les histoires de chrislebo

When we got back to the house James brought me a glass of wine, and we enjoyed some time sitting out on the patio under the crescent moon looking out at the pool. He said he needed to take care of a few things and I should just sit there enjoying the wine, leaving the bottle on the table next to a cell phone.

When he looked at the cell phone he said, "You know what you want so you know what you need to do."

Indeed I did as I poured my self another glass of wine summoning my courage. I open the phone and called, it was the middle of the night here but Tyra was in the Mediterranean and it was the middle of the day with Jordan.

"Hello" answered the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Hi Tyra it is me rickie I hope I am not disturbing you."

"I am a little busy but I can make a little time for you if you are brief." Tyra said.

"Okay I will try to be, Tyra I like James, I really like him and I want him to fuck me, but I know that I have to get your permission. So I am asking for your permission to please let James fuck me," I said with my voice trailing off.

"This is so cute are you sure this is what you want? It is a big step to be fucked by a real dick, especially one as big as James."

"Yes it is what I want I have been going over this in my mind for some time and I realize I want him, I think I love him. I don't know how he really feels about me but I know how I feel about him. I admit I am a sissy just as you said I was."

"Then girl you have my permission follow your heart and offer him you ass, just don't get pregnant," she laughed.

"I won't we will use protection," I said.

"Have fun I got to run, the next time I see you will have to tell me every thing, and I mean everything.

"Thank you and I will," I said.

'Have a wonderful evening because James loves you he was just waiting for you to admit that you felt the same."

James came back and sat down and I told him I had got Tyra's permission and we sat there sipping on out wine with the last barrier to unbridle passion removed. When he finished his wine he got up, gently took my hand, and led me upstairs to his bedroom. He had placed large candles around the room before he left, and must have lit them before he brought me the wine. It was just so romantic, was it possible he had developed some type of feeling for me.

He sat me down on the edge of his bed and bent over and kissed me. My head spun from the wine the kiss and my body tremred from my unleashed desires. James slowly undressed me, kissing me very gently everywhere, he laid me down on the bed, and began to slowly undress me. Soon I was lying there, naked except for my corset stockings and heels. My nearly perfect feminized body, except for my little used 10 inch dick was rock hard. How ironic I used to be so proud to show off the out line of my dick in my publicity photos and now it was just a lump in my panties that I was careful to hide.

Even though I had fantasized about this moment I still didn't realize how I'd feel the first time we went beyond a blow job. If it was possible, I loved him more than I would have ever imagined. He slowly made love to me spending a long time kissing, licking, and nibbling on my nipples. Then slowly he worked his way down my body, stopping at my navel, before going between my legs. He spent a good long time there, bringing me near orgasm with his mouth.

He then lay down next to me and I moved closer to him. I began to play with my life like breasts and I played with his dick. I was moaning in pure pleasure when James worked his way down to my dick His hot mouth engulfed my dick and we slipped into the 69 position.

"Yeah," said James as he moved and straddled me, his favorite position. We stared at one another for a few minutes and then our lips locked again. James pushed me down on the bed and planted his giant frame down on the top of me as we continued to kiss.

James turned me on my stomach preparing me for the invasion of his thick 14 inch dick. As he fingering me nibbling on my ears.

"You ready to do this baby?" he whispered lovingly.

"Yes James I have been for the longest time I was just too stubborn to admit it so why are you stalling?" I replied.

"I been ready," James laughed pulling me up into the doggy style position and rubbed the head of his dick along my asshole. He reached over to the night table and dipped his finger into a jar of open lube he had placed there before looking down and lubing my asshole hole.

He then spread my cheeks to reveal his hole, and then he put his dick at love's door and slowly began to push in. Once satisfied I was well lubed he began to push in. I moaned softly as he worked his way inside. I buried my head in his pillow to drown out my cries as the pain of a real dick entering my asshole rocked my body. All the dildos and but plugs didn't compare to the real thing, it was wonderful to be on the dick of the man I loved.

We kissed as I adjusted to James presence in me and he moved slowly in and out of me going deeper with each stroke.

"Fuck me James," I said as I bit on my bottom lip and pain and ecstasy rotated through my body.

It took him a good ten minutes to get inside my tight ass and after he gave me a minute to adjust he went to work on my ass. He pounded me with deep long loving strokes that caused me to quickly begin to throw my body back into his.

"I got the magic wand baby," he said, "And I'm casting a spell on this ass to make you forget all about any one else," then he picked up the pace as his body violently slammed into me.

"It's working Oh James it's working," I screamed!

I grunted like a pig and James howled at the top of his lungs as he banged my ass.

"Fuck Me, Oh Fuck Me!" I screamed out several times.

"Yeah Ricky give me that good ass," he breathed into my ear.

"Take me James," I said in response as our bodies continued to smack together. I raised up put my hands on the wall like I was under arrest as he continued to fuck my big round ass. We eventually worked our way into the cuddling position and as James continued to deep stroke me and our tongues played back and forth in and out of one another's mouths.

When James paused to catch his breath I maneuvered my way on top of him so that I could ride his dick bouncing and turning on his 14 inch dick driving in every last inch. I was feeling some pain in my ass but it was out weighted by the pleasure and I didn't want him to cum. He reached around stroking my dick as I bounced up and down on him working towards our climaxes.

James took control of our love making and I willingly submitted as he shifted my position again picking me up like a feather and placing me on my stomach then lifting me to my knees then plowing his dick back into my asshole. Causing me to howl at the top of my lungs as James entered it from the back in the doggy style position. He continued to long dick me hard, fast and without tiring.

"Oh baby I am taking all of you," I panted out as pain and pleasure alternated inside me.

"I got you screaming like a bitch," he said.

"Yes your bitch James, your bitch," I said as I threw my ass back on James's dick.

"I see this ass is thirsty," said James as he picked up the pace causing me to scream louder.

"Yeah bitch hit those Mini Ripperton notes!"

"Fuck you!"

"No I'm fucking you!" said James as grabbed my dick and started to stroke it making me forget the fact that he was plunging a baseball bat sized dick up my ass. As my dick hardened I thought less about the pain in his ass.

As James neared climax he pulled his 14 inches most of the way out and then slammed it back inside me hard over and over again and then as his eyes rolled back up in his head he flooded my ass with his baby batter. I then followed suit with a loud howl and sent my juices flying on to his chin and his chest. James rested inside me until he caught his breath and then he pulled his semi hard dick out of me. "Damn I had all that up in me," I said.

"You are mine now and I am going to take care of you and protect you," said James as he pulled me to him for a kiss. He rotated his hips as he pushed into me deeper driving me crazy. James started to fuck faster and my ass was taking a beating and I felt and heard his hips slap against my ass. I was thrilled to feel his balls bounce on mine and I came on his chest without every touching my clit. I realized that of the times that I had been fucked this was the first time I was being made love to. James was not fucking me he was making love to me gently he leaned forward to nibble my neck. I felt my cum explode and smear itself on his muscular chest all over my silicone breasts.

This was so intense feeling his dick stroking deeply, as his cum drenched chest breasts my mouth on my neck. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him on his neck to match his thrusts into me. Even though I had cum I wanted him in me and was determined to see that he was satisfied before I stopped. James, my lover was fucking me deep and I loved it.

He was leaking so much precum that I thought he was trying to make me pregnant. I asked him if he cum and he said that he hadn't, and I smiled knowing I was going to be symbolically knocked up good!

He continued fucking me pulling me onto his dick. I felt his strong hands on my shoulders pulling me onto him so he could fuck me better and deeper than he ever has before. My clit got hard again as he fucked me. James was tenderly fucking me harder and harder and I started moaning louder asking him to cum in my ass and told him how much I loved it when he fucked me. I could see him smile as he continued to slide in me and I could tell he is getting close. I felt him breathe rapidly through his clenched teeth on the back of my neck.

He was plowing in deep and fast. I felt his dick get harder as he shoved in deeper. James was really making love to me grinding his dick as deep in me as he could get. I felt tons of pleasure from his loving fuck wanting it to be deeper and harder. I was getting aroused to a point I have never been to in my life wanting him to deposit his load of hot baby batter deep in my ass. Each stroke seemed to bury his dick deeper and I didn't want to miss a stroke.

James breathing was harder and I felt his dick throb and start shooting its load in my hole. He kept shooting and shooting in my ass asking me if could feel his love juice spurting in my asshole and told him how hot it felt. James tried pushing in even deeper and finished cuming. I lay on my back as he slid in and out slowly spreading his hot cum the full length of my ass. I clinched my ass tight as he pulled out so I didn't lose a drop. James rolled over on his back and I laid face down to catch my breath in the after glow of our wonderful love making.



CHAPTER 19 TYRA'S DREAM WEDDING:

I packed Tyra's suit case taking special care when I found her wedding night peignoir set that she was going to ware on her honeymoon. It was so sexy in white chiffon with rows and rows of lace and ribbons. She also had matching Malibu slippers with 4 inch heels which went with this really pretty set of lingerie. I picked it up and walked over to the mirror holding up her wedding trousseau to my body.

I got hard as I fantasized about being a bride asking my husband what he wanted me to do for him. "Do you want me to first suck your big dick honey you know I want to feel you inside me. I found myself saying and again I became so aroused as I stroked my sensitive breasts through the silky material of the peignoir set. I finished gently folding her lingerie and dress away and went about my brides' maid duties.

But the best feature of the wedding gown was the daring décolletage, which put Tyra's n firm perky D breasts on display, that would make all the women in attendance jealous of her and all the men envious of her husband, and me aware of my losses. The obvious loss was Tyra but also the loss of my manhood as it was over come by my desire to be a bride one day.

I was not too pleased when I learned that Tyra was dating again but I found away of coping with it working harder on my house work. After a few months dating Jordan my agent of all people I was stunned how close they were becoming. I had always known that he fancied her but I was able to swoop in before he could ask her out. He formally proposed marriage to Tyra, and she accepted.

That is why Vicki and Joyce stood here as Tyra's bridesmaids, in their gorgeous matching fitted gowns. Joyce was a treat to the eyes with her long legs, 48 FFF breasts and 14 inch waist drawing every ones attention. I was sure she was trying to decide which lucky waiter's dicks she would suck first tonight.

I struggled to hold back my tears when I saw my beautiful ex-girlfriend walking down the aisle to marry another man. Tyra was a radiant bride and, I was her ex boyfriend and now her maid of Honor in my exquisite gown performing my duties on her special day. I wiped the tear away from the corner of my eye with my lace hankie and I could see my brightly polished long 2 inch red acrylic nails.

My dress was cocktail length, made of the most fabulous red satin it was perfect, not too "Bridesmaid-ish", classy and elegant. I must admit I had such a wonderful time shopping as Tyra and I picked out the bridesmaid gown and my maid of honor gown. It was very stylish falling off the shoulder, with a low neck line that would showoff my breast and a three tiered skirt.

When I wore my 5.5 inch red patent leather open toe heels it would be perfection. My heels had to be high because they would hurt my feet if they were much lower I was practically ultra high heeled dependent. I knew I was fabulous because James had told me so when we exchanged kisses early this morning before I got out of our bed to prepare for the day.

I was accessorized with the diamonds earrings and the matching necklace I had given Tyra in an attempt to make up with her when this started. When I looked into the mirror I wanted to say you go girl, Unable to fight the temptation I said girl you are fierce and will knock them dead!

"You got that right," came an inner comment from 'Sissy rickie' who had left me in charge for most of the time since our thoughts weren't all that far apart any longer, we had become girlfriends. We had some very sentimental bonding moments to my surprise. Heaven help any bitch that got in between me and the bridal bouquet.

My hair was a lot longer by now and I arranged for Vicky my hairdresser to come in that morning before she got ready. By the time she had finished, my hair was teased into a very elaborate arrangement and decorated with flowers.

I got a little time to rest and sat down with the bridesmaids, and got into a conversation with Joyce, Dr. Collins husband. As we were chatting I told him that I had actually come to enjoy my feminine side but seeing Tyra getting married was hard.

He told me that when his wife remarried he died inside because despite all that she had done to him after he cheated; she was his one last hope of ever being a man again. She knew he was all man and that he was powerd to do this kicking and fighting all the way. But she dashed all those hopes when she told him that he was going to remain as her maid and permisteral assistant.

Plus she was adding to his duties he was to now service her husband when she wasn't available or just wasn't in the mood. As you can imagine with her new husband knowing what she did to John he was not going to step out and cheat on her so when she had made Joyce available to him to relieve any urges he took her up on it. It is not all that bad for John now he knew where he could turn to get fresh sperm when his body needed it without trolling the bars and streets.

He also told me about some of the things she had done to him during his transformation. Joyce was powerd to serve dinner in a scanty French Maid's uniform with a micro mini skirt, crotchless black panties and a red bow with two bells tied around his dick as it swung free under the hem of the short skirt. He had to wear his butt plug with it's leather harness so they all could see.

The guests consisted of three married sluts from the neighborhood that he had affairs with that she had tracked down. She threatened to tell their husbands if they didn't come over because she wanted to show them who they had given up their pussies to and take pictures. She also invited two gay men that he enjoyed teasing. They relished the idea of a little revenge throughout the meal, he had been forbidden from talking unless he was spoken to. He was taken into the den and each of them fucked him while she recorded the event.

I came back from my day dreaming to see Tyra in her wedding dress it was an extremely expensive a Du Sha'Fashions made specifically for her. It was a slim-fitting understated floor-length tube of ivory shot silk, an Empire styled, high-waisted creation in which her tender bosom became effortlessly elegant and properly majestic and pivotal. The best feature of the wedding gown was the daring décolletage, which put Tyra's new firm perky D breasts on display she had gotten implants. She was now a 36 D giving her a 36, 22, 34 shape that made all the women in attendance jealous of her and all the men envious of her husband, all it did for me is make me aware of my loss. The obvious loss was Tyra but also the losses of my manhood as it was over come by my desire to be a bride one day.

Tyra held on to James' powerful arm, he was so handsome in his tuxedo as he walked her to the alter over looking the ocean to give her away. She tilted her head back and on her head holding on the veil she wore a dainty garland of silk marguerites and in her hands she clutched a small red roses her favorites, fresh orchids and gypsophilia. Her preparations that day were pain staking and it seemed to take for ever. I had to run what seemed like a hundred errands as a good maid of honor was supposed to do.

Tyra was so beautiful her flawless ebony skin was glowing and her makeup was perfect. She had one of her professional makeup artist friends take care of her make up for the wedding. That morning Tyra smiled a lot and we chatted about everything as she got ready for the most important day in a woman's life. She was a gorgeous bride I couldn't help but hope that someday I'd have the chance to be in her place with my dream lover waiting at the altar to make me his wife.

In such a short time everything had changed in our relationship, this wedding marked the end of another period in my life. My girlfriend Tyra was about to be another man's wife and I was about to be her live in maid spending my time lusting for her ex-fiancée.

The wedding ceremony took less than forty minutes the guests entered the house and headed out to the beach walking on the custom platform over looking the ocean. They made dignified progress down the aisle in tempo with the stately rhythm of the Bridal March. The platform was decorated with roses and lilies, and the minister led the way.

I moved solemnly, my legs shaking, because Tyra's body was aglow, bearing a smile of dazzling delight. The room was flooded with the photographers snapping hundreds of pictures

Behind them trailing came the bridesmaids, Joyce and Vickie they all wore soft silk-georgette dresses, crushed strawberry pink all over, sleeveless, with elegant little ruffles drifting over the shoulders and low sweetheart necklines. Their ankle-length skirts lined with white petticoats swirled and floated like clouds, and long, white cotton gloves gave them the appearance of Regency princess's.

Jordan stood before the alter in front of the minister in his black tuxedo waiting for his beautiful bride. For the first time I took a good look at him and had to admit that he had a tall commanding presence which emanated an aura that was compelling. As I stand here now I have to admit myself that is one reamister I signed that initial ten year contract for him to be my agent. In the back of my mind I knew he was devastatingly handsome, broad-shoulders though not as powerful as James, a chiseled jaw, piercing brown eyes and he emitted an aroma that was rich, and intoxicatingly masculine. He was a man worthy of being Tyra's husband and I was a sissy who no longer was.

Things proceeded without a hitch.

"Dearly beloved," said the Minister. "We are gathered here today," I observed everyone dolefully as he went mechanically through the preamble of the ritual.

As the words entered my mind I felt like crying, the woman that I believed I loved I was getting married with me as her maid of honor.

The minister went on to say "Marriage was important, which is why it shouldn't be taken lightly, wantonly or inadvisably."

At the recognized moment he asked the assembly "Does anyone here know of any legal impediment to the marriage of the two people before me?"

My eyes scanned around, I wanted to out I do because she is my girlfriend not his. What a joy it would be if someone made an objection. They could stop the proceedings there and then and it wouldn't have been my fault.

But the crowd went silent more than a score of people sitting in the chairs.

The ceremony went on and I thought that the Minister talked too much.

"Do you Jordan take Tyra as your lawfully wedded wife, to live together according to God's law in the Holy estate of matrimony?"

Jordan smiled nodded politely and said, "Yes I do."

"Do you Tyra take Jordan as your lawfully wedded husband, to live together according to God's law in the Holy estate of matrimony?"

Tyra nodded politely and said, "Yes I do."

"You may kiss the bride," proclaimed the Minister under the most beautiful reddish orange sunset I could have wished for in my dream wedding.

It then occurred to me that Tyra and Jordan had my dream beach wedding right next to some large rocks jutting out of the ocean. It was a perfect peaceful and romantic atmosphere for their day with Tyra in her beautiful white gown looking ravishing and Jordan in his tuxedo looking fabulous. They recited their permisterally written vows right there on the beach while the sun melted into the blue waters behind them it was so beautiful I cried. The gentle sea breezes drifted through the air blowing her hair in her face. To top off the perfect day I got the wedding bouquet which made me so happy.

CHAPTER20 "THE PARTY'S OVER":

My stage career was over, thanks to James and Jordan word was that Ricky Cox had grown tired of performing and went into semi retirement by moving out of the country but no one seems to know where. Every few years' new music was released which his loyal fans happy and the money kept rolling in. I took out a beautiful corset that I had recently obtained from "Nu you Creations". These exquisite creations could always be counted on for her artistic abilities in her designs. This corset was predominantly red, made of strong brocade leather backed fabric with frilly lace on the edging and piping along with it being sewn on the stays. It had eight matching garters. This was the first one I had gotten that had a built in bra. Wasp pattern, allows a thin piping and it has a more feminine cut to help show off the attributes of the female figure.

The Wasp body shaper was a milestone because men typically don't have the space between their lower ribs and hips to accommodate its shape. James solved this problem by having two of my lower ribs removed and surprised me with a sensible pair of my own 42 DD implants giving me a 42, 18, 42 shape. The surgery gave me such a feminine shape letting anyone who saw me with it on knew that they were looking at someone special.

I just adore heavy brocade fabric because it is strong and gives off a beautiful shine and seems to shimmer when the light reflects off it. James bought me several new corsets with lots of delicate lace sewn onto it. Heavy brocade wears very well oh the look of it when I'm wrapped in it is nothing short of sensational. Let's just say when I wear it I am SEXY. James also bought me several more custom corsets with built in bras made to his most demanding specifications that made me look so hot!

When James and I got back to our room as usual I took my evening bubble bath enjoying the scented bubbles as I slipped a glass of champagne. James came in twice to fill my glass and give me a big kiss with my body under the bubbles. I finished my bath and got out to apply lotion to my body to keep myself smooth. While I did this James took himself a shower and dried himself off and slipped into the bed naked.

That night James and I celebrated Tyra's wedding with I spent a delicious, three orgasmic hours and at the end, his massive 14 inch dick slipping out so we could spoon and relax for a while. I awoke just as his dick slipped into my ass for the third time that evening. I was splayed on my back filled with James dick and moaning when he asked, "Will you marry me Rickie?"

I was startled at first and my emotions took over and I began to cry in delight. I clinched his dick with my ass muscles. I could not resist despite my efforts to stop, I found my arms around his. I returned the kiss passionately, and we held the kiss for over a minute. I twisted and I felt his tongue at my lips and felt them part to admit it. Our tongues met and caressed. All the while, I was terrified. I was French-kissing James! I was dressed only in lingerie and heels and was swapping spit with the man I had come to love. I think deep inside I always did and tried to fight the feeling. Then I kissed him back, spurting my sissy cream for yet another time that evening and screamed, "OHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSS!!!!! I'll marry you YESSSSSS!!!!"

He woke me up again that night and fucked my grateful asshole again! James was fantastic! I was kind of sore, but a sissy bride to be doesn't deny his fiancée especially when he has a 14 inch dick that I have been dreaming so long. I was so happy I finally knew he wanted me, that he loved me. I knew deep in side somehow that James really loved me, and I was over come with emotions when he told me that he had dreamt about me many nights. As we lay in our bed panting James wiggled his big, thick fingers in my ass so very nicely and sucking my cockhead and I exploded. Oh. Are you OK?"

Things were going fine for a bout a year after we got back home and set up house keeping. Then the Grammies were announced, I was nominated in 10 categories and was the strong favorite in 8 of them. At first I was just going to skip in but James told me it was time for me to set myself free especially since we were going to be married and he wasn't going to hide who he was. We had a fortune in the bank and the royalties were rolling in.

CHAPTER 21 COMING OUT TO THE GRAMMIES:

I sat there next to James looking fabulous with my arm wrapped in his as the show went on well aware of the murmurs and whispers that were buzzing around the auditorium when we sat down. There were rumors that Ricky Cox hadn't showed up and I sent James as my representative. When he host announced "The award for the category of best male R&B performer, goes to Ricky Cox."

The crowd's anticipation quelled when they looked around fearful to see if the rumors that I didn't show up were true. The hush of disappointment was deafening when they saw that Ricky Cox wasn't there and some unknown woman was standing up and coming up to accept for him. The television network figured this was the perfect point for a commercial since nothing important was happening and unknown was coming up to accept the Grammy Award.

I stood up slowly savoring the moment knowing that all hell was about to break out. I was wearing my especially selected hot designer strapless evening gown a gorgeous svelte dress cherry red that was elegantly eye-catching at the Grammies. It was a Hollywood red carpet style gown that most women wouldn't dare ware. They just didn't have the body because it was startlingly sexy and unforgiving of any little flaw.

It's strapless design showed off my shoulders and the sweetheart neckline defines my ample 42DD breasts beautifully. The bodice is dramatically fitted and gathered past my waist and hips perfectly defining my towering brick house hourglass shape. When I turned my back to switch towards the stage I knew my dress would show off its dramatically backless medium cut.

In my cherry red 6 inch pencil thin stilettos with gold heels I walked with a slow models walk rolling my hips up the steps and sauntered to the stage. The crowd was silent and all that could be heard for a moment was my voice singing from my newest platinum CD over the loud speakers and the distinctive click, click, click of my heels.

All eyes were on me and I relished the moment because I knew I looked fierce in my gown with my 42DD breast and 18 inch waist the envy of all the women there. I sauntered over and took the statue from the puzzled presenter and went up to the microphone knowing everyone wanted to know what was going on.

Behind them trailing came the bridesmaids, Joyce and Vickie they all wore soft silk-georgette dresses, crushed strawberry pink all over, sleeveless, with elegant little ruffles drifting over the shoulders and low sweetheart necklines. Their ankle-length skirts lined with white petticoats swirled and floated like clouds, and long, white cotton gloves gave them the appearance of Regency princess's.

Jordan stood before the alter in front of the minister in his black tuxedo waiting for his beautiful bride. For the first time I took a good look at him and had to admit that he had a tall commanding presence which emanated an aura that was compelling. As I stand here now I have to admit myself that is one reamister I signed that initial ten year contract for him to be my agent. In the back of my mind I knew he was devastatingly handsome, broad-shoulders though not as powerful as James, a chiseled jaw, piercing brown eyes and he emitted an aroma that was rich, and intoxicatingly masculine. He was a man worthy of being Tyra's husband and I was a sissy who no longer was.

Things proceeded without a hitch.

"Dearly beloved," said the Minister. "We are gathered here today," I observed everyone dolefully as he went mechanically through the preamble of the ritual.

As the words entered my mind I felt like crying, the woman that I believed I loved I was getting married with me as her maid of honor.

The minister went on to say "Marriage was important, which is why it shouldn't be taken lightly, wantonly or inadvisably."

At the recognized moment he asked the assembly "Does anyone here know of any legal impediment to the marriage of the two people before me?"

My eyes scanned around, I wanted to out I do because she is my girlfriend not his. What a joy it would be if someone made an objection. They could stop the proceedings there and then and it wouldn't have been my fault.

But the crowd went silent more than a score of people sitting in the chairs.

The ceremony went on and I thought that the Minister talked too much.

"Do you Jordan take Tyra as your lawfully wedded wife, to live together according to God's law in the Holy estate of matrimony?"

Jordan smiled nodded politely and said, "Yes I do."

"Do you Tyra take Jordan as your lawfully wedded husband, to live together according to God's law in the Holy estate of matrimony?"

Tyra nodded politely and said, "Yes I do."

"You may kiss the bride," proclaimed the Minister under the most beautiful reddish orange sunset I could have wished for in my dream wedding.

It then occurred to me that Tyra and Jordan had my dream beach wedding right next to some large rocks jutting out of the ocean. It was a perfect peaceful and romantic atmosphere for their day with Tyra in her beautiful white gown looking ravishing and Jordan in his tuxedo looking fabulous. They recited their permisterally written vows right there on the beach while the sun melted into the blue waters behind them it was so beautiful I cried. The gentle sea breezes drifted through the air blowing her hair in her face. To top off the perfect day I got the wedding bouquet which made me so happy.

CHAPTER20 "THE PARTY'S OVER":

My stage career was over, thanks to James and Jordan word was that Ricky Cox had grown tired of performing and went into semi retirement by moving out of the country but no one seems to know where. Every few years' new music was released which his loyal fans happy and the money kept rolling in. I took out a beautiful corset that I had recently obtained from "Nu you Creations". These exquisite creations could always be counted on for her artistic abilities in her designs. This corset was predominantly red, made of strong brocade leather backed fabric with frilly lace on the edging and piping along with it being sewn on the stays. It had eight matching garters. This was the first one I had gotten that had a built in bra. Wasp pattern, allows a thin piping and it has a more feminine cut to help show off the attributes of the female figure.

The Wasp body shaper was a milestone because men typically don't have the space between their lower ribs and hips to accommodate its shape. James solved this problem by having two of my lower ribs removed and surprised me with a sensible pair of my own 42 DD implants giving me a 42, 18, 42 shape. The surgery gave me such a feminine shape letting anyone who saw me with it on knew that they were looking at someone special.

I just adore heavy brocade fabric because it is strong and gives off a beautiful shine and seems to shimmer when the light reflects off it. James bought me several new corsets with lots of delicate lace sewn onto it. Heavy brocade wears very well oh the look of it when I'm wrapped in it is nothing short of sensational. Let's just say when I wear it I am SEXY. James also bought me several more custom corsets with built in bras made to his most demanding specifications that made me look so hot!

When James and I got back to our room as usual I took my evening bubble bath enjoying the scented bubbles as I slipped a glass of champagne. James came in twice to fill my glass and give me a big kiss with my body under the bubbles. I finished my bath and got out to apply lotion to my body to keep myself smooth. While I did this James took himself a shower and dried himself off and slipped into the bed naked.

That night James and I celebrated Tyra's wedding with I spent a delicious, three orgasmic hours and at the end, his massive 14 inch dick slipping out so we could spoon and relax for a while. I awoke just as his dick slipped into my ass for the third time that evening. I was splayed on my back filled with James dick and moaning when he asked, "Will you marry me Rickie?"

I was startled at first and my emotions took over and I began to cry in delight. I clinched his dick with my ass muscles. I could not resist despite my efforts to stop, I found my arms around his. I returned the kiss passionately, and we held the kiss for over a minute. I twisted and I felt his tongue at my lips and felt them part to admit it. Our tongues met and caressed. All the while, I was terrified. I was French-kissing James! I was dressed only in lingerie and heels and was swapping spit with the man I had come to love. I think deep inside I always did and tried to fight the feeling. Then I kissed him back, spurting my sissy cream for yet another time that evening and screamed, "OHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSS!!!!! I'll marry you YESSSSSS!!!!"

He woke me up again that night and fucked my grateful asshole again! James was fantastic! I was kind of sore, but a sissy bride to be doesn't deny his fiancée especially when he has a 14 inch dick that I have been dreaming so long. I was so happy I finally knew he wanted me, that he loved me. I knew deep in side somehow that James really loved me, and I was over come with emotions when he told me that he had dreamt about me many nights. As we lay in our bed panting James wiggled his big, thick fingers in my ass so very nicely and sucking my cockhead and I exploded. Oh. Are you OK?"

Things were going fine for a bout a year after we got back home and set up house keeping. Then the Grammies were announced, I was nominated in 10 categories and was the strong favorite in 8 of them. At first I was just going to skip in but James told me it was time for me to set myself free especially since we were going to be married and he wasn't going to hide who he was. We had a fortune in the bank and the royalties were rolling in.

CHAPTER 21 COMING OUT TO THE GRAMMIES:

I sat there next to James looking fabulous with my arm wrapped in his as the show went on well aware of the murmurs and whispers that were buzzing around the auditorium when we sat down. There were rumors that Ricky Cox hadn't showed up and I sent James as my representative. When he host announced "The award for the category of best male R&B performer, goes to Ricky Cox."

The crowd's anticipation quelled when they looked around fearful to see if the rumors that I didn't show up were true. The hush of disappointment was deafening when they saw that Ricky Cox wasn't there and some unknown woman was standing up and coming up to accept for him. The television network figured this was the perfect point for a commercial since nothing important was happening and unknown was coming up to accept the Grammy Award.

I stood up slowly savoring the moment knowing that all hell was about to break out. I was wearing my especially selected hot designer strapless evening gown a gorgeous svelte dress cherry red that was elegantly eye-catching at the Grammies. It was a Hollywood red carpet style gown that most women wouldn't dare ware. They just didn't have the body because it was startlingly sexy and unforgiving of any little flaw.

It's strapless design showed off my shoulders and the sweetheart neckline defines my ample 42DD breasts beautifully. The bodice is dramatically fitted and gathered past my waist and hips perfectly defining my towering brick house hourglass shape. When I turned my back to switch towards the stage I knew my dress would show off its dramatically backless medium cut.

In my cherry red 6 inch pencil thin stilettos with gold heels I walked with a slow models walk rolling my hips up the steps and sauntered to the stage. The crowd was silent and all that could be heard for a moment was my voice singing from my newest platinum CD over the loud speakers and the distinctive click, click, click of my heels.

All eyes were on me and I relished the moment because I knew I looked fierce in my gown with my 42DD breast and 18 inch waist the envy of all the women there. I sauntered over and took the statue from the puzzled presenter and went up to the microphone knowing everyone wanted to know what was going on.

Je me levait donc a la nouvelle fessée en rampant en dehors de ma cachette et me levat rapidement... et restat figée, la bouche grande ouverte.

Au début ce que je vit ne semblait pas s'enregistrer dans mon esprit. Quelque chose était très déroutant. Pour une raimister inconnue, la vision de Jessie étant debout, figée avec la main tendu en l'air ne voulait pas entrer dans mon ésprit. Lorsque mes yeux descendirent ma surprise n'en fut qu'accrue alors que je tentais en vain de comprendre pourquoi mademoiselle Duchene était penchée sur mister bureau, hurlante. Mes yeux fixèrent alors sur le derriere exposé et très rouge de mademoiselle Duchene.

L'entière assimiliation de ce spéctacle me clouat sur place. Ce n'était pas mademoiselle Duchene qui fessait Jessie, c'était tout le contraire. Mais comment cela était il possible? Jessie était celle qui était supposée etre punit pour sa mauvaise note.

Je relevait les yeux vers Jessie. Elle restat immobile a me regarder, la main tendue. Elle semblait vissiblement abasourdie de ma soudaine apparition. Puis elle commencat a me jauger du regard, étudiant ma réaction face a ce paysage. Je regardat a nouveau le visage de mademoiselle Duchene. Ses yeux étaient fermés et mister visage contorsionné par la douleur alors que mister hurlement s'atténuait. Elle ne m'avait toujours pas remarquée mais elle allait ouvrir les yeux et je me remis instincitvement sous le bureau

Après quelques seconde j'entendit un nouveau (CLAC) immédiatement suivit par un autre cri. Jassei continuat alors sans interruption et je m'assit sous le bureau de mademoiselle Duchene essayant d'assimiler ce nouveau concept. Alors c'était l'enseignante qui était punie pour les mauvaises notes de Jessie. Mais pourquoi? Pourquoi mademoiselle Duchene se laisserait elle être fessée par sa propre étudiante, puis lui donner une meilleure note en récompense?

Puis une autre image s'imprimat en moi. L'image de la dernière fois ou je me cachais sous mister bureau. l'image que j'avais de Jessie agenouillée satisfaisant de sa langue les pulsions de l'enseignante. Mais ce n'était pas ce qui c'était passée. A la place, l'enseignante, qui imposait tant de respect et ne supportait aucune remarque mal placé de ses élèves était celle qui était a genoux, le visage entre les jambes de cet élève très rude, et qui était a présent penchée sur mister propre bureau et fessée comme une enfant par cette même élève désobeissante.

Finallement Jessie annoncat la fin de la fessée.

"Ok mademoiselle, je pense que cela suffirat. Avez vous apprit votre lesmister cet fois?"

"O...o..oui....Je...Je suis désolée."

"C'est ce que vous dite, mais je n'en crois rien. Quand vous aurez récupérée, mademoiselle, vous pourrez vous lever et changer ma note."

Après une minute, mademoiselle Duchene se calmat et se relevat de mister bureau pour aller vers le casier. De nouveau j'était pétrifiée a l'idée d'être découverte.

Alors qu'elle arrivait, j'eu une vue parfait de la moitié inferieur de mister corps. Elle avait toujours sa robe relevée en haut des hanches et sa culotte descendue a ses genou alors que sa main massait mister cul très rouge. Puis elle se tournat complétement pour récuperer le carnet.

A présent ses hanches n'étaient qu'a 2 centimetres de mon visage et pendant qu'elle se chargait de changer la note de Jessie mon regard fut attirée entre ses jambes. ses lèvres intime et sa toimister pubienne était complétement trempée et de la cyprine coulait sur ses jambes. Tout devenait clair a présent. Je comprenais enfait pourquoi mademoiselle Duchene laissait tout cela se produire. Sa l'excitait. Elle devait adorer cela. Mon enseignante tarée devait jouir de pouvoir controller ses élèves en cours avant d'être dominée par la plus rude d'entre elles. Jessie en recevait de meilleures notes. Sa devait etre le plan parfait pour toute les deux.

mademoiselle Duchene, encore pentelante, remis mister carnet en place.

"Très bien, chère prof, prennez soin de ce petit cul et à demain." Lançat Jessie de vive voix avant de disparaitre.

mademoiselle Duchene restat immobile durant plusieurs minute, pentelante et massant mister derriere. Puis remontat sa culote, redescendit sa robe et partit.

Je restait encore la, choquée. Je savait à présente ce qui se passer et pourquoi, mais c'était quand même vriament choquant. Puis j'entendit le concierge commencer ses rondes, je me pressat alors de disparraitre a mon tour avant d'être découverte.

Cette nuit-là j'eu du mal a m'endormir. Je roulais dans mon lit alors que ces pensées de tout ce que j'avait vue revenait en moi. J'était moins sure de moi. Lorsque je pensait au départ que notre enseignante dominait Jessie j'en était presque contente et je sentait de légèr picotement au bas ventre. Mais a présent je connaissais la vérité et, que c'était Jessie qui dominait notre prof et cela ne me faisait plus sourire, mais j'avais toujours ce picottement entre les cuisses, plus ardent et profond.

Puis une question me vint en tête. A chaque fois que Jessie et mademoiselle Duchene avait finit, mademoiselle Duchene ne changait que la note de Jessie, pourtant je savais que certains des amis de Jessie avaient aussi des notes modifiés. C'était un nouveau mystère dont j'avais peur de découvrir le sens très bientôt.

Puis pour la première fois, le fait que Jessie m'avait vue me revint a l'esprit. Elle savait que j'avait vue mister petit jeu pervers. Que ferais elle? Le dirais elle a mademoiselle Duchene? Arreterez-elles tout?

Je me posais encore ces questions lorsque j'entrait dans la salle de cours le jour suivant. Jessie et ses amis n'étaient pas encore arrivait et mademoiselle Duchene écrivait au tableau comme à mister habitude. Elle ne donnat aucun indice qui pourrait m'informer qu'elle m'eu remarquée hier.

Juste au moment ou la misternerie retentie, Jessie et sa bande surgirent dans la classe bruyamment. Immédiatement mademoiselle Duchene leur imposat le silence et les avertit contre leur mauvaise conduite. J'était stupéfaite de voir a quel point mademoiselle Duchene pouvait etre si sure d'elle et avoir les chose sous controle a un moment, puis etre tout l'opposer plus tard.

Jessie et ses amis semblèrent se calmer et le cours commençat Pendant un moment je n'osait pas regarder vers Jessie. Mais à la demi-heure je réalisat que mademoiselle Duchene ne s'était pas assise. C'était bisarre. quelque instants plus tard, elle nous donnat des exercices a faire et n'eu d'autre choix que de s'assoir. Je regardait attentivement la frustration sur mister visage lorsqu'elle s'assit doucement. Lorsqu'elle se laissat tomber sur sa chaise, un instant de souffrance naquit sur mister visage. Je ricannat interieurement lorsque je réalisait pourquoi elle souffrait.

Je regardais rapidement vers Jessie et tombat sur ses yeux qui me fixait cruellement en retour. Je me pressait de regarder vers ma copie.

Durant les autres jours rien de particulier n'arrivat. Il y eu que peu d'interrogations et les notes de Jessie était très bonne. J'était surprise egalement qu'Elle ne m'avait encore pas approchée pour parler de ce qui c'était passé. J'était presque sure qu'elle n'en avais pas non plus parlée a mademoiselle Duchene.

Alors que les jours firent une semaine, je commencais a être décue. Une partie de moi voulait en voir plus. voir plus de ces petits jeux pervers que la prof et l'élève jouait. Finallement la semaine passat et quelque jours plus tard mes voeux furent exocés.

mademoiselle Duchene nous rendit nos examens. J'eu bien sur un A et mademoiselle Duchene me lancat un sourire approbateur en me rendant ma copie. Durant tout le temps de la distribution, Jessie et mister groupe parlaient très fort. Lorsqu'elle approchat Jessie le groupe se tue. mademoiselle Duchene essayait de ne pas le montrer mais sa main tremblat lorsqu'elle tendit sa copie a Jessie.

Jessie lancat un rapide regard vers sa note avant de regarder cruellement sa prof. J'était presque sur d'avoir vue mademoiselle Duchene frismisterer. Elle finit de rendre les copies et retournat a mister bureau alors que la misternerie retentit. Alors que Jessie se levait, elle montrat sa note a ses amis et je put voir qu'il s'agissait d'un... F.

Durant le restant de la journée mon imagination me jouat des tours. Qu'est ce qui allait ce passer cette fois? Je veux dire, si elle devait la satisfaire de sa langue pour un C, et recevoir une fessée pour un D, qu'est ce que Jessie allait lui faire pour un F?

Une douzaine de scénario passèrent dans ma tête et il serait inutile de dire a quel point j'était excitée et a quelle point ma culotte était trempée en fin de journée. Je pouvais pas attendre pour saoir. Enfin la misternerie retentit pour la derniere fois de la journée et je me dépéchait d'aller dans sa salle.

Je me remit sous le bureau et j'attendit... j'attendit... j'attendit. Rien! Après une demi-heure j'était très incertaine et inquiète. Qu'est ce qui se passait? C'est a ce moment que je remarquais une note cachée entre les barreaux du bureau, ne contenant qu'une simple adresse. Je reflechit un instant et reconnue le quartier résidentielle dans une partie peu recommendable de la ville. Je pensait que Jessie avait écrit ce papier et je ne savais pas ce qu'elle préparait. Néanmoins, j'était trop curieuse et je finit par trouver la résidence.

J'arrivait a l'adresse pour tomber sur une vielle maimister avec plusieurs voiture garés devant. Je n'avais aucune intention de rentrer, je fit donc le tour pour trouver une fenetre. Malheureusement le chien qui gardait l'arriere de la maimister ne me le permetterais jamais. Je trouvais enfin une fenetre sur le coté de la maimister. Je me mit sur la pointe des pieds et regardat à l'interieur.

A l'interieur, assis autour d'une table de café sur des canapés délabrés se tenait Jessie et sa clique, Ils étaient tous entrain de boire et de fumer de l'herbe. Les bouteilles d'alcool trainaient partout et l'odeur était désagréable. Le reste de la maimister semblait tout aussi pathétique. Mais a part cela, rien de spécial ne s'y déroulait, ils ne faisaient que boire, fumer et discuter. Je ne voyais meme pas mademoiselle Duchene. Puis il y eu une permisterne tapotant a la porte d'entré. Jessie se levat de mister fauteuil et ouvrit la porte. mademoiselle Duchene se tenait sur le pérron de la maimister, vétue de mister habituelle tenue de cours, un carnet dans la main droite et une canne d'enseignante dans sa main gauche.

"Salut mademoiselle, quelle surprise, que peut on faire pour vous?"

"Salut Jessie je voulais .. heu... ce que je voulais c'était..."

"mademoiselle, a moins que vous ne vous dépéchiez, je vais retourner continuer de fumer de l'herbe avec mes amis."

"Et bien je suis la pour... parler de... vos notes à l'examen."

"Oh, sa, c'était vraiment une mauvaise note que vous m'avez donnée mademoiselle Duchene. C'était quoi déjà?"

mademoiselle Duchene baissat les yeux "Un F". Je vis un frismister lui traverser le dos lorsqu'elle le dit.

"Ouais, c'était pas gentil. Et j'ai crut comprendre que vous avez donnée la même note a certains de mes amis, c'est vrai?"

Elle acquiessat.

"Tsss, tsss, vous etes vriament une mauvaise enseignante n'est ce pas mademoiselle?

Encore une fois elle acquiessat, les yeux fixés sur le sol crasseux.

"Alors, que venez vous faire a ce propos?"

"Je ... suis ici pour... m'excuser."

"Ok mademoiselle, ont vas vous laisser essayer, a présent suivez moi."

mademoiselle Duchene suivit docilement Jessie dans la pièce principale avec tout ses amis.

"Hey, tout le monde, regarder qui voila. La prof est vraiment désolée de nous avoir donnée de mauvaises notes a nos exams et elle est venue pour s'excuser permisternelement."

Le groupe houlat outrageusement la prof et ricanat alors que le visage de l'enseignante commençat a devenir rouge. Jessie prit alors le carnet des mains de la prof et le posat sur la table. Puis elle prit la canne et rejoignit ses amis sur le canapé. mademoiselle Duchene était a présent debout au centre du groupe.

"Avant que nous ecoutions vos excuses, vous devez vous vetir de façon plus approprié."

Rougissant de plus belle, mademoiselle Duchene commençat a defaire les boutons de sa chemise face au rire de ses étudiants. Puis elle la retirat pour reveler ses seins relativement gros cachés par un soutien gorge. Ensuite, elle descendit sa jupe jusqu'a ses talons et s'en défit. Elle se tint alors immobile, vétue de rien d'autre que de ses sous vetements blancs, esperant que cela suffirait.

"mademoiselle, vous n'etes toujours pas bien vétue pour ce cours."

Avec un soupir elle mis les mains dans mister dos et défit l'agraphe de mister soutien gorge et rapidement ses melons s'en libérerent. Ses tétons rosés durcissant devant l'attention recut. Puis elle pris les deux bords de sa culotte et la descendit. Je fut très surprise e de voir un vagin complétement rasée alors que l'enseignante severe se tennait avec rien d'autre que ses talons face a ses élèves les plus durs.

Les hommes sifflèrent et les filles ricannèrent tandis qu'elle laissat ses bras tomber a ses cotés, mister visage baissé.

"Ok mademoiselle, il est temps de commencer a vous excuser."

mademoiselle Duchene s'avancat lentement jusqu'a Jessie, et , a ma grande surprise, se couchat sur ses genoux. Jessie, la canne à la main et un grand sourire au lèvre abaissat rapidement la canne sur le cul exposée de la prof. mademoiselle Duchene tremblat de douleur et poussat un faible couinnement avant de dire :

"Une, je suis désolée Mademoiselle Jessie"

Puis une autre vint la frapper

"Deux, je suis désolée Mademoiselle Jessie"

"Trois, je suis désolée Mademoiselle Jessie"

"Quatre, je suis désolée Mademoiselle Jessie"

Après dix coups brutaux le cul de mademoiselle Duchene prit une douce teinte rosé alors qu'elle frémissait sur les genoux de Jessie. Puis elle se relevat, prit la canne des mains de Jessie et marchat jusqu'a une autre de ses élèves. Une fille nommée Nina. Elle donnat la canne a Nina et, me surprenant a nouveau, elle se couchat sur ses genoux a nouveau.

"Une, je suis désolée Mademoiselle Nina"

"Deux, je suis désolée Mademoiselle Nina"

"Trois, je suis désolée Mademoiselle Nina"

"Quatre, je suis désolée Mademoiselle Nina"

A chaque fois qu'elle se relevait, mister cul était plus rouge qu'avant. Après que le septième et dernier étudiant l'ait frappée avec la canne, mister cul était terriblement rouge. Elle pleurait et criait de douleur et se tortillait de douleur, provocant les rebonds obscene de ses deux gros seins.

Enfin elle se relevat et restat face a Jessie, massant mister tendre derriere alors qu'elle regardait a nouveau le sol, soumise. Jessie la regardat, puis insérat deux doigt dans sa chatte et commencat a la doigter. mademoiselle Duchene tremblat mais ne resistat pas. Après un moent elle ne put tenir et tombat a genoux. Jessie continuat un moment a la doigter avec power. Puis sentant que la prof allait jouir, elle arretat, provoquant un halétement de frustation de la part de mademoiselle Duchene.

"Oh, qui a t-il? Est ce que la pauvre petite enseignante en voudrais encore?"

Le sexe brulant de honte, l'enseignante suppliat mister étudiante "Oui, pitié, s'il vous plait, j'en veux encore, pitié remettez vos doigts en moi."

"Les remettres où?"

"MA CHATTE! J'ai envie de vos doigts dans ma chatte!"

"Oh, quel vilaine enseignante nous avons la les gars, elle veut que sa propre élève la fasse jouir. Et bien elle vas nous faire jouir avant tout."

Jessie inhalat profondement sur mister joint avant de recracher la fumée sur le visage de mademoiselle Duchene, puis elle retira sa propre culotte. Enfin Jessie empoignat les cheveux des a prof et la poussat violemment vontre sa chatte. mademoiselle Duchene commencat mister humiliante besogne immédiatement, léchant la chatte de mister élève comme si sa vie en dépendait.

Alors qu'elle léchait, les autres élèves prirent plaisir de mister corps. Amanda prit une pince papier volé du bureau de mademoiselle Duchene et l'accrochat a mister téton droit. D'autres avaient pris des marqueurs et écrivait des choses horrible sur mister corps comme "trainée" "mauvaise prof" "lecheuse de chatte" "chienne". Ils marquerent meême un gros F sur chacun de ces seins. Nina enfoncat une bouteille de bière vie dans mister cul.

Lorsque Jessie eut mister orgasme, mademoiselle Duchene passat a un autre élève. Tod. Je me souvenait qu'il avait toujours fait de mauvais commentaire dans mister dos, et maintenant ellle sucait du mieux qu'elle pouvais sa grosse queue pendant que Nina lui baisait encore le cul avec la bouteille.

La plupart des élèves recommencèrent a fumer et a discuter alors qu'ils attendaient leur tour. finallement après que toute les queue et les chatttes eurent recut l'attention de sa langue, mademoiselle Klein rampat a nouveau jusqu'a Jessie et posat sa tete contre sa cuisse. Jessie lui caressat la tête en parlant :

"Voila, très bien, bonne fille bonne fille. Tes excuse semble sincère. Tu a ravie tes étudiants. Maintenant pourquoi ne serait tu pas une bonne prof et n'irait tu pas changer ces mauvaise notes."

mademoiselle Duchene hochat de la tête, puis tournat vers la table. Jessie lui donnat une petite giffle sur les fesses et mademoiselle Duchene rampat a 4 pattes jusqu'au carnet. Je continuait de regarder alors qu'elle ouvrit mister livre et, avec un clip a papier sur le téton et une bouteille de bière sortant du cul, commencat a changer toute les mauvaise notes.

Lorsque la dernière note fut changé, Jessie relevat mister pied entre les cuisses de sa prof et frottat sa chaussure contre sa chatte. Bientot mademoiselle Duchene accompagnant les mouvement avec ses hanches allant et venant contre la chaussure sale de mister élève. Elle bougeat de plus en plus vite, gemissant de plus en plus fort avec de jouir d'un humiliant plaisir. Elle retombat sur mister carnet et hurlat sa jouissance.

Après quelques minutes, durant lesquelles Jessie et ses amis buverent et fumèrent encore de l'herbe, Jessie ordonnat a sa prof de se retourner et de lecher les saletés qu'elle avait fait sur sa chaussure. mademoiselle Duchene gemit avant de se retourner et de lecher intégrallement le chaussure. Après avoir nétoyée la chausure, mademoiselle Duchene s'agenouillat a nouveau devant Jessie. Jessie se levat alors et sortie de la pièce. Elle revint après quelque seconde avec ce qui semblait etre un collier de chien et une laisse. Elle attachat le collier autour du cou de mademoiselle Duchene et attachat la laisse. La prof ne cessait de trembler tout en restant fixée sur le sol.

"A présent, ma chère petite chienne, tout ce que tu a fait a été de t'excuser, on a acceptés tes excuses. Cependant, tu dois encore être punis. pour avoir été une mauvaise prof, n'est ce pas?"

mademoiselle Duchene hochat de la tête, des larmes coulant de ses yeux. Jessie retirat alors cruellement le clip sur mister téton ainsi que la bouteille de bière de mister cul, ainsi que ses talons. Puis Jessie commencat a guider sa prof a 4 pattes jusqu'a la porte du fond. Lorsqu'elle l'ouvrit, je put entendre le chien aboyer bruyamment. Mes yeux s'ecarquillerent, réalisant ce qui aller se passer. La dernière image que j'eu de cette nuit était le cul de mademoiselle Duchene se tremousser a l'exterieur, a 4 patte avant que la porte ne se referme.

Je me retournat et courut, courut aussi vite que je pouvais. Je ne pouvais voir cela. C'était trop. Je continuais de courir et courir jusqu'a ce que je fut de retour a la maimister, le souffle court. Je m'enfermat dans ma chambre et tombat sur mon lit. Je realisat alors que mes vétements collaient a mon corps a cause de la sueur.

Alors que je me deshabillait, je remarquat que ma culotte n'avait jamais été aussi trempée. Je ne pouvais l'éviter, ce que j'avais vue m'avais éxcitée comme jamais, même si c'était vaiment pervers. Je me défit de ma culotte et voulut en trouver une autre mais mes doigts frollèrent accidentellement mon clitoris et un légèr gemissement s'echappat de ma bouche.

Soudainement tout ce que j'avait vue durant l'heure précédante refit surface. La vue de ma prof se faisant frapper avec la canne, les mots écrits sur mister corps, la bouteille dans mister cul, la facon dont elle s'était fait jouir avec la chaussure de Jessie et finalement mister cul tout rouge sortant dehors vers...

Mes genoux me lachèrent et je tombat sur le sol alors que mes doigts jouaient furieusement avec mon clitoris, jouissant très fort en repensant a tout cela, encore et encore.

Je me suis reveillée le matin suivant , les doigts toujours en moi. Je m'habillat et partit a l'école. La journée entière tout ce a quoi je pensait c'était la nuit dernière. Comment sa allait etre en classe. Comment mademoiselle Duchene allait prétendre etre une prof autoritaire devant tout ces jeunes qui l'avaient dégradée.

Ma réponse vint dès le début du cours. Rien, rien n'était différent. J'était totalement stupéfaite de voir combien elle arrivait a faire comme si rien n'était. Elle était toujours et encore autoritaire. Meme lorsque certains parlaient trop fort, elle les faisaient immédiatement taires.

Cependant j'avais remarqué qu'elle ne s'assayait pas dans sa chaise, et elle portait une chemise dont le col était fermé. Je suppose que les deux gros F sur sa poitrine ne se mistert pas effacés.

C'est après que j'ai regardée vers Jessie et que j'ai vue mister sourire sinistre sur moi. Embarassée, j'ai regardée ailleurs. Elle savait que j'avait tout vue. Mais pourquoi me laissait elle voir tout sa? Jouait-elle avec moi?

Dans tout les cas, les jours suivants, rien de spécial n'arrivat. La plupart du travail que l'on avait a faire n'était pas dur, même Jessie et ses amis y arrivaient. Malgrès moi je ne pouvais m'empecher de supplier interieurement Jessie d'avoir une mauvaise note. J'en voulais plus. Je sais que c'est terrible de ma part de vouloir cela mais j'était tellement curieuse de voir cette prof que j'avais respectée se faire humilier encore plus. Surtout lorsqu'elle était si strict en cours.

Alors lorque Jessie reçut un D la semaine qui suivit, je faillit crier de joie. Je tremblait d'anticipation durant toute la journée. Finallement le dernier cours se terminat et j'entrat dans sa salle, avant de me cacher a mon emplacement habituelle, sous mister bureau.

Juste alors j'entendit Jessie et Mademoiselle Duchene rentrer dans la salle.

"Mais Jessie, tu n'est même pas venue a l'examen, je pensais que c'était plus que généreux de te donner un D."

"mademoiselle, une mauvaise note reste une mauvaise note. Et vous m'avez donnée un D n'est ce pas?"

"Oui c'est vrai mais..."

"D'accord mademoiselle, vous avez raimister. Je n'ai aucune raimister de protester. Je m'en vais et on garde cette note."

"No attendez!"

"Oui?"

"Je..je... vous avez raimister."

"J'ai raimister a quel propos mademoiselle?"

"Vous meritez une meilleure note."

"Je vois, vous savez ce que cela veut dire, Mademoiselle?"

"Oui, Mademoiselle Jessie."

Puis je sentit le bureau bouger legerement alors que Mademoiselle Duchene s'y était penchée. Puis il y eu le bruit d'une jupe venant d'être relevée et d'une culotte baissée. Puis j'entendit le mister d'une main caressant une peau nue alors que Jessie commençat a tourmenter Mademoiselle Duchene.

"Vous savez mademoiselle, vous etes vraiment pathétique. Vous penchez ainsi sur votre propre bureau en laissant une étudiante du même sexe, de la moitié de votre age vous caresser le cul, une étudiante qui ne peut pas moins s'interesser a votre enseignement que je le fait."

Je put entendre un petit gemissement s'echapper des lèvres de la prof.

"Sa me rappelle la premiere fois que c'est arrivé. J'en avais marre de vos connerie sur les mauvaises notes. Je suis venu dans ta classe après les cours, prête pour une nouvelle engueulade. Imagine un peu ma surprise lorsque tu t'est rendue si simplement. J'ai toujours sue que tu était une sacrée salope, mais maintenant tu est ma salope n'est ce pas? tu est ma chienne."

Un autre gémissement d'humilliation.

"Oh c'est vrai, tu a resistée au début, essayant de faire ta prude et tout cela, mais je t'ai cassée depuis. Je me souviens ton visage la première fois que je t'ai dit que tu aller enfoncer cette putain de langue dans mon cul, tu était toute choquée. Maintenant tu adore cela.

Et ta honte lorsque j'ai montré ma nouvelle soumise a mes amis de la classe, sa valait mister pesant d'or. Tu m'a rendue bien plus populaire, c'est clair. Mais tu y trouve ton compte n'est ce pas. On sait toute les deux combien tu aime être humiliée par ta pire élève. Regarde simplement a quel point tu est trempée, tu est pathétique. Et tu remue ton cul juste pour me supplier de te punir n'est ce pas."

"oo...oui Maitresse Jessie"

(CLAC)

"Ahhh"

(CLAC) (CLAC) (CLAC)

"Ahhhoooooooowwweee"

"Je veux dire je pourrais bosser dur pour mes notes, mais c'est bien plus excitant comme sa n'est ce pas ma salope?" (CLAC)

"Ahhh oui Maitresse"

"C'est bien plus simple de fesser mes professeurs que de lecher leur cul comme certains de tes élèves. Comme Audrey par exemple."

As elle tout juste mentionnée mon nom?

"Des élèves comme Audrey travaillent si dur pour avoir les meilleurs notes, mais je sais que c'est ainsi que tu aime donner des notes." (CLAC)

"Ohhhh"

"Que pense-tu d'Audrey, toi? (CLAC) "Tu pense qu'elle merite les bonnes notes qu'elles as?" (CLAC)

"Et bien Audrey est une très bonne élève (CLAC) "Ahhh... et elle bosse très dur pour ses notes."

Enfin, elle me défend, moi, sa méilleure élève.

"Ouais, ouais, c'est vraiment ta petite chienne n'est ce pas?"

(CLAC) "Ahhh!"

"Tout comme tu est ma petite chienne n'est ce pas?"

"Heu... hmmm (CLAC) ahhhh... oui (CLAC) OUI! (CLAC) Je suis Votre petite chienne!

"Et les chiennes méritent elles d'être punit?" (CLAC)

"Uh Huh!"

Ou sa nous mène tout cela?

"Et puisqu'Audrey est la petite chienne a mister enseignante, ne mérite-elle pas d'être punit?" (CLAC)

"Oui, Maitresse."

"Alors vas-y salope, dit a Audrey combien elle a été vilaine."

"Audrey, tu a été une vilaine fille (CLAC) toujours avoir des A aux exam (CLAC) et etre si intéligente (CLAC) et si bien éduquée (CLAC) et être devenue la chienne de ta prof (CLAC)"

"Et as elle besoin d'être punis pour avoir été une très vilaine chienne?" (CLAC)

"Ouiiiiiiii!"

"Alors viens Audrey, tu a entendu mademoiselle Duchene. Tu a été une vilaine petite chienne et tu dois être punie pour cela."

J'était choquée. Elle ne pouvais pas réellement croire que je devais être punis... si? Elle ne pouvais surtout pas s'attendre a ce que j'allait accepter être punit pour mes bonnes notes. J'attendais a ce qu'elle continue , qu'elle recommence a humilier notre prof. Pourtant tout ce que je pouvais entendre c'était mes propres halétements.

A ma grande honte je me surpris a me lever lentement de ma cachette. Alors que je me levait je pouvais voir le visage choquée de mademoiselle Duchene, mais le pire était le regard démoniaque de Jessie. Je baissait les yeux instinctivement. Pourquoi avais-je vais sa?

"Approche petite chienne, rejoint ton enseignante dans sa punition."

Des larmes commencerent a se former alors que je me dirigeait vers le devant du bureau. Maintenant je pouvais voir le cul très exposé et rouge de mademoiselle Duchene. C'est a cet instant que j'ai sentie la main de Jessie me pousser gentiment contre le bureau.

C'est ainsi que moi, j'était penchée sur le bureau de mademoiselle Duchene. Mademoiselle Duchene à la droite, moi à la gauche. L'enseignante respectée et sévère et mister étudiante la plus intéligente et douée cote a cote, penchées contre le même bureau, les jupes relevés sur nos dos et nos culottes a nos genous, et nos derrières exposés a la main cruel de la plus rude des élèves.

(CLAC)

A ne jamais finir....

soumettre ma meilleure amie



Je m'appelle greg, j'ai 33 ans. Une de mes meilleures amies, Cathy, 24 ans m'a toujours attiré sans qu'il ne se soit jamais rien passé. Mais il faut voir comme elle est magnifique. Brune, 1m76, toujours joliment bronzée, et un cul!!! Terrible! Sauf que c'est ma meilleure amie et que pour couronner le tout, elle sort avec un de mes amis...
Le mois dernier, lors d'une soirée mémorable ou l'alcool coula a flot, j'étais trop bourré pour conduire et elle se proposa de me ramener à mon appart.
Arrivé dans le parking je fis mine d'être trop emmener pour arriver chez moi au 4e étage. Elle m'aida encore une fois.
Elle me fit entrer chez moi, me conduisit dans ma chambre jusqu'a mon lit ou je m'appuyai de tout mon poids sur elle pour la chavirer sous moi. On chahuta quelques secondes. Je me mis à la chatouiller en profitant pour le peloter un peu. Toujours souriante, lorsqu'elle se rendit compte que le jeu qui m'intéressai était tout autre, elle tenta de se relever en me faisant entendre gentiment raimister. Mais je la coinçais bien sous mon corps plus lourds qu'elle. Et ma bouche commença à lui dévorer le cou. Elle commença a se débattre en donnant des coups de hanches et en gueulant. Je me relevais et je la giflai de toutes mes powers. Vlan!vlan! Deux belles baffes sur mister joli visage.
Elle me regarda surprise. Sans plus attendre et avant qu'elle ne comprenne ce qui était entrain de lui arriver, je lui arrachai mister petit haut sous lequel elle était nue et lui pris ses beaux petits seins bien fermes dans ma bouche. Aspirant les tétons, faisant jouer ma langue autour.
Je l'entendais renifler. Elle pleurait. Caler entre ses jambes je lui écartai les cuisses et remontai d'un coup sec sa belle jupe longue de soirée sur ses jambes superbement galbées. Je lui pelotai les fesses sans ménagement en lui roulant des pelles furieuses. Écartant le lobe de ses fesses mettant a jour mister petit anus.
Je lui arrachais sa culotte et sorti ma bite. Je plaçai mon gland à l'entrée de sa chatte... "NON! GREG!"Et je m'enfonçai lentement en elle. Elle sanglota de plus belle. Je ne bougeai pas, attendant qu'elle se calme. "Chuuut tu vas voir ça va être bon..." et doucement je commençais a la limer. Mes mains lui écartant toujours au maximum le cul, lui malaxant les fesses.
J’allais de plus en plus vite en elle. Buttant tout au fond de mister ventre. Jusqu’a la défoncer a toute vitesse.
Je lui pris les jambes et les plaçai sur mes épaules pour m'acharner de plus belle."Han han salope!! T’es qu'une pute!" ça m'excitait d'insulter ma meilleure amie.
Je vis mister visage tout déformé par la douleur ou le plaisir (elle ne pleurait plus en tout cas et ses joues étaient toutes rouges) et je ne pus me retenir de jouir au fond de mister ventre en poussant bien a fond mon sexe en elle et en hurlant ma jouissance "ooooh je jouis grosse pute... tu me fais jouir" et je redoublais encore mes coups de hanches tandis que je me déversai a grand jets en elle. Je me vidais bien les couilles en remuant encore un peu puis je sortis de mister ventre aspergé pour rouler sur le coté et ne plus bouger. Repus. Elle s'était recroquevillée et pleurait en fermant ses poings devant mister visage.
J’en avais rien à foutre. Je reprenais mon souffle. Elle se leva remis de l'ordre dans ses vêtements et partit sans rien dire. Sans sa culotte qui gisait toujours quelque part dans ma chambre...

Salut, suite de mes aventures. Moi c'est greg. Je vous ai déjà raconté comment j'ai violé ma meilleure amie cathy.
Donc après cette première fois ou je l'ai défoncée, je n'ai plus pensé qu'a ça. Je ne pensais plus a elle comme ma meilleure amie mais comme un cul a défoncer.
Elle sort avec mon meilleur ami mais habite toute seule dans un grand appart. Il fallait que j'arrive à la choper chez elle.
Pendant les deux ou trois jours qui ont suivi mistert viol j'ai essayé de la joindre mais elle ne répondait jamais quand c'était moi. J’ai laissé des messages d'excuses, des supplications mais rien... elle ne voulait plus me parler.
Au final un jour où elle bossait, je suis allé me garer en face de mister boulot. J’ai attendu qu'elle sorte et qu'elle prenne sa voiture et je l'ai suivi discrètement jusqu'a chez elle.
Jean pierre, mister mec et mon meilleur ami n'était semble t-il pas chez elle.
J’ai monté les marches quatre a quatre derrière elle mais très discrètement. Des qu'elle eut déverrouillé la serrure de chez elle j'ai foncé. Je l'ai saisie par derrière en la bâillonnant. Je l'ai poussée à l'intérieur. Je l'ai traîné dans sa chambre et je l'ai balancé sur mister grand lit. Je lui ai sauté dessus et avant qu'elle comprenne ce qui lui arrivait je lui avais passé sa robe par dessus la tête. Je l'ai plaqué sous moi de toutes mes powers. Elle était juste en sous vêtement. Je lui dévorai déjà les seins que j'avais fait déborder du soutif et ma bite cherchait le chemin de sa chatte. J’ai arraché sa culotte et j'ai senti mon gland se faufiler dans mister ventre. Elle ne s'est pas débattue tout du long mais pleurait. Tout en la baisant je lui parlais. "Han c'est bon, oui comme ça laisse toi aller" parfois je lui saisissais mister cul en écartant bien et je la défonçait en la traitant de salope. Mais je ne voulais pas jouir trop vite et je reprenais alors une cadence plus lente en m'enfonçant toujours plus loin en elle.
Sans que je m'en rende compte ses sanglots cessèrent. Je mis ses jambes sur mes épaules et la défonçait en lui mettant le visage. Elle gardait les yeux fermés et avait les joues rouges. Les sourcils froncés, les lèvres légèrement ouvertes... "Salope! Ça fait du bien hein?"
Elle se mordit la main pour ne pas me montrer qu'elle jouissait et moi n'y tenant pas plus j'ai tout balancé dans mister ventre. Pendant que j'éjaculais en elle je lui pris le visage et la força à me rouler une pelle bien profonde.
J’ai attendu de bien me vider les couilles dans sa chatte, puis j'ai repris mon souffle. Je me suis rhabillé et je l'ai laissé à chialer sur mister lit.
"T’as intêret à répondre à ton téléphone maintenant. Je reviendrai te baiser quand j'en aurai envie. Si tu ne décroche pas la prochaine fois, je te promets que je t'encule..."
Et je quittais l'appart sans un mot de plus

Bons textes... merci
Mais pas encore les suites des quelques histoires incomplètes publièes précédemment...

nn j'arrive pas à les renter

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Beware Of Tijuana


Cheryl and I liked living in San Diego. Not only did we have all the wonders of the best city in the country, the climate and weather in San Diego are the best in the world!

Neither of us were native San Diegans. We moved there when I got a job with the San Diego Police Department. I paid my dues as a motor officer in chilly Minneapolis and landed a cycle-cop's slot in San Diego. After a day chasing the bad guys, Cheryl and I literally wallowed in the wonderful advantages of the place! Went to the beach so often, I constantly had sand between my toes. Rode the trolley so often we memorized the routes. Ate so much Mexican food, I was becoming bilingual.

And Cheryl blossomed into Superwoman. Without telling me, she took a California Cuisine cooking class, and suddenly I came home every night to a dinner that made me wonder if she'd hired Wolfgang Puck as a caterer. And the tanner she got, the slimmer she got, and--how can I put this?--the "more interested" she became, to the point that both of us stopped wearing anything to bed. Didn't want to waste any time undressing.

I started buying lube in the big tubes, and she put a rubber cover over the mattress to save it from constant seepings. She often rolled over to me and purred that she loved to lie in the wet spot. "I want to wallow in your jizz until I'm coated in it!"

That, of course, led to another round, more leakage, more wet crotches, and a bigger wet spot.

One day on one of our exploring trips, we drove to Chula Vista and on down the 5 to the Mexican border. "What the heck, let's visit Tijuana!" Strike one.

Wow, what a place. Amazing, really. Tijuana, south of the border, is as big as San Diego is north of it, but Tijuana is like a third-world city. The tourist part is garish and Viva Zapata-looking, but it's surrounded by depressing slums.

We drove away from the touristy area--Strike two--into what we supposed was a middle-income area, not a slum exactly, but hardly a rich neighborhood. For all that, we never did see anything in Tijuana that could be taken as a mansion or an expensive neighborhood.

Anyway, we stopped on a hill overlooking the city and got out to take some pictures. Strike three. We were out.

"Oye, what you doing?"

Shit. Right off, my cop-instincts told me this was not a friendly Mexican offering us help. "Taking pictures of the city."

"Señor Taquadama don't like gringos taking pictures of his house."

Fuck. Not the slightest friendliness anywhere. This guy was dangerous. Sure enough, before I could call to Cheryl to get back in the car, we were jumped by what looked like eight guys who came from behind us.

After a pitifully short struggle, during which one of them yanked my wallet out of my pocket, they piled us into our own car, bound and gagged, and drove down the hill, through a gate, into a walled-off area. It was a courtyard with a large house at the far end.

They pushed open the big door, an ornate thing in hardwood deeply carved with tropical motifs: palms, orchid blossoms, birds, and beyond was a beautiful antechamber. Pink marble floors. Finely crafted leather chairs. A huge couch upholstered in appliquéd silk. I was agog. I looked over, and so was Cheryl.

A man walked down staircase.

I blinked. He looked like a movie star. Antonio Banderas, maybe. A big man, broad-shouldered, he didn't look like the popular image of a Mexican thug. Not even as dangerous as an American Mafioso. I couldn't help it--I had to give it to him--the guy was handsome!

But when he opened his mouth, it was pure Mexican thug: "I am Arturo Taquadama. They tell me, Gringo, you are taking pictures of my house." He held up my wallet. "And you are a fucking policeman from San Diego? This is not a polite thing to do in my country, culo!"

He walked over to Cheryl, reached out, and fondled her breasts. I lurched and struggled against the goons holding me. "Get away from her, you bastard!"

"Oh, I'll get something more than 'away' from her." He pulled open her blouse. Cheryl screeched and struggled, but she, too, was held securely by Taquadama's thugs. He brought her beautiful breasts out into the open air, and I heard gasps of appreciation from the Neanderthal gallery.

The bastard rubbed them, kneaded them, teasing her nipples. All the while Cheryl struggled and screamed, but he got her--her nipples stiffened up into aroused points, and I knew she was fighting a growing horniness. I knew my Cheryl. I could always turn her on by teasing her firm, luscious titties.

He addressed his men. "Strip her!"

"Hey, you bastard! I'll ******* you!"

"Oh, my big, tough, American cop, I think you're the one looking down the barrel of a gun." He turned back to Cheryl as they pulled off her slacks, then her panties. She was naked. Blushing all over.

"Me, Gringo, I think I will look down her barrel." He turned to her. "Do you like to suck cock, baby?" With that, he pulled down his zipper and fetched out something I didn't think was possible.

What a cock! The shaft was like a waterpipe, and hardening, the damned thing was so heavy, it sagged a good foot away from his body but in a huge arc up to the level of his belly-button!

It was inhuman. Like a horse. The big cockhead was a fucking planet, a moon in fixed orbit!

I watched stunned--an itchy little thought in the back of my mind was, in a strange, eerie way, glad I got a chance to see it. Biggest fucking cock in the world, probably. And Cheryl is going to suck that.

Fuck! I snapped out of it! They're going to make Cheryl suck that!

As he lowered his pants, the thing swelled even bigger, if that were possible, and like it vacuumed the air out of the room, I couldn't breathe. Poor Cheryl! Look at that thing! I watched as it jerked and jumped while Taquadama's goons pushed Cheryl down to her knees and her face closer to it.

He stepped out of his pants and lurched his hips toward her--and the huge cockhead touched her lips. She made a face, no doubt smelling the maleness of the guy, and I fought against the guys holding me. "You let her go, you ladyfuckers! I'll come back here with the whole goddamned US Army!"

"Oh, I don't think so, Yanqui."

I heard one of the men holding Cheryl hiss to her, "Open up, baby--that's it." Then to the other, "Sí, he's got her now."

The poor woman breathed what I figured was the rotten-crotch smell of the man, and Cheryl appeared to weaken (sickened, probably) or at least realizing the hopelessness of her situation. Her tongue darted out to explore him. She tried it again, and a crystal-clear drop of precum appeared at his piss-slit. Unable to see it with her mouth so close, she scooped up the drop with the next touch of her tongue, and I saw her gasp and back off, astonished.

Then, incredibly, she opened her mouth and tasted him, completely spreading her jaws. So wide it had to be painful. I felt a lurch in my own crotch as Cheryl took Taquadama's huge cock into her mouth. She let out a moan!



Was that a moan of distress--or of pleasure?



I bit my lip. For some reamister my cock was hard in my pants, and to my discomfort and fury, that magic pleasure-spot just under my cockhead rubbed up against a fold in my underwear, stimulating me dizzy.

Cheryl's first taste of Taquadama was unbelievable. She looked like she was going crazy over it. Sucking and slurping, moving all over it.

It was too big, impossible for her to get into her mouth, but she licked and slurped over every inch, teasing his foreskin forward and back with her teeth, licking inside it, teasing his piss-slit.

My own cock slimed the inside of my underwear. Cheryl was hot.

Taquadama lunged his cock harder in her mouth as I struggled against the thugs holding me--but at the same time, as the precum-wet fold in my underwear continued to rub the crown of my cockhead--the uncontrollable rubbing driving me crazy--one side of my mind was desperate to save my wife from the degradation, the other side was aroused, fascinated at how fucking lucky she was to lick up the man's cappuccino from a rod so huge.

I was desperate. How could she not want a huge package like that? I could only stare.

Taquadama was hung better than any man I'd ever seen. Legs like a bull. Buttocks like light brown footballs. Hard. With that sexy little dimple at the top of each one.

"Try harder, baby," he crooned to Cheryl, and I suddenly realized he was trying to deep-throat her! And a thrill shot through me when I realized she was trying, too! With a new effort, fighting her gag reflex, Cheryl managed it!

I was in a world of madness! Like a snake's jaws unhinging, Cheryl's mouth spread out to an insane size, and she swallowed it!! I was astounded! It was impossible!

She was swallowing a cock as big as my forearm! And for as distended as her mouth looked, Cheryl didn't seem to be in pain. She was enjoying it!

Taquadama sank the huge cock all the way down her throat! Jesus, that must stick all the way down to her stomach! "Yes, baby, that's it! Now with affection," he purred, and he pulled the giant organ back out. Like pulling out an elephant's trunk.

The smell of sex was so strong I breathed it in from where I struggled in the grip of the goons. Spicy tang, the odor of balls, of sperm--and of pussy!

My heart sank. She does like it.

"Again, baby." Once more the giant cock sank down Cheryl's throat. She had learned how to do it. "Good, honey, that's good." I was aghast.

"Ohhh, enough of this, baby." Taquadama breathed harder as he pulled out the big, brown cock. "I want to get to know you better." My testicles hurt so bad, I shifted from one foot to another. I'd never seen anything so erotic in my life.

But I still yelled, "Wait! Please! Don't!"

"Don't you worry, cop. Bring her over to the couch, Miguel. I'm getting more of this gringa bitch!"



Fuck, he's going to **** her. Really fuck her. And she's not on the pill--we'd been trying to have a baby--and he'll surely get her pregnant. Exactly how I knew that, I didn't know, but I was desperate. I had to do something!

What? Oh, NO! I suddenly realized that in the growing ecstasy of being fucked, I was actually thrusting my ass back against him! I was so fucking embarrassed, I sputtered, catching my breath.

I looked up, across the room at Cheryl. She stared back like she was magictized. Pupils dilated. I could see the vein in her neck pulsing.

The thug standing behind her fondled her tits, and she didn't struggle. Didn't even seem to notice it.

She wasn't looking into my eyes, though. I followed her look and realized she was looking down. At my cock. I looked down, too. Oh, my god in heaven! I had the biggest hardon I had ever seen! Cheryl always purred that I belonged in a stable, and I was sorta proud of my cock--I had a good six inches hard. But what throbbed between my legs was a distended, bloated thing that had to be a result of the madness Taquadama had driven me to! Seven inches? Eight? And so thick it hurt!

I knew that pain. Cousin to the pain in my asshole. I knew what it would lead to. It was pleasure! Oh, no! PLEASE GOD, NO! I couldn't cum in front of these men!

But it was happening. Like the slowly growing roar of a bowling ball rolling down the lane, an orgasm grew in my testicles, and although I did succeed in kicking my legs and struggling in Taquadama's grasp, I couldn't get loose. To the loud crash of pins exploding in all directions, my whole body caught fire, and I rocketed up through the ceiling, my body fizzing into a rainbow of glorious, stupefying, lighting-bolts of ecstasy!

And in case nobody had noticed, I raised hot, white flags of surrender in sputtering shots that arced into the air and splattered onto the floor in presentation. I was broken. Made to cum from being fucked in the ass. My hands hadn't touched my cock

I was ashamed, and in one corner of my brain, I wept--Taquadama had made a clown of me, tapped my own sexual urges to spotlight what a weak little worm I was and how I couldn't keep my dignity and manhood with his pocket-battleship rammed up my ass. I was undone.

I looked up again at Cheryl, and she still stared back like a zombie. Then I saw something I'd missed. Her legs were slightly spread, and I suddenly realized that she was moving--bumped from the humping man behind her. Cheryl was getting fucked up the ass!

Up her asshole! Just like Taquadama was drilling me! "Taqua--dama, bastard--lied me--fuckin' Cheryl--anyway--" I could hardly talk, too fucked out, still floating in the afterglow of the monster orgasm he just drove me into.

But my session wasn't over. He hadn't reached his climax. I was pissed, though. The ladyfucker had lied to me. I wanted to get it over with as fast as possible. It didn't hurt any more--Hell, it was a sensation I didn't want to admit was so rapturous--so I did everything I could think of to get him off and out. I clenched my asshole around his shaft--when he grunted in pleasure I felt a satisfaction. I can manipulate you, too, boy.

I wriggled my ass around his cock, giving him new angles of penetration, new angles of stimulation. He groaned at that, too.

I decided to talk dirty to him. It seemed the natural thing to do. "That big cock--split me in half--fuck me, you big bastard--come on, cum in me!--pump me full!" Damn, where did all that come from? I didn't think it out, it just came out of me.



But it worked. He started humping like a hound dog, and Ohmigod, NO! My ass-clenches, wriggling, and dirty talk had turned me on, too! I was building up to another orgasm!



No! Men don't do that! Only bitches do multiple orgasms! As the fire of irresistible pleasure swept over me, I heard Taquadama's voice in my ear, "You my bitch now, Gringo?"

"N-no!" But then--Ohmigod, AHHHH--he hit something in me like a stick of dynamite, a turbocharge for the orgasm! BLAM! Like a bomb went off inside my head, I went crazy! Insane! Everything went red, and I didn't know if I was conscious or out cold!

Taquadama's voice came through the haze like a foghorn. "You my bitch, Gringo?"

"Yeah!--oh, god, yeah!--Anything--anything you want--Just fuck me!--Fuck meeee!--"

I surrendered totally. And something worse: I glowed with sexual fires I'd never experienced before. After years of marriage, Cheryl had never taken me to the heights this Mexican felon had skyrocketed me to in his very first fuck!



And still worse: I didn't want it to end. All of a sudden I didn't want him to finish--I wanted him to fuck me all night long.

When I could see again, I raised my eyes. As my vision focused, I saw what I couldn't believe. The man in back still fucked Cheryl up her ass, but another Tijuana hood had approached her from the front, and his ass humping mightily, I knew Cheryl was getting it in both holes. And when I saw her face, I knew both of us had been broken.

Her expression was like an angel in a stained glass window, a beatific face as she was lifted up to heaven.

Exhausted from my second orgasm, I stood patiently, waiting for Taquadama to finish. It seemed like he had been fucking me for hours. But I loved it. Even though my climax had passed, the well-lubricated in-out of his huge cock kept me at full stretch, at pain-pleasure, and the friction of the greasy passage kept my asshole--I could think of no other word for it--purring.

And he delivered me into the final offense. When I heard his impassioned groan and felt a warm swelling inside me, I knew he was cumming, and just that knowledge--the boss is cumming in me--shot me into another shameful climax!

I let out a long, low moan, and as Taquadama finished his orgasm, letting go of me and pushing me away, I ejaculated great spurts of white slime as I fell onto the floor at his feet. I splattered semen over myself as I collapsed into an exhausted, fucked-out pile.

About then I heard Cheryl's familiar soprano scream, her sign of orgasm, and bred in both holes, I saw streams of jizz running down her legs. When her two fuckers backed away from her, she, too, fell to the floor in a totally-used pile.

I looked up. Taquadama cinched up his belt, smiling down at me like Ghenghis Kahn. He had conquered me. That giant cock had beat a confession out of me. I'd heard myself say it. He'd fucked me. Made me like it. And I'd said so.

Told him I wanted to be his bitch.

I felt like cuckolds brownie. But at the same time, almost like I had finally popped into the hole that perfectly fit me, I realized what I was born for--not to fuck Cheryl, but to be fucked by Taquadama!



Incredible. He really made me his bitch.

Two of the goons pulled me over to the side of the room, where I sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall, slowly regaining my strength.

It wasn't over for Cheryl, though.

Taquadama, his cock amazingly up, big, and hard again, walked over to where she lay on the floor. He dropped his pants again, sank to his knees, rolled her over onto her back, and--Oh, god, no!--he spread her legs, lifted them up onto his shoulders, and--

EEEEEEEEEEEE!

Cheryl screamed like I did. Taquadama shoved his monster up her already sore pussy. Still slimy from the lube and sperm pumped into her, he slid into her more easily than he had gotten my cherry, and after the pain of the initial stretch, Cheryl settled into purring little whimpers as he slammed in her--ah--ah--ah--ah--ah!

And when he got his gun--from the tight clenchings of his buttocks I knew he was cumming in her--Cheryl took his load with another howl of ecstasy, jerking under him like in a fit. Taquadama's hands gripped both her tits--it had to be painful--but the look on her face was pure bliss.

He'd done it. He was The Man. Broke us both. My wife and I were Taquadama's whores. I wished it weren't true, but I knew: I could not refuse to do anything that man told me to. That giant cock up my ass made me his slave. And I could see the same dullness in Cheryl's eyes. He had fucked her into his property, too.

They let us go.

He knew he had broken me. I knew he knew. I expected some orders: "Tell me where the border police will be checking." "Carry these bags of cocaine over the border." Even "fix my parking tickets in San Diego."

But nothing. They gave us back our clothes and walked us out to our car. We drove away. No one bothered us all the way to the border.

We made it through the border check like zombies. "Anything to declare?"

"No, nothing."

We drove home without speaking. We already knew more than we could admit, more than we could express. We had nothing to say to each other. We were in a new world. We were different people. Cum-sluts.

Life at home was suddenly hell. We talked like robots, almost in monotones. About anything but Mexico. We didn't go out to dinner anymore. I came home, sat down in front of the television with a beer until time for dinner. Cheryl made something fabulous, of course, but it tasted like cardboard. Everything did.

I went back to the police station the following Monday. I did my duty. Continued my patrols. Rode my motorcycle. Gave tickets. But like I was a puppet. Not real. Like I was a mole, a plant. Taquadama's spy in the SDPD.

Cheryl and I didn't have sex for 10 days. Never gone that long before. And when I finally got her turned on enough and crawled over her to mount, my face burned hot with shame--I couldn't get fully hard! I stroked myself furiously, trying desperately to reach full hardness, but I couldn't--like a teenager out in the Minnesota woods on a winter day, beating the meat in the snowy forest--or trying to--the weather just too cold to get a hardon.

Finally, miraculously, I got it hard enough to stick in, and I did--Please god, let it get harder once I'm inside her! And it did. With a great sigh of relief inside, I figured I would be able to make it.

Not long after I'd begun--what, two hours?--there was a knock at the door. It was Cheryl. She didn't say a word. Neither did they. As I lay on the couch in my eleventy-leventh double-fuck, she looked at me, peeled off her T-shirt (no bra) and her shorts (no panties). Without a word, she took on two of the men who had been waiting for another go at me.

We spent the whole night there. I didn't blow any of them, but I got so much sperm pumped into me, I swear I could taste cum in the back of my throat.

At sunrise, Taquadama himself wandered into the room in a bathrobe takeing a cup of coffee. "You two a good pair of bitches, no cabe duda."

Still panting from my last orgasm, "Not--my fault--your sex potion--powdered sperm all over me--what else--could I do?--"

He smiled and sat down. "How did you know it was my sperm?"

"What else--make me so fuck-takes?--"

"Gringo, you are a natural whore, ¿no es asi? Deal with it, bitch." He leaned down to me, lowering his voice. "You wanted to be my whore so bad, your mind grabbed any handle, man." He smiled. "That stuff they threw on you? Vanilla cake mix, man. They threw flour and sugar over you."



Huh?



"You are a cum-slut, man. Face it. You wanted to get fucked so bad, your head let you believe you'd been haveged." He chuckled. "You fucked all my men with only a mouthful of cake mix!"

And so collapsed the last shred of my self-respect. I looked over at Cheryl, wriggling under her two lovers, and I realized we'd hit bottom.

They let us go, of course. Taquadama told me to tell him of border raids I might hear about but especially to "happen by" the border crossing when his shipments came over.

I did. I was his bitch. On those days when I "happened by" the border crossing, I waited until I spotted the red Chevy panel truck, the green Toyota pickup, or whatever in the distance. Then I slapped the chief inspector on the shoulder. "Hey, let me buy you a cup of coffee. I want to ask you about blah-blah..." He was the guy who always found the stuff, and I kept him diverted until the shipment had passed through.

Cheryl and I had other duties. One of the bennies of working for the Tijuana gang was freebie fucks of a San Diego policeman and his wife at their home. I began to buy tequila by the case and sex-lube by the truckload. I got double-plugged at least four times a week, and Cheryl got it even more.

Life became sorta normal. She cooked the California Cuisine meals. We went to the movies. Went to the beach. Rode the trolley.

But we never fucked again. Couldn't please each other. I couldn't fill both her holes, and she couldn't fill mine. We were helpless. Two stretched-out, double-craving, horny whores who lived mainly in anxious waiting for our next horny visitors.

Then one morning it happened. "Good morning! Our KFMB News Flash this morning is a report of a massive gang assassination in Tijuana! Our reporter Rick García has the story!"

"Hi, Bill, it's true. Mexican authorities in Tijuana report that nearly the whole Taquadama Gang has been wiped out in an overnight slaughter."

Cheryl and I raced to the television!

"According to sources, the massive hit was in revenge by the Sinaloa Gang, who have been trying to cut into Tijuana for many months. The bodies of Arturo Taquadama and four of his chieftains were identified among the dead..."

I looked at Cheryl. Her face was white. I figured mine was, too.

"What are we going to do??" Her voice was a desperate hiss.

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My Wife, Elsa is 18 years younger than I am and was 32
years old at the time. She is a slim Asian lady, good
looking and a good wife.

I had been married before and often "swung" during my
first marriage. Elsa was shy but to please me, despite
going red faced at first, would flash her pubes while
driving in the car to truckers driving past us. This
gave me a thrill and also eventually a thrill to Elsa.

Then I introduced another male (A friend of mine named
Frank) into our relationship. Elsa just flashed him at
first, but after a while went further. It was a
dominant male I knew. He wouldn't take no for an
answer; Elsa did not intend it to go all the way but
Frank just took over and before long had her stripped
naked and adopting pose's for him. I think she was to
scared of him to refuse and when he laid her down and
fucked her that first time she was to humiliated to
fight him off.

We had several encounters afterwards with Frank and
with a few other males. It was a turn on for me, seeing
another male fuck her, and also seeing her
embarrassment by the situation.

**

I wont go in to it too much detail, but I did some
thing wrong; I broke a law I shouldn't have, but
thought I'd just get a fine! In court, I got sentenced
to one year in jail. I was sent to Maximum-security
jail at first, but after three months there, was
transferred to an open primister (Primister farm). It was
over crowded and most of the inmates were Black!

They seemed to run the jails; the warders never
bothered them and were in fact scared of them. The
blacks ran protection rings in there and if you fought
with one black male all of them would gang up on you.

One of my friends (Wayne, a white guy) ran foul of the
boss of the blacks, Khan was his name, well Wayne got
such a hiding he was sent to hospital and when he was
fit, decided to go back to Maximum security jail rather
than go through it again. The warders knew who'd done
it, but nothing happened.

I was still in the dormitory at the time Khan picked on
me, he asked for a cigarette, but he took all of my
tobacco and papers, I protested and before I knew it
was on the ground getting a kicking. A screw turned the
corner and saw us, but turned round and walked away!

The next day another black (Kevin), started a fight
with me for no reamister, this time I did give him a good
whack, but later that evening a group of them got me in
the showers and I ended up with a black eye and bruised
balls. Now I was living on the edge with nowhere to go.

Visiting was on weekends, open contact visits, people
sat in groups or as couples with only one screw
watching them, The area was close to 3 acres so you
could have a grope and kiss and somewhat more with no
problems.

When my wife Elsa saw me, she was shocked; she knew
what had happened to my friend Wayne. I told her not to
worry because I only had a few months to go before
parole.

After a while I went to get some coffee for us and
while I was gone, Khan and a couple of other blacks
went over to Elsa, he warned her that I could get hurt,
really hurt! But if she smuggled in a carton of smokes
at the next visit, he would protect me.

She agreed and was told to come early and put them in
the back of the gardener's shed on a shelf, the shed
was right by the car park visitor's toilets. Also, he
told her not to tell me about it, he said that it was
their secret.

As I came back with the coffee I saw Khan leaving, Elsa
told me he had just asked how she was and where she was
from. I didn't think anymore about it at the time, Elsa
is a pretty Asian, cute, 5' tall and attracts a lot of
interest from most men.

During the week I was moved to the main block and had
to share a cell with a black male. That was OK, but I
was nearly opposite Khans cell. I was left alone the
following week, but I kept as low a profile as
possible. I didn't know it at the time but my permisteral
possessions were not permisteral, the black that I shared
my cell with used to go through my permisteral stuff while
I was away doing my assigned work duty.

Elsa was very quiet when she visited me that next
weekend. I knew some thing was wrong, She pulled away
when I kissed her, but I thought it was just me being
in primister that was getting to her. Once she found out
that I was OK, she bucked up and was back to her old-
self again before she left.

The next week, we were sitting down on the grass to
talk, some distance from any one else. When Khan and
three blacks came and sat with us, he sat in between
Elsa and me, and asked if it was OK to join us for a
while. I couldn't say no without causing trouble. He'd
brought us some cans of coke and was being friendly. He
chatted for a while as if he was my best friend, then
he asked me to get some more cokes from the fridge in
the canteen. I was not too pleased to be treated like a
servant, but thought, anything to keep things from
getting ugly in front of my wife!

I arrived back with the Coke's; Elsa was sitting there,
blushing between the blacks.
They drank the Cokes I'd brought, chatted some more
then they left leaving us in peace. Laying beside her
and trying not to look too obvious I slide my hand up
Elsa's dress, despite her trying to stop me. I was
surprised and pleased to find she had no panties on! I
commented about it, thinking she had done it for me.
But when I touched her cunt, it was dripping wet. Too
wet to be just excitement.

She then told me what had been happening over the last
two weeks.

She told me that Khan had told her to hide some
cigarettes in the gardener's shed before visiting time.
She had gone there after making sure no one had seen
her. But as she went inside Khan had followed her and
locked the door behind him.

Khan was a big man 6' 4" tall and broad. He calmly told
Elsa to undo her top, that he wanted to see her tits.
Fearing him she did as he commanded. He stepped up to
her and felt her tits and kissed them, which only made
him hornier.

Next he ordered her to raise her dress, she hesitated,
but Khan threatened to hurt me if she didn't do as she
was told.

She lifted her dress, and he ripped off her panties.
Pushing her up against the wall of the shed he fingered
her. That's all he did at first, but soon he had his
cock out. Elsa was pushed down onto the floor and had
to suck his cock. Then he held her down and fucked her.
When he was finished he told her to go and not to say a
word to me if she wanted me to keep on living. He
wouldn't return her panties to her no matter how she
pleaded with him.

Much the same thing had happened before this visit, but
this time she had to strip naked for him in the shed.
She had to given him a blowjob and then he fucked her
again. Afterward he had wiped her cunt with her panties
and took them as a trophy.

Elsa said that when Khan had came over to us during the
visit, while I was getting the Cokes he had made her
show her cunt to the other blacks that were with him.
Then let one of them finger her. She said it was only
because they saw me coming back that he'd stopped the
other two from touching her.

She pleaded with me, not to tell Khan that she had told
me what had happened to her. She said he had told her
that he knew her address from the letters she'had sent
me, and that he might have her hurt if she told me.

I was so angry by what had happen to my baby, but at
the same time I found myself strangely turned on by it
all. I noticed that Elsa was handling it very well. I
asked how she felt?

She told me the first time she had been really
frightened and very humiliated, but once she found out
he was not going to beat her up, she was still shocked,
humiliated and embarrassed but she felt that she could
take his advances.

Just before she left, again she asked me again, not to
say anything to Khan. I remember thinking how helpless
I felt, but at the same time the more I thought about
my little woman being taken by that huge black man the
more turned on I got.

At dinner that night, I looked at Khan while we were
lining up, trying to imagine him fucking my little
Elsa. That night it was all I could think about. I know
that I must have kept my cellmate awake with all the
jacking off I did during the night.

Over the next few days, the men who hung out with Khan
made sly remarks about Elsa (Things like, "Has she got
a nice bush?" "Is she as tight as she looks?" and "I
bet you can't wait to get home and fuck her brains out,
I bet she's a good fuck.") Most of them said that to
all the crims, but I knew that they were aware that
Khan had fucked my wife and she had been made to flash
her cunt to each of them.

They were taunting me. One of the bastard's was the one
I whacked; a fucking little prick aged about 18 years
who's name was Kevin. I was seething and decided to see
Khan when he was on his own.

I had it all planed out; I thought if he found out that
I knew, he would stop! I told him that what he'd done
to my wife was ****, but if it stopped now I'd keep my
mouth shut.

He just laughed at me, then said that he hadn't ****
her, that she'd done it willingly. He said that she was
the one who went to the shed knowing she'd be getting
fucked!

In desperation I asked him if he would keep the others
out of it, that I didn't want my pretty little wife
gangbanged. He looked me in the eye and grinned, "No,"
he said, "we share what we got around here! You can
watch them finger her cunt and watch her take it. If
you're a good boy I might let you finger her after the
others are done. Now fuck off and don't bother me again.


When I left, I realized I should have kept quiet. I
knew he would go out of his way to humiliate us. Now I
knew what was going to happen I could only think about
my sweet wife and what I'd done.

Later that evening, he called me over to his cell, his
friends were there watching his TV, he held out Elsa's
panty's with his cum stains on them. "Do you recognize
these," he asked. He threw them to me, "Keep em, I have
these, he held up another pair of her panties," also
stained.

Fucking black little cuckolds brownie, Kevin asked him if he could
have my wife's panty's. Khan told me to give him the
ones that he'd thrown to me. The cuckolds brownie held them up to
his nose, laughing and said, "Fuck man I sure hope
she's early next week."

I think if I'd a gun right then I would have shot all
of them.

I was dreading my wife's next visit; I hoped that she
wouldn't turn up. As much as I wanted to see her I
didn't think that I could take much more of this.

On the day, I had mixed feelings, I knew Khan would
fuck her before I got to see her, but strangely I was
turned on by the thought of it. It disgusted me that I
had these feelings, but I did, and I waited in
breathless anticipation.

When at last Elsa and I were able to talk, she said
Khan had yelled at her for telling me, then said he'd
really hurt me bad if she said anything more to anyone.

She had promised him that she would do anything he told
her to do. She had worn a dress that buttoned down the
front, no bra and now after seeing Khan, no panties.
Her faced was flushed, I could tell that she'd had
climax. I could always tell by the flush on her cheeks.

She gave me the news from home, but within 20 minutes
Khan and his friends turned up to put a damper on
things. Elsa went bright red as Khan sat down. "Sit
down there," he told the others, "You can see a lot
better that way."

I was sitting next to Elsa. Khan told me to move
opposite her and him. I hesitated, but knew that he was
in charge so I did as he said.

"Pull your knees up," he told her, "and spread your
legs!"

She did as he said.

"Wider!"

I could see the cum running out of her gaping cunt. I
knew that she'd cum too, that Khan had cum in her and
had brought her off at the same time. I was sick
inside, and somehow more excited than I can remember
being in a long time.

Elsa was red faced; the other blacks had a good look at
her cum soaked pussy. That fuckhead Kevin moved to her
side, then smiling at me calmly started to finger her
cunt in front of everyone. His fingers were soon
covered in cum, he wiped them on her dress, the other
blacks then had a turn at fingering her while I
watched.

Khan told us all to move closer in a group, and then
told me to finger my wife! Then Kevin sat down next to
her, Khan told Elsa to move closer to him and get his
cock out, she did as she was told and played with it.
Khan watched them for a while then he told one of the
others to keep a look out. He told me to lie next to
Kevin to block the view of anyone who might look our
way. It was like I was in a dream, it was unreal, I was
sitting there watching them play with my pretty little
wife and I couldn't do a thing about it.

Then Kevin had her tits out on show and was kissing
them. He gave her love bites around her nipples, while
fingering her. Elsa was still stroking his cock as she
had been told. I jumped when that fucker Kevin pushed
my wife's head down to his erect cock. Khan gripped me
and looked threateningly into my eyes. He smiled and
pushed me down closer to them so I was only inches from
the action.

Elsa was nearly obligation as he pushed her head hard down
on his cock. He was moving her head in his hands,
almost masturbating with her, and when he came he held
her head there for what seemed like ages, pulling her
down hard to his groin sinking deep into her throat.
The fucker smiled at me and asked if I was jealous?

Finally he released her hair and as she got up I could
see that her lips and chin was smeared with his cum.

Khan laughed and said, "I told you she gave good head."
Kevin looked at me and laughed.

Time was getting on, so Elsa fixed herself up the best
she could and I walked her to the gate. When I kissed
her good bye, we both hesitated then kissed hard and
long. All the time I was thinking about Kevin's cock
cumming in her mouth only 10 minutes before.

After dinner, Khan, sent one of the blacks to bring me
to his cell, they were all there.
He told me what he had made Elsa do in the shed and
that she had cum, "She likes black cock don't she? Did
you see the way she sucked Kev's cock. And she
swallowed every bit of it. Good thing we're looking
after her sex life for you. Kevin gave me two packets
of smokes for that blowjob! Well worth it I'd say."
Khan said.

They were trying to humiliate me. And they were, but
also the visions that went through my mind were turning
me on at the same time!

All week, they stirred me about, telling me what was
going to happen during the next visit. Each one of his
men had asked Khan if they could get a blowjob from my
wife. And Kevin now wanted to fuck her too. He said he
would be willing to pay Khan anything.

When Elsa went to the shed during the next visit, Khan
and Kevin were there waiting for her. Again she had to
strip naked, and while Khan fucked her, she sucked
Kevin's cock.

When Khan finished with my wife it was Kevin's turn to
fucked her. After he'd cum in her she dressed then met
me in the visitor's yard. She told me what Kevin had
done and how he had fucked her really hard and rough.
She didn't like him because he took great delight in
humiliating her.

She said she still had bite marks on her breasts from
last weeks visit, caused by Kevin.
He wanted to fuck her arse, but Khan had stopped him.
He said that would cost another carton of smokes, which
Kevin didn't have.

This time they left Elsa and I alone for about 40
minutes before they all turned up. They sat down with
us and Khan said, "OK Elsa, do your thing!"

Elsa, with no hesitation spread her legs wide exposing
herself, Khan told me to have a feel of her cunt, and
said she was so wet when she saw both of them there,
that his cock just slipped in! "I think she was happy
to see us!"

I fingered her as ordered; she was very wet and full of
cum. It even ran down my hand. "Clean her up!" Khan
demanded. I used my hankie to wipe at her cunt, Khan
who was sitting on the other side of us, felt her. "Ok!
Now move away and let the others have a go at her. Sit
over there, so you can see your wife perform better
then."

I did as I was told.

They were getting bolder with each visit, her dress was
open at the front down to her waist, her tits on
display. As luck would have it, most of the people were
a long way away and too busy with there visiting to
worry about us.

The other two blacks got a blowjob from my wife that
day while we all huddled round her.
Kevin was horny at the sight of all this (as I was) and
also got a blowjob from her. I decided to ask Khan, if
I could get some head too. Would they cover for me?

He thought that was funny. Me asking. "Yeah, Ok," he
said after pausing for a minute to think about the
irony. "Get round boys let hubby get his."

I tried to get beside Elsa, but he pointed to her
exposed cunt. Get down there! You wanted a head job,
right?. Do it."

I refused, I just couldn't lick her cunt with all those
black guy's cum running out of it.

"Do it fucker, do it now!" Khan yelled.

I hesitated. Khan grabbed my head by the hair and
pushed my face down in to her sloppy cunt. "Now fucking
lick it. Don't you want it any more, now that it's had
some black cock?"

I could smell their cum and her odor, I licked her; she
was looking down at me and I knew that she was getting
hot; she pushed her cunt to me. The whole situation was
so depraved, I just kept thinking about her and the
black cocks fucking her, and of both our offense at
their hands.

The next few visits, were much the same. I tried to
talk Elsa out of coming any more, but she just said
that she was afraid not to. Each time she came Khan and
Kevin fucked her in the shed, then the other blacks
fingered her in the visitor's compound and they
received blowjobs from her too.

That fucker Khan even had her the last day I was there.
Elsa had come to pick me up at 12 noon just before
lunch. But she had to meet him and Kevin in the shed
before seeing me. They'd told her that she had to do it
or they'd send someone around to our place to get even.

This time she had to take it in the cunt and arse. Khan
in the cunt and Kevin in the arse, both at the same
time. Kevin gave her "love" bites on her tits and
around her cunt area, "Just to remind him," he told
her.

She told me later on the drive home what they had done
to her. As soon as I got her home, I took her straight
to bed, stripped her naked and just looked at her body.
Her cunt and arse were still dripping with cum.

I couldn't wait any longer, I just plunged my cock in
to the slimy mess and thought of Khan and Kevin who had
been fucking her cunt and arse an hour before and all
the blowjobs she given over the last few month's. With
my frantic pounding Elsa climaxed immediately, and
pushed me off and moved down and sucked me dry. I was
amazed at how good of a cocksucker she'd become.

I had never been able to fuck her in the arse before,
but now after what Khan and Kevin had done to her she
was quiet willing to let me do it to her.

For the next, few months that was all we talked about
in bed, with Elsa going over the events in the shed in
minuet detail. It was a real turn on for her, and me.
Having a dominant black male taking advantage of the
situation, then displaying her to his friends for their
use and enjoyment.

It became a fixation with us; we talked about
recreating the situation with another black male and
finally deci

to advertise in the local swinger
magazine. We even got a few replies, but Elsa always
backed out each time with an excuse of some kind.

Then one-day fate took a hand. I was still on parole
and attending session. Elsa had decided to wait outside
of the building. To her shock, Khan walked out after
having had his meeting and talked to her like an old
friend!

Once again Khan just took control of the situation. By
the time I was done with my meeting with the parole
officer he had told Elsa that he would come home with
us for a while.
I told him, that we had things to do, maybe another
time, maybe?

But, He insisted, and got into the car beside my wife.
Again the fear came flooding back. I went cold. Elsa
was very quiet too. Reluctantly, we agreed to take him
home with us. I felt humiliated by the fact that Khan
had again scared me into letting him use my wife again.

As we entered our house I had a cold sensation come
over me. I knew what was going to happen and I knew I
couldn't stop it! Elsa was red faced and breathing hard
with fear, she too knew the situation was out of our
control. I sat at the kitchen table, but Khan just
asked where the bedroom was, and told Elsa to show him.

I followed quietly feeling like I was the intruder
here. He sat on the bed, "OK; I want you to strip off,
slowly for me Elsa," he said, "no rush!" Elsa looked at
me. "Don't worry about him," Khan said.

She removed her blouse and skirt, then, hesitated. She
just had her bra and panties on and
was about to undo her bra, when Khan told her to stop!
"Let him do it," he said. "Get behind her and remove
her bra for me."

I felt totally humiliated. But I undid her bra,
exposing her tits to his view. "Play with them," he
told me; "I want her nice and ready for me."

I fondled her breast, "OK, now her panties."

I slid her panties down her smooth legs, and then
removed them.

"Finger her," he said.

I did.

"Pull her open," he said, "is she wet?" he asked?

I replied numbly, "Yes she is."

He called her over to him. Then started fingered her.
"Mmmm yes, very wet," he laughed. He stood up, and then
told her to undress him. "You can go and get me a
beer," he said to me.

I left the bedroom, just as Elsa was removing his
trousers. When I returned, he was sitting on the edge
of the bed and Elsa was kneeling down between his legs
sucking his big black cock. "Don't you knock?" He said.

I said nothing, but I could see he was trying to
humiliate me some more.

He gulped down the beer, then, stood up, Elsa stopped
sucking his cock. "Get on that bed and spread your legs
wide for me," he told her. His cock was as black as
coal even blacker than he was.

Elsa did not make eye contact with me; she lay on her
back and opened her legs wide for Khan. Just looking at
her there, totally exposed and waiting for him to fuck
her I got an erection.

He finished his beer, threw the can on the floor. Then
told me to get another one for after he was done with
my wife.

This time when I returned I stood at the door (my door)
and knocked!

"Ok come."

I entered, he was on top of Elsa, fucking her. I put
the beer down. "Ok," he said, "you can go now."

I hesitated.

"Fuck off asshole, I'll call you when I want
something," growled dangerously at me.

I left and closed the door...

Humilier par ...Vendue à Henri par Paul


Paul m'avait recontacté pour nos petites affaires. Je ne l'avais pas revu depuis la dernière fois. J'étais très gênée. Autant, il était presque repoussant, autant, chaque fois que nous avions fait l'amour ensemble, j'avais été comblée. Cette fois, le rendez-vous était un restaurant. Je n'avais pas envie d'y aller mais m'y rendis quand même finalement. A ma grande surprise, Paul était accompagné d'un autre homme qu'il me présenta comme un ancien collègue. Effectivement, Henri était grimisternant un peu bedonant aussi. Son ventre gonflait sa chemise et quelques poils apparaissant entre les pans de la chemise qui avait du mal à rester entièrement dans mister pantalon. Quand je m'assis, il dit à Paul que j'étais encore plus jeune et plus jolie que dans les descriptions que Paul lui avait faite de moi. Nous mangeâmes et burent beaucoup. Beaucoup trop pour moi car je les suivis à l'hôtel.
Là, Paul fit quelque chose qui me surprit rofondément et me choqua. Henri lui glissa quelques billets dans la poche puis Paul partit, me laissant seule avec Henri. Il m'avait vendu. Trop estomaquée, je rentrais dans la chambre. Henri entra avec moi et ferma la porte à clef. Il me dit : « A toi de jouer maintenant. Au travail. » Il se déshabilla sans attendre. Son ventre proéminent était gonflé comme un ballon, il ne pouvait plus voir sa queue frippée qui pendouillait entre ses jambes décharnées. Il avait dû être musclé, mais ses pectoraux n'étaient plus qu'une masse de chair flasque, comme des seins mous. Pourtant, j'acceptais mon sort. Je me mis à genou et pris sa queue entre mes mains avant de l'introduire dans ma bouche. Elle sentait l'urine, c'était horrible. « Continue ma petite salope dit-il ». Ces mots crus me firent monter les larmes aux yeux. En même temps, je commençais à mouiller. C'est ce qui m'horrifiait le plus. J'éprouvais du plaisir au fond de moi. Il commença à bander. Je retirais mon jean et ma culotte et me mis à quatre pattes sur le lit en chaussette. « C'est bien, tu es sage, je vais te récompenser ma petite. » Il était abjecte, mais lorsqu'il me pénétra une vague de plaisir s'empara de moi et je jouis lors de ses premiers va et vient. Il jouit aussi très rapidement en grognant. Ensuite, alors que je m'apprétais à prendre une douche, il me fit signe de venir. Il était allongé sur le lit. Il dirigea ma tête vers mister entrejambe et me fis nettoyer sa queue, puis il voulut que je lui suce les testicules et finalement lui lèche l'anus. Comme sa queue, mister cul avait une odeur écoeurante. Il me força pourtant à le pénétrer avec ma langue. J'avais envie de vomir mais je mouillais, ce dont il se rendit compte en me pénétrant avec ses doigts. Il continua ses va et vient dans mon vagin et me fit jouir.
Enfin, exténuée, je pus aller me doucher et je me sauvais.
J'allais directement chez Paul pour m'expliquer avec lui. Je le trouvais dans mister salon vêtu d'un peignoir. Je lui décrivis ce qui s'était passé. Il me sourit, en me disant : « Mais finalement, tu as aimé, c'est ce qui compte. » Les larmes me vinrent aux yeux. « Comme ce qui va se passer maintenant. » Sur ces paroles, il m'atira vers lui, m'embrassa. Et comme à l'accoutumée, je jouis quand il me sodomisa...

Le lendemain matin, je me réveillais dans le lit de Paul. J'étais très gênée et un peu honteuse. Il était beaucoup moins charmeur au réveil avec mister front dégarni et sa bedaine. Prise de panique, je voulais m'enfuir.

Au moment où je commençais à bouger et relever la couette, il ouvrit les yeux et me sourit, je ne savais pas quoi faire. C'est alors qu'il tourna et me coinça le bras sous lui. Il continua à m'attirer vers lui et m'embrassa. Je résistais un peu mais sa langue trouva facilement le chemin vers la mienne. Et comme la veille, mister baiser était si doux que je m'y abandonnais cessant toute résistance. Il colla mister ventre au mien et sa main vint me caresser le sexe.

Là encore, très vite je commençais à mouiller. Pas râgoutant pour un sou, mais un amant hors norme. Il pressa ma tête de mister autre main et je me retrouvais sous la couette mister sexe dans la bouche qu'il faisait coulisser comme s'il me prenait. D'ailleurs, je savais qu'il n'allait pas tarder à le faire. Il m'allongea et là stupeur, il descendit jusqu'à mon entrejambe et me fit un anulingus.

J'étais affolée, tant les souvenirs de la veille était encore présent et m'horrifiait. Mais, sa douceur vainquit à nouveau mes réticences. Il pénétrait mon anneau de sa langue humide et je ne sentis même pas qu'il avait introduit ses doigts dans mon vagin puis dans mon cul. Une double pénétration en somme mais au combien plaisante. Puis, il m'encula profondément.

Le voir me besogner, les jambes sur ses épaules, mister ventre arrondi venant heurter mon bassin à chaque coup de boutoir m'excitait tant que je finis par jouïr par derrière. Et il se déchargea très vite dans mes tréfonds. Je me sentais humiliée, mais comblée à le fois. Il me dit qu'il aimait beaucoup me faire l'amour, et que je devrais plaire à beaucoup de gens. Je souris et il me demanda alors si je voulais essayer. Je ne comprenais pas. Il me dit alors que parmi ses connaissances, de nombreux « vieux » aimeraient se faire une « jeunette » comme moi et que comme visiblement je prenais mon pied avec lui, cela pourrait être très sympathiques pour chacune des parties. Je ris. Jamais, je n'avais pensé m'offrir ainsi. Mais, je ne sais pas pourquoi, je ne dis pas non. Il en conclut que c'était oui et qu'il me rappellerait, si je souhaitais toujours le revoir. En disant cela il avait l'oeil malicieux.

Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais cette fois je lui dis oui, que je voulais bien le revoir. Dans ce cas, à très bientôt conclut-il avant que je ne parte après m'être douchée.

Humiliée par un jeune homo

Depuis que Thierry m'avait sodomisée pour la première je n'avais pas pu résister à la tentation de me faire prendre par derrière avec lui. Plus que le rapport physique, j'éprouvais un grand plaisir à me donner par cette voie pour l'offense que je ressentais. Pour moi, ce n'était pas la voie naturelle et je dois avouer que je jouissais cérébralement de la transgression que j'accomplissais chaque fois que Thierry me prenait en me dominant. Je prenais néanmoins ma revanche quand couvert de sueur il se mettait à haleter en accentuant ses coups de boutoir jusqu'au moment où quoiqu'il fasse il ne puisse plus qu'éjaculer, selon mon bon désir en fait. A cet instant précis nos rôles s'inversaient, et de petite femme défoncée je devenais une femme fatale contrecarrant sa nature profonde. Je lui fis part une fois de tous ces sentiments quand il m'avoua que lui aussi aimait bien être dominé et jouer un rôle de lopette avec ses amis. Je l'encourageais à m'en parler davantage n'imaginant pas ce beau gosse tout musclé dans le rôle du dominé. En fait, Thierry faisait régulièrement ce qu'il faut bien appeler des partouzes avec trois de ces amis. L'un deux, Paul, était plus âgé, rencontré sur le net, il n'avait quasiment plus de cheveux, un ventre proéminent mais embrassait comme un dieu et faisait l'amour comme pas un. Jacques, la trentaine, s'entraînait au même club de muscu que Thierry et était déjà sorti avec lui. Le dernier, Denis, 19 ans, était ce qu'on appelle une grande folle, ayant fait mister coming out depuis peu, très maigre, quasiment anorexique, il dominait pourtant tout ce petit monde par mister appétit sexuel démesuré.
Thierry me proposa un jour de les rejoindre dans leurs ébats. D'abord intimidée, je décidais finalement de tenter l'aventure. C'est à ce moment que ma vie bascula je crois.
Nous nous retrouvâmes un samedi chez Thierry. Après quelques verres, les esprits commencèrent à s'échauffer un peu. Denis affirma qu'il n'avait jamais fait l'amour avec une femme, qu'il trouvait ça répugnant et qu'il allait me châtier pour cela. Ce fut le début des ébats. Les mecs se déshabillèrent rapidement, je les imitais plus doucement. Effectivement Paul était bedonnant et mister sexe pendait mollement entre ses jambes. Thierry et mister ex étaient tous les deux à croquer. Je me serais bien jetée sur eux malheureusement Denis en avait décidé autrement. Il était tout en os, très peu appétissant. A peine avais-je finis de me déshabiller qu'il me tordit violemment les tétons des deux mains et me mordit la joue. Sous le choc, il ne me laissa pas reprendre mes esprits et me mit à genou en m'enfournant mister sexe fin, dur et veineux dans la gorge. Je faillis m'étouffer mais il me contraignit à continuer en me prenant la tête avec ses mains. Les larmes coulaient sur mes joues mais je ne pouvais rien faire. Soudain, il me retourna et me sodomisa profondément sans me préparer, je criais mais il ne s'arrêtait pas. « Je vais te défoncer » disait-il. Effectivement, il me limait sans ménagement et continua pendant près d'une demi heure. J'avais l'impression que mon anus était en feu. Il me laissa, pantelante en larme et effondrée, en riant. « Je crois que ton cul ne sera plus bon à rien avant un bon petit bout de temps, ricana-t-il, tu ne me volera plus Thierry pendant ce temps ». C'était donc la jalousie qui l'avait poussé à m'infliger ce traitement. Il s'éloigna et alla prendre Thierry. Je ne bougeais pas. C'est alors que Paul vint me chercher. Il m'amena dans ses bras sur le canapé et m'installa contre lui. Je pleurais dans ses bras. Bizaremment sa peau était toute douce. « Ne t'en fais pas, ça va aller, c'est un jeune idiot » me dit-il. Je me calmais puis remarquais que mister sexe s'était mis à bander sous sa bedaine contre ma cuisse. Sa peau était aussi toute douce, doucement je descendis et commençais à le sucer pour le remercier. Son pénis n'était pas dur mais doux et élastique. C'était agréable de le sucer. Il changea de position pour me lécher le sexe à mister tour et je sentis même sa langue toute chaude verser de la salive sur mon anus doucement pour le calmer. Je me redressais et introduisis mister sexe dans le mien. Il était si doux. Nous fîmes l'amour sur le divan et il me fit jouir tout doucement. Je m'endormis presque en jouissant, c'était très étrange. De mister côté, il se finit en se masturbant sur mes seins. Les autres se sodomisaient encore à tour de rôle. Paul me proposa de partir. Il voulait que je vienne dormir chez lui. Je ne sais pas pourquoi mais je dis oui. Le basculement de ma vie se poursuivait.

Le Contrat des Chanteuses


Mon nom est Amandine Banders et lorsque j'avais 18 ans, j'avais une voix splendide. Toute les permisternes qui m'entendait me disais que j'avait un grand talent et que je devrais en profiter. Alors avec l'aide de ma mère, nous firent l'effort de me trouver un manageur pour faire des Enregistrements.

Le manageur de la maimister de disque que nous avons prit s'appelait Peter Clark. Il était supposé être un manageur important dans le business et nous avions entendu de bonne choses a mister propos. Après la première fois qu'il m'eu entendu chanter, il avait dit qu'il semblait vraiment ébahi par mes talents. Il m'a donné beaucoup d'espoir lorsqu'il m'a dit qu'une fille avec mon visage et cet incroyable talent pourrait devenir célèbre avec mister aide.

Je pensais que tout allait bien. je mesurais un mètre soixante deux avec une longue chevelure noir et un visage fin et attirant. Je comprenais bien ce qu'il voulait dire.

Bientôt il avait imprimé un contrat comme nous le souhaitions et nous étions prétes a le signer. Cependant, juste avant que ma mère puisse poser le stylo sur le papier, Mr Clack avait quelque chose a nous dire.

"Amandine, tu risque de devenir une terrible jeune starlette, et tu vas devenir vraiment célèbre. Mais avant que tu puisse signer et accomplir ton avenir, tu doit en payer le prix."

Mère et moi nous regardions, puis nous avons regardées monsieur Clack se diriger devant mister bureau et baisser mister pantalon. Sa grosse et longue bite se tenait fièrement devant lui.

J'était choquée. Je ne pouvais croire a ce qu'il venait de faire. Je relevait le regard vers sa queue le regard mêlée de peur et d'incompréhension. Voulait-il que je suce? Je n'avais alors jamais fait cela.

"Allons fillette, si tu veux entrer dans la Maimister, tu dois en payer le prix et faire tes corvées. Une jeune et jolie fille comme toi ne peut simplement entrer dans ce monde sans réaliser des services. Partout ou tu ira tu devra faire de même."

Je ne pouvais y croire. J'avais le cœur brisée. Tout ce que je voulais faire c'était chanter, et non pas mètre la chose d'un homme dans ma bouche. Mes yeux commencèrent a couler pendant qu'il s'asseyait sur mister bureau, mister sexe dressé vers le plafond.

Je voulais partir. Je ne voulais aucune partie de cet homme. Je regardais vers ma mère. J'était persuadée qu'elle dirait le même chose.

Mais elle se contenta de me regarder, ne pipant pas un mot. Elle tournât la tête et regardât a mister sexe, puis a nouveau vers moi. Mes yeux s'écarquillèrent tandis que je hochait la tête a toute vitesse négativement. Je voulais pleurer alors qu'elle me tenait dans ses bras alors qu'elle dit "Shhhhh, c'est bon. C'est ce qui doit être fait chérie. Tu dois faire tes preuves."

Avec cela, elle embrassât mon front, et poussât mon visage sur sa queue. Pendant que ma bouche allait et venait sur mister engin, maman a signée le contrat d'enregistrement

Il est inutile de dire que le deal signé me fit faire plein de chose durant cette nuit la. Durant les années suivantes je devint une star célèbre et gagnât de nombreux prix tandis que des milliers de fans m'adorait. Durant de nombreuse années j'était vraiment heureuse de faire ce que je faisait.

Cependant je continuait a devoir accomplir mon devoir , alors que je montait les échelons je continuer de voir monsieur Clack en quelques autres occasions.

Durant les années qui passèrent, je vis que beaucoup d'autres filles durent en payer le prix également. Il semblait que c'était effectivement une partie de l'industrie musicale, et je l'avais acceptée.

Ma carrière de chanteuse s'en portait bien de toute façons. Et ce fut superbe de chanter pour mes fans. Même si 70 pourcent de mes gains finissaient dans les mains de la maimister de disque, je vivait néanmoins une vie confortable.

Mais après 15 ans, les gens finirent par se lasser et a idolâtrer les nouvelles. Je me suis adaptée. Après 15 ans dans le business, j'avais appris certaines choses, et je voulais être moi même une manageur.

Je savais que le business était dur, mais je me persuadait avoir un bon nom dans ce domaine

Ma toute première cliente fut Jessie Stair. Elle avait un très bon talent et était très belle. Elle ressemblait presque a Brittany Spears avec mister apparence de chaudasse et ses gros seins.

Cette ado avait ce qu'il fallait et je la voyait rapidement devenir la nouvelle sensation musicale. J'imaginais également ce charmant petit visage entre mes jambes et cette jolie langue en moi. Voyez vous même si ce fut des expériences horrible lorsque j'était ado moi même, j'avais quand même finit par payer le prix. Si cette petite beauté voulait être la nouvelle idole, elle devrait en payer le prix également. Je l'avait bien méritée.

Le jour de la signature du contrat, elle et sa mère mistert venues dans mon bureau. Jessie portait un Jeans flambant neuf avec un top noir serrée qui augmentait mister décolleté. Sa mère était vêtue quant a elle d'une tenue plutôt conservatrice.

Elles prirent place devant mon bureau et nous nous occupions des différents points du contrat. En peu de temps, Jessie et sa mère voulaient le signer. Mais il restais encore une chose a traiter.

Je vins me positionner devant mon bureau et regardât Jessie dans les yeux... "A présent Jessie, je sais que tu veut absolument devenir une star professionnelle mais avait que tu ne signe ces règlements et que tu réalise ce rêve, tu doit en payer le prix"

Sa mère et elle me regardaient, interrogatives, puis je souris, abaissant ma culotte et relevant ma robe. Elles regardèrent toute deux a ma chatte exposée alors que j'attendait patiemment pour ce qui allait très certainement arriver, la bouche de Jessie. Je l'avait vue a plusieurs reprises. Sois par moi, sois d'autres ados. Tout ce que j'avait a faire était de faire mon discours, m'exposer a la jeune fille, et sois elle soit sa mère s'assurerais du service.

Je regardait Jessie, mister visage ne laissait passer aucune expression. Aucune lueur de peur ou d'incompréhension. Je regardais ensuite la mère et elle me regardait avec le même regard impassible Puis elle me parlât dans une voix très contrôlée. "Mademoiselle Banders, pourquoi, puis-je savoir, tenez vous cette robe et vous montrer-vous votre chatte?"

Je me lançait dans la réponse que j'avait entendue toute ces années... "Et bien je suis désolée de devoir vous dire cela, mais si vous voulez que votre fille fasse des enregistrements, elle doit en payer le prix. Une jolie jeune fille comme toi Jessie ne peut pas simplement rejoindre le monde de la musique sans en payer le prix et faire tes corvées. Partout ou tu ira tu devra faire de même."

Le visage de Jessie ne bougeât pas d'un pouce, tout comme sa mère. Elles se contentaient de me regarder tenir ma robe vers le haut. Je commençais a ne plus être très a l'aise. Cela ne se passait pas comme prévu. Depuis le temps Jessie aurait due s'agenouiller et approcher mon vagin. Mais au lieu de cela elles continuaient a me regarder comme si j'était la chose la plus stupide de la planète.

"Mademoiselle Banders, qu'est ce que vous voulez que ma fille vous fasse exactement?"

"Et bien.... heu... Je veut qu'elle... um...mette sa langue sur... ma...." Je ne pouvais tout simplement pas continuer. Je n'avais jamais vue un autre manageur dire a ses clients de leur donner une faveur sexuelle, et je ne trouvais pas la bonne façon de la demander.

Je commençais vraiment a me sentir et a avoir l'air folle a me tenir a demi nue devant une fille et sa mère.

"Mademoiselle Banders, vous pensez peut être que ma Jessie vous doit quelque chose. Qu'elle vous doit quelque chose pour être tellement talentueuse sans avoir fait d'effort?"

"Et bien... heu..." Je devenait très incertaine. Je n'était pas sure de ce que je devait dire a présent. Pourquoi ne pouvaient elles pas simplement l'accepter. Pourquoi rendaient elles cela si difficile. Alors que la mère parlât, je manquât de remarquer la fille aller dans mon dot et se tenir contre la table.

"Mademoiselle Banders peut être est-ce vous qui devait quelque chose a Jessie. Puisque c'est elle qui va vous rapporter tant d'argent. Pourquoi pas être celle qui lui montrerais a quelle point vous appréciez mister service."

Depuis le temps j'avait déjà rabattue ma robe. Tandis que je me retournais, je remarquât pour la première fois Jessie se tenant sur mon bureau avec ses cuisses écartées et sa chatte visible. Comment cela ce pouvait? J'était supposée être celle qui se tenait la, pas elle. Pendant 15 ans j'ai dut sucer des queues et lécher des chattes, et a présent c'était a mon tour de recevoir, pas cette nouvelle jeune femme. Elle ne l'avait pas méritée. Elle n'avait même pas fait un enregistrement. J'ai tout fait. C'était a mon tours a présent.

Puis je sentit les mains de Becky me tenir par les épaule alors qu'elle me chuchotât ... "Shhhhh c'est bon, c'est ce qui doit être fait ma chérie, tu doit faire tes preuves."

Dans un nuage je me laissât tomber a genoux. La chatte de la jeune fille était a présent juste a quelque centimètres de mon visage. "C'est pas bien!" Hurlais je intérieurement. C'était a elle d'être a genoux, sur le point de lécher MA chatte. Comment pouvais-je être celle qui était a genoux?

Gentiment Becky commençât a pousser contre ma tête jusqu'a ce que ma bouche enveloppe la chatte trempée de sa fille. Je commençât a laper lentement ses lèvres intimes, de la même façon que j'avait fait a de nombreuses femmes manageurs avant elle. Jessie enfermât ma tête entre ses mains et se mit a me pousser plus fermement contre sa chatte. Alors que ma langue commençât a entrer et sortir de la chatte de sa fille, je pouvais entendre Beck arracher le contrat original. Le même contrat qui valait plusieurs millions pour moi.

"Je ne pense pas que ce contrat corresponde aux nouveau arrangements que j'ai en tête." Elle commençât a sortir d'autres feuilles de mister sac. "Je ne pense vraiment pas que vous méritez 70 pourcent des profits. Après tout, c'est elle qui a tout le talent. A la place je pense que vous devriez ne récupérer que 5 pourcent. De plus il parait clairement que Jessie serait appelle a en "payer le prix' a nouveau dans l'avenir. En tant que sa manageuse, je pense que vous n'aurez aucun mal a vous charger de cela pour elle."

Je gémit en entendant de tels mots.

"Et enfin, Jessie sera soumise a de nombreux stress dans sa carrière musicale. Puis ce que vous êtes si efficace pour la détendre, vous serez requise a continuer de montrer votre dévotion a votre nouvelle cliente avant et après chaque spectacle et a chaque fois que nous avons des rendez vous."

Je plongeât ma langue profondément dans la chatte de sa fille a ces derniers mot et Jessie jouit sur mon visage, le couvrant de jus intime. Après une minute passée a serrer mon visage de ses cuisses, elle se levât de mon bureau, mais fut rapidement remplacée par le nouveau contrat.

Un stylo fut inséré dans ma main et je regardait aux papiers. Comment pouvais je signer? Ce n'était pas supposé être ainsi. J'ai passée des années a sucer des hommes et lécher des femmes et c'était a mon tours d'avoir des faveurs. Comment pouvais-je au lieu de cela autoriser le fait d'être celle qui servirait une fille qui n'a rien méritée?

La mère de Jessie commençât a lever le bas de ma robe alors que je me penchait pour lire le document. Ma culotte disparue depuis longtemps, elle commençât a caresser gentiment mes fesses et je me trémoussât du cul en réponse.

...CLAC...

Je fut secouée en avant en entendant Jessie rigoler alors que sa mère levât a nouveau la main

...CLAC...

Bientôt la future nouvelle star regardait sa mère fesser sans retenue le cul de sa manageur de 32 ans, après que j'eu signée tout les papiers requis...

...CLAC...

----FIN----

Jeune fille impertinente


Bonjour je suis une femme de 18 ans !
Ayant atteint la maturité , cela me monta quelque peu a la tête et j'en fis voir de toutes les couleurs a mes parents.

J'étais serveuse dans un restaurant , resto-bar .
Un soir après mon chiffre je décides de m'asseoir sur la terrase.
Tout en parlant , il m'arriva de jurer sans vraiment m'en rende compte , mauvaise habitudes.
Le lendemain matin , Michelle ( Éducatrice Spéalisée ) est venue déjeuner ,
étant ma seule cliente pour le moment nous avions amplement le temps de discuter ,
elle me dit qu'elle en voyait de toutes les couleurs dans mister métier , qu'elle avait
souvent affaire a des '' jeunes a problèmes "" , qu'elle comprenait la jeunesse d'aujourd'hui.
Elle m'incita a m'ouvrir a elle , ce que je ne fis par orgueil de '' mes 18 ans '' .
Elle me dit que mon attitude des derniers temps la décevait , qu'elle avait vue en moi une jeune
fille pleine d'avenir , de maturité .. Mais que ce n'était plus le cas .. Elle me dit que
je manquais de vocabulaire ( Elle était sur le terrase la veille ) .
D'autres clients arrivèrent , je lui dit simplement de se mêler de ses affaires
et servit les autres ...
En payant elle me dit que nous étions pour reprende cette conversation que je le
veuilles ou non ..
Elle me donna mon pourboire , je lui ris au nez et le refusa !

Quelque jours plus tard je faisais mon épicerie , on se raconta dans une allée ,
elle me demanda comment j'allais , je ne lui répondis pas et la regarda hautainement !
Ayant finit mon épicerie , je me rendis a mon auto , il ne démarra pas !!!!
Michelle arriva entre temps et m'offrit mister aide , je ne répondis simplement pas .
Elle ouvrit le capot et regarda .. Elle me dit qu'elle avait trouvée le problème et qu'elle
était prête a l'arranger gratuitement mais a une condition ... Que je la suives chez elle
devant un apéritif , pour que nous puissions continuer notre conversation .
J'acceptai , je suis serveuse , je n'aie pas d'argent a dépenser dans mon auto !!

Rendue chez elle , j'étais mal a l'aise , de m'être comportée en enfant gâtée avec elle ,
elle était si gentille avec moi !
Elle s'assit donc a mes côtés sur le canapé , je remarquai que malgré ses 55 ans , elle
paraissait beaucoup plus jeune : Grande , mince , Gros seins qui semblaient encore fermes ,
des jambes à n'en plus finir , mises en valeur dans un très beau tailleur noir moulant.
Elle sentie ma gêne , d'être la auprès d'un étrangère et de m'être engagée a répondre a des questions
permisternelles.
Elle passa sa main dans mes cheveux et me dit que mister métier était d'aider les jeunes comme moi ,
que je n'avais pas a être génêe .
Je lui répliquai sèchement , qu'elle ne travaillait pas et qu'elle n'était pas payée en ce moment !
Elle me gifla.
Me dit qu'elle en avait assez de mon impertinence et que si elle faisait ça c'était parce-qu'elle
sentait que je valais mieux que tout ce que je tentais de devenir !
Je me mis a pleurer , n'étant pas proche de me mère et ayant peu connu mon père , ses paroles
''d'espoir'' qui m'étaient destinées me touchaient.
Elle me prit dans ses bras et me berca , jusqu'a ce que j'aille terminer de pleurer.
Je finis par me dégager délicatement de cette étreinte chaude et douillette , collée contre ses seins
et sentant mister parfum ........ Je pris conscience qu'elle m'attirait , mais c'était plus que sexuel
c'était du respect que je lui vouais.

Elle me demanda comment se passait mes cours , je dus lui avouer que mes notes étaient désastreuse
et que je séchais beaucoup de cours pour aller en boîte et pour fumer.
Elle me demanda , comment allait ma relation avec mon copain , je dus lui avouer honteusement
qu'il m'avait quittée , parce-que je l'avais trompé.
Elle me demanda comment allait ma relation avec ma mère , je dus lui avouer qu'elle n'avait plus le
contrôle sur moi et que je ne la respectais pas .
Elle me demanda comment allait ma vie sexuelle , je ne répondis pas .
Elle me regifla beaucoup plus fort cette fois ...
Nous sommes entre femmes me dit-elle doucement , réponds-moi ...
Je lui dit que sortant aussi souvent en boîte et étant célibataire , j'en profitais .

Elle me demanda si je voulais qu'elle m'aide .
J'avais besoin d'une certaine autorité dans ma vie et je sentais que Michelle
pourrait me l'apporter. Donc j'acceptais.
Elle me dit que si je voulais de mister aide je devais lui faire totalement confiance et
lui obéir pour tout !
J'acceptais ses conditions.

Elle me dit d'une voix douce mais autoritaire , de m'allonger sur ses genoux :
Que je méritais une fessée pour avoir été si vache avec elle.
Je m'exécutais.
Elle frappa plusieurs coups par dessus le tissu de ma jupe.
Stp Michelle Arrete ...
Allons Allons on joue les dures a cuire et quelques tapes sur les fesses nous font mal
Tap Tap Tap , je me mis a pleurer et me débattre mais elle me tenait fermement.
Elle s'arrêta finalement , mais ne me lâcha pas , je me sentais ridicule recevoir
une fessée a 18 ans.
Elle passa sa main sur mes fesses a travers mon tissu ...
Et je me supris de l'imaginer en train de faire la meme chose sous le tissu.
Elle retroussa ma jupe ...
Non , pas ça , Stp Michelle , Je m'excuse , pas ça , j'ai 18 ans.
Et alors quand on agit en gamine , on se fait punir en gamine.
Elle passa sa main entre le tissu de mon G-string et ma crac de fesses
et le descendit a mes chevilles .
Mais elle me fit languir avec des caresses sur mes fesses , le contact peau
a peau , me fit de l'effet .
Lorsqu'elle descendit sa main douce vers mon vagin , j'eus le réflexe de
resserrer mes cuisses.
Je reçus une claque sur une de mes cuisses , je les desserrais.
Elle me toucha , et j'étais morte de honte , j'étais mouillée.
Je me suis mise a pleurer ...
Allons allons , ma chérie n'aie pas honte de toi , tout cela est normal ...
Chutt chutt chutt je vois par ta réaction que ton éducation sexuelle est
très basique , nous remedirons a ce problème la aussi ...
Elle continua sa fessée ...
Une fois terminée elle m'envoya au coin , pendant qu'elle terminait mister verre
assise sur le canapé a m'observer.

Elle me dit ensuite de la suivre a sa chambre , elle me fit m'étendre
sur le ventre dans mister lit.
Elle m'appliqua avec une telle douceur une pommade.
Elle sècha mes larmes et m'embrassa tendrement , comme aucun homme
ne l'avait fait jusque la.
Je ne cessais de m'excuser et elle de me répéter que j'étais toute pardonnée.
En me collant contre elle mon entre-jambe se retrouva collé a mister genoux et
machinalement sans m'en rende compte je me mis a faire des va et viens.
Elle m'arrêta et me coucha sur le lit , elle me passe la main sur le vagin
rentra un doigt , puis 2 et 3 . Je me raidis elle laissa ses doigts et me caressa
les seins elle en rentra un 4e , Arrete Stp j'ai mal ! Elle ne m'écouta pas
avec mister pouce elle me titillait le clitoris pour finalement venir le renter avec
les 4 doigts. J'étais figée sur place j'avais sa main au complet dans mon vagin !!!!
Elle m'ordonna de me coucher sur le côté , je n'osais bouger avec sa main dans
mon vagin , MAINTENANT me cria-t-elle , mister crie me fit réagir ! Je m'exécutai.
Elle joua donc dans ma raie de cul ensuite avec mister autre main,elle plaça
mister majeur a l'entrée de mon anus ...... NON NON Michelle ! NON !
je suis vierge de ce trou la !!!!!!
Tant mieux me dit-elle j'aurai la satisfaction de t'avoir déviergée d'au moins une place.
Elle enduit mon trou de sa salive , le contact de sa langue sur mon anus me fit frismisterner,
elle entra un doigt , la douleur était atroce ... Elle ne s'arrêta pas a 1 elle en mit un
deuxième , je pleurais ....
Mais un coup les 2 doigts entrés , elle ne bougea plus ni les 5 doigts dans mon vagin , ni
ses 2 doigts dans mon anus , pour finalement tout faire bouger en même temps
frénétiquement.Mes larmes de douleur mistert vite devenu des larmes de jouissance.
Après mon orgasme , elle enleva ses deux mains , de mes deux trous en même
temps ... Ce fût merveilleux !

Je repris mes esprits en boule sur le lit , quand j'ouvris les yeux et regardais au pied
du lit elle me tentait mon verre avec un grand sourire ...
Je finis mon verre et voulus la réembrasser et tentais de passer ma mains sur ses
seins mais elle me repoussa et me dit que c'était assez pour cette fois ..
Mais je lui dis que j'avais envie d'elle , que je voulais lui donner du plaisir a
mon tour ..
Elle me gifla et me dit de ne pas oublier que c'était elle qui contrôlait.

Avant de partir , elle me donna une tape sur la croupe et me dit
d'être sage d'ici notre prochaine rencontre.

J'avais acceptée de remplacer au bar pour la soirée ...
J'avais du plaisir avec les gars du village , j'étais la seule
femme dans le bar a ce moment la et les gars me
draguaient. Je jouais le jeu sachant très bien que la
plupart étaient mariés , mais bon un flirt n'est pas une
aventure.

La porte de bar s'ouvrit et Michelle fit mister entrée,
je ne savais pas qu'elle viendrait ce soir.
Elle était tellement belle , mon coeur se mit a battre très vite.
Elle me commanda un rhum-coca et alla s'asseoir au fond
du bar alors que tout le monde étaient au comptoir.
J'allai lui porter sa boismister en me penchant elle me murmura
que quand elle irait a la toilette je devais la suivre.
Sa voix était dure , au fond de moi je paniquai.
Je répondis simplement oui !

Je servais les gars en gardant un oeil constant
sur Michelle , je ne voulais sourtout pas la manquer.
La soirée étant déja bien avancée , l'état des gars l'était aussi.
Ce qui faissait qu'il devenait de plus en plus entreprenant a mon
endroit.Je trouvais ce petit jeux drôle au début , mais maintenant
sous le regard dur de Michelle , j'aimais de moins en moins ça .

Elle se leva et alla a la toilette.
Je la suivis.
Elle referma la porte derrière moi , que fais-tu ?
Je remplace une collègue.
Tu sembles apprécier ta soirée , sais-tu que la plupart de
ces salauds mistert mariés , ont le double de ton âge et ne veulent que te baiser
LE SAIS-TU ??
Je baissai la tête honteuse .
Donne moi ta petite culotte !
Mais , je suis en jupe courte et ..
et il te tripote et tu as peur qu'il se rende compte que tu te promènes sans culotte !
DONNE !
Je lui donna , elle la renifla , en plus tu y prends plaisir me dit-elle découragée de mon
comportement. Je veux que tu y retournes et que tu fasses comme si de rien n'y était ,
tu as commencé a jouer a ce petit jeux stupide et bien joue le jusqu'au bout , tu devras faire
tout ce que je te dirai , c'est clair ?
Oui
Je sortis et peu de temps après elle vint s'asseoir au comptoir et rigola avec les gars.
Les gars nous mirent au défi de nous embrasser , Michelle refusa mais me dit que
devrait pimenter la soirée , elle mit une chanmister langoureuse et sexy et m'ordonna
de danser sur le comptoir , encouragée par les cris des gars je montai et m'éxectuta.
Elle me mit aussi au défi d'embrasser un homme et de faire une danse contact a un autre.
Ce que je fis sous mister regard satisfait mais dur.

Finalement au petite heure du matin tout le monde quitta , sauf moi
qui devait fermer et Michelle qui resta assise au bar.
Elle ne dit rien tout au long de la fermeture , moi non plus d'ailleurs ,
Je lui tenait rancune de ses ordes en public et elle elle m'en voulait pour mon
comportement de '' fille facile '' .
Un fois tout terminé je lui dis qu'il me restait plus qu'a verrouiller la porte ...
Elle me fit un signe de tête pour que je m'assois a côté d'elle.
Elle mit sa main sur la mienne et me demanda si je lui en voulait ,
je lui avouai que oui un peu ...
Elle passa sa main dans mes cheveux et sur ma joue et me demanda si j'avais retenue la
leçon.
Bien sûr , lui avouai-je , pas très fière de moi.
Je voulus l'embrasser mais elle me repoussa en me disant que j'étais sale ,
que je sentais le sexe , le désir et qu'elle aussi m'en voulait , car ce n'était
pas elle qui avait déclenchée ça.
Elle me dit que pour qu'elle me touche j'avais besoin d'une bonne douche.
Elle me dit d'embarquer avec elle , vue mon état d'ébriété.

Rendue chez elle , elle me déshabilla dans l'entrée sans ménagement.
Elle m'entraîna a la salle de bains , et fit couler le jet d'eau sur ma peau.
Je fus saisis l'eau était glacial , je me débattis , mais elle me tenait fermement ,
je postulais très vite , je savais que je l'avais méritée.
Ensuite elle me dirigea au salon , j'étais nue et j'avais très froid.
Elle est revenue avec un drap blanc elle m'obligea en m'enrouler très sérrée
dedans les bras collés au corps.
Elle me bascula sur le sofa et elle m'embrassa et me dit que nous avions besoin
de sommeil.
Je voulais me coucher auprès d'elle , mais elle refusa.
Elle entra dans sa chambre ou j'avais vue sur mister lit.
Elle ne ferma pas la porte et se déshabilla entièrement sous mes yeux.
C'était la première fois que je la voyais nue et le fait de ne pouvoir la toucher
était un vrai supplice.
Elle se coucha sur ses couvertes et se caressa , râlai bruyamment ,pour
finalement avoir un violent orgasme.
Elle se coucha finalement en me souhaitant , Beaux rêves !

Quelque heure plus tard une envie naturelle me réveilla ,
je ne voulais pas uriner sur mister canapé , mais j'avais tellement
envie ...
Michelle , Michelle , MICHELLE ...
Quoi ? me dit-elle toute endormie
Je dois aller au toilette
Retiens-toi
Elle me fît languir pendant 1hr30 !!!
En se réveillant elle enfila un peignoir et vint me voir , elle
inspecta des yeux le drap blanc et me sourit , je suis très fière me dit-elle.

Elle me déroula , et j'allai faire pipi.
En revenant au salon elle était debout près du canapé
avec une ceinture de cuir dans les mains.
Couches-toi sur le ventre et fais le décompte.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8
ARRETE ' ARRETE STP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On recommence a zéro je ne t'aie pas permis de pleurnicher.
1,2,,3,4,5,6,7........20
Elle arrêta finalement , j'étais en pleure.

Elle s'assie a mes côtés et mes caressa les fesses avec une grande douceur.
Ensuite elle me caressa l'entre-jambe , qui dégoullinait abondamment de mouille.
Elle lubrifiait mon anus avec cette mouille , elle se leva et se dirigea a sa chambre ,
j'attendais elle me dit de me rélever le derrière et de fermer mes yeux.
Je m'attendais a une autre fessée.
Je la sentis embarquer sur le canapé et je sentis quelque chose de gros,dur et froid
a l'entrée de mon anus.
UNE CEINTURE_GODE !!!!!!!!!
Non , non je t'en prie non !!!
Elle entra quand même facilement en moi , malgré ma virginité anale !
Je sentais de gros coup de bassin sur mes fesses endolories.
Je jouis très fort sans aucune gêne , de violents spasmes parcouru
mon corps pendant quelque secondes.

Une fois remise de mes émotions , je regardai Michelle qui était nue,
couchée sur mister lit , jambe écartillée.
C'est mon tour d'avoir du plaisir, allez vient nettoyer ta maîtresse ,
c'était la première fois qu'elle utilisait ce mot , j'adorai l'effet
que cela me procurait , MA maîtresse !
Je la mangeai avec soin et elle aussi eu un orgasme.
Je finis ma journée dans ses bras , alors qu'elle jouait
dans mes cheveux et me disait a qu'elle point elle ferait de moi
une '' Jeune femme épanouie '' !
Elle me remercia de lui avoir donné ma virginité anale ,
je l'embrassai et la remerciais d'être ma maîtresse.

Une Femme Temporaire


Je m'appelle Frank Hawkins, et mes voisins, Kathy et Billie Baxter.

Billie travaille dans une compagnie de vente d'ordinateurs, et Kathy à temps partiel dans un cabinet de notaire.

Je n'ai jamais compris pourquoi Kathy avait épousé Billie, c'est un vrai rebu d'humanité alors qu'elle est resplendissante. Chaque fois que je la reluque je me mets à bander come un âne.

Elle a de longs cheveux bruns qui cascadent sur ses épaules; mais ce que je préfère en elle ce mistert ses lèvres pulpeuses. Elle se tient généralement la bouche légèrement entrouverte comme si elle se préparait à sucer une bonne bite.

Je ne savais pas encore comment, mais je savais que je me la ferai.

Je vivais seul, Ma salope d'ex-femme Amanda m'avait quitté pour la simple raimister que je la giflais lorsqu'elle émettait une opinion contraire à la mienne.

C'est cet événement qui me plongeait dans mes problèmes actuels. Mes parents voulaient désespérément être grand parents. Ils étaient très heureux lorsque je m'étais marié, ils se voyaient déjà emmenant leur petit fils, ou leur petite fille à l'école puis dans la meilleure université.

Ils m'envoyaient de l'argent chaque mois pour les déposer sur un compte ouvert à mister nom. Je me servais de cet argent puisque je n'avais aucune raimister de le thésauriser.

Et voila qu'ils avaient pris un vol les amenant de la cote ouest pour me rendre visite pendant quelques jours.

Ils n'avaient jamais vu Amanda, nous nous étions mariés à Las Vegas et je leur avais envoyé quelques photos assez floues de notre mariage.

J'avais besoin d'une femme pour quelques jours si je ne voulais pas qu'ils me coupent les ressources, c'est là que les Baxter entrent en jeu.

Lorsque j'étais marié que nous sortions souvent avec eux.

Nous mangions au restaurant avant d'aller au cinéma, ou nous faisions un barbecue chez l'un ou chez l'autre tout en jouant aux cartes. Lorsque cette salope m'eut quitté je continuais à les fréquenter de temps à autre, me rendant souvent chez eux pour dîner. J'aimais flirter avec Kathy, Billie était visiblement jaloux, mais elle ne semblait pas s'en soucier.

Ce soir, en allant les rejoindre pour dîner j'avais décidé de mettre en œuvre un plan subtil.

Je leur dis que mes parents venaient passer quelques jours chez moi, et qu'ils me couperaient les vivres s'ils se rendaient compte que ma femme s'était envolée.

Billie pensait que j'étais un salaud de décevoir mes parents, Kathy gloussait en me traitant de "vilain petit garçon".

- Je suis d'accord avec toi Billie, et comme je ne veux pas les décevoir, j'aurai besoin de t'emprunter ta femme pour une paire de jours.

Je vis Billie s'empourprer alors que je poursuivais :

- Bien sur ce serait totalement innocent, je ne toucherai en aucun cas à ta femme! Ma chambre conjugale est meublée avec deux lits séparés, je donnerai à ta femme le lit de deux permisternes et je dormirai dans le lit d'une permisterne. Je resterai certainement très tard à discuter avec mes parents au salon, de ce fait ta femme sera totalement endormie bien avant que je monte coucher.

- Ce ne sera qu'un simulacre de vie familiale, une parodie. Mes parents m'envoient une forte somme d'argent tous les mois et je ne veux pas la perdre... Faite cela pour moi et lorsque ce sera fini je vous offrirai un séjour de trois jours à Mexico... Qu'en dites-vous?

- Je... Je ne sais as... Balbutia Billie...

- Cela me semble moche de mentir à tes parents pour quelques billets de banque!

- Ne joue pas les rabats joie Billie... Le coupa Kathy

- C'est juste pour quelques jours... J'aimerai bien prendre des vacances à Mexico, pas toi? Mais Frank, je veux que tu me promettes : pas un geste douteux!

- Vous avez ma parole d'honneur Kathy!

Le marché était donc conclu.

Kathy emménagerait chez moi la veille de l'arrivée de mes parents. Elle amènerait quelques valises de vêtements, des fleurs ces différentes choses qui montrent qu'une femme vit au logis.

Kathy avait encore sa robe de mariage, elle l'enfila et nous nous sommes rendus dans un studio pour faire quelques bonnes photos de mariage.

Tandis que le photographe développait les photos nous nous sommes rendus sur le mail. Je voulais acheter quelques peintures et une tenue sexy pour Kathy, elle voulait acheter une longue sortie de bain.

- Je ne veux surtout pas te donner des idées... Me confia-t-elle déterminée à me faire respecter ma parole.

De retour chez moi, Kathy se rendit dans la chambre pour enlever sa robe de mariage, je l'y suivis. Je lui roulais un patin passionné sur les lèvres et lui empoignant les fesses je la serrais contre mon corps.

- Arrête Frank... Tu n'es qu'un pervers! Ce n'est pas parce que de m'avoir vue dans ma robe de mariée t'as donné des idées que... Billie serait malade s'il savait que tu m'as m'embrassé!

- Je te rappelle quand même que tu m'as allumé toute la journée ma petite chérie! Et maintenant ôte moi ta robe de mariée ou c'est moi qui vais te l'arracher! De toute manière j'ai décidé de me faire ta petite chatte ma chérie!

- Tu m'as promis de ne pas chercher à avoir de rapports sexuels avec moi Frank!

- arrête de me rappeler cela salope... Fous-toi à poil... Si tu ne veux pas que je sois plus rude avec toi... Comment expliquerais-tu à Billie que t'es couverte de bleus?

- Ne me power pas à... Ce n'est pas bien!

- Je commence à perdre patience petite pute... Fous-toi à poil rapidement si tu ne veux pas que je te colle une raclée...

- Je t'en prie Frank... Le supplia-t-elle en commençant à se déshabiller.

- Dès que tu seras nue, agenouille-toi et viens me sucer la bite! Je veux être sur que tu comprennes où est ta place!

La larme à l'œil elle lui obéit servilement.

- Attends un peu avant de me sucer, j'ai envie de pisser!

Je pissais allégrement sur sa robe de mariage qui gisait au sol face à moi.

- C'est bon salope, suce-moi!

Cela faisait un bon moment que je rêvais à cela : Kathy à genoux devant moi faisant de mister mieux pour tailler une pipe.

- Regarde-moi dans les yeux quand tu me suces salope! Ne sais-tu pas que toutes les putes regardent dans les yeux les hommes qu'elles sucent pour savoir si cela lui plait?

J'avais l'intention de la baiser, mais sa fellation m'excitait tant que je n'avais aucune envie de l'interrompre, aussi empoignais-je sa tête, et la bloquais sur ma mentule alors que j'éjaculais à gros bouillon dans sa gorge.

Elle toussait et crachotait alors qu'elle cherchait à détourner la tête, mais je la tenais fermement l'obligeant à déguster ma semence onctueuse.

- Sais-tu ma chérie que tu dois toujours nettoyer la bite de celui que tu viens de sucer avant de te relever?

Elle se releva et enfila un jean et un chemisier sans oser me regarder.

Très bien, j'avais cassé sa résistance.

- Et maintenant comporte toi comme d'habitude et Billie ne saura jamais ce qui vient d'arriver!

Le soir même, comme elle préparait le souper, je lui dis de faire de mister mieux car j'avais invité Billie à manger avec nous.

Je vis à l'expression renfrognée de mister visage que cela lui déplaisait profondément, mais elle ne protesta pas.

- Tu porteras une mini jupe et cette petite brassière sexy que je t'ai achetée... Je veux que tu te fasses belle pour Billie!

Lorsque Billie arriva, je vis qu'il n'était pas plus content que sa femme.

- Puisque ta femme est chez moi j'ai pensé que tu aimerais te joindre à nous pour souper! Lui assénais-je un sourire railleur aux lèvres.

- Ce n'était pas vraiment nécessaire, je sais faire la cuisine!

J'ai particulièrement apprécié ce repas tandis que Billie et Kathy se regardaient extrêmement gênés. Ils ne parlaient sur très peu, je faisais donc les frais de la conversation.

- Billie, comme tu le sais, mes parents seront là demain, cependant Kathy ne se comporte pas comme le ferait ma véritable femme... Kathy, viens m'embrasser!

Elle s'approcha de moi et me donna un bisou sur la joue.

- Tu vois ce que je veux dire, cela ne ressemble en rien à un baiser de femme amoureuse de mister mari! Ne crois-tu pas que cela serait plus vraisemblable si elle m'embrassait sur la bouche?

- Je suppose que oui...

- Kathy, tu as entendu ce vient de dire ton mari! Embrasse-moi amoureusement sur les lèvres!

- Si ses yeux étaient des revolvers, je serai mort sur le champ, mais elle s'exécuta docilement. Bordel elle aurait pu me fourrer sa langue dans la bouche! Je lui ferai payer cet oubli plus tard!

Billie intervint alors :

- Je ne me sens pas très bien ce soir, je préfère rentrer chez moi!

Dès qu'il fut parti, Kathy, ivre de fureur me morigéna :

- Quel besoin aviez-vous de l'humilier?

Je n'aime pas que les femmes discutent mon comportement. Il allait falloir que je lui apprenne quelques bonnes manières...

Une fois qu'elle eut lavé et essuyé la vaisselle, nous nous sommes assis dans le salon et avons regardé la télé en sirotant quelques verres. Je savais que Kathy ne buvait pas habituellement, elle buvait surement parce qu'elle se doutait de ce qui allait arriver ensuite.

- Viens chérie, je me sens tout excité, aussi montons baiser!

Kathy s'était résignée, cependant elle protesta pour la forme :

- Je veux bien coucher avec vous, mais ne m'appelez pas chérie, c'est ainsi que mon Billie aime m'appeler!

- C'est d'accord, dorénavant je t'appellerai salope, et maintenant magne-toi le cul de grimper dans les étages, allonge-toi dans mon lit et attends-moi, j'arrive!

Je m'attendais à ce qu'elle proteste à nouveau, mais elle changea d'idée et monta l'escalier se dirigeant vers ma chambre. Je m'assis et m'envoyais une paire de verres de plus... Cela lui donnait le temps de se demander avec anxiété ce que je lui réservais!

Lorsque je montais coucher, Kathy faisait semblant de dormir.

- Réveille-toi stupide salope... Je veux que tu te réveilles et que tu fasses de ton mieux pour me satisfaire! Je ne baise pas avec un cadavre!

- Je ne me sens pas bien Frank... Je dois avoir trop bu...

- La prochaine fois tu on observera tes limites... Et maintenant vire-moi ce pyjama de merde et demain tu iras t'acheter plusieurs chemises de nuit sexy et tu me foutras tes maudits pyjamas aux ordures! Et maintenant prépare-toi à me donner satisfaction!

- Frank, je t'en prie, enfile une capote... Mon cycle est trop irrégulier pour que je prenne la pilule, c'est pourquoi Billie porte toujours un préservatif quand nous faimisters l'amour!

- Apprends stupide petite pute, que je ne mets jamais de capote! Je vais t'engrosser! Tu pourras envoyer Billie me remercier de faire de lui un père!

Mais on avait assez discuté... Je l'enfourchais et l'embrochais sans vergogne... Je suis très bien monté, mais elle m'accueillit aisément, tant sa chatoune était trempée... Je voulais prendre mon plaisir rapidement en la frustrant du sien, mais après quelques coups de bite elle referma ses chevilles dans mon dos et eut mister premier orgasme avant même que je ne gicle dans ses profondeurs... Lorsque je jouis, j'extirpais rapidement ma bite de sa foufoune embrasée, un second orgasme menaçait de la submerger!

Le lendemain matin, lorsque je me réveillais elle gisait sur le dos les draps et couvertures repoussés sous ses miches.

Je pense qu'elle voulait se faire baiser, mais j'avais une autre idée en tête.

- Mes parents vont arriver bientôt et je n'aime pas ton attitude... Tu ferias mieux de commencer à te comporter en femme aimante si tu ne veux pas que je déboucle ma ceinture pour te coller une rouste!

Mes parents arrivèrent peu de temps après le déjeuner.

Après moult embrassades, ma mère remarqua que Kathy était exactement la même que sur les photos de mariage, celles que j'avais fait encadrer et disséminé ça et là dans le salon.

Après souper, ils complimentèrent Kathy pour ses talents de cuisinière et e dirent que j'avais une sacré chance d'avoir une gentille femme comme elle!

Ils allèrent au lit assez tôt, ils étaient fatigués après leur long vol, je restais avec Kathy dans le salon, le temps de siroter quelques verres.

Kathy monta la première dans notre chambre et je la rejoignis lorsque j'eus terminé mon dernier verre.

Lorsque j'entrais dans la chambre, Kathy se tenait au pied du lit dans une affriolante chemise de nuit rouge, si fine que je distinguais clairement ses sombres aréoles et l'ombre de sa chatoune velue.

- Cela te convient-il mieux? Me demanda-t-elle un timide sourire éclairant mister visage.

- C'est bien mieux! Tu fais de gros progrès ma salope...

Elle semblait heureuse lorsqu'elle se plongea dans le lit à mon coté, elle m'enlaça tendrement, mais moi je voulais mignoter ses tétons, aussi écartais-je ses bras et embouchais ses mamelons.

Elle gémit sourdement alors que je suçais ses tétins... Même lorsque je la mordis assez cruellement, elle poussa un petit cri de douleur mais serra ma tête sur ses miches.

Le contraste de la douceur du satin avec la raideur de ses mamelons dardés m'excitait follement.

Je voulais la baiser à couilles rabattues avant de me vider les couilles dans ses profondeurs, mais je ne voulais pas qu'elle jouisse.

Je pense qu'une femme doit se concentrer sur le plaisir de mister mari, sans se soucier de ses propres émois. Une fois qu'elle a entièrement satisfait la lubricité de mister homme, elle peut alors assouvir ses propres besoins en se masturbant.

Je plongeais à nouveau en elle, légèrement ennuyé de la pénétrer aussi facilement. Une femme devait endurer un minimum de douleur lorsqu'on l'entreprenait.

En moins de deux minutes je sentis monter mister orgasme, je cherchais à le prévenir en lui mordant sauvagement le cou... C'eut exactement l'effet contraire...

Kathy eut un orgasme sauvage, ses tortillements m'amenèrent à gicler en elle précocement...

Je ne voulais pas la baiser de cette manière! Je volais sentir mister plaisir monter lentement et lorsqu'elle serait sur le point de jouir, cracher mon foutre et extirpais rapidement ma bite de sa chagatte la laissant frustrée.

Le lendemain nous tous sommes allé à la ferme de Knox Berry, un parc d'attraction peu éloigné de mon domicile.

Kathy se comportait maintenant comme je l'attendais. Elle gloussait souvent et riait tout en marchant à mon bras.

J'invitais à nouveau Billie à partager notre repas du soir, je voulais préciser leur rôle dans mon scénario. Lors de mister arrivée, j'expliquais à mes parents que Billie était notre voisin célibataire. Je leur indiquais que la femme de Billie était partie avec un autre homme et que, comme nous étions désolés pour lui, nous l'invitions souvent à dîner avec nous.

Ma mère était pleine de commisération à mister égard, et bien qu'il me jeta des coups d'œil furieux, il endossa mister rôle et nous remercia de notre gentillesse.

- Je pense qu'il aime bien ma femme... Je l'ai souvent vu la regarder avec des grands yeux émus... Kathy pourquoi ne pas lui faire plaisir, assieds toi sur ses genoux et embrasse le tendrement!

Kathy me dévisageait abasourdie, mais elle s'exécuta docilement.

Ma mère dit alors :

- Nous repartons après demain, ce soir nous vous invitons tous à déguster un bon repas et danser. Billie semble un bon gars, je suis certain que vous pouvez lui trouver une nana pour demain, nous allons bien nous amuser.

- Je connais justement la fille qu'il lui faut! Je vais la contacter... Dis-je un large sourire aux lèvres.

Cette nuit se déroulera comme les autres, une fois mes parents au lit nous sommes restés à partager quelques verres, puis Kathy monta se préparer pour moi.

La nuit dernière elle portait une baby-doll rouge, ce soir elle était noire.

- Aimerais-tu que je te refasse comme la première nuit que nous avons passée ensemble?

- Kathy, si tu veux me donner du plaisir, Dis-le franchement!

Rougissant comme une tomate elle reprit :

- Aimerais-tu que te suce comme il y a deux jours?

- Non Kathy, tu n'es as une bonne suceuse! Tu as besoin de t'entraîner... Auparavant je veux cracher mon foutre dans ta foufoune embrasée et t'engrosser si tu ne l'es pas encore! Et je veux que tu me parles vulgairement, cela m'excite énormément...

- Frank, je voudrais que tu me baises!

- C'est un bon début, mais dis m'en plus...

- Je veux que tu fourres ta grosse bite dans ma petite chatte!

- Ce n'est pas une petite chatte, mais une grosse chagatte baveuse, dis-moi que tu m'aimes...

- Je t'aime Frank, j'ai besoin n de sentir ta grosse mentule dans ma chatoune embrasée...

- C'est bien mieux... Et maintenant empoigne-ma queue, écarte les cuisses et enfourne mon gros chibre dans ta cramouille détrempée...

Sa douce main me branlait langoureusement, j'étais sur le point d'éjaculer avant même de la pénétrer. Je l'ai emmanchée d'un vulgar coup de boutoir et ais tout de suite craché mon foutre à la fin fond de mister utérus.

Elle gémissait tout en psalmodiant mon prénom alors qu'elle jouissait dès ma pénétrée.

Bordel, et moi qui voulait qu'elle ne tire aucune jouissance de notre baisouille.

Le lendemain, lorsque Billie protesta qu'il ne voulait pas de mister rendez-vous, je l'avisais qu'il était trop tard, j'avais déjà conclu le marché. J'avais payé 300 $ une prostituée pour le séduire et passer la nuit dans ses bras et un 200 $ un détective privé pour prendre des photos de leur rencontre.

Je passais une excellente nuit à danser et embrasser encore et encore sa femme devant lui alors que la prostituée lui caressait insidieusement les burnes. Lorsque nous sommes rentés à la maimister, mes parents gagnèrent tout de suite leur chambre, leur avion partait tôt dans la matinée. Je bus mon traditionnel coup de l'étrier en compagnie de Kathy avant d'aller coucher.

Kathy était désolée pour Billie.

- Je sais que je l'ai blessé en dansant dans tes bras alors que tu me roulais pelle sur pelle. Je l'ai vu clairement dans ses yeux...

Je ne voulais pas écouter ces giries

- grimpe à l'étage et fous-toi à poil.... J'arrive dans une minute, il vaudrait mieux pour toi que tu sois prête à m'accueillir.

Lorsque je gagnais notre chambre, elle était étendue dans notre lit dans sa froufroutante baby-doll rouge

- A quatre pattes salope! Je veux t'enculer...

- S'il te plait Frank, je n'ai jamais... Je n'ai jamais fait ça!

-Parfait j'adore être le premier à casser le cul des pucelles du fion! Prends ce tube de vaseline et lubrifie ma hampe...

J'adorais sentir ses mains se promener sur ma bite tendue, cherchant à la graisser de mister mieux pour diminuer la douleur de l'enculage!

Bien que je préfère me faire sa chatoune, je voulais trouver un moyen de jouir de ses charmes sans la faire orgasmer... Ce devait être le meilleur moyen...

- Et maintenant tortille ton cul et demande moi de te sodomiser et tâche d'être convaincante...

Je me réjouis alors de l'entendre me demander de lui dépuceler le trou du cul. Je ne parvins pas à la fourrer aussi rapidement que les autres nuits, mister anus était bien trop serré.

Comme je lui labourais lentement l'œillet annelé, je l'entendais, avec ravissement, sangloter, lorsqu'elle tourna la tête vers moi je vis de grosses larmes noyer ses yeux.

Dès lors les événements s'enchaînèrent rapidement.

Convaincu d'avoir couché avec une pute, Billie fut d'accord pour divorcer à l'amiable, Kathy récupéra la moitié de leurs avoirs, la moitié de la vente de la maimister, et la moitié de ses investissements.

Peu après je l'épousais, et elle accepta que je gère ses finances, on signa un contrat de mariage et je lui donnais une petite semaine pour aménager notre petit nid.

J'étais entièrement satisfait de la tournure des événements, mais, dès que Kathy ferai une erreur je serai obligé de lui filer une rouste pour lui montrer la bonne voie, mais cependant la vie me souriait.

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The Boss


What a Day!

At the end of a long hard day Jill is just about to lockup the office and leave for home, the phone rings.

‘Hello, I was just leaving but if it’s that urgent I’ll be over to your office right away sir’.

‘Shit,’ Jill thinks’ why, did I pick up the phone?’

She locks her office and then makes her way over to the boss’s office. When Jill arrives she is just about to knock on the door when it opens and her boss invites her in telling her to take a seat. As she enters the room her boss closes the door behind them and then walks across the room to lean back against the front of his large desk about three of four feet away from Jill.

‘Is everything OK sir?’

‘Not really’, her boss replied, I’m quite concerned about the way you are dressed today, especially those trousers you are wearing.

‘Why’s that sir, I mean they are quite tidy.’

‘It’s not the look of them as such’ said her boss, ‘stand up a minute and I’ll explain.’

As Jill stands she is beckoned to move a little closer.

‘Right slowly turn around for me.’

‘That’s it, from where I am standing they are so tight I can see every detail including the out-line of your little knickers as well as the curve of you bum.’

Jill blushes and starts to speak when her boss walks towards her until he is only inches away. As he stands in front of her he takes her hand, placing it on the front of his trousers. Shocked, Jill tries to pull her hand away but her boss holds it there with his firm grip,

‘Feel that you tease, feel just how hard you have made me, just by looking at you bending over earlier. Now I think it’s time you help me do something about it don’t you.’

Jill is totally speechless as she feels the hardness of her boss’s cock through the material of his trousers, without another word she feels her boss unzip his flies and then he takes her hand and places it inside his open trousers. With a gasp, Jill takes hold of his hard cock and is amazed how big it feels to her. As she starts to rub her hand up and down this strange shaft Jill’s head is spinning in confusion, just how far does her boss expect her to go?

‘That feels good, now take it out fully.’

As Jill obeys, her boss leans forward and starts to kiss her, as their lips meet her boss powers his tongue into her mouth. Although she tries to resist in her confusion her mind is starting to tell her ‘this feels good’. With their breathing getting heavier and with the slow rhythm of her hand as she wanks her boss’s shaft Jill feels as if she is starting to totally succumb to this older man.
As the kiss continues Jill feels a hand between her legs, the fingers start to rub the front of her tight trousers teasing her wet pussy through the material.

Taking a step back and breaking away from the kiss her boss undoes his trousers completely, letting them fall to the floor along with his pants. As he does this Jill glances down to see his rock hard shaft sticking out in front of him, She lets out another gasp.

‘What’s wrong haven’t you seen one as big as this before Jill.’ Her boss says as he places her hand back on his throbbing cock.

Trembling Jill shakes her head and without a word lowers herself to her knees and takes hold of her boss’s cock once again, slowly she wanks it up and down staring at the shear size and length of it. After about thirty seconds Jill leans forward and with her tongue traces a line starting at the base and then slowly works her way up to the glistening tip as she holds the shaft firmly in her hand. With a circling action her tongue teases the head of this magnificent cock until she slowly opens her mouth and slides her lips over the end and lowers her head to take his cock into her mouth. She flicks her tongue along the underside of the smooth head sending shivers of delight through her boss’s body. Jill starts to suck gently as she bobs her head up and down, feeling the hot hard shaft glide in and out. She tastes the unfamiliar taste of his cock on her tongue. Her mind is racing now. Here she is sucking her boss’s rigid cock. The cock of a man much older than her and it feels so fucking good in her mouth. She is now totally under his command and will do any thing he tells her to do.

‘Wow Jill you certainly know how to give a good blowjob, this is so good but don’t get too carried away, I’ve got other plans for you.’

Feeling large firm hands lifting her to her feet she is stopped from performing the blowjob she is enjoying so much. Jill is led over to the desk and then told to bend over the desk. As she complies with her boss’s command, her trousers are quickly undone and then pulled down around her ankles along with her panties. The sudden feeling of cool air on Jill’s exposed backside gives her a tingling feeling and then she delights in just how vulnerable she is to her boss’s demands. Whilst pushing her down over the desk with one hand the other starts to explore between her legs, a large strong finger probing deep into Jill’s wet pussy. She knocks files and paperwork onto the floor, as she is spread-eagled across the wide desk. Enjoying the helplessness of the situation she tries to move her legs as far apart as the trousers around her ankles will allow to give this man better access to her waiting pussy.

Now with one hand on Jill’s hip, her boss takes his hot hard cock with his other and gently slides it over the sticky folds, parting her lips to find the entrance to her waiting pussy. As Jill feels the bulbous tip starting to enter her she tries to push back to meet him, only for him to withdraw and tease her.

‘Right young lady you are now going to get the fucking your teasing cunt deserves’ as the old man starts to ease his cock into Jills cunt. ‘God your tight, you obviously don’t get a cock like mine too often do you girl’

‘No never sir’ Jill whimpers as she tries to regain her breath. ‘Please don’t stop that’s sooo’

Suddenly she feel the shaft enter her in one long swift thrust, stretching her as it plunges into her cunt deeper than she has ever felt a cock before. As she tries to catch her breath this older man withdraws his cock and then thrusts in again, this time with so much power his heavy balls slap loudly against her. She braces herself by gripping the far edge of the desk as steadily he builds up a strong rhythm whilst holding onto her hips with both hands. The sensation building up in Jill is almost unbearable as she is being totally used by this horny old man, her legs start to weaken beneath her and she starts to tremble as her orgasm begins to build. Sensing she is about to come her boss slips his right hand up under her stomach and continues up against her bare skin, pushing up her bra as he reaches her firm breasts. After rubbing her swollen nipple for a short while Jill feels his large hand grasp her right breast and squeeze it hard. This is all that is needed to send her over the edge and into an earth shattering orgasm, the muscles in her pussy contract around his hard length inside her as if she is trying to draw him in even deeper, her entire body seems to be tingling, her head goes dizzy as she collapses onto the large desk in raptures of shear pleasure, her orgasm courses through her entire body.

Withdrawing his still hard glistening cock from Jill’s wet cunt her boss decides to change his position, leaving her feeling confused and wanting more.

‘Well then girl lets get you over here so that I can finish what you started with that teasing of yours’

Jill feels her self, being half carried over to the couch on the far side of the office and laid down. As her senses start to recover she realises that her boss has now removed her shoes, trousers and panties and is positioning himself between her spread legs, with a smirk on his face he slips his still swollen shaft into Jill’s now gaping pussy, he slips easily into her as the first fuck had stretched her love tunnel enough to take his man sized cock.

This time he enters her and starts to move in and out with long slow strokes, fucking with less urgency as he lowers himself down into her. Feeling his full weight on her, he starts to kiss her gently on the lips, she responds as their tongues entwine and they become completely engrossed in their moment of passion. ‘This feels so good’ Jill thinks to herself. Feeling this horny old mans shaft deep down inside her, deeper that she could ever imagine, deeper than her wildest fantasy.

‘Please don’t stop that’s lovely, you feel oh so good, that’s it fuck me, fuck me hard’. She bends her legs and draws her knees up beside him allowing his shaft to penetrate her as deep as possible. Lying back beneath her horny boss as he thrusts into her, enjoying the experience of another mans cock inside her. This old bastard certainly knows how to fuck she thinks as he holds his cock deep into her stretched cunt, feeling it deep in her tummy as he starts to rotate his hips, his course pubic hairs rubbing against her exposed clit sending sensational ripples of pure enjoyment through her sexy body. This he continues for some time before he starts slipping in and out in slow controlled full-length thrusts. ‘God please don’t ever stop, make love to me forever, please, please, you’re so deep in me, it’s good, yes good, good’

As he quickens his pace the sensation of her pussy being stretched and penetrated by the hard shaft of this old mans cock is absolutely breath taking. The enlarged purple head almost withdrawing before it is thrust fully back into her wet cunt. Her boss looks into her eyes and announces that she should be ready as he intends to come deep inside her whether she likes it or not! ‘I’m gonna fill that tight cunt of yours full of spunk girl’.

Jill can feel yet another orgasm building up as this old man continues to use her, his cock seems to grow even bigger inside her and then wham! – With a grunt he starts to come, he squirts jet after jet of his seed deep into her. As she feels the hot fluid being pumped onto her by this masterful cock Jill reaches another climax, she starts to come almost uncontrollably once again as her pussy contracts around this long hard shaft deep inside her – taking her as never before!

Laying in each other’s arms the intense feeling of their climax starts to subside and Jill feels sir’s semi hard cock slip out of her sticky wet pussy with a squelch. Looking down it is still impressive to her, still large and heavy against her inner thigh.

‘Right then girl I reckon that seeing that I’ve just given you what was probably the best fuck of your life you should repay me by finishing that blowjob you started earlier. As you have made me so horny I intend to make the most of it.’

Jill looks up at her boss with a look of pure lust as he stands up next to the couch and then positions himself next to her head kneeling on the edge of the couch. Reaching up Jill grabs hold of the sticky shaft and pulls it towards her willing mouth. She raises herself up to get a better angle before taking the head into her mouth, sucking noisily on it. With the heady taste of their combined juices on her tongue and the fresh smell of sex in the air Jill continues to lick and suck like a complete slut. ‘If he wants a blow job he’s going to get it’ she thinks to her self. Within seconds she feels his large heavy cock harden until it is fully erect. Whilst Jill holds the base of the shaft with her right hand she starts to bob up and down on the remaining several inches, occasionally stopping to just lick the sensitive end, teasing it with the tip of her tongue. Continuing like this for several minutes until the old man starts to move his thick cock in and out in a slow fucking motion. Jill allows him to continue until he is actually thrusting and fucking her mouth with his balls slapping against her chin. Being used like this turns her on even more and she slips her free hand down between her legs and starts to wank herself. As his speed increases Jill decides to take control again, she starts furiously wanking his cock with her right hand, whilst holding just the head in her open mouth. Their breathing quickens as she is wanking both him and her, he announces he is going to come. As the first jet of thick spunk fires into her mouth Jill closes her lips around the head of his cock she tries to swallow everything bit of spunk he has, at the same time she clamps her thighs tight against her own fingers as her starts to come herself. With the large amount of come being squirted into her sluttish mouth Jill is unable to swallow it all and has to pull back to direct the jets of hot fluid over her chin, with the final few squirts coating her neck and down onto her top.

With a grunt her boss slowly encircles her mouth with his sticky cock until Jill reaches out and licks the last remaining drop of spunk from the tip.

Bending down her boss picks up her clothes and hands her the trousers. ‘You had better put these back on and get home to hubby; I’m going to keep the panties as a souvenir.’

Quickly Jill unashamedly gets dressed and noticing the time she starts to leave not believing they had been fucking for over an hour. ‘Until the next time then and mind how you go’ says her boss with a grin.

Walking across the now deserted car park to her car Jill is in a trance, the short drive home not even registering as if she is on autopilot. Pulling into the drive Jill parks her car; walking up the short drive she opens the front door.

Entering the front room Dave looks up to see his wife standing in the doorway looking dishevelled. ‘What the fuck have you been up to?’ ‘More like who the fuck you mean’ she replies and slowly walks across the room to Dave who is sitting on the settee. Looking closer he can see the traces of spunk in her hair and down the front of her top. Without saying a word Jill leans forward and starts to kiss Dave very passionately. His mind in turmoil, a mixture of jealous anger and pleasure. Knowing that Jill had obviously just sucked another mans cock, including the fact he had come in her mouth, something she would not normally let him do, had Dave instantly horny and wanting to know more. Changing from the submissive girl in her boss’s office Jill now felt in charge and wanted to make Dave wonder a bit more. ‘Right then, no questions just do as I say, kneel down and take off my trousers for starters’ she commands. Dave immediately obeys and from a kneeling position he undoes the front of his wife’s tight trousers and starts to peel them down her legs. With a feeling of complete shock Dave finds he is looking at Jill’s bare pussy, no knickers but very sticky with fresh spunk!

Without giving her husband a chance to say anything Jill places her hand on the top of his head and pushes it towards her pussy. Holding his head still she slowly thrusts her cunt towards his face and starts to rub herself up and down on him, smearing the sticky juices over his face. ‘Lick me clean and if you do a good job I will tell you all about it.’ Hesitantly Dave sticks out his tongue and starts to lick, tasting her lover’s spunk as she pulls her pussy lips apart to give him better access. Licking and sucking Dave soon manages to clean all around her swollen pussy lips and into the hot sticky cleft in between her legs.
‘Sit back on the floor against the settee Jill demands as she completely removes her trousers to stand in front of her husband totally naked from the waist down. ‘This is just how I was dressed when my boss fucked me in his office, over his desk and on the couch. Now I want you to lick me properly and clean all his spunk from me. Do you think you can manage that Dave?’ She says tauntingly. He leans back with his head resting on the seat of the settee and looks up as his sexy wife starts to kneel on the settee, bum facing out into the room and a leg either side of her husband’s head. Dave thinks ‘there can’t be much spunk inside her from an old man like that’- (how wrong can you be?) but as Jill positions her self over his upturned face Dave notices just how puffy and stretched his wife’s pussy is. As she starts to lower her gaping cunt onto his face some of her lover’s spunk starts to ouse down from her well fucked cunt falling onto to her husband’s lips. With a giggle she squirms around rubbing the older mans spunk into his face. ‘Now do your job and clean me up fully, just like in your fantasy, only this time it’s for real. Just think about it, half an hour ago my boss had his big fat old mans cock where your mouth is, can you taste how wonderful it is? I love the taste of his spunky cock Dave and I bet you do don’t you? Before you ask, yes his cock is bigger than yours, much bigger and yes he gave me the best fuck I have ever had. Let’s hope you like the taste of his spunk because I am sure he has got a lot more where that came from.

As Dave gets to work licking and sucking his darling wife’s used pussy he feels as if his own cock is going to explode, he reaches down and pulls it out and starts to wank it as he savours the taste of Jills freshly fucked cunt. Sensing the movement of her husband’s hand behind her Jill turns and tells him to stop wanking. ‘Just concentrate on me’, she demands as she lifts herself off him turns and sits on the edge to the settee, spreading her legs wide before pulling her husband back towards her open cunt for him to continue with his clean up duties.

‘Now don’t stop until I have come.’

Dave continues as demanded, enjoying every second of it, licking his sexy wife is about the best thing he could think of doing right now. Tasting her creamy just fucked pussy and knowing that she had been given such pleasure by another man, an older one at that, given a greater pleasure than he could never achieve. After what seems like an hour of licking, Jill clamps her legs tight around her husbands head and starts to come, trembling as her orgasm courses through her whilst she thinks of the fantastic fuck her boss had given her and how good it was to suck that masterful cock.

When Jill is ready she tells Dave that he can get his cock out again. Eagerly he drops his trousers and kneels between his wife’s open legs; slowly Dave takes his rock hard cock and enters her sexy used pussy. Jill decides to tease him a bit. ‘That’s going to be a waste of time, after sirs massive cock I bet I won’t even feel you in me, oh well get on with it anyway.’ Dave slips into her stretched cunt and starts fucking her as fast as he can, she feels so wet and slippery as he slides his modest cock into his gaping wife, whilst she is still lubricated with another mans come. ‘I told Sir that I love his cock and he is the best fuck ever, much better than you, he thought it funny when I told him that I was going to make you clean me up with your tongue, what do you think of that eh?’

With all the teasing Dave can’t hold back any longer and explodes onto Jill, pumping his spunk into her, to mix with the remains of her lovers manly seed. Totally exhausted Dave slips his softening cock from his wife’s beautiful pussy and collapses between her legs, resting his head on her breasts as he wraps his arms around his wonderful wife, cuddling her as he thinks just how proud he is of her. Knowing just how lucky he is to have such a sexy gorgeous wife like Jill.

‘Well Dave, that was one hell of a day at work, mind you with a cock like that I am sure it won’t be the last time he fucks me. Just as long as you are here for clean up duties I could get used to this and so will you. I might even let you watch the master at work one day, just think how sexy that would be.’

…‘Now then Dave I’ll probably be quite late so don’t wait up. It won’t take me too long to sort out sirs PC at his house but I’m sure there is something else he wants me to deal with.’

Dave looks admiringly at his sexy wife as she leaves the house, thinking that the short dress she is wearing, not to mention her lacy undies will not stay on her for long when she gets to sirs house.

Arriving at her boss’s large house Jill rings the doorbell and waits in excited anticipation. Almost immediately the heavy door is opened and she is ushered into the house by her boss. ‘Glad you could make it Jill.’ He says as he places his hand on her sexy bum and gives it a gentle squeeze. ‘

Walking into the entrance hall she stops to be directed by her boss to which of several doors to take that lead off of the hallway as well as a staircase.

Without saying a word her boss walks up to her and starts kissing her. A kiss she returns with equal passion. It is soon clear that any intent of sorting out his PC has gone totally out the window. As their kiss continues she feels her boss’s hand slip under the hem of her dress and start to probe between her legs. His strong fingers pulling her panties to one side before they start to explore her hot pussy.

‘Wow, your not wasting any time are you sir?

Taking Jill by the hand this older man leads her to the stairs and takes her up to his bedroom at the top. Entering the room they both stand looking at each other in silence as they undress. The sexual tension is electric between them as they are soon completely naked. Holding out both hands her boss takes her hands and pulls her towards him, until their bodies touch. A shiver runs through her as she feels the warmth of his muscular body against her soft skin, as well of the firmness of his semi rigid cock against her tummy. They stand for a while just looking, gently caressing each other’s bodies.

Jill moves her hand slowly down her boss’s flat stomach and traces her slender fingers through his pubic hair until she reaches the base of his cock. She wraps her fingers around the shaft and feels the weight of it as is hangs semi hard between them. Excitedly she wanks her boss as she thinks of the fantastic feeling she will get as he slips this beautiful cock into her. With each second she feels it harden and increase in length until it is transformed into a solid shaft. Moving backwards without letting go of her ‘prize’ she draws him to the edge of the large king-size bed until they both flop back onto it with a giggle. As they land they start kissing again almost immediately, this time lying in each other’s arms, naked and desperate to fuck! Rolling onto her back Jill pulls her boss on top of her, guiding his hard cock towards the entrance of her waiting pussy. Gripping the hot shaft she rubs the head of his cock along the open entrance eager to feel him in her. Although it’s tight he slips into her wet pussy, it seems to adjust in size to accommodate his large cock.

‘I’ve been dying to feel you in me again sir; last time in your office was just fantastic. God you’re so big I cant get enough of you. I cant believe I went all those years without being fucked properly.’

‘We best make up for lost time Jill; you’re so tight when I first enter you it’s like fucking a virgin! Obviously hubby is not up to it in the fucking department then, so lets get fucking, I’ve got all night and you’re not going home until I’m totally satisfied.’

With that her horny boss starts increasing the pace as he fucks her with long hard thrusts. Withdrawing until just the tip of his long shaft is in her before swiftly plunging it back in deep. With each breathtaking thrust Jill feels a delightful tingly sensation course through her body as her first orgasm of many starts to build, taking her to new realms of ecstasy. His massive shaft has now stretched her enough to allow it to piston in and out smoothly, as her own juices lubricate it and combine to heighten their individual pleasure. Relentlessly her lover pounds away franticly, giving her every ounce of energy he has until with a grown he reaches his own climax, erupting in her emptying him heavy balls of all their manly seed. Jill feels the hot jets of spunk deep inside her, much deeper that Dave had ever managed.

‘Don’t stop sir, I’m coming’ I’m coming.’ She pleads as they reach their hot sweaty climax in unimister. ‘That’s it fuck me hard, yes give it to me hard, yes harder.’

With one final thrust her boss powers his cock into her as far as he can, holding it in as deep as possible as he grinds his pubic bone against her clit.

Eventually he relaxes and collapses on top of Jill exhausted, totally spent from giving her such a hard, fast fuck. She feels just as exhausted and has been completely satisfied by her horny boss. With his hard shaft still inside her come filled and totally used cunt, she still cant believe just how good it feels to be fucked by him.

With their first fuck over they lie lazily on his bed gently stroking and kissing in the start of what is to be several hours of sex until the early hours of the morning, sex in which Jill can just let herself go and enjoy without any inhibitions. Enjoy the sluttishness of sucking this old mans cock until he comes deep down her throat and the unbelievable feeling as he eases that long hard cock into her tight bum hole and fucks her arse for the first time!

Later…

As Jill wearily climbs the stairs and quietly enters her bedroom she notices it is almost 2.00 o’clock in the morning. Seeing Dave lying on the bed she slips out of her dress and climbs in next to him. Surprised she finds he is wide-awake and not arelax as she first thought! ‘Was it good love?’ he asks. ‘Unbelievable, it was just fantastic. Even better than when he fucked me in his office Dave.’

Jill stands up on the bed and then lowers herself over her husbands face, squatting just inches away from him. ‘Since you’re awake you can make yourself useful just like last time can’t you. Can you see where he fucked me with that big masterful cock of his, that’s it, now start licking. That’s good you know Dave, he might be better than you at fucking me but when it comes to licking you’re the best. So go on show me how good you are and lick me clean, I know you love it. Mmm… just taste all that old mans spunk in me Dave, make sure you clean it all out.’

Laying back Dave can see her gaping cunt where her boss has stretched her with his great big cock. It is gaping and full of his seed. As Jill lowers herself completely Dave notices the strong smell of fresh sex where her older lover has just fucked his wife. Sticking out his tongue he tastes their combined juices in his wife’s sexy pussy. His tongue easily enters her used cunt as he laps away, takeing her lover’s come as it drains down out of her, scooping it out as she squirms around sitting on his now wet face. Jill lifts herself up slightly and then swivels round to face Dave’s feet before lowering her sticky come filled pussy down over her husbands face again. Looking down she sees the bulge in the bed sheets where Dave’s hard-on is sticking up. Pulling back the covers she reaches down and grasps her husbands cock, squeezing if firmly.

‘I suppose you want me to wank you off don’t you? After a pause. Well…?’

‘Yes love I could come just thinking about him making love to you, but tasting your spunky pussy is almost too much. You taste so good love, I just love to clean your come filled pussy.’

As Dave gets back to ‘work’ as such Jill starts to slowly wank her husbands hard cock. It feels much smaller than her boss’s but just as hard. As she runs her fingers over hubby’s hard-on she starts to describe all the things she had got up to with her boss. ‘Just think of me naked on the bed with him, kissing him whilst I played with his big cock Dave, and imagine how good it felt to feel him deep inside me, especially as he came, the warmth of his naked sweaty body against me as he planted his seed in my tummy. ‘

Can you taste it Dave? All that seed inside your wife, another mans come eh. Go on lick it out and finish yourself off while I think of him fucking me.’

Dave reaches down, taking over from his wife by wanking his own cock as he cleans up after her lover.

All the teasing by Jill is sending Dave mad and when she starts to come as well he begins to tremble, sucking wildly on his wife’s totally used cunt. In her throws of orgasm Jill informs him just how good it was when her boss fucked her up the arse, spunking inside her for the third time that night. This is as much as Dave can take, letting fly with a huge jet of spunk that arcs through the air, splashing across his wife’s splayed legs and over his own chest.

‘I can see you needed that, you naughty little wanker you. Did the fact I let him fuck my bum do it for you eh? I knew it would, that’s why I let him do it, knowing you aren’t gonna, it’s out of bounds to you.’

Still recovering Dave lies below his sexy wife, face sticky with juices from her earlier lovemaking. ‘Like I said before darling, you can do whatever you want, I just love being hear to clean you up after. He can fuck you better than I ever could darling and I can show my love for you afterwards, just like tonight or after he fucked you for the first time in his office. You do what ever you want just as long as you tell me all the sexy details when you get home, its fantastic both ways. You get a good fuck from his masterful cock and I get to lick and worship your gorgeous pussy.

‘That’s it Dave, keep worshipping my cunt cos’ it’s sure gonna get a lot more of his cock inside it in the future, not to mention his thick spunk.’

Trois en un coup !!!!! Merci

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