trop timide et réservée, lui dis-je, soit plus entreprenante et coquine !
— Ça, c’est sûr, ajoutais-tu. Tu vois, même lui, est d’accord avec moi, il va falloir que tu suives mes conseils pour arriver à tes fins et surtout conserver ton homme plus de trois semaines !
— Tu exagères, répondit-elle. Ce n’est pas donné à tout le monde de dominer mister homme, et je n’ai pas sure d’en avoir envie, chacun mister truc !


Elle se rendit subitement compte qu’elle venait d’aborder le sujet sur lequel elle était restée muette devant moi depuis la veille et se mit à rougir. Tu le lui fis remarquer en rigolant et ajoutais :

— Je vais te montrer ce que c’est, tu vas voir, je vais te montrer comment on fait et tu pourras observer les résultats, après tu jugeras sur pièce. Mais ne reste pas dans tes stéréotypes de princesse et de prince charmant. Quant à toi, tu as bien entendu ce que je viens de lui dire ? Alors tu termines ton verre, tu te lèves et tu vas nous servir, je vais lui montrer comme c’est agréable d’avoir mister petit soumis à domicile !


J’étais moi-même gêné de ta façon de prendre les choses de face, de façon si abrupte. J’étais passé en l’espace de 24 h de mon rôle d’hôte et mari à celui d’esclave soumis devant une de tes copines qui m’est presque inconnue, quelle image allait-elle garder de moi après tout cela, serait-elle capable de faire la part des choses ? Mais ton ordre avait été si cinglant qu’il ne me laissait pas le choix et je me levais pour faire ce que tu voulais de moi.

Je mis donc le couvert, mais tu m’arrêtais :

— Pourquoi trois couverts ? Tu manges en cuisine, toi, à ta place ! Tu vois So, c’est facile, non ? Il suffit seulement d’y croire ! Toute la soirée, je vous servais et vous desservais, et je mangeais de mon côté, quand je ne devais pas servir vos verres, amener du sel, recevoir une critique sur le plat ou n’importe quoi qui te passait par la tête, même Sophie émit des critiques, je n’en revenais pas…


Après le dessert, je vous servis des petits digestifs de ma réserve permisternelle et tu commençais à aborder la suite de la soirée.

— Ça te dit d’aller boire un coup en ville, après tout, on croisera peut-être Ludo et ses potes de la plage. Et ce coup-ci, tu suivras mes conseils pour draguer Ludo. Je te garantis le succès, tu sais les hommes pensent trop souvent avec leur queue, ce qui nous rend la situation facile
— Oui, tu as sûrement raimister, allons donc en ville, c’est samedi et je suis ici en vacances, c’est pas pour me coucher à 23h !
— Très bien, tu prends du poil de la bête, c’est décidé, on bouge, la chance sourit aux audacieux, n’oublie pas ça. Par contre, il faut que je m’occupe de notre serviteur du soir, inutile qu’il vienne avec nous, il ferait fuir tes potentielles rencontres, et puis j’ai envie de le punir, comme je t’ai dit tout à l’heure, il n’a pas su se retenir hier soir !


Je revenais de faire la vaisselle et j’étais juste à la porte-fenêtre lorsque tu lui dis ces derniers mots alors que Sophie me regardait arriver et je me suis senti honteux, humilié.

— Ah ben justement, on parlait de toi ! On va sortir boire un coup en ville. Tu vas rester ici ! Comme ça tu pourras réfléchir à ce qui arrive quand on n’obéit pas à mes ordres. Monte, je vais te coucher avant de partir.


Je compris parfaitement ce que tu voulais dire et j’étais soulagé que tu ne l’expliques pas devant elle. Je montais donc sans broncher pour ne pas te provoquer. J’avais droit à ce que j’avais imaginé : allongé nu sur notre lit, les mains menottées et attachées à la tête du lit pour éviter que je ne décharge mon arme seul. Tu sortis un sous-vêtement sale pour le maintenir sous mon nez.

— Comme ça, tu penseras bien à moi en dormant !


Et tu disparu. J’entendis ta voiture démarrer et s’éloigner dans la nuit, puis je m’endormis, ma journée n’avait pas été reposante !


Tiré de mon sommeil par des bruits de portes et des fous rires, j’émergeais à peine lorsque tu ouvrais la porte de notre chambre. Vous étiez ivres, ça je l’avais bien compris !

— Alors, petit soumis, tu t’es ennuyé de moi, j’espère ! Dis-moi ça te plaît d’être mon esclave, de te plier à mes ordres et d’être humilié publiquement ?
— Heuu… Quoi ?.. Oui… si tu veux, mon amour…


Te retournant :

— Tu vois, ça l’excite, viens, entre, tu vas voir dans quelle position il est


À ces mots Sophie entrait dans notre chambre et me découvrait nu, menotté et affublé de ton string sur la tête. Elle éclata de rire et me regardait de plus en plus intéressée, je me rendais compte de la situation lorsqu’elle dit :

— Ah, mais t’avais raimister, regarde le ton gros cochon, il bande de plus en plus ! Et t’as même pas commencé à lui tordre les tétons ! Je verrai pas l’effet magique que tu m’avais décris cet aprèm… j’étais curieuse… .
— T’inquiète pas, So, c’est pas pour ça que je vais m’en priver, crois moi ! Mais d’abord tu vas voir mister cul et les traces des coups de cravache d’hier soir… Tu vas voir les conséquences des bruits que tu as entendus hier ! T’as entendu toi ? Tourne-toi et exhibe ton cul strié, ma petite pute !


Je n’en revenais pas, c’était cash comme réveil, mais je m’exécutais docilement devant ta volonté.

— Ah oui, t’y es pas allée de main morte, il a dû avoir mal le pauvre…
— Tu te trompes, ça lui fait du bien, regarde.


Tu as commencé à me tordre le téton droit qui était plus proche de toi, et je ne pus me retenir de montrer mon contentement.

— Et j’y vais pas de main morte, viens voir de plus près ! Tiens, vas-y pince-le lui toi-même, tu vas voir.


Je ne disais rien et me laissais aller, mais j’étais très étonné que tu fasses participer ta copine, toi qui es si jalouse d’habitude. Je bandais très dur et je dus te prévenir de ma prochaine éjaculation, si la situation perdurait ainsi. Tu commenças à t’énerver contre moi et je reçus une gifle.

— Ah non, pas deux soirs de suite hein !


À ces mots, tu me détachais et t’allongeais à ma place après avoir remonté ta courte robe et retiré ton string.

— Après avoir reniflé mon string sale, tu vas te plonger pour de vrai dans ma chatte. Pendant ce temps, je vais apprendre à So à mettre des coups de cravache sur ton cul de petite salope.
— Oh, je vais pas oser, tu sais.
— Ecoute So, arrête de faire ta mijaurée, tu es ici en formation, alors en scène !


Je me trouvais donc à genoux entre tes cuisses avec ta copine qui me mettait des coups de cravache de plus en plus forts. Elle s’emporta même et je dus lui demander d’y aller moins fort, mais il fallut attendre que tu lui demandes de ne pas abîmer ton esclave chéri pour quelle se calme.

— Maintenant mon petit soumis obéissant, tu vas te lever, tu as bien obéis et tu t’es bien laissé faire, je vais te faire jouir en te branlant devant Sophie, comme ça ton offense sera totale.


Je déchargeais rapidement et honteusement sous les premiers va-et-vient de ta main sur mon sexe raide, et sous les yeux de ta copine qui visiblement appréciait beaucoup le spectacle. Mon foutre se répandait sur le parquet tout neuf lorsque Sophie fis une remarque.

— C’est vrai qu’il a joui bien vite, j’espère qu’il a le temps de te faire jouir d’habitude… et puis se faire prendre par un petit esclave, ça doit être moins excitant que par un vrai mec… Maintenant que t’as un soumis à la maimister, tu devrais aussi prendre un amant, un amant très viril, lui, qu’est-ce que t’en penses ?
— Humm, mais c’est que tu as de la suite dans les idées, c’est pas mal, ça me plaît bien, t’as raimister. Et te tournant vers moi. T’as entendu, je crois que je vais suivre la recommandation de So et que je vais devoir te tromper maintenant puisque t’es incapable de te retenir quand je te l’ordonne !
— Oh ! Regarde ! fit-elle ! Sa bite gonfle à vue d’œil, mais c’est que ça l’excite, lui aussi, que tu te tapes un autre mec ! Pourquoi s’en priver dans ces conditions ?


Elle avait raimister, sa remarque m’avait beaucoup excité et ma bite était à nouveau droite comme un I, alors que je venais d’éjaculer.

— C’est bien, mon chéri, je vais y misterger sérieusement alors, tu sais qui doit arriver bientôt ? Mais maintenant, tu vas pouvoir nettoyer tout ça, on te laisse y réfléchir et on va boire un dernier verre pour fêter la dépravation de So. Et t’as pas le droit de t’endormir avant que je ne te rejoigne.


Vous descendîtes l’escalier en riant fort, l’alcool vous égarait encore les esprits. Je nettoyais le parquet de ma semence et t’attendais sagement. Lorsque tu revins, tu remarquas de suite que je bandais encore fort et tu me le fis remarquer en me demandant si j’étais content.

— En tout cas, moi, je suis fière de toi, mon chéri, tu es bien soumis, bel exemple pour Sophie.


Les jours suivants, vous me traitiez toutes les deux comme votre chose, mais Sophie n’eut plus de contact physique avec moi, se contentant de répéter mister rôle comme elle aurait travaillé ses devoirs. Tu ne semblais plus non plus manifester le souhait de m’exhiber à elle, tu ne l’avais sûrement fait que pour la convaincre de changer d’attitude… et à cause de l’alcool qui était en saturation dans ton sang ce soir-là. Et tu étais bien parvenue à tes fins. Mes journées de travail étaient interminables et j’étais pressé de rentrer chez nous pour vous servir du mieux que je pouvais. C’est que tu n’es pas facilement satisfaite et que Mlle Sophie s’était mise à devenir exigeante, elle aussi. Sans doute suivait-elle ton modèle, et tu en étais très fière, lorsque je te le confiais dans la chambre qui était redevenue notre espace réservé. Elle pouvait toutefois nous écouter faire l’amour et je pouvais même retrouver ma place habituelle entre tes jambes. Tu ne te retenais plus pour exprimer ton plaisir, mais, chaque matin, tu me rappelais que je devais retrouver la place de soumis qui était désormais la mienne.


C’est le mercredi que Sophie exprima mister désir de sortir à nouveau en ville. Elle devait mourir d’envie de faire l’amour après toute l’excitation suscitée par ces expériences qu’elle découvrait. Vous m’abandonniez après manger en me laissant la table à débarrasser et la vaisselle à laver, tâches que j’exécutais rapidement pour m’installer devant la télé. Je me trouvais d’ailleurs toujours devant le poste lorsque je vous entendis rentrer.


Sophie avait dû lever un poismister, puisque j’entendais une voix masculine avec vous. Mais stupeur, ce n’était pas un, mais deux hommes qui vous accompagnaient ! Sophie ne prit pas le temps de me saluer et couru dans sa chambre en entraînant le premier des deux.

— Viens Ludo, faut que je te montre ce dont je te parlais !


Tu t’approchais de moi, lorsque je m’aperçus que tu tenais le deuxième larron par la main, l’entraînant à ta suite vers moi.

— Je te présente Stéphane, je m’ennuyais avec So et Ludo qui minaudaient alors je suis allée danser. Stéphane danse très bien, alors j’ai pensé qu’il devait bien bouger mister corps dans d’autres positions… Je te dirais ça demain matin ! Ce soir, tu n’auras qu’à dormir sur le canapé, puisque tu l’occupes déjà ! Tu vois Stef, c’est lui qui me baise habituellement, mais ce soir j’ai envie d’un homme, un vrai, montons vite ! Toi, t’as pas intérêt de monter pour me mater, je te préviens !


Le fameux Stef était bien étonné et ne semblait pas avoir encore compris la situation lorsque vous disparûtes dans les escaliers. Déjà on entendait Sophie et Ludo ricaner et émettre des bruits explicatifs ; mais le concert fut total lorsque Stéphane commença à faire vibrer tes cordes vocales. Sophie fit tout pour crier plus fort que toi, c’était comme un concours et chacune voulait l’emporter ! De mon côté, je me branlais plusieurs fois et vidait petit à petit le rouleau de Sopalin. Stéphane repartit dans la nuit, sa femme allait s’inquiéter s’il dormait ici ! L’ayant raccompagné, tu me lançais :

— Ça t’as plu d’être cocufié en direct et sous ton toit ? Parce que moi, j’y ai bien trouvé mon compte !


N’osant pas répondre trop directement, j’osais un « Tu sais mon amour, ton plaisir est le mien. » C’est mon sexe qui reprenait de la vigueur qui trahit une fois de plus mes pensées.

Tu m’interdis toutefois de te rejoindre et me laissais finir la nuit au milieu des papiers souillés.

Le lendemain, j’étais déjà au boulot lorsque vous vous levâtes tous les trois et, à mon retour, j’appris que le fameux Ludo avait prétexté un rendez-vous à la banque pour s’esquiver en laissant un faux numéro. La fin de la semaine se passait pour moi comme elle avait débuté, à vous servir dés mon retour du boulot. C’était harassant, mais j’avoue que je n’étais pas le dernier à y trouver du plaisir ; en plus ça égayait la fin de séjour de Sophie qui n’avait toujours pas trouvé l’homme de sa vie !


Le vendredi suivant, veille de mister départ, tu devais aller à l’aéroport. Eric, l’ami avec qui tu n’avais jamais conclu, venait passer huit jours chez nous. Tu l’avais contacté par texto, il y a quelques mois, un soir où on avait trop bu pour ajouter à notre excitation. Tu l’invitais à venir passer ses vacances chez nous. Il avait de suite répondu oui, mais plusieurs mois s’étaient écoulés lorsqu’il te téléphona pour demander si nous pouvions toujours l’accueillir. Ses dates de vacances se chevauchaient un peu avec celles de Sophie, mais nous avions assez de place pour les loger tous les deux.


Tu partis seule le chercher et tu me confias à l’autorité de Sophie pendant ton absence. C’était pour elle le moment de préparer ses valises en tentant d’y faire entrer les bouteilles et les divers souvenirs dont elle avait pu s’encombrer au marché forain. Je travaillais au jardin lorsqu’elle m’ordonna de la conduire à la plage en fin d’après midi pour se baigner une dernière fois et profiter du coucher de soleil. Je n’avais pas le choix, elle était devenue ma maîtresse-bis, et je m’étais habitué à obéir sans réfléchir à chacune de vos sollicitations. En remontant à la maimister vers 19 h 30, nous découvrîmes un mot sur la table du salon.

Sophie,

je suis désolée, mais nous ne passerons pas ta dernière soirée ensemble, ne t’inquiète pas on se verra demain et c’est moi qui te conduirai à l’aéroport. Eric et moi avons tant de choses à nous dire que de manger avec vous aurait créé une situation tendue car nous n’aurions pas pu nous parler franchement devant vous. J’espère que tu comprendras. Gros bisous et à demain.


PS : dis à Philippe de te mitonner un bon petit plat.


PPS : tu l’attacheras dans la position où nous l’avons trouvé la semaine dernière. Re-bisous.


Mathilde.



Je montais dans la chambre prendre de quoi m’habiller en sortant du bain lorsque je vis deux valises dans notre chambre et un mot sur le lit.



Mon petit soumis d’amour,

tu comprends très bien ce qui est en train d’arriver, nous sommes allés manger au restaurant. Ce n’est pas un hasard si les valises d’Eric mistert dans notre chambre. Prépare-toi assez d’affaires pour passer une semaine dans le bureau. On va bien voir si tu vis toujours bien ce fantasme sur la durée. Moi, en tout cas, ça me plaît beaucoup ! Sois sage et obéissant avec Sophie, c’est sa dernière soirée, mais ne vas pas trop loin, je t’interdis tout contact physique déplacé avec elle, tu te laisseras quand même faire en fin de soirée, je t’ai réservé une petite surprise. Je t’aime, esclave de mon cœur.


Ta reine que tu vas servir comme jamais.



C’est vrai que je m’attendais bien à ce que ça finisse ainsi, mais j’imaginais que ça débuterait doucement et que ça irait crescendo, du moins pas devant Sophie ! Je ne l’ai même encore jamais vu, cet Eric dont tu me parles depuis que je t’ai proposé de coucher avec un autre, il y a bien longtemps alors que nous vivions séparés de longs mois durant.


Un peu dépassé par les évènements, je préparais mes affaires en regardant notre lit où vous alliez vivre vos frasques tout au long de la semaine. Mon excitation montante était mêlée d’une jalousie de plus en plus vive, lorsque Sophie me dis sèchement qu’elle mourrait de faim et que je devais me dépêcher. Je m’exécutais et mangeais avec elle en devisant des souvenirs de mister séjour chez nous et des visites que vous aviez faites. Elle n’aborda pas d’autre sujet. Comme elle voulait se coucher, elle me dit de monter avec elle. Je voulais vous attendre et enfin voir ce fameux Eric qui allait vivre huit jours sous notre toit, mais surtout dans mon lit… Mais elle ne me laissa pas le choix, il fallu tout de même que je lui montre ton mot pour qu’elle m’attache nu au lit du bureau et non à celui de notre chambre… C’est qu’elle t’obéissait bien, elle aussi ! Elle n’oublia pas de placer un de tes strings sales sous mon nez et me dis en sortant « Bande bien, cochon ! » tout en me souriant et éteignit la lumière après m’avoir fait un clin d’œil complice. C’est vrai que ça m’avait beaucoup excité qu’elle m’attache ainsi !


C’est la lumière qui m’a réveillé. Tu étais là debout, souriante au pas de la porte. Comme tu étais sexy dans ta jupe blanche avec un top dos nu. Tu approchais de moi, je te souriais aussi. Tu étais radieuse.


Alors mon petit soumis, on s’apprête à devenir un bon petit cocu ? Je ne te cache pas que ça m’excite terriblement de te savoir attaché ici, juste à côté, que tu vas nous entendre.


Retirant ton string.


Tiens, tu vas pouvoir constater par toi-même.


Et tu remplaçais le string sale par celui que tu venais de retirer. Je pus constater combien il était trempé, je n’arrivais même pas à respirer au travers tellement il était gluant de ton désir.

— Bon, mon chéri, souhaite-moi une bonne nuit, moi, je te souhaite de bien bander en m’écoutant te faire cocu, mais je vois que tu bandes déjà bien fort. Bisous, et n’oublie pas que je t’aime.


Cette nuit me parut interminable. Ça me faisait bizarre d’entendre la voix de cet Eric te parler et rire dans notre chambre, alors que je ne l’avais toujours pas vu. Mais je ne l’ai pas entendu parler bien longtemps. Des bruits de baisers, puis des bruits équivoques de permisternes faisant l’amour se mistert vite substitués aux paroles, et les gémissements n’ont pas tardé à venir couvrir les bruits du lit qui tapait contre le mur.

— Qu’est-ce qu’elle doit prendre ! me dis-je intérieurement. Sophie, elle non plus, ne doit pas en perdre une miette…


Il a fallu que je me fasse violence pour ne pas retirer les menottes et me faire jouir, mais je ne voulais pas te désobéir. J’aime te manifester mon amour en t’obéissant scrupuleusement, mais aussi en t’offrant tous ces plaisirs qui mistert habituellement interdits aux femmes mariées et que la morale réprouve. Puisque c’est moi qui te le permettais, tu n’avais pas à en avoir honte et tu pouvais jouir pleinement de ces expériences sans sentiments de culpabilité. Et ce soir, à en croire mes oreilles, tu jouissais pleinement ! Je savais que tu aurais plus tard l’occasion de me remercier pour ce que je t’offrais. Vos bruits durèrent une partie de la nuit, puis plus rien, sans doute avait-il reçu d’un coup le décalage horaire en pleine tête. Je m’endormis moi aussi comme une masse, avec ton string ruisselant sur le nez. Je pensais à ta chatte, à mister odeur, à ton excitation singulièrement abondante, mais aussi au mister sans lumière auquel je venais d’assister. Il ne m’aurait sûrement pas fallu longtemps avant d’inonder mon ventre en de longs jets saccadés si j’avais libéré mes mains.


Le lendemain matin, tu vins me réveiller et me détacher pour que j’aille préparer le petit déjeuner pour toute la joyeuse troupe et tu me rappelais mon rôle pour la future semaine. J’allais être le valet du couple que tu formais avec cet inconnu et qui vivait sous mon toit en partageant tous mes trésors. Tu l’avais prévenu de ce petit jeu et c’est de bonne grâce qu’il allait remplir mister rôle. J’avais toujours l’appréhension de la rencontre avec Eric, mais c’est agité d‘une profonde excitation que je m’activais pour vous servir. Sophie fut la première à descendre.

— Quel bruit, j’ai eu du mal à m’endormir, s’amusa-t-elle à me lancer, avant d’ajouter, et toi, tu as passé une nuit agréable ? Elle en a de la chance, Mathilde, quand même… Comme la veille au soir, elle me fit un clin d’œil complice. J’ai compris qu’elle ne nous jugeait pas, mais qu’elle partageait ce que nous vivions en espérant un jour pouvoir vivre cela elle même. Son séjour l’avait profondément changée.


Puis le « couple » descendit nous rejoindre.

— Bonjour, monsieur, bonjour, madame.
— Bonjour, Philippe, me répondis-tu. Monsieur a une faim de loup, mister voyage l’a creusé.
— Ou bien ce mistert les efforts, ajouta Sophie qui s’amusait de plus en plus à ce petit jeu.
— Ah ben, je vois que tu t’es vraiment prise au jeu, lui répondis-tu. Mais je t’en prie, Philippe, appelle-nous par nos prénoms.


Nous déjeunâmes tous ensemble. C’est tout de même moi qui servait et desservais la table ou à qui on demandait de faire passer la confiture ou le sucre.

Les ablutions terminées, tu es partie emmener Sophie à l’aéroport et me laissais seul en tête à tête avec Eric. Les premières minutes furent peuplées d’un profond silence qui fut rompu par Eric qui se prenait lui aussi doucement au jeu.

— Dis moi, Philippe, je ne pense pas que tu sois à notre service pour ne rien faire, va donc nettoyer la salle de bain, elle en a grand besoin, dit-il avec un sourire en coin.


J’avalais une gorgée de salive et partais m’affairer à ma tache. Au moins, j’allais être occupé en t’attendant. Lorsque je redescendis, il se pavanait au soleil sur la terrasse.

— Tu as déjà fini, Philippe ? Approche donc. Il y a deux boites de préservatifs dans ma valise rouge. Vas-en chercher une que tu garderas avec toi. Madame Mathilde est très sexy et coquine ce qui fait que je vais avoir souvent envie d’elle. Comme je ne veux pas me balader sans cesse avec la boite à la main, tu m’en apporteras une à chaque fois que je te le demanderai, compris ?
— Compris, monsieur Eric. Et je partis changer les draps et nettoyer la chambre de Sophie.


Tu es revenue en fin d’après midi, Eric faisait une sieste.

— Alors mon petit cocu, on est heureux ? Ça va toujours ?
— Oui, ça va, je tiens. Ça m’excite toujours autant ! Surtout quand tu me parles comme ça. Et toi, t’as eu l’air de bien apprécier l’expérience, hier soir !
— Ouiiii ! Tu as bien raimister, petit cocu ! Humm, je dois avouer que je suis aussi très excitée à y repenser, et puisqu’Eric dort, je ne vois que toi pour me soulager !


Nous en avons donc profité pour faire l’amour tous les deux, presque en nous cachant. Je dois avouer que j’ai trouvé très excitant de te faire l’amour comme ton amant, en cachette de celui qui tenait le rôle de ton « officiel ». Il me semble que la situation t’a aussi beaucoup plu…


Apparemment encore fatigué après sa sieste, Eric ne souhaita pas sortir ce soir-là. Peut-être avait-il trop donné hier soir ?


J’ai fait des grillades et nous avons mangé tous les trois. L’atmosphère se détendait pour moi, une complicité se tissait entre ton amant et moi.


La nuit fut semblable à la précédente, si ce n’est que j’avais ma liberté de mouvement. J’ai donc pu jouir de vos ébats en vous écoutant. J’étais resté dans le bureau, car c’est là que j’entendais le mieux ce qui se passait dans notre chambre. À mon réveil, j’étais encore très excité et je ne pu me retenir de me masturber à nouveau en l’imaginant te baiser de l’autre côté du mur.


Ce dimanche, nous avons fait un pique nique à la plage, nous avons beaucoup ri et je vous ai regardés vous éloigner pour aller faire l’amour à l’écart. Eric n’avait pas manqué de me demander une capote pour que je sois bien au courant de ce que vous alliez faire.


Le soir, il manifesta mister envie de sortir en ville. Je restais donc consigné à la maimister et finalement m’endormis après m’être délesté de quelques giclées de sperme. Je ne me suis même pas réveillé à votre retour et je ne sais pas s’il t’a fait l’amour en rentrant.


La semaine s’écoula doucement entre mon travail et vos excursions touristiques.


Je n’étais plus uniquement le soumis dominé, mais j’étais aussi devenu le majordome complice de vos ébats. Deux fois nous avons refait l’amour tous les deux en nous cachant comme deux gamins, excités par le risque d’être surpris… par ton amant qui prenait mister bain ! Vous vous gêniez de moins en moins de ma présence. Toi qui ne voulais absolument pas que je te vois lui faire l’amour avec un autre, tu t’abandonnais à lui dans le salon lorsque je faisais à manger dans la cuisine et plusieurs fois j’assistais à vos partie de sexe. Tantôt lorsqu’il te prenait sur la table de la terrasse, tantôt lorsqu’il te faisait un cunnilingus sur le canapé… Je me souviens du regard noyé de plaisir que tu m’as lancé de tes si jolis yeux alors que je m’étais arrêté de travailler dans le jardin pour vous observer. Ma présence ne te dérangeait plus, mieux, elle commençait à t’exciter et tu ne manquas pas de venir me réveiller lorsque vous êtes rentrés du restaurant le jeudi soir avant que vous ne fassiez l’amour.

— Ohoh mon petit soumis, réveille toi, on va encore te faire cocu ! Me dis-tu en me secouant du bout de ton pied. Tu manifestais donc le désir que je ne perde pas une miette de ce qui se tramait sous mon toit.


Le vendredi soir tu m’avais commandé un plat que tu affectionnes particulièrement pour la dernière nuit d’Eric chez nous. Je m’étais appliqué pour le réussir au mieux. C’est lui qui m’invita à prendre l’apéro et le repas avec vous, comme si j’étais l’invité. Tu étais très sexy dans ta robe courte et décolletée et il s’amusait à te demander de me faire passer les cacahuètes en te penchant vers moi pour exhiber ta jolie poitrine. J’ai bien vu que ça t’agaçait au début, mais l’alcool aidant tu ne faisais même plus attention à ta tenue. Au dessert il te glissa une phrase à l’oreille puis m’invita à prendre le pousse-café au salon. J’ai vite compris la teneur de mister propos lorsque tu vins t’asseoir entre nous. Tu n’avais plus de string et tu laissais tes cuisses assez écartées pour que cela devienne indécent. On voyait ton sexe briller d’excitation. La lumière n’était pourtant pas très intense au contraire de ton désir ! Tu t’es alors tournée vers moi et tu m’as embrassé devant lui, tout en lui caressant la cuisse, puis le sexe au travers de mister pantalon de toile.

Ce soir-là, nous avons fait l’amour tous les trois dans notre chambre. Tu me suçais d’abord pendant qu’il te léchait le minou, puis il s’introduisit en toi, toujours muni d’un préservatif. Tu n’arrêtais pas de m’embrasser et de me caresser. Visiblement mon corps t’avait manqué malgré nos relations cachées. Tu m’as alors demandé d’introduire un doigt dans ton anus pendant qu’il s’afférait dans ton sexe. Je te dilatais lentement le petit orifice lorsque tu me demandais quand j’allais enfin t’offrir la double pénétration dont je parlais si souvent d’habitude. Ton corps était tendu vers nos deux sexes et j’étais très excité. Allais-tu pousser ce râle de plaisir comme la première fois à l’hôtel en vacances lorsque je t’avais fais découvrir ce plaisir avec le godemichet que tu nommes Brad ??? J’étais impatient de le savoir en te badigeonnant de gel lubrifiant.

Bizarrement tu ne dis rien au début, mais tu finis par hurler des phrases qui nous incitaient à continuer encore et encore… Eric jouit le premier mais je ne tardais pas à jouir à mon tour dans ton ventre, l’emplissant de ma semence. Nous nous sommes endormis tous les trois dans notre lit en te caressant les seins, le ventre et en t’embrassant. Tu avais deux amants qui te couvraient de douceur après t’avoir offert une partie de sexe extrême.

C’est encore toi qui me réveillais le lendemain, jour du départ de ton amant. Tu m’entonnas d’aller vous préparer un petit déjeuner copieux, et je compris que je retrouvais une place plus inférieure à celle de la veille. Je reprenais docilement mon rôle de soumis, sachant que cela ne durerai plus, Eric prenait l’avion de 15h45, il fallait que je profite de ces derniers instants à vous servir ! Je t’obéis de suite et disparu dans la cuisine.

Le petit déjeuné était prés et je vous attendais sur la terrasse depuis maintenant 15 mn environ lorsqu’Eric qui s’était réveillé m’appela pour monter vous le servir au lit. La porte de la chambre était fermée. Je frappais.

— Entre ! Dis-tu, ce que je fis sans appréhension. Pose le petit déjeuner à terre, mets toi à genoux et mate bien, je vais te faire un cadeau pour te remercier de ces dernières trois semaines mon amour. Mais avant je veux que tu mettes les menottes dans ton dos. Ok ?


À ces mots j’obtempérais sans broncher, intrigué que j’étais. Lorsque je revins, je me mis en position et tu commenças à lui sauter dessus. C’est la première fois que je te voyais sucer une autre bite que la mienne et j’avoue que ce spectacle me provoque aujourd’hui encore de puissantes érections lorsque je repense à tes yeux révulsés de plaisir en suçant ce membre devant moi. Ce matin là tu t’étais faite Salope pour mon plus grand plaisir. Je bandais comme un taureau à te voir prendre ton pied sous les coups de butoirs d’Eric qui te prenait violemment en levrette et qui te tirait les cheveux. Tu me regardais fixement en souriant quand tu n’avais pas les yeux clos par le plaisir que tu ressentais. De mon côté ma bite était érigée comme un cadran solaire, il ne manquait plus que le soleil. À power de t’enfoncer vigoureusement mister sexe à un rythme soutenu, Eric finit par jouir dans sa capote en t’extirpant des râles de bonheur.

— Toi tu resteras tendu ! T’auras bien le temps de débander en nous regardant déjeuner, je vais quand même pas te branler non plus, et comme t’es menotté, tu peux pas le faire toi-même… Dommage hein ?


Je ne répondais rien, repensant à ce spectacle que tu venais de m’offrir… Le petit déjeuné tiède expédié et les ablutions passées, nous prîmes tous les trois la route de l’aéroport.

Avant de passer la douane, Eric me dit combien je pouvais être fier d’être ton chéri, qu’il m’enviait et qu’il avait senti combien ton amour pour moi était fort. Il m’avoua enfin qu’il nous avait vus faire l’amour dans mister dos.

Tu l’embrassas une dernière fois, puis il passa en zone internationale.

La route du retour fut très rapide, nous repensions tous les deux à ce que nous venions de vivre. C’est lorsque j’ouvris la porte de la maimister que tu me dis :

— Bon mon cochon, j’espère que maintenant tu va savoir te contenter d’un retour à la normale entre nous deux après ces trois semaines de dépravation intense ? Tu ne peux pas être mon cocu soumis tous les jours non plus !
— Ça va être dur, te répondis-je pour te provoquer… Non, je suis heureux de me retrouver seul à la maimister avec toi, de dormir ce soir contre toi, de sentir tes baisers, tes caresses et de te faire l’Amour tendrement aussi ! N’oublies pas que je t’aime ma chérie d’amour. Te dis-je en t’étreignant de mes bras et en t’embrassant langoureusement.


Dix mois plus tard tu m’offrais une magnifique petite Chloée…

Piégée par l'orage


Je m'appelle Emma, j'ai trente deux ans, et, d'après mes amis, je suis assez belle. Je suis célibataire, ce qui ne m’empêche pas d'aimer le sexe. Mes partenaires, hommes ou femmes peuvent en témoigner. Je suis toujours habillée très sexy, sauf au travail ou je porte un tailleur assez strict.
Je suis juge au palais de justice dans un département du sud de la France.
Aujourd'hui, la journée a été très chargée. Un tas de dossier à traiter, dont un qui revient souvent sur la table.
C'est un jeune délinquant qui sème la terreur parmi le voisinage avec mister chien, un énorme berger allemand. Le gamin doit avoir dix huit ans, très beau, mais en manque d'affection.
-Alors jeune homme, lui dis-je, encore vous. C'est plus que de la récidive. Je dois sévir. Vous avez quarante huit heures pour vous débarrasser de vôtre chien.
Le jeune homme, prénommé Boris, quitte le tribunal, le regard menaçant.
Il est dix huit heure quand je quitte le palais de justice.
Le ciel se charge de gros nuages, çà sent l'orage. Ils mistert très violents dans cette région. je démarre, et décide de prendre la départementale pour dire bonjour à mes parents.
Maintenant, c'est le déluge. la chaussée est inondée.
Subitement, ma voiture cale.
"Oh mon dieu, dis-je, dans ce coin isolé, qui va me venir en aide" A travers la pluie battante, je distingue des phares qui s’approchent. Je sors de ma voiture, et fait des grands signes pour intercepter le véhicule. C'est un gros 4x4. il s'arrête Un homme sort, vêtue d'un kaway, qui lui couvre une partie du visage.
-Un problème, demande-t-il.
-J'ai calé, que je réponds, elle veut plus démarrer. Mes parents habitent tout prêt, si vous pouviez me déposer.
-D'accord, passez à l'arrière.
A peine monté, deux bras me saisissent par la taille, et me plaque sur le siège. Je tourne la tête, et remarque un énorme berger allemand à la place passager. le chauffeur se retourne, c'est Boris, le jeune délinquant. Je croise le visage de celui qui me maintient de power sur le siège.
-Pat, mais qu'est-ce-que tu fais, lâche moi, voyou. Tu vas voir quand je vais croiser tes parents.
Il arrache littéralement mes vêtements. En deux minutes, je me retrouve entièrement nue.
-Putain, la juge, s'extasie Pat, comme elle est gauler. Je sens qu'on va bien s'amuser.
Je me débats de toutes mes powers, mais je fais pas le poids à côté d'eux. Et ce chien qui tire la langue en me fixant d'un regard froid.
Pat me fait pivoter, de façon que mon sexe soit entre les deux fauteuils de devant.
-J'ai décidé d'offrir un extra à mon chien avant de m'en débarrasser. Vas-y Rex.
-Mais vous êtes fous, hurle ai-je, arrêtez tout çà, çà va vous coutez cher.
Mais le museau du chien est déjà contre ma fente. Sa truffe, humide frotte contre mon clitoris. Puis, c'est sa langue qui rentre en action.
- Arrêtez-le, c'est sale. Je vous en supplie, retirez vôtre chien.
Mais la langue, râpeuse, continue mister léchage. Elle écarte mes lèvres, et pénètre au plus profond de moi même.
Je ferme les yeux. Je ne reste pas insensible aux caresses de cette langue. Je me cambre légèrement en avant.
Pat, derrière moi, a saisit mes seins.
-Oua, comme ils ont devenus durs. Et les bouts, ils ont doublés de volume.
-Tais toi salaud, lui dis-je, tu ne vois pas que je me régale.
Ma chatte est toute mouillée. Que c'est bon putain. Il ne peut pas rentrer mister museau.
Je tire le chien par ses oreilles pour le maintenir contre moi.
-Vas-y salaud, bouffe moi la chatte sale mâle.
Boris caresse le sexe de Rex. Il se gare dans un sous bois.
-Tu es prêt mon chien, tu vas niquer une juge, pendant qu'elle me taillera une pipe.
-Vous allez me faire prendre par la chien. Pat, s'il te plait, pour tes parents, rémisterne ton copain, je verrai ce que je peux faire pour qu'il garde mister natural.
-Vous allez voir, vous allez vous régaler.
Pat me fait changer de position. Je suis à genoux, mon visage appuyé contre la vitre. Seule, la pluie qui ruisselle rompt le silence. Puis, je sens une masse poilue me grimper sur le dos, des pattes qui me griffent les flancs. Mais surtout, je sens une queue dure comme du béton à l'entrée de ma fente.
-Noonnn, crie ai-je, haa..haaa, pas çà.
Je suis en larmes. Le molosse entame ses va et vient. Sa queue tape au fond de mon vagin. petit à petit, la douleur s'estompe pour laisser la place à une sensation de plaisir.
Je sens le désir monter en moi.
Boris me tourne le tête, et pose sa queue en érection contre mes lèvres.
-Alors, cette pipe, tu me l'a fait, sale pute.
Sans réfléchir, j'ouvre la bouche, et l'avale. Le chien accentue ses coups de reins, je sens la bave couler sur mon dos, puis un liquide brulant qui se mélange avec ma mouille. Il se retire aussitôt en couinant. En même temps, Boris vide sa semence au fond de ma gorge en poussant des grands "han" de bucherons. Moi, mon orgasme est terrible.
J'éclabousse le 4x4 de ma cyprine. Je suis épuisée.
Je prends la tête du berger allemand, et la tire entre mes jambes.
-Nettoie ma petite chatte, lui dis-je. Tu vois comme une femme, même une juge, peut être une pute.
Comme s'il avait compris, Rex pousse un petit aboiement.
-Boris, j'ai un grand parc chez moi, je peux prendre Rex si tu veux. Il sera pas malheureux avec moi. Tu pourras venir le voir quand tu veux. Toi aussi Pat. On va bien s'amuser tout les quatre.

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Terror in Tenerife


The long flight from England was over and we had
cleared customs after landing at Tenerife. I had been
struck by how unfriendly the customs people were here.
Not that they are all that friendly anywhere else. We
had been warned that the police and government
officials here did not pander to tourists. If you had
something to say to them, you had best be able to get
by in Spanish, because they did not speak English and
had no patience with tourists.

We were received much more cordially by the staff at
the hotel and check-in went quickly. We were anxious to
do a little sight seeing, but it had been a long day
and since we had two weeks we decided to get a little
rest and a decent meal and start exploring tomorrow.

It was July, and very hot outside. The air conditioning
in our room was very welcome. The average high
temperatures on this volcanic atoll were in the mid
nineties in July, just a bit warmer than we were used
to on our island.

Jenny and I explored our room and then unpacked. We
decided to take a quick shower and a nap before finding
a nice place for dinner. It had been a long day and we
had both been so excited about our trip that we had not
slept well last night.

I never tired of watching my beautiful girl friend
undress. Jenny is twenty-three, blonde, with beautiful
blue eyes and stands five feet, seven inches tall, due
in large part to her long, slender, perfectly shaped
legs. Her perfect breasts are C cups, topped by
sensitive, light pink nipples. She has a perfect ass,
and no, I am not referring to me. She shaves her pussy,
and we both like it that way. I think it improves the
flavor.

I am twenty-four, six feet tall, and I have a slightly
larger than average seven inch cock.

We are fairly adventurous, sexually, but not
promiscuous. Jenny has only been with four other men
before me. I have only been with six women besides her.
We have, on occasion, made love outside in places where
it was possible that someone might see us, at the
movies, in the park, in our car, and even in the
stairway to our apartment.

We both enjoy oral sex and Jenny has no qualms about
swallowing. We have also played around with her
flashing other men. She was reluctant, but she knows
how much it turns me on and she goes along with it. She
is more apt to go along with it on vacation when she
knows that there is no one around that knows us or will
ever see us again. It still embarrasses her, but I
suppose that is part of the thrill for me. I have
noticed though, that though she goes along reluctantly,
she is always quite wet after flashing someone, either
on the road or perhaps in a restaurant. I think she
enjoys it more than she lets on.

We are both considered to be attractive and we both
exercise regularly and are quite fit. Jenny works with
troured youth and I work in a bank. We are just your
average young adult couple. Well, a bit above average
maybe. In fact, there is no doubt that Jenny is hot.

We took a nap and when we awoke we were both hungry. We
dressed and went downstairs and got directions to a
nearby restaurant. Since it was so close we were able
to walk and do a little window shopping on the way. It
was a little late for dinner and too early for clubbing
so the streets were not all that crowded. It was a
pleasant walk. We did notice something that we were not
used to. There seemed to be a rather large population
of black people out and about.

We are from a fairly large city, nearly half a million
people. But the vast majority of the population of our
city is white. There are Pakistani and Indian enclaves
in town, and even a small Asian community. We also have
a growing black community, especially immigrants from
Nigeria. It wasn’t as if you could go days without
seeing a permister of color in our town. There just seemed
to be more of them here. I noticed that Jenny seemed
uncomfortable, but she didn’t say anything. I didn’t
either. We were, after all, not much more than a stones
throw from Africa, we were just going to have to
adjust.

We got to the restaurant and were seated immediately.
We ordered takes and a light supper and both the food
and the service were excellent. We had good time and
stayed until almost closing time. I paid and left a
generous tip and we walked back to the hotel. We went
back to our room and ordered a bottle of wine from room
service and when it came we sat out on the balcony
overlooking the hotel pool and sipped our wine and
relaxed.

As we drank I noticed that our balcony was almost, not
entirely, but almost private. There were a few other
rooms that had a view of us, but it didn’t seem like
anyone was in a position to observe us. Since Jenny had
been takeing most of the day I thought that I might be
able to talk her into taking her clothes off and
relaxing naked, the way I like her best.

Don’t misunderstand, she wasn’t takes. We had enjoyed a
couple of takes on the plane and a couple more with
dinner, and now the wine. I was right! I easily teased
her into taking off her clothing and she sat beside me
in the dark and I rested my hand on her thigh and we
sipped wine and stared at the pool and listened to the
nearby ocean. It was all very romantic.

We drank half of the wine and went to bed and made love
and then fell arelax listening to the ocean in the
distance. It was a great first day.

The next few days were spent exploring the island. It
was fascinating, though we saw all of the bananas that
we ever wanted to see. Tourism and bananas are the
mainstays of the Tenerife economy.

We also did some shopping. We didn’t buy much. We
picked up some postcards to send back to our friends
and family and a few to keep for souvenirs. We also
bought a few sexy outfits for Jenny to wear when we
started hitting the clubs at night. Of course we had to
get her a couple of sexy new bathing suits. I was happy
to see that she was really getting into the spirit of
things and seemed to actually be looking forward to
wearing the little outfits that we were buying.

We finally started hitting the beach on the fourth day.
Jenny took one look around and saw all of the topless
women on the beach and took her top off immediately. It
was not the first time she had been topless at the
beach, but we didn’t get the opportunity that often.

I had mixed emotions. I loved the way her breasts
looked when they were that almost glow in the dark
white and contrasted with her tanned body. On the other
hand, I loved seeing them exposed and I loved the idea
that the other men on the beach were checking her out
and admiring her beautiful body. I also could tell
that, despite her apparent lack of concern, she was
self conscious about being bare breasted, at least at
first, and I got a kick out of that.

We were both fair skinned people and we slathered on
the suntan oil and avoided the hottest part of the day.
By the end of the second day of going to the beach her
breasts had lost that stark white quality, but they
still contrasted nicely with her tanned torso.

We had begun to fall into a regular schedule. We slept
late in the morning. When we got up we would have a
light breakfast and then go to the beach for a couple
of hours. After a couple of hours in the hot sun we ate
a light lunch somewhere near the beach or we would go
back and clean up and go somewhere nice for lunch,
depending on our mood.

After lunch we would go back to the hotel and relax for
a while. We would often take a book and go down to the
pool and sit in the shade of an umbrella and relax and
read and do a little people watching. This gave Jenny a
chance to try on those sexy bathing suits she had
bought earlier. They looked great on her and we found
that service at the pool was excellent, probably
because of those suits she was wearing.

After relaxing around the pool we would often take a
short nap and then get ready for the evening. Jenny
would put on something light and sexy and we would head
out for dinner and then to a club for dancing. We both
enjoy dancing and I enjoy watching Jenny dance with
others too. Once she has had a couple of takes she can
get pretty flirty and it is fun to watch her driving
the men nuts.

Just like all of the other men in the place, I love to
watch her move in those tiny little skirts and loose
fitting tops. It never fails to excite me. Or her, she
gets just as turned on being the center of attention as
all of the men get while they are watching her.

We had been to several clubs and had a great time when
halfway through the second week we were standing
outside of the club waiting for a taxi to take us back
to our hotel. We were talking with another couple from
the UK and they mentioned a great little club that the
locals went to with one of the best bands that they had
ever heard. They were actually raving about how great
the club was and how much fun they had had there.

It was too late to go that night, but they told us the
name of the club urged us to give it a try. I thought
it better that we stick to the tourist areas and play
it safe. Jenny, however, was feeling adventurous and
all but demanded that we try it out. She had come to
feel safe as we traveled around the island and she
wanted to have a little adventure. Against my better
judgment we decided to try it out the next night.

That was how we came to be in a taxi the next night on
our way to Banana Man’s. The driver had looked at me
funny when I told him that that was our destination but
I didn’t think anything of it.

It was outside of the city and all by itself at the end
of a long dirt road. We heard it long before we could
see it. We had gotten much more comfortable about being
with the locals by now. Everyone was very friendly and
we felt safe wherever we went. Still, I was a little
uncomfortable when we went inside and saw that more
than half of the crowd was black, far more.

But we were not the only white faces in the crowd and
we looked at each other and decided to give it a shot.
We struggled through the crowd and finally found a
table and managed to order some takes.

The band was as good as we had been told and the dance
floor was crowded. I looked around and didn’t see
anyone else that looked like tourists, but everyone
that we saw was happy and smiling and having fun and
the music was great and soon we were really getting
into it.

We danced a little and I saw all the attention that
Jenny was attracting and I was feeling pretty proud.
She had several invitations to dance in between our
dances and at first she declined them. But she always
danced more than I did, and I always loved to watch her
out there, so I encouraged her to dance when she felt
like it.

After she had finished her second take and loosened up
a bit she finally accepted an invitation to dance from
a tall, very good looking black man. She had never
danced with a black man before, but he was a s*******ed
dancer and soon they were the center of attention on
the dance floor. Her little skirt was flipping up and
showing off a little flash of panty from time to time
and her long, beautiful legs were on display. She
really looked hot out there, though it did seem strange
to see her surrounded by black people like that.

They danced through three mistergs and then the band took
a break. The man brought Jenny back to the table and
somehow ended up sitting with us and talking, mostly
with Jenny. It was kind of funny. He had not been
invited to join us, and he didn’t ask, he just kind of
was there.

Three takes appeared at our table and the black man
introduced himself, though it was so loud in the club
that I was not sure I understood his name. It sounded
like he said his name was Harold, but he didn’t look
like a Harold.

We drank our takes and Jenny and Harold talked. I
couldn’t hear what was being said so I just watched
Jenny. She seemed nervous about having him there. It
appeared as though she wished he would leave but
couldn’t bring herself to tell him that. She looked at
me meaningfully several times, but we were in a club
full of black people and he was a rather large black
man. I was not anxious to offend him.

They finished their takes and he coaxed Jenny back out
onto the dance floor for several more dances. He was
apparently teaching her some of the local dances and
there seemed to be an inordinate amount of touching
involved. I tried watching them closely, but they
seemed to get swallowed up in the crowd on the dance
floor and, except for a glimpse now and then, they were
out of sight, Jenny’s white face lost in that sea of
black faces.

They returned after several more dances and sat back
down across the table from me. Her dress looked, I
don’t know, rumpled I guess. She was showing a lot of
cleavage and the narrow triangles of material that
covered her breasts looked looser now.

More takes appeared and two more black men suddenly
sat down, one on either side of me. They talked loudly
with Harold in a language that we didn’t understand.
They were all smiles though and seemed very friendly.

All three of the black men seemed to be in their early
to mid thirties. All were large and muscular. They were
very imposing.

I watched as Jenny and Harold drank and talked into
each others ears, which, of course required that they
sit very close together. I could tell that the takes
were starting to have an effect on Jenny, but she
wasn’t relaxed. She looked very nervous but she seemed
unable to defend herself from Harold.

Harold had one arm around the back of her chair and his
hand was on Jenny’s shoulder, but casually. He didn’t
appear to be holding her so much as getting close
enough to talk.

One of the men sitting next to me said something to
Harold and he grinned and nodded and suddenly he
reached up and pulled aside the material over one of
Jenny’s breasts and the three of them laughed.

Jenny slapped his hand away and, eventually, he removed
it and they resumed talking. I tried to stand up. It
was obvious that it was time to get out of here, get
away from these three men and all of these black people
and back to a nice safe tourist club. It didn’t quite
work out that way. As I started to get to my feet the
men on either side of me put their hands on my
shoulders and pulled me back into my seat.

They smiled at me. They didn’t seem to be threatening
me. Still, I was unable to get up and I didn’t know
what to do. I looked back over at Jenny and saw the
anxious look on her face. Just as I looked at her I saw
her jump and I noticed that one of Harold’s hands was
under the table now.

I yelled to Harold and Jenny that it was time for us to
go and Harold just looked at me and went back to
talking to Jenny, and moving his hand under the table.

One of the men beside me leaned closer and, in a
thickly accented voice said, “You don’t want to leave
now. It’s early, the fun is just starting.”

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t fight these men
and they wouldn’t let me up. I was powerd to sit
helplessly and watch as Harold continued to amuse
himself with Jenny. Over the next hour or so we were
coaxed into consuming several more takes. I don’t know
what they were, but they were strong.

Jenny was taken back out to the dance floor again. She
was soon lost in the sea of black faces, but twice I
was sure that I saw her, and I could swear that the bib
top of her dress was hanging loosely around her waist
and she was dancing those sexy dances that Harold was
teaching her while she was topless in that sea of black
people.

When we went to bed I took her in my arms and began
kissing her and touching her lovingly and then I
started to kiss my way down to her pussy. She had been
having a lot of sex lately, but damned few orgasms. I
thought that she could use a little release herself.
She tried to stop me but I insisted and I kissed my way
down between her legs and ate her to several nice
orgasms before I stopped.

Afterwards I held her and we went to relax. We both
seemed a little more relaxed and we slept better than
we had all week, even though we were both nervous about
the private club we would be visiting tomorrow evening.

Tuesday was just another day of denigration and sexual
servitude for Jenny. We were both nervous as the hour
to leave for the private club approached. Just before
we were to leave the phone rang and it was Mr. Eng. He
told me that he had forgotten to tell me to leave the
camera at home. They were not allowed in this club.

I drove Jenny to the club and we went in through the
side door that we had been told about in the
directions. One difference was immediately apparent.
Everyone we saw inside was white! For some reamister, the
idea that she was going to be powerd to do whatever it
was she would have to do in front of a club full of our
own countrymen made us more uncomfortable.

We were led to a small office and inside we found Mr.
Eng at a desk going over some paperwork. He looked up
and smiled and said, “Ah yes, Jenny. Just in time, I
was feeling horny. Get out of that thing.”

She unbuttoned her little toga and handed it to me. Mr.
Eng stood up and moved around the desk and pushed her
to her knees. She immediately unfastened his pants and
pulled out his cock and as he told her what would be
expected of her tonight she sucked him off with all of
the s******* she had developed since our vacation in
Tenerife started.

Mr. Eng said, “We have a different clientele in this
club. Here you will find mostly older, successful,
white businessmen. It is still a sex club, however,
just more discreet. Well, slightly more discreet. You
will circulate among the booths and flirt with the
customers. If one of them fancies you he will tell you
his room number and you will meet him in that room and
do whatever he asks. While you are here the rules are
pretty much the same, you cannot refuse these men
anything.”

He turned to me then and said, “You will wait for her
in the lounge with the other husbands and boyfriends. I
don’t want you to worry though. Everything is being
secretly recorded and you will see it on monitors in
the lounge.”

I was led to a room with a large bank of monitors, the
point being, I suppose, to humiliate us. We saw our
women being groped by a room full of horny old
Englishmen and led off occasionally to side rooms where
they were powerd to perform all of the usual sex acts.

I watched as Jenny circulated through the room in the
nude and sophisticated, upper class men pulled her into
their laps and groped her as though she were a common
prostitute while she smiled and teased them.

I was startled to see that one of the men she went to a
room with looked like, and I was sure that it was, the
very large man that she had been powerd to pick up and
fuck at our hotel swimming pool in Tenerife. In fact,
they spent a very long time together.

This was a much easier time of it than she had on
Friday night at the Nigerian club, and it was over much
sooner. I suppose the older crowd had to get to bed
earlier, and it was a weeknight.

We were finally let out sometime between midnight and
one in the morning. Jenny didn’t seem nearly as
traumatized. In fact, I had the impression that she was
very excited about something.

As we were driving home she had me pull over and park
on a quiet side street. She turned to face me, making
it hard for me to concentrate because of how hot she
looked in her tiny little toga.

She saw where I was looking and chuckled and then she
reached out and with her finger she raised my head up
so that our eyes met.

She grinned, a genuine grin this time, and said, “Did
you recognize that fat man from Tenerife on the
monitors tonight?”

I nodded.

“Do you know who he is?”

I shook my head. I am sure that if I had seen him
somewhere besides having sex with Jenny I would have
remembered it.

She told me that he was the retired chief of an
intelligence service. He had recognized her and had
been surprised to find her at the club tonight. So he
had questioned her when they went to one of the rooms
to have sex and she had told him everything. Including
the fact that all of those important men were being
recorded having sex with all of those women, all of
whom are being powerd to work there against their will.

He was apparently shocked. He promised her that he
would use his contacts to see what he could do about
it. He was pretty sure that, when it became known that
many of the cities most prominent citizens were being
filmed in compromising positions, something would be
done right away.

We went home then, but as requested we didn’t mention
any of what had been said once we got to our flat. It
was quite likely that there were listening devices
there. We were both too excited to relax. We had a
glass of wine and cuddled up on the couch and just
prayed it would be over soon.

It was. In the middle of the day agents from several of
the intelligence agencies, as well as an army of the
local police, went through the town and picked up
almost fifty Nigerian businessmen and their English
partners. They also hauled away a warehouse full of
videotapes and disks and photographs and records of all
sorts.

It was over. We were finally able to tell the landlord
to fuck off. We go out with our friends again and Jenny
wears normal clothing again. Well, except that she
still stays naked most of the time at home. She had
some trouble getting the three boys who had been
powering her to have sex with her at work reassigned.
She finally gave up and she still has sex with them,
but she managed to convince them that they would have
to keep it down to once or twice a week.

Besides, she knows that I enjoy hearing about what
happened when she comes home.

The End

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Tested Again


Every time my wife walked through the room, the game
virtually came to a halt. Six sets of eyes, my own
included, were watching her. At first, it was discreet
looks, but as time wore on the stares became bolder.
The guys around the table all knew her well. However, I
don't think any of them had ever seen her looking so
good. And I was certain they had never seen her without
a bra, her breasts bouncing deliciously under the thin
cotton summer dress that had seemed to become her
trademark.

It was unusual that she was there at all. Our poker
games occurred about twice a year on average, and had
been going on for many years. Only one of the guys,
Tony, lived in town, with most of the rest living in
neighboring cities. Blake had to stay over night, his
home being well north. It took a little effort for us
all to get together for these games, but it was worth
it.

The normal routine was for the host's family to clear
out, making it an evening just for the guys. On this
particular night, the kids were gone, but my wife's
plans had suddenly fallen through at the last minute.
And so it happened that she was home, and the
distraction she created was evidence enough that the
'guys only' practice of the past was well thought out.

The start of the evening had been normal enough. The
guys arrived about eight, and we spent a little time
catching up on each other. When we took our seats and
started playing poker, it was with the normal rowdiness
that accompanied these events. The cuckold water flowed
freely, mostly beer with shots of tequila thrown in
from time to time. The stakes were low, the idea being
fun, not gambling. If the big winner for the night went
home $100 up, it was unusual.

For the first couple of hours, my wife stayed back in
our room, and the guys didn't even know she was there.
There was many times when I wished they did, as the
conversation tended to be crude and there was little
doubt the voices carried easily down the hallway. At
best I could moderate my own comments, and hope she
didn't find the rest too offensive.

When she finally came into the room, conversation came
to a halt. The guys were all surprised to see her, and
I was sure some were thinking back through their topics
of conversation. My wife knew their wives. But she just
smiled, and quickly put them all at ease. The hallway
was raised above the dining room where we sat, and to a
man we were all admiring the way the thin material of
the dress hung so sexily on her slender body. The dark
blue color, with the pattern of small flowers, obscured
the details, but her shape underneath was readily
apparent.

She watched as we resumed play. I was sitting at the
head of the table, with my wife behind me, and I could
see the guys looking past me to steal glances at her as
we played on. Noting that the mood was now quite a bit
subdued, my wife flashed them all a dazzling smile and
told them, 'Don't let my presence interfere with your
fun.' With that, she headed off to the kitchen.

As soon as she was out of sight the guys started
hissing and throwing stuff at me, upset that I hadn't
told them she was home. Judging by the clothes she had
selected, I knew she liked being the only woman around
so many men, so there was no reamister to be concerned.
'Just relax, assholes, and play poker.'

Resuming play, I poured another round of tequila shots
and passed them out. It helped to put everyone at ease,
and it wasn't long before the rowdiness returned. We
played a few more hands, and quite frankly I wasn't
doing too well, which led Mark to comment, 'Maybe we
should get his wife to take his place.' That brought
catcalls and laughter, which suddenly stopped when my
wife came back into the room with a tray of sandwiches.

She made a big show of delivering a sandwich to
everyone at the table, pausing for a friendly word or
two, putting everyone at ease once again. Serving me
last, she then stood by my side and poured herself a
shot of tequila. This prompted a few raised eyebrows as
everyone paused to see if she would take it. I knew
she would, and wasn't the least bit surprised when she
swallowed it in one gulp and poured a second. When she
downed that one in similar fashion, everyone cheered in
admiration.

As we played on, I had no idea what she was up to, and
decided to conduct a test. She was leaning on my chair,
up against my left shoulder, and as Clint dealt another
hand, I casually ran my left hand up the back of her
nylon-covered leg. Out of sight of the rest of the
guys, my hand continued its journey north, crossing
from nylon to bare flesh and moving on until my
suspicion was confirmed.

Her pussy was bare under the dress, and the dampness my
hand encountered left no doubt she was turned on. She
looked down at me with a smile and a wink, then headed
off to collect another round of beers from the
refrigerator. The game paused as everyone watched her
walk away.

When she returned, I immediately noticed the change.
Her dress buttoned from top to bottom on the front, and
now the top and bottom buttons were undone. I was
certain they had not been that way before, and I
wondered how many of the other guys made the same
observation. She ****** the beers and again her
manner relaxed them all.

One or two touched her back in thanks, and as she
reached across to the table to collect the empties, I
noticed her breasts brush across Blake's shoulder. Body
language made it clear he enjoyed it, and when she
carried off the empties to the trash a couple of the
other guys were quick to point out how lucky he was.
They were looking towards me, gauging my reaction, but
I just smiled. She was definitely turning me on, too.

Where was this going? Was my wife thinking gang-bang?
She was intentionally dressing and acting sexy, and
getting noticed. Is that all she wanted? These guys
were my friends of many years, since college days for
most of them, and I wasn't sure I wanted that
friendship to become complicated. But I also knew my
wife was now the dominant power in our marriage, and if
she had something on her mind I was not likely to
object. In the last few months I had given her control,
and so far had no regrets.

When she came back she had four buttons undone, two at
the top and two at the bottom. This meant the top of
her dress was free to open down to a spot between her
breasts, and the bottom up to a spot just below her
crotch. Others had to be noticing, and her boldness
turned me on even more. When she poured another shot,
we all joined her, Clint offering a somewhat takesen
toast to a new tradition of having a beautiful woman in
the house for our poker games. My wife was flattered
and bent over to hug him across the shoulders, the act
giving most of the table a good look at the space
between her breasts.

Her face was flushed from the cuckold water as she moved from
place to place at the table, holding friendly
conversations with each of the guys as we played on.
The pace of the game had slowed considerably with the
distraction, but no one seemed bothered. The pile of
chips in front of me was at an all time low, and when
one of the guys commented that she might have to bail
me out, she just laughed. Then someone else added that
she might have to be collateral to cover my debts if my
luck didn't change. She came to stand behind me with a
quick comeback, 'Looks like I better change his luck
for him.'

Her arms came around my shoulders and she leaned in to
look at the hand I had been dealt, her breasts nestling
in on either side of my neck. I couldn't be sure how it
looked to the other guys, but it felt great. She held
this position through a couple of hands, whispering
repeatedly in my ear. While most of the guys figured
she was commenting on the cards, only I knew she was
offering a running commentary on how turned on she was.

Even though it was incredibly distracting, my luck took
a turn and I won two hands in a row. This led to calls
from the other guys for help, but she just waved them
off. Her last whispered comment before she moved caused
me to freeze, 'I hope you're ready to serve, slut.'

With that she turned away from me and started
collecting the sandwich plates, giving a couple of good
shots of cleavage along the way. As she headed back to
the kitchen, I was still pondering her meaning. What
was she up to? She came back into the room, but offered
no clue, moving away from me in favor of attention from
the other guys.

They were getting bolder, placing hands around her
waist on her legs as she talked to them, often leaning
in so that her breasts brushed against them. At each
stop around the table, she looked directly at me. I
just watched. It was erotic to see so many different
hands on my wife, and I could not help but wonder if
any of them had concluded by now she had no panties on.
Certainly a hand on her bare hip would leave you
wondering.

She proposed another round of tequila, and I knew that
with her fourth shot she was reaching a point of no
return. Tequila had always been an aphrodisiac for her.
Everyone readily joined in, and this time in place of a
toast, Mark proposed that if I lost another hand, my
wife would be obligated to undo one more button. So it
was confirmed, they had noticed. We drank down the
shots, and my wife looked at me, 'Play well, my honor's
at stake.'

It didn't seem fair, six guys playing and I had to win.
Actually I came close, but in the end Mark took the
hand, much to the joy of everyone else. Without
pretense, my wife looked directly at Mark and said,
'You didn't specify top or bottom'.

'Well, I was thinking one of each, just like the last
two times.'

She chuckled, then shamelessly undid one of each. The
guys all whistled and hooted in appreciation. Her dress
was now unbuttoned to a point well below her breasts
from the top, and even with her pussy from below. It
wouldn't take much for the group to get a free shot.
She promptly collected the empty beer bottles and
headed off for another round, all eyes on her. She
returned with a tray of new ones, and stood next to me
as she passed them out. When she handed one to Andy at
the opposite end of the table, she leaned well over. I
saw the dress billow away from her body, and the looks
on the guys faces made it clear they got the view they
were hoping for.

When she stood back up and Mark looked at me, 'You are
one lucky SOB.'

I grinned, but my wife responded. 'No, I'm the lucky
one in this marriage'.

Sounding like a compliment, all the guys hooted at
that, but after a moment, Robert took the bait. 'How
are you so lucky?'

Without hesitation, she answered, 'I married a guy who
will do anything I tell him to do.'

All the guys knew me well and knew I was a very strong-
minded permister, so this comment immediately brought
cries of 'pussy whipped!' followed by laughter. I was
stunned by her comment, and catching me completely off
guard, it must have shown on my face.

As things quieted back down, Robert once again pressed
her. 'How do you define anything?'

'Anything. He likes to entertain me.'

Anger rose up quickly in me. How could she be doing
this? Only I knew her exact meaning, but she was
pushing the limit. These were friends, not
acquaintances we met strictly for adult fun. They were
definitely curious now, and looking at me to get my
reaction. Maybe she was just pulling my chain? I fought
down the anger and tried to relax, knowing that
ultimately, I would do whatever she asked. I couldn't
help it.

Silently I prayed that she brought this situation under
control and moved on. She had these guys turned on, and
that was fine with me. If she had other things in mind,
I didn't know how I was going to handle it.

Robert wasn't going to let it go. 'I think that
requires an explanation.' The game had come to a dead
halt. Every one of them was nodding and smiling in
agreement with Robert. She had piqued their curiosity,
and quite likely my negative reaction had led them to
the conclusion it was a topic worth exploring..

My wife stunned me again with her response. 'How about
a demonstration instead?'

'Absolutely', was Robert's immediately reply, everyone
else in quick agreement. I sat up and reached for the
tequila. My hands were visibly shaking as I poured
myself another shot and drank it. Then another. My
anger was building, but when I turned to my wife to
speak, her eyes silenced me. She was standing between
Robert and I, a hand on the back of each of our chairs.

Leaning slightly forward, her dress was open and I
could clearly see her left breast. I realized that no
one else had the same vantage point, so it was for me
only. She smiled at me, and I recognized the evil I had
seen in her in times past. The question on her face was
simple, 'Do I still know my place?'

'Why don't you show these guys what I had you wear
tonight?'

It was decision time for me. She hadn't left me an out.
When I had showered earlier in the evening, before the
guests arrived, she had insisted I wear the pink silk
panties that she liked to humiliate me with. In the end
I had relented, knowing that it meant great sex could
be expected later.

I had been well aware of the panties when everyone
first arrived, suffering from an irrational fear that
somehow they could tell. But as the evening wore on, I
had forgotten them. Now she reminded me rather harshly
that I was wearing women's panties, and clearly
expected me to let my friends know.

No one else in the room knew what she meant, but they
all now looked at me, waiting to see what was going to
happen. As I looked around the table, I measured my
years of friendship with these guys against my desire
to be the best slut-husband possible whenever my wife
demanded it. It had been fun in the past, but this was
different. These were good friends. In the end, it was
the expectant look on my wife's face that made the
decision for me. She wanted me to obey her, and I knew
I would. Humiliating me was part of her game, and in
the end I enjoyed it as much as she did.

With acceptance of my fate, I started pulling my
shirttail out of my shorts. My intent was top pull the
lacy edge of the panties up enough to show, and then
endure the comments. But when I looked to her, she was
shaking her head no. 'That's not going to cut it. Let's
get them off.'

I stared at her in disbelief, but her resolve was
obvious. Now I refused to look around the table for
fear that I would die of embarrassment. She had laid
down the gauntlet, telling these guys I would do
whatever she asked. If I did, my relationship with them
would be forever changed. If I did not, and made her
look like a fool, the same could be said for my
relationship with her. Recognizing clearly which one
was most important, I stood.

She said, 'Start with the shirt.'

I hesitated a moment, then pulled it off over my head,
dropping it to the floor. Some of the guys cheered
while others whistled, clearly enjoying my predicament.
Robert leaned over to her. 'What's he wearing?'

'You'll see.' Then turning to me she said, 'Let's go.'

I slipped my sandals off, then slowly undid my belt. My
eyes never left hers, looking for mercy, but there was
none. She wasn't going to back off. The guys had
quieted, not really knowing what was going on. With
great reluctance, I unsnapped my shorts and lowered the
zipper, holding them closed the whole time. She crossed
her arms and smiled. She wanted this, wanted me
humiliated at her command in front of my best friends,
and the redder my face got the more expectant she
became. I gave her one more pleading look, and she
responded with a slightly nod of her head. 'No'.

Never breaking eye contact, I released my shorts and
felt them puddle at my feet. The reaction was
instantaneous.

'I'll be damned.'

'Unbelievable.'

'Holy cuckolds brownie.'

'Of all the people to be a pervert, I would have never
guessed.'

The offense was intense as I stepped out of my
shorts. I gave my wife my best 'are you satisfied now'
look, but the glare I got in return chilled me. She
wasn't.

Robert looked at me, still snickering. 'Do you wear
these often?'

I couldn't speak, but didn't have to. My wife answered.
'Anytime I tell him to.'

'What else does he do?'

'Anything I tell him to.'

'Well then, I think that calls for another take and
further demonstration.' Robert started pouring shots
while everyone else murmured their agreement. There was
definitely a level of shock amongst my friends, and a
little uneasiness, but they still seemed curious. My
wife interrupted my thoughts, 'Go get our toy box,
slut.'

I don't know which surprised me more, the request, or
her referring to me as 'slut'. I turned without
question and headed down the hall, hearing behind me,
'You call him slut?'

She had sent me to retrieve our box of sex toys, which
we keep hidden in our closet. I passed by the mirror in
our bedroom and was immediately overcome by
embarrassment. I pulled the box out of the closet and
hurried back past the mirror without another look. When
I came back into the room, my wife was taking a shot
with all eyes on her. Her takeing wasn't the cause for
attention, she had now undone every button and her
dress was hanging open.

Her breasts were still covered but her pussy was
visible, the hair just now coming back in from the
shaving she had received a few weeks earlier. It was a
wonderful sight, and at first no one noticed me
standing there, looking ridiculous in women's panties.

My wife quickly brought the attention back to me,
taking the box and ordering me to sit. 'These guys want
to see what you do to entertain me.' No response was
expected and I remained silent, so nervous I was
shaking. 'Why don't you start by rubbing your cock hard
for me inside those panties.'

So I wasn't going to get off easy. My chair had been
pulled back away from the table, but I was still facing
all my friends. The poker game was clearly over, and I
had two choices: flee, or do her bidding. The urge to
run was overwhelming, but I closed my eyes tightly so I
couldn't see the guys, and slowly moved my right hand
to my crotch, starting a smooth rubbing motion. My
anxiety was definitely working against me, and my body
did not respond.

I could hear their voices as they expressed their
disbelief, and I tried hard to tune them out. It took
several minutes, but then I felt a familiar twinge in
my groin, and I actually started to get into the scene
a little. I must have been making a face from closing
my eyes so tightly, but I knew that if I looked around
I might never get started again.

I could feel the heat of offense in my face as it
flushed red, but at the same time I felt a heat in my
loins. As I hardened, I suddenly took a perverse pride
in the size of my manhood. At least these guys would
know I wasn't a slacker in that department.

Now rock hard and straining against the panties, my
wife offered encouragement. 'Very well done, slut. I
think these guys doubted whether or not you would obey
me.'

Clint seemed to have read my mind, at least partially.
'Damn, if I had a package like that I wouldn't use it
to be a pervert.' The other guys chuckled.

My shame deepened, but my hand never quit working,
continuing to rub my hard cock through the pink
panties, surrounded by friends who had never seen me be
anything other than a man's man. It was as humiliating
an experience as I could remember, and although I
didn't know it, it was about to get worse.

With my eyes still closed, I heard my wife. 'He's being
pretty cooperative so far, don't you think?'

It was Robert that understood the innuendo and
answered. 'What's next?'

'You want to see more?'

'Why not?' was Robert's reply.

An abstract thought crossed my mind; none of the guys
had objected or left. Out of five, it seemed unlikely
that everyone would accept what was going on. But we
were old friends, and in the end I concluded it was
part takesenness, part group dynamics, and probably
part pleasure at seeing me humiliated. There had many
times over the years when my ego had been a source of
friction. Add in the fact that my wife had gotten them
pretty worked up, and they were probably horny and
eager to see what might happen next.

From the noises I heard I assumed my wife was digging
in the box. Then I heard some snickering, and Clint
said, 'Oh, he's going to love that.' I kept my eyes
closed, scared to look.

Robert spoke next. 'What are you going to do?'

'Watch.'

I felt my wife's hand on my shoulder, urging me to turn
to my left, towards her. 'Come here, slut, mine needs
some attention.'

Her words and the snickers that came with them caused
curiosity to overpower embarrassment and I slowly
opened my eyes. She was standing directly in front of
me, with the guys looking on. Her dress was parted, and
in her hand was the big cock-shaped dildo, and she was
holding it with the base against her crotch as if it
were her own cock. It was pointing right at my face.

'Suck my cock, slut.'

This situation was now officially out of control. I
looked up into her face, begging with my eyes. 'No,
please', I said softly.

She stared at me a moment, the evil smile on her face.
'Suck my cock, slut.'

I let out a deep breath of frustration, glancing around
the room. They were all leaning forward, waiting to see
what I would do. I turned back to my wife and looked up
again, seeking any sign of mercy. She shook her head
no, her movement barely perceptible.

I closed my eyes and wondered how I had lost control of
this situation, why it had to involve my friends. When
I opened my eyes again, I could feel the tears in them.
Without further delay, I leaned forward, opened my
mouth, and accepted the head and several inches of her
hard cock into my mouth.

'Unbelievable.'

'Jesus, who would have thought it.'

'That boy's pussy whipped in a bad way. Oh, sorry, cock
whipped.'

I closed my eyes again and brought my hands up to her
hips. If she wanted a show, wanted me humiliated beyond
reamister, I'd give it to her. Holding her firm, I started
working my head back and forth, feeling the big cock
sliding in and out of my mouth.

My wife liked what she saw. 'That's it slut. Show them
what a good cock-sucker you are.'

I pulled off and ran my tongue along the underside,
going the full length and back again. Repeating this on
the sides, I started to enjoy the situation somewhat.
Why not, the damage was already done. Coming back to
the head, I swallowed as much as I could. Her free hand
came up to my head and she took control, sliding her
big cock in and out of my mouth.

I powerd myself to relax and let her fuck my face,
wondering what my friends must be thinking. It was
unimaginable what I was doing, and I couldn't tell if
their nervous laughs were out of disgust or to hide the
fact that they were getting turned on.

My wife was working the big cock to the back of my
throat, and I nearly had it all. I had to fight off the
urge to gag, and my eyes were watering profusely.

She spoke to the other guys, never breaking her rhythm.
'I told you he'd do anything.'

They all laughed, and she added what I knew by now was
coming. 'Think he's ready for the real thing?' Looking
right at the group, she asked, 'Anyone want their dick
sucked?'

Tony blurted out, 'He'll do that?'

Robert said, 'What do you think? He's sitting here in
women's panties, rubbing his hard-on, and sucking on a
dildo right in front of us.' He sounded disgusted, but
didn't hesitate to turn his chair towards us. 'I'm
ready.'

I could have figured it would be Robert; he was always
the guy talking about extreme pornography, such as
fisting and fetish. My wife pulled out of my
mouth, the big cock wet and glistening. 'Tell them my
favorite way to be entertained by my slut.'

I looked at her, knowing what she wanted me to say. She
quickly admonished me. 'Where are your manners, slut.
Look at your guests when you speak to them.'

I'm having doubts about saying anything at all, and
she's giving me instruction on how to do it. Accepting
my role, I turned to the group of guys. Even as I heard
the words cross my lips, I couldn't believe I was
saying them. 'She likes to see me pleasure other men.'

'What kind of pleasure slut?'

'Sexual pleasure.'

'Well then, let's show them, shall we?'

She stepped back and left me looking right at Robert.
He was probably the least attractive guy in the group,
with his glasses, receding hairline, and beer belly.
But it wasn't as if I had a choice. His legs were apart
and he waited, a big grin on his face. My courage was
flagging and I was having doubts about going further,
when my wife spoke again.

'Come on slut, you know what to do don't you? It's not
like it's your first time.'

In case they had any doubt, they now had good reamister to
believe I'd sucked cock before. Even if I stopped here,
she had just told them it wasn't a new experience for
me. But in reality, what did it matter? I knew I
wouldn't stop. Not unless she told me to. Resigned to
my fate, I slipped out of my chair, falling to my knees
on the floor. Scooting forward a couple of feet, I was
now between Robert's spread legs.

Taking a deep breath, I reached up to his belt and
unbuckled it. The snap of his shorts came next, and
then I unzipped his pants. It occurred to me that I had
never taken clothes off another guy, and it was a
strange feeling, especially with people watching. All
the other guys were on their feet now, crowding around.

'Jesus, he's really going to do it?'

'Damn sure looks like it.'

'Of course he will', my wife said. 'I told him to.
Right slut?'

I paused, suddenly aware of the humiliating
circumstances. Softly I replied, 'That's right.'

'Tell them what you are going to do, slut.'

She added to my burden, and it stung. How odd it was
that I enjoyed this, that a part of me wanted extreme
offense. What exactly did that say about me? I was
broken and offered no more resistance. 'I'm going to
suck Robert's dick.'

That definitely got a reaction out of the crowd, and
they seemed to press in closer.

'This I have to see.'

'Sweet Jesus, who could have predicted this?'

'I could have', my wife stated smugly. They laughed.

Hooking my fingers into Robert's shorts and boxers on
either side, I pulled. He lifted his ass off the chair
and allowed me to remove his shorts and underwear. I
slowly eased them down his legs and off his feet,
setting them aside. My eyes settled on his cock, which
was short and thick, and hard as a rock. His hairy
testicles were nestled in between his legs. I thought
about what I was about to do, and lifted my eyes from
his cock to his face. He grinned big, 'Suck it. You
know you want to.'

He was right, I did. But I was still scared, unable to
act. It was bad enough that I was sitting there dressed
only in silky pink panties, that I had been playing
with my own cock in front of them, and that I had
sucked a fake cock for their amusement. Everything up
to now I could possibly write off as takesen stupidity.
However, once my friends saw Robert's cock in my mouth,
there would be no turning back. Things would never be
the same again, and who knows what future that would
portend.

I looked around, scanning the faces surrounding Robert
and I. Everyone looked expectant, liked they were
waiting for something special. I was still surprised no
one had gotten disgusted with my behavior and that no
one had left. The other four guys were waiting on a
show, and I was the primary entertainment. Clint was to
my immediate left, and he had a bulge in his jeans,
which my eyes locked on to. He was turned on, that was
obvious.

Looking back around the circle, I figured they all were
finding the situation arousing to some degree, and my
own cock was hard and pressing against the silk. The
one thing I did not see in their faces was mercy. They
wanted to see this, to see me humiliated. How could
they be so cold? I turned to my wife, begging one last
time with my eyes.

Her reply was not a surprise. 'Everyone's waiting
slut.'

Turning back to Robert, my eyes dropped to the hard
cock right in front of my face. I started to lean
forward, but first I had another thought. In my prior
cock sucking experiences, my hands had always been
bound. To this day, I had never touched another man's
cock. If I was going to do this, then it was time to
change that. Sliding my right hand up Robert's thigh, I
closed around his manhood, feeling another man's cock
in my hand for the first time.

Someone whistled and muttered, 'Son of a bitch.'

His cock was hard and warm, and the skin was remarkably
smooth feeling. With my hand wrapped around it, only
the head about an inch extended out. I held it firmly
and started slowly stroking up and down, thinking how I
liked to feel when I did it to myself. It occurred to
me that I was jerking off another guy for the first
time, and doing so with an audience. My left hand came
up and cupped his balls, working them between my
fingers. While his cock may not have been large, his
balls were huge, hanging loosely between his legs. It
was a new experience for me, and despite all the
anxiety, I knew I was enjoying it and would never
forget it.

It was incredibly silent in the room when I started to
lean forward again. I could hear the crowd around me
breathing as they waited expectantly, willing me to go
forward. I paused one last time, inches from his cock,
and then made the final decision. With my hand closed
around his stiff prick, I closed the gap and my tongue
snaked out and licked his head. Robert let out a groan
and the guys around me let out a collective gasp. My
wife's voice carried above it all. 'That's it slut.'

Committed now, I closed my mouth over his cock head,
which extended from my fist. As I applied suction,
Robert started to squirm. One thing for certain, he
didn't mind having his cock sucked by another guy in
front of all his friends. He tried to thrust his hips,
but I held him at bay, my mouth covering his head and
my hand still wrapped around most of his cock.

It was as much me adjusting to the reality of what I
was doing as it was a tease. When he quit trying and
relaxed, I rewarded him. Pulling my hand away, I
engulfed his entire cock, pressing my face into his
pubic hair. He responded with a long, low moan that was
drowned out by our friends.

'Holy cuckolds brownie, look at that.'

'He sucks cock like a pro.'

'Does it feel good, Robert?'

He grunted in response, as my head started to bob up
and down on his cock. I was taking full strokes, from
the base of his cock to the head, over and over,
applying suction as I went. Suddenly pulling off, I
licked his balls and sucked one into my mouth. This
brought another groan from him. Then as I had done with
my wife's fake cock, I licked up the underside to the
head, then up and down each side.

In this position, I looked right into my wife's eyes as
she stood there, arms crossed, her pussy showing, and a
knowing smile on her face. It dawned on me with
surprise that none of the guys were bothering her half
naked body, that their attention was 100% on me. From
the left side of Robert's cock, I wrapped my tongue
around it and slid up and down, my eyes now fixed on
Clint's swollen crotch a couple of feet away. When I
looked back to my wife, she just nodded. There was more
coming.

I turned my attention back to Robert and once again
swallowed his entire cock. He responded with urgency,
and suddenly stood, taking my head in either hand.
Holding my head in place, his started to piston his
rock hard cock in and out of my mouth. I simply dropped
my hands to my own crotch, squeezing my hard cock
through the panties as I knelt before Robert and let
him use my mouth as he wished.

'Damn Robert. Fuck his face. He doesn't care.'

'Give it to him good, Robert.'

This spurred him on, and he started slamming his cock
into my mouth. With his size, there was no discomfort,
and I took the use with ease. My cock-sucking
experiences all involved the same guy, and he was quite
large. As Robert pummeled my face, I begin to realize
that a smaller cock has some advantages.

Having learned to keep my teeth clear, I offered him a
wet, warm hole for his use. It was incredible to feel
his cock head sliding in and out of my mouth, sometimes
coming totally clear and then driving back in. His
large balls were slapping my chin on every stroke. His
fingers were wrapped in my hair and he was pulling
pretty hard, but I knew it was involuntary. The pain
added to my pleasure, as I realized how turned on I now
was to be providing such a show to my friends. It was
intense for me, and it must have been for Robert as
well as he made a low, steady rumbling noise. I knew he
was close.

'He really likes it doesn't he?'

It was a rhetorical question, but my wife answered.
'Yes, he does.'

Robert gave me a few more strokes, then buried his cock
as far back in my mouth as it would go. My nose was
pressed into his stomach, the musky smell of his pubic
hair strong, and his testicles were laid against my
chin as his come started to pour down my throat. Time
after time his cock twitched and come spurted out, and
I applied a constant suction, drawing out every drop. I
swallowed it all.

I could feel the sweat left by his belly against my
forehead as he fell back into the chair with a groan,
my mouth following his cock the whole way. His chest
was heaving as I continued to suck his dick, feeling it
soften in my mouth. Other than his breathing, I noticed
it had become totally quiet around us. I had stunned
them into silence with my depravity.