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Becoming a Fuckbuddy


Several of my buddies take an annual trip, just the guys, leaving the wives at home and taking a week to do all that stupid stuff that wives hate; takeing beer, watching sports, swapping stories, and generally being guys.

This year we decided to go skiing and found an awesome cabin in the woods near a major ski resort. Even better, the resort was near a casino; takeing beer, watching sports, and gambling, it just doesn't get better than that.

Eight guys were able to convince their families to let them go, so we boarded a plane in Phoenix on Saturday morning, and were relaxing in front of the fire, cold brew in hand by Saturday night. As a group, we were all married, ranging in age from 34 to 46, and all with at least one kid. In fact, it was mainly through the kids' school that we had all become friends.

Several guys hit the casino Saturday night, but I figured I had all week to blow my nest egg, so along with a couple of others, I stayed in. Bruce broke out some cards and poker chips and we had a friendly game of low stakes Texas Hold'em. He had picked up a set of XXX playing cards in the airport, and I had a hard time concentrating on the game with all the hot little porn sluts caught in various acts of debauchery on each of the 52 cards.

That night, I had some wild sex dreams and woke up with a raging boner. After lying in bed for several minutes, masturbating slowly, I realized my morning wood wasn't going anywhere without some further attention. I snuck out to the dining room and grabbed the pack of XXX playing cards off the table before heading to the bathroom for a little private stroke session. I dealt several cards on the bathroom counter, yanked my shorts down around my ankles and went to work giving my horny dick a thorough jerking. As I neared the point of no return, the bathroom door opened and Vince stepped in.

Too late to stop, with one last stroke, I shot a huge wad across the bathroom counter, coating the mirror in several spurts of thick, creamy jizz.

"Oh, cuckolds brownie, sorry man," Vince apologized as it slowly registered in his foggy morning brain what his eyes were seeing. "The door was unlocked, I...."

His voice drifted off as he quickly backed out of the door, closing it behind him. I didn't say a thing, caught completely off-guard, embarrassed worse than the time my Mom had caught me jerking off in the shower. At least then, I was only a kid and I was just doing what teenage boys did. I couldn't fathom what Vince must be thinking, but I hoped he would keep his mouth shut. I didn't want to be the butt of the guys jokes all week long.

I didn't get a moment alone with Vince until later in the morning as we shared a ride up the mountain on the ski lift.

"Vince," I began, shakily. "I want to apologize for earlier. That was totally out of line."

"No problem," Vince replied, a wry smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "My fault man; with a house full of guys, I should have knocked before barging into the bathroom."

"I was totally embarrassed," I admitted, my face even now turning a bright shade of red. "I hope you won't say anything to the guys."

"My lips are sealed, buddy-boy," Vince replied. "I know being away from the wife for a few days can make a man miss the carnal pleasures."

"Yea," I answered, glad to see that Vince understood my situation. "Nothing wrong with feeding the ducks, I'm just sorry you had to witness that."

"Actually," Vince began, "I kinda envy you. I've never been able to get off just using my hand."

"What do you mean?" I questioned, instantly regretting opening this can of worms.

"I'm keeping your secret," Vince replied, "So what I say here is with the strictest confidence, right?"

"Absolutely," I answered. "Buddy-buddy confidentiality."

"Marsha is a dynamo in the sack. I mean the sex is fantastic. She's adventurous and pretty damn talented if you know what I mean."

It wasn't hard to imagine. Vince was an ex-college linebacker, built like a Mack truck with all-American good looks and a full head of wavy dark hair. At the summer pool parties all the wives drooled over the silhouette Vince cut in a pair of wet swim trucks. Lucky for the guys, Marsha, Vince's wife, was a complete babe. Tall and blonde, she had a body that was toned from hours of aerobics and a rack straight out of the pages of Playboy magazine. Thinking of Vince and Marsha getting it on was like imagining Ken and Barbie fucking. It was only natural that the all-American couple was having all-world sex.

"Anyway," Vince continued, "Using my hand to get off has just never appealed to me. Maybe it's the Catholic upbringing; you know, hair will grow on your palm or you will go blind. And with the great sex at home, I've just never had the need to masturbate."

Knowing that Vince traveled a lot with his job, I asked, "But what about when you are out of town. Don't you get horny?"

"Fuck yea," Vince chuckled. "I don't know why I'm telling you this. I guess it's the bond formed when a guy catches his poker buddy jerking off in the bathroom."

"Very funny," I said, now generally interested in hearing his confession. "Your secret is safe with me."

"Well," he stuttered, "I have needs just like any guy. When I'm out of town, I mess around."

"On Marsha?" I exclaimed, genuinely surprised.

"Yea. But hold on, I don't actually have sex. I limit my fooling around to oral sex. I know, I know that sounds like total horsecuckolds brownie, but I have never fucked anybody else since I married Marsha."

"So let me get this straight," I began as the lift neared the top of the mountain. "When you're out of town, you find local women willing to suck your dick? Well no fucking wonder you don't like to masturbate."

"I never said women," Vince replied as we unloaded the lift, meeting up with the other guys before I could follow-up on the bomb he just dropped.

* * * * * *

Later in the bar, Vince headed up to buy a round.

"Let me help you carry them," I offered as I followed him to the bar.

As the bartender was pouring our takes, I couldn't resist, "What did you mean earlier by "I never said women"?"

"I knew I should have kept my big mouth shut," Vince began. "But since you asked, I prefer getting head from women, but to be honest, when I'm out of town on business, I don't have the time or the energy to wine, dine, and seduce a woman. I'm not about to pay a hooker. Instead, I post a permisteral ad on the internet with a picture of my dick and a very specific scenario of what I'm looking for and within a few hours I have a host of willing cocksuckers from which to choose."

"You mean guys respond to your ad, willing to suck your dick?" I asked.

"Not just willing, they are usually begging to swallow my load. Guys are the biggest fucking size queens. I get e-mails from guys actually willing to pay me to suck my dick," Vince replied, a boastful smirk crossing his face. "And I gotta tell you, men make fantastic cocksuckers. Marsha gives great head, but nothing compared to some of the service I've received from these anonymous dudes."

"So you hook-up with fags?" I asked, somewhat appalled, but still fascinated.

"Actually, most of the guys are married, you know, closet queers with regular lives, but with this thing about sucking dick. You'd be surprised how many are out there. My ads are very specific and I prescreen all the replies, usually meeting guys in a local bar or coffee shop before bringing them back to my hotel room. I stay away from the real homos and twinks."

"And it always works?"

"Usually," Vince continued, "Although being out here in the middle of nowhere this week, I haven't had any luck yet."

"You posted an ad this week?" I gasped.

"Yea, I figured I'd give it a shot."

"What internet site do you use?" I asked, trying to understand why I was so enthralled with Vince's seedy sex life.

"Mostly craigslist.org, but there are other ones as well," Vince replied, as he paid the bartender. "I know it sounds strange, but somehow, when it's a dude swallowing my dick, I don't feel as if I'm cheating on Marsha. I never reciprocate and I keep everything totally anonymous. I don't even think of the guy as a guy, just a willing mouth to work a big load from my horny cock. It's no different than you using your hand to relieve yourself."

"Right," I answered, not believing Vince was right at all, but intrigued and somewhat turned on by his confidential admission.

Trying to fall arelax that night, I kept replaying our conversation in my mind. Craigslist.org huh?; unable to relax, I broke out my laptop and logged on. The cabin had a wireless network and I was surfing craigslist in no time. I found the men-seeking-men permisterals for the general area we were staying and tracked down what must have been Vince's posting:

Hung white male looking for a sub cocksucker to worship and swallow – In town the week of March 19 – 26. Looking to meet at a local coffee shop, before returning to my rental and spending several hours fucking your face into presentation. If you are not an expert deep-throater, you will be when I finish with you. You should take instruction well and be willing to submit to light bondage and offense. I will not reciprocate and am not looking for chit chat or drama.

Me: 6'2", 195, in-shape, aggressive, verbal, 9+" uncut (see attached pic), disease free, safe and sane. You: Regular guy, prefer married or bi, disease free, expert cocksucker, submissive and discreet.

Holy cuckolds brownie, I thought to myself as I reread the posting. The attached picture did not show Vince's face, but the physique looked familiar. He must have used some picture alteration software or something because the dick attached to Vince's body looked otherworldly. It was fucking huge, his big masculine hand barely reaching around its girth as he squeezed his root, the red engorging his mushroom head and the big veins throbbing angrily down the length of his impressive rod. This guy was hung like a horse.

As I stared at Vince's picture, my cock began to stir between my legs. Maybe Vince was right. Maybe men, including me, were size queens. I had messed around with guys back in college, usually to make a girl I was seeing happy, but I had never been as sexually charged by a naked man as I was looking at Vince's big dick literally leaping off my laptop's screen.

Before I knew what I was doing, I clicked on the anonymous e-mail link and began typing a response to Vince's posting, even as I was slowly stroking the raging boner now tenting my boxers:

Sub cocksucker here, 5'11", 175, married (must be discreet), disease free, looking to give no recip head. Staying in same area and willing to come to you. Can meet tomorrow to drain your load.

Without another thought, I hit the send key and watched as my innocence disappeared into cyberspace. Immediately regretting my actions, I wondered if Vince would even be checking his e-mail tonight. We had all drank pretty heavily and I figured he must be ****** by now.

To my surprise, a responding e-mail came almost immediately. Vince was obviously hornier than I had imagined:

Meet me at 9am at the French Roast on Main Street. If all is a go, I'll bring you back to my place and fuck your throat into presentation.

Vince was a real piece of work. I could just imagine this big dicked stud taking complete control and fucking some stranger's throat with reckless abandon. But I had to admit, I couldn't get the image of his big appendage out of my mind. For whatever reamister, I pictured myself on my knees sucking his big cock and swallowing his salty load. I quickly shot off a reply:

I know the place. See you there. I'll be wearing a baseball cap backwards.

I shutdown my laptop and rolled over, trying to decide whether I was just messing with Vince or if I really intended to go through with the proposed rendezvous.

* * * * * *

As the guys geared up next morning to go skiing, I noted that Vince had not come out of his room.

Knock, knock, "Vince, you coming with us?" I asked.

"Matt, you and the guys go ahead without me," he replied, "I've got a conference call with work I've got to take this morning. I'll catch up later."

My heart skipped a beat. Vince didn't have a conference call, he had a booty call and the coffee shop down the hill was his reception area.

Unsure of my next move, I walked down to the shuttle stop with the guys at 8:30 to catch the bus to the mountain. Just as the bus pulled up, I grabbed Bruce, "It's starting to snow and I forgot my goggles. I'll catch up with you guys on the mountain."

As the bus pulled away, I realized I was halfway to doing this. I walked into the coffee shop, grabbed a latte and a newspaper and found a secluded table in the back, setting up my stake-out.

Fifteen minutes later, Vince walked in wearing jeans, boots, and a sweater, obviously not dressed for skiing, bought a coffee and sat down at the table near the door, watching intently as each customer entered.

Taking a deep breath, I stood up and made my way to Vince's table. I pulled out a chair and sat down.

Turning to me, a look of utter shock on his face, Vince croaked, "What the hell, I mean, what are you doing here, Matt? I thought you went skiing."

Slowly, I reached up and spun my baseball cap backwards on my head, "I'm here to meet you. I think you called it a pre-screening?"

"You fucker," Vince exhaled, clearly pissed at what he perceived was a practical joke.

"No, not a fucker, a cocksucker," I whispered, trying to ensure the elderly couple at the next table didn't overhear our conversation.

"What are you up to?" Vince demanded, a look of real anger spreading across his chiseled face.

Jumping in with both feet, I replied, "Seriously man, I'm here to answer your craigslist post. I'm ready to have my face fucked into presentation."

"Dude, this is not funny," Vince cackled. "I told you that stuff in the strictest confidence. It's not some joke."

"I know," I responded. "This is not a joke. I want you to take me back to the cabin and use me like one of your other faggot whores. I don't know why I want this I just know that I want it. Your story yesterday intrigued me and that picture you posted drove me over the top. I can't stop thinking about sucking your cock. You don't have many other options, are you telling me you're not interested?"

"You're not fucking kidding are you, Matt?" Vince replied.

"No, I'm completely serious. So do I pass your screening test?"

"Have you ever done this before?" he asked.

"It's been awhile," I admitted. "I fooled around with a couple of guys back in college."

"Well, let's see. You've caught me more than a little off guard. You certainly pass the visual inspection and seeing as how we are friends, if you tell me you're disease free, I guess I trust you."

"What kind of questions would you ask a typical mark?" I asked.

Trying to remain calm, Vince replied, "So, Matt, are you willing to completely submit to my demands? Will you take my instruction and do as I order?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Again, buddy, this is not a joke, I don't want to have a sexual relationship with you. I mean, I want to treat you like any of the other faggots I hook-up with. I like it rough and I like to humiliate my cocksuckers. It's just my MO, it's what gets me off. Can you handle that?"

"Yes," I answered again, conscious to keep the small talk at a minimum, even as I tried to hide the growing lump in my ski pants.

"OK. Do you mind if I bind your hands behind your back during the action?"

"No," I replied, feeling my cock stir uncontrollably.

"Can I fuck your mouth for as long as it takes to get me off?"

"Yes."

"Do you understand that I will not reciprocate? I will not touch you, kiss you, lick you, etc."

"I understand."

"Will you swallow my jizz?" Vince continued.

"Yes," I croaked, barely above a whisper.

"OK, then follow me. From the time we step inside the front door, I own you, do you understand? You will follow my orders and pleasure me as I instruct. When I am done, you may leave," Vince completed his interrogation.

"I understand," I replied as I stood up to follow Vince out of the coffee shop, grateful for my loose fitting ski pants that concealed the raging boner between my legs.

* * * * * *

As Vince closed the front door of the cabin, he turned to me and ordered, "Strip naked, now."

Eager to please my self-professed tormentor, I stripped and gathered my clothes in my arms. I was proud of my body as I spend several hours each week at the gym. But after seeing the picture of Vince's big cock, I was somewhat embarrassed of the rather average boner now sprouting from my naked crotch.

"Just drop them here," Vince ordered.

"But what if the guys come home?" I responded.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch, and do as I say," Vince commanded, giving me a wicked stare.

He was obviously serious, so I quickly dropped my clothes in a heap.

"That's better boy. Now get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here," Vince instructed.

"Yes sir," I replied as I followed his directions.

"Nuzzle your face up against my crotch, bitch," Vince demanded.

Without hesitation, I rubbed my cheek against the large bulge forming in Vince's Levis and immediately knew that the dick in the picture on his permisteral ad was not a fake. I mouthed the growing lump in Vince's jeans and ran my tongue up and down the length of his growing tool, making the denim wet with my saliva. I had watched plenty of porn in my day and I tried to visualize the hottest head scenes I could remember, intent to perform like a cocksucking star for Vince. A wet spot began to spread on the denim as his cock began to leak copious amounts of precum. I sucked the salty spooge from the wet denim, smacking my lips as I got my first taste of Vince's seed.

"You like the taste of my precum, don't you queer?" Vince chuckled.

"Very much, sir," I replied.

"You want some of that big dick, don't you faggot?" Vince growled.

"Yes sir," I obediently responded.

"Let me hear you beg for it."

"Please sir, I want to suck your cock," I heard myself say, unsure where the words or the urges were coming from.

"You want me to fuck your pussy little mouth don't you cuntface?" Vince snarled.

"Oh yes sir, I want your big cock stuffed down my tight, eager throat," I moaned as I felt Vince's cock swell to semi-hardness.

"You think you can handle all that cock, bitch?"

"Yes, sir, I'll try my best."

"Oh, you'll try alright, slut. You'll try not to fetish to death when I shove my cock balldeep down your piehole. I'll train your throat to take cock like a fucking whore."

Vince's nasty verbal use had my cock rockhard and I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth so bad I thought I might erupt just from the thought of it.

"Use your teeth bitch and unzip my fly," Vince ordered. "Don't use your hands, do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I replied as I bit down on his zipper and slowly worked the fly open.

"That's a good bitch," Vince purred. "Now work your tongue down in my fly and taste my cock."

I did as instructed and ran my tongue over the firey flesh of Vince's pulsating prick. Wanting more, I brought my hand up to Vince's crotch, intending to pry his big bone free of the confines of his jeans.

Smack!!! I felt my cheek go numb as Vince slapped my face hard. "I said no hands, dumbcuckolds brownie. Can't you follow a simple instruction?"

"I'm sorry," I managed, torn between the pain in my cheek and the anger rising in me. I didn't have to take this cuckolds brownie but at the same time, I wanted to please Vince and show him what a good cocksucker I could be.

"Don't let it happen again," he grunted. "Just use your tongue and work my cock out."

After several minutes of hard work, I finally managed to suck his cock through the fly of his jeans, his now nearly hard tool finally popping free of the spit and pre-cum soaked material. As his cock sprang into the open, I swallowed hard; fuck this guy was hung like a goddamn donkey. His dick bobbed wickedly and slapped against my cheek several times as I stared down the full length of his rigid rod.

"Good boy," Vince chuckled. "I knew you could do it. Now don't just stare at it, get to fucking work."

Without further delay, I opened wide and Vince's inched his cockhead between my open lips. The big mushroom head completely filled my mouth and I had to stretch my jaw to accommodate his impressive girth.

"Use your tongue and lube up my shaft as I work some of this meat down your virgin throat," Vince ordered.

He wasn't wasting any time. As he began to feed me several inches of his boner, I freaked out. Without thinking, I reached up and put my hands on Vince's hips, trying to prevent him from stuffing any more cock down my challenged throat.

"That's it faggot," Vince yelled as he pulled his nearly fully erect boner from my mouth and slapped my face with his spit covered cock. "You don't listen very well. My fucking dog follows instructions better than you."

He reached down and unbuckled his leather belt, yanking it off.

"Put your hands together behind your back," he ordered as he looped the braided belt around my wrists and fastened it tightly, effectively immobilizing my hands. He held the end of the belt, a leash by which he could further control and limit my movements.

"You won't be using those hand any more faggot," he barked. With a sharp tug on the belt, he ordered, "Now use that tongue and suck my balls out of my fly."

With additional work and instruction, I freed his large, hanging nuts and took turns massaging each of the hairy balls in my warm mouth as Vince's hard cock lay heavily across my exposed head.

"You ready to try working that big cock back down your throat, bitch?" Vince continued.

"Yes sir," I replied, unsure of how I was going to get more than a couple of inches of his cock down my throat.

"Open wide cocksucker and stick out your faggot tongue," Vince ordered as he waggled his enormous phallus handsfree back and forth across my face, slapping my tongue and thumping my cheeks repeatedly. Letting out a hearty chuckle, Vince grabbed my head in his masculine hands and taking dead aim, thrust forward, impaling my face on his throbbing hard-on.

Several inches were rammed down my throat, and with my hands effectively immobilized and my head locked by Vince's vice-like grip, I could only sputter and gag as the big mushroom head of his angry cock filled my throat to its limits. As my eyes began to water and my throat struggled to accommodate this monster, Vince kept his dick stuffed down my windpipe for what seemed like several minutes, although it must have been no more than thirty seconds.

Just seconds before I thought I would blackout, Vince withdrew his weapon from my ***d throat and I coughed and gagged, fighting hard not to blow chunks all over the entry hall floor. The cold entry hall tiles were hell on my knees, but all I could think about was getting Vince's dick stuffed back down my throat.

Without additional warning, Vince thrust forward, several inches of spit covered steel again sliding past my tongue and down my stretched throat. "Watch those teeth, faggot," Vince instructed as he again held my head firmly, keeping my throat impaled on several inches of his massive meat.

This time my gag reflex receded quickly and by relaxing my throat, I was able to take another couple of inches of Vince's cock as he maintained a constant pressure against the back of my throat. After thirty seconds, Vince withdrew, repeating this performance several more times, each effort resulting in bottoming out deeper and deeper down my throat.

After five minutes of this ***, I was amazed to feel Vince's untrimmed pubes tickling my nose. Somehow I had deepthroated his entire shaft. My jaw ached and I was still struggling to breath, but my throat had somehow defied logic and I had taken all Vince had to give.

"Oh, yea bitch," Vince moaned, his cock still held ball deep down my throat. "Now that you've learned how to work a real cock down your piehole, its time you learn how to suck cock."

Slowly, Vince began to fuck my now accommodating throat with deep, steady strokes. "Use your tongue on the underside of my shaft," Vince ordered. "And lick my nuts each time I bottom out down your throat."

My knees ached and my bound hands were going numb behind my back, but I was elated to be taking all Vince had to dish out. As my face was being plowed, I could feel my rock hard dick bouncing off my belly as my body was being thrown around like a rag doll under Vince's relentless pace.

"Yea bitch," Vince moaned as he held my head and fucked my face without mercy. "You like getting your pussy mouth fucked by that big dick, don't you?"

I could only moan my approval as Vince continued to drill my throat ferociously. After several minutes of sweaty face fucking, Vince pulled his sloppy cock from my mouth and slapped my faced hard with his meaty appendage. "Suck my nuts, cuntface," he ordered.

I obeyed instinctively and spent several minutes rolling each big ball in my wet mouth, feeling Vince's sperm bubbling in his hairy, sweaty sack.

"Edge it cocksucker," Vince ordered as he roughly turned my head sideways and ran his harmonica back and forth over my tongue. "Now open wide," he instructed as he again mounted my face and fucked it ruthlessly.

After several more minutes of deepthroating, Vince pulled his cock from my ravaged mouth and with a sharp yank on my belt/leash, pulled me to my feet. "Into my bedroom, bitch," Vince ordered, "I'm gone fuck that pussy throat of yours into complete presentation."

Dragging me behind him, Vince entered the bedroom and roughly threw me down onto the bed. "On your back, faggot," Vince ordered, "and lean your head back over the edge of the bed."

As I did so, Vince stripped naked and stood over me, straddling my head and slowly stroking his huge tool, his nuts hanging mere inches from my exposed face. Vince squatted down slightly and sladyed my face in his sweaty sack.

"Suck those balls bitch," Vince commanded as he continued to jerk his tool. Vince leaned further forward and ground his musky asshole against my nose and mouth. "Rim my hole, cocksucker," Vince moaned as I used my tongue to explore his anus.

"Oh yea, that feels fucking fantastic," Vince exhaled as I buried my tongue as far up his pooper as I could.

After several minutes of tongue-fucking his ass, Vince stood back, "You keep that up faggot and I'm gone loose my load. And I know you don't want me to waste a load, do you bitch?"

"No sir," I croaked, my throat still sore and my voice unsteady.

"Where do you want my jizz, cocksucker?" Vince enquired wickedly.

"Down my throat, sir," I replied, genuinely eager to taste the big, salty reward I had been working hard to earn.

"I knew it," he chuckled. "Lean that head back and open up that throat, cause I'm gonna fuck your mouth like a pussy and blow this spooge straight down your gullet."

With my hands still tied behind my back, I was helpless. Vince put his hands under my neck and tilted my head back as far as it would go, opening a straight pathway down my throat. He positioned his cockhead against my tongue, and I eagerly lapped up the precum still leaking from his piss slit.

With a grunt, Vince shoved his cock down my throat till his balls were bouncing off my forehead. He rapidly built to a ferocious pace as he screwed my face with deep, powerful strokes, my tongue working overtime to keep his piston lubed as he pummeled by aching throat. After several minutes of deep dicking, I felt his penis swell noticeably and knew he was near eruption.

With one last deep thrust, Vince held his cock stuffed down my piehole and with an earth shattering grunt, he exploded, jets of hot spunk shooting straight down my throat. As I began to gag and sputter, Vince pulled his slick rod from my mouth and continued to shoot his thick, sticky wad all over my face and chest, the violent eruptions splattering down my belly and glazing my still rockhard boner.

"Fuck yea, buddy," Vince exhaled as the current from his hose slowed to a trickle. I eagerly lapped up the last few drops of thick spunk, sucking the jizz from Vince's semi-hard cock as it sagged against my cum coated mug.

As Vince collapsed on the bed, he reached down and unbuckled the belt binding my hands. "Good job, cocksucker," he conceded. "You can go into the bathroom and squeeze out your load if you want."

I had totally forgotten about my ignored member and only now realized how much my throbbing boner needed attention. I staggered to my feet, weak from the thorough throat fucking I had endured and stumred into the bathroom to masturbate.

After five or six quick strokes, my cock exploded, erupting long ropes of sticking jizz three or four feet, all over the sink, counter, and mirror, as I relived the unbelievable experience of being dominated by Vince.

As I slumped against the counter, I looked up to see Vince watching me from the door, slowly squeezing his now limp dick. "Well buddy, you did pretty fucking good for a newbie. Sorry if I got a little carried away, but I told you I like to be aggressive and really dominate my cocksuckers. Marsha would cut off my balls if I tried that cuckolds brownie with her."

"No problem, buddy," I replied, happy to have received a good grade but bummed that the sexual tension that had made me Vince's cocksucking bitch was no longer in the air. I had really enjoyed submitting to Vince's demands and would have happily reenacted the scene right now if Vince had ordered me to my knees.

"I'm gonna jump in the shower and get ready to go skiing," Vince smiled. "It's against my policy, but you are invited to join me if you want."

Vince ducked into the shower and without hesitation I followed him. Vince was staying in the master suite and the shower was a big double stall with several shower heads and a tiled bench.

As we soaped up, I turned to Vince, "Man, that was fucking intense. How did that compare to your average encounter?"

"Well, to be honest, I was probably a little more aggressive with you than normal," Vince admitted. "Originally I thought you were full of cuckolds brownie and would wimp out. I pushed pretty hard but you didn't show any signs of breaking. I gotta tell you, you're a pretty fucking good cocksucker; and you clearly have a dormant submissive side."

"Yea, I guess so," I responded, fully aware that Vince had me pegged. "I think you are right. Some guys are size queens and I think I would have done anything to please you."

"Anything?" Vince asked as he soaped up his schlong.

"Yea, I think so," I answered, reaching down to soap up my Johnmister, surprised to find it was rock hard again.

"Would you bend over and let me fuck you in the ass?" Vince questioned, an evil mischief in his voice.

"Huh?" I replied, knowing damn well where Vince was going with this as I watched him stroke his now semi-erect cock.

"Well, I've always wanted to fuck Marsha in the ass, but it's the one thing she absolutely refuses. I've seen porn stars take dicks bigger than mine up their poop chute, but Marsha is adamant. She says I could injure her for life."

"I thought you only had guys suck your dick?" I asked, curious to see how this would play out.

"Oh, for sure. With all the diseases and cuckolds brownie, no way I'd risk my health to fuck some anonymous guy in the butt. Guys have asked, no make that begged, me to pack their fudge, but I always refuse."

"But you want to fuck my ass?"

"Um, yea. I know you're clean and healthy, and when you were rimming my hole earlier, I had these totally nasty thoughts of bending you over and stuffing my pole up your cuckolds brownieter."

"So you've never done this before?" I quizzed Vince.

"No man, your cherry ass would be my first. And I can see from the boner you're sporting there that you kinda like the idea too."

I didn't need any more encouragement. I wanted to be the first to enjoy the pleasure of getting my ass reamed by Vince's fat fuckstick. And he was right, this conversation had my dick so fucking hard it hurt.

I turned my back to Vince and bent over, resting my hands on the tiled bench, "Make me your fuckbitch, stud."

Vince didn't need any further encouragement. He grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up his now rock hard prick before lathering up my crack and working a lubed finger up my virgin hole.

"Damn your hole is fucking tight, dude," Vince exhaled as he took turns working his fat digits into my butt. The soap provided plenty of lube, and even when he stuffed his pudgy thumb up my backdoor, I didn't mind at all.

As he worked first two and then three fingers together into my rump, I began to realize the predicament I was getting myself into. Vince was being patient and taking his time, trying to stretch my anus slowly before he impaled me on his mighty manhood. But I knew no amount of advanced preparation was going to make my ass ready for his impending invasion. Besides, I was so fucking horned up, I wanted to feel him screwing my ass right now.

"Thanks man," I managed as he humped my hole with three soapy fingers. "But don't worry about me. Take my ass now, man. Fuck my little manpussy like you fucked my face before."

"That's what I wanted to hear, cuntface," Vince snarled, immediately falling back into character as the aggressive, dominant top.

My grip on the tiled bench turned white knuckle as I looked back between my spread legs to see Vince soaping up his massive boner. From this point of view, his cock looked enormous and I was going to have a front row seat to see him shove that beast up my poorly prepared pooper. With one hand, he grabbed my waist and used his other hand to steer his cockhead to the entrance of my backdoor. He rubbed his sudsy schlong up and down my wet crack, teasing my hole as he applied light pressure against my sphincter.

I tried repeatedly to lean my weight back against his rod, driven insane with the desire to feel his prick *** my hole. Each time, he expertly shifted his weight and his cock simply rocked back and forth in my soapy crack, his nuts slapping against my butt cheeks.

"Beg for it bitch," he ordered.

"Please," I implored. "Stop teasing me and **** my virgin hole. I need to feel your hard cock stuffed up my ass."

"That's better," Vince replied. And with a sudden movement, he locked my waist in both hands and drove his lubed piston home, nearly half of his enormous cock buried up my butt in one swift thrust.

"Oh my fucking #@&*....." I yelled, the string of explicatives echoing off the walls of the big shower. I couldn't imagine anything hurting as much as my ass currently hurt; not youngbirth, not breaking a bone, hell, not even getting shot. My wind was knocked from my gut as I struggled to pull forward and free my ass from this sadistic bastard and his *******er cock.

But Vince held my hips firmly and continued to drive his weight against my ass, my head shoved up against the wall of the shower, my body no further escape route from his invading horde. In fact as I struggled, I could only push back off the shower wall which resulted in additional inches of Vince's dick being shoved further down my ***d hole.

"You're gonna fucking split me in two, Vince," I struggled, barely able to vocalize words around the sheer pain I was fighting. A searing white heat enflamed my rectum as Vince maintained a steady pressure on my puckered hole.

"That's the plan, slut," Vince laughed as he continued to power his soap-covered cock deeper into my butt. "You really need to loosen up buddy cause I sure like having your ass-meat wrapped around my prick. I think I'm gonna take to this buttfucking real nice. I might fuck this prime piece of ass all goddamn day."

"You're one sick bastard," I exhaled, as I felt Vince's hairy nuts brush against my ass. Looking back between my legs, I saw all but the last couple of inches of Vince's rod buried in my stretched hole. My head was spinning and I saw stars swimming before my eyes; I thought I was going to pass out.

"Shut the fuck up and take it like a man, pussy," Vince barked. "And quit all that squirming. I'll train that ass to love my cock."

Very slowly, the pain in my ass began to subside, replaced first by a dull throb and then a feeling of complete fullness. Vince held firm and began to grind his cock into my stuffed cuckolds brownieter. Although I received no physical pleasure from the constant grinding, I was amazed to see my cock was still rock hard and leaking precum.

I reached back between my legs and massaged Vince's balls, wrapping my hand around the base of his tool trying to extricate a few inches from my ***d butt.

Mistaking my attempt to free my ass from his prolonged penetration, Vince smiled, "That's it buddy. I knew you'd come around. So you want me to start fucking that butt do you?"

Before I could answer, he slowly withdrew several inches of butt meat and began a slow, steady assault on my hole. As he initiated a steady fucking rhythm, the friction on my sphincter grew more and more pleasurable. I quit trying to resist Vince's forward thrusts and began to buck back against his torso, trying to match his movements and maximize his penetration. His cockhead found a magic spot deep inside my ***d rectum and as he continued to pound my ass, I began to moan.

"Oh, yea bitch, you like that don't you?" Vince questioned.

"Fuck yea," I groaned, finally beginning to enjoy every inch of his big cock as it drilled my man cunt. "Fuck my ass, buddy like you fuck your wife's pussy. Feed me that magnificent cock."

"That's so fucking hot bitch," Vince moaned. "My cock is stretching your hole so wide. You're not gonna be able to walk right for a week."

"I don't fucking care," I exhaled. "Pound my hole into presentation, man. I can't get enough of your cock."

For several minutes, Vince pounded my ass with long, steady strokes. Periodically, Vince would pull his dick from my hole and apply a new coating of soap suds before driving his rod back down my wide-open anus.

"Fuck, dude, your ass feels better than my wife's pussy," Vince said as he continued to train my virgin butt. "Time for you to do some work."

He withdrew his tool and spun me around. As he sat on the bench, he lowered me down onto his towering tool. "Bounce up and down on it bitch," he commanded.

I didn't need any additional instruction as I lowered my ass down on his cock till his balls were grinding against mine. Sitting on Vince's lap, I had close to a foot of dick shoved up my rear.

"Fuck dude, you've got every inch of my cock buried in your ass," Vince moaned. "Now fuck it."

I began doing squats on Vince's lap, loving the feeling of his cock working in and out of me. He reached around and tweaked my nipples hard, sending additional spasms of pleasure shooting through my body. I bounced up and down on his pogo for several minutes, my own dick slapping against my belly as I fucked him like cheap whore. I resisted the urge to reach down and stroke my cock, sure that one quick jerk would send my dick over the edge into spasms of ejaculation. I could feel every pulsating vein of Vince's angry cock as he trained my ass to take his full length, the warm water from the shower continuing to cascade over our naked, sweaty bodies.

As the water turned colder, the hot water spent, Vince slapped my ass hard and pushed me off his tool. He reached over and turned off the water before ordering me out of the shower, "Get up on the counter top, bitch. Yea right there, sitting in your own pool of jizz."

I sat naked on the cold tile where only recently I had jerked out a huge load, waiting for Vince's next command. Still dripping wet, he stepped up, roughly grabbed my ankles and through them over his shoulders, my ass dangling over the counter edge, his cock poised at my tattered hole.

"I'm gonna fill your ass with my spooge," Vince announced as he entered me violently and resumed his furious fucking of my used ass. With my legs up on his wide shoulders and my head back against the mirrored wall, I was a helpless fuck puppet to Vince's powerful assault.

The tone of his voice clearly let me know he wasn't at all interested in my enjoyment or otherwise.

"So what I want you to do Stewart is get your hand around that pathetic cock of yours, work it up until it's nice and hard and get ready to give me a rim job. You do know what that is don't you bitch?"

Now I had seen quite a few 'hardcore' porn films in my time and had encountered the term rim job before. It was the act of licking the asshole and I nearly fainted at the thought of performing the same vile act I had enjoyed watching women do on this vindictive old bastard. But he had turned around and his ass was backing up towards my cum splattered face and I was frozen on the spot.

"Come on you worm! Everyone knows you are an ass licker around the office, it should be easy for you. Do it! Show me you're the pathetic cuckolds brownie Marcia said you were."

My thinking mind was gone now and I just reacted by obeying his words. It was me that brought the contact on, I leaned forward and my face met his skin. He reached behind himself to pull his ass cheeks somewhat apart and my nose and mouth went where I did not want to go.

"Come on bitch, get licking! Show your respect for me, show your ultimate presentation!"

My tongue began to lap nervously at George's hairy ass and I was repulsed. I had been so easily reduced to this. I knew that I had a submissive streak to my permisterality and now both Marcia and George, two work colleagues, had exposed it badly. As my tongue lapped around his ring and finally probed into his anus I was defeated. Truly he had made me his bitch and slut now and I would be for all my time at this job.

"I told you to masturbate bitch! Get jerking, I want you to experience arousal from servicing my ass!"

My obedience to his commands were by now immediate and took my semi-hard cock in my hand and began to pump it. It did not take long for my glistening cock to become hard, George, looking back through his legs gave a laugh at me being stiff while licking at his asshole. At least he was relatively clean down there and as my tongue extended and took in the full circle of his ass and dipped inside on occasion he was obviously achieving a measure of sexual satisfaction as his own dick was showing signs of life again. Mine too was nearing climax and when George realised that he stood forward, pushed me onto my back and lifted my legs up so I was positioned like I was on an upside down bicycle and my own stiff dick just inches from my own mouth.

"Lets see how flexible you are bitch!"

With that comment he began to use his weight to strain my body so that my cock came closer to my own mouth but there could be no way it could reach, could it? No, was the answer but it was close enough when George took grip of my excited dick and jerked it off until it sprayed into my mouth, which he ordered me to open and I took a mouthful of my own sperm to mix with the taste of his own. He made me swallow it down and released my aching body and lay gasping on the floor as he stood over me triumphant. I was on my back and too tired to move for the moment and George eventually dropped to his knees and masturbated over my face. Just as he groaned and a second thick load of his cum dripped onto my face the door to the interview room opened.

I expected a gloating Marcia to waltz in to witness my final degradation but even from my position as the last splodge of sticky cum hit my face I could tell that it was my girlfriend Lee who came in the door. Her voice was breaking as she stood over me and spat on me and then kicked me in the balls before storming out.

Only then did Marcia enter the room, her voice heavy with success. As I lay moaning and crying on the ground and George got up and got dressed, Marcia stooped over me to see close up the mess on my face.

"I guess that means she wants to break up. I forgot to tell you I 'invited' your little girlfriend next door, you know, the office with the two way mirror for observing interviews. I had the sound turned down for the important bits but she certainly saw how you liked to suck cock and lick ass and wear women's underwear. I do hope she doesn't spread it around the office that you're homosexual, that would be a real shame."

She added a spit of her own to my face and made to leave but not without this rejoinder.

"Still she's a good looking little slut that one, I think I will make her my next slave, after all it seems you're now George's bitch!"

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Becoming His Girl

I should be ashamed to tell you this story. But for some reamister, I have to do it.

My name is Billy. I had just broken up with my girlfriend, Wendy, and I was feeling pretty blue about it. It was the summer after my junior year in high school I had just turned 18, and my parents were taking me on a trip to see colleges in the southeast. We were staying at a very nice resort hotel near Atlanta, my parents had gone off to play a few rounds of golf. I was alone with my moody thoughts by the hotel pool.

I had been a swimmer in high school-- not a great one, but good enough that my coach had told me to shave off all my body hair so I would have as little resistance as possible in the water. I had worked up a good tan, which set off nicely against my little white Speedo bathing suit. I had covered my body with oil and now, glistening, I had hoped this afternoon to find a cute girl by the pool. The only girls there seemed to ignore me, so I tried to lose myself in a novel. That's when I heard a deep male voice ask me a question.

"Is this chair taken?"

I looked up to see a big man with a broad face. He looked to be about 45 years old and in extremely good shape. I told him the chair was available, and e sat down right next to me. I had to admit it, he was extremely handsome. As he took off his robe, I saw his powerful muscular body. He was so much bigger than me, I felt like a girl beside him--- perhaps, in retrospect, too much like a girl.

We struck up a conversation. His name was Jim, he said, and he was here on business.

As usual at that time in my life, I wasted no time telling d him all about my breakup with Wendy. He seemed quite sympathetic and interested, leaning forward and offering me advice. As he made his points about how I should handle my pain, he kept touching my knee. I thought about moving my leg away from him or telling him to stop, but for some reamister, I didn't.

The more we talked the more his hand simply rested on my knee. I felt a little uncomfortable at first, but soon I got used to it. He stared into my eyes as he spoke to me. He seemed very wise, with his deep voice, and I noticed his fingers were squeezing my thigh as he spoke.

I also noticed, to my horror, that my cock was beginning to harden in my suit. His long thick fingers were now sliding up and down my oiled thigh. I was finding it harder to breathe. My cock was now stiffening, it had formed a tent, and I knew he could see it. But I didn't try to stop him from touching me.

Fortunately, we were the only people by the pool at this point. That's when he took things to the next level.

"Well Billy," he said. in a husky half-whisper, "Want to come to my room for a take?"

I decided that a little holy water might relax me a little so I agreed. We both put on our robes, grabbed our stuff,and headed to the elevator. We didn't speak as we rode to the top floor of the hotel. As we rode I thought I felt his hand touching my bottom through my terry cloth robe. Why wasn't I telling him to stop?

We entered his suite, and I was impressed by how big it was compared to the rooms my parents and I had rented. We were in a living room, but the bedroom was someplace else. He asked me if I would like some bourbon and I nodded. He smiled, fixed us both a take and we toasted our new friendship.

I finished my take rather quickly, and he made me another one. As I began sipping it, he put a hand on my shoulder and looked deeply into my eyes.

"You were getting hard out there, Billy," he said. "Was I making you hard?"

I blushed and looked away.

"Look at me young man," he said, his voice now a little menacing.

I didn't like where all this was going, but I also didn't want it to stop.

"You have the kind of body that would make any girl happy."

"Show me again, Billy," said Jim. "Take off your robe and show me your body."

I know. I should never have slipped that robe off my shoulders. and let it fall on the floor. But it felt good to have him admire my body.

"Oh yeah," said Jim, "nice pecs, nice thighs, and what a tight set of abs!"

"Turn around, Billy," Jim told me. I did as I was told. I could feel his eyes on my bottom through my swimming trunks. I resisted the temptation to wiggle it for him.

"So smooth," said Jim.

I picked up my robe. This had gone far enough. Jim stepped in front of the door and tilted my chin up toward his.

"You're not leaving yet, Billy," said Jim. "I'm just getting to know you."

That's when he kissed me. Suddenly, I had my head tilted up and my robe had fallen back to the floor.

I had never been kissed by a man before. It was such a sweet, soft kiss. My mouth opened to accept his probing tongue. I felt his hand cup my firm, round ass through my swimsuit. My cock grew stiff against his thigh.

The bourbon combined with the lust to make me want what was coming next, I guess. When Jim pull ed down my swim suit, I felt a sense of excitement. Peeled free of all my clothes, I was naked now. A man old enough to be my man was kissing me, inspecting me and feeling me up.

"You shaved your cock," said Jim, stroking it up and down. "You look like a little boy."

He was patting my ass now, lightly spanking me. I felt my cock wave stiffly before me.

"No," said Jim. "You're more like a girl, like a girl who needs a good fucking."

I felt myself swooning in his arms.

"I need to get you wet now, don't I?"

Jim's fingers,covered with a greasy substance were now probing around my ass. I squirmed to free myself, but he was holding me tight.

"Hi, Wendy," said Jim, staring into my eyes as he slid his fingers in and out of my bottom. "Want to go out with me?"

His mouth clamped against mine as his fingers wiggled against my sphincter, and I felt my cock pulsing lewdly in front of me. Jim was mocking me now, but I was ready to be taken like a girl, just as he was getting so hot treating me like one.

Jim pushed me to my knees , and then he stripped naked. I gasped at the sight of his cock-- so much longer and thicker than mine, his balls so big and hairy.

"Suck me, Wendy," he said, guiding my head to his cock. I began by licking his shaft. He groaned as my tongue glided over the bulb of his cock. When my lips engulfed his knob, I felt it pushing against the back of my throat.

"Such a sweet little cocksucker," Jim muttered. I felt his cock stiffen more and more inside my mouth.

I was trying to prepare myself for his orgasm. I wasn't expecting him to scoop me up in his arms and carry me into the bedroom. He kissed my mouth again as he lay me on the bed.

"Roll over and show me your ass, Wendy," he said.

I lay atop the blanket with my ass hiked up a little.

"Such a pretty little bottom," he said. "Wiggle it for me, Wendy."

I felt my hard cock throbbing beneath me. He started spanking me harder now. I winced in pain, but I loved every dirty second of it.

"You're my little whore now, Wendy" Jim said. "Aren't you?"

"Yes sir," I said.

"Then get on your back and spread your legs for me."

I felt him pack more lubricant up into my ass. I knew what was coming next.

He mounted me like the girl I knew I was . I winced in wicked pain as he entered my virgin ass for the first time with that hard tool of his, but soon, I was riding on his big thick stick, grabbing his ass and kissing his mouth. I had become his girlfriend and he had become my lover.

"Don't you wonder who's doing this to your Wendy right now?" he whispered cruelly into my ear as his cock plowed my ass. "Don't you wonder whether she's cumming harder with him than she ever did with you?"

My cock, meanwhile, was swelling and straining, and I was ever so ready to cum. He muttered such nasty things in my ear about what a slut I was and how hot my pussy was, and that, coupled with the masterful thrusting of his cock, were taking me over the edge.

Without being touched, my cock exploded in an orgasm that sprayed semen onto the chest of my lover as he continued to fuck me hard and fast.

"Good girl," he said.

His cock was so stiff and big inside me.He was grabbing each cheek of my bottom in his big hands and thrusting now with an urgency that could only mean one thing.

"Take my cum, you little Bitch!" he roared.

With a loud groan he rocked back and forth a couple of times more and I felt his penis spew his seed deep inside me. I curled my legs around his back and let him fill me up.

A few minutes later, his cock slipped from my ass, and I felt his cum oozing down my inner thighs.

He kissed me again, then grabbed the shaft of my cock.

"You know why you lost your girlfriend?" he asked, "Because you fuck like a girl."

I hated to admit it, but he was right.

Later that night, after my parents had gone to relax, I went back to his room. This time, however, under my jeans, instead of my underpants, I was wearing a lacy pair of white bikini panties I had stolen from my lady.

I left Atlanta knowing I had made a big mistake.

The whole ride home with my parents, I felt ashamed about letting Jim, a man old enough to be my man, ravish my 18-year-old male body the night before.

I was especially disturbed because I had loved it so much, being his girl and following his orders. He had called me "Wendy," the name of my ex-girlfriend, and I loved it.

I also had loved being naked for him. I loved raising my ass, spreading my legs, and feeling him enter me. And it bothered me that I came harder than I ever did with a girl as he plowed into me that night.

But now, I was going home, and it would be my secret forever. I resolved to find a new girlfriend and put the sordid events of Atlanta behind me. I would focus on swimming and high school. I was determined to be a practicing hereto-sexual.

Then a few days later at my house, the phone rang and everything changed again.

"Billy?" my lady called out. "Someone named Jim wants to speak to you."

My hand shook as I grabbed the phone in the other room. It was him, alright.

"How did you get my number?" I asked.

He laughed that deep laugh of his.

"Come on, Billy," he said. "Is that any way to talk to an old friend?"

"We have nothing to talk about," I said.

"Listen, you little slut," he hissed. "I have some photographs your parents might like to see."

I was being blackmailed by this wicked older man.

"What do you want from me?"

"Let me see you just once more, and I'll leave you alone."

He insisted on coming to my house, so I told him to be there on Saturday night when my parents were going across town to a party likely to last into the wee hours.

My parents had been gone for an hour Saturday night when the doorbell rang. I had forgotten how big and handsome Jim was. As soon as I closed the door behind him, he sneered at me and threw a big manilla envelope on the floor in front of me.

"Just in case you thought I was bluffing," he said.

I looked at the first picture. There I was, naked, sweaty, and sucking his enormous cock. Had someone else watched us from behind a camera? I slid it back in the envelope and shoved it under the couch. Jim knew he had me where he wanted me.

"Take me to your parent's bedroom," he said.

I assumed I was going up there to get fucked, but instead he started going through my lady's dresser. He pulled out a pair of pink satin bikini panties and a pair of white Flash Dance-style leg warmers. He then went to her jewelry box and found a pearl fetishr.

He threw the whole ensemble on the bed.

"Put these things on under your clothes," he said. "We're going out."

It seemed so degrading. But Jim had me over a barrel., so I took off my underpants, put on the leg warmers and panties under my jeans and tried to position the fetishr so nobody would see it when we left the house.

When I complained that I was getting tired, he handed me a couple of pills.

"Here," he said. "This is a stimulant and this blue one is, uh, a vitamin. Take these before we go."

Had I not taken those pills, in retrospect, maybe the rest of that night would have gone differently.

He drove me silently in his black car.

"Are you taking me to a hotel?" I asked.

Jim said nothing.

We ended up at a large fancy office building downtown. Jim signed in at the security desk then ushered me into an elevator and pushed the button for the penthouse floor.

"You're very popular here," he said with a low laugh. Before I could ask him what he meant, the doors opened.

The place seemed to be deserted. We walked down a marble hall with crystal chandeliers. He escorted me into the men's room.

"Take off everything but the outfit I put on the bed and leave it in the stall."

I did as he told me. How humiliating it was to be a boy clad only in panties, leg warmers and a pearl necklace. Also nasty. Naughty. Dirty. I prayed nobody would see me like this.

But I had to admit, I felt more naked dressed like this than I ever did when I was actually nude.

To make mateters worse, I felt my cock grow hard as a rock in my lady's panties as I accompanied him down the hall.

We entered a large room which I assumed was his office. To my dismay, three other middle aged men in business suits were sitting around a large desk. They all rose as I entered. I tried to turn and run, but Jim twisted my arm behind my back and pushed me forward.

"Here he is, everyone," Jim announced.

"Well well, he is a pretty boy," said the oldest man, laughing and pointing at my cock. "You're right, Jim. He does like wearing women's clothing."

"Let me go, please," I begged Jim who responded by producing a pair of handcuffs and cuffing my wrists behind my back.

"Nonsense," said Jim. "These men just want to get a look at you. They want to watch us together. And after we are done, I'll take you home."

One of the men turned off the overhead light. Now the only light in the room was the desk lamp which acted as a spotlight for the performance to come. Through the window across the room I could see the city skyline.

I began to feel really frightened as the three encircled me. Jim was a tour guide and my body was the destination.

"Check out his nice broad shoulders, his slim waist, and the sleek round globes of his bottom."

The three seemed to be getting hard as they looked me over. I felt their hands on my thighs, my chest, and, yes, my ass and my cock through my panties.

"His nipples are getting hard and his cock is getting stiff," one said. "This one is even gayer than the last boy you brought us."

I felt myself blushing and fighting back tears. I have never been more mortified.

Jim smiled into my eyes as he faced me.

"Ever seen a teen-ager's cock after he's taken amphetamins and Viagra?"

I suddenly realized what that "vitamin" was. I also understood why my cock was so unusually hard.

"No, no, please," I gasped as Jim peeled my panties down my thighs. I looked down in shame as my cock strained toward the ceiling, angry and swollen.

The men gasped.

"That is the hardest cock I've ever seen," said one man.

"He is really built to be fucked," said another. "There's not a hair on this boy's sweet body other than his head. And look at that beautiful ass... so round and smooth and tight."

Jim laughed again.

"It won't be tight for long," he said as I felt his fingers exploring my crack, sliding a lubricant up my anus.

I tried to struggle, but with my hands cuffed it was useless. My cock waved in front of me like a tree branch as I tried to stop what was about to happen to me. The men each took a seat to watch.I was positioned over the desk with my cock hovering over the blotter and my ass projecting lewdly behind me, slick with lubricant, ready for penetration.

The show was about to begin.

Jim stood behind me and began tapping my ass. He had done the same thing in Atlanta, but not, I had assumed, for an audience.

"Watch this," he said, "This little bitch gets real horny when I play with her ass."

I groaned in shame and lust as his palm kept slapping my ass. Each slap made my cock bob up and down. Audience or no audience, I desperately needed release.

"Please..." I gasped at Jim. "Please fuck me,"

Jim slapped my ass even harder. "Such a polite little girl."

The other men had opened their pants and were stroking their cocks as they watched this lurid scene.

I spread my legs a bit and rolled my hips to invite Jim's cock inside me.

"Oh God, have mercy on me," I gasped. "Please Jim. Put your cock in me..."

I heard his zipper go down. Then even more rustling of clothes. Jim was stripping.

"In your pussy, Wendy?"

I had lost all shame by now.

"Yes, yes, in my pussy. Fuck my little pussy."

I felt his fingers pull my ass toward him. His legs were kicking mine farther apart. Through the corner of my eye, I could see he was nude. We were putting on a private sex show for some very powerful men, and I was the main attraction.

The tip of his big hairy penis was slimy with lubricant and seemed to be searching for my asshole. I felt the bulb sliding in my anal ring, and I winced in pain as the invasion began.

Suddenly, he shoved into me with vulgar authority. I moaned and slumped a bit, but Jim reached forward and pulled me back up by the shoulders.

"These men paid a lot of money, Wendy," he said. "They deserve a good view."

I stayed upright and looked down at my cock, jutting so high over the leather blotter on that glossy desk of burled walnut.

Jim's thrusts reminded me why I had swooned in his arms in Atlanta. His slithering cock massaged my prostate with devastating effect. I felt as though his cock was masturbating me from the inside out. My cock was now bigger and harder than I had ever known it to be. I worried for a moment that it would be permanently disfigured by this secret lustful dance I was doing in this executive's office, but a few shoves later, takes with lust, I only wanted to cum.

Jim reached around and pinched my nipples, massaged my belly and, for only a moment, touched my cock. I gasped and pled again for him to jack me off.

"No, no, no, Wendy," he said sadistically, his powerful hips slapping against my ass with wicked regularity. "That will happen on its own."

The audience was now pumping their cocks at full speed. I now realized Jim was the greatest lover I would ever know, With a yelp then a scream, I watched my hard cock as it began first to drool and then to gush streams of cum that formed slimy trails all over the desk and blotter.

Jim grabbed my ass and slammed his cock even harder into the depths of my bowels. Right now, I was truly his girl, and he wanted me pregnant.

Then with a loud roar, Jim spewed his sperm into my bottom.

"Yes, yes," I cried, "Fill me up."

His cock finally stopped its contractions, but Jim still held me tight.

Our observers were as spent as we were, each using a handkerchief to clean their cocks.

Jim pulled his cock from my ass and spun me around to face him. We were both glistening with sweat as he bent down to kiss my mouth. I returned the kiss with lust.

Our audience applauded.

Jim uncuffed me, I said goodbye to the others, went back to the bathroom, with Jim's cum drooling down my legs, and got dressed. As promised, he drove me back to my house.

We didn't talk as we rode back. I thought about resting my head on his shoulder but decided against it.

As he pulled into the driveway, he reached into his wallet and pulled out $200.

"You earned this," he said.

I took the money. I know that makes me a whore, but I don't care.

"When will I see you again?" I asked.

Jim smiled.

"I don't know," he said, "But each of those guys will want to see you."

Damn that Viagra. My cock was hard again.

"My parents aren't back yet," I said. "Want to come inside?"

Just a few weeks ago I was Billy, an 18-year-old boy, a member of the high school swim team, a boy who liked girls.

But now I was Wendy, and I thought about only one thing:

Jim.

Jim had seduced me with his quiet, 45-year-old confidence, his huge, powerful body and his enormous cock. He was a blackmailing bastard who threatened to show my parents pictures of me having sex with him. He powerd me to perform sex acts with him in front of other men. They had watched him pummel my little round ass with his thick, hairy cock. They watched my untouched cock gush cum all over someone's expensive desk as I thrilled to each invasive thrust.

After that episode, he truly owned me, He called me "Wendy," the name of my ex-girlfriend, and I didn't care. In fact, it made me hard. I spent every moment wondering when we would meet again.

I didn't have to wait too long.

Jim called one night and summoned me to a suite at a fancy downtown hotel. It was a Wednesday night. A school night. I had a history test the next morning and I had yet to study for it.

But I had to have Jim's cock. So I made up some fake story about studying with a friend, took my lady's car and drove to the hotel. I went to the suite. He was there to greet me at the door, in a dark business suit, his hair still wet from the shower. His greeting was less than cordial.

"Where the fuck have you been?" he asked.

"I came as fast as I could," I said, taken aback.

"You'll find your outfit in the bedroom," he said. "I have to leave. The guests will be here in a few minutes. Entertain them for me. They're coming to see you. So fix them takes. Give them lap dances. Let them feel you up. Suck their dicks. But don't let them suck you, fuck you or jack you off. Is that understood?"

I nodded, and he left.

On the bed in the bedroom, I found a pair of white knee socks, a lacy pair of white bikini panties, and one of Jim's mongrammed dress shirts. Though I should have been humiliated I put it all on. The shirt, of course, was way too big for me. I wore it like a girl who had just had sex with a man, sleeves rolled up a bit, and unbuttoned so the guests would see my washboard abs, my panties and my knee socks. Lust had destroyed my sense of shame.

I also found two pills on the bed. I knew from our last tryst that one was an amphetimine and the other a Viagra. Like a good girl, I took them. Then I waited for the guests.

An hour passed. It was now 11 p.m. Jim wasn't back, and the guests had not arrived. My head was wired from the speed, and my cock was stiff from the Viagra.

Then I heard the knock at the door.

I ushered in the same three middle aged men who had watched me get fucked in that office a few nights before. They leered at me as they entered, all wearing business suits.

They sat down and barked out orders for their takes. As I threw ice in their glasses and filled the glasses with scotch or bourbon, I could hear them behind me, whispering and laughing. I know I blushed as I carried their takes to them on a tray.

As they sat and drank, I walked from man to man, straddling their laps and wiggling my panty-clad bottom over the cocks I could feel stiffening in their pants. I enjoyed their lusty groans, feeling their cocks between my cheeks, knowing all this could only go so far.

My cock was clearly hard in my panties, and one of the men asked to see it. so I stood up. Like a stripper, I slowly pulled down my panties, stepped out of them, and displayed to each man my hairless cock stiffly arching toward the ceiling. I felt the hem of the shirt tickling my firm round bottom. I was a dirty little slut, and, to be honest, I loved it.

The oldest of the three stepped up to me and kissed me on the mouth. As he held me, I felt the other men slide their hands over my ass and stomach. Someone started to lick my cock, but I jumped back and told them Jim wouldn't allow it.

The oldest man broke his kiss and pushed me down by my shoulders.

"Jim will allow this," he said.

The man unzipped his pants and, inches from my face, his hard cock sprang forward, pointing at my mouth.

"Suck me, Wendy," he commanded as the others jeered.

That was only the second cock I had ever sucked, but Jim had taught me well. In a few minutes the man was rocking his hips and holding my head to his groin. The tip of his cock kept sliding against the back of my throat. I could feel him getting harder with every thrust.

"Swallow my sperm, bitch!" he cried as his throbbing cock gushed in my mouth. I was a good girl and gulped it all down. I even licked his shaft afterwards.

The other two men then insisted on the same treatment. I obeyed. The three of them stood around me and called me a sweet little cocksucker. I took each cock like a prize, noting the prominent wedding ring on each man's left hand. I stared into each man's face as I swallowed their salty sperm.

After the last of them had filled my mouth, they zipped their pants up and pulled me to my feet.

"Put your panties back on, and come with us."

I slid the panties on and followed the three back into the bedroom. I heard a clinking sound. They pulled off my shirt and handcuffed my hands behind my back.

"You're not supposed to fuck me," I cried. "I'm not supposed to cum!"

"Shut the fuck up, you little queer," one said. "We know what we're doing."

In fact, these men did not make me cum or fuck me. But they ***d me so much I could only wish I was getting fucked.

They ran their big hands all over my body. They caressed my balls. They pinched my nipples. They licked my thighs. Someone squirted a whole tube of KY jelly up my rectum, and they laughed as some of it oozed out and made my bottom slick inside my panties. My cock was now pressing hard against the front of those panties. The tip had poked out above the waistband. I was panting with desire. My cock wanted to explode.

Even though Jim had warned me not to, I begged them to fuck me, but that only made them tease me more. Finally, one of them stuffed a ball gag in my mouth. I groaned into it, desperate for release, as they left me alone in the room. I heard the suite door close again. It was long after midnight. My parents would ******* me when I got home. I would surely flunk that History test, but all I wanted was for Jim to finish me off with his magnificent cock.

Then I heard the door open. My heart lept up as I heard Jim come in, but someone was with him. I heard them fixing takes. I heard a woman's voice. I recognized the giggle.

Jesus! My old girlfriend Wendy was here!

I was so ashamed. The last thing I wanted was for her to see me like this -- chained to a bed in panties and knee socks, my cock as hard as a rock, but those men had positioned me so I couldn't move, and try as I would, my hard cock just wouldn't get soft.

"So, Jim," I heard her say. "Where's the bedroom? I need you right now."

"I say when we fuck, bitch," I heard Jim say. "Any way, little girl, I have a couple of surprises for you. The first is in the bedroom."

The door opened. I tried to look away. She laughed and pointed at me.

"Oh My God, Jim," she said. "It's Billy!"

She walked up to me and peeled down my panties to expose my hard cock.

"God, Billy, why didn't you ever get that hard for me?" She let go of the waistband and let it slap painfully against the head of my cock.

Jim walked in behind her.

"Because he likes being a girl," he said, "He likes wearing panties and knee socks, and he likes being fucked by men. That's why I call him Wendy."

He stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. I was reminded why she had appealed to me. Her tits were so big and round, filling that "Elle" tee-shirt she liked to wear. Her slim waist with the ring in her pierced belly. Her hip hugger jeans showing off her sweet round bottom.

"Billy here-- I mean Wendy-- is probably wondering how we met," Jim said, as he slid his hands over her belly and cradled her tits through her tee shirt.

She sighed and turned to face Jim. They kissed passionately, and he moved his hands to her ass.

"Remember your last swim meet?" she asked me. "Jim happened to sit next to me. We struck up a conversation and he whispered some really nasty things during your event. He told me he thought you were gay, the way your ass jiggled. He got me so wet and confused, I couldn't concentrate. I never met you afterwards, like we had planned, because Jim took me home-- only we didn't go straight home."

Jim laughed as his fingers cupped her pussy through her jeans.

"We stopped at a pet supply store and I paid my friend, the manager, to let us use the back room," he said. "I took her back there and stripped her naked and fucked her hard, the way little teenaged bitches need to be fucked. The door didn't even lock. Anybody could have found us back there. But she needed a good hard fucking, and I was just the man to give it to her."

By this point in the narrative, Jim had peeled Wendy free of everything but her bra and panties, and I felt a weird combinaion of horror, anger and excitement.

"Jim really knows how to fuck," she said. "You always asked permission, Billy. Jim never asks. He just takes what he wants." Then she laughed derisively, "But what am I saying? You know what it's like to get fucked by Jim."

With that, Jim yanked off her bra letting her tits swing free, erect nipples bobbing at me.

"I love teenage pussy," Jim said. With that he grabbed her panties and literally ripped them off her legs. Her sweet smoothly shaved pussy was glistening with wetness. I could smell it from the bed.

"Know what I like most about moments like this?" she asked me. "It is knowing that I'm about to get fucked by a big powerful man."

Jim quickly stripped naked. He looked like a bodybuilder, and at 5'1", Wendy looked tiny alongside him.

"I don't want to confuse the two of you," he said to me. "So you are Wendy, and I'll call her Elle-- after her tee shirt."

"Suck my cock, Elle," he said. She quickly dropped to her knees like she wanted to worship his massive cock with its big heavy balls.

Indeed Jim looked like a God as Wendy-- Elle-- sucked him. She was crouched down facing away from me, and I could see the tattooed star on her lower back.Her sweet ass was quivering as she slurped on Jim's huge dick.

My cock, meanwhile, was aching. I was desperate to cum. I squirmed around on the bed to see if I could rub it against something, but to no avail.

Jim picked up Elle as though she was a feather and dangled her over his uputurned, unprotected erection. She was panting and wriggling over him, her bald pussy actually dripping her juices on to the head of his cock.

"Please, Jim," she gasped, "Please, please fuck my little pussy."

Holding her by her little round ass, Jim slowly lowered Elle onto his shaft. I heard her yelp like an natural as he entered her, the folds of her vagina reluctantly yelding to this intrusion. I watched his cock disappear into her as her wetness made a puddle on the floor below them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his back. Holding her still, he arched his back and pumped himself in and out of her from a standing position, his biceps bulging. The speed picked up faster and faster until he was slamming against her with ruthless regularity.

Her hard nipples grazed the hair on his chest and she gasped and writhed in ecstasy as he fucked her hard in that wicked freestanding way of his.

"Oh Daddy," she whispered, biting his ear a little. "Ohhhhhh.... Fuck me Daddy."

Jim's endurance was just amazing. He kept pumping his cock like a piston in and out of the young girl's pussy.

"Did he ever fuck you like this, little girl?" he asked, gesturing toward me with his head.

"Never!" she moaned. "You fuck me so much better than he ever did, Jim. You make me cum so much harder. You're the best!"

She gasped as Jim suddenly lifted her off his cock, wiggled a finger up her ass and dropped her down on the bed.

"Face him, Elle, and tell him yourself."

Elle, sweaty and musky from all that fucking, now faced me on her knees as Jim entered her pussy from behind. With one hand he grabbed her dark hair. With the other, he slapped her ass. I saw him stab her pussy from behind with that enormous dick of his. They both had betrayed my trust, but watching them fuck, who could blame them?

"God!" Elle screamed to me as she stared into my eyes. "Why couldn't you be more of a man? You never did me like this, you little asshole! I wasted way too much time with you."

Jim made Elle change positions two more times, each nastier than the last.

Finally, both of them exploded in orgasms. Elle cae first, screaming so loud I thought the neighbors would call security.

It was 2 a.m. I was still hard, horny, ashamed and desperate for an orgasm. But Jim was spent. And Elle was covered in a glaze of sweat. Jim's sperm was oozing from between her thighs, and her expression showed she was clearly satisfied.

"I have one more gift for you, Elle," Jim said, handing her a box from the nightstand.

She opened it to reveal a strap-on black cock.

"Oh God," she said. "What do you want me to do with this?"

"Well," said Jim. "I've fucked both of you. But you've never fucked this little bitch boy have you?"

With that, Jim pulled down my panties to expose my throbbing cock.

"Get behind her, Elle," he said. "And finish Wendy off."

I was propped in front of her, my ass still shiny from all the lubricant. I know I was blushing as I awaited my ex-girlfriend's assault on my bottom.

That strap-on cock was 11 inches long and two inches in diameter. It felt excruciating going in. Elle grabbed my ass cheeks and began rocking against me.

"This is cool," she said. "I've always wanted to fuck a gay boy."

As usual, Jim was an excellent teacher. He showed Elle how to move against me so her cock would stimulate my prostate.

As she got more and more involved she leaned against me. I felt her nipples grazing my back as she fucked me.

"Cum little girl," she sneered into my ear as she slapped my ass. "Cum for me!"

With that, I groaned, and my untouched cock spewed semen all over the bedspread. She kept rocking for a few more minutes, just to make sure I was spent, then she pulled out of me with a great plop.

She jumped off the bed, obviously anxious to get away. I remained handcuffed as she got dressed and kissed Jim goodbye.

"See you tomorrow," he said to her. She smiled and left the suite.

As he dressed, Jim then told me that he wanted Elle all to himself.

Then he leaned over and grabbed me by the throat.

"You and I are finished," he said. "Don't contact me. And don't complain about me to the police, or those pictures will be all over the internet."

He uncuffed me and left. I remained naked on the bed. At least my erection was finally gone, and I didn't need to cum. As I got dressed to leave I thought back on the events of that night.

There was no doubt about it, I decided, I had been totally and utterly fucked.

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Being the Bitch

"That will be fifty dollars even, Mr. Stevens," said the cable man. His name was Jack and he was tall and built and tanned all over. His raven's-black hair was combed back and his blue eyes looked me over.

I'm not bad looking either. I'm in good shape and have short brown hair and eyes.

Looking through my walled, I realized I didn't have any money on me or in the house and my wife had the checkbook with her. "I'm sorry, Jack. I don't seem to have the money with me and my wife has the checkbook."

Jack shrugged. "I can't help that, Mr. Stevens. I need to be paid either way and it's either pay me with money or with something else," he said, his eyes looking me over hungrily again.

My eyes widened as I thought about what he said. "What do you mean?"

"Let me show you," he growled, grabbing my arm and twisting it behind my back. He then bent me over the back of my black leather couch.

He unhooked my pants and pulled them down, revealing my wife's G-string underwear I like to wear so much. "Nice underwear, slut. Your wife know you wear her panties?" He laughed as he ripped them off me, giving me crotch burn as he did.

"Noooo... Please don't fuck my ass. It's never been fucked before."

He slapped my ass hard, laughing. "Well than, I guess I'm going to be the one to pop your ass-cherry, won't I?"

He spit on his middle finger and shoved it up my ass. I felt like someone shoved a live wire up my ass. My body stiffened as did my cock. I bowed my head and groaned. I couldn't believe I liked having my ass ***d by his thick finger. He stroked my cock as he reamed my ass with his finger. When he added a second finger, I gasped and tried to pull away. He pinned me in the small of my back and reamed my ass even faster.

He spit on the palm of his hand and rubbed it over his cock. I looked back at his cock; it had to be at least eight inches long and three inches thick. My ass was about to be split in two and I was powerless to stop it. Worse yet was that I didn't want to stop it. I was curious, scared and horny all at the same time.

"Here it comes, slut. You're my bitch now. So get ready to scream."

He shoved his hard cock up my tight little ass in one painful motion. The pain was unbearable; I almost ******.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Fuck! Stop! Take it out! Please! It's too big!"

He just laughed and pulled almost completely out and shoved it back in again.

"Fuck! It burns! No more, please!" I begged, acting like the little bitch and feeling like one while being skewered by this man's bitch tamer of a cock.

But he didn't listen. He pumped harder and pulled my head by my hair. His balls slapped against my ass. It felt like his cock was going to pop out of my stomach it was so long. He pushed my head down and I just laid there, bent over the back of the couch like a little bitch, taking his cock like the whore I was. I was ashamed because I liked it. Hell, I needed it.

I gave in and begged him to ream his bitch harder. "Yes, Jack. Fuck my tight little ass. Split me in two like the slut I am. Make me your bitch."

He slammed my ass harder and laughed. "All you bitches are alike. At first you don't want your ass fucked and then you beg for it. But that's alright. I was the same way when your wife fucked my ass the first time with her monstrous strap on. I screamed and begged her to stop until I grew to like it. Than I begged her for me. She broke me, broke my spirit. She made me her bitch. Now I've made you mine just like she told me to do. Of course, in the end, you belong and answer to her."

"My wife? What are you talking about?"

He laughed. "Oh, your wife's a closet freak.

She loves fucking men up the ass. And she's going to do yours tonight with her twelve inch long and four inch thick strap on. That's why she wanted me to fuck you first. She wanted me to loosen that virgin ass of yours for her cock." He slapped my ass hard again. "But don't worry. You'll like it. You'll beg to be her bitch and for her to brand you like an natural. Just like she did to me.

"Fuck, just thinking about it makes me want to cum. Fuck! I can't hold it back."

He came alright. He plunged his cock deep into my ass as far as he could and held it there. He grunted a few times and I soon felt wads of hot cum scalding the inside of my ass. His cum marked my ass; it branded me as his bitch.

His cock hit my prostrate and made me shoot off like a cannon. Thick ropes of cum splattered the back of the leather couch as I screamed in ecstasy.

Jack leaned over, laying his chest on my back for a while. After finally catching our breaths, Jack pulled his cock out of my ass. I started to straighten up but he held me down and leaned close to my ear. "Your wife wants to find you like this when she comes home. So I suggest you obey her command. Believe me, she can be nasty when she doesn't get her way."

He got up and got dressed. "Have fun tonight, bitch. You think your ass hurts now, just wait 'till later." He laughed as he closed the door behind him.

I just laid across the back of the couch like a good little bitch and waited for my wife to get home and sodomize me. The scary part is, I was looking forward to it.

I must have dozed off waiting for my wife; her name is Natasha, Nat for short sometimes. I awoke with a start as I heard the door close and my wife laugh. Hearing her laugh made me feel small and weak.

"Look at that asshole," said my wife whistling. "It's bigger than the grand canyon.

"Did you enjoy Jack, honey? Did you like his cock violating your tight virgin ass?"

I nodded.

She smacked my ass hard; I cried out. "Answer me with a 'yes, mistress' when I ask you a question. You understand me?"

"Yes, mistress."

She rubbed my sore ass and leaned over into my ear. "Are you ready for my big fat cock, bitch? Ready to be reamed like the slut you are?"

I moaned in anticipation but tremred in fear at the same time. "Yes, mistress."

"Good," she said, running her finger down the length of my back to the crack of my ass. She walked in front of me and it was then that I seen what she had on; I almost came on the spot.

Her breasts were covered by a black sports bra that showed more cleavage than most Victoria Secret's bras and her ass was encased in a pair of tight, shiny spandex shorts. But what really made me hard was the shiny tights she was wearing under the shorts. She knew my weakness for pantyhose, especially the shiny ones.

Than my eyes focused on the huge plastic cock in front of my face. It was so big. Even after Jack's reaming I didn't think it would fit my ass. I was shaking and hard as a rock at the same time. I knew I was in for some pain and a hard time but I was also looking forward to it.

"Take it in your mouth, slut. Make love to my cock. And you better wet it good. It's the only lubrication your ass is gonna' get."

My eyes widened and I took the cock into my mouth as deep as I could, which was about halfway. Come on, it was a twelve inch three inch thick cock, gimme' a break. I made sure to wet it good. I practically drooled on it, spit on it and anything else I could do to make sure it slid into my tight little ass as easily as possible.

About five minutes later, after my mouth was sore and tired, she pulled the monstrous cock out and walked behind me. "Ready to be my bitch? If not, I can take this strap on off and we'll go on like nothing kinky ever happened. We'll go back to our normal sex life.

But, if you choose to take this cock up your ass, you become my bitch. That means you wear lube on your ass all the time and at home when there is no company you wear no clothes and whenever I want, I can bend you over and buttfuck the living daylights out of you.

However, it benefits you. I'm an equal oppurtunity player. You may bend me over and fuck me in any hole any time you want to as well. Think it over well. 'Cause if you say yes and then renege, I'll leave your bitch ass in a second.

I don't deal with people who can't be trusted or keep their ends of a deal. Understand? Take a few moments and think it over. I'll wait as I look at this once-tight ass."

I didn't need to wait. I knew I had to do this. I needed to be her bitch and I loved the idea that I could take control of her sometimes.

"Make me your bitch, mistress. I agree to the deal. Providing that I may bring in playmates once in a while too."

My wife chuckled lowly. "Of course, dear. It's only fair. Jack took your little ass, you should be able to get another guy to take mine."

I smiled. What my wife didn't know was that it wouldn't be a guy. But a woman who did her. So far as I know, she never did another woman. She would soon though.

"But tonight," she started, "is my night. You are my bitch and I am going to break you in right. I'm going to ride you hard and put you to bed wet. This may be a bit painful but I think you're a bit of a pain slut, aren't you?" She slapped my ass hard.

"Ahhh, yes, mistress. I think I am a pain slut."

She laughed as her finger rubbed my little rosebud. "There's no thinking about it. You are a pain slut born and bred. And you're my pain slut." She slapped my ass again. My body jerked and my ass was getting red and hot.

All of a sudden she grabbed my hips and I felt her cock line up with my asshole. The tip pressed gently at my bud and I moaned. All of a sudden that moan turned to a shriek of pain.

She rammed her cock up my ass in one motion just like Jack did. But hers was bigger and thicker. "FUCK! That hurts!"

She slapped the left cheek of my ass. "That's right, bitch. It's supposed to. Isn't this what you wanted? Pain and pleasure?"

I just bowed my head and moaned in presentation and than answered. "Yes..."

She started pumping my ass harder; I winced with every stroke. "Fuck, it burns. I don't know if I can take it," I groaned.

"You can take it, bitch. You belong to me and you will take it."

She dug her nails into my asscheeks and slammed me even harder, which I thought was impossible.

Suddenly I found my ass opening and the fire still there but feeling good. I started thrusting my ass against her cock. I felt my cock sway back and forth and leaned my head into the pillow, crying out in ecstasy.

"I knew you could take it, slut."

She began a barrage of open handed slaps on my ass, alternating cheeks. I knew I wouldn't be able to sit for a while. But soon I found myself begging for pain, begging her to punish me.

"Please, mistress. Spank your bitch. I've been bad. I let Jack *** my ass. He took my ass-cherry. I'm a slut and need to be punished."

She did just that. Slapping my cock as it hung down. I squealed in pain and suddenly felt an orgasm building as she reamed me harder and faster.

"Mistress, I think I'm going to cum. May I cum, please!"

"Beg me well, bitch and I'll think about it."

"Please mistress, I need to cum. I'm begging you, let me cum. I'll do anything for you."

"Anything could mean a whole lot of bad stuff for you, slut."

I didn't care. The need to cum was far greater than the possible consequences. "I'll take my chances, mistress. Please let me cum."

I felt her hand reach down and begin stroking my cock. Her other hand pushed my head down and I knew what she was doing. When I shot my load, it would hit me in the face.

I bellowed like a wild beast as my orgasm raced through my body and from out of my cock. True to her design, thick ropes of hot cum sprayed my face, making me look like a glazed donut. I just leaned over the couch, moaning. My body still trembling in the afterglow of orgasm. My cock still dripped drops of cum.

"Did you like that, bitch?"

I just nodded, big mistake.

"I said 'did you like it?'" she asked again, pulling me by the hair.

I hissed between clenched teeth and closed my eyes in pain. "Yes, mistress. I did like it. Thank you."

She rubbed my ass a bit more, slipping a finger inside it once in a while. "Get ready for bed, baby, you had a hard night. You need your rest. I think you're gonna be bending over a lot tomorrow." She laughed, kissing me deeply.

No matter how rough she fucked and beat me, I knew she loved me and I loved her.

She slid a finger deep in my ass in what I assumed to be a friendly warning and said: "But don't be surprised if your awakened in the middle of the night by my fist in your ass.

I gasped in fear as she laughed.

Looks like this bitch was in trouble.

Natash was taking a dirt-covered backroad so she could get home faster. The backroad was never monitored by cops so she knew she'd be safe driving fast. Usually she would be right. But tonight she was wrong.

She had the Mustang going about eighty miles an hour and she hummed along with a tune by Fuel. Suddenly her rearview mirror was lit up with red and blue lights.

"Fuck," she hissed, smacking the steering wheel with the palm of her hand. "What the fuck is a cop doing on this road? They're never here, especially at this time of night.

Oh, well. I'll just use my charm -- and breasts -- to help me out of this mess."

The tall, slender of a police officer tapped the window of Natasha's Mustang with her nightstick. All Natasha could see of the officer was short red hair, blue eyes and big --

"-- Fuck me! It's a woman. It's a fucking bitch. Great! This is just not my night."

"Step out of the car, ma'mm," commanded the police officer.

"Why? Aren't you just supposed to ask me for my license and registration?"

Without warning the car door was yanked open and the slim but strong female cop pulled Natasha out of her seat by her long raven's-black hair.

"Ahhhhh! Okay, okay! I'm cumming," cried Natasha.

The officer didn't listen and continued to pull her out of the car, standing Natasha in front of her. The cop looked her over. Smiling as she looked down at the small bumps in Natasha's silk blouse.

"Small tits. Nice. I like 'em."

"What?" asked Natasha increduously.

The officer slapped Natasha across the face. "Shut up, slut! I'm in charge here. From now on you will call me Officer Rayne. Understand me?"

"Yes, Officer Rayne."

Officer Rayne smiled. Natasha either had experience at this game or was just a quick study.

"I stopped you because you were doing eighty five in a sixty five mile an hour zone. You seem to be a prissy bitch so I have to make sure you don't have any concealed weapons on you. Wouldn't want you to try and hurt me, now would I?"

With that she spun Natasha around and powerd her to put her hands on the hood of her car, making her spread her legs and bend slightly at the waist. Officer Rayne noticed that Natasha was only wearing a short, short skirt, heels and blouse.

"I'm going to have to perform a strip search, slut."

"But --" before Natasha could finish, Officer Rayne slap her hard across the ass with her open hand.

"What did I tell you before, bitch?"

"Yes, Officer Rayne. Please forgive me, Officer Rayne."

"If you continue to behave maybe I'll think about it."

Officer Rayne reached around and started unbuttoning blouse. Agonizingly slowly she undid the buttons, finally pulling the white silk long-sleeved garment down her arms. She let it fall to the ground.

Officer Rayne wasn't surprised to find Natasha not wearing a bra. Her breasts were small, maybe a full B-cup at best. But the nipples were a rosey-pink and hard as thimbles.

"No bra, huh, slut? I don't blame you. They're tiny titties. But they are pretty and round and firm." Officer Rayne began to caress them before taking a firm hold of her nipples and twisting them hard enough to make Natasha cry out.

Officer Rayne laughed as she roughly kneaded the underside of Natasha's breast. "Sorry, bitch. But I had to make sure you didn't have any concealed weapons under those huge breasts of yours." Officer Rayne laughed at her joke, Natasha just hung her head in shame.

Officer Rayne's hands moved down to Natasha's skirt. She pulled down the zipper on the side and let it fall from Natasha's legs. "Well you little slut. No panties either."

Officer Rayne smacked Natasha's ass about five times.

"How dare you bitch. You don't have a trophy to for me to collect."

Officer Rayne stopped and smiled evilly. "Oh, well. I'll just take your skirt and you can ride home bare assed and hope no one else stops you. I guess that will keep you from speeding." Officer Rayne laughed as she ran a finger down Natasha's asscrack.

Natasha involutarily shuddered and a small moan escaped her lips.

"Like this, huh, slut? Not surprising. All the bitches do once I get to this point."

Officer Rayne's finger rubbed Natasha's pussy lips, feeling the wetness. "Mmmmm... Very nice. Already wet. Should I put a finger inside?" asked Officer Rayne sticking her finger in her own mouth and sucking on it to make it wet. "Well? Should I bitch?" asked Officer Rayne, smacking Natasha's ass hard.

"Yes, Officer Rayne. Shove your finger in my pussy, please."

Officer Rayne laughed. "No! But I will shove it in here for you."

Officer Rayne shoved her middle finger deep up Natasha's ass.

"AHHHHHH!" Natasha's body jerked like a live wire and her tight virgin ass felt fully stuffed just by the officer's finger. Natasha tried to pull herself off the officer's finger but Officer Rayne grabber her by her raven-hued mane and held her, continuing to impale her on her finger.

"Damn, bitch. If you're that tight, what's going to happen when I shove my nightstick up there?"

"Noo... You can't. I'm a virgin back there."

Officer Rayne roared with laughter. "You mean your husband let another man and you fuck his tight ass but he hasn't ***d yours yet? What a little bitch."

"Husband?" echoed Natasha.

Officer Rayne laughed as she pulled her nightstick from her belt. "Try to figure it out while you suck on this, slut. And make sure you make it wet, 'cause it's the only lube you're tight virginal ass is going to get."

"Nooo... Please not that..."

Officer Rayne slapped her across the ass again and turned her around, pointing the nightstick in front of her face. "Suck it bitch or the pain will be a hundred times worse."

Natasha took as much of the nightstick as she could into her mouth. Officer Rayne was impressed, Natasha took more than half of it. "Damn, you're a born deep throater, slut."

Five minutes later after Natasha made the nightstick slick and wet with her saliva, Officer Rayne grabbed her by the hair and bent her over the hood of her Mustang.

"Ready, slut?"

Natasha hung her head in shame and whimpered. "Yes, Officer Rayne... Punish me."

Le Prof de ***


"Mlle Rivard!"

La voix du professeur Radik avait retenti comme un coup de tonnerre dans la salle de cours...

"Que tenez-vous à la main?"

"Mon... mon téléphone cellulaire...", balbutia la jeune étudiante de 18 ans

"Savez-vous qu'il est interdit d'avoir un téléphone cellulaire en sa possession pendant un examen?" éructa le gros homme de mister accent slave prononcé...

"Je l'avais ou.. oublié dans la poche de ma veste et il est tombé lorsque je l'ai... l'ai enlevée..."

"Je vais être dans l'obligation de vous demander de quitter immédiatement la salle de cours et de m'attendre à l'extérieur..."

Les joues de Caroline s'empourpraient... tous les regards des autres étudiants étaient rivés sur elle...

Titubant, elle se leva en tremblant pour quitter la salle de cours...

Ce n'était qu'un malentendu...se dit la jolie jeune femme aux cheveux bruns... Mr. Radik comprendrait, se répétait-elle, en s'assoyant dans le corridor...

Vingt longues minutes passèrent... Caroline avait les mains moites... Jamais elle n'avait été aussi nerveuse... Cet examen de ***logie était le dernier de sa session... C'est un examen qu'elle se devait de réussir si elle voulait entrer à l'université...

Elle adorait la ... pourtant, depuis le tout premier cours, elle s'était sentie mal à l'aise lorsqu'en présence de Mr. Radik...

Fin cinquantaine, il était petit, ventru et trapu, toujours mal rasé... Il avait les cheveux gras et clairsemés...

Mais il y avait toutefois pire que mister apparence physique... Il y avait cette façon qu'il avait de regarder les femmes.... de les reluquer, de les déshabiller de ses yeux perçants, de ses yeux de vautour....

Souvent, Caroline l'avait surpris à la regarder ainsi... À chaque fois, un frismister de dégoût avait couru le long de mister épine dorsale...

Caroline était là, assise et abattue lorsque la porte de la classe s'ouvrit laissant sortir les étudiants... Elle évita de croiser leurs regards tellement elle se sentait gênée et honteuse...

Elle sortit de sa torpeur lorsqu'à nouveau Radik vociféra: "Mlle Rivard, veuillez me suivre..."

Résignée, elle emboita le pas au petit homme qui se dirigea vers mister bureau...

"Assoyez-vous", dit-il rudement en refermant la porte derrière elle...

Au lieu de s'assoir lui aussi, il décida de rester debout, devant elle, s'appuyant à demi sur mister bureau...

"Alors, Mlle Rivard, qu'avez-vous à me dire?"

Le souffle court, au bord des larmes Caroline balbutia: "Mon cellulaire... je ne l'ai pas ouvert.. il est juste tombé de ma veste... Je ne vous..."

"Ça suffit!", trancha Radik, "Je ne vous crois pas... et d'ailleurs, permisterne ne vous croira... Vous savez sans doute que je suis le seul à décider de votre sort...Vous comprenez cela, n'est-ce pas, Mlle Rivard?"

"Ou... oui..."

"Vous vous orientez vers la médecine, n'est-ce pas?"

"Oui..."

"Il importe donc que vous obteniez une bonne note à cet examen, non?"

"Ou... oui... bien sûr.."

"Relevez la tête, Mlle Rivard"

Caroline leva les yeux vers lui et croisa mister regard... Ce regard vicieux et dégoutant qu'il avait de si nombreuses fois posé sur elle...

"Vous connaissez sans doute les conséquences de votre geste, Mlle Rivard?"

"Ne détournez pas les yeux, regardez-moi", dit-il en haussant la voix...

"Ou... oui", répondit-elle en sanglotant alors que ses yeux s'emplissaient de larmes...

"Je peux vous mettre un échec et même vous faire expulser du collège, Mlle Rivard....C'est ce que vous voulez?"

"Nooooonnn... ", Pleurnicha, la jeune femme...

"Alors, il faut trouver une solution... êtes-vous d'accord?"

"Regardez-moi et répondez-moi", beugla-t-il...

"Êtes-vous d'accord?"

"Oui..." souffla-t-elle...

"Je sais que vous êtes une excellente étudiante, Mlle Rivard, et je suis prêt à vous accorder un A+... Cela vous conviendrait-il?"

"Oui... oh... oui... ", se mit à espérer Caroline, ne pressentant aucunement le piège que le vieux vicelard refermait sur elle...

"Alors, je suis donc prêt à faire ma part, à oublier cet incident et à vous accorder un A+, Mlle Rivard..."

Le gros homme fit une pause et ajouta, prenant un ton nettement plus familier: "Et toi, Caroline, qu'as-tu à m'offrir en retour?"

Pour la première fois, il l'avait tutoyée.... Soudainement, elle venait de réaliser le prix qu'elle aurait à payer pour entrer à l'université...

"Tu es très belle, Caroline et, si tu m'offres ce que je veux, tu sortiras d'ici avec un A+... Alors, à toi de décider..."

Radik avait élevé la voix: "Tu te lèves et tu pars ou tu restes et tu m'obéis....Alors, que décides-tu?... RÉPONDS!"

Vidée de toute mister énergie, complètement défaite, Caroline balbutia d'une voix qu'elle ne reconnaissait pas: "Je ferai... ce que vous voulez..."

"Hummmm... C'est très bien, ma petite... Tu verras, je vais te donner du plaisir", ajouta-t-il en se penchant vers elle et en lui caressant les cheveux...

"Sais-tu que tu es très belle, Caroline.... As-tu un copain?"

Gênée, elle répondit: "Non..... pas pour le moment..."

"Allez, ne soit pas timide", lui dit-il en lui relevant le menton avec ses doigts crochus l'obligeant encore une fois à croiser mister regard de prédateur...

"Quand as-tu fais l'amour pour la dernière fois?..."

Elle ne répondit pas...

Je déteste me répéter Caroline: "Quand as-tu...?"

"Il y a deux mois..."

"Hummm... C'est quelque chose que nous avons en commun, ma belle Caroline... moi aussi, il y a 2 mois que je n'ai pas baisé... La dernière fois, c'était avec une fille de ton âge... une prostituée... mais elle était loin d'être aussi jolie que toi... "

"Pourtant, même si je n'ai pas fait l'amour depuis deux mois, je peux te dire que je me branle à tous les jours, ma belle Caroline..."

Lui tenant toujours le menton entre mister pouce et mister index, il ajouta:

"Je me branle souvent d'ailleurs en pensant à toi... à ton visage, à tes seins, à tes cuisses, à tes fesses, à ta chatte que j'imagine bien étroite...Tu me fais bander, ma petite ... .. regarde..."

Baissant les yeux, Caroline vit la bosse qui gonflait le pantalon de toile du vieil homme...

Lui empoignant le bras droit, il guida sa main vers mister entrejambe...

La main douce, fine et bien manucurée de la jeune femme se referma avec dégoût sur l'appendice durci qu'elle sentait s'allonger sous la toile du pantalon...

Elle avait l'impression de caresser un serpent... Jamais elle n'avait été si dégoutée...

"Lève-toi, petite chienne...."

Jamais, non plus, ne lui avait-on parlé ainsi... Elle se sentait complètement humiliée et rabaissée...

Pourtant, malgré sa honte, ses pleurs et sa colère, elle savait ne pas avoir d'autres choix.

Résignée, elle se leva...

"Déboutonne ton chemisier... lentement..."

Absente, comme si c'était une autre qui posait ce geste.. elle s'exécuta...

Radik se caressait l'entrejambe tout en regardant la jeune femme se dévêtir devant lui...

Elle était là, la blouse entrouverte, sortie de ses jeans, laissant apparaitre mister soutien gorge de dentelle noire...

"Enlève ta blouse", ordonna-t-il...

Elle s'exécuta en pleurant...

"Arrête de chialer", beugla-t-il...

"Humm... comme tu es bandante..."

Elle était là, debout devant lui, vêtue de mister soutien-gorge de dentelle noire et de mister jean serré...

"Ton soutien gorge... quelle taille?..."

Elle se sentait chosifiée, traitée comme une pièce de viande...

"34.. 34 b..."

"Hummmm... il est temps d'aller vérifier la marchandise", éructa-t-il en se relevant...

Terrifiée, elle se mit à trembler alors qu'il s'approcha d'elle...

Le vieux vicelard était à peine plus grand qu'elle mais il faisait sûrement 2 fois mister poids...

Il l'enlaça dans ses bras...

Son contact et mister odeur la firent frismisterner de dégoût...

Elle sentait mister haleine fétide dans mister cou...

Il dégrafa mister soutien gorge et le fit glisser sur ses épaules...

Lui léchant le cou et l'épaule, il fit remonter sa vieille patte rugueuse le long de ses côtes et empoigna mister sein droit...

Caroline poussa un cri de honte et de surprise...

Elle était là, à moitié nue, devant un homme qui la dégoûtait et qui était en train de lui palper, de lui malaxer, de lui lécher et de lui sucer les seins...

Car c'est ce à quoi s'activait maintenant le vieux professeur... Sa bouche était soudée à mister mamelon gauche, le faisait s'allonger et durcir entre ses lèvres alors que le mamelon droit de Caroline était emprimisterné entre le pouce et l'index du vieux cochon....

Pendant de longues minutes, le gros porc s'attarda à caresser la poitrine de la jeune femme... à soupeser et à presser entre ses vieux doigts crochus les jeunes seins fermes de l'étudiante...

Puis, lorsqu'il eut finit d'explorer ses seins, il fit glisser et remonter sa langue jusqu'à mister visage et, la retenant par les cheveux, la força à l'embrasser...

Caroline faillir vomir lorsque la langue de Radik fouilla sa bouche, alors qu'il pressait, en même temps, sa vieille ... durcie contre les hanches de la jeune femme...

Finalement, il relâcha mister étreinte et la laissa là, au milieu de la pièce, pantelante et désorientée.

Retournant vers mister bureau, caressant toujours mister entrejambe, il lui ordonna d'enlever ses souliers et mister jean...

Les larmes se mirent de nouveau à couler sur ses joues lorsqu'elle se trouva presque nue devant mister useur...

Elle croisa ses mains devant mister entrejambe... seul un mince slip masquant l'endroit le plus intime et le plus secret de mister corps...

Le vieux salaud s'approcha à nouveau d'elle...

Caroline s'attendait à ce qu'il la viole là, maintenant, sur le carrelage du plancher ou qu'il la prenne sur mister bureau, en levrette...

Il n'en fit rien... Il se mit plutôt à lui parler....

Avec mister accent tranché, il dit: "Sais-tu ce que je faisais avant d'arriver au Canada? J'étais médecin... j'étais gynécologue en Serbie... Mais les autorités canadiennes n'ont jamais voulu reconnaitre mon diplôme alors j'en ai été réduit à enseigner la *** à de petites cégépiennes comme toi..."

"Désolée..", murmura Caroline comme si elle voulait s'attirer la sympathie de mister violeur...

Comme s'il ne l'avait pas entendue, Radik poursuivit: "Pourtant, j'étais un excellent gynécologue... Un des plus reconnus dans mon pays.. Viens, je vais te montrer..."

La prenant par le bras, il la força à le suivre. Ouvrant la porte de la pièce attenante à mister bureau, il lui fit voir ce qu'il allait utiliser pour la violer...

Au centre de la pièce, il avait installé une table d'examen gynécologique!...

"Allez, monte là dessus", lui ordonna-t-il..

Docile, subjuguée, complètement à la merci de mister useur, Caroline s'étendit sur la table d'examen.

Radik l'aida à soulever les jambes et les plaça dans les étriers... avant de refermer deux loquets de sécurité autour de ses chevilles.

Les bras allongés le long de mister corps, les poignets de la jeune femme furent immobilisés et menottés de la même façon...

Une courroie de cuir compléta le tout en lui ceinturant les hanches et en lui gardant le bassin bien en place...

"Hummmmm.... Je sens qu'on va avoir beaucoup de plaisir ensemble, ma petite ... ..", susurra Radik en faisant glisser ses vieilles pattes sur la peau douce de Caroline...

Les yeux fermés, elle le sentait effleurer mister visage, palper ses seins, caresser mister ventre plat et l'intérieur de ses cuisses...

"Tu me fais bander, ... .. Regarde avec quoi, je vais te baiser, ma petite ... .."

Obligeant Caroline à ouvrir les yeux, Radik commença à se dévêtir devant elle...

En d'autres circonstances, ce spectacle aurait été loufoque... Un homme de presque de 60 ans, poilu comme un gros porc, avec un sexe à sa ressemblance: court et large, surmonté d'un énorme gland violacé...

Radik était maintenant complètement nu.. Prêt à la violer...

Il approcha sa ... en érection près du visage de Caroline...

La retenant par les cheveux, il la força à venir à la rencontre de mister gland...

L'odeur était fétide, acre et musquée...

Caroline gardait les lèvres fermées... se refusant à prendre en bouche cet appendice visqueux...

Et pourtant, elle n'avait pas le choix... Il ne la libérerait pas avant qu'elle ne lui ait donné ce plaisir qu'il la forçait à lui offrir...

"Suce ... suce... "

Sous la pression du vieux gland contre ses lèvres, Caroline dut se résigner à ouvrir la bouche...

Radik la pénétra en poussant un gémissant, se retenant pour ne pas jouir sur le champ!

La salive chaude doublée du contact velouté des lèvres et de la langue de la jeune femme encerclant mister vieux gland procurèrent à Radik un plaisir qu'il n'avait pas éprouvé depuis très longtemps...

Lentement, en prenant bien mister temps, il se retira de la bouche de Caroline pour s'y enfoncer à nouveau..

Elle sentait mister poil sur mister nez et ses joues... Le gland du vieux vicelard s'enfonçant presque jusqu'à au fond de sa gorge...

De sa main libre, alors que de l'autre il la retenait toujours par les cheveux, Radik commença à lui malaxer les seins, à les palper, à pincer les petits mamelons rosés dressés de honte bien plus que de plaisir...

Sa main s'aventura jusqu'à mister ventre plat.... Sa peau était tellement douce...

Il accéléra la cadence... Caroline avait fermé les yeux, vaincue..

Sa bouche n'était plus maintenant que le fourreau, le réceptacle où s'enfonçait de plus en plus loin l'épaisse ... de mister violeur...

La vieille main de Radik descendit encore plus bas, vers l'entrejambe de Caroline...

En vain, elle banda les cuisses pour l'empêcher de lui toucher le sexe...

Sa grosse patte se referma sur mister Mont de Vénus bien bombé toujours recouvert de mister slip de dentelles...

"Hummmm....", murmura Radik, constatant que le slip de Caroline était légèrement humide...

"Se pourrait-il que...????", pensa-t-il...

Un de ses gros doigts se glissa sous la bande élastique du slip de l'étudiante...

Délicatement, il fouilla les poils pubiens de la jeune femme jusqu'à ce que mister majeur trouve l'entrée de sa petite fente...

Une petite fente aux lèvres humides et gonflées où s'enfonça, comme dans du beurre chaud, le gros doigt du vieil homme...

La ... était mouillée! Son vagin était lubrifié!!! Radik n'arrivait pas à le croire!!!

Le gros porc ne put résister longtemps à cette pensée... à cette idée que cette petite ... de Caroline puisse éprouver du plaisir alors qu'il la violait!!!

Continuant à fouiller de mister gros doigt cette petite chatte étroite, chaude et humide... cette chatte qu'il allait bientôt explorer avec sa langue et sa ... .. il ne put retenir le plaisir qui montait le long de ses reins....

En poussant un long râlement de plaisir, il se mit à juter, à éjaculer dans la bouche de la jeune femme...

Caroline eu un mouvement de recul lorsqu'elle sentit un premier jet de foutre gicler au fond de sa gorge...

En vain, elle essaya de se libérer de l'étreinte de mister violeur..

Peine perdue, il la retenait fermement, remplissant sa bouche de sa semence crémeuse...

Malgré sa résistance et ses protestations, elle du se résoudre à avaler le sperme épais et acre du gros porc...

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Radik avait joui... Il avait déchargé mister vieux foutre dans la bouche d'un jeune femme 3 fois plus jeune que lui...

Il l'avait forcée à avaler sa semence jaunâtre... Il avait juté en reluquant et en caressant mister jeune corps, un de ses vieux doigts bien enfoncé dans mister vagin aux parois veloutées... un vagin étroit et lubrifié.. Lubrifié comme celui d'un femme qui ressent du plaisir...

Honteuse, Caroline avait détourné la tête...

L'éjaculation du vieil homme avait été abondante et un épais filet de sperme coulait sur sa joue...

Jamais elle ne s'était sentie aussi sale et souillée...

Pendant de longues minutes, pendant que le gros porc la caressait en violant sa bouche, mister corps l'avait trahie...

Elle avait perdu pied, perdu contrôle de ses réactions... Guidée seulement par ses instincts...

Sans qu'elle ne puisse s'y opposer, ses mamelons s'étaient allongés, les lèvres de sa vulve s'étaient gonflées, mister clitoris s'était durci...

Sans comprendre ce qui lui arrivait, mister corps avait cessé de lui obéir...

Et le pire, c'est que Radik, l'homme qui la violait, s'en était rendu compte...

Caroline sanglotait, envahie par la honte et l'impuissance...

Pour ajouter à mister désarroi, le vieux vicelard avait même ajouté: "Allez, ne pleure pas... je sais que tu as aimé... même si tu ne veux me l'admettre... c'est normal, c'est naturel... Ton corps a réagi au plaisir comme il réagirait à la douleur sans que tu ne puisses rien y faire...."

Caro essaya de faire le vide.. de ne plus entendre la voix de cet être sordide ...

Mais, même avec tous ses efforts, elle n'y parvenait pas...

Le coeur en chamade, elle le vit tirer un tabouret pour aller s'assoir entre ses jambes relevés et ses cuisses ouvertes...

Elle ferma les yeux pour tenter de couper tout contact avec cette réalité abjecte...

Elle n'y arriva pas et le sentit toucher de ses gros doigts les lèvres de sa vulve moulées au tissu de mister slip humide...

"Hummmm... magnifique, croassa le gros porc... laisse-moi voir ta petite fente..."

Elle entendit le tissu craquer... mister slip déchiré glissant sur ses hanches, laissant apparaitre les premiers poils de mister pubis...

Complètement exposées, ses parties génitales n'étaient plus qu'à quelques centimètres du visage de Radik...

Radik, le souffle court, la bouche entrouverte, les yeux rivés sur ce jeune sexe aux lèvres bien dessinées....

Elle sentit mister haleine entre ses cuisses... Le gros vicelard se rapprochait de sa féminité...

Puis ce fut cette décharge électrique qui la tétanisa de la tête aux pieds...

Radik, avec sa vieille langue, avait effleuré les lèvres de sa vulve...

"Hummm... comme ton corps réagit bien, petite ... .. comme il me parle et me dit qu'il en veut davantage..."

"Non, non, salaud, lâchez-moi....lâchez-moi...", hurla Caroline

Radik resta sourd à ses supplications...

De nouveau, sa langue entra en contact avec le sexe de la jeune femme...

Cette fois-ci, la lapée fut plus prononcée, plus appuyée, écartant aux passages les pétales du sexe, effleurant même le clitoris de l'étudiante...

Le corps de la jeune femme se cambra violemment....

"Salaud, nooooooon, noooooooooon... espèce de gros porc..."

La raimister de Caroline lançait ses dernières salves... La jeune femme luttait farouchement pour ne pas basculer... Pour rester humaine.... pour ne pas laisser ce coté bestial l'envahir...

... je sais que tu en veux davantage..."

Sans lui laisser le temps de reprendre ses esprits, Radik, pour la troisième fois, pointa sa vieille langue vers l'orifice vaginal de l'étudiante...

Écartant avec ses pouces, les lèvres de sa vulve, il enfourna mister appendice au fond de mister vagin et commença à lui fouiller le sexe....

Caroline cria à nouveau alors que de puissantes vagues de plaisir cherchaient à se frayer un chemin le long de mister épine dorsale...

Les dents serrées, elle avait de plus en plus de peine à contenir les flots de lubricité qui, peu à peu, envahissaient mister corps..

Le coup de grâce de Radik vint lorsque sa langue, fouillant toujours les replis veloutés de sa muqueuse vaginale, remonta brusquement jusqu'à mister clitoris...

Caroline poussa un cri de surprise et de dégoût...

Des effluves de jouissance déferlaient jusque dans sa nuque...

Caroline n'arrivait plus à penser, à contrôler et à s'opposer... Le plaisir émanant de mister sexe était maintenant maître de mister corps...

Radik sentait la résistance de la jeune femme s'étioler peu à peu...

Faisant rouler entre ses lèvres le clitoris bandé de l'étudiante, il inséra dans mister vagin un de ses gros doigts qu'il appuya fermement contre mister point G....

Puis, il glissa mister autre main vers mister anus qu'il pénétra lentement avec mister majeur...

Caroline n'arrivait plus à contrer ces multiples stimulations sexuelles...

Radik la violait avec sa langue et ses doigts...

Radik voulait lui donner du plaisir...

Un plaisir qu'elle n'arrivait plus à repousser... Un plaisir qui la dominait complètement...

Ses jambes se raidirent, mister bassin se souleva, sa respiration s'accéléra...

Envahie par une onde de choc qu'elle n'avait jamais auparavant ressentie, Caroline pousa un long gémissement... et se mit à jouir...

Son clitoris explosa dans la bouche du gros homme... mister vagin et mister anus se contractant sur les vieux doigts crochus de mister violeur...

Sans fin, de puissantes lames de plaisir déferlaient à travers mister corps...

Radik venait de la violer et de la faire jouir... Il avait vu et entendu ce plaisir qu'elle avait vainement tenté de lui cacher...

Lentement, il retira ses gros doigts de mister anus et de mister vagin et se releva debout entre ses cuisses...

Il savait qu'elle ne pourrait plus maintenant s'opposer à lui... Elle était brisée, sexuellement à sa merci...

Il avait retrouvé mister érection et, de nouveau, il avait envie d'éjaculer en elle... de s'accoupler avec ellle... de faire jaillir au fond de ses entrailles mister foutre de violeur...

Il appuya mister gland sur le clito de la jeune femme et commença à la masturber avec sa queue...

Elle avait fermé le yeux... elle ne voulait pas voir... ne voulant pas ajouter l'odieux à l'horreur en regardant ce gros salaud la pénétrer...

Le clitoris de Caroline était gorgé de sang, bandé, durci, irradiant à travers tout le corps de la jeune femme le plaisir de cette masturbation forcée que le gros vicelard lui imposait...

La respiration de Caroline était saccadée, la jouissance la gagnait à nouveau, ses hanches tanguaient doucement pour quémander cette impensable pénétration...

Le gland de Radik glissa vers la fente de l'étudiante...

Comme dans la scène d'un film projeté au ralenti, la queue du vieil homme disparut lentement au fond de la crevasse étroite de la jeune femme...

Jamais Radik n'avait connu un vagin si accueillant, si chaud, si bien lubrifié... un vagin qui n'avait cesse de se contracter sur sa vieille ... ..

Cherchait-elle à l'aspirer encore davantage au fond d'elle-même ou à le repousser?

Qu'importe, il était en elle... Il la dominait... Il la forçait au plaisir...

Caroline, le sentait au fond de mister ventre, dur, bandé... distendant les parois de mister vagin... mister poil contre mister pubis, mister gland fouillant ses entrailles....

Il la fourrait, la baisait, la violait...

Jamais le pénis de Radik n'avait été aussi rigide...

Debout entre ses cuisses, il lui palpait les seins...

Avec mister pouce, il caressait mister clitoris....

Inexorablement, il accentuait mister va-et-vient, violant le canal chaud et étroit de la jeune femme...

"Je te viole, ... et tu vas jouir... petite ... .. Ne me dis pas que ça ne te plaît pas, petite chienne, tu es toute mouillée, ton clito est bandé... Pas si mal, le viol, hein, ma petite Caro?... Je suis certain que c'est un de tes fantasmes lorsque tu te masturbes seule, dans ton lit...."

Caroline ne répondit pas au vieil homme mais, sans le vouloir, laissa échapper un gémissement...

Oui, comme bien des femmes, il lui arrivait de se masturber en ayant en tête ce fantasme...

Oui, il lui arrivait de se caresser en imaginant qu'un ou plusieurs hommes la prenaient de power en lui déchirant ses vêtements, en la retenant par les bras et les jambes..

Des hommes sans âge et sans visage...

Des hommes partageant un seul point commun: un immense et incontrôlable désir pour mister corps de jeune femme...

Un immense et incontrôlable désir de la voir nue, de la toucher, de la lécher, de la pénétrer et, même si elle leur résistait, de la faire jouir, à mister corps défendant, en la violant...

Elle ouvrit les yeux, releva la tête et vit Radik, debout, nu entre ses cuisses...

Sa ... veinée disparaissait au fond de mister ventre pour en ressortir luisante de ses sécrétions...

Ses vieilles mains calleuses palpaient ses jeunes seins fermes...

Le visage du vieil homme grimaçait de plaisir...

Il allait éjaculer en elle...

Caroline réalisa, à cet instant précis, que le vieil homme permisternifiait tous les fantasmes inavouables qui l'habitaient lorsque, nue dans mister lit, elle se caressait...

Pour Caroline, fantasmes et réalité ne faisaient maintenant plus qu'un...

Radik incarnait cet immense et incontrôlable désir porté par ces hommes sans âge et sans visage qui abusaient d'elle et la faisaient jouir lorsqu'elle se branlait...

Elle allait avoir un orgasme en le regardant la violer...

Radik poussa un cri rauque en jutant en elle...

Elle gémit longuement...alors que le sperme du vieil homme continuait à gicler au fond de mister vagin......

De puissants tremblements secouèrent mister corps livré à la jouissance....

L'intensité et la power de mister plaisir la firent perdre conscience...

Lorsqu'elle revint à elle, elle était seule...ses poignets et ses chevilles libres de toute entrave....

Elle se rhabilla et rentra chez elle... en attente du résultat de mister examen...

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"EXCUSE ME!" came an inpatient voice. "I've been ringing this bell for at least 5 minutes and I'm TIRED of being ignored!"

At the sound of the peevish interruption, Mike slid out from underneath the car he was working on. As he got to his feet, he started to wipe the grease from his hands on his pants and look for the source of irritation.

Standing in the doorway was a tall, dark haired business type dressed impeccably in an expensive suit. From the way he filled out his clothes it looked like he spent a lot of time at the gym. Light danced off his Rolex and what had to be a one-carat diamond stud in his ear. The dude just oozed money – and while he might be one hot piece of ass his manner suggested he was a total prick.

"Can't you read man," Mike asked? "The sign says 'no customers allowed in the garage area.' It's a safety thing."

"I'm surprised an oiled up grease monkey such as yourself can even read. And DON'T ever address me as 'man.' My name is Clifford Huntington and I'm here to pick up my car," came the haughty reply. "The receptionist told me it would be ready at 5:00. It is now 5:23 and no one is even at the desk to assist me!"

"I was right," Mike thought. "TOTAL prick."

Mike was used to the type. The ones who had money so they thought they could talk down to everyone and get what they wanted by being obnoxious and overbearing. Mike knew just what this situation called for, and he began to relish what was about to happen.

"Now take it easy Cliff," Mike drawled. "There's no need to be so hostile. Which one is yours and I'll make sure you're WELL taken care of."

"It's Clifford, not Cliff, and it's the red Porsche 911 Carrera. It cost me over $73,000 – more money than you'll EVER see - so it had better be ready to go."

Mike went and leaned against the Porsche in question. He folded his arms across his muscular chest and leered at Clifford. He knew he was his equal at least in the looks department.

His worn jeans clung to his hips and thighs, while his dirty white t-shirt strained to fit over his upper body. His black hair was caught up in band at the nape of his neck and when it was loose, grazed his shoulders. Mike had never had a problem capturing the attention of both women AND men and he wasn't about to start now. His hand strayed to his crotch and he grabbed himself through his pants.

"Yeah the Porsche. Nice ride CLIFF," Mike intoned. "Big money, big time car. You must be over compensating for something."

"What did you just say," Clifford asked in a menacing tone.

"I said 'over compensating.' Do I stutter? You may be loaded, but I have it where it counts!"

With that, Mike started to work on the button fly of his pants. Clifford stood gaping at him. His nostrils flared and a ***ous gleam appeared in his eyes.

"I have no clue who you think you are or what in the hell you think you're doing, but I'll have your low-paying mechanic ass for this!"

"Oh someone will have someone's ass all right," promised Mike. "But I guarantee you won't have mine."

"Step away from my damn car before you damage the paint job you idiot. And don't ever speak to me that way again," yelled Clifford.

"Quit your bitchin' man," scoffed Mike, "or I'll have to shove my dick in your mouth to make you shut the hell up."

Clifford leapt across the garage and lunged at Mike. The two were soon grappling with each other, trying to throw each other down and prove who was dominant. As they wrestled, Mike felt himself swell and thicken. Clifford noticed it too and quickly broke off.

"What in the hell," he asked? "Just what sort of game are you playing?"

"No games Cliff," Mike responded. "You money types think you're so superior. I'm here to prove to you that even the rich can't make up for certain areas that are – shall we say – lacking. That's why you wear the clothes you do and drive hot cars. It's because you got a little dick isn't it Cliff?"

Clifford stared silently at Mike, then the edges of his mouth curled up in a semblance of a smile.

"I get it," he mused. "Why don't you just cut through the bullcuckolds brownie and admit you want a taste of one of the finer things in life. And I don't need to overcompensate. I have it ALL!"

With that Clifford undid his trousers and let them fall. His silk boxers strained as his now excited rod begged for release. Clifford reached down and freed himself, holding himself proudly for Mike's inspection.

"Not bad Cliff. That has to be what? About 8 inches? Pretty thick too. Yeah Cliff, not bad at all. But I still got ya beat!"

Mike now totally undid his jeans, exposing himself fully for Clifford's perusal.

Clifford's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets and his mouth opened and closed like a fish. If Mike weren't so worked up he would have actually laughed.

"I TOLD you I have it where it counts," Mike chuckled.

"That...you've...that HAS to be the biggest cock I've ever seen," whispered Clifford. "There is NO way you're putting that thing any where near me!"

Mike's husky laugh filled the room.

"I've been told I'm a good 10 ½ inches," Mike bragged. "And you can make it fit. You've already shown me you got a big mouth."

Like a man in a trance, Clifford walked over to Mike.

"Yeah," he whispered, almost sounding like he was trying to convince himself. "I can take it. I can take it."

Mike knew he had him. He leaned back against the Porsche and taunted for Clifford to show him what a rich boy could do.

Clifford took off his jacket and laid it at Mike's feet. He undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and let it fall to the ground as well. Clad only in an undershirt, he kneeled in front of Mike and tentatively touched his tongue to the head of Mike's dick.

Mike made his cock bob up and down, powering his erection away from Clifford's outstretched tongue. Clifford's eyes flew up to Mike's face. Mike gave a little shrug and smirk that was both daring and amused.

"If you're gonna do it man DO IT," said Mike. "Don't just look at it and give it a weak little lap. Suck it like you MEAN it!"

"Cocky bastard," Clifford stated before he opened wide and sucked the tip of Mike's dipstick into his mouth.

Clifford's cheeks puffed in and out as he worked the head of Mike's dick. The pressure his mouth was creating was intense. He might be an ass but he could suck the chrome off a bumper.

"Ummm...that's good man," Mike sighed, tangling his hands into Clifford's hair. "Try and take some more. Gag on that meat."

Clifford obliged and opened his throat. Slowly he began to insert Mike's penis as far as he could. His eyes watered as he felt himself being stretched. Clifford began to bob up and down, open mouthed, in an attempt to get as much of Mike as possible. Loud slurps filled the garage as Clifford spit and licked, leaving drool trials dripping from Mike's rod.

"Aw man," chastised Mike. "You're being all sloppy. Lick that cock clean. Lick my nuts too while you're at it."

Clifford's response was to let his tongue snake out and flick the length of Mike's shaft. Greedily he set in lapping his rod. He took Mike in his hand and lifted his meaty member to expose his balls. They were full and round and looked like they were about to burst.

Clifford nuzzled them, breathing in Mike's scent. He then began to wash Mike's sack, licking every part with quick darts of his tongue.

"That's enough man," Mike said pulling Clifford up and spinning him around. "I told you someone would have someone's ass. My cock wants yours."

"You're too big," Clifford implored. "You'll tear me up with that thing."

"I promise I'll be gentle," Mike replied.

Mike went over to his workbench and pulled out a jar of what looked like grease.

"A mechanic's favorite friend," Mike laughed.

Mike bent Clifford face first onto the hood of the Porsche. He undid the lid and scooped out a thick handful of lube. He rubbed it on his swollen cock, then pried Clifford's cheeks apart. Taking more lube, Mike rubbed a healthy dose onto Clifford's puckered hole.

"I'm gonna put one finger inside you," breathed Mike.

Mike pushed his pointer finger into Clifford's ass.

"Nice and tight Cliff," Mike said. "I'm impressed. I can't wait to shove this big, fat dick all up in that tight little man cunt and of yours and loosen you up."

With that, Mike inserted his middle finger as well into Clifford's hole. He pumped his fingers in and out as Clifford's breathing became pants and he began to buck against Mike's hand.

"MORE," Clifford demanded.

"Yeah you want more? How 'bout three?"

Mike added another finger then thought, "Fuck it."

He introduced his pinky into the mix and was soon sawing four fingers rapidly into Clifford's willing ass.

"That's it baby," Mike breathed. "Take those fingers. Open that hole up. Get it ready for my cock."

"I'm ready," whispered Clifford.

"You're ready? You want me to fuck you now? You want ALL of this cock up in you?"

"Please," begged Clifford.

Mike laughed to himself. Yup, he had it where it counted. Didn't matter who it was, he always had them wanting him.

Mike pressed his mushroom tipped cock against Clifford's ass.

"Push out and breath baby," He advised.

"I'll Try.......OH MY GOD!" Clifford yelped as Mike slammed his cock inside.

"Told you you could take it," Mike rasped. "I'm all the way in you man. My cock is all the way in your ass."

Mike began to move, pulling almost all the way out and then driving back in. Clifford lay sprawled across the hood. He attempted to push back but the power of Mike coming into him left him speechless. All he could do was lay there and take Mike into his body.

Sweat pored down Mike as he gave Clifford everything he had.

"Lucky for you I haven't blown one today so I'm gonna cum pretty soon."

Clifford's response was to dig his nails into the palms of his hands and moan loudly. Nothing had ever felt this good. He was always used to being in charge and being totally dominated by this dreamy mechanic excited him like nothing else.

Mike began to stiffen. He pulled out of Clifford's now wide-open ass and spun him around.

"Get on your knees," Mike demanded.

Clifford fell onto the ground and Mike grabbed his hair, pulling his head back.

"Open your mouth pretty boy," Mike growled.

Clifford opened wide as Mike jerked his cock. Mike's eyes closed and the veins in his neck stood out.

"FUCK YEAH," he screamed as spurt after spurt found it's way into Clifford's open mouth.

"Swallow it. Yeah...that's a good boy. Now lick it clean."

Clifford drank down every drop of Mike's cum, then licked his dick erasing all traces of spunk.

"Aw poor baby," Mike purred. "You didn't get off yet."

He reached out, slathered Clifford with lube, and began to pump his fist up and down. Clifford had been on the edge the whole time Mike was screwing him, and now the hand job he was receiving was doing the trick.

With a yell, Clifford spilled his passion onto the suit coat at his feet.

"I'm going to have a hard time explaining that to my cleaner," he mused.

"Just go out and buy another one Cliff," Mike retorted as he threw the keys to the Porsche at Clifford.

"My friends all told me that mechanics will always try and screw you," Clifford said. "Guess they were right."

I woke up this morning fresh and ready to relax poolside, knowing that it had been two weeks since I had been blacked by Ray. Although the experience had scared the hell out of me while he was at my house, it turned me on knowing I had successfully serviced a black stud. The power he seemed to have over me had subsided and I was finally back to my normal thought process.

I spent about an hour poolside, taking in the California sun and reading a Clancy novel while sucking down a triple rum and diet coke. I finally had a weekend to myself with no work to do and no family hanging around. I chatted it up with a woman who lives a few units down from my apartment. She looked great and I was hoping to make a connection with her, if not tonight at least laying some groundwork to meet up with her in the very near future.

I took one last dip in the pool to cool off and headed back to my apartment for a well deserved afternoon nap, my head spinning after my take.

I unlocked my door and headed to the refrigerator for some water when there was a loud knock at the door. I wondered if my lady friend had followed me home or if I forgot something at the pool.

I opened the door and there stood an older black gentleman wearing a delivery uniform, carrying a note pad and a small box. I automatically assumed it was a delivery for me. The gentleman looked me in the eyes and asked, "Are you the Cocksucker Boy?"

I looked at him completely unable to respond. Then I looked around to make sure none of my neighbors were in earshot of him. He was direct, loud, and I didn't need trouble.

"I asked you a question boy. I was told there was an outstanding white boy cocksucker who lived here by my friend Roy. He owes me a favor and told me to stop by here today and said you would take great care of my cock. Are you the Cocksucker Boy?"

He was starting to speak louder, so I told him to come in to try to diffuse the situation.

"Listen boy, I'm not in the mood to play games. Ray said you are a great cock sucker and I need my lizard drained now!"

I told him that there must be some mistake. That I didn't even know a Roy.

He pulled out a photo of me, on my knees, with my mouth filled with a huge black cock, and I remembered Ray had taken some photos.

I don't know if it was this towering black man in front of me or the rum in my system but I suddenly felt very submissive and still could not answer him.

The man, who introduced himself as Rodney, told me to get on my knees. I did and he told me to unzip his shorts. I pulled his zipper down and his brown uniform shorts fell to the floor. He wasn't wearing any underwear and I was shocked that his cock was already getting hard.

"Ray told me you do more than suck cock. He said you worship cock. He promised me you would take better care of my cock than a $200 whore. That's a lot to live up to boy. Are you that good?"

I looked up at him and said, "Listen, I don't want any trouble. I just want to get you off and let you leave. Please keep your voice down so my neighbors don't hear you."

His body had a strong odor that turned my stomach.

"Well, get started boy," he said to me.

"Listen, Rodney I would love to suck your wonderful cock but I think I could do a much better job and you could relax more if I gave you a hot shower. It would be my first time ever in the shower with a guy. Are you up for that?"

He thought about it for a minute and said, "Sure. Go get it started, and get me a take while you do that."

I started the shower, and asked him what he wanted to take. "I don't suppose you have any White Star Champagne here do you? I understand it goes well with cum, and we could both have a glass or two."

I had a few bottles, which Ray must have noticed when he was here. I opened a bottle and poured Rodney a glass and started to pour one for me. "No boy, not yet. A glass of champagne will be your reward after I've fed you. Now, let's get that shower out of the way."

We walked to my shower and I allowed him to enter first. He asked me to join him and I did. I grabbed the soap and started scrubbing his body, starting at his shoulders and working my way down his back, reaching around to wash his chest. When I reach his cock, I noticed it had deflated but soft it was still over 6 inches long. I made sure I cleaned his cock, balls and ass completely. The warm shower water was helping to clear my head. I wondered if I could get him off in the shower and then have him leave.

"You want it don't you boy? Go ahead, take a taste of that black cock. Take it in your mouth."

I got on my knees and started to kiss his cock. I figured if I got him hard and made him cum he would be happy and leave. But his sock wasn't getting hard. I couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong until he said, "I've always wanted to do this. Enjoy this boy."

I couldn't believe he was cumming so quickly, so I opened my mouth and couldn't believe what happened next. I never saw it coming!

My mouth quickly filled with his golden stream of piss. I was ready to spit it out until he slapped my face and told me to swallow it and to be quick about it. I am so glad I had been takeing earlier, it didn't help the hot, salty and vile flavor of his piss but it did help get me through it.

He let go another stream, and another and one more. I swallowed three more times, and finally he was finished.

"Wow that was great boy. I've always wanted to find a slut who would do that for me."

I grabbed the soap and cleaned him off one more time and made sure I was clean too, making sure to swallow shower water whenever I could to rid my mouth of the taste of his piss.

"Okay boy, lets dry off and get you worshipping this black cock of mine."

I gargled first before doing anything else.

Then I dried him off making sure his body was completely dry then dried myself. We headed to my bedroom where he lay down on my white down comforter. His black skin stood out against the white comforter. He let his legs fall over the side of the bed so his ass was at the edge and told me to get on my knees.

"Go on boy. I love it when a white boy sucks my cock. In fact, I only let white guys suck me. Black guys are too smart to suck cock."

For the second time in my life I was under the power of black cock. As much as I wanted to get up and run, I also wanted to please this guy. I kissed his cock first, then slowly took its head in my mouth. My body took over as my mind went blank. I was sucking black cock and this man was fully in charge of the situation. What was worse was he came to my apartment uninvited, and that bothered me. But not enough to stop.

Remembering my experience two weeks ago, I moved my lips off his cock, now at least 7.5 inches and rock hard and moved down to his huge hairy black balls. I licked them, over and over and then dropped my head lower to lick his ass. He was moaning as I stuck my tongue deep in his ass, then moved my mouth up to his balls again and took one in my mouth as I slowly moved my tongue around it, over and over. I couldn't fit both of his huge balls in my mouth at one time, so I moved to his other and sucked it softly.

Then I moved back to his cock. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, filling my mouth and causing me to gag. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it into his crotch powering me to open my mouth as far as it would go as his cock entered my throat.

"Ah that's it cocksucker. Now you're getting there. Keep sucking me boy." I did as I was told, suddenly realizing that I loved sucking black cock. I have no idea what power it holds but I knew now I would do anything I was told to do to please a black man.

I wasn't paying attention to what was going on around me until it was too late. I never saw it coming!

There were two other men in the bedroom with us. I had not thought to lock my door. Two more black men, one with a camera capturing on video my second black cock session.

"Don't worry cock sucker, these are my bros. They're here to make sure you enjoy yourself, aren't you bros?"

I started to pull of his cock when he grabbed my head again, and this time he started to fuck my mouth. All I could do was to keep my jaws spread wide open and wait for him to slow down.

"That's it white boy, worship that black cock. You know you love it. Go on, tell me you love my black cock."

I looked up at him and tried to speak, but his cock kept ramming in and out of my mouth. But it was clear to him, his friends and the camera that I loved sucking his cock.

Suddenly his cock seemed to grow even larger and his body stiffened. I knew what was next and my mouth filled with his hot, thick cum. He kept blasting and I was powerd to swallow. It wasn't as bad tasting as his piss earlier but it wasn't something I would normally swallow either.

Four more blasts and he was finished. He slumped back on to my bed and looked me in the eye. "Ray was right. You are better than a $200 whore! You white boys know how to suck black cock and you seem to love it. I can't believe you let me piss in your mouth earlier!"

"What?" It was one of the other two guys in the room. "You mean this white boy let you give him a shower? Did he swallow your pee man?"

"Swallow it? He gulped it down like it was a cold beer. Come to think of it, I owe him a taste of White Star, grab the bottle in the kitchen and bring it in here guys. Did you like the taste of my piss and cum white boy?"

I looked him square in his eyes and said, "Like it? No. I loved it. I was like takeing pure honey." I had to say it. I didn't want him to think he won.

The black man who was watching earlier returned with the bottle of open champagne. "I think I can pour it for him if you don't mind bro."

He walked up to me and told me to open his pants. "No, not again," I said. "You've had your fun, now leave."

He slapped my face, hard. Now I was totally sober and the pain in my cheek burned.

"I said open my pants boy. Ray told us you loved black cock and said we could borrow you tonight. Now get my pants opened up and start sucking me boy!"

I opened his pants and pulled down his underwear without having to be told to. Then I moved my head in to his cock, about 6.5 inches hard, and took it into my mouth. That's when I tasted the White Star running down his cock into my mouth. I ended takeing nearly half the bottle while sucking his cock and again started loving the position I was in. The champagne helped relax me. I decided that these guys were going to leave here knowing they had been well serviced.

The power these black men had over me is difficult to explain. Knowing I was satisfying my second black stud tonight made me feel proud. He fucked my face and I took every inch of his black cock in until he blasted his cum into my throat. I loved it. This time it tasted wonderful and I drank every single drop.

I looked directly at him and said, "Your cum tastes wonderful sir. Thank you for sharing it with me."

The guy with the camera came over to me and pulled down his shorts. He turned around and lay down on his stomach while handing the camera off to one of the others. "Boy, I need my ass licked. I've never had a whitey do it and I want you to be the first. And I expect you to do a damn fine job there!"

If there is one thing I like it's being told what to do. If he had asked me to lick his ass I would have balked but he was in control and telling me what to do. I did exactly what he said to do and started licking his ass. I could tell he had showered not long ago and I attacked his ass with my tongue and lips, making sure he knew it didn't bother me to service him this way.

After a few minutes he turned over and his 7" cock was at full mast, ready to be serviced.

"Lick my balls boy. You need to please me more before you taste my cock."

I gently took each of his hairy balls into my mouth, one at a time, and licked ever single inch of them, over and over again. Then I moved up his cock with my lips, kissing the thick head first, then slowly taking it inch by inch into my mouth, moving up and down slowly so he could enjoy himself and so I could taste him.

His friends were watching. They had opened another bottle of champagne and were getting into watching my mouth action. Both were sporting hard ons again.

After about 10 minutes of moving up and down, faster and slower on this black cock he finally stiffened and shot off in my mouth. This load was thicker than the last two, and I had to swallow six times before he finished using my mouth. Once again I looked into a black mans eyes and lied, "Your cum tastes wonderful sir. Thank you so much for sharing it with me."

He grabbed a glass of champagne from his friends and I tired to also but was told I had to take a beer instead.

"The champagne is for the black studs boy. But we promise you a taste of it very soon."

I grabbed a beer and headed back to the bathroom, hoping they would get dressed and leave, knowing my jaw wasn't going to be able to service any more cock tonight. I discovered the guys had moved into the bathroom so I walked into the room to see what was going to happen next.

"Okay boy," Rodney said, "get into the tub and on your knees."

I wasn't sure how I was going to do this, as each of their cocks were hard and my mouth was *******ing me.

The three of them stood side by side as I moved to kiss each cock head, one at a time. Three black cocks, and I wanted them all again, no matter how much I hurt.

"Open your mouth boy, here comes the champagne."

I did as I was told to do and suddenly realized what was going to happen, but too late. Three hot streams of piss shot into my mouth and I tried to swallow as much as possible, but I lost as much as I swallowed. I never thought it would end but finally, after gulping and gulping black mans piss, they finished.

"You are something else boy. I've never seen anyone so eager to please our black cocks. Don't worry, you'll get to see yourself in action on line later tonight." They gave me a URL to visit on line, then they quickly dressed and left my apartment, joking and slapping themselves on their backs as they left, knowing they had the power to control me.

I took a very long, hot shower and drank a half a bottle of Listerine to try to rid my mouth of the taste of their piss and cum. I couldn't believe what I let them do to me, but then again, I was so high on the thought that I had just successfully serviced three black men.

Then I started to wonder what was going to come next from Ray.

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Blackmailed Into Homo-Humiliation

When I started with the company Roger was the top salesman, he had the best clients, the best bonus and the best company car. Within three months I had eclipsed him. It stood to reamister, I was fifteen years younger than his forty, I was hungrier, I was more ambitious. I was just plain better than he was. He didn't like it and resented me and I knew he plotted to discredit and do me down at every occasion. But that only seemed to affect him and his sales, I just ignored him.

Then after six months with the company I fell in love with Julie. She was a beautiful brunette with a fantastic figure and a great permisterality. She lit up the room when she entered and better than that she worked with us. Problem was that Roger was kind of casually dating her at the time I fell for her (and she for me) and our love was unstoppable so that was another black mark against me as far as Roger was concerned. But I didn't care, I was young and unstoppable – nothing could touch me.

Since this tale centres on him I should describe Roger to you. He was much taller than me at six foot two, was well put together, had a straight back and flecks of distinguished grey to the sides of his hair. He always had had an aloof attitude towards me since I started but since I had got together and married Julie he had become, much more distant with everyone and rarely spoke of what he did in his own time. Which didn't bother me one little bit.

A year into my idyllic marriage (Julie quit and got a better job in the interim) and three into the job my life was turned around by Roger and by my own stupidness. Simply put I had been falsifying my expenses and misusing company funds. I started small scale but soon found it was easy and I found I couldn't stop and besides who got hurt by it? No-one, and no-one knew so where was the harm. I was working late in the office one night, even the cleaners had been around so it must have been after six when Roger strode up to my desk and threw a folder full of paper onto my desk.

I looked up irritated and demanded what was this, but my bravado disappeared quickly when he told me it was copies of all my fraudulent claims and transfers and that the originals were nice and safe. And smiled a crocodile smile at me.

I panicked, losing my job, my pay, my future; even jail flew through my mind as he casually tidied the folder and picked it up.

"W-What do you want? Money?", praying I could bribe my way out of this.

"I don't want your money boy. What I want is for you to get your ass to the disared toilets and we'll discuss it there. Where we won't be interrupted."

I could do little else but pull back my chair and head along to the destination, Roger was in control here and we both knew it. I entered the room realising I had never been in there before, it was much larger that the gent cubicles and I stood in plenty of space as I waited on Roger joining me, wondering how I could get out of this situation.

I stood in that toilet for what seemed and eternity, in reality it was only five minutes but as my mind raced through all the possibilities and ways to save my skin time seemed to stand still. Eventually the thick red handle turned down and a very confident Roger joined me it the room and suddenly it didn't feel so spacious. In fact when he clicked the lock closed on the door I felt pretty much claustrophobic in there.

I stood waiting for him to speak, figuring that I should let him make all the running. He stood staring at me contemptuously before speaking.

"I hate you. You know don't you? I dare say you hate me as well, but I don't really care. Fact is I can destroy you with that information, can't I? You'll never know how much I want to but I'm going to give you an option. If you do exactly as I say, obey my every command I will return my copies to you to despose of and you'll never be found out. Are you willing to do that?"

Of course I was and stammered my agreement, hurrying over the words, giving scant though to what he would make me do.

"Yes, I thought you'd go for that. However, believe me when I say this, if you refuse to obey me we'll just stop and I hand that folder over to the bosses. Understand? Good, then to begin I want you to get down on your knees."

I stood gaping like a fool for a moment then returned to my senses and hurried to get on my knees before him, thinking (hoping) he just wanted me to beg and grovel to him. Well fine, I could handle a little embarrassment to get out of this mess. Scuffing the knees of my expensive trousers I knelt before him, now feeling even more cramped in the room. That feeling only worsened when he deliberately stepped forward so his crotch was inches from my face. To my horror I noticed a hardening bulge there.

"Unbuckle my belt" , Roger barked out his order like he was a drill Sergeant.

I looked up at him and shook my head. I was not liking where this was going one little bit. No way was I doing that.

"OK, then" he said and turned to leave. I panicked and grabbed his trousers and wouldn't let him go and found my hands shakily undoing his large belt buckle until it came loose. When I undid it I looked up to see a look of triumph on Roger's face. I think he knew then that he had me.

He spoke to me as if I was a naughty young and he my strict headmaster.

"Now undo my button and lower my zip" the large bulge in his trousers was lengthening and stiffening as he spoke each word.

Despite myself I found my hands reaching forward and undoing the button at the top of his zip then automatically letting down the zip. At it's lowest point the zip halted and with no other interaction his trousers plummeted to the ground around his ankles and to my growing horror I discovered he wasn't wearing any underpants and a giant penis was rearing up at me inches from my face. I looked at it as it continued to stiffen and, while my estimates may have been off being so close to it, it was massive. It was easily 10 inches long and at least 2 inches in girth (thicker at the purple helmet so close to me).

For a long moment I was mesmerised by the large member bobbing in front of me, unable to take my eyes off it. I looked up eventually into the eyes of my blackmailer and knew there and then what I would have to do to get his silence. I was sickened and disgusted at the thought of being like this before Roger and being at his mercy, but I would be lying if I did not admit that there was a small part of me turned on by the situation.

"Big, isn't it?" were the first words Roger spoke after what seemed like hours. I just knelt there unable to coherently answer. The thing was it was big, much bigger than the small thing that hung between my legs, which was lucky to be 5 inches when fully erect.

"Come on, answer me, tell me how big I am" he demanded as his right hand slapped my cheek contemptuously.

I think I had zoned out and the confident, successful, normal me was being supplanted by a stammering, weak willed wimp.

"You are huge, massive, gigantic", I feebly answered.

"Bigger than you?" he sneered.

"Oh Yes", I answered far too quickly, which got a cruel laugh from above.

And then he said the words I had been dreading.

"I want you to lick it, if you don't I am handing over that evidence."

I swallowed slightly, said a little prayer to god, moved my head forwards, hesitated, paused, thought, then moved forward again this time extending my tongue past my teeth and was soon licking the tip of my rival's rock hard cock. A shiver of offense and revulsion spread through me. How could I be doing this?

"Come on you can do better than that, I want you to lick the whole of it".

I responded by following his command and before I knew it I was tracing the veiny outline of his cock with my tongue. Backwards then forwards, the helmet and below until for the first time my mouth made contact with another man's pubic hair and balls. I nearly retched but continued to lick hoping this would please him enough not to pass on the info he had over me, knowing that it was unlikely to be so. It wasn't.

"Right that's enough lets see how much you can swallow. Come on get sucking, always thought you were a little cocksucker!" , he laughed at his own joke or maybe it was at the sight of me stretching my mouth and allowing the thick bell end of his penis to invade my mouth, swiftly followed by as much of the shaft of his cock as I could take.

A musky, sweaty, smell of man meat pervaded my nostrils that I can still smell to this day and I had to close my eyes and pretend I was elsewhere as his thick shaft travelled over my accommodating tongue and into the target of my throat. God my first time sucking a cock and he was deep throating me! Not that I had any say in the matter as he held my head dominantly and thrust his hips forward fiercely, powering himself deeper into my obligation mouth. I was astonished and dismayed to feel his large,hairy balls whacking off my chin and his thick, wire like pubic hair tickling at my nostrils. He ordered me to open my eyes and look up at him, I did so only to be blinded by the repeated flashes of a handheld camera snapping what I was doing to my increasing dismay. But after that Roger lost himself in his pleasure and concentrated on my mouth doing the work.

The member slid back and forward in my mouth, lubricated by my saliva and my mouth soon settled into a rhythm, and I breathed through my nose as Roger hit his own rhythm and our bodies fitted into each other more and more smoothly. And to my horror I found my own cock was hardening in my trousers. How could that be? God, I wasn't gay. This was tantamount to ****, how could I be turned on? But I was and I found each thrust by Roger being met with increasing levels of enthusiasm.

An eternity later I felt the hard slab of flesh in my mouth begin to pulse and throb and spasm much harder than before and I knew Roger was on the verge of cumming. This would be humiliating wherever he decided to do it – in my throat or on my face – and as I knelt there anticipation mixed with the worry. After all it was going to happen whatever I did, I began to wonder how it would feel and taste. I did not have long to wait. With an almighty groan he shot a large wad of sticky stuff into my throat, he pulled out as he continued to spray cum from his cock and some pooled in my mouth, while the final trails plastered themselves over my wet lips.

"Stay like that", he ordered as he took another set of pictures of me on my knees before his spent cock with cum in my mouth and on my face.

He ordered me to swallow the residue as he wiped his messy cock in my hair and again I tasted it. To my amazement I found that it tasted OK, a little bland maybe but if you didn't know where it had originated or what it was then it would have been no big deal. Thing was I did know and I still found myself excited, even more so when Roger bent over to pick up his trousers and sneakily felt my crotch, pawing my erection through the fabric of my trousers.

"I knew you'd get excited, I could tell. You're my bitch now and don't think this wipes out your debt. I'll tell you know we're going to be in here tomorrow at the same time and as well as repeating this I am going to power you to lick my arse. So I'll leave it with you, be here and that happens, don't and everyone finds out about what you're like. And I don't just mean your expenses (as he waved the camera at me)."

He left the toilet first, leaving me on my knees contemplating what had happened and my reactions to it. Eventually I stood up and faced the mirror. I was a mess, appearance wise and mentally – what had I done? I gulped down large mouthfuls of tap water trying to lose the taste of sperm but failing.

That night I let on nothing to Julie but she sensed something was wrong with me and we had a quiet night. As I lay in bed, my wife fast arelax I could not escape the image of me delivering a blow job to the man who once lusted after her, the offense I felt, and also the feelings of pleasure and excitement that I could not explain. The image of Roger's hairy arse also figured highly in my thoughts and although I tried to convince myself that there was no way I would lick it, I knew exactly what I would be doing tomorrow after work.

The next day was a blur to me. I couldn't concentrate, made simple mistakes and could not bring myself to even look at Roger. He by contrast was ebullient, making jokes in the office and generally being unusually merry. Around two thirty he cornered me at the water cooler.

"Been avoiding me Simon? Funny, you seemed to be getting to know me intimately yesterday. Still prepared to do my bidding tonight?"

I nodded ***ly, totally unsure as to what I should do.

"Good. Now here's the thing, lets make it a bit more exciting shall we? I want you to head to the disared toilet at five to six, once you are there I want you to strip naked, pile your clothes up neatly in the corner , hang this around your neck (handing me a piece of paper and string) and kneel on the floor. Do not lock the door."

I looked at the sign, it read "I AM A WORTHLESS COCKSUCKER" in thick black writing and had string passed through the punch holes.

I shook my head weakly but before I could refuse to do it, he reminded me of the evidence he possessed as to my cheating the company and the pictures he had taken last night as I had sucked his cock. He left me there saying, "We both know you'll do the right thing, besides remember how excited you got last evening."

He was right, by five past six that night I was naked and on my knees with the sign hung around my neck waiting for the door handle to crack downwards and Roger to enter. I had been like that for ten minutes now and I cursed Roger for making me wait – I also cursed myself for doing this, how pathetic was I? Then I heard steps approaching in the corridor and heard whistling. God, Roger never whistled. What if it wasn't him? What if it was someone else in the company? What if…..

The handle snapped down and into the small room stepped Roger, he flashed me another crocodile smile and snapped a few pictures of me kneeling there in the nude with that sign around my neck. He locked the door behind him and his first act was to bend down and grope my exposed cock and balls, squeezing them in his hand until they reacted and my cock twitched under his touch. He smiled again and stripped off his suit and under garments until he stood in his naked glory before me. He was well put together for his age, if a little flabby but the over riding thought I had was how hairy he was. It was all over him, his arms, legs, chest, back and arse. And it was his arse I had a close up view right then as he bent forward, holding onto the door and reversed his big, hairy arse towards me to do the needful.

I felt sick yet unmistakably there was further twitching in my groin, good grief I was turned on by this!

"Come on Bitch, get that tongue of yours working. What's wrong? You're not usually so quiet, you're usually such a cocky little bastard. Come on get on with it."

I closed my eyes, my face red with shame and offense but my groin stirring with excitement and tentatively extended my tongue and licked the rough and hairy skin of Roger's ass. I gave it a few laps with my tongue and hope that would please him but he shifted his legs apart, reached around grabbed the back of my head and forcibly pushed my face deep into ass crack and told me in no uncertain terms to "get that tongue of mine working harder."

The smell of manhood and sweat was overpowering, though to my relief it appeared he had cleaned his asshole prior to this so it wasn't quite the nauseating experience I dreaded. But still as my tongue began to probe his tight, puckered asshole I could barely comprehend what this man was making me do. Just days ago I had thought of him as nothing, a blip on my radar, a nobody who I was so superior to. Yet here I was rimming his asshole and from my cock's reactions I was getting off on doing it. He evidently was as well as I could literally feel his skin stretch and tighten between his asshole and scrotum and I licked it and I sensed he had a huge erection from what we were doing.

After giving this rimjob for at least ten minutes, Roger pulled his ass off my tongue and whirled round, clearly on the verge of cumming. I opened my mouth automatically, expecting him to want me to dink his juice again but he had other plans. He pulled back on his cock and directed a thick stream of white cum over my face, he pumped continuously and emptied his balls load over me. Splashing trails into my eyes, onto my nose, lips, hair, everywhere covering me in his cum.

"Stay like that Bitch."

He fumred in his pile of clothes to produce his camera and take a string of photos of me kneeling my face covered in cum, no doubt to add to his collection. I just knelt there, feeling impotent in his power but my own cock very obviously erect in the pictures of me acting as his cum dump.

"Stand up, I want to see your pathetic effort" he ordered.

Worryingly I was becoming ever more obedient to Roger and starting to forget that I was only doing this because he was blackmailing me. Increasingly I was doing it because he told me to and I was feeling more and more subservient to him, I stood before stark naked, with his sticky cum plastered all over my features and my cock hard and erect pointing at him. He reached over and gave my balls a grope and made a few condescending remarks about the size (lack of) of my cock and told me that he wanted to watch me masturbate for him.

Somewhat self conscious of my predicament I may have been but there was no hesitation in me reaching down and gripping my member and furiously pumping it with my hand. I closed my eyes as I quickly came to climax but Roger ordered me to open them and look at him and to shoot my load onto the shiny floor. I came furiously, not nearly the load that Roger had ejaculated but a lot for me. I fired it in strings onto the floor and onto the door until I stood, spent with a limp dick in my hand.

Roger reached down and picked up my boxer shorts and wiped his messy cock clean on them, as he did so he told me matter of factly to clean my mess up. I moved to get a paper towel only to be ordered to use only my mouth to clean it up. I flashed him a glance of "What?????"

"Something wrong Bitch? Your tongue's done worse today hasn't it? Get on with it and when you lick it up keep it in your mouth. Don't swallow it until I say so."

So I got down onto my hands and knees and traced my tongue over the trails of semen I had spurted over the toilet while Roger calmly got dressed. I licked the surface of the floor and up the door until I felt I had captured it all then knelt before Roger with a mouthful of cum and my face splattered with his cum, like a dog begging in front of it's master. He pushed my mouth open so he could see the load my mouth held. He leaned down and spat into my mouth and told me to swallow. I did, tasting myself for the first time.

He told me to get dressed as he moved to leave and left me with these comments "Tomorrow's Friday, if you do as I say tomorrow then I will hand over my file and my pictures, you'll have bought me off. In saying that at six tomorrow night I will expect you to be stretched over the Boardroom table, stark naked and arse in the air", he paused then said "Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?"

I nearly called in sick the next day I didn't know what to do or really how I felt and maybe ignoring the problem would make it go away. Julie knew something was up but I couldn't let her know and really it was her that convinced me to go in the next day, if I could go through with it, let Roger do what he wanted, have his fun with me then I would get the evidence and destroy it. Julie would never know and life could go back to normal. Yes, I really was that naïve (or dumb).

But as scary as the situation was to me, it confused me as well. I had never had any thoughts that I may be gay and yet when Roger had had me do those things to him in the toilet I had been turned on. I had been excited by what I was doing and may try to deny it but the truth was that there was a part of me that was aroused by what Roger had planned for me. God, I was confused.

So I made it into work and sat like a zombie at my desk most of the day. Roger ignored me largely but around three in the afternoon he whisper to me the following instruction " At the time I said I want to enter the Boardroom and find you stripped naked and stretched across the table facing away from the door, I'll knock twice before I come in and if I don't find you in that position then I am going to hand over that folder. Understand? Good, be seeing you" and with that he took a quick grope of my groin and moved on.

This night everyone went home a bit earlier and the cleaners were in and out earlier to so the place was deserted as I walked into the Boardroom. It was quite a large room and when you entered you were greeted by wall lined with soft chairs and a small table with coffee and accessories, to the left was a large wooden table surrounded by twelve chairs where meetings tended to take place. The wall was lined by a window that looked out the twelfth floor of our office building.

I took a big gulp and peeled off all of my clothes, my heart hammering like a drum I then stretched over the width of the table with my back to the door and gripped the far side with my fingers and awaited the knock. I can't deny that my cock was hard in anticipation.

After a short while I heard two loud knocks on the door and the door being pushed open. They made me jump, coming as they did in the silence of the deserted office space (and the certain knowledge of what would soon follow). I heard him walking behind me and as instructed I kept myself bent over the table, not looking back, unsure if I could look Roger in the eye. Of course it struck me that Roger may be setting me up, maybe it wasn't him back there. But then who would it be. And, yes, I was excited and turned on by this. I knew that even as my stiffening cock strained against the edge of the table.

It was Roger though, back there. He said "Good" as he got behind me and I felt his hand trace the curves of my arse before spanking it twice as if I were a naughty young he had to discipline, indeed, that was how I felt in Roger's presence now. I heard him unzipping and dropping his trousers and closed my eyes in preparation for my penetration. I was concerned, I mean I had never been taken anally in any shape or form previously and Roger, as my mouth could testify, had a long and thick cock. The thought of that thing inside me was not without worry. But increasingly I wanted to experience it, I wanted the evidence back but more than that I was curious and also felt that I needed to please Roger.

I was shocked from my thoughts as I felt a slippery finger slide across my backside (at least he had used plenty of lube), it moved inexorably towards my sphincter and once there easily pushed passed resisting muscle to penetrate me and prod roughly inside me. I gave a low moan of pleasure and felt him send a second finger up next to the first to loosen me up a bit more. It was good, exciting and a turn on for me to be taken like this and then I felt the large tip of his cock's helmet nudge against my asshole.

He was surprisingly gentle with me, slowly easing my buttocks apart and easing his cock into me until it was in past the helmet. God it was too large to be up there and I felt it would soon burst through into my stomach as he eased it deeper and deeper with gentle thrusts until he informed me that he was "balls deep inside you Bitch." Then he began to fuck me. He was rough and relentless, shuddering into me hard and fast with no heed of my cries of astonishment and pain (and pleasure). He took a handful of my hair and pulled myself back onto him as he impaled me and thrust powerfully inside me. I was lost in the intensity of it all otherwise maybe I would have heard the door open. But I didn't.

About then he got much more vocal with me.

"Good you're enjoying that aren't you bitch? You love it in your arse don't you?"

"Yes" I cried in agreement.

"You're my Bitch now aren't you? You're my cocksucking fag eh? Come on tell me what you are? I want you to scream it for me."

"Yes. Ye-es. I'm your Bitch, your cocksucking Bitch. Master. Yes. Ugh! Yes. Fuck me. Yes."

All at once he came inside me filling my distended anus with his hot sticky fluid until he pulled out and I felt it dribble down my thighs. As he pulled out of me I caught a movement to my right and looked around to find myself staring into the eyes of Julie, my lovely wife. There were tears in her eyes as she watched the scene before her unfold.

I slid off the table and landed, kneeling at Roger's feet his now semi-erect dick inches from my mouth and covered in the detritus of what he had plunged into inside me mixed with the lube. Roger laughed and spoke directly to me, ignoring Julie "I took the trouble of inviting your wife over to see what we've been up to when you've been late home these last few days. Aren't you glad she saw that you are now my Bitch? Come on show how grateful you are to me by sucking me nice and clean."

I looked again at my wife and wanted to go to her and assure her I had been blackmailed into this but the truth was I wanted more to suck his cock, I wanted to be his Bitch and he to be my Master so I opened my mouth and engulfed his cock as I heard Julie slam the door on me and my previous life. Roger standing over me just chuckled and became hard once more at my oral ministrations.

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At The Office


I must be losing my mind. Here I am, a 54 year old divorced man, who has discovered a wonderful world of MILFs, and yet, this had to happen tonight. And here in my office no less.

In my high school and college years, up until I was 35 years old and married, I lead a perfectly straight love life, experiencing over 63 women. Marriage stopped all of that, but four years ago my marriage came to an end and after a one-sided judge gave my ex wife nearly everything I ended up in a small apartment near the beach here in Southern California.

In the past four years I have discovered the joys of oral sex with men. I had met up with married men whose wives no longer enjoyed sucking their cocks. I wasn't interested in a relationship with another guy, just oral sex. Women still turned me on, but the thought of a man making me suck his cock and balls, and swallow his load, just turned me on to the max.

In nearly four years I had met up with 10 guys, at different times, all very willing to feed me their cocks and their cum. I always made guys cum, but I was picky about what I swallowed, so I only swallowed if I was told to. It's just a rule I have.

Then I met Jennifer, my new 35 year old love interest. She's wonderful, with a very high sex drive and because of her I'm getting back into better physical shape and getting laid nearly every evening. I lost the thought of ever being with a guy again.

That's what I don't understand. I'm in love with Jennifer, so why then did this have to happen?

About 2 hours ago I was checking out my on line AOL mailbox and lingered a little too long on my screen name when someone sent me an instant message.

IM: Hey guy, you lookin?

ME: Just checking things out, getting ready to call it a day.

IM: Don't let me stop you, but I'm so horny I thought I'd ask if you were interested in sucking my uncut cock?

At this point in our conversation I realized two things. First, I had not eliminated my old profile, so it clearly stated that if I was on line I was there to find a hard cock that needed to be drained. The second thing I discovered was that I was getting turned on by the thought of being with a guy again. Why?

ME: Well, I don't have a place to meet, do you?

IM: No, where are you now?

ME: Office.

IM: Where's the office?

ME: Anaheim.

IM: Perfect, when are you free?

The permister on the other end of the net had me. Our chat went on for a few minutes more when I discovered myself sending him my office address. He had taken full control of the conversation telling me he needed his 7 inch uncut cock sucked, licked and worshipped. He also said he loves to have his balls licked. I agreed because of his commanding tone.

He then told me he loves a hard tongue sticking up his ass.

That's when I put my foot down and replied: You mean you want me to suck your cock? Suck your balls? Eat your ass? I don't even know you!

He told me on line that he not only wanted all of that, but he wanted me on my knees, and when he came he wanted me to swallow every drop of his cum.

I answered the only way I could... OKAY!

An hour later, after my office cleared out I heard a knock at the door. It was now or never. I had let Jenny know I would be very late and told her to go out shopping if she wanted to and that seemed to pacify her.

I opened the door and was shocked to see an older black man standing there.

"Um, I think you forgot to tell me you're black."

"Does that make a difference," he asked.

"Well, it's just that I have never, um, you know, I've never been with a black guy before," I replied.

He pushed his way into my office and asked where we were going to do this. I directed him towards my private office, where I have a black leather sofa. I was not sure I could go through with this, but I followed him as he walked toward my office.

In the blink of an eye he had dropped his pants, turned around and sat down on the sofa.

"Pull off my boxers buddy," he said.

I hesitated, still unsure of myself. Gosh, sucking cock was one thing. Sucking balls was, for a straight guy, a bit disgusting. I mean, I love it when a woman sucks balls, but think about it. I had to put a stop to this now.

"I said, pull of my boxers, or I'll bitch slap you. Do it NOW!"

My brain heard everything he said and reacted to his commands, ignoring my attempt to stop.

I dropped to my knees and slowly pulled off his boxers. His 7 inch cock jumped out at me and I noticed the foreskin, something new to me. All of the other guys I had sucked before were cut.

"Go on, Suck it. Worship it. You did say, anything oral, and I expect you to fulfill my need orally, or ELSE!.

This guy may have been older than me, but he was also quite muscular and very much in control of this situation.

I leaned forward, kissing his cock, getting ready to suck it slowly into my mouth when he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face on to his cock. I thought I was going to fetish as my gag effect kicked in.

He allowed me to back off a bit, but I knew he wasn't going to settle for a quick blow job. I slowly took as much of his cock as I could, moving my head back and forth, slowly at first until I got used to his still increasing cock size.

Suddenly I didn't care any more. I though of Jennifer, but then realized I had a huge cock in my mouth that required my services or I could be punished. Satisfying the needs of this older black man was my number one priority, nothing else mattered to me.

"That's it buddy, keep it up. I want you to worship that black beast," he said. "Now, go down to my balls and take each one slowly into your mouth . Love them. Ouch, easy with the teeth, unless you want to lose them."

I must have sucked his balls, one at a time, for over 8 minutes before he finally told me to lick the area between his balls and his ass. My mouth was full of saliva and it was easy to suck his lower balls. Then he pushed me even lower as he adjusted himself on the sofa.

"Stick your tongue up my ass as far as it you can get it. I just love a tongue fucking my ass hole buddy."

I did as I was told. I was very fortunate that he was freshly showered. Eating ass is the most disgusting thing in the world to me but I knew he had to think I loved it, so I did as I was told and ate his ass, sticking my tongue in as deep as I could. He was loving it, and I finally slowed down after five minutes of sucking and licking his ass.

"You love eating ass don't you buddy? I can tell by your attitude that you were made to eat ass."

I only tried harder to satisfy this man, to get him off as quickly as possible.

"Damn that was hot. I can't believe you did that. You did tell me anything oral, and you are living up to that buddy. Now eat my cock, all of it.

I moved around to his cock, which had softened just enough to allow me to get it all into my mouth. I was learning how to get it into my throat without obligation. I was starting to get into this. I started to pay attention to my surroundings. I was on my knees, a black cock in my mouth and realized it didn't taste any different than a white cock. But it did taste very good. His black skin seemed a bit rougher than any other man I had been with. And his wiry hair was very different than what I had tasted before. His cock was hairy as were his balls, so I was getting some of his hair in my mouth... But I loved this moment.

His cock suddenly hardened just a bit more and he let loose a shot of hot cum. I was caught off guard and tried to pull off his cock, but he grabbed me by the back of my head and powerd my face down on his cock as his second and third blasts filled my mouth. I had to swallow to make room for the additional blasts. This guy really came. It was hot, and salty, and bitter. If someone had fed me his cum, I would have spit it out and said it was disgusting. But with his cock buried in my mouth I was swallowing it all and waiting for more and more, and he kept it coming.

When he finally stopped my face was covered in cum. I thought I had swallowed every drop but I had missed a lot. He made me wipe my face with my hand and lick my hand clean.

Finally, it was over. I started to get up.

"Hey buddy, where's the john?"

I showed him where the bathroom was and he told me to follow him. What now?

"I've got to take a leak buddy, and you did promise anything oral.

My stomach turned. No way. Not this. I had already crossed too many boundaries tonight, I thought to myself.

"Just get on your knees and aim my cock into the bowl. Don't worry, you didn't think I was going to make you take my pee did you buddy?"

Whew. I did as he said and about 40 seconds later he finished. It was strange, holding another man's cock while he took a leak.

"Okay buddy. One more thing. Lick my cock clean, and do it NOW!"

I hesitated.

Do IT! You did say ANYTHING oral. Now lick it clean.

Once again my brain did what it was told to do. I moved my face next to his cock and kissed the head, then took it into my mouth. There was one, maybe two large drops that I licked off and swallowed. Very salty, very strange, but not so bad in that small amount. Another bridge crossed.

"Good buddy. Now suck it a little more, I'd love to give you a final reward," he said.

I couldn't believe it. Was he already recharged? I wrapped my lips around his wonderful black cock. At that same moment he let loose a torrent of hot piss. Not much, but enough to fill my mouth. I was about to spit it out when he grabbed the back of my head and plugged my nose. I had no choice. I swallowed the entire mouthful of his piss.

"Ha. You did it buddy. Just like you promised on line. You were great. I can't believe I could get you to eat my ass and swallow my cum and piss. You're one hot slut buddy.

I moved away from him, realizing how stupid I had been for inviting him to my office, but hoping he would leave and never come back.

"You're so hot that I am going to want this again and again. Once a week is good for me," he said. "Does that work for you?"

"Um, no. I'm not really gay. I just got turned on by meeting you on line," I responded, "but I don't' ever want to do this ever, ever again."

"Sure you do buddy. You'll do it for two reamisters. First, I now were you work and I can walk in here any time and ruin your job if I tell your coworkers you suck black cock and eat cum and piss. Second, I know your girl friend, Jennifer. You don't want her to find out about this. Do you?"

It was like I was hit by a ten ton truck. My insides went numb, the hair on the back of my head stood up on it's ends. What was I going to do?

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Caught with a Wedgie


I never knew that my straight-laced life could take such a turn. Until that day I thought my hidden life of masturbation would remain undiscovered forever.

You see, I have an unusual way of masturbating. When my wife and kids are out of the house, I often head to the bedroom and strip to my underwear. I prop up a couple of pillows in the middle of the bed, and then, carefully, pull my underwear up into the crack of my ass like a thong. I usually wear black or grey briefs, and as I lift the waistband high on my hips, I mount the pillows so that my ass is arched into the air. Positioned like this I begin to hump my hand. It sounds so twisted writing it, but it is actually quite enjoyable.

I have a big, football player type of body. I am over 6 feet 2 inches tall and 250 pounds, with powerful shoulders, a bit of a beer belly, but a nicely rounded and slightly chubby butt. With my light complexion, I've often thought my butt looks like a woman's behind when I've seen myself in the mirror. When I pull my underwear up my crack it feels so sexy, and I love the sensation of the material rubbing against the ridges of my anus as I hump my hand. I can't explain why I masturbate this way, and I never really considered the implications of it.

Well, this week started like a normal week. I am a teacher, and I have a relaxed schedule during the summer. My wife and kids were out for the day, and I decided to strip down again. I soon had my 6 inch cock gliding up and down my palm, and my balls were tight and full of cum as my ass arched high on the pillows. The idea that I was perched like a slut in heat never seemed to enter my brain.

Suddenly, and with a lurch of fright, I heard a light tapping on the bedroom window! With cat-like quickness I rolled under the covers and pretended to be napping. My heart was pounding and my mind racing. Could anyone see in? Was my family home? I am always extra careful to pull the blinds shut. Perhaps the noise was a tree branch. But then, again, I heard the tapping on the glass- urgently, yet not angrily. A muffled male voice whispered, "I know you are there" and a gentle tap followed for the third time.

After waiting what seemed like minutes I pulled the underwear out of my ass, wrapped the blanket around my waist, and peered partially through blinds, still pretending to be napping. I rubbed my eyes and muttered, "What is it?"

I was shocked to see my neighbor, Alejandro, grinning at me from the window facing his side yard. Still holding to the charade, I feigned anger, "Dude, I'm totally napping, what do you want?"

Alejandro was not the type to tap on my window. He and his wife Latisha were a polite couple who kept to themselves. We shared a side yard that was covered with vines and trees, and we got along fine. Latisha was around 5 feet tall, with a pleasingly chubby body that had curves in the right places. Her Latina booty filled out her jeans in a sexy-housewife way. Alejandro was a former marine and current soccer coach. He was shorter than me at 5' 5" or so, but fit. I could only wonder what he wanted.

He kept grinning, and he spoke in a powerd whisper, "Let me watch." I was stunned. I stared blankly back at him. I stalled for time to think, muttering "What?" and holding to the napping charade, which was quickly eroding. "Let me watch" he whispered again, this time pointing towards my door. My mind was a blur, searching his face, pretending to be drowsy, but then something clicked. Something deep inside me took over my brain, and I mouthed a relaxy "Go to the door," while returning his same gesture of pointing to my door.

I couldn't believe it. I was in a zombie state as I walked through my house to the front door, opened it a crack, and quickly walked back to my room, not wanting to wait for him to come in. Perhaps I was ashamed, or perhaps I was still wrestling with what I was doing. Yeah, what was I doing? How did Alejandro know? I kept mulling this over but automatically returned to my darkened room and mounted the pillows, my underwear once again wedged up into my ass.

I heard the front door close, and then his footsteps came across the hardwood floor to my room. I could only imagine the view I was providing him, and my cock immediately strained against my hand. My erection was so strong it almost hurt. I couldn't muster the courage to look back to see if he was there, but I could sense his presence.

I started humping, arching my back and showing him my ass. It was so sexy. I just started to wonder what would happen next and then I felt pressure on the bed. My heart was racing. Part of his body was resting on the bed.

We were both silent. As far as I knew, we were both straight guys with nice-looking wives. And yet here I was, letting him watch me masturbate with my ass in the air and my undies wedged in my crack.

"Dude," he said as his hands gently ran across my ass. I twitched with his touch, and he became more deliberate, this time reaching for my wedgie thong and pulling it farther into my ass. "So hot," he muttered. His words were few as we grappled with the boundaries we were crossing.

He pulled the wedgie deeper in my ass and I moaned! What was wrong with me? He started to massage my ass, and then I felt him stand up beside the bed and move near the head board. I turned my head to the side, and there he was, shorts at his ankles, and his erect cock pointing right at my face.

I couldn't speak. I couldn't make eye contact. I just stared at his straining cock. He was uncut, but his purple head had pushed through to reveal its glistening mushroom shape. His cock was shorter but thicker than mine, about 5 inches long. His veiny shaft was a light mocha. I studied his balls, noting the deep color of his black pubic hair, which seemed neatly arranged around his crotch. I just stared.

Perhaps subconsciously I had wanted this all along. Without thinking, I scooted lower on the bed, silently signaling him. He kicked a leg over my body, his back against the headboard, and his legs in a v-shape as he sat with his cock right in front of my face. His cock was so close I could smell his skin and fragrance of his balls.

Alejandro gripped his cock and pointed it at me, moving it to my face, and then rubbing it on my cheek. I turned my face to take the tip into my mouth.

He was a bit salty, and the tip was spongy like a big eraser. I had a man's cock in my mouth, my ass was propped up on pillows, and my underwear remained wedged into my ass. Alejandro's bare legs straddled my body, his sneakers and socks still on.

But then, I panicked. I was married. I seemed to snap out of my trance. I pulled up, letting his cock out of my mouth. "I can't" I started to say, but quickly, and firmly, Alejandro grabbed the back of my head, growling, "Oh yes you can, bitch. I've been in the Marines, and I know what you can do. Now suck it, slut."

He pulled the back of my head with one hand while leaning forward and reaching for my wedgie with the other. He pulled my underwear deep into my ass, powering me closer to his cock. My forehead was pressed against his belly. I gasped, but he just pulled harder, powering my head deeper into his lap.

My resistance faded, and I let his cock enter my mouth. He fed me all of the length while pulling my underwear and powering my head down until I was afraid of gagging. "Relax, dude, relaaaax" he whispered. "You can do this, and you can take a much bigger cock than mine. You know you've wanted to do this, just take it, and relax."

He moved his right hand from the back of my head to my throat, opening my mouth to take his cock. I relaxed as I realized I was in no danger of obligation. Still, my spit dripped down onto his balls and the bed, and I could smell his crotch, the heat rising in my face.

Alejandro began to thrust. I responded and started to slurp his shaft as it slipped along my mouth. He worked my wedgie like a handle and hissed out his encouragement, "Yeah, slut, take that cock. Oh yeah bitch, that is so hot. Look at your round ass, so creamy, so hot. Take it, yeah, be my bitch. I've seen you humping like a bitch in heat. You know you need it, yeah, that's it slut."

My pre-cum greased my palm and I continued to rock against the pillow. I was still in a daze over my new position. For some reamister I couldn't explain I wanted to please this man. I wanted him to enjoy me. I loved the pain of my wedgie, so tight against my sphincter, so sexy to be slurping his cock dressed like a slut. I worked my lips a bit but really had no idea what to do. I simply tried to make my mouth tight like a pussy for him while my tongue swabbed all around his tip.

I could taste his salty pre-cum, and I was afraid. I didn't know how to swallow, but I knew that my neighbor would soon shoot his seed in my throat, and by the feel of his grip, I could tell he expected me to swallow every drop.

His thrusts became almost scary--his deep penetration hitting the back of my mouth. My jaw ached, my slobber continued to drip onto his balls, which started slapping against my chin. "Oh yeah, slut, take it, take my cock, that's it," he began speaking in staccato, and I knew he was close. I was excited. I needed to make Alejandro cum. I wanted him to like me. What was wrong with me? I'm not gay!

And just like that, he erupted into my mouth. His warm seed filled my mouth and I did my best to swallow him. The tangy flavor of his cum clung to my throat. He held me tight as he slowed down, his hands still firmly gripping me.

We stayed motionless for a few minutes, our panting and heaving chests making the only noise in the room. I still had a raging boner. I was petrified to move. I wanted to cum so badly, but now that he had finished I was coming to my senses. My marriage could be over if we were discovered. What would my neighbor do now?

In a few moments, Alejandro released me. He silently got up, and as I laid motionless, he dressed and left the room. He didn't say a word. I heard the front door shut behind him, and I was left alone on the bed.

For some reamister I still can't explain, I went to my wife's dresser and dug into the back, finding a lacy set of her stretchy panties. I pulled them over my ass and then lifted them into a wedgie. I mounted the pillow, now with her rough lace against my anus. I replayed the image of Alejandro's cock, and after a few motions on the pillow I tensed up and shot three spurts of thick cum--a huge orgasm that left me totally exhausted.

Three weeks have since passed, and even though I see Alejandro as he gets in his car in the morning, we haven't spoken, nor have we even glanced at each other. I still wonder what happened to me, and I wonder why I keep looking at my wife's high heels in the closet.

Soon he aimed his rigid tool at my ruby lips, and I opened to taste him. "Eyes on me, woman," he ordered. I strained to look up from my bent over position, but I knew I would do it. He brushed the blonde curls from my face, and I looked at him as he pushed his delciously shiny tip into my mouth. I actually moaned a bit as the tip slipped into my mouth. It felt so good, so spongy. He smelled slightly sweaty, slightly soapy. He didn't stop, and he must have seen the lust in my eyes because he reached down and held my head as he powerd his cock inside my mouth until it bumped on the back of my throat. I retched once, saliva streaming down my lips onto his cock and dripping down to the pillows. "Hold it, relax and hold it slut." His orders were more like a purr, and he kept encouraging me. "That's it, take your husband's cock." His hand was strong but gentle. Tears streamed down my face, but I kept his cock in my throat.

"Hold her still, Rick." It was Tom, and he hadn't stopped working my ass while Rick had fed me his meat. Tom's fingers circled my sphincter, pressing in and pulling me apart. I felt his spit slide down my crack. "Hold her and we'll spear this slut from both ends. I want to get a piece of this soft ass."

"Mmmphhf" I muffled out a protest and tried to look back over my shoulder, but Rick held my head tightly, continuing to train my throat to receive his prick.

Then I felt a pressure against my slippery butthole, and I knew it would happen. I was terrified of being ripped apart. Tom's rubbery head pressed relentlessy against my ass, stretching me. Stabs of pain coursed through my loins, causing me to jerk in pain, but Tom kept pushing into me.

My forehead was beaded with sweat. I thought I would faint, gurgling on Rick's schlong, but in the midst of the invasion I actually arched back a tiny bit to help Tom spear my fleshy buns. Soon I felt his hairy legs against the back of my thighs, and his cock nestled deep in my bowels. Fortunately, his cock didn't feel as fat as Rick's, and I found my sphincter relaxing a bit.

"This bitch loves it!" Tom exclaimed. He pulled his cock slowly out till just the head was pressed against my ass ring, bringing a low moan to my muffled lips. "Unnnhhhh" I grunted, as he thrust in and started to slowly pump my butt while Rick, seeing my total surrender, started sliding his penis out and back into my face. "That's it, that's it. Take it. Be our wife." In a fog I started to work my lips to receive Rick, to slurp, suck then hungrily mouth his lovely penis. I loved it. I was their bitch, bent on my knees with a blonde wig and dressed in pink. "Oh, this slut loves it!" The guys soon found a rhythm, spearing me from both ends.

"Yeah she does--I told you she would," Alejandro chuckled triumphantly, "now hold her so I can get a good picture of our new wife in her pink panties and heels." Out of the corner of my eye I saw camera flashes. My presentation was complete. Numbly I turned my eyes to Alejandro, but instead I was shocked to see a hot little woman in red heels and panties--with a familiar cock sticking out!

"Great work, Ellie, you've found us another wife!"

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Cell # 13


When I arrived at primister I was terrified. The smell of concrete and steel permeated and hung heavy in the stifling air. The long four hour bus ride shackled in chains didn't do much to alleviate my anxiety. I was assigned cell #13 after a lengthy intake process. We were given two uniforms of state green plus two pairs of white boxers and a pair of cheap work boots along with two pairs of white socks.

I took the fact my cell was number 13 as a foreboding sign from the gods. My sentence was an indeterminate one to three years. My crime was possession of a controlled substance. If I stayed out of trouble while incarcerated I could expect to be free in about thirteen months I was assured by my half-witted defense attorney. I'm your average white male about five feet ten and an unprepossessing one hundred and sixty five pounds. I'm average in all regards.

Of course I had heard all the horror stories about primister. I prayed I could find a way to avoid becoming 'Bubba's' bitch. My wife, the beautiful and very sexy Jane and my fourteen year old mister were waiting dutifully at home for me. Both had promised to write and visit often. They kept their promise.

The inmate population was preponderantly Black and Spanish. Whites comprised at most five percent of the population. The guards or corrections officers as they liked to be called were all Caucasians.

I had historically gotten along very well with both Black and Spanish men and women. I had owned a nightclub in New York City ("The Black Cat") before my incarceration. The club catered primarily to Black and Spanish men and women. So my familiarity with their sociological predilections was well founded in real life settings. The tone and texture of their quotidian languages and mores were not as alien to me as they were to my white colleagues in stir.

The edifice known as Lions Mountain Correctional facility was an imposing brick and mortar building of the late nineteenth century variety. It was nestled high up in the mountains of New York State near the Canadian border. There were sections of it that still bore the stamp of its 1890 origins. Most of it however was somewhat more modern, circa 1950's or thereabouts.

In each cell there was a bunk bed a commode a small table and a tiny locker.

I occupied my cell, #13, all by myself for about a week or so. The guards told me my cellmate, Lance, was being disciplined and was in the 'box'. The 'box' I learned was primister idiom for solitary confinement. Lance would be out of the box in a day or two depending upon his deportment the guards said. Having the 9' x 6' cell all to myself was spoiling me. We arose at six in the morning for breakfast in the mess hall.

We were marched to the mess hall for lunch at twelve noon. Dinner was at six in the evening. The 'final count' and lights out was at eleven each night. There were counts of the inmates at various times during the day. For obvious reamisters the guards cared more about the inmate counts than anything else in the facility. The food was esculent. It was enough to keep body and soul together.

For the most part the guards were essentially indifferent to the inmates. I quickly saw that as long as they weren't annoyed and the counts went smoothly they left us to our own devices. We inmates had our own little world. It was subject to all the vagaries and petty prejudices that any small community of men might be, only more so. For this was primister, not a boy's camp.

Only thoughts of my wife and mister kept me from having a nervous breakdown. We were allowed out of our cells each day besides meals for our work assignments. Each inmate had to have a job or some school to go to each and every day except Sundays. Muslims were given Saturdays off and worked or went to school on Sundays. A large recreation room with a television and tables and chairs was on each cellblock. There were rows of fifty cells to a tier in each building. There were fifteen such buildings. Tiers were five stories high.

The fifth tier in all the buildings were in desuetude and without lights and uninhabitable.

Fifth tier cells were all open and empty. Nobody was permitted on the fifth tiers, including the guards. The railings on the fifth tier were all loose and the steps were dangerous. There were three thousand primisterers housed in Lion Mountain. I was but one. This is my story.

I heard the keys of the guard long before I saw his face. Mike, the nicest and friendliest of the guards approached and opened the door to cell #13. My first reaction to Lance as he amred into the cell was one of inferiority. Lance stood about 6'2" tall and weighed in at 230 pounds of chiseled granite muscle. His well defined muscularity strained at his green shirt and pants. Lance's face was blank, expressionless, and cold, icy cold.

He had the kind of face that made one wish for a glimmer of emotion on it.

I quickly scampered up to the top bunk. Lance gave me an unexpected wide toothsome smile. Other white inmates had told me the bottom bunk was Lance's.

"Got a smoke?" Lance asked pleasantly enough.

I had received a package from my wife, Jane, only yesterday. I had plenty of smokes. I thanked God I did. I had no desire to get off on the wrong foot with Lance by disappointing him with a negative answer to his first question. I very quickly handed him a cigarette and lit it for him. Lance spoke in a relaxed manner about his trials and tribulations in the 'box' without me asking.

However, he refused to tell me what he had done to get himself thrown into solitary. I didn't press the issue with him.

We spoke of our lives and our respective crimes for nearly two hours. The yell of "MEAL TIME WALKING" was given by the captain of the guard, big Sal. Lance and I as well as the whole cellblock grew silent. We marched to the mess hall in stony silence. I followed Lance as we grabbed trays, utensils, and then our meal. I sat at a table of twenty inmates.

The chatter in the mess hall was stridently staccato and seemingly friendly in tone. Old friends and new, making small talk of primister, and street life. I remained silent. My one friend, Tim, and I exchanged glances and small nods of hello. Upon our return to the cell Lance produced his 'short eyes'. 'Short eyes' is primister vernacular for glossy pornographic magazines. These magazines depicted women in scantily clad outfits and nudes. Very few of the books had graphic sex scenes.

He offered me one or two to peruse. I took them. I didn't wish to appear uninterested in a subject which clearly interested Lance so much, sex. I reminded him I was married and had a wife and fourteen year old mister waiting for me at home. Lance grunted approvingly at this reminder. We showed each other our favorite 'bitches' in the short eyes books. Short eyes are a status symbol in primister. Lance had the most in the entire facility. I was duly impressed with his collection of dirty books.

I felt both fear and pleasure at having the top primisterer as a cellmate. To be frank and candid I had a gnawing fear since Lance first entered cell #13. Fear of his astounding physical presence and his daunting and unquestionable superiority over me. My pleasure was derived at watching his catlike and graceful movements. He moved with the grace and assuredness of a jungle beast. His muscles rippled under his clothing like snakes in a bag, a well fitting bag to be sure.

He noticed the picture of my wife and mister I had put on the locker.

He said only, "Good looking lady."

I said, "Thanks."

He told me again how lucky I was to have family that visited me regularly. He said, "You're blessed man, blessed"

This was a phrase I was too hear often in the ensuing months. Very quickly it became 'de rigeur' for Lance to hold out his hand anytime he desired a cigarette. I only responded by placing a cigarette in his huge hand. Lance was going to be inside he said for about a year or so. He had ***d parole. He was now doing time for parole ***.

His original sentence or 'bid', as the inmates referred to sentences as, was twenty years. Lance had done fifteen years of an original twenty year 'bid'. Lance had *******ed a white man. He was now nearly thirty nine years old and had spent half of his life in primister. despite this horrifying situation he appeared to be a calm and satisfied man. Underneath this quiescent façade breathed a fire and a fury.

Lance returned from his assigned work in the primister kitchen. He removed his kitchen habiliments as I reclined on the upper bunk. There was one shower for every five cells. Permission from the guard on duty was needed to use the shower.

I didn't want to appear self consciously prudish as Lance prepared for his ablutions by averting my eyes. He held my gaze. He disrobed and chatted with me steadily as he did so. He sauntered to the showers. He held a bar of my wife's Camay soap she had sent to me. He let his towel drop to the stone floor. Lance was an astounding physical specimen. My heart skipped a beat.

The cells were left open during most of the day. They were only locked completely down on last count at eleven P.M. The guards patrolled the cell block corridors of each tier in use. They walked back and forth, back and forth. The 5th tier was conspicuous by its silence and disuse. Inmates freely socialized by visiting each other's cells under the watchful eyes of the omnipresent guards.

**

During my first few nights at Lions Mountain I had heard bizarre noises during most nights. They were definitely the sounds of humans and not of rats as some suggested to me. They were emanating from the 5th tier, I was certain of this. Could the joint be haunted? Things were scary enough without ghosts.

I was soon assigned to work in the primister kitchen. Lance and I were now coworkers as well as cellmates. I hadn't had this kind of propinquity with my wife, I smiled to myself. Lance only snickered mischievously when I asked him about the noise on the 5th tier. After our first day working together we repaired to our cell.

Lance said, "You take a shower first Ron, I'll take one after you."

"No problem," I mumred in reply.

It was impossible not to be naked in front of your cellmate at some point. Lance's stare bore into me as I hurriedly removed my kitchen uniform. I was bizarrely pleased Lance found me worthy of a second glance. After my shower Lance allowed another inmate to take his turn in the shower.

Lance had that kind of influence with the guards. He remained in the cell with me as I finished drying myself with a new fluffy towel Jane had sent to me. I must admit I was beginning to enjoy Lance's attentive glances. At this point I was beyond ordinary horniness. I had not had sex with my wife or anyone else in months. I was 'backed up' to say the least.

Don't be shy Ron," Lance said evenly.

"I'm not I'm not," I replied too nervously to sound convincing.

"Ok ok," Lance smiled.

My slender and diminutive dick sprung to life. I stood balancing myself on the back wall of the cell. My towel fell off as I sought to remain upright. I quickly bent to retrieve it. Lance's large black hand got there first. Yup I was standing completely naked with a hard- on before the grinning Lance. My feeble white physique was on full display for Lance's delectation. Lance winked and licked his lips like a man viewing a freshly cooked pork chop.

I was comfortable with Lance. I didn't fear him like I thought I would. My fears were now diluted with sexual overtones. Lance had not shown any evidence of being queer. He had not been the least bit threatening or violent towards me. Quite to the contrary Lance was solicitous and protective of me.

He elicited the feminine side of my bisexuality. I hadn't confided my bisexuality to Lance. I doubted he cared all that much. I had been sexually attracted to Lance the very instant I first saw him. I didn't think I would be well advised to confess this fact to him.

Lance pitched an unbelievably huge tent in his shorts. He looked like he might be trying to hide a small baseball bat.

"Not here, not now," Lance muttered softly.

I looked at him blankly in response.

"Later on the 5th tier," he added mysteriously.

I remained silent.

Lance allowed me to dress unworryed.

A flash of disappointment washed over me quite unexpectedly. I had an inchoate sexual desire for this black Adonis. I melted when he uttered my name. He said "Ron" in an almost romantic manner. At least this is how I heard it. Lance actually asked for a cigarette. We were both sitting on his bunk. Lance began a most remarkable story. Lance told me all the cellblocks were segregated into whites and what he called their "nigger bosses".

I listened in rapt attention to every word of his tale. He told me all the whiteboys did the bidding of their 'nigger bosses' no questions asked. This is how it is. The 'nigger bosses' used the 5th tier as a rendezvous spot for their sexual assignations with their whiteboy 'concubines' sorta speak. With the connivance of the guards the 5th tier was nothing less than a seraglio for satisfying the lustful sexual cravings of the 'niggers'.

The whiteboys satisfied all manner of sexual cravings of their 'nigger masters' on the 5th tier. My mouth was agape at these astounding revelations. This of course was the reamister I had heard bizarre noises all those nights. Lance told me my whiteboy friend, Tim, could confirm his fantastic story. He was a regular whiteboy 'date' of one certain nigger on the 5th tier, Saleem.

I had noticed Tim was more than a shade less than masculine. However he was married with two kids. And I was married with one mister, and I was excited. Who would know? Behind closed doors and all that stuff. I made a mental note to check with Tim ASAP.

Lance told me a lot of 'niggers' were allowed out of their cells at night. The guards chose which ones and why. Lance was never overlooked. The niggers would in turn choose certain whiteboys to be their 'dates' for that night. Almost all of the guards were voyeurs it turned out. The guards who weren't, minded their own business. What 'goings on'! on the 5th tier I thought. Lance told me which whiteboys were part of this continuing queer orgy on the 5th tier. Many were.

The penalties for refusing an order of the 'niggers' by any whiteboy were beatings and the silent treatment. Neither penalty appealed to me as much as Lance did. He asked me what I thought. I told him I was very much in favor of the whole setup. He laughed contentedly.

"It keeps peace in the joint and makes everybody happy" Lance announced.

When in Rome, I thought.

Lance told me it would be a while before he could arrange for me to be a 'date' for some 'nigger' on the 5th tier. It seemed all the 'niggers' were pleased with the whiteboys they already had. Lance noted that when whiteboys left Lions Mountain replacements were called for. He laughed as he told me he would put in a good word for me with the powers that be.

There was no use in pretending I was some type of macho tough guy with Lance. I wasn't, and he is twice the man I am in all regards. I surrendered my ego to Lance's will.

I wistfully thought of my wife and mister waiting for me at home. No time for sentimentality, the niggers needed me, my white skin, and sexual talents right here. I blushed. Here without the influence of any females my girly side dared to become ascendant.

Lance filled me in on the real hierarchy of the facility. The whiteboys were totally subservient to the 'nigger bosses' This was something I had noticed, but not the sexual component. I had missed that. He further told me that the whiteboys who received packages from home were expected to liberally share them with their 'nigger bosses'. This I had seen. I had seen Tim give Saleem, a large black inmate, many items of food and cigarettes. Tim gave them up with no signs of distress or hesitation either. It was all starting to make sense to me now.

Lance also told me that whiteboys with people on the outside were expected to make requests that these permisters 'contribute' to the 'nigger fund'. Our people on the outside then received the names and numbers of certain niggers. These niggers were sent their own permisteral packages over and above what we shared with them. The niggers didn't share with the whiteboys. My weenie dripped precum at this fabulous story.

*

I spoke to Tim at the library the first chance I got. Tim was twenty-five and about 5' 9" and one hundred and forty five pounds. He was undeniably good looking. Flirting with being pretty. Blonde hair, Tourmaline blue eyes, perfect alabaster white skin. His chest was sparsely sprinkled with light hair. His mouth and lips were pouty enough to be wrapped around a cock I lewdly thought. His girlish good looks were topped off with a very respectable tight and toned physique.

Tim was a swimmer in high school. He was possessed of a small and submissive demeanor. He told me he had never entertained homosexual fantasies. I had no idea if he was telling me the truth or not. He struck me as androgynous in appearance and attitude. Tim was a soft delicate and refined gentleman. He was a college graduate with an excellent job before he was incarcerated. Now he was just a college graduate.

He was at this facility for embezzlement. He allowed as he was at first horrified at being a fuck-toy for the niggers. He further confessed he was now deeply enthralled with being the nigger's whiteboy whore, his new role in life. His nigger boss, Saleem, was one of the more attractive and militantly rough niggers.

They looked like the perfect couple. He six feet even and two hundred pounds and he slight and oh so very white and fey. Tim doted on Saleem's every move and desire. He often washed Saleem's cell on his hands and knees. He washed Saleem's underwear by hand in his sink. Tim shared *everything* with Saleem. When Tim spoke of Saleem I saw love in his eyes. If not love actually, then lust, most assuredly. Obviously Tim was now a flaming faggot queen. Since I first met Tim his manner had gotten to be very gay. He swished and minced all over the cellblocks. Much to the nigger's delight.

"Oh Ron, these niggers are such men, real men!" He squealed in a womanly voice.

"I just can't help myself, it feels so right, and so good, being their whore" he gushed with a girlish glee.

"Ron, I'm in love with that big black buck of a man, Saleem," he mewled breathlessly.

I was astounded at Tim's confession of love for Saleem. He was doing so much more than 'going along to get along'. Tim was in serious romantic love with Saleem. At the very least, infatuation was Tim's affliction. Tim's wife, Rita, visited regularly and contributed to the nigger fund generously.

I wondered if she knew of Tim's new found 'love' of black cock: And his emotional involvement with Saleem. Tim was a 'high strung' man, and given to emotional flights of fancy I saw. But I was gratified to hear Tim talk as he did. It made my feelings for Lance so much easier to talk about. I felt less odd. I had a soul mate in Tim, it seemed.

"Tim, I melt like a schoolgirl when I see Lance" I confessed to Tim.

We both blushed and giggled like thirteen year old girls.

Tim confirmed Lance's lurid tale of the 5th tier. He told me he wished I would soon join him and the other whiteboy whores on the 5th tier. I told him quite honestly how much I looked forward to it. Tim's confessions got me hornier than I was before. I needed to speak to Lance and lobby for a spot on the 5th tier soon. I needed sex. I needed to be a nigger's whiteboy trash whore slave. My heart pounded and raced in my chest. My dick stiffened. It leaked precum.

Lance was sitting in the sink of our cell when I returned. He was wearing only his white boxer shorts. Lance was rolling a joint. I was still flushed with sexual ardor from the invigorating chat I had had with Tim.

"So did ya talk with your friend Timmy, Ron?" Lance asked casually.

"I sure did" I smiled back.

"So?" Lance inquired further.

"I want to be on the 5th tier Lance!" I effused excitedly.

A deep throated chuckle was Lance's only reply. Then he added, "Ok Ron let's see if I can help you out"

My face was barely large enough to hold my smile.

"Want some Ron?" Lance asked as he pointed the marijuana cigarette at me.

I put my hand out to accept the contraband. I inhaled deeply the acrid weed. My head was instantly light. Lance laughed. Lance sucked on the forbidden plant after I did. We both got high fast.

Lance's magnificent man meat flopped out of his tight boxer shorts. He saw and heard my glance and gasp of shock. My eyebrows were raised in pleasant surprise. I smiled. His cock was very, very impressive indeed. This was the first good look I had gotten at his snake. And a snake it was too. It had to be 7" long and God knows how thick. Though thick it was. It was still an unexcited snake. I schemed to change this state of affairs.

My schemes were about to bear fruit.

"You want this, right whiteboy?" Lance stated rhetorically.

I could only gulp.

"You bet I do big boy!"

He and I both smiled at my awkward boldness. It was the marijuana bringing out my innermost truths. Lance lifted his giant black body off of the sink. He gingerly sat himself down on the toilet bowl. I was at a loss for an adroit approach.

Lance helped me with a well timed, "C'mere whiteboy and suck me off."

I scramred to the cold stone floor with amazing alacrity. A bit too quickly for Lance's taste I saw. As he said.

"Slow down ho, take off your clothes first stupid," he sneered these words. I responded with

"The guard?"

"Don't worry about that, sweet thang," he said nonchalantly.

I cast a wary eye at the walking guard. The guard gave me the slightest of smirks and kept on walking past cell #13. I removed my shirt and pants very fast. Breaking off a button in the process. Lance was amused at my eagerness. I slowly removed my boxer shorts.

"C'mon let me see that purdy white body baby doll," Lance said seriously.

Lance was accustomed to man on man sex. It was relatively novel for me however, thus my shyness at actually doing it, as opposed to just fantasizing about it. I was once more naked in front of Lance sporting an erection no less. I felt little shame and self consciousness at my teeny paltry five inch boy-cock.

I was sure Lance had seen his share of puny whiteboy penises before mine. Anyway isn't this the way it should be.? A superior black god humiliating a whiteboy whore from the get go? The shattering comparimister was quite clear. His huge muscular frame against my slight white frame. His humongous black cock against my miniature white penis. Black trumps white.

He smiled broadly at the scant white meat I was packing.

"Hey that IS a tiny little one isn't it Ronnie!" he said quite pleased with himself.

He added quite unnecessarily "That's so small someone should have thrown it back."

Lance laughed at his own joke.

My shriveled up emaciated little nub of a penis stirred ever so slightly at Lance's cruel but oh so true words.

"Yeah I know it's small," I said sullenly.

My pulse quickened at this slight.

I was into verbal offense as well as physical pain and degradation in my life on the outside. I would get my fill and then some at Lions Mountain.

Lance reached out and shockingly touched my dick. I wasn't expecting this move from a macho man like Lance. With two large black fingers Lance squeezed my penis and pulled me down to my knees. My face was only inches away from Lance's black serpent. It looked like another life form, growing from his narrow hips, separate and apart from Lance. I quickly pulled Lances shorts off of his luscious loins and threw them aside.

"Yeah, show your nigger daddy what a good little white cocksucker you are Ronnie" Lance hissed.

"Give him a good blowjob. A real nice one, baby doll. Do it good and daddy will let you be on the 5th tier," Lance said tantalizingly.

Without using my hands I caused his huge soft cock to flop into my open wet mouth.

I was salivating copiously. I was salivating like the hungry bitch I was. I needed this alpha-male's genitals in my mouth to be complete. I wetted his mammoth cock up and down and across. His astounding love-stick was in fact HUGE. The veins very prominent and very dilated and distended. The 'myth' was perpetuated by Lance's tool of love.

The fetid stench of urine covered its mushroom head. I hungrily washed it off with my wet tongue. Lance wasn't circumcised. I wantonly licked his prepuce clean and dry. I gently chewed on his generous foreskin for a few minutes. I simply adored the sensation of Lance's great cock growing inside my soft white pussy-mouth. I moaned appreciatively. Every move my tongue made at it the goddamn thing took in more red and grew and grew and grew. It tumesced into a turgid, steel hard 11-inch! I estimated.

I was bound and determined to give this nigger the best blowjob I was capable of. I did so want him to want and like me. He helped by pushing his pelvis into me hard. I kept my hands on his hard black muscular upper thighs. With my fingertips barely making contact with his skin I teased him as I softly ran my fingers over his thighs. I moaned some more. I aimed to put on a top of the line show of vulgarity.

He pushed his moliminous meaty cock into my mouth relentlessly. The fucking thing snaked its way to my throat's opening. I gagged. My eyes watered and my nose ran. I saw it was physiologically impossible for me to take this whole black monster snake into my mouth. I worked long and hard on his long and hard love muscle. I relented and put my smallish left hand on the base of his outsized cock. In doing so I brought into contrast my very white skin against his ebony velvet skin.

My wedding band reflected the light of the single bulb that illuminated our cell. I thought of Jane, my lovely wife, at home, waiting with my mister, Brian, for my return. And here I was giving a loving blowjob to my cellmate without any threats behind it. I was sucking his behemoth cock because I wanted to. I needed to. I was being unfaithful to my wife with a big nigger buck, and loving it to boot. An evanescent cloud of guilt shrouded my mind for brief seconds. I took in the first 7" or so of Lance's amazing cock within my mouth.

I alternated jerking the remaining cock meat with my left and right hands. The black monster cock was big and heavy. My mouth and hands covered Lance's black meat in white skin. I twisted and turned my head in corkscrew fashion. Between my twisting and turning and bobbing head and my jerking hand action, Lance was powerd to moan out.

"That's what I'm talkin bout. Suck daddy's nigger stick PIG! Lap dem balls mister."

I loved it when Lance called me a pig.

My weenie was sluicing precum like a ladyfucker.

As my mouth and head turned right, I turned my hand in the opposite direction. Clockwise, Counterclockwise, clockwise. Then I reversed the movements of each. It's not called 'head' for nothing. I was using my whole head to give my black daddy a first class blowjob.

Lance's fertile testicles hung like two pieces of strange fruit from a black Sequoia tree.

They dangled all by themselves into the commode beneath him. I licked and lapped each one separately. Taking special care with each one. I lovingly sucked each ball as though it were my last meal. I was breathing heavily. So was Lance. I don't think he expected this much fervor from me.

I was surprising him with my intensity and expertise. I dragged my hungry whore's tongue all over his loins and ran it by his coarse pubic hair. Down the shaft of the huge black cock my tongue travelled. Licking the inside of his smooth black thighs. Lance snorted and threw his head back and took a deep drag of the joint. He put the joint in my face. I adamantly refused to interrupt the fabulous blowjob I was giving him to smoke pot. I knew pot was supposed to be the whiteboy's reward for such favors. I would get my reward when Lance came in my mouth. I was willing to wait.

I lived in an old white house perched snugly between old and majestic Oak trees on a gentle and sloping hill. I had been back in my upscale suburban New York City home for about six months. I was home after my two event filled years at Lions Mountain primister. The two years were still very fresh in my memory. Jane, my wife, had not pestered me with questions as to my permisteral experiences whilst I was behind the wall in upstate New York. I was grateful for her reticence. Both Jane and I were working assiduously at reacquainting ourselves with one another. I slowly resumed some if not all of my pre primister activities.

Jane busied herself with women's clubs, gardening, and shopping for haute couture fashions in the city.

Brian, my fourteen year old mister had gone off to live with a cousin. We thought his mom and I could have more quality time unfettered by the distractions an adolescent boy could offer.

I was falling in love all over again with my lovely wife of fifteen years. With re acquired objectivity I was growing to appreciate just how attractive Jane was.

At five six and one hundred and thirty pounds topped off with a 36B set of tits plus a beautifully coifed head of chemically enhanced 'blonde' hair and a pair of piercing green eyes she was undeniably stunning. Think Faye Dunaway as to her countenance.

Now in her mid thirties she was blossoming into a certified MILF.

Jane was both cultured and well educated.

She received an M.A. in art history from Vassar.

We were thoroughly enjoying our quality time. Jane was learning to cook due to my somewhat reduced financial circumstances. Her new expertise with pots and pans was startling. I especially enjoyed her cooking ensemble: High heels, panties, bra, covered with a large frilly cotton apron. I made a habit of sneaking up behind her when she was preparing a meal. I would nuzzle her perfumed neck whilst rubbing her ample panty covered buttocks with my aroused penis. She would giggle in sweet innocence at my lewd entreaties.

--

Little did I suspect a deep dark truth about Jane and I would soon be made chillingly clear to both of us.

--

This particular evening found Jane off to visit her lady in the city. I had planned on a night of relaxing and watching football on television.

--

I went to the window and parted the white lace curtains. I looked into a dark cold winter night. Thunder clapped and lightning streaked across a cold black sky. I felt snug and safe within the walls of my upscale suburban home.

--

The doorbell's shrill tone announced a visitor. I abruptly awoke from my brief reverie.

--

"Yo my nigger." Lance chortled.

Yes, it was Lance my former cellmate from Lions Mountain.

--

The past is always present I silently thought.

"What the fuck?" I responded hesitatingly.

--

After the shock of seeing my quondam nigger master from primister wore off we were chatting in my tastefully appointed livingroom.

--

I couldn't help but notice Lance had maintained his impressive 6' 2" 230 pound frame magnificently. He had evidently not missed a day lifting weights in the yard. Under his heavy winter coat he wore a tight black cotton shirt and a pair of baggy work jeans. His spectacularly muscled torso threatened to burst the seams of his fraying shirt.

"Well it looks like you and that foxy wife of yours are doing real fine." Lance commented as his gaze took in my comparatively lavish home.

"We're doing well Lance, hows by you." I sheepishly responded.

"I'm gonna need a place to stay for a while." Lance said matter of factly.

Lance pulled his head back and openly laughed at my look of confusion and fear.

"Don't worry Dukie baby." Lance said behind a broad toothy grin. "I'll be a well behaved bunky."

--

He was sitting splay legged on my light blue suede couch. He casually but deliberately brushed his crotch as he drank down the cognac I had poured for him. He loudly smacked his lips as he told me it had been quite a spell since he had a good take.

I attempted to explain to him how awkward it would be to have him live with me and my wife.

How would I explain him.?

Would Jane find out about my perverted exploits at Lions Mountain.?

--

I grew concerned.

--

I patiently told Lance of my reservations. He assured me he would be the very embodiment of discretion on 'sensitive' subjects. He allowed it wouldn't be in his best interest to let that perverted cat out of the bag.

"Besides Dukie baby we could have some good nigger fun when wifey ain't around." Lance laughed loudly.

--

I swallowed noticeably. Lance stopped laughing and smiled threateningly at me.

I got his unstated message.

Go along and he'd be discreet, don't and he'd find a way to muck up my smooth life with Jane.

--

I quickly thought through all my apparent options. Not one option didn't include a part where no matter what I did my life would get very complicated. We discussed at length our respective lives since primister.

Lance lugged in a large suitcase from my front porch. No formal stated assent from me was needed. Lance had come to stay.

Between us we had consumed one liter of cognac. My now uninhibited imagination danced around what Lance had termed "nigger fun."

My heart raced a bit and my penis hardened.

--

Shit! I thought. I hadn't left behind my penchant for strong black men and big hard black cock. My stay at Lions Mountain had effected a sea-change in my sexuality.

My lower lip quivered. Lance looked at me, winked and smiled evilly. He spread his legs wide and suggestively. His memorable cock was aroused and jutting straight up through his baggy pants. I was breathing heavily.

Lance pulled at his zipper.

Oh fuck I thought. Just when I had figured all that crazy white slaveboy nigger worshipping stuff was behind me. I was now being pulled back into a dark area of my life I presumed i'd never visit again. I closed my eyes as tears welled up in them.

====

"Where's your bathroom?"

Lance asked.

"Through there on the right."

I said pointing to the right. I was directing his attention to the master bedroom. Lance arose and headed for the master bath. I saw his absurdly large erection tent his otherwise loose fitting pants. Old feelings as well as new ones sparked through my holy water soaked imagination. Having this nigger Adonis in my house, the one I shared with my wife was giving rise to sick perverted fantasies.

--

"C'mere Dukie baby." I heard Lance yell.

I took a deep breath as I obeyed Lance's directive. The bathroom door was ajar. I saw Lance as he shook off a few drops of piss from his python penis. Just the sight of it brought 5th tier memories cascading through my mind. He saw me staring unabashedly at his cock. Lance laughed once again.

I opened my dry mouth to say something. Lance raised his huge right hand quickly. I spasmodically put up my left hand in a defensive gesture. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. I was conditioned to expect a smack when Lance made this move. He grabbed me by the left ear. With one harsh yank he had me bending and screeching.

"Owwww." I winced in pain.

"Where do you and Jane relax?"

Lance inquired brusquely.

I tentatively pointed towards my bedroom. With two large strides Lance was through my bedroom threshold. I was firmly attached to him by my ear. He flung me hard. I landed on my bed. I slowly rubbed my sore red ear.

"Did I hurt Dukie baby?" Lance asked without a note of sincerity.

Before I had a chance to answer he slapped me hard across the face. He had undone his belt. He was pulling his fly open. His pants fell to his ankles. His bright red bikini briefs did little to restrain his burgeoning cock. Lance had my full attention now. The slap had knocked the cognac from my thought processes. His beautiful black cock was at full mast. It was every bit as large as I remembered it. His ten inch meat missile stood erect and proudly past his navel. In reflex I licked my dry lips.

"You remember the black snake dontya Dukie?"

Lance growled as he grabbed at his cock and pulled the foreskin back.

A silly grin was my only response.

"Sure ya do." Lance said smugly.

I had dreamed of the black snake many nights as my wife slept quietly next to me.

As I looked intently into Lance's crotch my heart sank and my dick grew aroused.

"Take care of my pants whiteboy. Lance commanded

--

I scampered to the floor. I rapidly untied his shoes and removed his socks. I pulled his warm aromatic briefs away. He kicked his clothes under my bed. I stood up and pulled at the hem of his frayed shirt. His powerful manly chest was in my face. I inhaled his masculine essence. Lance's self assurance was so complete he didn't have to raise his voice to dominate all those around him. My gaze was one of frighteningly pitiless admiration and joy. Lance had a chiseled stateliness to his physique both males and females could appreciate. The wretched truth I felt was about to be revealed. Our moments together on the 5th tier were now recalled with proustean clarity. It was a shimmering transcendent ideal not easily ignored. Lance stood firm in my bedroom. He was completely naked. The only light illuminating his breathtaking body was the odd diffuse ambient moonlight now drifting in through the silk curtains that hung in my bedroom.

--

Lance was a caricature of a manly physique. I gasped loud enough for him to hear. My god he was one superb male specimen I mused to myself. This dark and dangerous natural was quite simply, irresistible. I was literally, visibly shaking all over.

--

Lance's powerful and obvious muscles flexed. His shoulders were exceedingly broad as his waist was narrow.

Like the tongue returns to where the tooth has been: I unbeckoned began to remove my clothing. I knew Lance liked his whiteboy bitches to be totally naked as they served him.

I was now ready to be his bitch and start serving him once again. I pulled my white briefs over a wet and angry five inch pecker. I knelt subserviently in front of Lance's monstrous ten inch black cock. I was overcome with the rush of needing to be denigrated by this powerful and domineering nigger boss.

As if on cue Lance spoke.

Not allowing any of its content down my gullet. I looked like a baby bird just fed by its mama.

I was showing Lance I had taken his full load.

Lance looked down at me and smiling said.

"Swallow it Dukie baby, swallow my nigger cum."

I gulped the cock custard down in one exhibitionistic swallow.

Lance laughed one of his magnificent laughs.

Some sticky residue dripped from the corners of my mouth.

Lance scooped it up with his big black index finger.

I opened my eyes to see the stuff dripping from his extended finger.

I hungrily licked and lapped it once again showing Lance how far I had fallen from being a prideful man.

I desperately needed to demonstrate to this black god I was a thoroughly cowed and obedient whiteboy.

I was spent.

--

Lance turned and walked towards the bathroom. I couldn't help but admire his tight ebony buns as he strutted authoritatively naked across my bedroom.

Lance was now pissing and smoking simultaneously. Quite clever actually.

I arose slowly. Lance threw me a wet washcloth.

==

"That was an outstanding and proper performance Dukie." Lance said sincerely.

"Thanks." is all I could muster.

--

We briefly discussed how we would both prepare for Jane's arrival. How we would tidy up and get rid of the tell tale evidence of our interlude of debauchery.

I sprayed the house with Fabreze and opened all the windows allowing frigid winter air in.

Tupac blared in the background. Lance had insisted we listen to his favorite rap mistergs on my stereo.

--

I smiled as I walked past the bedroom wall mirror. I saw how my tiny pecker had shrunk even further in response to the now cold air.

I couldn't help an A B comparimister with Lance's now detumescent cock. His was no less than five inches and extravagantly veined. Mine was less than two inches and still shrinking.

It was the incredibly shrinking winky.

Was this the reamister Lance was a black MAN and I was a white BOY.?

I joined Lance in the bathroom.

--

We both were pissing in the sink. Here under bright illumination our two male generative organs were in an obvious comparative tableau.

==

"Wonder why God was so good to us niggers and so friggin cheap to you whiteboys." Lance laughed.

"I don't know but he sure short changed this boy." I replied.

"I know of one whitegirl who was short changed too Dukie."

Lance chortled ominously.

--

Lance showered first.

As I alighted from my shower I saw Lance sitting and smoking on the toilet bowl. American Standard by the way.

I went to grab a dry towel. Lance pulled me towards him. I stumred and giggling fell into his lap.

"You sure be one sick muthafucka." Lance declared.

I could only blush and stutter in agreement.

"Just how freaky are you willin to get mister?" Lance inquired.

Lance gave my buttcheeks a playful smack as he waited my response.

My weenie grew rigid.

I arched an eyebrow as I said "I guess we'll see, we'll see."

--

Lance nibred my ear as he prepared his pipe for another hit.

I got on all fours. I placed a reverential kiss between all ten of Lance's toes.

--

I girlishly slapped at Lance's massive muscular chest. Lance smiled appreciatively at my display of effete presentation. My effeminate limp wristed mock slaps caused my penis to grow to its full five inch length. Lance wrapped his preposterously huge black forearms around my smooth white shoulders. He slipped a mammoth arm up and around my skinny neck.

--

I placed both of my hands on his one left forearm. I instantly knew if I had any idea of breaking free it would end in stinging failure. I was impotent at protecting myself physically from this magnificent brute of a man. He could snap my neck like one would a chicken's.

His forearm muscles rippled like snakes in a sack. I thrilled at the sight.

--

The boa constrictor was slowly asserting its control and mastery over my slight white naked body. Lance casually held me in a vice like grip. He busied himself with the rituals of the crack pipe with his free hand.

I was experiencing a contact high. Lance almost imperceptibly increased the pressure on my neck.

in my full length bathroom mirror I could see both of our naked bodies. Lance with one hand was imposing his will on his white victim. My pale frail white frame went utterly limp as I succumbed to nigger superiority. My penis remained up and erect.I looked much like prey in a great beasts death grip.

I closed my eyes and allowed my arms to slowly fall to my sides.

A heartfelt moan escaped my opened mouth.

"Okay okay." I cried in a muffled tone.

My dick grew to its absolute hardest.

I saw the plastic toilet brush out of the corner of my right eye.

Lance chuckled deeply.

--

I felt Lance's thick black rubbery flaccid cock brush against my smooth white ass cheeks.

"What are ya gonna do with that." I gently inquired.

"Guess." Lance replied.

I felt the smooth plastic handle enter my anus. I grimaced and let out a breath. Lance disengaged his arm from my neck.

I slowly leaned over and grabbed my ankles. Lance slowly worked the eighteen inch brush handle into my asshole.

I squirmed and wiggled submissively. Lance continued to laugh. I was being sodomized and wasn't objecting even in a perfunctory manner.

I quite deliberately pulled my asscheeks apart.

Surprisingly the pain was modest and bearable.

Back on the 5th Tier Lance had introduced me to being sodomized with inanimate objects. I knew he loved to see whiteboys looking ridiculous. I got a wicked thrill from submitting to Lance's delightfully nasty wishes.

"Now walk around for me baby." Lance laughed.

I sashayed out of the bathroom.

I saw my ludicrous reflection in the mirror. The brush sticking out of my posterior looked like an absurd tail on an even more absurd natural.

I knew what Lance wanted to see.

I shimmied and shook. I wiggled my ass. I paraded up and down and up again my hallway and bathroom floors. We both laughed at my predicament. I was pleased my lewd behavior made Lance laugh.

"Over here baby." Lance intoned seriously.

--

He was sprawled naked on my marital bed.

Motioning me downward he continued his deep inhalations. I sank to my knees. I jutted my ass up and out. I didn't want to sit for fear of lacerating my already pain ridden colon.

Lance looked at my new tail in the mirror and smiled.

Without fanfare or hesitation I began to slather the hard black cock before me.

"You missed daddy's big nigger meat didntya?" Lance asked.

"Mmm mmm." I managed through a full mouth.

Lance moved up further on my marriage bed.

He pulled his tumescent cock upwards. He exposed his smooth black asshole.

"Toss the salad." Lance explained

I closed my eyes and sighed.

I darted my tongue directly into the acrid crevice. I was salivating profusely. Lance pulled his knees up. He separated them.

--

"That's a good little whiteboy." Lance said encouragingly.

I made small kisses all along Lance's tight firm asscheeks.

I ended my small kisses with the flourish of placing my warm wet tongue firm and deep into his bunghole.

I shook my ass now and again. Lance muttered in amused satisfaction.

I stayed within this process for no less than an hour. The smoke prevented a full and meaningful erection for Lance.

I relieved my sexual tension manually. I spurted my small ejaculation on my hand. I knew Lance loved to see whiteboys lap up their own cum. I did.

I bent over deeply as Lance stood. I kissed both of his feet. I kissed all ten toes on and between. Lance kicked at my face. He slowly walked into my guestroom.

I spent some time in tidying up. I pulled the dirty bathroom brush from my very sore ass. My high was wearing off.

--

I went back to my bedroom. I watched the room brighten with dawn's light. I watched a breeze stir the lace curtains into a ghostly dance. I felt my stomach tighten. My breath came hard and shallow. I watched the curtains move slowly. I wept and fell into a fitful dream riven relax.

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