les histoires de chrislebo

We finally got out of the heavy traffic in town and
headed in toward the city. The place we were going to
was located just outside of the city. We still had
almost a half hour to go before we got there. I had
intended to wait until later and enjoy the sexual
tension that was building. I couldn't stand it anymore
though.

I put Kylie on her knees on the seat. Her ass was
plainly on display through the passenger side window. I
pulled my cock out and demanded a blowjob. Don kept an
eye out for cops while Kylie practiced her new
deepthroat s*******s for the second time. She needed only
a few strokes before she was once again taking my cock
into her throat and I sat back and closed my eyes and
enjoyed the ride.

I stopped her several times before we got there. I
didn't want to cum until we got to the store. It was
getting harder and harder to control myself though. I
was about to give up when we pulled into a large
parking lot in what looked like an oasis of adult
businesses. We parked as close as possible to the video
store and as soon as Don shut off the engine I said,
"Okay Kylie. Finish me off now, but don't swallow until
I tell you."

I was just about to lay my head back and close my eyes
when I saw two men come out of the store and head into
the parking lot. It was perfect! They were heading for
the car on our right. I watched as the driver did a
double take when he saw Kylie's ass and come to a stop.
I didn't hear what he said to his companion, but the
man raced around the car and the two of them stood
there staring in awe at Kylie's ass as she sucked me
off.

I couldn't take it anymore and I grabbed her tit and
swore and filled her mouth with cum. She struggled to
hold it all in her mouth and didn't relax until I was
done. When I could talk I whispered, "Okay Kylie. Sit
up now."

She carefully took her mouth off of my dick and sat up
and saw the men staring at her for the first time. She
groaned as they now had an excellent view of her
perfect tits. She almost tried to cover herself with
her hands but one look from me put a stop to that.

I put my dick away and Don got out and held my door for
me. I pulled Kylie after me with her slip still around
her waist and her mouth still full of cum. The two guys
at the next car were smiling and telling me how hot my
wife was.

I smiled and said, "Oh no, she isn't my wife. She's my
driver's wife. I'm just using her."

They said, "Holy cuckolds brownie!" almost in unimister.

Without looking at her I said, "Alright Kylie, you can
swallow my cum now."

She swallowed as the two strangers stared in disbelief.
Then I ordered her to fix her slip so that she didn't
get us arrested. While she was covering herself as much
as possible with the slip I looked around us to see
what was available here in this little enclave of adult
oriented shops.

I saw a tattoo and piercing parlor, a theater that
showed XXX movies, and a clothing store that sold slut
clothes judging from the window display. There was also
a strip club and a couple of bars and the video store
that we were about to enter. It was sort of like a sexy
Disneyland. Everything a dirty mind could ask for.

I led Kylie into the store. The two men stood at their
car and stared at us until the door closed behind us. I
had been in several of these places before, but never
one like this. This place was huge. They had every
adult toy I had ever heard of against one wall and an
alcove in the back that was dedicated to the sort of
clothing you would expect to find for sale in a place
like this.

There were probably two dozen cars out front, but only
a dozen men in the store. They all looked up when we
came in and Kylie was an instant hit. They all stared
as I led her around and we looked at the magazines on
display. She pointed out a couple of them that were
similar to the ones that she had discovered in her
man's stash. They were really nasty and must have
been a pretty big influence on her.

I ordered her to pick up a couple from lower racks,
without bending her knees. She knew what I wanted and
she knew that when she bent at the waist like that she
was displaying her ass and pussy to the perverts who
were standing around enjoying the show.

I wasn't interested in books or magazines or movies
though. I was just displaying my new toy. We had
everyone's attention after a very short time and I led
her over to the toy wall.

I started with the wrist restraints. I selected a set
of heavy leather cuffs with a one foot chain connecting
them. I handed them to Don and then I selected another
set that consisted of two straps which fastened around
her upper thighs to which the cuffs were attached by a
short chain. I handed them to Don and told him to put
them on her.

Don knelt at her feet and everyone in the store watched
as he put her in the restraints. I had to admit, she
looked sexy as hell that way. The other customers
thought so too. They had started taking pictures with
their cell phones until the guy in charge ordered them
to put them away. They were pretty disappointed, but
Don and Kylie were relieved.

I selected a set of leather cuffs for her ankles and a
couple of collars, one thick and spiked and the other
more discreet, but obviously still a slave collar. I
told Don to put the larger collar on her and I returned
to browsing through the huge selection of toys on
display.

I picked up a set of nipple clamps, and started to hand
them to Don, but then I remembered the nearby piercing
place and decided that I would prefer that option. I
selected a set of ben wah balls and an egg shaped
vibrator with a remote control.

I was just about to head into the clothing section when
I spotted a couple of small clips for her nipples that
had small vibrators attached to them. I picked them up
and casually dropped the top of her slip. It caught at
her waist and stayed there while I attached one of the
clips to her nipple to see how they looked. They turned
out to be irresistible. At the last minute, on an
impulse, I picked up a blindfold and added that to the
pile too. I gave everything to Don and told him to put
it all on the check out counter while we went to look
at clothing.

With her breasts exposed now I led Kylie into the
alcove and the entire audience followed. The audience
had gotten larger while we shopped. A couple of men had
come in from outside and a couple more had come out
from the back room where the video booths were.

I started picking out Kylie's new wardrobe. First there
was a selection of sheer tops. Then a variety of crop
tops with slutty sayings on them. Someone with a dirty
mind and a lot of nerve had gone to a lot of work and I
really appreciated it. I don't know how Kylie felt
about it. I suspect she had that same mix of emotions
that colored everything we had done since I pulled her
into my lap after dinner yesterday.

I selected a couple pairs of shorts made from a thin
jersey material that were very tight and cut so high
that half of her ass was exposed and the crotch band
was so narrow that it slipped right up into her tight
little pussy when she put them on.

I had ordered Don to remove the leather wrist
restraints and her slip and she tried on every item
that I selected right there in the middle of the aisle
with every man in the store gathered around to watch.

I selected several very short micro miniskirts and a
couple of micro mini-dresses that were see-through, but
with a less than adequate pattern over her nipples and
her pubic area. I had never had so much fun dressing a
woman in my life.

For her though, and to a lesser extent for Don, the
embarrassment never ended. We did not get any
underwear. I saw no need. I would have bought more of
those slips like the one she wore today, but I didn't
see any.

When she was finished trying on clothes in the middle
of the aisle I left her naked and we went to the check
out counter. It took a long time to get a total. The
old guy totaling up our purchases couldn't take his
eyes off of Kylie.

After I paid for our new toys and clothes I had Don
give her back her slip. Before we left, I had him put
the cuffs on her with the chain behind her back. It was
exciting to look at, and the chain had a way of inching
her slip up higher on her butt as she walked.

She looked absolutely terrified and acted as though she
were being horribly degraded, which I suppose was true.
On the other hand, her nipples stood out as if they
were trying to poke a hole in the lace cups that
covered them and her breathing was very rapid and there
was a barely noticeable patina of sweat over her upper
lip. She certainly wasn't asking to be unchained or
taken home.

I know what you are thinking. I should have taken her
into the back and let her take on all comers. I thought
about it. I decided that it was too soon. I thought
that it would be more fun to build up to it. This way
each succeeding indignity would add to her offense.
I didn't want to do too much too soon and have her
become inured to the smaller indignities.

We went back out to the car and put our purchases in
the trunk. When Kylie wasn't looking I stuck the
blindfold in my back pocket. I had an idea it would
come in handy in a little while.

We walked up to the slut clothing store I had spotted
and looked around for a while. I found a few more sexy
tops and a couple more of those tiny slips like the one
that she had on. I bought one in a bright red and
another in white. They also had a big selection of
those thin little crop tops with the slutty sayings,
but I decided that we would wait and see how much use
we got out of the ones that we had already bought.

I paid for the items that I had selected and then we
went to the bar next door. I hadn't noticed from our
parking place that it featured topless waitresses.
That's always a big plus. We ordered a round of beer
and they had a limited sandwich menu so we ordered a
sandwich and some fries and checked out the talent.

Some of the girls were pretty cute, but I hated seeing
bored looking topless waitresses or strippers. Don't
get me wrong, I understand. I still hate it. While we
were sipping our beer I asked Kylie how she was
enjoying her day.

Kylie looked at me and seemed to be torn between giving
me an honest answer and the answer that was expected of
her. After thinking about it for a moment she said
quietly, "You read some of my diaries. You know how my
mind works. I am more humiliated than I have ever been
in my life, and I would appreciate it if you would let
Don use a napkin to wipe my pussy before my juices
start running down my thigh."

The honest answer! I was surprised. I nodded at Don and
he didn't even look around to see if anyone was
watching. He picked up a paper napkin and reached down
as Kylie spread her legs. He gently dabbed at her pussy
and then slid the napkin down between her legs. She
shuddered and started to cum and he drew the napkin up
through her slit again and over her clit and she bit
her lip and groaned loudly and then slumped back in her
chair.

Don looked at me to see if he had fucked up. I just
smiled. I had looked around and there were half a dozen
guys sitting nearby that had seen us come in and
noticed the way Kylie was dressed. They had seen the
cuffs too and they were watching us like hawks.

They saw Kylie cum and then sit slumped in her chair
with her legs spread and her pussy exposed. Several of
them were close enough to see her pubic hair, which was
now on display.

She stayed like that for a couple of minutes before she
became aware of the show that she was putting on and
sat up. I saw her look around out of the corner of her
eyes and see how many men were watching her and I heard
her whisper, "Oh god!"

The waitress came back out with our food and I ordered
three more beers. She was turning away when she spotted
Kylie's cuffs for the first time. She turned back and
with a concerned look on her face she asked, "Honey,
are you okay?"

Kylie smiled up at her and said, "Yes ma'am, but thank
you for asking. I'm just fine."

Then the waitress smiled and said, "Yeah, I bet you
are."

I let Don unfasten one of her cuffs and we ate and
drank our beers. While we ate I tried to make up my
mind about her nipples. I loved her sensitive little
nipples. I didn't want to fuck them up, and to be
honest, pierced nipples, once the novelty wears off,
aren't all that exciting to me. The excitement would be
in powering her to have it done.

There is also the down time to be considered. If I had
her pierced today it would be weeks before she would be
fit to torment again. I thought about it for a while
and decided that it would be best that I wait a while
and make up my mind later.

When we had finished our lunch I ordered Don to replace
her wrist cuff. Since I had decided to postpone the
piercing, the only places left to check out were the
strip clubs and the XXX Theater.

I opted for the theater. We walked over and I paid our
admission. I checked out the movies playing and they
weren't that interesting, but we weren't really here to
watch a movie. We were here to play.

We went inside and the small theater was bright with
the light reflected from the big screen. I looked up to
see two large black men fucking some skuzzy looking
broad with big fake tits on the screen. Interracial sex
has always piqued my interest, but nothing turns me off
faster than big, fake tits.

The theater only had about a dozen customers brownietered
around. There were a couple of guys sitting together
doing god knows what. The other guys were all widely
separated. There were no other women in the room. I
selected two seats in the middle of a row about three
quarters of the way towards the back of the theater. I
pointed them out to Kylie and then I ordered her to
walk slowly down to the front of the theater and look
around at the men in the other rows. Then walk slowly
back up and sit in the row in front of me and unless I
said otherwise she was not to refuse anyone anything as
long as we were here.

When I said that she gasped and her eyes got wide. Then
she looked around as Don and I moved down the empty row
to our seats.

I watched as Kylie walked slowly down the aisle looking
right and left at all of the horny old men. It was
still quite bright in the room and she was distracting
the attention of every man in the place away from the
crap on the screen.

She stopped at the end of the aisle and turned around
slowly and then sauntered back up to the row that I had
pointed out to her. She looked straight ahead and
walked slowly to the seat in front of me and sat down.
I knew without looking that her slip had ridden up
exposing her crotch to anyone that got close enough to
see it.

Kylie turned her attention to the screen and tried not
to notice all of the dirty old men that were turning in
their seats to see what she was doing. Everyone seemed
to be waiting to see what the others were going to do.
We were all startled when her first visitor came not
from in front of us but from one of the rows behind us.
He moved down to the end of her row and watched her for
a moment. He glanced at Don and me, but we ignored him
and Kylie both.

He decided it was worth the gamble I guess, although it
couldn't have been much of a gamble. She was half naked
and in chains. He got his nerve up and moved slowly
down the aisle and sat down beside Kylie without a
word. He was around fifty with silver hair. He looked
clean and more or less normal.

Kylie continued to stare at the screen as the man
looked her over. In the flickering light he must have
had a pretty good view of her pubic hair. Her legs were
closed though and he probably couldn't see her tight
little slit.

I saw Kylie jump and I assumed that the man's hand was
now on her leg. He ignored us and turned slightly in
his seat to face Kylie. He was sitting on her left and
he put his right arm around her shoulder and his left
hand came up and explored the lace that covered her
breasts for a moment before he gently dropped the
shoulder straps and let it fall to her waist.

His hand moved over her breasts for a brief moment and
then moved down out of sight again. I could tell where
his hand had gone by the way she tensed up. I was
watching them so intently that I had forgotten about
everyone else, so I was startled when I saw movement
nearby. I looked up to see two men moving down the
aisle in front of Kylie and her new friend.

They sat down in front of our happy couple and turned
around in their seats to enjoy the show. I realized now
that we had fucked up. We should have taken seats in
the row in front of her. Those guys had a much better
view than Don and I did.

The man sitting with Kylie moved his hand back to her
tits and one of the guys in the next row reached out
and powerd a hand up between her thighs. Kylie jumped
again as the man in front of her explored her pussy.
The man exploring her pussy said something to his
companion and his friend's hand joined his own.

The bravest of the three men, the first to come over
and play with Kylie, leaned forward and spoke to the
two men in front. Then he stood up and, still ignoring
Don and me, he pulled Kylie to her feet and leaned her
over the row in front where she was grabbed and
supported by the two men who held her up. They seemed
to be supporting her mainly by holding her breasts.

Her slip was just a belt again and might as well have
been off. We watched as the man unzipped and pulled his
cock out and moved into position behind Kylie and we
all heard her gasp over the stupid movie soundtrack as
his cock entered her pussy.

He fucked her violently and as he plowed his meat into
her the other men who had been spread around the
theater were now gathering around us. I was tempted to
move to a more forward row of seats and get a better
view of Kylie and her suitors, but I couldn't tear my
eyes away from what was happening in front of me.

I was wondering how Kylie was reacting to being fucked
by a stranger so publicly, but my questions about her
response were soon removed when the sounds of passion
coming from her began to drowned out the fake sounds of
passion from the movie.

The man fucking her sped up and then went still and we
watched as he filled her pussy with cum. He stayed like
that for a long time before he pulled out of her and
zipped up and casually walked away.

As soon as he was gone I leaned over into that row and
pulled Kylie up by the chain attaching her wrists.
There were a lot of disappointed faces around us until
I unfastened the chain, removed her slip and handed it
to Don, and then refastened the cuffs in front of her.
Then I bent her over the seat between us and now her
face was right in front of her husband and I and she
was once more available to the perverts in the crowd.

I was staring at her face and I knew the moment the
hands returned to her body. The two men who had been
sitting in front of Kylie and her most recent lover
stood up and climbed over the backs of their seats and
one of them sat beside her and his hands began to roam
her body while the other stood behind her and opened
his pants.

It was hell of a show! Better than the theater earlier.
I could see much better and all of the moans were
coming from Kylie and the men fucking her instead of a
boring fake sex movie.

Don returned with the beer from a nearby store as the
third man was fucking her. The man in her pussy
finished before the third man getting sucked off. I
ordered Don to put the beer away and bring one out for
each of my guests. When he returned I ordered him to
clean his wife's cunt.

The looks on my guest's faces were hilarious! I thought
a couple of them would throw up, but mostly they stared
in disbelief as Don knelt behind his wife and started
licking up the cum that was running down her thighs. By
the time he was finished and had cleaned her pussy
adequately she was on the verge of cumming again.

One of the guys that she had just recently sucked off
said, "Shit, the poor girl really needs some more
cock." He walked over to Don and said, "Come on boy,
get that pecker hard for me so I can fuck your cute
little wife."

A couple of the men turned away in disgust, but most
watched incredulously as Don took the man's soft cock
into his mouth and sucked him until he was hard. There
were several uncomplimentary remarks from the others
but the man said, "Shit guys, he ain't half bad. In
fact, he's a pretty good cocksucker. Not as good as his
wife, but I'd do him again."

The remarks were not complimentary and Don's manhood
was questioned pretty seriously. The guy pulled his
hard cock away from Don's mouth and put it in Kylie's
pussy and immediately one of the others called Don over
and said, "Come on faggot, let's see what you can do."

There were several more scurrilous remarks but the man
receiving Don's attention said almost proudly, "Shit
man! I spend half my fucking life on the road. I have
to tell you that some of the best head I ever got was
through a glory hole in some adult book store from some
dude that likes to suck cock. If you guys are going to
try to tell me you've never done it, well, I won't call
you liars, but that's just because I'm a gentleman."

I saw some embarrassed looks from some of them, most of
them in fact. But they didn't say anything.

The man that Don was sucking said, "Shit, the boy ain't
bad! How about it boy, you want a mouthful of cum?
That's a good faggot, you keep sucking like that and
I'm going to give you just what you need."

The man fucking Kylie finished and stepped away and the
third man that she had sucked off earlier stood up and
said, "You go ahead and let the dude suck you off. I'm
going to fuck his wife and when I finish he can suck me
clean before he sucks his wife's cunt again."

I guess that Don had eaten enough cum since yesterday
that he was not as upset as he used to be when he was
powerd to suck a cock or eat out his wife's freshly
fucked pussy. He didn't look happy, it was obvious that
he didn't like being a cocksucker, but he wasn't
freaking out about it. Actually, the fact that he was
being made to do it against his will seemed to add to
the amusement the men were getting from making him suck
their cocks.

Watching Don suffering like that was amusing, but I was
more interested in Kylie and her reactions. Not to
mention that she was a whole hell of a lot nicer to
look at.

Don finished sucking the guy off and was immediately
put to work cleaning the cock of the guy that had just
fucked her. I was about to make him clean Kylie up
again when one of the guys stood up and said, "Since we
are doing this one at a time now, let's get you on your
back little girl. I want to fuck you right."

He helped Kylie up and I tossed him a towel to put
under her before he laid her down and got on top of
her. All of these guys were between thirty-five and
forty-five and most of them had a few extra pounds, but
none of them was really fat. All but one of them had
average sized cocks. That one, the one that was about
to fuck her for the second time had a pretty impressive
cock that looked to be about eight inches long. I
wasn't going to measure it, but I had to admit, I would
have liked to have had one just like it. You know how
boys are.

No one else had Don provide them with blowjobs. He did
get to suck most of them clean though, and he was made
to suck his wife clean a few more times as the men
fucked her until no one could get it up any more.

When everyone was fucked out we sat around and drank a
few more beers and watched the end of a college
football game on TV. While we watched I sent Kylie in
to take a shower and get cleaned up and when she
returned she started giving the guys more lap time.
They might not be able to fuck her anymore, but she was
still a lot of fun to play with.

In the late afternoon I called out and had a few pizzas
delivered and that was one freaked out pizza delivery
man. Not too freaked out to get a blowjob for a tip,
but you should have seen his face when Kylie let him in
and he saw eight naked men and one naked woman. A lot
of us laughed out loud.

I imagine that Kylie was getting pretty tired, but that
was her last blowjob for the time being. I let Don and
Kylie relax and join us for beer and pizza and the guys
even seemed to forgive Don for being a cocksucker. They
did try to get him to talk about it though, since they
had seen how much he seemed to hate what he was doing.

Don was reluctant to talk about it, and it wasn't like
these guys were people to whom he felt that he owed an
explanation. Still, he tried to explain that he had
only recently become interested in becoming a
submissive and a part of that was being made to do
things that he didn't like to do. Since he didn't
really understand it himself it wasn't likely that he
was going to be able to explain it to a half a dozen
men that were not normally into esoteric sexual
activities and didn't understand anyone that was
different than they were.

After we ate, Kylie returned to her revolving lap duty.
No one was going to be having sex anymore though.

After the game ended, the guys started gradually
leaving and pretty soon it was just the three of us
again.

I packed a small bag of toiletries and a change of
clothes and after they put their street clothes back
on, Don drove us back to their house.

It was a nice evening so I thought it would be fun to
take a walk around the neighborhood. Kylie wasn't real
happy about her neighbors seeing her in a cut off t-
shirt that said, "I Swallow!" She wouldn't think of
refusing though.

We walked to a nearby park and I had Kylie walk ahead
of us about ten feet. We followed and watched the looks
on the faces of the people we passed.

After walking around for about fifteen minutes I caught
up to Kylie and instructed her to sit on a bench that
was coming up on the left. I told her that once more
she was not permitted to say no to anyone. Don and I
sat on a nearby bench, far enough away to not be a
threat to any passersby, yet close enough to be able to
come to her aid if necessary.

We watched her from our bench. We were close enough to
hear any conversations Kylie had. I suppose it was more
amusing for me than for Don, but I think that Don was
enjoying our activities more than he was letting on.

Several men walked by and did a double take when they
saw Kylie. They didn't stop though. They smiled and
nodded at her and kept going. Then a kid walked by. He
was a young teenage boy, about thirteen or fourteen. He
was young, but he knew what the words on her shirt
meant.

The kid did a double take, just like the adults had,
then he backed up and came to a stop and stared at
Kylie's chest and smirked. He didn't say anything at
first. Then he said, "Holy cuckolds brownie lady! That's some
shirt!"

She was obviously uncomfortable. More so because of the
kid's age. She smiled though and thanked him. I'm not
sure for what. He looked around and he saw us, but
didn't know if we were with her or not. He asked, "Are
you alone?"

She wasn't sure what to say to that, but she glanced at
me and I nodded, so she said that she was.

He asked if he could sit with her and she nodded.

He took a seat and continued to stare at her breasts.
Then he asked, "Are you wearing that shirt for a
reamister?"

She probably would have been more comfortable if he had
been five years older, and if he had stopped asking
questions and just made her suck his cock. Instead she
had to do this word dance with the kid.

She finally answered, "Because it's true I guess."

The kid was starting to get excited. The beautiful
woman in the sexy clothes had not told him to fuck off
and was answering his questions. He seemed to gather
his courage and he asked, "Do you do it for anyone? Is
that why you are out here in that shirt?"

I saw her close her eyes for a second and sigh deeply.
Then she looked at the kid and said, "Yes, I swallow
for anyone that asks."

The kid looked like he wanted to jump up and yell he
was so excited. He controlled himself though and he
said, "So if I ask you to suck my cock you'll do it?!"

She nodded, but it was obvious she was reluctant. Well,
it was obvious to us. The kid didn't seem to notice.

He asked, "If you are going to suck me off, can I see
your boobs?"

She asked him, "Have you ever seen boobs before?"

"No ma'am," he answered breathlessly. "I ain't been
sucked off before either."

I heard her groan and mumble, "Oh god."

Then she looked around and, seeing no one but Don and
I, she lifted the shirt up, baring her breasts to the
boy.

"Holy cuckolds brownie!" he exclaimed. "Can I touch them?"

Kylie nodded and the kid's hand shot out and he roughly
grabbed her left breast. She cringed and said,
"Gently!"

He smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry. Wow!
That feels so nice, so hot!"

He moved his hands around her breasts, gently now, for
about a minute. Then he asked, "You going to suck me
off now?"

She nodded and dropped her shirt back over her breasts
and looked around. She stood up and looked around and
the kid grabbed her hand and said, "Come on, I know a
good place."

She glanced at us and I nodded and she allowed herself
to be pulled into a small clearing in the bushes. As
soon as they were inside he pulled her down out of
sight.

Don and I moved closer quietly and I could see just
enough to see that the kid was lying down and Kylie was
kneeling over him. The kid's eyes were closed and his
pants were down. His hand was back on her breast and
she was sucking him enthusiastically. He swore and he
came almost immediately.

I heard Kylie say, "Was that as much fun as you thought
it would be?"

He sighed, apparently unable to talk yet. I saw her
smile and she said, "That was pretty quick, wasn't it?
Want to do it again?"

He said, "Can we?! Jeez yes!"

Kylie took the kids cock back into her mouth and Don
and I returned to our bench while she sucked him off
again. This time he lasted almost a minute! He was loud
enough that we could hear him from our bench. It was
pretty amusing.

A minute later they came back out of the bushes and he
thanked her enthusiastically. Then he asked, "Do you
like doing that?"

She smiled and said, "Sometimes."

He asked, "Are you going to be here much longer?"

She said, "I don't know, why do you ask?"

"My best friend will be here soon. I bet he'd love a
blowjob too. Hell, if you aren't here he won't even
believe me when I tell him."

Kylie looked thoughtful and then she said, "If he comes
out soon I'll give your friend a blowjob, but you guys
have to promise not to tell anyone. I could get in a
lot of trouble for doing this with you. How old are
you?"

"I'm thirteen," he said proudly.

Kylie groaned and said, "Christ! They would put me
under the jail!"

He said, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone except my
friend."

They sat back down on the bench and after the kid
looked around and saw only Don and I he asked, "Those
guys are with you aren't they?"

She looked at me and I just smiled and left it up to
her.

She turned back to him and said, "Yes. They are here to
make sure that no one hurts me."

"But it's okay for you to have sex with guys?" he asked
excitedly.

She nodded.

The kid looked at us and then he turned back to Kylie
and asked, "Can I see your thing….your pussy?"

She glanced around to make sure that no one was
approaching and then she lifted the hem of her tiny
skirt about two inches, baring her slit. She spread her
legs slightly and the kid stared in wonder at her moist
pussy.

She took his hand and put it between her legs and I
thought the kid was going to pass out. He turned bright
red and he slipped a finger slowly and carefully inside
of her. He moved it in and out a couple of times and
then he looked around and leaned down to look closely
at the treasure that had been uncovered.

He explored it for a moment and then he looked up at
her and said, "Jeez, it's beautiful!"

She spotted someone coming and let her skirt fall and
said to the boy, "Someone's coming."

He looked up and smiled and said, "That's Frankie, he's
my best friend. That's his brother Jim with him."

The kid had straightened up but his hand was still
trapped between Kylie's thighs. She started to pull his
hand away but I shook my head and she sat back and let
the inevitable take place.

The two boys saw their friend and came to a stop in
front of him and Kylie. It was obvious where his hand
was and what it was doing of course. The kid just
smiled proudly and said hello to his friends.

Frankie was apparently the same age as the kid that was
fingering Kylie. His brother looked like he might be a
year older, but it was hard to say for sure.

The kid said, "Hey Frankie, guess what I been doing?"

"What?" Frankie asked. He didn't know what the kid had
been doing, but he could see what he was doing now and
he wasn't sure if he believed his eyes.

He said, "She sucked my cock. Twice! I asked her if she
would suck you off too and she said she would. You want
a blowjob?"

Frankie looked at Kylie and asked, "He's pulling my
leg, right?"

Kylie, with some reluctance said, "No Frankie. I sucked
him off, twice. Afterwards he said that you were coming
soon and he asked me if I would wait and suck you off
too."

Jim asked, "What about me? Could I have a blowjob?"

Kylie nodded and then the first kid said, "Guys! Look
at this!"

Then he spread her legs apart a few inches and showed
them her pussy. They stared in awe and then they
dropped to their knees to get a closer look.

"Holy crap!" Jim exclaimed. "That's the prettiest thing
I ever saw!"

"No cuckolds brownie!" his brother agreed eagerly.

Jim looked up and asked, "Can I touch it?"

Kylie nodded and spread her legs a little farther
apart.

After watching for a moment, Frankie said, "Move over
Jim, let me see."

Jim moved his hand and Frankie reached out and explored
Kylie's pussy for a few seconds and I could see that
she was getting really turned on with all of this
attention.

I waited for the boys to come over and say hello and
they admired Kylie's outfit. They asked us when Kylie
was going to wear the "I Swallow" t-shirt again and I
said, "You don't have to wait for her to put the t-
shirt on boys. I guess after yesterday you figured out
I'm not her bodyguard. She is my sex slave. She has to
fuck and suck anyone I tell her to."

I don't know if they had figured that out or not after
seeing the look of amazement in their eyes. I chuckled
to myself and said, "You see that car?" pointing at my
Lexus.

They nodded and I continued, "When you see that car
parked here you can come knock on the door and if we
are here and we aren't busy you can come in and get a
blowjob or fuck her if you want. You just have to ask
me. Okay?"

They nodded eagerly and I added, "Just you two. If this
gets out it's all over."

They promised and we started for the car again. Don
opened the back door for me and Kylie and Gary asked,
"When are you coming home?"

I laughed and I answered, "I'm not sure Gary, we are
going out for lunch and a little afternoon
entertainment. We may be gone for several hours."

I got in the car then and the boys watched Kylie climb
in and sit down with her dress rising up and coming
open in front to reveal her charms to all four of us.
She saw everyone looking, and she looked down to see
how bad it was. She didn't do anything to try to cover
up though. What would be the point?

Just as Don was about to close the car door I heard
Gary said, "Jesus Frankie! We're gonna get to fuck
her!"

Kylie didn't look happy about that but I laughed and
said, "Don't worry about it Kylie! Shit, I saw their
dicks. You'll never even feel them!"

She sighed and said, "That's not the point Master. They
are so young. You see how messed up I am because of
being exposed to things I shouldn't have been at such a
young age."

I responded, "It's true, you are, to use your phrase,
messed up. On the other hand, I love how messed up you
are, so does your husband. It will be different with
those boys though. You won't be exposing them to ****
and *** or whatever else you were sucked in and
warped by. It will be more like you are giving them a
sex education. You could do them some good. You could
teach them how to make love to a woman the right way."

She didn't look convinced. I guess she was also worried
that they would not be able to keep their mouths shut
and she would end up in trouble.

I ordered Don to drive around until we found a likely
place for lunch. I don't eat fast food so that ruled
out most of the places we passed. We found a couple of
likely places but they weren't open on Sunday, or they
weren't open for lunch. We got closer and closer to the
city and finally I said, "Fuck it! Let's go back to the
place we ate lunch in yesterday."

Don headed for the topless bar and Kylie breathed a
sigh of relief when she realized that she wouldn't have
to go into some diner full of people who had just
gotten out of church in the dress she was wearing.

We weren't that far from the adult complex when I had
made my decision and we were pulling up in front of it
in just a few minutes. We went inside and had a quick
lunch. There weren't a lot of distractions. The place
was nearly empty.

After we ate we walked around the complex again. The
strip club was open, but I doubted if it was very busy
yet. It was still very early in the afternoon. We did
some window shopping at the tattoo parlor and then
walked past the clothing store and another bar and I
didn't see anything that piqued my interest.

We headed back towards the car and just for the hell of
it we ducked into the strip club. It wasn't crowded,
that was for sure. There were a dozen men sitting
around the stage looking nearly as bored as the
dancers. I had only been in an American strip club once
before in my life. On my twenty-first birthday some
friends had taken me to one to celebrate. I had had fun
for several reamisters. I was old enough to take legally
finally, and the girls had gone out of their way to
tease me because it was my birthday.

I had gone to a couple of clubs in Stuttgart while I
was stationed in Germany and preferred the quieter and
more intimate atmosphere in Europe. That being said, it
was still a hell of a waste of money. I didn't actually
enjoy it that much in either country. They were noisy
and smoky and all in all I didn't care much for them.

I was here for a different kind of entertainment today
though. This was Kylie's first time and I wanted it to
be a learning experience. We sat down not far from the
stage and Don and Kylie ordered mixed takes, I had
ginger ale.

We drew some attention when we came in and sat down. I
guess they don't get a lot of pretty, sexy young women
in the audience. I saw that Kylie was nervous, with
good reamister, though she didn't know it yet.

I told her to watch the girls on stage until I saw one
of the girls giving a customer a lap dance. I told her
to watch that, because she would be tested. She really
looked nervous now.

We all watched as the girl straddled the customer,
wearing only a g-string, and rubbed her body over him
as sensuously as possible until the misterg ended. He kept
his hands by his side and mostly just stared at her big
tits as she rubbed them over his chest.

I stood and told my two slaves to enjoy the show. I
would return shortly. I went to the men's room and then
I went to find the manager. I found him in his small
office with the help of one of the waitresses.

I introduced myself and explained to him that I had a
budding sex slave with me and I had brought her in to
watch the dancers so that I could make her dance at a
later date, but while I was here I would like to have
her perform a lap dance or two, just to put her in the
right frame of mind.

Once he realized that I hadn't come back to his office
to bitch about something he had loosened up and he had
no problem with what I was offering. I proposed that,
if the customers were interested, she perform a lap
dance for whatever the standard fee might be, but that
the money would be split among the dancers. I didn't
want them to be deprived of their livelihood.

When he agreed to that I explained that all she was
wearing was a dress, she didn't have a g-string. He was
unconcerned about that. Finally I asked about the rules
for the girls giving lap dances and he smiled and said,
"Hell, the rules are for the protection of my girls.
You make your own rules."

That was what I had hoped for. He wanted to meet Kylie
before I put her to work and I went out and got her and
returned to the manager's office. When he saw my
beautiful and obviously frightened sex slave he grinned
and said, "Wade, whenever you get ready to have her do
a little strip show, come on back. I'll be happy to
squeeze her in."

I thanked him and then I explained to Kylie that he had
been nice enough to let her do a lap dance or two while
we were here. I told her that, unlike the other
dancers, she was to encourage her customers to touch
her and that she was to give any money she might earn
to the dancers. Then I suggested that she thank the
manager for being so understanding.

She looked at me, not sure what I wanted her to do. I
turned to the manager and said, "I have just been
teaching Kylie how to suck a cock properly. Would you
like a demonstration?"

He said, "Hell yes!" He stood up and unbuttoned his
pants and pushed them down to his knees. He sat back
down and spread his legs and I nodded at her.

She took a deep breath and walked around to the other
side of his desk and fell to her knees. Before she
started I said, "Send her out when you're done with
her. Kylie, rinse your mouth out when you finish and
come out and see me."

I went back out to the table and sat down with Don. He
looked up, curious that his wife was not with me. I
just let him stew and watched another lackluster dancer
on the stage.

Ten minutes or so later Kylie came out of the back and
returned to the table. She looked unhappy and I asked
her what was wrong.

She said, "He had the worst tasting cum I ever tasted!"

I asked, "Do you know what you are going to do now?"

She nodded.

"Do you know how much to charge?"

She nodded.

"Do you know the rules?"

She said, "There aren't any?"

I nodded and then I ordered her to stand up and take
her dress off and start asking the customers if they
wanted a lap dance. I tried to encourage her and told
her that she might get lucky and not get any takers.
She didn't seem to think that was going to happen.

I ordered her to smile and stand up and undress and she
closed her eyes for a moment and took a few deep
breaths to steel her nerves for what she had to do.
Then she stood up and slowly unbuttoned her dress.

I saw the men begin to notice and divert their
attention from the stage to watch Kylie. She slipped
her dress off and d****d it over the back of her chair
and then Don and I and every other man in the place
watched as she walked naked to the nearest customer and
bent over to whisper in his ear.

He looked her over and grinned and reached for his
wallet. He handed her some bills and she brought them
over and handed them to me. She returned to her first
customer and they carried on another brief conversation
until the music stopped and another misterg started.

She straddled his lap and began rubbing her body
against the man who was getting her lap dance cherry.
His hands immediately began roaming freely over her
body. It was obvious that she had told him that she
didn't have the same constraints that the regular
dancers had.

She tried to smile from time to time, but she was
concentrating so hard on what she was doing that she
often forgot.

Her diary had mentioned that she fantasized about being
powerd to strip for a crowd of horny men in a strip
club. I had not yet read anything about lap dancing. I
thought she would get a kick out of it, in her perverse
way.

Her customer's hands had stopped roaming her body and
were now mauling her tits. He was an average looking
guy in his mid forties, and he was really enjoying
Kylie's company. Just as the misterg ended he leaned
forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth and
she just sat on his lap and waited for him to turn her
loose.

I looked around at the other men who were all watching
Kylie now and they liked this more open style of lap
dancing. Her customer finally turned loose of her
breast and she stood up came back over to our table and
gulped down the rest of her take. Then she went to the
next man.

She approached him and as she bent down and spoke in
his ear his hand came to rest on her inner thigh and
slid up her thigh to actually come into contact with
her pussy. She didn't resist and the men at the other
tables saw that. She pitched her services to the guy,
trying to ignore the hand on her crotch and he finally,
though reluctantly, removed his hand from between her
legs and reached for his wallet.

He handed her the cash which she brought to me and then
she went back and straddled her customer's legs. She
sat on his lap and he played with her tits until the
next misterg started.

When the misterg that was playing ended he pulled her head
close and spoke into her ear and she nodded her head.
When the next misterg started she didn't move. Instead, he
reached one hand down and appeared to be inserting a
finger into her pussy. His other hand returned to her
breast.

He glanced at me and smiled as he fingered Kylie and
half way through the "dance" I saw her throw her head
back and it was obvious that she was having an orgasm.
She was holding onto his shoulders and her hips were
twitching and I heard her moan in pleasure, even over
the loud music they were playing.

I saw the manager watching from nearby. He came over to
me and suggested that we move our act into a darkened
alcove off of the main room. I thought that was a good
idea. I didn't want anyone getting arrested, and I
reamistered that everyone would feel a little more free to
enjoy Kylie's charms in the relative privacy the alcove
provided.

I told Don to bring Kylie's dress and I asked the
waitress for another round of takes, to be delivered
in the alcove. As we moved in that direction and the
other customers saw where we were going, they all stood
up to follow.

I doubt if the dancers were all that upset. They didn't
seem to enjoy their work and they weren't getting any
tips. They would make more money from what Kylie was
doing than what they were doing.

Don and I took a seat in the small alcove. There were a
half a dozen tables packed closely together and the
customers spread themselves more or less evenly among
the tables.

Kylie waited for our waitress and took a big gulp of
her take before she started looking for a new "dance"
partner. I saw the eager looks on the faces of the men
and I thought, "What the fuck, why all this beating
around the bush?"

I stood up and in a lull in the music while a new
dancer took to the stage in an empty club I said,
"Gentlemen, how about if we up the anti here? You guys
are paying twenty-five dollars for a little rubbing and
the chance to feel up a pretty girl."

I pushed Kylie to the nearest table and bent her down
over it and said, "How many of you would pay fifty
bucks to fuck her?"

I glanced at the manager who was standing at the
entrance to the alcove watching. He smiled and shrugged
and I turned back to see nearly all of them reaching
for their wallets. Even the two men she had already
danced for were going for it.

I collected the money from all but two of the fourteen
men and stood back and let nature take its course. The
first two got in line and as the first man shoved his
dick into her I knew that she would never admit it, but
she was grateful. This was more like her fantasies, and
she was very turned on right now. She wanted to be
fucked.

One of the guys came over and asked if he could get
sucked off instead and I nodded. He walked over and
watched the guy fucking her for a minute. Then he
pulled his cock out and moved over and rearranged her
just enough that her head was near the edge of the
table. He placed the head of his cock at her lips and
she opened her mouth without protest and let him fuck
her face.

The first man to fuck her finished up and stepped back
and another took his place immediately. The men had
gathered around Kylie pretty tight and I couldn't see
if she was enjoying herself, but I was watching close
enough to make sure she wasn't being hurt.

After the third man had fucked her I sent Don in to
clean her up before the fourth man could put his cock
in her. They appreciated the clean pussy, but several
of them were really grossed out by what Don was doing.
I was watching though, and more of them thought it was
amusing than were grossed out. Most didn't give a cuckolds brownie,
as long as they got laid, they didn't give a cuckolds brownie about
anything.

It took less than an hour for the twelve of them to
finish with her. I made Don clean her up one last time
and then I let her put her dress on. She gulped down
what remained of her watered down take and I gave her
the cash I had collected to give to the manager.

She gave him the money on our way out and he smiled and
said, "Come back any time folks."

We walked outside and it the middle of a bright sunny
afternoon. It was kind of startling. I had the feeling
that it should be dark out after the last couple of
hours in the dark club and the even darker alcove.
Reality was bright and hot. It was just after three and
I suggested that we find somewhere nice to eat now that
the restaurants were open. It wouldn't be fair to ask
Kylie to cook supper after what she had just gone
through, and while I could cook well enough to survive,
I definitely cooked for the bachelor palate.

Don suggested a steak house that they liked back in
town. It would open at four, just about the time we
would get there from here. Kylie gave him a dirty look.
I guess she didn't want to go to one of her favorite
restaurants dressed in her slut dress, but it was early
enough that she wouldn't cause a stir.

As Don drove off toward town I asked Kylie how she was
holding up. She was slumped down in her seat with her
eyes closed. She looked at me and said, "That wasn't
quite what I had in mind. It had its moments though.
It's probably more like what my dad would have
imagined."

That gave me an opportunity to ask a couple of
questions that I had. I asked her if she was still
close to her parents and she nodded. Then I asked the
one I was really curious about. "Did your dad ever try
anything with you?"

She didn't answer at first. Then she said, "He never
tried to have sex with me. He wanted to. I could tell.
Hell, it was obvious. He had a hardon every time I got
within twenty feet of him. He never did anything that
couldn't be explained innocently though. He always had
his eyes on me. He liked to see me in the sexy outfits
that my lady bitched about. He took every opportunity
to look up my skirt or down my blouse. There are some
things that a guy just can't help. He always tried to
be a good man though, or at least he tried not to do
the things a man shouldn't do. I could always tell
that it was a struggle for him."

I asked, "Would you have preferred that he didn't try
so hard? You two seemed to have a lot of nasty little
fantasies in common."

"I thought about it," she said. "I could picture him as
that faceless man in my fantasies. I sometimes went out
of my way to make it hard on him. I would wear my robe
a little too loose after my shower, or a towel that
just barely covered my ass. Or I would leave my bedroom
door open an inch or two when I was getting dressed or
undressed. And god knows I hardly ever kept my knees
together when I was in the house. I really did ***
the poor guy. Doing it turned me on, too. The idea of
going farther than that with my dad though….no, I
couldn't have done that. That's much too creepy."


We were quiet for a while and then she noticed my lap.
She smiled and asked, "Is that left over from the strip
club, or does the idea of my man fucking me turn you
on?"

I chuckled and responded, "The idea of anyone fucking
you turns me on. I got the hardon from picturing you
teasing that poor man beyond human male endurance."

She giggled and said, "Yeah, I was a bitch alright."

She reached over and rested her hand on my cock and
then looked around to see where we were. She looked up
and asked, "Master, would you like me to take care of
this for you before we get to the restaurant?"

I don't know if I have mentioned this before, but I
never say no to a blowjob. I reached down and unbuckled
my belt and unzipped my pants and sat back while Kylie
removed her dress and got up on her hands and knees on
the back seat and devoured my cock in one gulp.

All of the practice she was getting lately was doing
wonders for her cocksucking s*******s. I leaned my head
back and closed my eyes and as she worked on my cock I
pictured her bent over that table in the strip club
with nearly every man in the place lined up to fuck
her. It was not exactly as she fantasized it, but it
was very much in the spirit of the fantasies in her
diaries.

I had enjoyed a lot of sex with this beautiful lady in
the last forty-eight hours. I don't have any idea how
many orgasms I had enjoyed over that period. There
isn't another forty-eight hour period in my life that I
could say that about. I still had trouble holding out
long enough to really enjoy what she was doing. The
sensations she brought to bear with her lips and her
tongue and her throat were amazing beyond description.

I was starting to lose it when I heard a horn honking
and I ended up cumming in Kylie's mouth just as a
pickup truck full of teenagers pulled up beside us and
a dozen kids of both sexes cheered us on.

After she swallowed she looked up and smiled and waived
at her admiring crowd and received another round of
cheers. They sped off and Kylie sat up and put her
dress back on and five minutes later we arrived at the
restaurant.

It was ten after four, the place opened at four. We
only saw two other couples inside. The hostess raised
an eye when she saw the way Kylie was dressed, but she
smiled and led us to a booth and I let Don and Kylie
sit together on the other side of the table.

I ordered a bottle of wine and we ordered appetizers
and sat talking quietly and acting like normal people.
Even though I had been in the Army with Don, and Kylie
prided herself on being uninformed, I found that I had
a lot more in common with Kylie than I did with Don. He
was still the mousy guy that was just a hanger on like
he had been in Germany. He did serve a purpose though,
and Kylie loved him for some reamister.

We spent nearly two hours at the restaurant. We really
had a good time. Don drove us back to his house and I
got my bag and drove back to my motel. I had a busy
week ahead.

I lay in bed for a long time that night, thinking about
the things that we had done, and making plans for
future torments for my poor sex slaves. I thought it
best that we slow it down a little though. This had
been a very intense weekend. It would be better if we
played this game one or two days a month. I didn't want
to actually live every day like this. There were a lot
of perversions that she had written about that I was
interested in experimenting with though. The games were
far from over. I just didn't want them to take over my
life.

I finally went to relax, wondering where her man
lived.

The End

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White Slavery


Dave kept driving the car as Monica blew her nose.
She'd been crying all day thinking about their
situation. She knew her and Dave had a lot going for
them in spite of their financial situation.

Monica was gorgeous. Her and Dave had been married for
three years. They planned on having youngren. They
bought a cozy little ranch home about two years ago.
Who would have thought that things would get this bad!

Monica had been working as a bank teller until the bank
merged. She was laid off from her job like several
hundred others. Dave worked at another bank as a loan
officer. Things got so bad that he was laid off when
their bank almost failed.

The two of them couldn't find anything decent except
Dave worked as a cashier down at a local grocery store.
Their savings was dwindling down to the last few
dollars and the mortgage was due again.

Everything they worked so hard to achieve was in
jeopardy. It was until last week.

That's when Dave was approached at the store where he
worked by a man he didn't know. He made Dave an offer.
Dave was so scared and upset he threatened to call the
police. The man calmed him down until he was able to
give David his sales pitch.

Dave and Monica's problems would be solved over night.
The man explained this wild idea which involved selling
his wife's services for a whole year. Dave couldn't
remember exactly what persuaded him to allow this man
to speak to Monica and him together but he did and the
deal was done.

Dave suddenly slammed on his breaks as Monica looked
over at him to see what was wrong. The dirt road they
were traveling on was dark. There wasn't a building for
miles except this tiny little sign on the side of the
road.

The white sign had the letters WWS printed on it. Dave
had no idea what that meant other than he was told to
watch for a white sign with those letters. He was to
follow the dirt drive back into the woods until he came
upon a guard shake.

The night was dark, there wasn't even a moon. All Dave
could see was a man shinning a flashlight for him to
stop. Dave showed the man the letter and he was
directed through a barbwire gate. He pulled up next to
a roll of cars and parked. There was a large pole
building a couple hundred feet from where they parked.

Monica busted out crying, "Honey, lets go I don't think
we should go through with this."

Dave leaned over as Monica cried on his shoulder. He
rubbed her back and hugged her tight. Somebody tapped
on the car window startling the couple. There was a man
standing outside motioning them to hurry up.

Dave opened the door and walked around taking his
wife's hand. The man waiting for them was wearing a
dark hood. He seemed polite as he directed the couple
to follow them to the pole building. The man knocked on
the steel door and it immediately opened. They followed
him inside.

There were several men standing around wearing hoods
just like the man that lead them in. One of the men
walked directly into Dave's face and said, "I need you
to follow me while we prepare your Mrs."

Dave looked a little confused and concerned as two of
the hooded men grabbed hold of his wife's arms and
started to take her away.

Monica twisted until she broke loose and ran to Dave
crying. He immediately took her into his arms as she
stood crying and held her tight.

"It's alright honey. I'll see you a little later on."

She was afraid even though they were well informed of
the procedures that would take place that night.
Everything just seemed so scary. Monica finally
regained enough of herself to be walked out of the room
as Dave was taken to another room.

The place wasn't much more than a barn with a few
makeshift rooms. Dave was taken into another room where
the man they called the Trader was waiting. There were
several men standing around while the Trader got ready
to speak.

"I'll have you taken out into the arena area in a few
minutes. As soon as the bidding starts on our first
cow, you will be seated at the back of the arena where
you can watch the progress for yourself and see that
I'm not going to cheat you out of any money.

Cow? What did he mean by calling Monica a cow?

Dave stood near the desk as he waited while the Trader
flipped through the contract.

"Everything seems to be in order. You'll be brought
back here where you'll be paid in full once your cow
has been sold."

"Excuse me sir but Monica isn't a cow. She's my wife
and I don't appreciate you degrading her like this."

The Trader just stopped what he was doing and starred
at Dave for a few seconds before he replied, "Wouldn't
you say that you're the one who is degrading your
precious Monica? You agreed to have her sold here
tonight didn't you?"

Dave stuttered and replied.
Well...Uh...Yes...But... Not like this... I mean, I was
told my wife wasn't going to be hurt."

"Nobody is going to get harmed here tonight, I can
assure you of that. We have our way of running our
business here. We have clients to expect the best
merchandise."

The Trader leaned forward adding. ""Do you think my
clients come here to see somebody get hurt? Why would
they want to pay top dollar for a cow that wasn't up to
our standards?"

Dave swallowed. "I guess I'm not use to hearing my wife
referred to as a cow."

The trader pointed his finger saying. "Get over it.
You're going to hear the auctioneer referring to all
the cows in that manor out in the arena."

The trader turned to one of the men. "You can take him
out there to wait now."

Two men approached Dave pointing to another door. Just
as Dave was about to leave the Trader spoke out, "I
think you will be very pleased with the selling price
your beautiful cow is going to bring tonight."

Dave was taken around the back of the building and
brought back in through another door. He could hear a
crowd of people inside as he was lead inside where he
could peek through a small doorway looking out into
what they called the arena.

Dave was so nervous he hardly noticed the other men
being held in the same area. Dave looked at them and
figured they were here for the same reamister. Nobody
spoke as they just stood waiting until somebody finally
came through the door and escorted them out into the
arena area.

The room was filled with people who were mostly all
seated in a typical auction fashion. Dave and the other
men were lead up onto a small bleacher section at the
back of the arena. There was just enough room for the
small group of men. Dave finally started to count them.
He thought he counted twenty.

Dave looked around at the audience seated in front of
him on metal chairs. There were all sorts of people.
White men, black men, Arabs in full dress and a few
women. They all looked wealthy and important.

Another hooded man approached them and spoke to the
group. "As soon as your cow is sold, you will be
escorted back to the Trader to complete your
transaction. Just sit tight, the auction is going to
begin soon."

Dave gulped and looked around at some of the other men.
The lights dimmed about five minutes later as a man
stood on a lighted stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen. We're going to start here in
just a minute. Make sure you have your bid paddles
where I can see them when you make a bid tonight. We'll
be bringing the cows in one at a time. Please look at
your auction guide where you'll find additional
information on the cows."

The auctioneer walked over to the center of the stage
as the lights got brighter and a curtain opened to the
rear of the stage. A petite blonde walked out wearing a
pink thigh high robe. She was wearing spike heels and
carefully walked out toward the auctioneer.

"That's my wife! That's my wife, Cindy!" Oh my God,
it's my wife!"

Dave turned to his right and looked at the man who
spoke. One of the hooded men walked over and told him
to quiet down. Dave hadn't noticed the large plasma
television screens hanging from the rafters until now.
They all lit up at once showing a close-up of the
blonde's face.

Dave turned to look at the man again and saw tears in
his eyes. He must be in shock seeing his wife up their
ready to be auctioned and sold to the highest bidder.

Dave turned to look at the screen nearest to them and
starred at the blondes face.

She looked frightened standing up there. Dave wondered
if she always looked so beautiful or did they make her
up to resemble a gorgeous actress. The auctioneer began
to speak, "Look here ladies and gentlemen. We have our
first fine specimen standing before us. This is a
petite natural blonde with green eyes. Let me point out
the long slim legs and thin ankles You male bidders can
imagine how those tiny little heels would feel like
digging into your back on a cold winter night."

"Oh my God!"

Dave looked at the man again when he spoke out again
hoping he wouldn't get himself in any kind of trouble.

"Let's have a little peek at what's under the robe."

The auctioneer helped the little blonde as she
unwrapped the belt on the robe letting it fall open
revealing her beautiful petite body for the crowd.
There were gasps and chanting as the auctioneer helped
her remove it completely and tossed it on the stage
floor. The camera's caught everything as the image
panned downward toward her pussy mound.

The camera zoomed in on a neatly trimmed patch of
blonde hair on her pussy mound. The auctioneer held her
hand while he pointed toward her pussy.

"As you can see ladies and gentlemen, she is a natural
blonde. Take particular note of her flat belly and the
way her gorgeous hips flare out. Let's turn you around
and have you bend over and put your hands on your knees
little one."

The tiny blonde housewife turned around until her ass
was facing the crowd as the auctioneer helped her bend
down as she touched her knees.

"Hold it right there for me please. Look here at this
gorgeous soft little ass ladies and gentlemen."

The auctioneer was rubbing the palm of his hand across
her ass cheeks than leaned down further pointing out
her pussy from behind. "Look at that puffy little slit
peeking out from under there. Doesn't that look
inviting?"

The camera got a splendid close-up of her gorgeous
pussy from behind. The auctioneer helped her straighten
back up and had her turn around to face the audience
again. He waived his hand across her nipples making
them poke out as hard as can be.

"Look at those beauties ladies and gentlemen. I bet you
can feel your lips and teeth teasing those wonderful
nipples right now... OK, ladies and gentlemen, who is
going to start the bed for this lovely creature?"

Dave saw bid paddles raising in the air everywhere.
There were auction helpers walking around ready to
point out the bidders to the auctioneer, "Who'll give
me a million, do I hear a million?"

The helpers we hollering out each time a bid was taken.
They were up to seven million.

"Look at this little beauty! She's worth much more than
that, folks."

The auctioneer raised her left hand and smiled as he
positioned her hand so the camera could get a nice shot
of her wedding rings.

He held back laughter as he said, "Look here ladies and
gentlemen. She's still wearing her wedding rings. She's
almost a virgin. Who'll give me ten million?"

There were bidders still raising their paddle for the
young housewife as he took their bids. He was somewhere
at fifteen million now.

"Come on ladies and gentlemen, certainly you have
plenty of good uses for this little blonde cow! Maybe
perhaps you might want to consider breeding her with
one of those fine young black bulls you have in your
stable?"

He kept taking bids as he held onto the blondes hand.
Dave turned to see her husband wiping tears from his
eyes as he watched his wife being sold.

"Do I hear twenty-three million anyone? This is the
last call ladies and gentlemen... Going once...
Twice..."

The auctioneer picked up a gavel and slapped it down
across his podium. "Sold for twenty-two million, five
hundred thousand to the gentlemen on the left!"

Dave gulped as he did the figures in his head. The
husband was going to be paid forty percent of the sale.
Wow... that's over eight million dollars! They're going
to be rich when this is all over!

Dave hardly paid any attention to the husband as he
watched the blonde being escorted back behind the
stage. One of the bidders helpers was walking a tall
black man around the side and up behind the stage. Dave
figured he must have been the winning bidder.

The crowd got a little loud with all the whispers going
back and forth while two hooded men walked over to the
blonde's husband. "You can come with us now sir."

Dave watched him wipe another tear from his face as he
stood and carefully walked down the bleachers with the
two hooded men. They took him out the back as Dave
focused on the lighted stage again.

Dave's hear began to race wondering if his wife were to
be next. The crowd gasped as a tall buxom redhead
walked out onto the stage next. Dave felt a little
relieved knowing Monica wasn't going to be sold next.

The camera took a good close-up of her smiling face.
You could certainly see that she was wearing a lot of
makeup as well and was trying her best to keep smiling.
She just looked like she would start crying at any
second as the auctioneer took hold of her left hand.
The auctioneer leaned over and whispered into her ear
and she shook her head.

Dave heard a man down at the end of the roll say, Sue!
He looked over and saw a middle aged man covering his
mouth with his hand. His eyes were tearing up as he
starred straight forward. Dave thought to himself that
it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out which
wife belonged to which husband seated with him.

The tall redhead was wearing the same kind of pink robe
as the blonde. Dave figured it was something they were
all probably wearing. She wore spike high heels as well
and looked like a goddess standing out there as she
faced the audience.

"Isn't she just a beauty ladies and gentlemen? Just
look at this natural long red hair. Makes you wonder if
she's that hot in bed!"

There were laughs coming from the crown of people as
the auctioneer helped the redhead remove her robe. The
robe fell to the floor revealing her gorgeous buxom
figure. She had one of the nicest large pair of breasts
that Dave had saw in a while.

The auctioneer didn't waste anytime running the palm of
his hand across her nipples making them stick out as
hard as little stones.

"Don't you think these are gorgeous ladies and
gentlemen? I have to tell you up front that this
gorgeous creature has given birth to two healthy
siblings already. You can see the slight bulge of her
belly but still a fine specimen."

The auctioneer actually reached out and held one of her
large breasts in his hand and said, "These are
wonderful and I think she could breast feed a lot more
with these babies." He leaned over and asked the
redhead, "Did you breast feed your youngren my dear?"

She nodded her head up and down that she did. He kept
kneading her boob as he smiled at the audience than
cleared his throat and finally let go

"I could do that all evening folks."

Everyone laughed as he had the redhead turn around and
touch her knees like he did with the petite little
blonde.

"Look at this plump-round succulent looking ass ladies
and gentlemen. It's certainly a magnet for those
handsome black bulls you have in your stable. There is
nothing those black bulls love more than a perfect
white plump ass like this one ladies and gentlemen."

The camera got really close showing her pussy slit as
the auctioneer helped spread apart her ass cheeks than
gave her a playful slap before having her turn back
around to face the crowd.

He smiled at the redhead saying, "I apologize for the
little slap my dear. It's just that your ass is so
attractive and inviting."

He raised her left hand and smiled at the crowd as he
held it up for the camera. The camera zoomed in to see
that her wedding rings were already removed. Dave
looked over at the husband and noticed he was holding
onto them in his fingers as he starred up at the stage.

"Isn't that wonderful, ladies and gentlemen. She's
already removed her wedding rings for her new owner."

There were chuckles coming from the crowd as the
auctioneer began, "Alright ladies and gentlemen, who
will start me off at a million? Do I hear a million
from anyone?"

Hands were raising and the auctioneer kept going up. He
was a ten million now and they were still going strong.

"She's worth much more folks, just look at those
breasts again and tell me what you think? Will somebody
give me fifteen?"

Dave was surprised that the bidding was going higher
for the redhead than for what the petite blonde sold
for a few minutes ago.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have twenty-three million
dollars now do I head twenty four?"

Dave saw somebody in the back row raise there paddle
and the auctioneer yelled out again trying to get
twenty-five.

"Let's try this one more time folks, do I hear twenty-
six anywhere? Come on folks, this is the last call for
twenty-six million!"

It looked like the bidding was done for a moment when a
large black man in the back row raised his paddle in
just the nick of time as the auctioneer said."

"Thank you very much sir, do I hear anyone else in at
twenty-six, five?"

Everyone got quiet as the auctioneer did his last call.

"I have twenty-six million... Going once... Twice...
Sold to the gentlemen in the back row for twenty six
million dollars."

Dave watched as the redhead was escorted off the stage
and the two hooded men came and got the husband. Dave
looked over at the man seated next to him and finally
spoke to him, "I wonder why she went for more than the
pretty little blonde?"

The man leaned toward Dave whispering back, "I would
imagine because she hand a nice wide ass on her, you
know those black men love those big asses on a white
woman don't you?"

Dave nodded his head. "I suppose your right, I always
noticed that myself."

Dave began wondering about Monica since she had a nice
round ass herself. She wasn't fat by any means but she
had what many guys would consider a healthy looking
fine body.

Dave sat and watched as they brought out another
blonde. She started to cry before they got her sold but
the auctioneer gave her tissue and a hug until she was
able to smile again. There were two women who rushed
out on stage and touched up her makeup before the
auctioneer started the sale.

She didn't fetch as much as the first two wives and
only sold for fifteen million. It was probably because
she cried and perhaps the bidders felt that would cause
a problem down the road somewhere. Dave found himself
crossing his fingers hoping Monica wouldn't start
crying out there.

Dave knew it was an awful thought but if she was going
to be sold for millions tonight that it might as well
be for a hefty chunk of money.

That blonde was followed by another blonde than a
redhead with short hair and a petite body. They all
fetched over twenty million dollars. Dave watched the
stage and his heart sank as his beloved wife walked out
onto the stage smiling at the auctioneer like she was
Vienna White hosting jeopardy.

She strutted out and he took her hand and turned and
smiled at the audience. The camera panned in taking a
nice shot of Monica's smile. She looked so beautiful
made up like a model. Dave never saw her look so
beautiful like this before. The auctioneer helped
Monica remove her pink robe and everyone gasped as her
gorgeous body was revealed.
"Isn't she just gorgeous, ladies and gentlemen? Just
look at those large breasts and flat tummy."

The camera panned downward and focused on her neatly
shaven pussy. Dave knew Monica wasn't shaven when they
came here.

"Take a good look at that pretty smooth pussy mound,
folks. Our staff just shaved it for your pleasure this
evening."

That answered Dave's thoughts. The auctioneer held
Monica's hand while he spun her around. She was doing
rather well in those high heels they put on her. Her
legs looked a mile long in them. She bent down as the
audience gasped once her perfect round ass was in full
view.

"Just look at this fine white ass folks, have you ever
seen such a finer specimen like this one?"

Monica was almost touching her ankles so there was no
need for the auctioneer to spread her cheeks apart. Her
pouting pussy lips were in plan view as the camera
panned in for a nice shot. The auctioneer helped Monica
straighten up and turned her around flicking her
nipples with his hands. "Just look at these folks, they
remind me of rip red cherries."

He squeezed on breast in his hand showing the audience
that they were real and not silicone.

"They are one hundred percent natural, folks. She's
never been breed before and almost a virgin."

He kind of laughed to himself and made a gesture like
Monica wouldn't hear him and leaned away and forward
saying, "Our staff says her husband is only four inches
long! How is that for an almost virgin cow...Huh?

The place filled with laughter. Dave's face got red as
a beet as the other husband's starred at him.

"Yes folks, this is our only natural brunette for the
sale this evening and perhaps the finest looking bitch
of them all. Just imagine if you may how your black
bulls are going to droll over this young fine
specimen."

The auctioneer held up her left hand as the camera
panned in for a close shot of her fingers, "Look here
folks, she already removed her wedding rings for her
new owner."

He pointed out her ring finger saying. "You can see her
rings were recently removed by the slight tan mark on
her finger."

The auctioneer lowered her hand but still held onto her
as he started the bidding. "Let's get started for this
attractive brunette and give me the first bid of two
million dollars!"

Dave was surprised, he always started with one million
but there were hands raised everywhere as the
auctioneer kept asking for higher bids. They were up to
eighteen million now and there were still hands being
raised to bid on Monica.

Dave had tingles everywhere as the bidding reached
twenty-nine million dollars. One of the helpers was
waiving his hand from the seats until he got the
auctioneers attention. The auctioneer waived for him to
come forward where they whispered for almost two
minutes.

Dave had no idea what was wrong or what maybe going on
as Monica stood naked waiting to be sold. They finally
broke up their little meeting as the auctioneer cleared
his throat and addressed the crowd.

"I have a special request by a bidder this evening,
folks. Thos of you that have been to our auctions in
the past know that we sometimes get requests to sell
the husband along with the cow. We have one of those
requests here tonight that would like to purchase them
both."

Dave's eyes widened by this time as the other husband's
turned to stare at him.

"Will somebody bring up the young fellow up to the
stage for me please."

Dave almost had a heart attack right than and there as
the two hooding men motioned for him to stand up. Dave
stood and worked his way down the bleachers as the two
big men held onto his arms as they walked him up to the
stage.

They kept hold of his arms about twenty feet from
Monica as the auctioneer waited than turned toward the
crowd again and continued, "Here we are, folks. The
husband!"

Everyone laughed loud and Dave felt like crawling under
the stage if he could.

"I hope this doesn't discourage any of you from bidding
on this fine looking specimen. We're going to start the
bidding right where we left off. You have a choice of
taking the husband with the cow or opting out on him."

Dave was standing just slights to the left and behind
of Monica. She never turned her head to even look at
him once as the auctioneer started the bidding again.
He got a faint sniff of Monica's perfume from his spot.
It was driving him insane.

"I have thirty million dollars, folks. Who'll give me
thirty-one?"

Dave just stood there and closed his eyes until the
bidding was all over and done.

"I have thirty-five million... Going Once... Twice...
Sold to the man in the back row."

The two men held Dave until Monica was escorted off the
stage. Dave was taken out the side door and lead up to
the office. He was taken to the Traders office where he
was waiting for Dave.

"It looks like you earned a lot of money tonight my
friend. I have here, fourteen million dollars. It looks
like the bidder bought you along with your cow tonight.
I'm holding onto your money until you have fulfilled
your obligation with the bidder. You will be paid in
cash at the time of your release."

Dave just starred at him not knowing what he should do
next.

"I'm giving you forty-eight hours to get your business
together and report to the international airport
terminal at three in the afternoon on Monday. You'll be
met there by a permister that will give you a plane ticket
where you will meet up with your new owner."

Dave stuttered saying, "C-can I speak to my wife before
I leave tonight?"

The Trader just starred at Dave for a second than
opened a drawer and took out a white envelope
containing Monica's wedding rings.

"You better take these and put them in a safe place for
now and we expect you to be at the airport at three
sharp."

Dave never got an answer to his question about speaking
to Monica as the two men escorted him out of the office
and into the parking area. Dave felt so empty hearted
as he turned the key starting the car. He looked over
at the empty seat wondering if they made a wise choice.

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White Slaves of Eban


Chapter 1: The arrival
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Katie nervously gazed out the window as she clinched
her husband's hand. He felt the perspiration on her
fingers as the small private jet came to a stop. They
heard the door being opened and the sound of the
engines cutting off as Katie squeezed his hand tighter
with each counting second.

Jeff tried to comfort her. "It's alright darling. We're
here now."

"Jeff, I'm afraid. Can't we just tell them we changed
our minds?"

Before Jeff could reply, a tall skinny black man
appeared in the doorway of the plane and motioned for
them to get up and follow him.

Jeff stood up first still holding onto his wife's hand
as he helped her to her feet. He led her to the doorway
and followed the tall black man down the short flight
of steps.

It was daylight. The sun shinned brightly in the sky as
they walked down the steps and looked around at their
surroundings. They still wore their winter coats. It
was snowing when they arrived at the small private
airport in their small rural northern Michigan town.

The Island they were on was absolutely stunning. The
tropical foliage was in bloom. The temperature was in
the eighties. Jeff could see the resort just across the
runway and quickly pointed it out to his wife.

"You see honey. It looks like everything they said it
would."

Katie didn't appear to be so convinced yet. They stood
looking around while another black man walked up to
them.

"You must be Mr. & Mrs. Hopkins I presume?"

Katie shook her head as she replied, "Yes. That's us."

His attention seemed a little more focused on Katie as
he gave her the once over from head to toe than starred
over at Jeff for an instant.

"Both of you follow me this way."

Katie took hold of her husband's hand. They seemed so
out of place still wearing those winter coats. They
walked along a narrow path. Jeff couldn't help notice
all the men working in the flower beds and trimming
shrubs.

He also took note that they were all white and a good
looking bunch of men. They stopped and starred at the
couple as they walked past them. Jeff smiled at a few
of them but they only turned their heads down to the
ground when they passed them by.

They were getting closer to the main building. The
black man seemed to be taking them around a side
entrance. It was a service entrance. Jeff shook Katie's
hand as they walked past a pool.

There were black men lounging around. Jeff noticed
scantly clad blonde serving cocktails to a couple of
black men. She looked like something from a pinup
calendar. Jeff seen high heels and what looked like a
corset with a garter attached with black stockings.

The finally entered the building through a service
door. They saw two white men wheeling a cart with
freshly cut fruit and vegetables walk by. Katie held
onto Jeff's hand as they walked down a hallway.

Just before they were about to turn a corner, Katie
pointed out an old fashion looking shoe shin area. Jeff
walked a little slower as he starred at the three black
men seating in the chairs. They were being serviced by
three white men. One of the black men was smoking a
cigar and reading a paper.

They finally arrived at a doorway marked humane
resources. The man knocked than slowly opened the door
and peered inside.

He was speaking to someone inside the room. "I have Mr.
& Mrs. Hopkins for you."

The black guy turned and said, "This is where you'll be
processed. They'll make sure all your needs are taken
care of here."

Katie walked past the man thanking him as she walked
into the room. Jeff just starred than followed Katie
inside the doorway. Jeff saw a beautiful black woman
standing up from her desk.

"Please come in. Why don't you take off those heavy
coats?"

Jeff helped his wife with her coat as the woman walked
over to meet them.

"Let me take those for you. I'll be putting them in
storage along with your other permisteral belongings
during your employment with us here at Eban."

Jeff handed her their coats and she paused just before
she was about to turn away and extended her hand out to
Katie first and said, "I'm Paula. I'll be the permister
assigned to you both during your stay here on the
Island."

Jeff watched Paula sit the coats down and walk around
her desk. She pointed to the two chairs in front of her
desk.

"Please take a seat and we'll get started checking you
in."

Katie sat down first. Jeff waited as he saw Paula
opening a folder with a stack of papers.

"I see here you signed up for three years. That's not
unusual. It's a very good choice I try to recommend it
to all of our employees."

Paula started shuffling through the papers and glanced
up at Jeff and Katie as they waited patiently.

"You're both going to do very well with this plan.
We'll be investing your money during your stay. You
should have quiet a large sum when you're ready to
leave us."

Jeff and Katie watched as Paula started using a
calculator. Paul looked up and smiled at them smiling.

"You're going to have in the neighborhood of four
million dollars at the end of your employment with us."

Katie looked over at her husband and reached out for
his hand and smiled when she heard the news.

"I see here you folks pretty much have everything
signed and in order."

Jeff nodded his head and said, "They had us complete
all the forms when we signed up last month."

Paula smiled as she flipped through a few pages of the
folder. She started writing than looked up at the
couple saying.

"Could you please put all of your permisteral items on the
desk here for me? That includes your purse, wallet,
jewelry, cell phones or any other permisteral item you may
have with you today."

Katie looked over at her husband as she started taking
off her necklace than her earrings. Jeff put his wallet
on the desk than emptied his pockets. Jeff wiggled his
wedding band off his finger and looked over at his
wife. Katie put her purse on the desk and all that
remained for her was her engagement ring and wedding
band. She was holding her right hand on those rings and
finally started to wiggle them off.

Paula slid their permisteral items across her desk and put
them in a small plastic box. She smiled up at the
couple as she closed the lid.

"Your things will be safely locked in our vault."

Paula put the box on a little table behind her and
turned around and laid out a new set of forms. She slid
them toward the edge of the desk.

"I'm going to have you both read the front portion of
these documents and then I'll ask you to sign all four
copies for me."

Katie and Jeff started to read them. Katie almost
chocked up and started to shake her head as she looked
up at Paula.

"We don't want a divorce! We can't sign these papers!"

Jeff finished reading and looked over at his wife and
took hold of her hand as he looked pleadingly at Paula
for an explanation.

"Mr. & Mrs. Hopkins, I can assure you that this is
strictly for legal purposes only. We require our entire
staff here to follow through with this process."

Paula smiled and looked pleadingly at the couple.

"There are many legal reamisters why we require you to
file for a divorce. I can assure you that it will help
you drastically tax wise once you're paid in full at
the end of your employment here."

Katie read over one of the paragraphs again with tears
in her eyes. She was holding hands with her husband as
he stroked her fingers with his thumb.

"It says here it's a no-fault divorce."

Paula smiled as she said, "That's right Mrs. Hopkins.
It's a very simple process. You are both free to
remarry as soon as your time with us is up. Our legal
advisers can help you both at that time how to setup
your money so you don't have to pay a large sum of
taxes."

Katie looked over at her husband. She wiped her eyes as
he picked up a pen.

"It's only during our employment here. We'll remarry
the day we leave here."

Jeff let go of his wife's hand so he could sign the
documents. Katie started to cry as she watched her
husband put his name on the first page. Paula slipped a
box of tissue across the table as Jeff signed the last
page.

Jeff slid the papers across to his wife and she picked
up the ink pen. She was still wiping her eyes as she
signed the first page.

"I can assure you that your three years employment will
fly by fast. You soon be living a life of luxury when
this is all over."

Katie started to cry hard again as she finished signing
the documents. Paula slid them across the desk and put
them in a folder.

"You'll be asked to sign these again once the divorce
has been finalized."

Jeff slid his chair next to his wife as they hugged.
Katie was crying on his shoulder as Paula stood up.

"I'm going to take you next door to see our doctor, Mr.
Hopkins. I'll be measuring Katie so we can have her
fitted for her wardrobe."

Paula pushed a button which must have alerted the
doctor. The door opened a few seconds later and a tall
thin black man appeared.

"This is Dr. Reynolds. He'll be giving you an exam
today."

Jeff walked over to the doctor. They shook hands.

"Come right this way so we can get started."

Jeff looked back and saw his wife standing up and
hugging Paula as he walked through the door into the
doctor's office.

"Alright Mr. Hopkins, just take your things off and sit
on the table there for me and we'll get started."

Jeff striped down naked. He waited while the doctor
wrote on his pad. He took Jeff's pulse than listened to
his heart and lungs. He watched as the doctor put on a
pair of rubber gloves and had him stand up.

The doctor touched his testicles and cock. He had Jeff
bend over and spread his cheeks.

"Are you taking any medication or allergic to any known
haves?"

"No."

"Have you had any problems with erectile dysfunction in
the past?"

"No."

The doctor started to prepare a needle. He had Jeff
lean over while he poked him in the buttocks with it.
He repeated with two more shots.

"Please stand on the scale for me and we'll get your
weight Mr. Hopkins."

Jeff weighed one hundred and sixty pounds. He waited
while the doctor wrote it down.

"Just sit back down on the table for me again."

The doctor handed Jeff two small jars. "I want you to
give me a urine sample in one and I will need you to
ejaculate into the other for me."

Jeff looked at the doctor a little surprised. The
doctor was writing on the pad again than looked up at
Jeff and said, "I need you get ejaculate as quickly as
possible. I have you a relaxant that might make it
difficult for you to obtain an erection soon."

Jeff looked nervous as the doctor walked toward the
door.

"I'm going to check up on Katie right now while you
work on those samples for me."

Jeff watched as the doctor left the room. He started to
play with his cock. He stroked it slowly. He began
fantasizing so he would make himself cum faster. It
took him several minutes until he finally made himself
cum.

He put that jar on a counter and started to pee in the
other jar. He sat back down and waited. The doctor
entered the room a few minutes later. He handed Jeff a
hospital gown.

"Put this on until they fit you for your uniforms."

Jeff slipped on the gown as the doctor opened the door
and smiled. He shook Jeff's hand.

"You can go and see Paula now. I'll be doing a follow
up in three days to see how you're coming along."

Katie was standing in the corner of the room being
attended by Paula and another black woman. Kat had
changed. She was wearing high heels, black stockings
that were attached to a stain blue garter belt.

Paula turned and smiled at Jeff. "I'll be with you in a
moment. Just take a seat while I work with Katie."

Jeff took a seat as he was told and watched as the
women worked with his wife. As far as he was concerned
she was still his wife. They were trying on a bra now.
Jeff watched as the women smiled and made comments.

It was a half cup bra that only held up Katie's large
boobs. Katie was well endowed. She had nice wide hips
with a full round ass and long tapering legs. Jeff
thought she resemred a pinup girl in that outfit.

The women were adjusting the bra and pushing on Katie's
boobs until it fit nice and snug. Katie's log amber
colored hair cascaded down over her shoulders. Paula
walked over to Jeff smiling.

"I called one of our attendants to come and get you Mr.
Hopkins. We'll be working on Katie for a while so maybe
you should take a few moments and say goodbye to her
before he arrives."

Jeff looked a little surprised. "When will I be able to
see my wife again?"

Paula smiled as Jeff walked toward Katie. "We'll make
arrangements for you two to have time together."

Katie reached out to hug her husband as Jeff kissed her
cheek. Her heels must have been five or six inches
long. She was taller than him wearing them. He gave her
a passionate kiss as the door opened.

"Bobby is here to take you to your dorm now."

Jeff turned and saw a bald guy waiting near the doorway
for him.

"I'll see you a little later honey."

Katie smiled as she gave Jeff another kiss. "I love
you!"

"I love you too."

Paula walked toward the door with Jeff. "Bobby here
will explain all our rules and show you around. You're
probably hungry as well so he'll make sure you eat a
hearty lunch."

Bobby extended his arm out to shake Jeff's hand. "It's
a real pleasure to meet you Jeff."

Jeff smiled at the man. "I'm pleased to meet you as
well."

Paula put her hand on Bobby's shoulder. "Make sure you
explain all the rules to Jeff. Get him fitted with his
wardrobe. Make sure he has all his permisteral hygiene
needs."

Jeff turned back one more time and looked at Katie but
she had her back turned as the other woman worked on
her clothing. Jeff turned and walked out the door with
Bobby.

Bobby smiled as he looked down at Jeff's bare feet. "We
better stop off and get you a few things to wear
first."

Bobby took Jeff down the hallway toward a supply area.
He pressed a code on a pad and the door unlocked.

"I'm one of the few people that they allow into the
supply area. Let's get you everything you need before
we stop off at the kitchen."

Jeff was given half a dozed pair of silk pants and
short sleeve shirts that matched what Bobby was
wearing.

Bobby laughed. "We all look alike to them once we're
dressed in these monkey suits."

It didn't take very long for Jeff to dress. They were
only required to wear the customary silk pants and
cuckolds brownie. No undergarments were allowed. Their shoes were
matching as well. They were simple moccasins which
could be easily slipped off.

"Did you get your shots today?"

"He poked me with three of them soon after we got in
his office."

Bobby half laughed as he replied, "Those bastards like
to make sure they get that out of the way before
anything else."

"What did they give me anyway?"

Bobby chuckled and turned toward Jeff. "I'm not a
chemist but those shots are packed full of haves that
make you impotent."

Jeff had a concerned look on his face as Bobby added.
"You'll be limp as a dead fish from now on my friend.
It kind of takes away your desire for sex too."

"Why are they doing this to us?"

Bobby laughed. "You got to be kidding, right?"

Bobby stopped in his tracks and looked Jeff in his eyes
and said, "There are over seven hundred white couples
working here on the Island. They don't want seven
hundred horny white guys competing for their women!"

"What about sex with my wife?"

Bobby gave him a strange look than replied, "It's not
going to happen at least as far as you are concerned."

"I don't understand, Bobby? Katie isn't going to allow
that to happen!"

Bobby chuckled again as he replied, "They'll keep Katie
doped up for a period of time while they train her.
She'll be a completely different woman by the time they
make her available to their guests."

"I'm afraid I don't understand any of this, Bobby.
What's going on here and why didn't they tell us this
before we signed on to work in this place?"

"Do you think they would get any takers if they knew
the truth about the place?"

Bobby helped Jeff fill a couple paper sacks with
clothing and permisteral hygiene products. They walked
down to the servant's kitchen and had a quick lunch.
Jeff couldn't help but notice the place was full of
white men. There wasn't one woman around to be found
anywhere.

They sat down at a table and started to eat. Jeff got
curious and asked. "Why aren't there any women eating
in here?"

"They prepare food for them here but they eat on the
other side of the complex. They sometimes eat with the
guests if they are invited."

Bobby added. "They go to great lengths to keep us away
from the white women on this Island."

"How long have you been working here Bobby?"

"This is my seventh year. I signed on for three and
extended it twice now. I hope to have about twenty
million in savings when I'm ready to retire from this
hole."

"What about you and your wife? Do you see her often?"

Bobby sighed. "I just saw her this morning as a matter
of fact. It's not like we had a life together for any
given time these past few years. They allow visits
three or four times a year. I just might walk out of
here a single man when it's all over."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Jeff took a few bits of his food and asked. "What
happened between the two of you to make you think
you're not going to remarry?"

"It's a long story. Just to give you an idea in a
nutshell. They only allow you about eight hours
together every few months. It's not enough time for us
to even get reacquainted again. I couldn't satisfy her
sexually if I tried and believe me I tried."

Bobby chuckled as he continued to speak. "Joan put her
heart into trying to get me hard at first. I had to
resort to satisfying her using my tongue."

Bobby tried making a joke out of the situation as he
stuck his tongue out and wiggled it around.

"Things started changing a couple years ago when I saw
her wearing one of those damn ankle bracelets."

"What does an ankle bracelet have to do with anything
between you and your wife?"

Bobby quickly corrected Jeff. "You mean my ex-wife."

"I'm sorry Bobby."

Bobby hesitated for a few moments as he starred ahead
at nothing. "I think it might be a good idea if we wait
for another time to talk about those bracelets my
friend. You have a lot of things on your plate to
handle as it is now."

Jeff kept eating as he listened to Bobby.

"I saw your wife and she has long auburn hair with nice
curves I might add."

"Thank you Bobby. I think my wife is gorgeous. We have
a great relationship. We hoped that by working here for
the next three years will give us the financial break
we needed. We both can't wait until this is all over
and we can retire early."

Bobby just starred at Jeff for a moment. "I wish things
worked out that well for my wife and me."

"How come you don't you just ask her what's going on?"

"It's not that easy Bobby. We're not allowed to speak
to any white woman for any purpose. That's one of the
rules here. You are not even allowed to smile or make
eye contact with any of them. That includes your soon
to be ex-wife! That's one of the very important rules
your going to have to remember my friend."

"This is crazy! Why didn't they tell us this at the
beginning?"

Bobby smiled. Remember what I told you about getting
any takers?"

"Katie isn't going to be that way with me."

Bobby chuckled. "Don't be surprised my friend. They
have been taught not to make any eye contact with the
eunuchs'.

Jeff laughed. "You got to be kidding me? What's this
about eunuchs'?"

Bobby laughed out loud. "That's they way their clients
are told to address us. Should I remind you that I
haven't had an erection since the first week I arrived
here?"

Jeff put his hand down between his legs and looked
worried.

Bobby smiled at Jeff when he realized what he'd just
done. "It doesn't feel hard does it my friend?"

"Do these people really call us eunuchs'?"

Bobby leaned over the table and spoke in a lower voice.
"They even forbid the white women from calling us
anything but eunuchs'!"

Jeff leaned back in his chair. He looked extremely
upset. His eyes lifted and starred at Bobby for a
moment. Maybe just to change the subject but he asked.

"I noticed you have your head shaved like these other
fellow's I see working in the kitchen. Is it a trend or
something here with the men?"

Bobby started to laugh out loud as he picked up a
bottle out of a bag of hygiene products they picked up
in the supply room.

"I wish that statement was true my friend. This is hair
remover. I picked up a bottle for you. One of the rules
here is that the eunuchs' have to be completely
shaven."

Bobby smiled as he pointed at Jeff. "That's us."

This was yet another shocking detail that Jeff had to
take in at the moment. Bobby leaned forward rubbing his
finger above his eyebrow.

"Didn't you notice my eyebrows are even gone? They
don't want any body hair on us at all!"

Jeff had his mouth stuck open as Bobby added. "It's
just another way for them to make us less appealing to
the women."

"Wait to Katie finds out about this. She isn't going to
recognize me without any hair."

"There is a very good chance that Katie wouldn't ever
recognize you if you crossed paths at the resort
anyway. You see, they make all of us men wear these
stupid face masks when we're in the public area."

Bobby started to chuckle as he added. "We all look like
the lone ranger without a hat or hair or a horse!"

"What if I see Katie, Bobby? Is it alright to say hello
to her or waive or something?"

Bobby just shook his head back and forth at first then
replied, "I'm sorry but it's not allowed!"

"How would anyone know if I did Bobby? How are they
going to find out?"

"You can't take that chance."

"What do they do, beat us or something?"

Bobby laughed again before he replied. "I might as well
tell you this right now Jeff. Me or anyone else could
turn you in and collect a thousand dollar bonus just
for informing them."

"You're kidding me right?"

"That's how they keep this place in such good working
order. If you get caught they kick you out. You go home
without most of your money."

Jeff sat thinking for a moment. "They police everyone
based on money?"

"That's right my friend. There have been several men
caught recently and kicked off the resort. If you don't
want to lose the opportunity to become rich than don't
screw things up!"

Jeff finished eating as Bobby stood up and said, "Why
don't we walk over and get you situated in your living
quarters?"

Jeff got his first look at the dorm buildings. There
were several buildings nestled back in the rear of the
complex. It was completely secluded from the main
resort area.

Jeff's room was on the third floor of one of the
buildings. Everyone had a private room which consisted
of a small ten by eleven foot room with an attached
bathroom. The kitchen was located on the first floor
along with a general seating area where televisions
were provided.

Jeff met a few of the men. He had a difficult time
remembering their names with faces considering they
were all bald. Bobby excused himself to allow Jeff time
to rest and do necessary things like removing his body
hair.

Bobby had to work that night so Jeff laid in bed
starring at the moon light until he feel arelax.

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Whoring: My Hos And A Bitch


It was fairly easy to notice that Mrs. Graham, our high
school senior teacher, was constantly looking at the
black boys crotches in class. The only problem was she
finally looked at the wrong one. Mine.

I stayed after the other kids left class that evening
to test my theory. She didn't notice as I watched her
cleaning the blackboard. Her large hips swayed with
each rub across the board. Her dress was fairly low cut
for a lady in her mid 40s but her legs were nicely
firm. She turned around and saw me still sitting at my
desk.

"Jim. It's time to go home," she said, ignoring me and
then taking a seat at her desk to go over the day's
papers.

I got up and walked around the desk. Turning around
toward her, I unzipped my pants and pulled my penis out
exposing the hard on I had all day of dreaming of her
sucking on my rod. At first, she turned around and
stared at it for a moment. Her face was flushed and for
a moment, I thought maybe I had guessed wrong.

"Please put your thing back in your pants young man and
I won’t tell anyone that this happened," she murmured.
I could hear her breathing hard and knew by the look on
her face, she wanted it. I move closer to her till it
was within a foot.

"Listen, you shouldn't be doing such things..."

"Shut up teach," I commanded. "Get on your knees and
suck it before I give it to one of the school's girls
and you miss your chance."

Her face was flushed and I knew she was being torn
between her husband and my cock. I pressed her harder.

"Get on your knees ho and suck it unless you want me to
spank your big ass down the hall." I yelled.

She slid off her chair on her knees to the floor. The
flush on her face was replaced by lust as I grabbed the
back of her head by her hair and shoved her face
forward. Her mouth opened as my cock quickly filled
inside. I knew I didn't need to hold her head any
longer as her mouth was slurping and sucking my cock
firmly embedded inside. She was bobbling up and down on
it milking it for all it was worth as I notice her hand
descend down between her legs beneath her dress. I
quickly pushed her back as she fell back on the floor
in surprise.

"Put your legs up over your head and pulled your
panties up to your ankles," I demanded looking at her
startled face. I expected some resistance but instead I
watched her lift her legs up over her head and then
grabbing the hem of her pink panties pulled them up her
legs to her ankles. Her large white ass and pussy was
exposed for whatever I desired at that moment.

"You have been a naughty ho looking at boy's cocks in
class, I looked down on her. Raise those legs higher.
I'm going to have to spank that white ass of yours ho."
I warned her.

Surprisingly, she lifted her legs back almost to her
head as I walked over to the chalkboard and pick up the
pointer laying there. I enjoyed the look of fear on her
face as I walked back and stood over her. Raising the
pointer, I brought it down hard across both ass cheeks.

"Are you my ho?" I demanded.

"Yes master," she replied gasping for breath.

I brought it down again.

"Tell me you're my ho and that you want your pussy
fucked," I demanded.

"Please master, fuck my pussy," she whimpered as the
next blow descended between her massive globes striking
her neither hole. Her cunt was glistering from the
wetness and I knew she was craving this. I brought the
pointer down again and again till I reach the final
tenth stoke. Her ass was crisscross fairly well and she
was crying but maintaining her position. I was gloating
in my power over the elderly lady.

"Bet you want to lick my ass, don't you ho?" I asked.

"Yes master," she replied as I lowered my pants all the
way to the floor and stepped out of them. I grabbed her
panties around her ankles to maintain a tight grip on
them and to keep her legs pinned up high. Slowly I
descended my butt down on her face till I felt her
tongue on my anus. She was working it around the bud
and up and down my crack. I reached down with my other
hand and slapped her ass cheek.

"Get your tongue in my ass ho," I demanded.

I felt her tongue start working its way inside and then
entering the tight hole. Once inside she started
fucking my asshole with it like she had a little cock
in her mouth. I was moaning in delight at her tongue
work and my cock was stroking to get into her wet cunt.

I was just about to get up and drive it up her cunt
when I looked up to see Mrs. Jennings, the school
secretary, in the doorway. She was just standing there
with her dress strung up around her waist and her
panties down to her knees stroking her cunt. She must
have been watching me spanking the teach.

At first, I started to panic but the look on her face
proved right off the bat she was as much a slut as the
teacher I was sitting on.

"What's your problem Ho?" I asked. "Get your fucking
clothes off and come here now. I was gambling that she
was too horny to resist."

I was right.

She quickly peeled her dress over her head and removed
her bra and panties. Teacher down below was in panic
knowing someone else was in the room but not knowing
who. She was struggling to get free but the weight of
my ass on her face and my grip on her panties had her
pinned down below. I noticed Mrs. Jennings had a
younger body and more developed. When she came over, I
made her get on her knees in front of me and demanded
she put her head between teacher legs and sucked my
cock. She readily obliged as it was leaking all over
the teacher dress top. I let her suck on it for a
moment and then grabbing her hair powerd her head back
under protest to teacher cunt.

"Lick the ho's cunt and make it ready for my cock," I
demanded.

I had to power her head hard down as she tried to avoid
the inevitable but with little success as her nose was
buried inside. I could hear teacher moan and knew her
tongue must have started working her clit. Two hoes in
one day were better than I could ever imagine.

I climbed off teacher face expecting to see one of them
resisting and trying to get away but they remained
fixed. Mrs. Jennings was really going at teacher clit
and she was glowing with delight holding her legs up. I
went behind the secretary and slapped her ass several
times demanding she hurry up as she wiggled her butt
hoping to get more.

Grabbing her ass cheek, I demanded the secretary to get
up and go sit on my ho face while I fuck her. She
didn't hesitate for a moment as she quickly got up and
got in the position I had been in earlier.

I admired the teacher cunt being so loose for only a
second before driving my cock deep inside. Revenge was
mine, I thought as I started pushing it in and out her
loose hole. Grabbing Mrs. Jennings head, I powerd it
back under teacher's panties to her clit and demanded
she lick while I fucked her.

Both women were groaning and moaning from the pleasure
I was powering on them. Using them as nothing but
common whores. Finally, I came and withdrew my cock as
Mrs. Jennings cleaned it and then teacher cunt.

"Get off and turn around," I said slapping the
secretary big ass.

I want both of you on the floor with your butts in the
air and head on the floor," I told them as I grabbed my
pants and pulled them back up. I had plans for the
teacher tonight that didn't include Mrs. Jennings but
she sure was going to be part of it in the future.

Leaving the whores, I walked down the hall to find Rob,
the janitor, who I knew fairly well. At first when I
told him about my new ho, he didn't believe me and
laughed but when I told him he could have Mrs. Jennings
for the night for $50 dollars he realized I was very
serious. He quickly paid me what he had in his pocket
and promised the rest tomorrow.

"Be sure to spank her ass and fuck her ass," I told
him. "When I get her back, I expect her to be well
trained for the discount I'm giving you."

He followed me down the hall back to the room and
almost fell backwards as he walked in seeing the two
huge white asses pointing towards the doorway.

The Hos still hadn't realized that I had brought a
guest in as I walked over to Mrs. Jennings, now Mary
Ho, and demanded she put her hands back to which I tied
up quickly behind her back. Grabbing her hair, I power
her head up and demanded she tell me whose ho she was.
When she said my ho, I turned her around to face Rob.

"Ho, you will serve Rob tonight in anyway he wants. He
had purchase you tonight." I told her.

"No... master." Mrs. Jennings was struggling to get
free of the hair grip. "He's the janitor." She was
moving up and down on her knees.

"Give me that Ho and I'll teach her some manners," Rob
said walking over as I gave up my grip on her hair to
him. He pulled her to her feet and wagged her over to
the chair still yelling and begging. Putting her over
his lap, he started swatting her ass a lot harder than
I did earlier.

I put my foot down in front of Mrs. Graham.

"Do you have any objections to being whored out ho, I
demanded or do I need to teach you some manners too." I
warned her.

"No master," she whispered and started kissing my foot.

I let her worship my foot as Mrs. Graham was now crying
and begging Rob to suck his cock and lick his ass. She
had been easy to break in and I had big plans later for
her. Rob made her stand up as he got up and grabbing
her ass cheek fully in the palm of his hand and leading
her out the room in tears. Damn, I wanted a piece of
that hot ass but tonight I was going to be busy and I
was fifty dollars richer at present.

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Black Owned Couple


It's a typical Friday night at our house. I work at a software company and travel on my job often. My wife Molly and I have been married for six years now. We bought this nice home about a year after getting married straight out of college. We live in the country. The house is secluded and sites back behind trees on forty acres. We have five bedrooms and a guest house. I guess you could say we got our dream home early in our marriage.

About several months ago we attended this live stock auction in town. Molly wanted to have horses and we had a barn and plenty of fenced land for several horses. We bought four horses in about as many weeks and soon found that taking care of these wonderful naturals took more time and work than we originally thought.

After all, Molly was only interested in riding them. She knew nothing about taking care of these large naturals nor did I. My name is Tom by the way. My wife Molly is twenty-eight. I'm hitting forty now and consider myself a very lucky man. Molly is my trophy wife.

I was up at the feed store one weekend buying supplies for the herd when a man approached me and we started to talk. He was a tall slim black man. He walked over and shook my hand and introduced himself as Harry.

"You live up at the old Johnmister house don't you, Tom?"

I smiled as I tossed a bag of feed into my truck. "Yes, that's right. The big white one down at the end of the dirt road."

Harry smiled as he leaned his arm on my truck. "Well, I know a lot about that old place you know. I worked there for several years before old man Johnmister passed away."

I turned around with interest on my face. "Oh, really? What sort of things did you do for the Johnmister's, Harry?"

Harry grinned as he helped me put the last bags of feed onto the back of the truck.

"I guess you could say I was everything to them. I took care of the naturals, the grounds and even worked as a handyman around the house."

Harry laughed than added. "I even drove Mrs. Johnmister into town whenever she went shopping so I guess you could say I was their chauffeur too!"

"So, what do you do now that the Johnmisters are gone?"

Harry sighed. "Well, I've been working here and there to make a few bucks when I can but I think I'll be moving back to Alabama where my family is from and see what kind of jobs I can find there."

I started thinking. I could sure use somebody like Harry out at the place. We had plenty of room and perhaps Harry could move right back into the guest house where he use to live. We talked for a long while and told him I'd speak to my wife. Molly felt relieved and excited that she was finally going to have some help taking care of our horses and the farm.

Harry moved in the following week. I can't tell you how hard Harry worked on getting things fixed around the place. Molly even took him up on his offers of driving her into town to go shopping once a week.

Harry practically took over the place within a few short months. We could always depend on him for the littlest things. Harry made sure everything ran like a fine tuned machine and we were pleased.

Molly moved her shapely round ass on the bed as I kissed the crack of her cheeks than slapped her ass a couple times. She yelped out in pleasure and turned her head around and tried to look at me as she spoke.

"Come on baby, stop teasing me and fuck my ass."

I slapped her bottom again only a lot harder and watched as her white flesh giggled to the touch of my bare hand. I used both hands on my wife's ass this time and grabbed hold of each cheek and squeezed them hard.

Molly couldn't move much. I had both of her hands handcuffed to the front of the bed. I scooted down just far enough to bury my tongue between the cheeks of her ass and poked my tongue near her asshole. Molly arched her hips up trying to push her body back against my face. Her hips rocked from side to side as I held her cheeks apart.

I leaned up and over my wife's round ass feeling the warm hot white flesh against my thighs as I reached out and around and aimed for my wife's nipples. I pinched each one very hard making her scream out with joy. She loved being treated like a slut. She was my wife and my slut whore.

We loved this kind of fantasy play. It's something we enjoyed since our dating days. I kept playing with Molly's hard nipples and kneaded her large breasts with each hand making her moan with delight.

I arched back up and slapped her ass really hard making her ass shake and quiver as she screamed out to me for more.

"Please baby. I need you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside my ass....Please!"

I was rock solid hard. I reached for my tube of lubricant and rubbed a small amount over the head of my cock and around my shaft. I teased Molly for several minutes until she practically begged for my cock.

I carefully aimed it at her tight little ass and worked the head inside. I'm not that big so I slipped in rather easily after the head was inserted. I than grabbed hold of Molly's ass and rode her like she was a horse.

I kept shoving my cock deep inside her ass while she strained on those handcuffs I had attached to the headboard. I didn't last long and shot my wade inside her ass within a short few minutes leaving my wife hanging and unfulfilled as my cock shrank down to size.

"Damn you , Tom! Come on and make me cum! I need to cum baby...Please!"

I was panting and trying to catch my breath as I unlocked each cuff freeing Molly's arms one at a time. She quickly flipped over positioning her ass on the bed and arched her legs back and started to play with her pussy.

I knew what she wanted so I moved around on the bed and buried my face between her creamy white thighs and began to like. My face kept hitting her working hand which was stimulating her clit at the time. I soon pushed my face up until I was able to move my hand away from her pussy so my tongue soon took over the job of stimulating her hard clitoris.

Molly's body moved and jerked all around the bed as I worked my tongue on her pussy. I brought my wife to three orgasms before I was done leaving her finally limp and exhausted on the bed as I got up and reached for a towel to wipe off my face.

I turned around and saw something out of the corner of my eye. I forgot all about the bedroom door being open. The hallway was dark but I was still able to see the dark figure of a man standing out in the darkness. He starred at me and I starred back. It was Harry.

The next morning I walked out to the barn where Harry was feeding the horse. He said his typical good morning to me as we exchanged smiles as I drank my coffee. I walked around the stable trying to figure out what to say to the man.

"I guess you saw everything last night?"

Harry stopped what he was doing and looked over at me saying. "Oh...Uh.....I'm really sorry about that, Tom. I came back in last night thinking something was wrong when I heard Molly screaming. You know it's always better to check and make sure nothing is wrong."

I smiled even though I was embarrassed about what he saw last night. "Oh, well....Thanks anyway, Harry. I appreciate your concern for us."

Harry went back to what he was doing than hesitated and turned around and what he said next pretty much took me over the edge in shock.

"You now, Tom. I could give you some pointers on how to train that bitch of yours. Yes sir, I could do a lot of things." Harry was still moving the shovel in his hands as he spoke but stopped cold and gave me a stare I'll never forget.

"What she needs is a good black dick up that tight little ass." He boldly continued next saying. "You just let me know Tom, and I'll work it out for us."

Harry stepped closer until we were face to face. "I know what it's like Tom. You white folks are all alike when it comes to acting all proper and nice. I heard Molly last week from out here last week, you know."

My eyes opened wide as I listened to Harry speak. "You know damn well what I'm talking about. The night Molly was screaming for you to fuck her hard and she kept taunting you about how she was going to find out how big my black cock was!"

I was in shock! I tried to shake my head and act like he was lying but it didn't work. Harry reminded me of that night he was talking about. It was only talk. Molly loved to talk nasty when we were having sex and she mentioned Harry that night.

"Molly didn't really mean it, Harry."

Harry shook his head as he began working again than stopped for a second and added. "I know better. Your all the same. Old man Johnmister was no different. He use to love watching me bang that white ass wife of his."

"You mean to tell me you and Mrs. Johnmister had a thing going?"

Your damn right we did. I owned the bitch and they knew it! For an old white bitch, she could fuck like a mink, let me tell you!"

I don't remember exactly what was said next but we got into a heated discussion next that turned out a little nasty. Before it was all said and done I was standing there in that horse stall thinking about the proposition Harry had just given me. He said he could help us both enhance our sex life.

What Harry wanted to do was make my wife his slut. His whore mind you and he said it with passion and much confidence. What he than said to me gave me chills down my spin.

"Listen. I'll have your wife walking around this stable before long begging you for cock. She'll want that fire put out in that pussy of hers every single minute of the day."

You know, I believed the man but I just wondered who's cock she would be begging for and who would be putting out that fire between her legs once he turned her into a wanton whore.

Yes, Harry was all we fantasized about since his arrival and he knew it. He was soon going to get a chance to make my wife his whore.

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Birth of a New Sissy Ch. 01


met Jeff one day at the nearby tennis courts. I could never have imagined what the result of that meeting would be. I suppose I should tell you a bit about me. I'm a happily married 34 year old. About average in most respects. A little spare tire trying to form around the middle but in decent shape. I wear my hair short with a mustache and goatee. I had been married for about 6 years and had been physically faithful to my wife. I say physically, as I did think about other partners on occasion, though probably no more than most men. What was a little unique was my "dark" sexual secret. Ever since my middle teens I had entertained occasional homosexual thoughts. Nothing really strong or insistent, but enough to inspire some guilty fantasies.

My Bi fantasies were helped along by a one-time encounter with a gay friend in college. It resulted in an exchange of oral sex that seemed to only fuel my Bi thoughts. I still feel I am predominantly attracted to women. I couldn't imagine anything romantic with a guy and my attraction to them was mostly evident when I was horny. Most of the time it was women that would grab my attention.

So here I was without a partner that fateful day, but I had just finished watching the Wimbeldon tennis tournament on TV and as usual had the urge to "smack felt". So it was that I found myself playing against the wall on some courts near our townhouse community. When I got there I was the only one around. So I was startled to hear some polite clapping after I had just finished a make-believe rally against the ever victorious wall.

I turned to regard a well built young man in snug shorts and t-shirt. He was clean shaven with sandy-blond hair. He was built like a quarterback, with a slim well muscled body. He couldn't have been more than 25 years old. There was something familiar about him, but didn't immediately know what.

"Nice rally. I thought you had the wall beat there for a minute." He said with a good natured smile.

"Almost." I agreed, catching my breath.

He walked over and offered his hand. "My name's Jeff, I live across the street from you and your wife."

I reached out and shook hands. He had a dry, firm grip that seemed to hold my hand a second or two longer than I expected leaving me feeling a little awkward. "Mine is Eric. I thought you looked familiar." I said, wiping some sweat with my towel.

"If you're not too tuckered from your match against the wall, we could rally for a bit?"

"Sure," I said. "Why not?"

We hit back and forth for a while and we seemed pretty well matched. He was in better shape and quicker, but I seemed to be a bit more consistent. We ended up playing for another hour or so before we finally stopped. He hardly seemed tired beyond a sheen of sweat. I was done, however.

He came over, hand outstreached. "Good game." He said as we shook again. He put his other hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. " As I released and turned to walk to my bag for a towel I felt his hand slide down my shoulder to the small of my back. It came to rest at the top of my ass. He walked along beside me, his hand almost guiding me as he chatted about the high points of our play. When I reached down to grab my towel I could swear I felt his hand caress my ass as it slid from my waist. I was feeling flustered, even though nothing had really happened. But my heart began pounding and I felt my cock stir.

I just shook it off as me being overly sensitive and not having sex recently. We walked back down the hill towards the townhomes swapping small-talk. I learned he was only recently out of college and was working as a programmer. He worked out of his home most of the week. He was single and currently unattached having separated from his girlfriend after college.

As we approached home he patted me on the shoulder. "Why don't you come in for something to take. I'm sure we're both dehydrated."

I glanced across the street at my place and considered letting Laura, know where I was, but decided it wasn't a big deal. Jeff noticed my glance and chuckled. "Guess I can see who wears the pants in your household."

I flushed a little. "Just wondering if I should let her know where I was in case something came up." I said a little too defensively. He just chuckled as I followed him inside.

The place seemed fairly spartan. There were a few family looking photos and a computer setup in the family room. He told me to make myself comfortable while he walked over to the computer.

"Need to check my email." After a few seconds he smiled and chuckled about something. "Hey, come over here and look at this." He said pointing to his PC. "I got a friend who likes to send me porn." He looked me in the eye as I came over. "Some of it is pretty hot and some is pretty twisted." He almost seemed to be gauging my reaction.

"I certainly can appreciate good porn." I told him. I looked over and my heart skipped a beat. On the screen was a young college-type stud leaning against a wall, legs spread completely nude. Hanging between his legs was a hard, fat cock of at least 8 inches. I couldn't be sure though since the head of it was lodged in the mouth of a sexy, lingerie clad shemale. She/he was squatting between his legs, arms tied together behind her back while she was impaling herself on a thick, black dildo.

I felt myself flush and my cock hardened instantly at the sight. I'm sure I saw him glance briefly at my crotch out of the corner of my eye. He just said, "not sure which category this one falls into. I got a whole directory full of stuff like this," he continued, pointing at a directory on the desktop called, appropriately enough 'Hardcore'.

I just nodded, not knowing what else to do as he turned and walked to the kitchen to get some water. I found myself looking back at the image, but looked away when I noticed Jeff returning. He handed me a glass.

"I'm feeling real slimy." He gulped the last of the water. "I'm gonna go rinse off real quick. Make yourself at home." Without waiting he turned and headed to the bedroom, pulling off clothes as he went.

I was opening the 'Hardcore' directory as soon as he was out of sight. I was curious what other stuff he had! I was not disappointed. There was a good deal of light bondage and toy action. A disproportionate amount was shemale as well. As I flipped through the images my heart was pounding and my cock was like a rock. It was as if he he had a visual collection of all my deepest, darkest fantasies. I also noticed that in all of them there was a young, smooth stud being serviced in some way by either shemales or women in very submissive roles.

I had skimmed frantically through the entire directory and was going back through it a second time when I realized the shower had stopped! I was in the process of closing windows when I heard him chuckle.

"Hey, don't hurt yourself there!" He stood leaning against the door frame; a towel wrapped around an obviously toned body. "I wouldn't keep 'em if I didn't like 'em. So don't be embarrassed."

He strolled over and stopped just behind me. "Pretty hot, eh?" He said, looking at the last window that I had open. It showed a voluptuous redhead, lovingly nursing on an impressive tool. "It's the look on her face that really says it all, I think." I could feel him leaning over my left shoulder. His voice was low and breathy.

"Look at her full lips stretched around that hard cock." I found myself transfixed by the large photo as he described the scene "There is the sheen of cum and saliva all over her chin which shows that all she cares about is pleasing her man."

I never heard him move, but realized his right hand was resting on my hip. "Why don't you have a seat, it'd be more comfortable than hunching over like that." He nudged my hip with his hand and I found myself sliding down into the chair. He then reached over and zoomed the image full screen.

"The look in her eyes says it all" Jeff's left hand was now on my shoulder and his body was almost leaning against the back of the chair. "It's obvious she is doing what she's always wanted to do." His voice was almost reverent. "Using her body, her mouth like it was meant to be used."

I felt him shift, but kept looking at the picture. My body almost throbbed with each heart beat. My cock was making an obvious tent in my shorts and I didn't really care. "You can tell she was born for this task. Her mouth was created to suck cocks." He continued. "To nurse them to hardness." I could feel my face flush and my mouth dry as I stared at that delicious shaft stretching that lovely mouth. "To pay homage to a strong, virile body."

I felt pressure on my shoulder to turn. "I'm sure you can imagine what she must be feeling, Eric." I let his hand swivel the chair, as he continued. "The curiosity. The need to be submissive to a stronger man?"

I completed the turn in the chair. Jeff stood before me, completely nude. His body smooth, hairless and perfectly toned. Slight washboard stomach. Strong thighs and calves. And there at eye level, hung his cock. Extending from his clean-shaven crotch at least 8inches with a hefty thick shaft. It was the most amazing piece of male equipment I had ever seen.

"You can imagine why she would want to service her master's body, can't you Eric?" He stepped closer. His semi-hard cock only a few inches from my face. I could feel the heat radiating from it. "Finding your true vocation." It filled my vision. "Finally realizing where you belonged in the world." Thick, heavily veined and pulsing with life. His hips moved forward and the head pressed to my lips. "Worshiping the cock of your master."

He pressed forward and without hesitation my mouth opened, allowing his cock inside. My eyes closed and I heard myself let out a low moan as his hard shaft stretched lips. He chuckled at that. "Yes, it feels so good to give in and become the submissive you've always wanted to be." I reached up to his thighs, but he stopped me.

"No!" He said sharply. "You only have permission to touch me with your mouth. Pull down your sweats but leave them around your ankles."

I complied, without letting his cock leave the new home it had in my mouth. In fact at that moment the last thing I wanted was to lose my mouth-lock on his succulent meat. My own dick was almost painfully hard. "Now I see why you were so mesmerized by the cocks in those pictures. Your's is pretty unimpressive, isn't it." It was phrased as a statement, not a question. I had always thought of it as average at about 6 inches. Average or not, compared to his it was unimpressive. "Is Laura really satisfied with it?" He let that hang in the air as his hands grasped my head and began to use slow, deep strokes to fuck my mouth. "Or do you have to use your pretty mouth to make her cum?" I couldn't answer as he thrust deeply info my mouth again.

"You do have a good mouth. I'm going to really enjoy breaking it in." He sighed as his cock began to press into my throat. "So warm and wet. So eager!" He went a little deeper with each thrust. "It's just a waste not to use it. To train it." The air was filled with the wet slurping sounds of my mouth as he slowly worked to breach my gag reflex. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. I began to push forward on each thrust. 'Soon,' I thought, 'he will fill my throat.' That sent a shiver through me. Just thinking of this thick meaty shaft violating my virgin throat pulled another moan from me.

"If your little cockette is good enough for Laura, imagine what THIS could do for her hungry cunt!" His hips rocked forward and the head of his cock slipped into my throat for the first time. At the same time my mind was filled by a picture of Laura's voluptuous body on her knees gasping and whimpering as Jeff began feeding his cock inside her. I groaned at the combination of his cock going deeper in my throat and the unfolding scene in my minds eye. There was a whirlwind of emotions inside me. Lust at the images that filled my brain and offense at thinking of my wife's pussy fucked into presentation under Jeff's pounding shaft. I could almost hear her crying out in ecstasy and begging for more of his wonderful meat.

"That's a good little cocksucker!" He grunted as his balls finally pressed against my chin. I had been so busy wrestling with my emotions that I hadn't realized he was almost fully inserted in my mouth. "I'm fucking your throat now. Warm and tight just like your pretty wife's pussy, I bet." I felt light headed as he would go balls-deep in my mouth and pause for a few seconds before pulling all the way out. "Just like a well fucked cunt. Your wife's well fucked cunt!"He punctuated this with another chocking thrust. "You love this don't you? Being used for my pleasure. Your throat just a willing recepticle for my enjoyment. The joy of presentation to my cock." I shivered as I listened to him. It was true. He was fucking my mouth like some cheap sorority slut, and I loved it! I had always had some submissive fantasies, but I never thought I'd be so comfortable servicing a strangers cock.

"Imagine your wife screaming in lust as I stretch her cunt around this thick cock!" I couldn't help it. I was already imagining it. "Of course she'd have to get on her hands and knees and beg me for it." I could see it in my head. Laura on her knees, curvy ass raised high. Two fingers jammed inside her pussy as she begged Jeff to take her. It filled me with offense, guilt and raw lust.

My mind was pulled back to the present as Jeff pulled out of my mouth. I let out an involuntary whimper as his saliva and cum coated cock slid from my mouth leaving slimy juices dribbling down my chin and cheeks. Without warning he grabbed my shirt front and pulled me down onto my back. Jeff quickly stradled my head, facing my feet. Without pausing he leaned forward and slid his cock back into my mouth as if slipping back into a wet pussy. He was now truly fucking my face. He held himself up and just used his hips to fuck my mouth with short strokes.

"Suck on my cock with those pussy lips! Milk me good and I'll give you a treat!" He was groaning and I could tell he was close. "That's it! That's it! I knew what kind of permister you were when we first met. I could see a weakness there. Someone who needed a strong hand to lead them to where they really wanted to go. To be just a cock sucking sissy!" He pulled out and left his shiny cock just out of reach. "Just think of poor Laura, stuck being poked by a little sissy-boy, when she really dreams of a man's cock filling her with buckets of cum. My cum, smeared all over and dribbling out of her stretched cunt as she shudders from an orgasm like she's never felt before."

I tried to recapture his cock with my mouth but he kept it bobbing just out of reach. "So tell me, how many pairs of panties to you have hidden away?! Tell me the truth, you do have some don't you?"

I tried once more to catch his glistening shaft. I didn't want to answer. I wanted desperately to swallow his cock and lose myself in pleasuring it.

"I asked you a question you little slut!" He barked.

"Yes, I . . . I have some panties."

A chuckle. "How many pairs and what kind?"

"Two pairs of . . . purple french cut panties." I mumred. "I'm not a sissy or a slut." I protested weakly.

"What would you call a man who willingly gives his mouth and throat for another man's pleasure? Who gets turned on at the thought of his wife being fucked by another man? Hmm? Sounds like a sissy-slut to me." As he said this he rubbed the slippery head of his cock over my cheeks and chin. Never quite letting me get it back in my mouth. "I bet when Laura's out of town you dress in pantyhose, panties and jerk off dreaming of hard cocks, don't you?"

"Sometimes." I said softly. How did he know all this about me? I had always felt that this part of my life was kept closely guarded. I only played occasionally, but I did like the feel of tight pantyhose hugging my thighs, hips and ass. One pair of hose had the crotch cut out so my cock and balls hung free and I could play with my asshole while I masterbated.

"That's a good girl. Accept your destiny." Jeff said and slid his meat back into my mouth. He returned to stroking deep into my throat as he spoke. "That wasn't so hard was it? I'm sure Laura has no idea about your slutty, cocksucking desires, does she? Do you think she'd like to watch you nursing on my cock?" I tried to answer that I didn't want her to know, but couldn't manage more than a hum around his shaft. "She might finally understand why you can't truly satisfy her."

He pulled all the way out then pushed it back between my lips. "Oh, yesss!" He hissed, filling my mouth again. "Work those cunt-lips for me! Show me how much you need my cock in your mouth." He began thrusting with more urgency then suddenly his hips spasmed and he plunged inside me to the hilt. "Oooh you hungry little slut! I'm gonna fill your sissy tummy with hot cum! This is what you've always wanted. Swallow little cum-slut, swallow it all!!" His pelvis was mashed against my face. Balls on my nose.

His hips and thighs tremred as he ground his crotch against my mouth and began pumping warm semen directly into my stomach. After the first couple spurts he abruptly pulled out and began using his hand to drain the rest of his load all over my face. Some landed into my open mouth, but the rest dribred down my cheeks. I couldn't believe how turned on that made me. I felt so dirty, so used . . . and so horny. I almost wished he could keep cumming. I loved the feel of his stringy spunk splashing across my face.

"Oooh, yeah!" He groaned, still pumping his shaft. "You like it dirty, don't you? Look at your little clitty, so hard and throbbing. You love being covered in a man's cream, don't you?"

I felt myself nod. It was true and my cock (clitty?) was pulsing with each heartbeat. I realized I was rotating my hips like I was a dog in heat. I reached down to stroke it. I needed to cum so bad! But he grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head.

"No playing with your clitty! I want you just the way you are."

"Oh please let me cum." I whimpered. A part of my mind was appalled at what I was saying. How could I have let myself get into this position. An hour ago I was playing tennis with some guy I've never met. Now I'm on my back in his apartment, pants around my ankles with his fresh cum drying on my face. And I loved it! I was actually kind of glad that he wouldn't let me cum! It meant this warm feeling of lust would continue. I felt so tingly; so alive. I knew at that moment I would do just about anything he asked. His flacid cock was hanging there, still wet from his cum and my mouth. I hoped he'd make me suck it again.

"You will stay right there and not move." He ordered. "Is that clear?"

"Yes." I nodded. Then I flushed as I added, "Sir."

He smiled as he stood over me. "Very good, Erica." I felt an odd rush at the name.

He was gone for a few minutes. When he returned he had some clothing in his hands. He put the small bundle down and pulled out what looked like a single knee-high stocking. He walked over and looped it around my cock and balls, making a soft make-shift cock ring. My sagging shaft got hard immediately as he snugged the stocking down. It seemed to intensify the feelings of lust as it made my cock and balls jut out almost obcenely. I found myself focusing on my clitty-cock as it throbbed within the silky restraint. He produced some scissors and snipped the ends off so there was just a skin colored ring tied around my equipment. It was barely even visible.

"You will wear this every day. Now stand up and take off your pants."

I did as told, and stood there with just my t-shirt and socks." He tossed me something from the clothing bundle. "Put those on. You will wear them home tonight. You are not to take them off until you go to bed."

I looked at the black, sheer, nylon panties and shivered. My hands were shaking as I pulled them up my legs and settled them on my hips. My cock jutted out obscenely in front, but I couldn't help running my hands over my hips and thighs and ass as I stared at the tight, shiny material. It was so silky and smooth. I was caressing myself absently as I frowned at the light hair on my legs.

I looked up into his face and saw a smirk. Then he tossed me a bottle. "Not done yet, are you?" It was a bottle of hair remover. He pointed at his bathroom. "You have 20 minutes. I don't want to see any hair below your head, is that clear? Are you familiar with enemas?"

"Y-yes, sir." I answered meekly.

"There's single-use enema bottle under the sink Get going then, and I expect you to be cleaned out, shaved and in only panties when you come out. Don't forget to re-tie your clitty either."

"Yes, sir." I repeated as I headed for the bathroom.

I stepped out of the bathroom 17 minutes later. I couldn't stop myself from running my hands over my now hairless body. I was already completely hard again! He sat, leaning back in his chair, still nude, scrolling through images on his computer.

Without looking up he motioned me to come over to him. "Come here Erica." When I got up to him he continued. "On your knees." I followed his instructions. He was scrolling through pictures of shemales trussed up and having there asses or mouths filled by thick cocks. One that made me tremble, was a pretty transgirl hanging in mid air, suspended from a sling of some kind. She was spread eagled with her hard clit clearly visible hanging down. Her ample breasts were also hanging seductively. Behind her a well built black stud was shoving a very thick cock up her ass, while another black man filled her mouth with a heafty piece of meat. It was such a hot image.

"Bet you wish that was you in the sling?" Jeff said as his hand kneaded my ass as I dropped to my knees beside his chair. "Here's another in the same series." The next picture had a third man in the scene. He was on his knees beneath the shemale with his arms tied behind him. He was valiantly trying to swallow the shemale's respectably sized clit.

"You'd love to change places with the shemale wouldn't you? Answer me, Erica."

I responded almost in a daze. "Yes, I would." Jeff's hand had slid down inside my panties and between my cheeks. It felt nice with his fingers sliding up and down my crack. Without concious thought I began to push back into it. On screen the series of photos continued as the shemale was fucked by both studs. Sometimes the third guy was sucking her and sometimes he was nursing on her full breasts.

"I thought so. You are getting off on this aren't you? Being controlled and used?" His fingers began to massage my asshole.

"Mmm-hmm." I whispered hoarsely. I was slipping back into a semi dazed state of arousal. My hips continued to rock against his hand again.

He chuckled. "Do you want something little Erica?" He removed his hand for a few seconds while my attention was riveted to the slideshow of shemale sex on the screen. His hand slid back into my crack making me sigh. It felt so good to feel his warm hand between my cheeks. Then I felt his hand massage something wet and slippery up and down my crack.

"Answer me, slut! Do you want something?" His hand slid smoothly between my cheeks, brushing roughly against my sensitive rosebud. I pushed back against it, causing me to lean forward at the same time.

"Yesss."

"Speak up slut! What do you want?" His fingers were now massaging my hole again.

Every time he called me 'slut' I felt a tingle of lust. "I . . . want . . ." I pushed back, trying to swallow his finger inside my ass but he pulled away. "Ooooh, stick it in!"

"Be specific!" He barked, losing patience.

"Put your fingers in me. In my ass. Please." The part of me that was still fighting the lust was disgusted at the whimpering sound of my voice as much as the actual words. But I couldn't help it. The teasing was driving me nuts. Without warning he slid two fingers full up my ass.

"Ow . . . oooh . . . mmmmm." The quick jolt of pain disappeared almost immediately, replaced by a pleasurable sensation. "Ah! Yesss . . . mmmm." I mumred and moaned, dropping down on my hands and knees, as he finger fucked me.

"Does your pussy feel good, Erica?"

"Mmm . . . yes, sir." I didn't bat an eye at his continued use of the feminine form of my name. It even seemed right that if I was to be 'Erica', then pussy was the correct form of description for my hungry hole.

"Your pussy is so warm and tight. Do you like having your cunt stretched?" He said as he continued to pump his fingers inside me.

"Yes." I was pushing back now. "More, please."

"More what? Be specific Erica." The more he commanded me the more horny I became. What was happening to me?

"More . . . fingers. It feels good to be stretched and full." I felt shame and lust in equal measures, but lust always won out.

He chuckled. "You are such a little slut, Erica! Don't worry, I have something to help you scratch that itch." He pulled his fingers out of my now loose orifice, making me groan at the loss. He then reached down under the desk and moved a box that had been serving as a foot-rest. I gasped a little at the surprise underneath. There suctioned to the linolium was a very life-like, fleshy, 7inch dildo.

"I think that will stretch your hungry cunt for you. But I think you should show it how much you appreciate what it's going to do for you. Don't you? Go on, get your lover hard and wet."

It was like some weird, twisted dream. I was inside a fantasy world of my own making. I could have stopped this any number of times, but didn't. The truth was, I didn't want it to stop. At some level I was very much aware that I was a man in panties being ordered around by another man. But I pushed that knowledge back into another corner of my head. When all was said and done, this is something I had always dreamed about. I wanted to be Erica for this man. I wanted him to treat me as his slut. And . . .

"I want to suck on it. To show my gratitude." Almost trance-like, I crawled to it. It was thick, veined and black. My mouth was already watering.

"You should be grateful, slut." He said putting a hand on my head and guiding my mouth downward. My parted lips touched the head ready to let it slip inside. "This is the cock that will take your virginity and break the last of your male spirit."

"Yessss." I let out a low moan and he pushed my mouth down over the spongy phalus. It slid into my mouth as Jeff's hand urged me downward. I began to bob on the thick shaft as if it was a real cock. It was almost comforting to feel it filling and stretching my mouth. I slurped and sucked for several minutes. My eyes closed, imagining the hard cock of my master getting harder so it could fuck me good. I was a little dissapointed when Jeff pulled me away from it.

"It's nice and hard for you, now lube it up." He said squirting some lube into my hand. I slid my hand over the shaft, coating it well with the slippery gel. I jacked the cock almost lovingly. It almost felt real.

"Now turn around and squat over your lovers cock."

I did as instructed. Pulling my panties aside I lowered myself until I felt the cool, blunt tip touch my lubed hole. It sent a shiver through me and made me sigh. Jeff laughed then put a hand on each shoulder and began to push me down. I gasped as the head suddenly popped inside me. There was a pulse of pain, but an accompanying feeling of fullness.

Jeff slowed, but did not stop powering my rubber lover deeper inside me. It was such an indescribable sensation. I could feel each millimeter as it slipped inside me. My eyes closed and my head fell back. All I could do was moan and gasp as my new cunt was deflowered. I finally bottomed out, with 7 inches of rubber cock burried deep inside.

"Ohhh God . . . I'm soooo fulll!" I grunted as I squated there on the floor.

"I think you can take a little more cock." Jeff said. My eyes flicked open just as he thrust his fat cock into my half open mouth. "Now fuck your lover and suck my cock slut!"

I responded by taking his cock deep in my mouth and begining to bounce on the shaft in my cunt. It wasn't long before I was slamming myself full length onto the rubber dildo while moaning around Jeff's delicious cock. I loved pulling all the way off then dropping back down and feeling the fat head pop back inside me. Each thrust rubbed my prostate and generated waves of pleasure. It also bounced my own hard clitty, inching me closer to my own orgasm.

I could hear myself whimpering louder and louder as my release approached. "Oh yes. Oh yes! F-fuck, m-meee. Oh, yessssss. Fuck me. Feeeeelssssssoooooggoooooddd." I moaned around his cock. He suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood stroking it just out of reach.

"That's right, Erica. Fuck him! Make your lover cum!"

"Yessss, cummmm in me! Fill meeeee. Fuck me hard." I was completely lost in it now. In my mind I was being vulgarly, and amazingly fucked by my masterfull lover. I could almost feel his hands gripping my hips. Slamming me back onto his cock. not for my pleasure but his. His only thought, to unload his seed inside me.

"This is your dream, isn't it Erica?!"

"Yes!"

"You're body was made to fuck! You are only complete when filled with hard cock!"

"Yessss! Fuck mee, fill me, stretch me, use me, cumm in mee!!!" I babred. I was so close to coming. At that moment I would have happily fucked and sucked the entire local football team and begged to be drowned in their cum. My whole world was my clitty and the cock in my ass.

"Are you ready to cum, slut?"

"I am soooo close and I haven't even touched my clitty yet!" Just the thrill of it and the sensation of the shaft inside me had pushed me to the edge of orgasm. I was thrusting and rotating my hips trying to increase the friction on my prostate.

"Do not cum till I tell you to." He instructed. I tried to slow myself but I was already approaching the point of no return. "I'm trying to - I can't help it! I'm gonna cummmm. Please let me cum!!"

He let me struggle for a few seconds. "Allright you worthless slut! You may cum for me . . . now."

And I did. I slammed down on the rubber cock, plowing the head across my prostate, and my clitty spasmed and started to pump out roapes of cum. "Oh, oh . . . ahhhhhh cum-m-m-m-minnggg! OhGOD, YESSSSSSS!" My voice pitched up high into a near shriek. I just sat there, the dildo burried inside me as my cunt spasmed around it and my thighs tremred. I could feel each pulse travel up my shaft and shoot out.

Suddenly I felt hot spurts of semen splatter against my face. My eyes opened and watched as Jeff jacked his cock and flooded my face for the second time today. I smiled and opened my mouth to accept a slut's due reward.

My life had changed so suddenly. One encounter with Jeff and everything was different. A week ago I was just an average married guy, with an average life. Sure I had the occasional Bi fantasy, but outside an college encounter all it was was a fantasy. Suddenly I found myself falling into one of my fantasies. I can't doubt it anymore, I am very much Bisexual. Any doubts were wiped away last week while bouncing on a dildo with Jeff's cum splattering my face. All while experiencing the most intense orgasm in my life. I've slipped into my new role. The one I fantasized about. I can't deny it. Deep down I'm just a cocksucking sissy.

Since the first time Jeff has summoned me twice. And summoned is the right word. The first call came two days after our 'encounter'. Laura picked up the phone first.

"Sure Jeff, he's here. Just a sec." She smiled and handed me the phone. "It's for you, hun."

My heart was racing as I picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"I want to speak with Erica." His voice held a note of command.

"Here." I almost whispered.

"Good. You have 15 minutes to present yourself in my family room. It's time to continue your training. And you had better dress appropriately!" He chuckled an hung up.

My heart was now pounding. I looked up to see Laura looking at me. I knew I was flushing, but couldn't stop it. "You remember Jeff, from across the street?" I tried to sound normal, but I couldn't tell if I was succeeding or not. " He has something he wanted to show me on the computer. I'll be back in a bit."

Laura smiled. "OK, hun. I'm just gonna read for a bit." She gave me a peck on the cheek as she headed to the couch."

I watched her go. Once again admiring her voluptuous figure. She was only about 5 feet tall, but generously proportioned. I had always loved Reubenesque women and she was very much that. Part of me bridled at being ordered to leave, but I couldn't deny the surge of lust either. So I headed upstairs to get ready. I had been intructed that I was never to enter his house unless I wore very girly panties. This was an absolute. It didn't matter who I was with or who might be there. I was still to wear panties. This was meant to remind me of my place in his eyes.

I quickly shucked my shorts and underwear. After listening to make sure Laura was still downstairs I went to her lingerie drawer and selected my favorite pair of her panties. They were made of very thin, silky nylon with high cut legs that accentuated the wearer's thighs and hips. They were soft pink with a rose embroidered above the crotch. I felt a chill as I pulled them up and settled them over my hips. I reached in and pushed my cock back between my legs. I was unable to resist running my hands over my thighs and hips. It felt so . . . sexy. A few minutes later I was saying goodbye to Laura and walking across the street.

There was a note on the door that read: "Erica, Come in. I'm in the family room waiting for you once you have made yourself presentable." I took a deep breath and walked in. As soon as the door was closed I headed towards the bathroom and began to disrobe. Aside from wearing panties, I was also intructed that when told to 'present myself' to him I am to prepare myself first. I am to go to his bathroom and give myself a thorough enema then take a quick shower to make sure I am good and clean. Then, dressed in panties alone, I am to go and kneel in front of him for further instructions. It took me about 20 minutes before I walked over to where Jeff was seated on the couch and dropped to my knees.

He smiled. "Very obedient. Better than I expected on your first day of training. I am altering your arival instructions from now on. You will proceed as you did today. But instead of coming to kneel in front of me, you will do this. follow me." He said, getting up and going towards the dining room.

I followed him as he walked over to the edge of the kitched where the refrigerator stood. As I came around the corner I saw it. Attached via suction cub to the side of the fridge was the dildo I had fucked myself on that first day. It was attached at just about waist height.

"I take it you recognize your lover?" He said with a smile. "Well from now on you will come here. Get on your knees in front of your lover." He motioned for me to follow his instructions now. Thankfully, there was a pillow on the floor underneath to spare my knees. "And show your subservience by sucking on his cock. You will continue till told to stop."

He arched an eyebrow at me to indicate I should already be doing this. As I leaned forward I felt a stab of fear. I noticed that from this position I was directly in line with the large bay window that looked out at my townhouse across the street! If it was bright enough inside I would be clearly visible.

"You are neglecting your lover!" He punctuated this with a sharp slap on my ass. I yelped and leaned in to the soft, rubber cock. I shivered as the thick head parted my lips. God, but it felt so good to have my mouth ***d! I had already forgotten the window as I welcomed my lover's cock into my mouth with a moan.

I still had trouble reconciling my normal life with the joy of a fat shaft in my mouth. I can't explain why, but I clasped my hands behind my back as I leaned into the dildo. With my eyes closed I let gravity pull me forward and thrust the cock deep into my mouth. I had a visual flash of myself dolled up like some cheap slut, on my knees with my arms tied behind me while a young stud fucks my throat. I tremred and gripped my hands tighter behind me.

I don't know how long I suckled on the rubber cock before I felt the cock shift and pull away. I moaned and opened my eyes. Jeff had taken it off the fridge and began leading me over to the couch. On some level I knew this was rediculous, but I couldn't help myself. I kept up the suction and crawled after him.

"Such a good little cock-sucker." Jeff cooed as he led me over and attached the dong to the smooth side of the boxy coffee table then sat down on the couch behind me. Since I hadn't been told to stop, I continue to nurse on my lover's cock on my hands and knees. A few moments later I felt slippery fingers begin to tease my butt.

"Erica-slut has a very tight puss. I'd better losen it up a little!" He thrust two fingers full length into me making me grunt around the dildo. The brief discomfort was replaced by pleasureable fullness. Within 5 minutes he had three fingers vigorously fucking me.

"Stop sucking and turn around."

I did and when I finished turning I was staring at Jeff's beautiful cock. It was firm and throbbing. I didn't even wait for permission. I just swallowed him with a long, low hum of satisfaction.

"Damn, Erica! You really do love sucking cock." He scooted forward, powering me to shuffle backwards . . . until I felt my ever-ready lover poke me between the cheeks. "Looks like you still haven't satisfied someone. What do you think you should do?"

I just moaned again, lined up the shaft and sank back onto it. "Oh - oh - oh - oooooooh." Was all I could gasp as the entire length parted the opening to my boy-cunt and slowly, deliciously filled me. "Yesssss fffuuuuccckk mmmeeeee." I whispered as it filled me completely. Anything else was cut off as Jeff slid his meaty pole into my mouth.

I fucked myself on the rubber shaft faster and harder as I felt myself approaching orgasm. At the same time Jeff was grunting and thrusting deep into my mouth. It didn't take long before he grabbed my head and fully impaled my face with his cock and gasped. As he came in thick spurts down my throat he kept chanting, "Take it, take it, take it all like a good little girl!"

And I did. I swallowed and swallowed as he filled my tummy with spunk. As he finished and began to pull out he pushed on my shoulders and thrust me back onto the dildo. "Don't neglect your lover. He's been patient, but you need to make him cum, don't you?"

"Yes." I whispered hoarsely as I resumed fucking myself. My eyes were closed and I lost myself in the feeling of that shaft filling and withdrawing from my loosened cunt. The head grazing my prostate on each thrust.

"You want to make him cum, don't you?"

"Oh, yesss."

"You owe it to him after letting you suck him."

"Uh-huh."

"Doesn't he deserve to fuck your tight little cunt? Isn't that what you need? To be fucked and filled with a man's thick, hot, sticky cum?"

"Yes, yessss. Fill me!" I couldn't think of anything except the shaft filling me and how good it felt as it fucked me towards orgasm.

"That's right Erica, your body is made to drain the balls of strong men. To submit to their pleasure." His voice had taked on a hard edge and he was driving me back on the rubber dong in quick, deep strokes that made me gasp. "This is your destiny, Erica. To give your body to stronger men. To submit. It feels so good to let go and submit doesn't it?"

"Mmmm, so goooooood. Almost there . . . Yes, fuck me."

"Cum for me, Erica. Cum on that hard cock." Just as I started to go over the edge he whispered in my ear. "This is how Laura felt when her first boyfriend bent her over and filled her steamy cunt with cum!"

The image of a young Laura bent over a table and fucked by some highschool stud pushed me over the edge. I could almost hear her cries of pleasure as her pussy sucked the cum from his balls.

"Ooooohhhhh G-Godddd! Fuuuuuuck Meeeeeeeee!! Mmm- mmmm. YESSS!" I was whimpering, moaning and gasping as I filled my panties with cum. It was so intense I was shaking for a few minutes afterward.

* * *

Our encounters proceeded along similar lines for several weeks. Once, when Laura and I were coming out of the house to go out one afternoon, Jeff came over and introduced himself formally to Laura while I watched heart pounding.

"Nice to meet you finally." He said smoothly while lightly shaking her hand.

"Likewise. You'll have to come over somtime and visit." Laura said while returning the handshake.

"I see you're on your way out, but could I borrow Eric for a few minutes? I need a hand with somthing."

"As long as it's quick, he's all yours!" She said playfully. My heart actually skipped a beat. This was just too wierd.

"Thanks! I'll make it quick." He then looked directly at me for the first time. "Come on, Eric. Don't want to keep your wife waiting!." I swear I could almost hear him add the 'a' at the end of Eric, but maybe it was just my imagination.

I followed him to the door as Laura started the car and turned on the radio. Jeff opened the door and motioned me in. "After you . . . Erica."

The name hit me as I heard the door close. I spun around and Jeff looked me in the eye. "On your knees, bitch! Lets not keep your sexy little wife waiting."

I should have been insulted, mad, irate at this treatment. But all I could do was stare at his hard cock and drop to my knees as instructed. My clit hardening and mouth watering. Whenever he took control I just slipped into my new fem role by reflex. In less than 30 seconds I went from Eric, a normal guy with an attractive wife waiting in the car to Erica, Jeff's sissy cock sucker. My cock suddenly became my clitty and I couldn't help thinking of my ass as my cunt. What was wrong with me? Was this right?

All thoughts were swept away as, now on my knees, Jeff slid his cock into my mouth. "I couldn't help coming out and grabbing you. You looked like such a normal guy out with his wife. I just had to remind you of your place in the world."

I just moaned around his shaft stretching my mouth. I was so turned on by the thought of Laura just outside the door unaware her husband was now fulfilling his place as Jeff's cum receptical.

"It's such a turn on to know that I can use your mouth even with your wife a stone's throw away, waiting for you." He paused to groan as the head slipped into my throat. "She is a sexy one, too. Such nice full hips." He paused again to sink the last few inches inside my mouth. "I'd love to hold those hips while I stretch her wet slit like you never could."

He had been talking more about Laura lately, but it was usually brief comments. Jeff seemed to be in the midst of his own fantasy now. He confirmed it a few moments later. "Yeah, fucking your hot little wife. Making her whimper like a common whore as she begs for my cock to make her a real woman!"

Jeff was now holding my face while he slid in and out of my throat. Drool and pre-cum were running down my chin and the hallway was echoing with the gasps, grunts and wet slurping sounds. I should have been jealous and indignant at his comments but my clitty was throbbing and my mind was foggy and filled with the images he was describing.

"I'd ruin her for your little clit. She'd never be able to fuck you again without thinking of my big cock. She'll masterbate to images of my cock when you aren't there." I could tell he was about to explode. I fumred with my shorts to get my clitty out. I was about to cum myself just sucking and listening!

"Here it comes Erica! Drink it all down so your wife won't know you just sucked my balls dry! YESSSS! Take it all, you little cocksucker!!" He exploded like I'd never felt before. I thought I'd drown as he pumped spurt after spurt directly into my tummy.

After a while he pulled out, still breathing heavily. "Such a dedicated slut, Erica. Thank you." He patted me on the head. "Now go back to your wife." And he turned and walked down the hall. I was left on my knees in the hallway, cum and spit covering my chin with a small pool of my own cum on the floor in front of me from my own orgasm. What was I doing? And, more importantly, why couldn't I stop?

I suppose at some level I knew it would happen. Or at least I should have. After nearly a month of servicing Jeff's cock and fucking myself silly on my dildo lover things took a turn.

I came home from work a little early on a day Laura was off as well. When I got home she was out, but as soon as I walked into the house the phone rang. I grabbed it, not really thinking much about it.

"Hello Erica!" Jeff cooed in my ear. "Your services are required. I expect you to be on your knees sucking your 'lover' in less than 30 minutes. Today you are to clean your cunt as usual, then shave your legs, crotch and ass. Then take a pair of Laura's pantyhose and cut the crotch out of them so your little clitty will swing free. You will wear these under your usual sexy panties." Before I could say anything, he hung up.

I had been well trained to this point so I barely paused at his request. Though I still felt a little embarrassed at my already hardening clitty. I went upstairs and made use of one of the recently purchased single-use enemas to make my cunt nice and fresh. For some reamister it felt right to call it my cunt. After all, I was being regularly filled with rubber cock. I then hopped in the shower and shaved my lower body as instructed, leaving the problem of what Laura would say for later. I have to admit that when I got out I couldn't stop caressing my smooth hips and legs. They just felt so deliciously sexy. I felt all tingly inside as I ran my hand over my hip and ass savoring the silky feel of the skin. It felt like stroking someone else's skin as they felt nothing like they usually did. I could really learn to like this!

It only took me a few minutes to find a pair of Laura's pantyhose. I carefully snipped out the padded crotch and began to smooth them up my legs. I had played with her hose a couple of times and it always felt exciting stretching the hose up my legs and feeling it fitting so snugly around my body. Today however, with hairless skin, it was divine! And when I was done my clit was hard and throbbing from the experience. Being open from butt crack to my clit was a strange but exciting experience. I felt more aware of my clit since it was the only part of my lower body not hugged tightly in nylon. I quickly grabbed a pair of hi-cut purple panties and slipped them on. It took a few minutes to get my clit under control and tucked inside.

I looked at the clock and realized I only had 5 minutes left! I quickly yanked on a loose pair of sweat pants and t-shirt then ran across the street to Jeff's place. The door, as expected was unlocked. Jeff, unexpectedly, was not there. Instead I saw my 'lover' mounted on the top edge of the coffee table with a note next to it.

Almost without thinking, I dropped to my knees in front of the realistic dong, closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of it sliding into my mouth. As I began to suck on it I opened my eyes and read the note. I let the shaft slide deep into my mouth and heard myself let out a moan. A little voice in the back of my mind cried out at what I had become.

The note read: "I hope you're sucking your favorite pacifier as you read this." I am! I thought as I took the shaft into my throat. God, I so loved that feeling! "Take the remote and click play on the VCR. Enjoy the show and be sure to watch it all, my little cum-slut!" I felt my clit throb at the word 'slut'. I reached out and flicked the control that brought the TV to life.

The image that appeared was of the room I was in now, Jeff's family room. After a few moments I heard the door open and close then voices approaching. Jeff came into frame.

"Make yourself at home. I just gotta check my email first." He called over his shoulder. He was dressed for a workout, in shorts and t-shirt. From the look of things he just got back from running.

Then a second permister entered. First thing I noticed was her full hips and nice ass, well framed by skin tight bike shorts and t-shirt. The second thing was that it was Laura! She was also sweating from a workout. "You too? Eric can't live without email either." She said as she walked over towards Jeff, as he leaned over his computer engrossed in something. "What's so fascinating?"

He grinned and chuckled at what he was looking at before looking up. "Well, not exactly fascinating. But definitely attention grabbing!" He said standing up and looking at Laura with a smirk. "Feel free to take a look. I just hope you're not easily offended."

"I wouldn't worry about that." She said as she leaned over and looked. After a pause I heard her soft gasp. "That's . . . rather . . . intense." She finally got out. He watched her closely, eyes roaming her voluptuous figure.

Jeff chuckled. "Yeah, he's really giving it to the poor girl." He paused. "Though she seems pretty content with his approach."

"Content? She's drooling, for God's sake!"

"I think most women would be with that much meat stuffed inside them!" Jeff said, lightly placing his hand on Laura's lower back. "Can I get you a take?"

She didn't say anything about his hand. "Sure. Something cold, please."

"Be right back. Make yourself at home." As he turned he allowed his hand to slide down across her hip and one cheek. I saw her tense slightly, but she didn't protest. "The rest of that photo series is in a folder on the desktop." He chuckled as he walked to the kitchen. "If you can handle it."

I wasn't sure how to feel. It was obvious that Jeff was making a move on my wife. I felt twinges of jealousy . . . but also lust. All those comments Jeff had made to me about Laura were coming back to mind. And the images they had brought up then, came back now with a vengeance. I was still absently nursing on the rubber cock as I watched Laura turn and stare at Jeff's retreating form. I saw her raise an eyebrow and half smile before sitting down and beginning to go through the entire directory of pictures. She was attracted to him!!

After a few minutes I saw Jeff silently walk back in and watch from a few feet away as Laura flipped through a number of his lurid pictures. She seemed almost entranced. He watched for several more minutes, a satisfied smile on his face. Finally he slipped up behind her and placed a glass of soda on the desk near her.

"That," he said pausing for effect, "is one of my favorites!" His hand again gently rose to her lower back. Again, she didn't seem to react to the touch.

"She definitely looks . . . full." She said shaking her head, but unable to stop looking. "And look at the size of . . . well . . . those three are obscenely well hung!" She said, blushing.

Jeff lightly stroked her lower back. "I take it you've never had a guy with that much cock?" He added just a hint of emphasis on the last word.

"I . . . uh, well no." She fidgeted a little, obviously a little uncomfortable talking about it. Then looked back at the picture. "Nothing even close. I don't even know if I could take something that big." I couldn't believe she was actually discussing this with someone she hardly knew. She wasn't a prude, but had never seemed very adventurous either.

"Well she is certainly managing quite well to take all three of those cocks inside her, and she's a pretty small woman." His hand was now actually resting on the swell of her full ass.

Laura was looking at the picture again, then straightened up and looked at Jeff. "She is that! Every inch of 'em too."

Jeff looked her directly in the eye as he spoke. "Can you imagine how she must feel as she takes each thick inch deeper and deeper inside her?" Laura just stared into his eyes, her face flushed. Jeff brought a hand to each of her hips. "Absolutely . . . stuffed . . . full of cock." Laura absently licked her lips as his hands caressed her spandex covered hips. "To be completely filled with hard meat." Using her hips he turned her back around to face the screen. "What do you think it would feel like to be taken like that." He leaned in close to her ear. "Your body owned by their cocks. Just a sexual vessel for their pleasure." As he said this he lightly kissed her neck. Instead of pulling back, I could see her shudder slightly. Jeff smiled and began whispering into her ear.

It was too soft for the mic to pick up, but after a few moments I could see Laura's hands flex absently and her eyes close. I saw her shake her head. Then he whispered something else and she bit her lip and paused before giving another shake of her head.

Jeff pulled back, smiling. Slowly he turned her back to face him and leaned in to kiss her. She seemed to resist for a few moments, her hands out away from her body, fingers flexing. I could see his tongue now, slipping into her mouth as his kisses became more aggressive. He raked his fingernails over her ass cheeks and ground her crotch against his.

I could see her beginning to give in as my heart pounded. Her arms rose up around him and she began to return his kisses with increasing passion. Jeff put a hand behind her head and pulled her mouth to his roughly. His other slid down inside her shorts and between her ass cheeks. He held her to him, practically fucking her mouth with his tongue and lifting her up on her toes. Laura seemed to be lost to it all. She made no move to pull away, letting him have his way. Her hips and ass flexed against his crotch as his hand worked beneath her shorts, helping to hold her against him and no doubt fingering her wet slit. In a single moment I saw her finally surrender herself to him. I knew at that instant that she was no longer mine. I watched my wife's seduction, as I knelt with my mouth full of latex cock and my little clitty throbbing in my panties.

I watched in awe as he took control of my wife. He would occasionally break the almost vulgar assault on her mouth to bite her neck and whisper in her ear. At first I couldn't hear anything I could make out, just Laura's heavy breathing, but he soon began to talk louder and she began to respond.

"You loved those pictures, didn't you?" No answer. "Your fat little cunt is so wet I've already got half my hand inside you. See?" He pulled his hand out of her sorts and brought three obviously wet fingers up and wiped them across her lips. She licked reflexively at the pussy juice and Jeff immediately slid his fingers into her mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked on his fingers as they thrust in and out of her mouth. "So you see, I know you liked it. Tell me!" She nodded without stopping her sucking and he chuckled. "You found yourself wishing it was you on your knees, eh?" Again a sharp nod. "I know why, but I want to hear you say it. Tell me why you wished you were the slut on her knees being taken by three hard cocks!"

She actually whimpered as he removed his fingers and she thrust her hips against him. "I . . . I've always fantasized about being taken like that. To be . . . used." She buried her face against his chest in shame at saying it out loud. I was in shock. My wife of many years had dreamt all this time of being dominated by a man. As I knelt on Jeff's floor, shaved, dressed in women's lingerie and nursing on a fake cock it was painfully obvious I could never give her that fantasy.

"You know I can give you this fantasy." Jeff said pulling her head up to face him. "Are you willing to give yourself to me completely?"

She hesitated, then nodded.

"Speak, slut!" He almost shouted at her.

"Yes!" She replied with a sob. I could see tears in her eyes.

"What about Eric?"

Laura hesitated. "I love him very much, but he could never take control the way I need." Jeff pushed her away and put his hands on his hips. "Show me your body, slut! I want to see what you are offering me."

She only paused a moment before she reached down and yanked the tight sports bra over her head to reveal her pale, full breasts. A moment later her shorts and shoes followed. She stood, almost shyly in all her voluptuous glory. Her nipples were stiff and her chest was flushed pink with lust.

Jeff's eyes roamed hungrily over her form. "Nice plump tits. Thick nipples. Full, womanly hips. Truly a vision of Reubenesque beauty." She seemed pleased by his words. "But," he said sharply, "sluts should be hairless, except for their head! You will remedy this if you wish to serve me."

Laura's hand went automatically to the furry triangle above her sex. "I understand." She seemed almost ashamed.

"So, what is a slut's most basic duty to her master?"

She seemed confused at first, then looked down at the bulge in Jeff's shorts. With a deep breath she dropped to her knees and scooted over till her face was inches from his crotch. "A . . . slut," she began, voice shaking, "offers her mouth for her master's pleasure." With that she leaned in and began kissing and mouthed his concealed shaft.

He had an evil grin on his face as he answered. "Does my shiny-new, little slut want something?"

"Let me . . . suck it. I want to taste your . . . cock." She still seemed unsure of how to proceed.

"Stop thinking and let the real Laura out! You and I both know, at heart, you are nothing but a cock hungry slut! I have no use for Eric's sweet wife." He quickly stripped off his shorts, freeing his rampant erection to bob directly in front of her face.

My wife stared, wide eyed at the meaty shaft, throbbing in time to his heartbeat. Several inches longer and notably thicker than my little clitty. She couldn't help licking her lips as she sat so close that I'm sure she could smell the sweaty musk of it.

"So who and what are you? Eric's sexually satisfied wife should just go home and wait for her husband." He sneered down at her. "But that isn't who you really are is it? You hide behind this proper exterior. You let Eric have his way with you using his pathetic little dick and eager tongue and pretend that you are sexually fulfilled. But you and I know the truth. When I first saw you, I saw the slut within. The little, horny bitch that wants to be used as a fuck toy."

I saw Laura shake and let out a little gasp. Her eyes never moving from his cock. She sobbed a bit. "I love Eric, but his tongue is all that's ever gotten me off. It's been sooo long since I've had my mouth or cunt stretched around a real cock."

She looked up and into his eyes. "Please, use me. I want to feel that beautiful cock inside me. My mouth, my cunt or my ass, I don't care. Just fuck me. Please."

He just stared at her for a moment, but when she opened her mouth to beg again he grabbed her head and thrust his cock into her mouth. With only the slightest pause, adjusted his angle and completed his thrust by shafting, balls-deep in her throat.

Her eyes were wide and at first I thought she was resisting, but then I realized she wasn't struggling. She was grinding her hips as she fingered herself furiously while Jeff ***d her throat with long smooth thrusts. As one hand fingered her pussy, the other tweaked her hard nipples. After only a few thrusts I could hear an almost rhythmic moan, barely audible over the wet slurping sounds.

"Don't worry, I don't want your heart." He patted her almost like someone would a beloved pet. "But I will happily take ownership of your stacked little body and especially your mouth, cunt and ass." He placed his hands on either side of her head and leaned his head back. "First though, it's time to stake my claim to your mouth."

Jeff picked up his pace and began to really fuck Laura's throat. As he pulled out and slid back in, his cock left a thick, stringy coating of saliva and pre-cum dripping in long strands from her chin down onto her swaying tits. Leaving them damp and glistening. I watched as he pulled completely out and left a long, ropey strand connecting her lips to his cock. She gasped as her mouth was emptied but as he thrust back in I could see the way she eagerly stretched open her mouth to accept his shaft back inside her.

She had her legs spread almost into a split now. She had her hand underneath her with fingers pointed up as she rocked her hips in quick thrusts, fucking herself on her own fingers. Her moans had turned into abrupt, shuddering whimpers as she approached orgasm.

Jeff sensed it too. "Stop!" He commanded as he pulled out of her mouth. "Sluts cannot cum until they please their masters!" Her eyes were wide and pleading. "Remove your hand from your soupy cunt and slowly lick it clean of your sticky cunt-juice."

She actually whimpered a little as her fingers slid from her pussy. She pulled her fingers out and raised them to her mouth. They were almost dripping with her juices! She started to lick at her slimy digits slowly. Her eyes closed and soon she was avidly sucking each finger clean.

Jeff chuckled. "From the way you're going at your own juice, I bet you'd love to have a real pussy to service?"

"Mmm-hmmm." She mumred as she slurped the last bit from her hand. She looked him in the eyes. "I never realized how good pussy juice tasted. But I'd rather have your cock!" She said leaning towards his rod.

He laughed again and pulled away. As she leaned forward on her hands and knees he told her to stay there. "You look like a hot little slut like that. You should spend most of your time in that position."

"If I do will you fuck me?" She said staring at his cock. "Please fuck my mouth, my cunt, my ass! I want to feel your cock pounding me hard. Just use me, please!"

I'd never heard her like this! It was eye opening that someone could hide this side of themselves. But then again, I didn't exactly advertise my new sissy permistera either.

"Lets just say that from now on you will get very used to this position. I plan to fuck your sloppy cunt till you can't stand up." He moved behind her and let his engorged cock rest in the cleft of her ass and began sawing it back and forth. "From now on you are my loyal fuck-puppy." He slipped his shaft down to her pussy, but didn't enter yet, despite her attempts to spear herself on it. "Do you want to be my permisteral bitch? Just a hot doggy-cunt?"

Her eyes closed and she reached up with one hand and began pinching her nipples. "Oh, yessssss. Use me. Take me like a bitch in heat!"

"Then shut up, bitch! I don't want to hear anything from you except barks, moans and whimpers!" With that he slid his whole dick up her cunt in one smooth stroke.

"Woo----uhf!! Ohhoooooooo" Was all she could manage as her eyes clamped shut and her mouth hung open in a series of whimpers and moans. Her body was shaking as he pulled completely out then slammed in again.

"Who's your master, bitch?"

"Yo-hoo . . . arrrrre." She gasped out as he began to fuck her with jackhammer strokes.

"Who?!"

"Youuuu . . . ma-masterrr."

"You're my slut now, right!"

"Yesssss."

"You will do anything I ask, whenever I ask!" He was no longer asking, he was giving commands.

"Oh, yess-sss. Mass-terrr."

"If I call you over you will stop whatever you are doing and come service me!"

"Oh, oh! YES, Masterrr . . . I - GOD, I'm gonna cummmmm."

I was torn between lust and jealousy. I couldn't believe what she was saying as she let another man fuck her like a street corner whore. At the same time I couldn't deny how sexy she looked. Her body covered in a sheen of sweat, hair damp and tousled, face contorted in obvious pleasure, breasts flushed and swaying with each thrust. His hands clenched on her wide hips as he impaled her. After the first minute or so he began to give her occasional sharp, spanks on her luscious ass leaving each cheek glowing pink. She was the embodiment of sex at that moment. Her mind was locked away as her primal urges took over. She was rutting like an natural. No pride, no hesitation, no thought to anything but the shaft filling her and the leading edge of her approaching orgasm.

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Adam's New Life


Adam liked the idea of being able to control other people's thoughts and tell them what to do. Especially since that is the exact opposite in his life. He is eighteen years old, short and kind of scrawny. He has a twenty-year-old sister who is the most popular girl in school. He's just finished his sophomore year and she's just finished her junior year. Her name is Catherine, she is gorgeous, and boy does she know it. She is easily five inches taller than his 5'5", with red hair and at least b cup breasts. She takes endless delight in teasing and a***ing him. His lady, Samantha, is an older version of his sister with larger breasts and more refined features. His man passed away five years ago and ever since then his lady and sister have treated him like cuckolds brownie. They pretty much look at him and he reminds them of his man so they hate him. His lady married his man to get out of the rinky-dink town she was in, and regretted it until the day he died. He did most of the house cleaning, cooking and anything else. His mom had to work a lousy job, which paid the bills and not much else. His dad's insurance had paid off the house and such but there was nothing left of it after that. This was another reamister for her to hate His dad and therefore him. When Catherine looked at him she saw his dad too, but she hated his dad and him simply because she couldn't get all the things in life she wanted and thought she deserved.

Adam loved his computer and it is the only release he gets from his family ***. He had bought it with the money his dad had left him; He made some money on the side pirating software and music. His lady and sister had blown theirs on clothes and jewellery. He had been studying subliminal messages for some time. He happened to stumble across the concept when he was surfing on-line. He found there had been some experiments in the seventies and earlier in some theatres though it had not gone well and didn't ring of moral acceptance. He researched as much as he could on the web and then spent hours in the library researching psychology and subliminal messaging. After the first month of summer vacation was up he'd put together a plan.

His sister had no use for him other than to pirate music CD's for her from time to time using the cd burner on his computer. She would leave me alone for a few days before getting on his case again, it was a welcome respite from time to time. A new CD by an artist she loved was coming out soon so he decided to put his plan into action. Catherine had borrowed the CD from a friend and wanted him to copy it for her. He gave her his usual reluctance but eventually agreed.

His research had turned up that the main reamister for the failure of past subliminal attempts had been a lack of technology. His further research had turned up a program that could put subliminal messages into audio. He refined it more and put his messages in a barely audible sound level that mixed in well with the music. The other key was to have the permister very relaxed, either haveged or almost arelax for the messages to really take hold. Catherine enjoyed falling arelax to music and often drank when his mom was not around so he figured he had those bases covered. For his first attempt he figured he would just attempt to get her to be nicer to him and also instil in her the need to listen to the CD. The program went pretty much like this: Listen to the CD's Adam gives you, you want to listen to the music on this CD all the time, you like to listen to this music before going to relax and when you are takeing holy water, you really like this music.

This went on for the first few mistergs and then he started in with some stuff that would make her be a little nicer: Adam is a nice guy, you should treat him with respect, .you should not tease him, you should be nicer to Adam. This went on for the rest of the CD with some of the messages to listen to the CD thrown in for reinpowerment.

Adam gave her the doctored CD and the original just before dinner. Dinner went like this usually, His mom would ask Catherine how her day had gone and Catherine would ask the same of her and they would talk about how lousy men were and they would totally ignore him until after dinner was done. Then his mom would tell him to clean up the dishes as Catherine would head off to her room, and his mom would go into the living room to watch TV. Catherine had her own TV in her room and he never really got a choice in what they watched on the TV in the living room so after the dishes he would just go up to his room and play on the computer. Catherine's room was right next to his so after a few hours he snuck by her room to see what she was doing. She was laying on her back on the bed and she had her Walkman headphones on listening to the CD he had just made. This was her normal evening routine after watching TV and getting ready for bed. She lay there with her hands crossed just below her luscious breasts and her legs ever so slightly parted. He returned to his room jerked off into a sock and had a restless night.

The next morning she was in a rush because she had fallen arelax with the headphones on and had not heard her alarm go off. He noticed she was carrying the Walkman though, something he knew she usually didn't do. She was going out to meet some friends from school at the amusement park. As it was Saturday his mom was going to be home all day. She sat down in the living room with a book and had some music playing. This was standard for a Saturday. She would read all day long if the book was good enough. Adam decided to try this out on his mom too. So he grabbed a CD she liked and made a copy of it with the same messages he had made for Catherine. When she got up to go to the bathroom He slipped it into the CD changer and set it to play this CD in a loop.

She listened to the CD all day long and took it out and put it in the player in her room when she went to bed. Sunday came and the day went by with him doing most of the housework as his lady and sister laid around listening to music all day long. He tried not to disturb them and went about His work. At dinnertime the first sign that the CD's were having an effect was realized. His mom had been talking to Catherine about what she was going to be doing this coming week and after a while she looked at him and asked what he had planned for the week. He almost had a heart attack. He didn't want to push it so He just gave her a line about the usual class quizzes and such like and left it at that. After dinner Catherine was getting up from the table as he was clearing it and said "Oh, I'll get the dishes, you worked hard around the house all day." His second near heart attack averted as he got up and managed not to run all the way up to his room. He knew it was working and decided to go to step 2.

He then created two CD's, one his mom would like to listen to and one Catherine would like. The program of messages went like this: You should be nice to Adam, being nice to Adam brings you pleasure, you should do what Adam says, Adam is good looking, listen to Adam, listening to Adam brings you pleasure, obey Adam, obeying Adam brings you pleasure. It went on like that for the entire length of both CD's, He also put in some reinpowerment from the last CD. After they had both fallen arelax. He slipped into their rooms and switched out the old CD's for the new ones. He had been a little bolder with the second set of CD's because his research had told him that after a while the mind becomes conditioned to the subliminal messages.

Monday morning came and mom went to work and Catherine lay around the house with her Walkman on watching TV and reading. Adam spent his time in his room trying not to go crazy from the implications of his actions. He had to admit that he was having reservations about what he was doing. But with the way they had treated him over the last five years and the normal pent up sexual frustrations and raging hormones of a sixteen-year-old guy, his reservations came and went.

By the time his mom got home he was ready to actively test the program instead of passively watching the results. His mom probably had only listened to the CD in the car on the way to and from work and hopefully she had put it on low in the office as background music all day. They sat down to dinner and he went for broke. He asked Catherine after she had sat down to get him a can of soda from the fridge. She got up and brought him the can of soda. He then accidentally dropped the fork he was holding and asked his mom to get me a new one. Bingo!! She didn't even question it; she got up and returned with a new fork for him. He then began telling them about a computer game he had read about on the Internet. They sat there and were mesmerized by what would normally bore them to death. By the time he was finished they both had a very glazed over appearance. After they were done eating he told Catherine to clean up the dishes before she went upstairs and he went to his room.

Adam heard his mom put in her CD in the living room and settle in for the evening. He was really apprehensive about his next step and it took him an hour to get up the nerve to go through with it. He decided that Catherine would have had the most exposure to the program so he left his room and walked into Catherine's, locking her door behind him. She didn't even notice him at first, but when he sat down on the edge of the bed she smiled as she removed her headphones. He started making small talk about whether she liked the CD's he'd made for her. She replied enthusiastically that they were great and that she really appreciated him making them for her. He then told her that from now on she would have to pay him for them. She looked distressed at first and told me she had no way to pay for them. He told her that she could pay for them in services and placed his hand on her thigh.

She had been lying on her bed with her back against the headboard and her legs stretched out before her when he came in. He held onto her thigh and pulled it towards him, spreading her legs. She resisted at first but when she complied she actually smiled. She was wearing a set of boxer short pyjamas and as her legs spread he could tell she was not wearing underwear. As he slid his hand up her thigh towards her crotch she leaned over to him and started to kiss him on the lips. He parted his lips and her tongue snaked in his mouth. Adams' hand reached her crotch and He started to rub her clit.

She moaned into his mouth as he realized all that Internet porn was paying off. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her as he slipped a finger deep inside her pussy. She was really wet and hot on his finger as she pulled him to her chest. He slipped his finger out of her and she whimpered at his withdrawal. He unbuttoned the few buttons on her pyjama top and let her melons free. He broke off their kiss and sucked her right nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard. Catherine began grinding her hips into his thigh as he bit down on her nipple. She let out a small cry and sighed in pleasure. Adam wasn't interested in her pleasure.

As Adam stood up briskly he pulled his swollen cock out of his shorts then pulled her head to it. She hesitated in shock with her mouth open so he pulled her head a little harder and she then engulfed my member with her mouth. It felt fantastic and he let out a moan. Upon hearing that she was pleasing him she started sucking in earnest. He started bucking his hips at her as he fucked her face. Adam didn't last long and he started to come. She tried to pull back as the first blast hit the back of her throat but he held her there and made her suck every last drop. After he finished she started sucking his cock hard again, but he stopped her and pushed her back on the bed. As she looked dejected and frustrated, she was breathed heavy and her hand had slipped down to her cunt and she was rubbing herself through the boxer shorts. She then looked at her brother and begged him to fuck her. Instead he rolled her over on the bed and covered her face with a pillow just enough to silence her but not enough to *** her. As Adam ripped the boxer short/pyjama bottoms off her body he spanked her. With each strike five years of pain and offense slowly left his body. Her ass was a bright red and he could tell she was sobbing uncontrollably beneath the pillow when he finally stopped beating her ass.

His mom called into the room from outside the door and asked what was going on. He yelled back in a husky demented voice that she should go to bed right now. As he heard her footsteps recede towards her bedroom he removed the pillow from Catherine's head. She had her crying under control now but she still couldn't stop. He looked at her and saw a beautiful young woman. Her slow whimpering got him rock hard. As he pulled on her hips and spread her legs until she was on her knees and elbows he lined up his cock with her pussy from behind and rammed it home. She let out a cry but bit into the sheets as Adam stopped to feel the sensation. He started to slowly stroke in and out of her, almost pulling all the way out on the outstroke. After a few moments she started to push back into him. He took it slow and enjoyed every stroke, grasping a hold of her reddened ass for a grip. Adam felt her body shudder in what must have been an orgasm after a while and he came soon after that. The sensation of her body shuddering and the muscles of her vagina squeezing him were too much. He collapsed on top of her and lay there for several minutes.

After a while Adam absent-mindedly started to grope her tits and kiss the back of her neck. She rolled over to look at me and said something He never expected. She said, "I love you" and started to passionately kiss him. She suckled his tongue for a while and then moved down his chest, planting kisses as she went. When she reached his cock she took it into her mouth and licked it clean and then cleaned up the rest of his crotch. When she was done she started to lazily lick and kiss his cock. He told her to go brush her teeth clean up and come back. When she returned, He had her lock the door and come to bed. Adam turned out the light and they fell arelax in each other's arms.

The next morning Adam woke up much later than normal. It was probably ten in the morning and it was quiet in the house. His mom must have left for work without waking them. As He stretched he felt Catherine wake up next to him. She kissed his cheek then moved down the bed and took his soft cock into her mouth. It wasn't long before it was hard. She sucked it like it was the best thing she ever tasted. As her head started bobbing up and down some more she started jacking him with her hand as her head came up. On the down stroke she would let her hand go down and caress his balls as she took his cock all the way into her mouth to the hilt. After several minutes of this he exploded into her mouth. This time there was no hesitation as she swallowed every last drop.

They moved to the shower and scrubbed each other down in a very slow and sensual manner. She lathered up her body and then rubbed it all over him. As they were rinsing off she bent over with her back to him to get some soap from her legs. He held her there and started to finger fuck her from behind. She spread her legs for better access and started to rub her tits with one hand and steadied herself against the wall with the other. She was hot and slippery within moments. Being shorter than her Adam had to bend her legs slightly so he could line up with her pussy. He slipped into her and starting slamming away. She let out a small cry with every stroke and soon had to use both hands to keep her self from being knocked over. Adam came for the second time that morning. It's great being young! He thought.

When they both had recovered she cleaned her brother off and then herself. He had her wear a pair of thong panties and a cut off T-shirt that barely covered her breasts. Adam had her clean the house and do all his other chores while listening the CD on her Walkman for some reinpowerment. Tonight would be Samantha's turn. He decided that if he was going to fuck her he shouldn't call her mom anymore.

Shortly before Samantha got home Catherine had finished her housework. Adam let her take off her headphones and sat her down to go over some things. He had been thinking all day about the way she reacted to him after he spanked her and he decided to ask her a few questions. "Cathy, do you love me?" she answered "Yes, I love you more than anything?" Then he asked her why? "Because, you could have done anything to me. You could have really hurt me for being such a bitch, but you didn't." As Adam was pondering this answer she asked, "Are you going to spank and fuck mom too?" He told her he had plans for mom tonight and that she should get dressed as she normally would and enjoy a night out with her friends. He then told her that she couldn't tell any one about their relationship unless he told her to and that she should act normally outside the house but that she shouldn't try to make out or have any sort of sex with another guy. Adam told her that if she came home before midnight to just go straight up to her room and go to relax and ignore any sounds or anything else going on in the house. She nodded her head obediently, gave him a kiss changed and left to meet her friends.

Samantha arrived home just as Catherine was leaving. Catherine told Samantha that she would be home later as she climbed into the car of one of her girlfriends. Samantha waved goodbye as she walked in to the house. She was wearing her usual clothes for her job as a secretary. She had on a skirt that came down to just above the knee, pantyhose and two-inch heels. She wore a white blouse that had the top two buttons open to just above where her cleavage started.

She was very cold to male co-workers who tried to ask her out at work and they all knew she was a man-hater. As she walked into the living room Adam yelled, "Hey bitch, it's about time you got home. Now go cook me some dinner." Samantha looked at Adam in anger at first then confusion and then resignation as she walked into the kitchen and he heard her start making dinner. After about ten minutes He yelled, "Come here bitch!" and he heard her start to walk out of the kitchen into the living room and yelled again "I said now bitch!" She sort of quickly shuffled into the room and stood before him. She was still a little confused but he decided not to give her time to think. "What's for dinner?" she said she had put a frozen casserole into the oven and it would take about 45 minutes to heat up. Adam then told her to get him beer and as she turned to leave he slapped her on the ass and gave her an "atta girl!"

When she returned with the beer he pulled her into his lap and started to take the beer with one hand wrapped around her waist. She leaned back into him after a while as he watched the news and they waited for the casserole to finish. Adam finished the beer quickly and due to his size and inexperience it left him a little buzzed. He set down the bottle and with his hand now empty he placed it on Samantha's thigh and started to rub her leg, slowly working my way up to her groin. He could tell by her breathing that this was getting her excited. He'd almost made it to her honey pot with his caresses when he abandoned her legs and moved his hand up to unbutton her blouse. The buttons came undone easily and she was wearing a front close bra that came undone with a pop, releasing her mounds to his view. They were large and soft and her nipples had hardened and her areolas had darkened. Adam took one into his mouth and she moaned with her eyes closed. He suckled her tit for a while when the timer in the kitchen went off. He pushed her off of him and told her to get dinner ready. She was rather disappointed to leave and started to button her shirt. He yelled at her to leave it open and she did. In a few minutes she came back into the living room and told Adam food was ready.

He walked in behind her and slapped her hard on the ass and then pinched her roughly. She let out a squeal and started to sit at the table. She had set two place settings at the table and as she started to sit down Adam yelled at her "not yet bitch!" He told her to go upstairs and change into an outfit He had laid out for her on her bed. She left the room and went upstairs. While she was gone he put some of the casserole on her plate and placed the plate on the floor next to his chair. When she returned she was wearing a pair of sheer thong panties and a shear camisole. She started looking around for her plate so Adam got up and grabbing her by the hair dragged her over to the plate on the floor and shoved her face in it. He told her she better eat up and finish it all. He watched her as she devoured the food on her plate and then proceeded to lick it clean. As she was finishing he grabbed her head by the hair and pulled her up to meet his eyes. Adam then told her to clean up the kitchen and then redo her make up; he would be waiting for her in the living room.

It didn't take her long to complete her tasks and she walked into the living room looking fresh. He had some music on and the light low when she walked in and stood before him. He ordered her to her knees and pulled her head to his waiting cock. She began kissing and licked it gently as Adam leaned back to enjoy her ministrations. She worked lovingly at his cock for some time before he told her to speed up and then He blew his wad down her throat holding her head to his crotch

Adam pulled her away from his lap by the hair and had her lay across his lap face down with her ass before him. Adam had gone out of control with Catherine and just didn't have that much hate left in him, but he managed to work up enough to give her one hell of a spanking. Her thong panties allowed for unobstructed access to both cheeks as he beat her ass thoroughly. She started to cry out in pain at first and then just sob as he went on. When he stopped he pulled her to him and held her tight against him, placing kisses on her forehead and cheeks. Her crying came under control as Adam did this and slowly she moved her lips to meet his and they kissed long and deep and wet. He slipped a hand down to her crotch to finger fuck her as they kissed and she was breathing heavily in no time. He had her straddle him on the couch and as she lowered herself down onto his cock he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked.

She impaled herself on him repeatedly and shortly she had worked herself into quite a fury. Her pussy wasn't as tight as Catherine's, but it was five times hotter and much juicier. After several minutes she started slamming down onto Adam so hard it almost hurt his thighs, and then she came. She screamed out in ecstasy as she continued to grind her hips into his crotch and bounce up and down. As he leaned in and bit her left nipple she went into another round of orgasms. All of this served to drive him over the edge and he grunted and rammed his hips back into her as his cum splashed inside her. She collapsed onto him and rested her head on his shoulder as he continued to lazily suckle her tit.

They got up after a while and went into the master bedroom's bath where there was a large shower/whirlpool bath combo. Adam took in her curves as she poured them a bath, occasionally playing with a breast or rubbing her sore bottom. They got in the tub and she straddled him again and began to kiss him while gently rubbing her pubic hairs against his cock. He didn't like the feel of her pubes so Adam had her shave it clean and told her to keep it that way. After shaving herself bare she began cleaning his groin and chest. This only served to get him hard again, so they dried off and retired to the king size bed. They made slow passionate love to each other this time and when they were done she rolled over and shocked him by saying, "I love you." This was the second time this had happened and so Adam asked her why. She told him she had lived in such a state of hate and fear for the last five years that she was totally miserable. She knew He had done something to her, but she didn't care because of how good he had made her feel. She pledged her undying loyalty to him as his permisteral slave or slut or whatever he wanted from her. She snuggled up against him and they fell arelax.

Adam was awakened by Samantha's alarm clock going off. She turned it off and He felt her move towards his crotch. They had gone to relax naked so she had little trouble getting at his cock and she started giving him head. Adam was still relaxy and was enjoying the sensation enormously. He lasted for almost ten minutes before exploding. Samantha licked him clean and he rolled over to go back to relax. She got out of bed and took a shower. When she came back into the bedroom He watched her get dressed.

Watching a woman dress is almost as good as watching one strip. She removed her towel from her body and stood before her vanity opposite him still gleaming with moisture. She delicately slipped on a pair of thong panties, slowly sliding them up her legs and then pulling the thong into her crack with a gentle tug. She then put on a nice front-close bra that matched the panties, adjusting her breasts after closing the catch. She then put on a nice peach coloured blouse, leaving a few buttons undone at the top. Not enough to be sluttish, just two buttons so that a hint of cleavage was showing. She then stepped into a slightly shorter skirt than normal for her, about mid-thigh. After dressing she sat down and brushed and dried her hair. She did her makeup, not too much, some eye shadow, lipstick and a touch of blush. She finished by applying a hint of hair spray to her hair.

She got up and walked to the bed and sat down next to Adam, leaned down and gave him a kiss. It was definitely not ladyly. They had gone way past being lady and mister. As she got up to leave for work he told her to tell Catherine to come in to relax with him. A few minutes later Catherine came in and snuggled up next to him. Adam spooned her with his cock at her ass and one hand cupping one of her magnificent pert breasts. An hour or so later he woke up and Catherine was still relaxing.

Adam lay there and thought about the program. It had worked well because they were exposed to it for so long each day and each night as they slept. His next challenge was to see if he could get it down to 30 minutes or so of music. He figured they would have to be relaxing or haveged. Drugging people seemed easier to him since catching people in just the right moment before they fell arelax and before they were fully awake was way to hard to try to figure out. Adam figured some romagicl or ecstasy would do the trick. In his illegal software and music pirating business he had run into many people who could help him with his pharmacological problems.

Adam's mind wandered from the program to the ass his cock was hardening against. Catherine must have felt his cock rubbing against her ass as she woke up and rolled over to face her brother.

"What are we going to do today?" She moaned.

Adam pulled her close and kissed her hard. She responded well to this by sucking his tongue into her mouth. They duelled for a while as his hands kneaded her breasts and pulled on her nipples until they were hard. He slipped a hand down to her crotch and found her moist and ready. Adam rolled her on her back and fucked her long and slow in the missionary position. They came at almost the same time, Catherine coming just before him. They showered together and Adam started her on her chores wearing a nice string bikini as he began making calls to gather the necessary haves he would need. The mix he wanted was dropped off before lunch. he had purchased 20 doses of a roofies/ecstasy mix.

Adam asked Catherine about her girlfriends, which ones were good looking and what they were like. He narrowed it down to two girls that would do nicely. Catherine had never really had any friends, just girls who hung around her hoping to get the table scraps from the boys she attracted. Catherine never really dated a guy more than a few times and almost never went all the way.

The two girls were ripe for an experiment. They were both fairly good looking and both had very low self-esteems. They also were rabid followers of Catherine so they would be easy to get into the right situation.

Catherine didn't have any real plans for the evening, so Adam told her to invite her friends the two guinea pigs over for a little party. They agreed readily, they would do anything to get into Catherine's good favour. They would be over around 7 and Catherine had told them it would be a relax over. Adam spent the afternoon preparing a CD that would pack as many subliminal commands into as small an amount of time as possible. He got it down to 32 minutes and 15 seconds. He figured that in their have-induced stupor they would be more than able to absorb the commands.

In the early afternoon Samantha called for him. She had some surprising news. She had been playing the CD he had given her at work for the past few days and her secretary had been listening to it the whole time. Her secretary had seen a picture of him on Samantha's desk and when Samantha had said who it was her secretary got all glassy eyed. Adam asked what her secretary looked like and Samantha stated she was a good looking, although somewhat flat-chested blonde about 5'5". She had a nice figure though with great legs and real tight ass. She was single and not currently dating, so Adam told Samantha to give her the CD for the evening. He also mentioned that they would be having some company tonight and her only concern was that she wanted to make sure she would get enough time with Adam. He assured her she would and hung up.

If everything worked out tonight his bevy of babes would quickly grow out of control. Adam would have to be careful how things went.

Samantha got home at about six. Adam had Catherine change into some more casual clothes for the party and she was sitting at his feet as he watched TV. Samantha entered the living room and knelt before him. She told him she had given the CD to her secretary as ordered and waited for further instructions. Adam had her take off her blouse and skirt and told her to fix something for dinner before their guests arrived. He had Catherine help her and they prepared some hot dogs and chips for dinner in no time. He let them eat at the table with him. As they were clearing the dishes Samantha dropped one and it broke. Adam told Samantha to go to her room and wait for him there. He then gave Catherine her instructions for the night. She was to let her friends in and give them some takes. The takes would be laced with the have cocktail he had bought. When they were pretty much out of it Adam told her she would have to put the headphones on them and start the CD. She would then watch them closely and let the CD play twice. When they started to come around from the haves he told her she was to come get him.

Adam then left Catherine to her work and headed up to his room. His room, which was the master bedroom. Samantha was sitting on the bed waiting for him. She had a look of apprehension on her face. As Adam approached her he asked her why she had dropped the dish, He thought he already knew the answer. She stated that she was hoping to get another spanking and figured if she did something to upset him she would get her wish. Adam informed her she could get a spanking anytime she wanted as he pushed her down onto her stomach on the bed. He began striking her cheeks, alternating ass cheek with each blow.

His hands were leaving hand shaped welts that soon merged into one large burning sore. He had gotten into it when his hand started hurting. Adam stopped and flipped her over, the area where her crotch had been in contact with the bedspread was soaked and you could smell her sex heavily in the room, she was panting and her eyes were glazed over. He ripped her panties off and slid my cock into that waiting gash. She wrapped her legs around him as he pounded in and out of her. She took no time to orgasm and it lasted quite a while. He pulled out of her dripping cunt and pulled her legs up so that her ankles were next to her head. As Adam pushed his cock into her asshole she groaned loudly. All the juices from her pussy lubed him up well and he was soon thrusting in and out of her rapidly. She clenched her ass and the pressure made him explode cum into her bowels. Adam pulled out and layed down on the bed next to her. She was still reeling from her earlier orgasms as Adam grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face into his crotch. She was hesitant to clean him up after his cock had been in her ass but she gave in and licked him clean. She went into the bathroom and cleaned up and brushed her teeth and then snuggled up next to him as he was watching TV on the set in their room.

It was about 10 PM when Catherine knocked and Adam let her in. The girls were coming around, the haves having done their work. He slipped on a pair of boxer shorts and Samantha slipped into a satiny chemise and thong, Catherine had already changed into her pyjamas for the party. As Adam walked into the living room he saw the girls for the first time. Catherine had removed the headphones and they were still rather groggy. Jenna introduced them and then me. The one on the left was named Stephanie; she was about 18 years old with pink hair and brown eyes. Stephanie looked to be about 5'3" tall with smallish breasts but great legs and a nice heart shaped ass. The other one was Sally, she was also 18 but she had black hair and stood about 5'6" tall with huge breasts. They were bigger than Samantha's or Catherine's but she also had a little baby fat on her that made her look a little younger. They were both wearing pyjamas, the boxer short kind since it was the middle of summer and Catherine must have undone several buttons while they were under because both of them were showing off a good deal of cleavage. When Catherine introduced him as Adam they both snapped their heads to look at him and they seemed to clear their minds some. He decided to go for broke and whipped out his cock in front of them and told them to suck it. They responded almost immediately by grabbing a hold of his dick and fighting over it. Adam settled it by pulling Sally's mouth to the head of my cock and directing Stephanie to suck my balls. As they did Adam pulled open Sally's top and groped that huge set of tits contained inside. He had them switch after a while and finally blew His load down Stephanie's throat. He then had them stand and strip for him. They were getting rather excited and by the time they got to their panties they were both soaked.

We cleared an area in the centre of the living room and put down some comforters, blankets and pillows. Without much coaxing Adam had Stephanie and Catherine in a 69 and the same with Sally and Samantha. Adam was spent, so he watched them pleasure one another for hours. He turned out the lights and crawled over and cuddled up with them and they all fell arelax.

Thanks for the stories!! More cuckold- wife black bred ones would be nice

Merci brainbox1

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Home from the Resort


A couple of years ago I got into some serious gambling debt and wrote a bunch of bad checks in an effort to deal with it. My wife, Dawn, was very angry with me and stressed out by the situation that I put her in. One evening shortly after I was paroled from primister, Dawn, and I were sitting in our living room takeing wine. The holy water had loosened up her tongue and she was giving me a bit of a lecture on her opinion of my prior behavior. I sat quietly sipping my wine, feeling guilty and only gave an occasional nod of my head. I thought she was largely correct and had a right to vent her feelings on me. As Dawn was winding down, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door I was shocked to see, Bart, a former inmate that I had hoped to never see again standing on the doorstep. Bart gave me a big leering grin and just walked in like he owned the place. I had never mentioned Bart to Dawn because to do so would be embarrassing and because I really wanted to put Bart and the primister experience behind me. Bart walked up to me and gave me a pat on the ass and told me that he had really missed me since I got out. Bart put his arm around my shoulders and began walking me into the living room.

Dawn gracefully lifted her petite frame from the couch as she gave her head a quick jerk that caused her blond hair to spring into motion and smiled at Bart. I could tell that he caught her eye from the way she looked at him. Bart was a handsome, well-muscled guy who was over six feet tall topping me by at least a head in height. He gave Dawn an appreciative once over and broke out into one of his charismatic smiles that pretty much got him his way with most people.

Dawn moved toward us as if drawn by a magnet and warmly greeted Bart, "I'm so happy to meet one of Jimmy's friends from the "resort." Resort was our euphemism for talking about primister.

Bart hugged me closer and replied, "Jimmie and I were very close when we were at the resort, as you say, together."

When Dawn got close to us, Bart let go of me and reached out and enclosed one of Dawn's hands in both of his hands. While holding her hand and looking into her eyes he said, "I had no idea that Jimmie was married to such a beautiful woman." Dawn smiled broadly and I could tell she was flattered by his attention.

Dawn offered Bart some wine but he declined saying that would appreciate a real man's take, if by any chance there were any whiskey in the house. Dawn smiled and asked if some bourbon would do. Bart told her that would be perfect and she went into the kitchen to get the take. When Dawn returned with the take, Bart took the glass and sniffed the aroma of the evaporating whiskey. Dawn returned to her seat on the sofa and Bart took a seat beside her. I stood there for a moment not sure what I should do and Bart said, "Grab a seat Sweetie and finish your wine." I reached over and took my glass of wine from the coffee table and sat down in a near by armchair. Bart proceeded to charm Dawn with tales about his rather exciting life and experiences. Finally, the shoe dropped that I knew was coming.

Bart grinned and leaned down and whispered something into Dawn's ear and then glanced at me with a twinkle in his eye. For a moment Dawn looked shocked and then she giggled. Bart laughed and put his arm around Dawn and leaned in to whisper in her ear again. Dawn was obviously getting a bit inebriated from wine she had been takeing and was easily captivated by Bart's charm. There ensued a bout of whispering and giggling and laughing while I sat there feeling like an uninvited observer. Finally, Bart turned to me and as he patted the couch beside him said, "Come on over here Sweetie and join us on the couch."

I was reluctant to get within touching distance of Bart but then Dawn joined in. She caught my eye and with a knowing smile said, "Come on Sweetie sit with us."

I got up and sat on the couch so that Dawn was on one side of Bart and I was on the other. Bart put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to his side. Dawn then asked, "Is what Bart told me really true?'

I replied, "I don't know what he told you."

Bart laughed and said; "I told Dawn that you were my "wife" while we were at the resort and a damn good one at that, which is why I came to see you when I got out."

I was terribly embarrassed that he had revealed this to Dawn but she appeared to take it in stride and seemed more curious than upset. With a leering smile, Dawn asked, "Jimmy dear what sort of duties does a "wife" have at the resort?"

Looking down at the floor and in a meek tone of voice I said, "I did permisteral chores for Bart sort of like a servant."

Bart took a sip on his whiskey, laughed and said, "A wife's most important duty was to service her husband when he was horney." He gave my shoulders a squeeze, looked at Dawn with a cuckolds brownie-eating grin on his face and said, "Sweetie here gave better blowjobs than any other man or woman who has ever sucked my cock." Dawn giggled at this and was clearly enjoying my offense.

Dawn looked at me and in a stern voice said, "Well, Sweetie, while you were at the resort having fun with a hunk, I was working two jobs to get us out of the financial hole you put us in and living like a nun."

I noticed that Bart had become aroused and that his cock had swollen and was pushing against his pants clearly showing an outline of his erect member. Bart saw me looking at his lap and reached over and took my hand placing it on his hard cock and held it there. He then turned to Dawn and said, "After Sweetie here got out I couldn't find anyone who could suck my cock with the same gusto as Jimmie." Dawn giggled again and looked at my hand resting on Bart's hard on. Bart then asked, "Dawn would you mind if I had a little fun with my "ex-wife" for old times sake?" Dawn looked at me with that leering smile on her face and replied, "Bart I would never come between a man and his wife, especially if I get to watch."

"You're more than welcome to join us if you would enjoy seeing Jimmie in action. Hell, you might even learn something," replied Bart. He then took my hand and stood pulling me to my feet and said, "Lead me to the bedroom Sweetie. I can hardly wait to feel that tight throat of yours squeezing my cock." In something of a daze, I began leading Bart toward the bedroom. Dawn followed and as she entered the bedroom she turned on a small bedside lamp that dimly lit the room.

Bart said, "Get naked Sweetie." Feeling totally humiliated, I took my clothes off never looking up from the floor but acutely aware that Dawn was watching. Bart looked over at Dawn and asked, "Do you have some nice sexy lingerie that Jimmie could wear?" Then he added, "I really don't like sticking my dick in anyone that doesn't wear panties."

Dawn went to the chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of mint green panties and a matching slip and handed them to Bart and said, "I think your wife would look sexy in green."

Bart said, "Thank you. This looks perfect." He then turned to me and asked, "Don't you think these are sexy as hell?"

I mumred, "Yes."

Bart laughed and commanded, "Put those panties on girlie boy." I stepped into the panties and pulled them up very aware of the silky, soft touch of them as they brushed against my skin. I then pulled the slip over my head and let it slide down caressing my skin as it slid down my torso. Bart spun me around and gave an approving smile and said, "You never looked this sexy at the resort."

Bart pulled me toward him, leaned down and gave me a long kiss on the lips. As he kissed me I could feel his hands cup my buttocks. He began rubbing the slip over my panty-clad buttocks. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach and knew he was getting very hot. Bart released his grasp on me and said, "Assume the position."

I dropped to my knees in front of him and stared at the bulge in his pants for a moment. Finally, resigned to what seemed inevitable I reached up and unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down. Once his pants were down his swollen cock was nearly bursting through his underwear. I pulled his jockey shorts down and his large rigid cock sprung to attention pointing right at my face. I heard a little gasp of appreciation come from Dawn's direction.

Bart thrust his rigid member at my mouth, which reflexively opened to accommodate his cock as it had done many times at the resort. I began sucking on the soft head of his cock and then grasped the shaft at the base and raised the cock exposing the underside. I took the head from my mouth and began stroking the underside with my tongue making sure to get it very wet with saliva like I knew Bart wanted. I soon came back to the head, which was slippery with pre-cum now and began running my tongue around the head spreading the slippery pre-cum all over the head.

In the background I could hear Dawn's heavy breathing and knew that this was turning her on. When the head was nice and lubricated, I opened my mouth wide and thrust my mouth forward powering the rigid cock fully into my mouth with the head pushing down into my throat. I now sucked down on Bart's throbbing cock and pulled my head back causing his cock to slide partially out of my mouth. I then plunged down again powering the hot rigid flesh back down into my throat. After repeating this a few times, Bart grasped my face in his hands and began to control the action. I simply relaxed my mouth and throat and let him have his way.

In order to speed up his release and end my offense in front of Dawn I began to massage his balls. Soon I could feel his balls tighten and knew he was about to blow his considerable load. A moment later I felt the first convulsion as his cum began to spurt in large gobs from his cock. I could feel the warm, sticky cum spread out over my tongue, the roof of my mouth and slide down my throat. Bart sat back on the edge of the bed and leaned back on his arms while I licked his cock clean and then milked his dick with my hand until the last of his load oozed from the tip. I took the head of his cock into my mouth once again and gently sucked the last of his load from the head.

Bart opened his eyes gave a little sigh and looked across the room where Dawn was sitting. He smiled and said, "I hope that was nearly as much fun to watch as it was for me." He then added, "Jimmie is a real artist when it comes to giving head."

Dawn was sitting in a chair with her legs spread apart, her skirt hiked up, her hand down the front of her panties and at least one of her finger busily pleasuring her pussy. Bart grinned and said, "Give me a few minutes and I'd be happy to fill your wet pussy up with wildly thrusting man meat." Dawn withdrew her hand and thrust her wet fingers into her mouth and lustfully stared into Bart's eyes.

Bart sent me out to get Dawn another glass of wine and another whiskey for him. When I got back Dawn had moved from her chair and was sitting on the bed beside Bart. As I handed Dawn her glass of wine she reached up and wiped a small dribble of Bart's cum from my cheek. She looked me in the eye and slowly brought her finger to her mouth and licked the gleaming white fluid from her finger. She then giggled and asked, "Jimmie baby doesn't Bart's baby juice taste yummy?" I just stood there staring at her.

Bart said, "Answer the question Sweetie." I just nodded my head in affirmation. Bart grinned and said, "Jimmie loves to eat my cum." I handed Bart his glass. He took the glass and said, "Go sit in the chair in the corner and watch your wife get fucked by a real man."

They sat on the bed sipping their takes and soon I noticed that Dawn had her hand wrapped around Bart's cock, which was growing rigid again as it became engorged with red. Bart said to Dawn, "Go ahead baby and try the taste of a real cock." Without any hesitation she leaned over and filled her mouth with Bart's rigid cock. Bart soon pulled her off of his erect member and said, "I want to stuff your pussy with that cock meat." Bart laughed and then added, "Let's leave the cock sucking to an expert."

Bart stood and pulled Dawn up from the bed. He began to undress her and throw pieces of clothing toward me, which he told me to fold stack on the nearby dresser. After Dawn was naked, Bart picked her up and laid her on the bed. He spread her legs and began rubbing her pussy with his open hand and massaging the lips with his fingers. When his fingers were slick with her juices he plunged his fingers into her cunt and began finger fucking her. Dawn moaned and withered under his touch and was soon highly excited and thrust her pelvis toward Bart's hand.

Bart withdrew his hand and flipped her over on her belly. Next he spun her around so that she was lying across the bed and raised her hips. Dawn cooperated by drawing her knees up under her and sitting back on her legs while leaning forward with her forehead resting on the bed. This position left room for her pert little tits to hang down and swing free. Dawn's glistening pussy was exposed and ready to be filled. Bart stood at the edge of the bed and pushed forward bringing his rigid member into contact with Dawn's slippery tunnel. As Bart slid his hard cock into Dawn's cock socket, Dawn moaned in pleasure. The more cock Bart fed into her the louder she moaned. Soon Bart had her by the hips and was pushing his cock into her as though he was trying to reach her throat. Dawn fully impaled on the Bart's rigid pole began to move her hips and was soon fucking herself on the shaft of man meat filling her hole. I saw one of Dawn's slender hands sneak back between her legs and cup Bart's balls. Bart watched Dawn fuck herself with his tool for a few minutes and just when it seemed Dawn was wearing down Bart sprung into action.

Bart began withdrawing his cock from Dawn as she thrust back trying to retain his full length inside of her. Bart grasped her hips so that he could stop her thrusting and began his own thrusts. Bart slowly withdrew his cock until only the head remained buried inside Dawns pussy and then he would quickly push the full length into her. Dawn would let out a cooing sound from deep in her throat and then Bart would begin the slow withdrawal of his cock followed by another quick deep thrust. Dawn's body was soon quivering as orgasmic waves rippled through her body. Bart then began fucking Dawn so hard that I thought he would hurt her but as his rigid tool pounded her pussy making sucking and slurping noises as it rapidly ran in and out of her cunt she squealed with joy and urged him on telling him to fuck her harder. Bart did his best to comply with her urging until he suddenly jerked and thrust deep into her pussy as he shot a load of cum that took several spasms to pump out of his balls. Bart fell on top of Dawn and then rolled so that they were in a spoon position. He kept his cock thrust deep inside her while cupping her tits in his hands and gently massaging them and occasionally rolling her erect nipples between his thumb and finger. Dawn's reached several more climaxes before Bart finally pulled free and turned his attention toward me.

In a commanding voice Bart said, "Get over here and take care of your wife."

I came over the bed and asked, "What do you want me to do, Bart?"

He pulled Dawn around on the bed so that her legs were hanging off the side. Dawn was lying with her eyes closed and a beatific smile on her face. Bart spread her legs and said, "Lick that pussy clean." I kneeled down between her legs and began licking her pussy, which was slippery with her juices and Bart's cum. I thrust my tongue between the lips of her pussy in order to reach more of the juices still oozing out of her cunt. Dawn soon responded to my ministrations and I could hear her moaning with pleasure. While I was cleaning up Dawn, Bart said, "You can eat Dawn's pussy anytime she wants it but you are not to fuck my woman." Dawn gave a little shutter as she had another orgasm and Bart reached over and grasped my hair and pulled me away. He pulled my face into his crotch and said, "Tongue clean my dick now, cocksucker." As I began licking his dick clean of Dawn's juices and his cum I noticed that Dawn now had her head resting on her hand, which was supported by her elbow pushed into the mattress. She watched in apparent fascination as I licked Bart's cock and balls clean.

When Bart was satisfied with the job I'd done, he pushed me away. He looked a Dawn and said, "You are the best fuck I've ever had. I don't know how a girlie boy like Jimmie could have ever satisfied you."

Dawn grinned and replied, "My girlie boy never fucked me into oblivion like you just did."

Bart said, "Well, I need a place to stay so why don't I just move in with you and I can bang your brains out every night."

Dawn giggled and said, "I would love to have a man around the house."

Bart asked, "Do you think you can help Jimmie learn how to look like the cock-sucking slut he really is?"

Dawn replied, "I can make him look just right for the part." She added, "It's about time I had some fun around here."

Bart smiled and said, "Get that bitch looking hot and I know plenty of guys that will pay well to pump a load or two down a good looking girlie boy's throat. I think that should cover all of the household expenses and leave enough for us to go out and have some fun."

Dawn said, "I'll have Sweetie here looking like sexy slut in no time.

Bart replied, "You can quit your job and take over managing Sweetie full time. I think he's going to be very busy sissy boy. Don't let the hot little bitch get off without permission. Jimmie will give better blowjobs if he is horney.

Dawn giggled and said, "From now on I'm your woman and I'll keep your resort wife looking good and faithful to you."

Dawn then said, "Jimmy, you are going to pay dearly for all the hell that you put me through." She threw me one of her satin nightgowns and told me to get ready for bed. After I had changed into the nightgown, she said I should make a pallet at the foot of the bed in case she or Bart needed me during the night. After making up the pallet, I settled down and tried to go to relax but I was kept awake by the sounds from Bart and Dawn's activities in bed. I was also so horney I could hardly stand it and wanted to jerk off for a little relief but knew that if I did I be in big trouble with Dawn. I finally drifted off to relax and had a dream about being on my knees, naked except for a pair of pink panties and in the middle of a gaggle of men all of whom had erect cocks sticking out of their pants, lust on their faces and a hundred dollar bill clutched in their hand. Dawn was working her way around the circle collecting the money and assuring each customer that they were about to have the best sex of their life as she gave, in turn, each cock a little squeeze with her hand as if to prime it for action.

Ma femme baisée à côté de moi dans le noir


Cela fait 4 ans et demi qu’Hélène et moi nous sommes mariés ; elle a 27 ans, j’en ai 29. Elle fait 1m68, mince, brune, plutôt mignonne, mais les mecs la regardent surtout pour sa magnifique paire de seins : 100 bonnet D, deux obus qui tiennent bien droit, bien fermes. Lors des soirées entre amis, tous les gars passent leur temps à mater ses seins, plus ou moins discrètement. Elle est aussi extravertie que je suis introverti, et pourtant je suis DRH dans une clinique, donc un poste avec de l’autorité. Au boulot ça va, mais avec les femmes j’ai toujours été timide, et au lit apparemment je ne suis pas doué, j’ai souvent du mal à démarrer et je ne suis pas du tout endurant … Depuis l’adolescence, j’ai une admiration sans bornes pour les machos, les vrais mecs, avec une mentalité de gros queutards : les gars qui mistert fiers d’eux, à l’aise avec les filles, et toujours au garde à vous quand ils voient un bout de cuisse ou de sein… à côté d’eux, je me sens minable, et eux le sentent et me regardent toujours avec un mélange d’amusement et de mépris. Même parmi mes copains, il y a toujours cette différence : ils m’aiment bien mais ils me traitent souvent de « sous-homme » en rigolant. Sous les douches, je me fais vanner. Hélène, qui a de gros besoins et pas froid aux yeux, n’est certainement pas satisfaite avec moi au lit, mais sans en parler on a trouvé un accord : je la laisse libre, et en échange elle reste mariée avec moi.

Quelques mois après notre mariage, pour les 23 ans d’Hélène, nous avions invité mes copains, ainsi que deux amis d’Hélène, chez les parents d’Hélène car notre appart est trop petit.. Elle n’a pas d’amies filles, elle ne s’intéresse qu’aux hommes. Il y avait donc Vincent, le beau gosse du groupe, François, avec mister physique de rugbyman et ses vannes super lourdes, Damien, qui est le frère de François et qui avait 24 ans à l’époque, avec mister physique de beau ténébreux, Guillaume, mon meilleur ami, Fabrice, l’obsédé sexuel, Christophe, que je déteste même si on est dans le même groupe de copains (c’est un peu mon ennemi officiel) et qui se prend pour Casanova et se vante de tous ses exploits en me traitant toujours de lopette, et les deux invités d’Hélène : mister cousin Mathias et mister copain Bruno. Donc huit mecs, moi, et Hélène. Les parents d’Hélène mistert restés enfermés dans leur chambre toute la soirée, pour nous laisser entre jeunes Evidemment, avec huit machos autour d’une table, les blagues grasses n’ont pas manqué, mais ils ont tous été corrects avec Hélène pendant la soirée, sauf Christophe qui a fait remarquer plusieurs fois qu’elle ne devait pas s’amuser au lit avec moi, et qui lui chuchotait des trucs à l’oreille qui la faisaient bien rire. Damien aussi, le beau ténébreux, avait un peu l’air de draguer tranquillement ma femme, dès que je m’éloignais un peu. Comme je ne réagissais pas, il la draguait ensuite même quand j’étais là, ma présence n’avais pas l’air de le gêner, il lui faisait des compliments, matait ses seins et ses cuisses assez ouvertement, en lui souriant. Ce connard fait plus de 1m80, alors que je fais 1m73, ça m’énervait encore plus, mais je fermais ma gueule, me sentant par nature inférieur à ce genre de mec.

Vers 3h du matin, on a décidé de dormir. Pour la nuit, on avait sorti des sacs de couchage dans le salon, et avec le canapé ça permettait à tout le monde de se coucher. On a commencé à se coucher, mais Damien et Hélène mistert restés dans la cuisine à discuter, sans que je sache de quoi. J’ai appelé Hélène pour qu’elle me rejoigne dans le sac de couchage (on était mariés que depuis quelques mois !), mais elle m’a répondu « attends, on arrive, on discute ». François a rigolé en me disant « désolé, y’a aucune femme qui résiste à mon frère ! ». On a éteint la lumière, mais Damien et Hélène continuaient à bavarder sans s’occuper de nous, dans la cuisine. Une petite demi-heure plus tard, ils ont éteint la cuisine, et nous on rejoint dans le salon, dans le noir. Plus permisterne ne faisait de bruit, on avait l’impression que tout le monde dormait, moi je ruminais ma colère de voir ma femme rester à rigoler avec ce beau gosse dans la cuisine pendant que je lui demandais de me rejoindre. J’imaginais qu’il devait être bien fier de lui.

Ne voyant rien dans le noir, Hélène a commencé à demander, à voix basse « mais où il est ? » en parlant de moi ; Damien a dit « tiens, moi j’ai trouvé un sac de couchage vide » puis après quelques instants, il a ajouté « tu ne vas pas réveiller ton mari, viens dans mon sac de couchage, il est grand ». Hélène a répondu « non, tu plaisantes » et Damien a ajouté « en tout bien tout honneur, promis, et de toute façon tu vas marcher que quelqu’un qi tu continues à chercher ton mari dans le noir ». Hélène a hésité, puis répondu « ok, mais tu restes sage » et Damien a répondu, avec un sourire dans la voix « mais oui … ». Pendant ce temps, on entendant qu’il se déshabillait avant d’entrer dans le sac ; moi je ne disais rien, à la fois mort d’offense, et un peu excité par ce que j’entendais. Je me doutais que les autres mecs du groupe ne dormaient pas vraiment non plus.

J’ai alors entendu Hélène commencer à se déshabiller, sans savoir jusqu’où elle allait. Elle s’est glissée dans le sac de couchage, où Damien avait pris place, et elle a dit à mi-voix « mais il est tout petit, ce sac, c’est pour une permisterne ! » et Damien lui a répondu d’une voix tendre « ce n’est pas grave, on va se serrer, je vais me mettre un peu sur toi, comme ça … ». Hélène s’est mise à glousser, en disant « arrêtes, t’es bête … c’est quoi ce que je sens, là ? » et Damien de répondre « devines … ». Là il y a eu un silence, et Hélène a repris en murmurant « t’es fou, laisses-moi sortir » et Damien n’a rien répondu, mais j’ai entendu le bruit de ses lèvres sur la peau de ma femme, de petits baisers, sur mister cou je pense ; ça n’arrêtais pas, elle le laissait faire apparemment, et au bout de plusieurs minutes, les bruits mistert devenus plus « mouillés », visiblement Damien avait mis sa langue dans la bouche de ma femme et ils s’embrassaient comme des amoureux ! Puis j’ai entendu les vêtements glisser, j’ai deviné que Damien avait enlevé le soutien-gorge d’Hélène et qu’il lui léchait ses deux énormes seins. Cela a duré une éternité, avant que je comprenne qu’il venait d’enlever mister caleçon, et que visiblement ma femme se mettait à le branler dans le sac de couchage ; elle a murmuré « elle est énorme !! … », et il a répondu « tu vas adorer … » puis j’ai entendu qu’il enlevait la culotte d’Hélène, et après quelques secondes, les gémissements d’Hélène m’ont indiqué qu’il était en train de la pénétrer, à moins de deux mètres de moi. A partir de là, ça n’a plus arrêté de la nuit ; j’ai compté, il lui a fait l’amour 5 fois. Au début en missionnaire, ça a duré un très long moment, apparemment il voulait lui montrer à quel point il est endurant, elle gémissait en essayant de ne pas le faire trop fort, j’entendais le sac de couchage bouger dans tous les sens. Quand il a éjaculé en elle, il a poussé un long râle de plaisir, et ils mistert restés enlacés un moment sans bouger. Puis il lui a refait l’amour, avec des pauses très courtes, 4 fois après ce premier coup. Ils avaient ouvert le sac de couchage, et sans trop faire de bruit, ils changeaient discrètement de position, pour qu’il puisse la pénétrer en levrette, sur le côté ou en missionnaire, en alternant. De temps en temps elle lui murmurait « t’es un dieu ! » et en réponse il lui roulait des pelles ou lui disait « j’adore tes seins ! ». Avant de recommencer pour la quatrième fois, Hélène a dit à Damien « on devrait aller dans la cuisine, pour faire moins de bruit » et il a répondu « trop tard, j’ai trop envie de t’enfiler là, au milieu des autres qui dorment ». Ce salaud était excité par la situation, comme un vrai bon cocufieur.

J’ai passé une nuit atroce, avec la gaule en même temps. Mais celui qui pouvait soulager sa trique dans la chatte de ma femme, ça n’était pas moi, mais ce salaud de Damien, à qui je n’osais rien dire, je faisais semblant de dormir. Franchement, qu’elle mec n’en aurait pas profité ? Il aurait eu tort de se gêner.

Quand une voiture a klaxonné dans la rue, vers 9 heures du matin le lendemain, ça a réveillé tout le monde d’un coup. J’ai ouvert les yeux, j’ai vu Christophe qui s’étirait dans mister sac de couchage, Guillaume qui commençait à sortir du sien, en les autres qui se réveillaient. Hélène était toujours dans le sac de couchage de Damien, les seins nus, et lui était torse nu, il se réveillait aussi. Permisterne ne disait rien, Hélène s’est levée, elle avait remis sa culotte mais n’avait pas trouvé mister soutif, elle est sortie du sac de couchage devant tout le monde en cachant tant bien que mal ses gros seins avec ses mains et elle a partie vers la salle-de-bains. Damien avait le sourire banane du mec qui a pris mister pied toute la nuit avec une belle fille, et qui en plus a humilié le mari de la fille. Christophe rigolait tout seul. J’ai laissé tous les mecs sortir de leurs sacs de couchage, j’avais trop honte. Ils mistert partis vers la cuisine, alors je me suis levé et je les ai rejoints. Là, la honte suprême : Damien était en train de taper dans les mains de tous les gars, ils le félicitaient en riant de s’être tapé ma femme toute la nuit. Quand je suis entré dans la cuisine, ils se mistert tus, mais les sourires restaient sur toutes les lèvres. Comme je ne disais rien, Damien m’a dit « écoute, m’en veux pas, elle avait envie, elle est super bonne, moi je suis un mec, elle me faisait trop bander … » et Christophe a ajouté « ouais mais Fabien ce n’est pas un mec, tu peux baiser sa meuf devant lui, il laisse faire !! » et il a éclaté de rire, ce qui a provoqué plusieurs rires un peu contenus autour de lui. Vincent, qui n’avait pas compté, a demandé à Damien, assez bas « tu l’a prise combien de fois ? » et Damien a répondu, tout fier « cinq, et j’aurais pu continuer ». Guillaume m’a regardé d’un air gentil mais qui voulait dire « ce n’est pas toi qui peux en faire autant à ta femme … ». Les discussions devenaient de plus en plus libres, François demandait à Damien s’il avait mis des capotes et, comme Damien faisait « non » de la tête, Fabrice lui demandant en riant « ah ben alors tu vas être papa ? » et Damien s’est retourné vers moi en me demandant « elle prend la pilule ???? » et je lui ai répondu que oui, il a eu l’air soulagé.

Quand Hélène est revenue de la salle de bains, elle avait l’air mal à l’aise, moi je ne disais rien, je fixais mes pieds et les conversations mistert repassées sur des sujets légers. Il était l’heure pour chacun de partir. Damien et Hélène se mistert isolés quelques instants, pour se dire au revoir sans doute (pour échanger leurs numéros de téléphone peut-être ?), mes copains, ainsi que Mathias et Bruno, nous ont dit au revoir, tous avec une lueur rigolarde dans l’œil.

Quand la mere ne baise plus..... Il reste la fille...



Je vis depuis un an avec ma nouvelle copine Karine et sa fille Julie. Si au début la cohabitation se passait bien rapidement le rythme de mes rapports avec Karine diminua jusqu'à ce que l’on ne baise qu’une fois par semaine et exceptionnellement deux.

Déprimé d’imaginer la masturbation devenir mon lot quotidien j’envisageais une rupture quand je me rendis compte que Julie m’excitais plus que sa mère et il y avait de quoi : 18 ans de long cheveux brun une peau très blanche, grande élancée, un beau cul bien galbé et surtout une magnifique paire de loche. Elle m’excitait de plus en plus, je voulais la voir nue en train de se faire baiser, le soir où mister copain venait je cachais une camera dans sa chambre.

Le lendemain je pu jouir du spectacle : mister mec l’a déshabillé rapidement me laissant voir ses superbes seins blanc et mister cul de rêve, sa petite chatte épilée. Je bandais rien qu’à cette vue, malheureusement la suite fut décevante : il l’allongea sur le lit et la prise en missionnaire, éjacula une fois et se coucha. Je plaignais cette pauvre Julie, elle semblait ne pas avoir pris mister pied avec lui.

Un soir Karine malade était partie se coucher me laissant seul avec mon fantasme dans une petite chemise de nuit courte. Une des scènes du film qu’on regardait devint très chaude, je tentais ma chance. Ma main se posa sur mister genou et caressa doucement sa cuisse en remontant vers mister sexe. Elle soupira, les yeux mi clos, j’atteins sa culotte et me mis à la caresser à travers le tissu jusqu'à ce que le tissu s’humidifie. Elle gémissait doucement, je l’attirais alors à moi et l’embrassais. Ma langue se faufila à travers ses lèvres. Ma main allait enfin palper un de ses seins quand j’entendis sa mère ouvrir la porte de ma chambre. La garce ! Ma Julie bondit hors du canapé et fonça dans sa chambre.

Le matin d’une nuit pleine de frustration Karine était partie travailler, je trouvais Julie dans la cuisine qui faisait la vaisselle dans sa petite chemise de nuit je m’approchais discrètement et une fois derrière elle je glissais ma main sur mister sexe. Elle sursauta mais ne fit rien, mon autre main glissa sous sa chemise de nuit jusqu'à ses seins, si doux, ses tétons étaient déjà durs. Elle se tourna vers moi et me roula un patin je lui pris la main et l’entraina dans sa chambre.

Elle se déshabilla et il ne me fallu pas longtemps avant d’être nu, mon gourdin prêt à l’usage ! Elle s’allongea sur le dos, je me jetais sur elle pour l’embrasser et téter ses belles loches puis je la mis à 4 pattes et me plantais dans sa chatte toute la frustration accumulée me rendais fou. Je la limais avec violence de plus en plus fort, elle criait de plaisir à chaque coup se tortillait et fini par pousser un long hurlement d’extase heureusement que l’appart est inmisterorisé. Je vins peu après répandant mon foutre dans mister cul puis je la retournais et recommençais à la limer avec ardeur. C’était sublime, mister corps de rêve se tordait à chaque coup et ses seins sautillaient sous la vulgarité de mes coups.
Elle poussa encore mister cri d’extase qui se mêla à mes grognements bestiaux, mon foutre coula encore dans mister ventre et elle s’allongea contre moi haletante.

Je crois que je vais rester vivre ici finalement la cohabitation me promet de bien bonnes baises .

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Lesmister for the Teacher's Sub

Sit down, Brandon," Amanda Langford said with a seriousness that made Brandon uneasy.

The tall, thin 32-year old professor usually spoke in a serious, if not distant manner. Her demeanor was her way of compensating for the prejudice a pretty, young, female professor often faced in a university environment dominated by older males. As further compensation she typically covered her rather shapely body with distinctively gender-neutral fashions, wearing khaki pants and loose-fitting button down shirts, using little or no make-up, and keeping her hair cropped short and neat. Early career experiences taught her that an explicitly feminine appearance was often met with rude, sexist behavior and a general lack of professional respect from peers and students alike.

Underneath this rather plain exterior, however, it was a different story. Hidden from view, Amanda could express her true self by indulging in the most delicately feminine lingerie imaginable: lacey bras, skimpy panties, silky teddies and camisoles. At other times, when clothing would allow, she would follow her penchant for leather. Thus she was able to enjoy her ultimate femininity, despite outward appearances.

Though she mostly tried to hide it, Amanda couldn't stand Brandon Lewis. Throughout his undergraduate career he had tried to warm up to her with every boyish charm he could muster. He flirted with her, complimented her appearance, and even made blatantly sexual remarks during tutoring sessions in her office. Brandon never realized the extent to which she especially resented his male sexist behavior, and that all his attention only served to further increase her disdain for him.

The professor closed the door to her office behind Brandon and took her seat at her desk, across from him. He sat nervously on the edge of his seat, well aware that he had performed miserably on the final, carelessly taking the exam while badly hung over. He had also come to know full well Professor Langford's reputation for being particularly tough on her male students. She seemed to delight in making life difficult for them.

"Is it as bad as I think?" he asked sheepishly.

"Worse." She said abruptly, tossing the final onto her desk toward him. He picked up the exam and stared at the failing grade represented by the bright red numbers at the top of the page.

"Damn," Brandon said slumping back in his chair. "So what now?"

"Well, that's up to you. If I turn this grade in you certainly wont be graduating next Saturday," she explained with a hint of delight in her voice.

"What do you mean, 'if'. You mean you aren't going to turn in a grade for me? This is a required course. Like you said, I need it to get a C or I don't graduate." He looked at her with confusion. "I don't get it."

"Boy you really are thick aren't you," she said, shifting suddenly to a demeaning voice. "I have to turn in SOME grade, but I don't' have to turn in THIS grade. Are you with me?"

"OK, so what's it gonna' take to have you change the grade?" Brandon asked quickly. "Do you want me to retake the exam?"

"There won't be time for that," she said. "Besides, I doubt you'd do any better on a retake. Stupid twit. We'll have to find another solution."

"You know I'm desperate, Professor Langford," Brandon pleaded. "I'll do anything it takes to get a C in this class."

"Anything?" the professor asked, staring into Brandon's eyes and searching out his resolve. The slight smile he detected made him nervous, but he also knew he had little choice at this point but to do whatever it would take.

"Anything," he reiterated, feigning boldness.

"You know I don't care much for your kind, don't you?"

"My kind? What kind is that?"

"The kind that thinks just because he has a dick, he has the right to hit on any woman he wants. The kind that thinks all women can't wait to spread their legs for him. The kind that treats women as nothing more than sex toys to be used for permisteral gratification and tossed aside."

Brandon was so stunned at her course language and angry accusations that he could find no meaningful response. She had him pegged.

"I hear you're engaged to be married," she continued.

"That's right," he answered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He already didn't like where this was going.

"So does your fiancé know you've constantly been hitting on and screwing half the women on campus?"

"Well." He paused to consider his answer. "No. She goes to Worthington U." As if her remoteness somehow made his womanizing OK.

"Don't you think she has the right to know the kind of man she's marrying?"

"Uh, well, I'm not going to screw around on her after we're married," Brandon tried to explain.

"Ya', right," Amanda said with disgust. "Like you really think you can change your ways just like that, simply because you put a damn ring on your finger one day?" Amanda had learned of "his kind" from her own former husband, who cheated on her frequently until she finally threw him out.

"Sure," he said confidently.

"No way. No fucking way," she exclaimed loudly, shaking her head angrily. "Not unless somebody teaches you a serious lesmister."

"What does my sex life have to do with my grade in this class anyway?" Brandon was trying to change the subject back to his grade.

"It has everything to do with it, you idiot. Everything."

"So you want me to promise to stop cheating on my fiancé in exchange for a C in this class?" Brandon asked.

"Oh, I'm sure you wish you could get that C for the price of a promise you have no intention of keeping. But it's not going to be that easy," she insisted.

"What then?" he asked.

"To start with, why don't you come over here, get down on your knees and just see if you can convince me that you deserve another chance. A chance at a better grade and a chance to amend your cheating ways."

"What?" Brandon protested.

"You heard me. Come over here and convince me to even consider your plea. And it better be good."

Amanda pushed her chair back from her desk and Brandon reluctantly moved around the desk and dropped to his knees in front of her. "Please, Professor," he begged with all the sincerity he could muster. "Please let me have that C. I know I don't deserve it, but I need it. If I don't' graduate, I won't be able to take the job I've got lined up, and my wedding will probably be postponed or even cancelled. Please, I beg you. I have to have that C."

"And what are you willing to offer me in exchange?"

"Anything, " he repeated. "If you want me to stop screwing around on my fiancé, I will. I promise. I know you don't believe me, but I can do it. I will do it."

"You're right. I don't believe a word of it. Can't you be any more convincing than that?"

Brandon scooted closer to Amanda and put his hand on her knee. Repeating his plea, he gave her his best sad puppy look. She quickly slapped the back of his hand so hard it immediately turned bright red. "That kind of cuckolds brownie doesn't cut it with me," she snipped.

"Then what the hell do I have do to convince you that I'm serious?" His tone was desperate and irrational. He clearly had no clue what she was after.

"I told you, you have to be taught a lesmister," she reiterated.

"What kind of lesmister?"

"Stand up, you worthless slob." Brandon stood, clutching his stinging hand with the other. "Drop your pants."

"What!?" Brandon yelled in disbelief.

"You heard me, pig, drop your pants. Do you want that C or not?" she barked. Brandon furrowed his brow, but complied by unbuckling his pants and dropping them to the floor around his ankles. All the fantasies he'd played out with Professor Langford in his mind suddenly came to him in a rush. Could it be that they were going to come true right here and now? His cock began to instinctively harden before Amanda's eyes, causing his boxers to rise in front.

"These too," Amanda insisted, snapping the waistband of his boxer shorts against his stomach. Brandon slowly peeled down his underwear, revealing his thickening manhood, which by then was standing at about half-mast. Amanda ignored his growing erection and ordered him to turn around and face away form her, which he did. She opened her top desk drawer and removed a long, wooden ruler, which she quickly applied to Brandon's backside with a swift and powerful blow.

Brandon jumped and covered his ass with both hands. "Ow! That hurt!' he yelped.

"It was supposed to, idiot," Amanda derided him. "And we're just getting started. Now move your hands." Brandon slowly dropped his hands to his sides. The next whack was even harder than the first.

"Ouch! What the fuck?" he yelled and quickly returned his hands to cover his ass.

"Something is going to have to be done with those hands." She put down the ruler and retrieved a roll of clear packing tape from her desk drawer. She ordered Brandon to interlock his hands and forearms behind his back. She taped them together firmly so that it was impossible for him to lower his hands to protect his butt.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and turned him around to face her. His cock was now fully hard and sticking out from under his T-shirt. Despite his stinging ass, he was extremely aroused by the situation. Seeing his arousal, Amanda was determined to counter it. She grabbed his balls firmly in one hand and squeezed them together. When Brandon flinched, she said, "What's the matter, lover boy? Haven't you always wanted to feel my hands on your balls?"

"This isn't exactly what I had in mind," he winced.

She led him by his nuts over toward her desk. With her free hand she cleared away the few items that were arranged neatly in the center of the desk.

"Spread your legs and lean down on the desk," Amanda ordered as she released his balls from her grasp. Brandon spread his legs wide apart to lower his hips to desk height. He bent forward at the waist, lowering his chest onto the hard desktop with a thud. His rigid cock was wedged painfully against the edge of the desk and his balls hung free off the edge. Now seated behind him, Amanda reached between his widespread legs and again grasped his balls in her hand.

"Now you are ready for your lesmister to continue, aren't you?" Amanda asked, smiling to herself at the command position she held over the student who had tried so hard to win her over with his audacious male bravado.

"I'm not so sure about this," Brandon quipped.

"You don't really have any choice at this point," Amanda countered. "If you want that C, you'll take whatever I want to dish out. Got it asshole?"

"Ya', OK. Just get on with it."

"When you address me, you'll show a little more respect," Amanda asserted. She gave his balls a hard squeeze and let them go. She picked up the ruler and gave each of his ass cheeks a hard smack. Thwack! Thwack! "From now on you'll address me as 'Mistress Amanda,' understand?"

"OK," Brandon whined. "Whatever."

Thwack! Thwack! "Try that again, pig" she corrected him.

"Yes Mistress Amanda."

Long narrow red stripes were beginning to show on Brandon's ass wherever she struck him. Brandon flinched and jerked with each blow. Finally, he stopped fighting and simply placed his head face down on the desk; resigned to receive whatever punishment the professor wanted to give him. She finished his castigation by repeatedly smacking the ruler against the tender flesh of Brandon's inner thighs. He was almost in tears when she finally relented.

When Amanda retrieved her digital camera from the filing cabinet in the corner of the office, Brandon saw what she was doing and begged her not to take pictures. But she explained as she took several photos of him bent over the desk, red ass beaming, that she had to take pictures for self-defense. She explained that if he were to ever tell anyone about their little "lesmister" that she would immediately email these pictures to his bride-to-be, along with made up details of their torrid, two-year long, sexually deviant affair.

After returning the camera to the filing cabinet, she helped Brandon to his feet. She used scissors to cut a slit in the tape that held his arms. She then roughly tore the tape free, removing with it most of the hair on his forearms.

"Ouch!" Brandon complained loudly. "Damn!"

"You thought you were such a tough-guy," Amanda teased, giving his red ass one last smack with the back of her hand.

"Please, Mistress Amanda," he pleaded, "No more."

"You are really pathetic. You know that?" she asked rhetorically. She ordered Brandon to pull up his pants and get out of her office.

"Does that mean I get that C?" Brandon asked hopefully.

"I'd say you are up to about a D+ right now," Amanda teased. Brandon complained vehemently as he buckled his pants, being careful not to pinch his full erection in his zipper.

Amanda pulled one of her business cards from the cardholder on her desk and scribred something down. She handed the card to Brandon. "Be at this address tonight at 8:00pm sharp, and we'll see if we can't get you up to that C by the end of the evening."

"You've got to be kidding!" Brandon protested.

"That's 'you've got be kidding, Mistress Amanda.' And no I'm not. Be there or spend the summer in a make-up class. Now go. And don't forget that I have the pictures. Nobody is to know about this, and I mean nobody."

Brandon walked out of the professor's office, still in a state of absolute shock and disbelief at what had just happened to him. Yet there was no denying the pain that radiated from his ass, thighs and balls. Although Brandon was very experienced sexually (he had even played domination games with some of his girlfriends), nothing in his vast sexual history had aroused him so completely as the spanking he'd received from the beautiful young professor. He was both thrilled and terrified to see what she had in store for him that night.

At exactly eight-o-clock Brandon knocked on the door of Mistress Amanda's modest brick ranch home. There was an undeniable mix of nervousness and excitement in his stomach that had been there since leaving her office earlier that day. As stunned as he was by the spanking he had received at the hands of the professor, he was totally captivated by the thought of further submitting to Mistress Amanda in her home. He had been fantasizing about the possibilities all afternoon.

Brandon was disappointed when she answered the door dressed in the same green khakis and a plain blue button-down shirt she had on earlier in the day. This is not at all how he had played it out in his fantasy. In his mind she would answer the door in a leather teddy and fishnet stockings, brandishing a cat-o-nine-tails.

"I'm glad to see you were brave enough to come," she said opening the door. "Come on in, if you dare." The devilish look on her face certainly fueled increased Brandon's anxiety. He came in nonetheless, and she directed him to the loveseat in the living room. Brandon sat somewhat gingerly, still sore from the spanking. He observed that the house was decorated simply and comfortably, not exactly the sex-den he had imagined.

"Now, let me explain the rules," Mistress Amanda began, "so that it will be clear even to a moron like you." She was pacing slowly back and forth in front of the loveseat where Brandon was seated, looking as stern and serious as always. "You have the choice right now to stay or go. If you stay, you must agree to do exactly as I say until I give you permission to leave this house. No exceptions. If you are obedient, you'll have your C when your lesmister is complete. Or, if you'd rather leave right now, you may do so and I'll see you in summer school. The choice is yours."

The choice was an easy one. He was extremely aroused by the possibilities of an evening of being dominated by the lovely professor. His strong attraction to play the submissive surprised him, but the draw was undeniable. And sexual feelings aside, he was determined to get that C.

"I'll stay," Brandon answered.

Amanda stopped pacing and turned toward him. "Say it right," she bristled.

"I choose to stay, Mistress Amanda," he said smugly.

Amanda immediately stepped toward him and placed her bare foot in his crotch, pressing half her weight against his tender parts.

"Try that again. Say it right. Beg me to let you stay."

"Please, Mistress Amanda, will you please let me stay. I will do whatever you say."

Amanda removed her foot from between his legs and directed Brandon to follow her. The two made their way down the hall to the "spare" room. Amanda stopped in front of the closed door and turned to face Brandon.

"This is my playroom," she said in a seductive voice. "Anyone who enters here is bound to absolute secrecy about its existence. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes Mistress Amanda," he answered sincerely.

She opened the door and the two of them entered the room. The room was rather dark, lit only with four overhead track lights, each with deep red bulbs, all focused on a large, black, padded leather table in the center of the room. The table was the only furniture in the room except for a large black trunk angled into one corner.

Mistress closed the door to the hall and the reddish hue of the room deepened as the whiter light of the hallway disappeared. Brandon noticed a large mirror that practically covered one entire wall. Next to the mirror was what appeared to be a closet door, although Brandon could not tell for sure since it was closed. The wall adjacent to the mystery door was covered with what appeared to be a wide variety of bondage devices: chains, cuffs, straps, whips, paddles and clamps. Among these were a number of items that Brandon could not readily identify.

"Take off your clothes," Amanda commanded abruptly. Brandon quickly complied with her order, and began removing his clothes. As he did, the Mistress adjusted the table, using various cranks and levers, until it was positioned into the approximate shape of a large chair, with half the tared raised at an angle to form the back of the chair. Brandon stood naked before his Mistress waiting for her to complete the adjustments. He watched as she unfolded or adjusted various hooks, loops, buckles and straps from around the perimeter of the table. She then directed him to sit down and lay back.

Standing at Brandon's feet she announced, "Since scumbag slaves like you have absolutely no self-control, the first order of business is to prevent the possibility that you might act in a manner unbefitting a slave be restricting your movements."

She started by strapping each of his ankles into shackles mounted to the edge near one end of the table. She tightened the leather buckles roughly, powering his feet apart by the width of the table (about two and a half feet). She walked over to the wall of contraptions and retrieved a pair of leather wrist cuffs, which she promptly put in place on her slave. Using two small oval-shaped climbing carabineers she secured the rings in the cuffs to two rings on opposite sides of the table near chest level and slightly behind him. This caused the slaves arms to be drawn up and bent, with his elbows sticking straight out.

"There, that should do for now," Mistress said, stepping back to observe her handiwork. She then moved into position at the foot of the table between his feet and stood staring into his eyes. As she stared, she very slowly began to unbutton her shirt. With each new open button, the slave strained to get a glimpse of what was hidden beneath her clothing. When all the buttons were undone she stood with the shirt front open less than an inch.

The winch motor whirred one more time as the inverted slave was raised yet again, until his mouth was at the right height to reach Mistress's sex. She picked up the next size butt plug and approached her upside down slave. She unsnapped the leather strip over the crotch of her teddy and pressed her pussy into his face. His mouth and tongue went to work wildly seeking her soft fleshy folds. Handicapped by the absence of sight, it took him a few minutes to develop an accurate rhythm. Soon, however, the Mistress was moaning and humping his face. Her juices flowed freely over the slaves lips and cheeks as she approached her peak.

When she felt her orgasm approaching she quickly removed the small butt plug and replaced with the next size, some fifty percent wider and slightly longer, plunging it inside him in, again in a single stroke. The slave prepared for the intrusion, and didn't miss a beat with his probing tongue. Within a few seconds the Mistress cried out with the violence of her orgasm, flooding the slaves face with juices and clinching her thighs around his head until the final wave passed.

At last the Mistress released the slave's head from the grasp of her thighs, allowing him to again swing freely. She stepped back and leaned against the table to regain her senses. "Damn, slave, you can definitely eat pussy. I may have to come back for some more of that!"

"Thank you Mistress. You are quite delicious and I would be honored to taste you some more, " he replied. Her head still spinning, she disregarded the fact that he had spoken without permission and moved instead to lower him to the ground. When the motor finally stopped he lay on the cold, hardwood floor on his back with his arms pinned beneath him and his legs and knees still powerd apart by the two spreader bars. The weight of his body now resting against it, the plug in his ass was powerd in even deeper.

Before he knew it, the Mistress was lowering her sex over his face and grinding her soaking pussy against his mouth. "Eat me again!" she commanded. The slave eagerly went back to work, pleasuring her with his masterful tongue. He penetrated her hot hole, driving his tongue in as deeply as he could. The power of her body was almost suffocating him, but still he continued, catching a breath whenever he could. She raised herself slightly and ordered him to lick her clit, which he did with an expertise the Mistress had never experienced before. As her ecstasy rose, she looked down and observed her slave with a full erection. Without thinking she lowered her mouth onto his hot pole and began sucking him intensely. In response the slave immediately thrust his hips, powering himself deeply into her warm mouth. The Mistress was surprised by how quickly her second orgasm was approaching. She came again, this time even harder than the first, again coating the slaves face with her womanly nectar.

She released his wanting hardness and rolled off the slave and onto her back, exhausted from the absolute pleasure of it. As soon as she was able, she reached over and teasingly stroked the slave's rigid cock. She was able to drag herself over and lay her head on his stomach. She licked just the head of his engorged member, occasionally taking it into her mouth and sucking it in a light, gentle, teasing manner.

"I suppose I could reward your excellent oral performance..." she said, plunging him deeply into her mouth until her lips reached his balls and quickly sliding him back out to complete her thought, "... with one of my own."

"Oh God, please, yes. Please suck me. I'm dying," Brandon begged.

"But that wouldn't be much of lesmister, would it now?" With that Mistress Amanda sat up and released him from the two spreader bars. She had to help him to his feet since his hands were still cuffed behind his back. She grabbed him by his erection and led him back to the table, stroking him a few times along the way. She had him stand facing the table, and positioned his feet into the shackles mounted to the table legs near the floor. She bent him forward and strapped him chest-down to the top of the padded tabletop by looping a large, wide strap over his back. She lowered the half of the table that had formed the seatback until the whole thing was once again a flat table.

She removed the second butt plug and told him it was time for the final size, which was some 2 ½ inches at its widest and six inches long from base to tip. She lubricated the large plug and slowly slid it into his ass. He relaxed as best he could, but it still felt like she was inserting a football. He cried out as the widest part entered him, but she continued until it reached the hilt.

Amanda selected her favorite leather paddle from the wall of toys. The first blow caught the blindfolded slave off guard. He tensed his ass to prepare for the next one, straining his muscles against the huge plug, increasing the stretching sensation even more. The next blow landed directly against the base of the plug, causing further pain to shoot up his spine and explode into his brain. More whacks followed in rapid-fire succession, until the slave begged for mercy.

The Mistress relented. "I didn't think you'd be so quick to beg off," she mocked. "You're even weaker than figured. Anyway, it's time for you to use that tongue of yours again."

She climbed onto the table and lay on her back. She placed her feet on the slaves back and scooted her pussy toward his face. He strained to lift his head and reach her intimate places, but the strap holding him down greatly handicapped him. Nonetheless, he was able to achieve a position that was uncomfortable but workable, and began to pleasure his Mistress yet again. She squirmed against him, occasionally digging the heels of her boots into his back when a particularly intense wave of pleasure shot through her.

While he was licking her, Brandon heard the sound of a door opening from the corner where the closet was. He sensed the presence of another permister in the room. His mouth was clamped too deeply into the Mistress's sex to be able to inquire. Suddenly he felt the plug being removed from his ass.

"You weren't kidding about his pussy-eating mastery, were you?" the Mistress exclaimed between moans of deep ecstasy.

"I told you he was good," another voice proclaimed. Immediately Brandon recognized his fiancé's voice. A dizzying series of thoughts rushed through his mind. Could it really be Elizabeth?

Elizabeth picked up the paddle that Amanda had been using and smacked Brandon's sore ass. She was clearly more hesitant about hurting him than the Mistress had been, but his skin was so tender that even her light blows stung immensely.

"What the..." was all he could manage to say before the Mistress jerked his head by the hair into her sex and clamped her thighs around his head. Her humping, sloppy-wet pussy muffled his inquiry.

"You see, Slave," said Elizabeth, "Mistress Amanda called me to inform me of your sexual exploits and asked my permission to teach you a little lesmister. I've been watching this whole thing from behind that two-way mirror on the wall, and I must say it's been quite an entertaining and informative lesmister."

Brandon felt something cold and hard pressing between his ass cheeks. "Now, you little cuckolds brownie, it's my turn to teach the lesmister." With that she thrust a huge foot long dildo deeply into his ass. His muffled cries vibrated Mistress Amanda's clit, much to her delight. Brandon felt as if he were being torn apart from the inside as Elizabeth thrust the dildo in and out of the helpless slave's red ass. She continued to slap his ass with the paddle.

"If Mistress Elizabeth ever [slap] catches you fucking [slap, thrust] someone else again [slap], I will teach you a lesmister [slap, thrust] that will make this seem like Kindergarten [slap]," she exclaimed. "Do you understand me, Slave?" [slap, thrust] [slap, thrust]

Still unable to speak, Brandon simply nodded his head violently. After one final thrust and one more slap of the paddle, Mistress Elizabeth removed the huge dildo from her slave's ass. It was clear that she was now the one in total control. She ordered her slave to lay down face-up on the table. Mistress Amanda climbed off the table and released his wrists and ankles, and positioned him on the table as Mistress Elizabeth had directed. She then bound his ankles and wrists to the table in spread-eagle fashion.

Mistress Amanda removed the blindfold, and at long last Brandon was able to see her sexy outfit. He also saw that Mistress Elizabeth was dressed identically, right down to the boots and gloves. His cock grew even harder at the amazing sight of being flanked by these two incredibly beautiful, powerful women. He wondered if he was going to get to fuck either of them or if they were simply going to tease him until his balls exploded. He didn't have to wait long to find out.

Mistress Elizabeth ordered the slave to thank Mistress Amanda for the lesmister by providing her one final orgasm with his tongue. Amanda climbed onto the table and lowered her glistening pussy over the slave's face. After a minute, Amanda began to pinch her nipples as she rubbed her clit over his s*******ful tongue. Mistress Elizabeth, who was getting so hot watching this that she had begun fingering herself, climbed onto the table and lowered her wet pussy over her slave's hard cock. She bucked wildly atop him while rubbing her clit with her fingertips. The two Mistresses pounded their bodies against the powerless slave beneath them, both surging toward climax.

Mistress Amanda came first. She screamed and cried out as her third and most intense climax swept over her body. She slumped forward, still pinching her nipples and screaming through her peak, when Mistress Elizabeth went over the top. Despite having just masturbated herself to orgasm while watching from behind the mirror, her climax was overwhelming. Her cries of pleasure mixed in harmony with those of the other Mistress as the two women rode wave after wave of orgasmic spasms.

The slave broke into the chorus with cries of his own as his swollen cock exploded with his hot cum, filling his future wife - his new Mistress.

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In The Park

I heard the buzz of the alarm go off and grumred a little as I turned around to turn it off. The blue lights on the clock read five. I sat up and stretched, wishing that it was the weekend. I got up; put on my glasses; grabbed the ashtray and my cigarettes; and proceeded to the kitchen for my morning coffee. As I turned on the recess lighting in the living room, my one year old American bulldog looked up at me from his position on the couch. He grunted and I spoke, "Yeah Bo I know. Its early but what can you do."

I made my coffee, grabbed the laptop and sat down at the kitchen table. Bo came over, putting his massive black and white head on my lap. I petted his ears while he yawned. I cooed at him, "such a pretty boy. Look at you. You about ready for your walk?" He perked up and began gnawing on my hand. This is Bo's way of affection, trying to eat you. I told him to stop as I got up. I found my shoes and coat. It was warm for February, but my coat was still needed. I wished for summer. I hated wearing a coat out for a walk. Bo was bad enough trying to handle. His massive 120 pound body was too big for me if he caught hold of something he wanted. I grabbed the leash and met Bo at the door.

It took a minute to leash him. He gets overly excited and will not listen to commands, but soon we were out the door. The wind was cold and I pulled my coat to me. I looked around at my still pitch black neighborhood and longed for summer again. Bo and I made pretty good time. I have always joked that I keep, puppy pace, which basically means I jog and Bo walks. We made it down to the park; Bo's favorite spot. Here he can be free, there is no one up this early in the morning; and I can take him off his leash and let him run around.

I took him off the leash and giggled as he stood there for a minute, "go get'em boy! Go on." He looked back at me once before taking off. I watched him run; I watched all the muscles in his body tense and release as he played around. He is a true *******ing machine.

I heard noises on the path and whistled for Bo as I thought, "fuck I hope he comes to me. Someone else decided that they should walk this early, fucking up Bo's whole deal!"

I knew if I could not get him back, I'd have trouble. Bo doesn't like people. He's not meant to; he's meant to ******* anyone he thinks may threaten me. He thinks the wind threatens me. I could see him way off in the distance and I lit a cigarette, while calling for him again, "C'mon douche! Let's go!"

The permister was getting closer, and it was making me nervous to think of someone else out here with me in a semi-secluded area. I saw him then, and he had a dog. "Oh fucking great! Just another reamister to get sued!"

Bo wasn't paying any attention to me or the other permister. He'd found something that was fun.

The man walked up to me on the left hand side, "morning, loose your dog?"

"No, I let him go. He likes it. Usually there's no one else here."

"Yeah my dog likes it too. I am usually here later, but I woke up early today."

I nodded, "Hmm."

I called for Bo again. I felt scared. I was happy when I saw Bo start running towards me, but then my heart dropped when something else caught his attention and off he went. The man chuckled, "he still a pup? What kind is he?"

"Yes. And he's an American Bulldog."

"Oh he looked like a Pit."

I always got a little offended when people told me this. Bo doesn't look like a Pit at all, no where close.

"No. He could eat Pit for breakfast. He's closest relative is the Bull Mastiff."

"Oh that's why he's so fucking big."

"Yeah and usually protective."

"Is he aggressive?"

"Depends on what you mean by that."

He nodded his head and I shook mine and sighed. I hated being a bitch, though I'm extremely good at it, "look Guy. I gotta get my dog and go so I can go to work. It would be in your best interest if you weren't around when he comes to me."

"I get the picture lady. You don't have to be so mean."

"Whatever."

He began to walk away and I started to head towards Bo. I got halfway through the field when I felt myself being knocked over and the weight of someone on my small frame. I tried to call out but I hand went over my mouth. As I looked up to see where Bo was, I saw the man's German Sheppard sitting in front of me.

"Listen, bitch, just shut up. And if you call that dog over, I'll fucking ******* you."

I nodded and whimpered as I felt my jogging pants being pulled down. I felt the man's other hand run across my ass, "you gotta a nice ass slut. Firm and round, just like I like'em." I tensed and felt my head being shaken from side to side.

"Say thank you bitch! I gave you a compliment."

I didn't know what else to do and gave a meek thank you.

"That'a girl. I'm-a 'bout to tear this fine ass up. You ready?"

To avoid any complications I nodded my head.

"Good girl."

I felt his weight shift as he took out his cock. He ran it up and down my ass crack. I could feel it getting hard and I realized how big and fat his cock was. I tensed again. This was going to hurt, and hurt bad.

I was a little mad at myself; I was in this situation that I found frightening, but I was also being aroused by it. I've always been the type of girl who liked to be taken by power, and this was as powerful as it came. My pussy was drenched, though, I didn't want it to be. My clit was throbbing, and I knew the minute his cock was shoved in me, I would come.

I heard him mutter, "here it comes, bitch."

Then felt his cock jam into my tight little pussy. I let out a scream of both pleasure and pain. My body began to shake and as I knew, I came in a matter of seconds, spraying juices all over his cock.

"Goddamn, you are enjoying this aren't you?"

I stretched out and decided to take it. I was enjoying it so why not.

"Yeah now fuck me."

"You want it. You got it slut."

He jammed his thick cock in and out of my pussy, holding my throat tightly as I moved my ass with him.

"C'mon you sick bastard. Fuck me! Harder! Give me that fucking cock. Is that all you got, you fucking pussy!"

He growled and pulled me up on to my knees. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting all his weight into me. My pussy hurt; I could feel his cock in my belly and I could feel jabbing pain, like all my organs were being pushed up and out of position.

"You nasty little fucking whore. This the way you like it? You like getting that pussy hurt?"

"Yes! Fuck it! Give it to me."

"I'm-a give you something."

He moved and spun me around, shoving his cock in my mouth. He fucked my throat as hard as he fucked my pussy. Tears began to roll down my cheeks as my throat felt like it was on fire. He grunted and shoved his cock further down my throat, holding my head there. I felt his hot cum shoot from him and hit my throat. I fetishd and coughed, spitting cum all over.

He pulled my head from him, looked down, and smiled, "that's a good girl. You be here tomorrow at the same time and I'll give you more what you like."

I nodded as I wipe cum from my cheeks. "yes Sir."

He grabbed his dog and walked away. I got up and saw Bo sitting not too far from me.

"Come here douche."

He came over and I leashed him back up. I patted him on the head, "what a guard dog you are."

He cocked his head up to me and I laughed as we walked back home.

She had never been opposed to anal play, but not like this. She knew he'd just slam it in there with no regards to how much pain she would be in.

He whipped her around and brought his hand down to her throat. He held her throat tight enough where she had trouble breathing. She watched, wide-eyed, as he moved to straddle her chest. He rubbed his cock along her full, soft lips, then smacked her with it. It came down with a thud and dull pain went through her lips.

"You're gonna learn not to tell me no, whore."

He moved both his hands to the hinges of her jaw and pressed down hard until she opened her mouth. She went to open it to beg him to stop, but not a word came from her. As soon as her lips were parted, he shoved his cock down her throat. Her body bucked, her arms flailed up to his hips as she fetishd.

"That's it, bitch, get it nice and wet."

She sputtered and spit around his cock, drops of spittle landed back on her face as he drove his cock deep down her throat.

She was confused. Her mind told her that this wasn't right; he needed to stop, but her body was reacting differently. She could feel her pussy getting moist. Her mouth automatically began to suck him when he pulled back. Her tongue swirled around his cock. She tried to make herself stop but couldn't.

He brought his cock out of her mouth and she took a big, gasping breath. She grunted as he slapped his wet cock against her cheek.

"My, my you're a good little cock-sucker."

She just looked at him and his cock came down harder against her cheek, "say thank you Sir when I give you a compliment!"

"Thank you Sir."

He inched down her body, and sat on her stomach. She let out another grunt as his weight caused her to not breath properly. His hands came to her full tits.

"I didn't get a chance to really see this body last time. You're a hot little, thing."

He looked at her and she whispered, "thank you Sir."

He nodded and pinched her nipples hard. Her body bucked under him and her eyes rolled back.

"You like it rough, don't ya? I knew you would."

She didn't say anything, but watched as he moved and stretched out over her body. He brought his mouth to her nipples and began to lick and bite them. She was surprised when she heard herself let out a moan. He looked at her and smiled before biting her nipple hard enough to make her cry out.

He shifted his weight again, positioned his cock, and slammed it into her pussy. She let out a surprised yelp at the powerfulness of his thrust. He bent down into her ear again. His breath tickled her neck as he spoke, "you know I'm gonna get that ass today, right."

She shook her head. His cock was thick and she knew how much it was going to hurt.

"Oh yeah. I'm gonna."

He thrust hard into her pussy, making her body rock.

She whispered, "please, don't. It's too big. It's gonna hurt so bad. Fuck me, fetish me with your cock. Just please don't stick that fucking thing in my ass."

He brought at hand up to her cheeks and squeezed her face.

"I'll do what I want. I'm gonna make you my little ass-slut. You'll be begging for it."

She whimpered, "no, no, no."

He laughed, "yes, yes, yes."

She made a little sound as he lifted his weight off her body. He grabbed her by her hair, pulled her up, and spun her around, dropping her on the bed stomach side down. He grabbed hold of her hips and brought her round ass in the air. He rubbed it, "god you gotta nice fucking ass."

"Thank you Sir."

He chuckled, "you're getting the hang of it aren't you."

She cringed as she felt the tip of his cock press against her tight hole. She tried squirming away and was pinned down by his hand on her shoulders.

"You'll only make it worse if you do that. Just stop moving and be a good girl."

She had no time to plead again. She felt hot searing pain go through her entire body as he slammed his cock into her ass. She became dizzy and nauseas with the pain, sweat began to pour down her hot, now red, face. She let out a long loud, "Ouch!" And he let out a sound of pure pleasure before speaking, "God that ass is so tight around my cock!"

He began to thrust hard and deep into her, causing her to let out guttural sounds with each movement. She tried tucking her ass down; it didn't work; he grabbed her hips, dug his fingers into the soft flesh and kept pounding.

"Aw fuck, this fine ass is gonna make my cock explode."

She whimpered and whined as she felt his cock getting ready to come. She admitted to herself that she felt a little cheated. He wasn't waiting long enough for the pain to subside and for her to feel the pleasure of getting fucked in the ass. She got mad at herself for feeling this way.

She felt the ropes of seed shoot into her. She was both relieved and sad that it was over. He laid down on top of her again and whispered into her ear.

"I'm really beginning to like this relationship."

She didn't know what to say to that, and got mad when she nodded towards him.

He sat up, smacked her ass, and went to the doorway, "Until next time, bitch."

She sat up, her body sore. She debated on jumping in the shower again. She still had time before work. She didn't; she put her panties back on, got dressed and walked softly and sorely out of the bedroom to grab another cup of coffee. The only thing on her mind was when she was going to be taken by him next.

"I'm sorry to upset you Jelena. I was just going to show Mark your beautiful breasts. He has never seen a woman's breast before. Besides, everyone can practically see them already. What if we just let him see? He can just look down the front of your dress. No one else will be able to see. Besides, they're just breasts. It's not like we're showing him your pussy or anything."

A few people sitting around started laughing and Jelena's thoughts started spinning out of control. "They're just breasts?" she thought. "Really? Then why does he want to see them? Had Mr. Elman just say 'pussy?' Can he say that to me, an employee? Isn't that sexual harassment?" While she panicked, though, she just looked away at the ground and said nothing. Mr. Elman took her lack of protest as a yes. She knew he would. He reached down and grabbed the top of the dress and pulled it away from her body. When her breasts became fully visible to Mark, he stopped massaging. Mr. Elman urged him on.

"Keep massaging her shoulders, Mark."

Mark resumed. Why didn't she just say no? She could have refused and got up and left. But she didn't, and she hated them for it. Another man walked up behind them and began peering at her cone-shaped breasts, with their nipples betraying her by puffing out and becoming highly sensitized.

She raised her hand to push the fabric back over her, but it was quickly seized by Mr. Elman. "It's okay," he said. "He's just looking . . . and they're just tits."

"But you said..."

"Shhhh...." He cut her off.

She felt her power to resist waning. She was giving in. Now he was referring to her breasts as "tits." She had become a pair of "tits." Her tits, and the rest of her body, was betraying her, too. She felt her neck and face burning with shame. But rather than get up and leave, she let her shoulders fall and leaned back, closing her eyes. She even relaxed her legs letting them part just a little. She was more than just a pair of tits. She was a pussy, too. This fact was not lost on the two old perverts sitting across from her.

Mr. Elman held her dress farther out away from her. He, Mark, and the other unidentified man had a clear view of naked breasts under the dress. Once it was obvious what was happening, others came over and enjoyed the view down her top. Her breath quickened and her chest heaved.

Mr. Elman said, "Mark, I think her leaning back means that she's inviting you to touch her breasts." She didn't respond to what Mr. Elman said. Mark did. He reached his clumsy hands down the front of her dress. His touch was like an electric shock. He was clumsy and rough. He reached straight for her swollen nipples and pinched hard. The pain perfectly distracted her from what was happening, giving her something to focus on. A groan escaped her lips as she let her head go completely back. The unidentified man cradled her head and neck in his hands and caressed her.

"Mmmm. She likes that Mark," Mr. Elman said. He slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting the dress fall down beneath her bust, completely exposing her now sore and swollen breasts for the whole remaining group, which consisted of eight men and two women. She felt her own inner heat wash over her, and could feel herself alternately experiencing hot flashes and breaking out in chill bumps. She began to tremble. Mr. Elman then slipped his hand in between her knees, pulling her legs open.

Here she was . . . a boy pulling and pinching her aching nipples and her legs open for men she didn't even know to see between her legs to her panties. She wondered if there were already a wet spot.

"Why don't you kiss her, Mark?" Mr. Elman said.

"Open your mouth Jelena. It's just a kiss," he said, authoritatively.

She complied. Mark began kissing her lips. But Mr. Elman told him, "Kiss her harder, and deeper, Mark. Put your tongue in her mouth. Make her suck on your tongue."

Mark was kissing her roughly, probing her mouth with his tongue. She kissed back, flipping her tongue against his and sucking it deeper into her mouth. Mr. Elman leaned up to her ear. She could feel his breath on her as he said, "I want you to spread your legs wide open for me and hold them there. Then I want you to pull your panties to the side. I'm going to feel your pussy. If it is wet, we're going to fuck you."

The way he said it was humiliating to her, as if it were her fault somehow that her pussy was soaking wet—as if she were the one making the decisions here. What did he mean, "we?"

"Suck on her tits, Mark," Mr. Elman said, "while I feel her cunt." The word "cunt" sent shivers through her. She was trembling so hard anyone would have noticed. They were using her. And she was letting them. She wanted them to take her. Her "cunt" throbbed and gushed with wetness. She could feel her lips tingling, swelling, and opening to Mr. Elman and he had yet to even touch her between her legs. She couldn't believe this was happening in broad daylight at the home of her boss and a bunch of other people she hardly knew.

As Mark started sucking on her breasts, she arched her back, serving her tits to his mouth. Simultaneously, one set of salty fingers entered her mouth while another pulled her hair from behind, hurting her slightly. They must have belonged to the unidentified man, she thought. But it didn't matter anymore who did what. The men around her would melt into one mélange of cocks, balls, fingers, and mouths.

She had shaved herself completely in anticipation of her supposed date, which made her feel more like a total whore, and she could hear the sounds—cheers even—of the other people at the cookout as she reached down and pulled her own panties to the side so that Mr. Elman could show the crowd how much she liked what they were doing to her. It shamed her that he was making her participate in her own offense. Once she had exposed her pussy, she heard him say, "look at this smooth little shaved pussy, " before she felt a few light slaps. You could hear the embarrassing sound of wetness when his hand made contact. Then it happened: his fingers began to slide effortlessly in and out of her, right there in front of everybody.

"Why Jelena," said Mr. Elman as he finger-fucked her, "you've got the wettest little cunt I've ever seen." She couldn't help but let a moan escape around the fingers that swirled around her mouth. "It's wonderful. You all have got to feel this!"

Other hands began to explore her. Jelena could hardly stand it. She felt an orgasm welling up inside her already. Mr. Elman was an expert. He curved his two fingers upward inside her and was rubbing her g-spot, which, she knew, would make her have a squirting orgasm right there in front of everybody. She did not want to make any more of a spectacle out or herself than she already was, but she knew she wouldn't be able to help it.

Just then she felt his fingers slip out of her opening. She started to panic. What was he doing? Why was he stopping?

"Okay Jelena. If you want to come, you're going to have to fuck these fingers yourself."

He was making her fuck his fingers so that she could come. It occurred to her one last time to get up and leave, but that would be awkward, she thought. She felt humiliated, but it only added to her arousal and she was so close to orgasm. Her eyes began to tear up and she sobbed a bit onto the fingers in her mouth as she raised her hips and pushed her cunt onto the fingers, bucking and bucking and bucking her hips into them. The utter shamefulness of this situation: a young boy still sucking her nipples while she sucked another man's dirty fingers and fucked her boss's fingers drove her over the edge quickly. She shuddered to her first orgasm. Thrusting her hips forward, her pussy pushed Mr. Elman's fingers out and began to squirt streams of ejaculate from her quivering pussy and trembling body. The fingers left her mouth and she screamed "Oh my god! Ohhhhh! God!—to the delight of all watching. Catcalls rang out among the crowd that had made their way closer and formed a circle around her. She heard Mr. Elman say, "we got ourselves a squirter, ladies and gentlemen, a perfect little slut with a shaved, squirting pussy." She wasn't a slut, was she? What the fuck had she gotten herself into?

How had this happened? Jelena had only agreed to come to the picnic at her boss's house because she felt sort of obligated and because she was feeling like being around people. Now here she was, being led by her boss, Mr. Elman, to allow people she hardly knew expose her breasts and kiss her in front of a bunch of other people she didn't know. And worse, she was about to pull her panties to the side so that they could see how wet all this had made her tingling pussy.

"What have I gotten myself into?" Jelena wondered. "Why don't I just get up now and go? They're not going to hold me down and power themselves on me."

But she didn't. She didn't get up and leave.

"Suck on her tits, Mark," Mr. Elman said, "while I feel her cunt." The word "cunt" sent shivers through her. She was trembling so hard anyone would have noticed. They were using her. And she was letting them. She wanted them to take her.

Her "cunt" throbbed and gushed with wetness. She could feel her lips tingling, swelling, and opening to Mr. Elman and he had yet to even touch her between her legs. She couldn't believe this was happening in broad daylight at the home of her boss and a bunch of other people she hardly knew.

As Mark started sucking on her breasts, she arched her back, serving her tits to his mouth. Simultaneously, one set of salty fingers entered her mouth while another pulled her hair from behind, hurting her slightly. They must have belonged to the unidentified man, she thought. But it didn't matter anymore who did what. The men around her would melt into one mélange of cocks, balls, fingers, and mouths.

She had shaved herself completely in anticipation of her supposed date, which made her feel more like a total whore, and she could hear the sounds—cheers even—of the other people at the cookout as she reached down and pulled her own panties to the side so that Mr. Elman could show the crowd how much she liked what they were doing to her. It shamed her that he was making her participate in her own offense. Once she had exposed her pussy, she heard him say, "look at this smooth little shaved pussy, "before she felt a few light slaps. You could hear the embarrassing sound of wetness when his hand made contact. Then it happened: his fingers began to slide effortlessly in and out of her, right there in front of everybody.

"Why Jelena," said Mr. Elman as he finger-fucked her, "you've got the wettest little cunt I've ever seen." She couldn't help but let a moan escape around the fingers that swirled around her mouth. "It's wonderful. You all have got to feel this!"

Other hands began to explore her. Jelena could hardly stand it. She felt an orgasm welling up inside her already. Mr. Elman was an expert. He curved his two fingers upward inside her and was rubbing her g-spot, which, she knew, would make her have a squirting orgasm right there in front of everybody. She did not want to make any more of a spectacle out or herself than she already was, but she knew she wouldn't be able to help it.

Just then she felt his fingers slip out of her opening. She started to panic. What was he doing? Why was he stopping?

"Okay Jelena. If you want to come, you're going to have to fuck these fingers yourself." He was making her fuck his fingers so that she could come. It occurred to her one last time to get up and leave, but that would be awkward, she thought. She felt humiliated, but it only added to her arousal and she was so close to orgasm. Her eyes began to tear up and she sobbed a bit onto the fingers in her mouth as she raised her hips and pushed her cunt onto the fingers, bucking and bucking and bucking her hips into them. The utter shamefulness of this situation: a young boy still sucking her nipples while she sucked another man's dirty fingers and fucked her boss's fingers drove her over the edge quickly. She shuddered to her first orgasm. Thrusting her hips forward, her pussy pushed Mr. Elman's fingers out and began to squirt streams of ejaculate from her quivering pussy and trembling body. The fingers left her mouth and she screamed "Oh my god! Ohhhhh! God!—to the delight of all watching. Catcalls rang out among the crowd that had made their way closer and formed a circle around her. She heard Mr. Elman say, "we got ourselves a squirter, ladies and gentlemen, a perfect little slut with a shaved, squirting pussy." She wasn't a slut, was she? What was happening here?

She collapsed back into the chair, but she didn't have long to recover before a cock started pushing against her lips. Someone held her head to the side and she submissively opened her mouth. A cock entered slowly but surely, slipping past her lips and filling her mouth.

"Hold on," Mr. Elman said to the perpetrator. "Let her do it."

"Now Jelena," he continued. "Look directly at the cock pointed toward your face and move your mouth around it."

"Oh god," she thought. "Why couldn't they just take her? Why were they making her do it like this?"

She pushed her head out and onto the cock, working her lips over it. She reached out with her hand and gripped it near the base, but again Mr. Elman intervened.

"No hands, Jelena. Just kiss it a little. Lick it."

She did as she was told: tease the cock. She kissed the head and suckled it lightly, then licked underneath the shaft. It smelled a little musty.

"Now, Jelena, you can use your hands a little. Grab it and stroke it gently while you lick the balls."

She didn't want to lick this man's hairy balls, but she did it anyway, lightly stroking the cock up and down as she took each testicle in her mouth alternately.

"Open wide and get them both in your pretty little mouth, Jelena," continued Mr. Elman. "And while she's doing that, Mark, you might taste her pussy if you'd like."

As Mark started lapping at her pussy and another set of hands grabbed at her breasts, Mr. Elman started giving Mark directions.

"Mark, lick around the outside first, lightly circling her entire pussy. Tease her asshole a bit when you get down to the bottom. We're going to have to get that loosened up."

Jelena shivered with trepidation at the thought that they were going to use her ass. She had had anal sex before, but that was a while ago and she remembered how much it hurt at first, even though it turned out to be really intense and pleasurable. But she didn't want to go through that now, with these men, however many there were. It was one thing to suck and fuck them, but her anus represented another level of intimacy, didn't it?

"Okay, Mark, start licking up and down the slit, slipping your tongue in and out of the hole at the bottom and licking around the clit at the top as you do."

Despite the fact that Mark was inexperienced, the attention he was giving her pussy was driving the anxiety out of her head and making her lose herself again. She focused renewed energy on the cock and balls before her. She removed her mouth from the balls and her hands from the cock, looking at its veiny length and reconciling herself to the disgusting act she was not committed to before opening her lips again around it.

"Force your head all the way down on it, Jelena. All the way down that pretty throat of yours. I want you to show it how much you love having a cock down your throat. It's just like a kiss Jelena, a long, deep, intimate kiss."

She knew better than that. She couldn't believe that she was allowing him to insult her intelligence and humiliate her like this in front of all these people, who renewed their catcalls as she pushed her head down on the cock as hard as she could, feeling its length slide through her lips, over her tongue, and across the roof of her mouth. She started gagging a little about halfway down and backed off a bit.

"Don't take your mouth off that cock, Jelena. Don't back all the way off. It's okay if you fetish on it and gag. That's all part of it. And don't swallow either, just let the saliva drip out. Now, that's a good girl. Back down, all the way down."