les histoires de chrislebo

"Hold on Ms McKlain, let me lift up the dress first.....and slide down the panties.....ok now we're ready to begin."

I couldn't get it out of my head how snug and cocky Jamie sounded. I mean she was about to get spanked by her teacher.

Then quickly it happened [SLAP]. The table jerked as the sound of the first spank vibrated around the room. It was like time had slowed down. I couldn't believe it was actually happening. [SLAP] Another jerk of the table. [SLAP] a slight moan came from above. [SLAP] another moan.

I now had an image in my head of high and mighty haveged up Jamie bent over Ms McKlain's desk, with her exposed little ass sticking in the air. The thought made me tingle.

[SLAP]...[SLAP]...[SLAP]

Now the spanks were coming down harder and faster as the moaning became louder and quicker. Soon I could her faint crying as the merciless spanking continued.

15....20... They just kept going. There was now significant wailing coming from above and I was getting worried. Ms McKlain was taking this too far. Her student was in misery and there was no sign of stopping. I had to end this. As much as I wanted Jamie to suffer I couldn't allow this to continue.

So with one more spank I crawled out from under the desk and quickly stood up....and dropped my jaw.

At first what I saw didn't focus in my head right away. Something was very confusing. For some reamister, the sight of Jamie standing frozen with her hand held high didn't register properly. As my eyes traveled down the confusion only increased as I tried to comprehend why Ms McKlain was bent over her desk wailing. My eyes then finally centered on the exposed, and very red plump behind of Ms McKlain.

The full realization hit me like a ton of bricks. It wasn't Ms McKlain who was spanking Jamie, it was the other way around. But how could this be? Jamie was the one who was supposed to be punished for her bad grade.

I then looked back up to Jamie. She just stared at me, frozen with her hand still in the air. She was apparently stunned by my sudden appearance. Then she began studying me, looking at my reaction to the sight before me. I looked down to Ms McKlain's face. Her eyes were closed and her face was contorted in pain as her wailing was slowing down. She still hadn't noticed me but was starting to shift since Jamie had paused in her spanking. She was about to open her eyes and instinctively I dove back under the desk.

After a few more seconds I heard another [SLAP] immediately followed by another loud wail. Jamie then continued almost uninterrupted as I sat below Ms McKlain's desk trying to comprehend this new concept. So Ms McKlain was the one being punished for Jamie's bad grade. But why? Why would Ms McKlain allow herself to be spanked by her own student, then give her a better grade as a reward?

Then another image entered my head. The image of the last time I was under Ms McKlain's desk. The one were Jamie was supposed to be on her knees orally pleasing her teacher. But that's not how it was. Instead the teacher, who commanded so much respect and took no nonsense from her students was the one on her knees sticking her face between her rude student's legs, and now was bent over her own desk and spanked like a young by the same disrespectful girl.

Finally Jamie signaled the end of the spanking.

"Ok Ms McKlain, I think that's enough. Has someone learned a lesmister today?"

"y..y..yes.....I..I'm sorry."

"So you say, but I doubt it. When your done wailing Ms McKlain you can get up and change my grade."

After a minute, Ms McKlain wailing lowered to repeated sniveling and she lifted off the desk to move around to the front. Again I was petrified that I would be caught.

As she came to the front I had a perfect view of the lower half of her body. She still had her dress above her waist and her panties down around her ankles as she rounded the front rubbing her very red behind. Then she turned completely towards the desk and began pulling out her grade book.

Now her bush was only a foot away from my face and while she was busy re-entering Jamie's grade I peered between my teacher's legs. Her lips and pubic hair were almost completely drenched and there was some juice running down her legs. Now it made sense. Now I knew why Ms McKlain was allowing this to happen. It turned her on. She must be loving this. My sicko of a teacher must get off on dominating her students while in class, then being dominated by her rudest one later. Jamie got better grades out of it. It must be the perfect deal for both of them.

Now Ms McKlain, still sniveling, put the book back in her desk.

"Very good teach, take care of the little butt and see you tomorrow" Jamie proclaimed in a perky voice and then she was gone.

Ms McKlain stood in place for a full three minutes rubbing her behind and sniveling, then pulled up her panties, lowered her dress, and left.

I just sat there in awe. I now knew what was going on, and why, but I was still in shock. Then I heard the Janitor down the hall making his rounds, so I got up and left before being discovered.

That night I found it hard to relax. I tossed and turned as I thought about all I had witnessed. I was also a little unsure of myself. When I had first thought it was Ms McKlain who was dominating Jamie I had smiled to myself and felt a little tingle around my pussy. But now that I knew the truth, that it was Jamie who was dominating Ms McKlain I no longer smiled, but had that tingling feeling even stronger and deeper.

Then a question popped into my head. Every time Jamie and Ms McKlain where finished, Ms McKlain would only change Jamie's grade, yet I know for a fact that some of Jamie's friends grades were also being changed. This was a new mystery that I feared I would soon find the answers too.

Then for the first time, it finally hit me that Jamie had seen me, and knew that I had witnessed their little game. Would she do anything about it? Would she tell Ms McKlain? Would she stop all together?

I was still thinking of these questions when I walked back into class the next day. Jamie and most of her friends weren't there yet, and Ms McKlain was doing the usual, simply writing on the board. She gave me no indication that she knew of me.

Just as the bell begun to ring, Jamie and her crowd waltzed through the door making all sorts of noise and being rude. Immediately Ms McKlain told them to be quiet and warned them against mis-behavior. I was in awe of how Ms McKlain could be so confidant and in control with Jamie one moment, then be completely the other way around later.

Jamie and her friends seemed to quiet down and class began. For a while I couldn't bring myself to look at Jamie. But by mid-way through the class, I realized that Ms McKlain hadn't sat down yet. How odd this was. Soon after this thought, Ms McKlain assigned us a test and had no choice but to sit. I watched carefully the frustration on her face as she readied to sit down. When she finally sat, a moment of pain came across her face. I inwardly laughed to myself as I realized why.

I looked over to Jamie to see her cruelly smiling back. I quickly turned away and went back to my test.

Over the next few days nothing really happened. There were very few papers handed back and the grades Jamie was receiving were pretty good. I was also surprised that She never once approached me about what had gone on. I was pretty much convinced that she hadn't told Ms McKlain either.

As the days turned into a week, I was actually a little bit disappointed. A part of me was hoping to see more, witness more of the little games that the teacher and her student played. Finally a week and a half later I got my wish.

Ms McKlain was handing back our grades from the test we had taken. I of course got an 'A' and Ms McKlain smiled approvingly as she handed me my paper. The whole time she was passing out papers, Jamie and her group were talking loudly amongst themselves. As she reached Jamie the small group quieted down. Ms McKlain was trying not to show it, but her hand was shaking as she handed Jamie her paper.

Jamie took one look at the grade, then cruelly smiled back up at Ms McKlain. I could have sworn I saw Ms McKlain shiver. She finished handing out papers and returned to her desk as the bell rung. As Jamie was getting up to leave, she was showing the grade to her friends, and I could see what it was......an 'F'.

Through out the rest of the day my imagination went wild. What was going to happed this time? I mean if Ms McKlain had to give oral sex for C's, get spankings for D's, what would Jamie do to Ms McKlain for an 'F'?

Dozens of scenarios went through my head and needless to say by the end of the day I was very wet and excited. I could hardly stand the anticipation. Finally the bell signaling the end of the school day rang and I made my way to Ms McKlain's room.

Making sure everyone had left, I entered and took my spot under Ms McKlain's desk and waited....and waited.....and waited. Nothing! After a half an hour I was starting to get confused and worried. What was going on? It was at this time that I noticed the note taped on one of the inside walls of the desk. All it had on it was an address. I thought for a moment and recognized that it pointed to a residential neighborhood in a not too comfortable part of town. I figure Jamie must have written this and I could not be sure what she had planned. Never the less, I was much too curious and soon found my way towards the address.

I arrived at the address to find a run down looking house with several cars parked outside. I had no intention of walking through the door so I starting walking towards the back to look for a window. Unfortunately the large dog that was guarding the backyard would have none of it. So I found a window on the side of the house, braced myself, and looked in.

Inside, sitting around a coffee table on couches was Jamie and almost the entire gang from the class room. They all seemed to be takeing and smoking weed. Bottles were everywhere and the smell was horrid. The rest of the house looked just as pathetic. But besides that, there was nothing special going on. They were just sitting around talking. I couldn't even see Ms McKlain. Then there was a knock on the door. Jamie rose from her chair and opened the door. There stood Ms McKlain, dressed in her regular teachers suit and carrying a book in her left arm and a teacher's paddle in her right.

"Hey Ms McKlain, what a surprise, what can we do for you?"

"Hello Jamie...I wanted to....er...what I mean is...."

"Ms McKlain, unless you hurry up, I'm going to go back and continue smoking weed with my friends."

"Well I'm here to....talk about....your exam grade."

"Oh that, that was a very poor grade you gave me Ms McKlain. What was it you gave me again?"

Ms McKlain lowered her eyes "An F" I could see a shiver run through her as she said it.

"Ya, that really was harsh. And I heard you gave the same grade to some of my friends, is that true?"

She nodded.

"Tisk tisk, your a bad teacher aren't you Ms McKlain?"

Again she nodded, eyes to the floor.

"So what are you here to do about it?"

"I'm...here to....apologize."

"Ok Ms McKlain, we'll let you try, now follow me."

Ms McKlain obediently followed Jamie into the main room with all the friends.

"Hey everybody, look whose here. The teach is very sorry about giving us that nasty grade on our exam and is here is permisterally apologize for it."

The group hollered and laughed as Ms McKlain's face started to turn red. Jamie then took the book from Ms McKlain and set it on the coffee table. Then she took the paddle and joined her friends on the couch. Now Ms McKlain stood at the center of the group.

"Before we can listen to your apology, you first need to dress more appropriately."

Blushing even more, Ms McKlain began unbuttoning her blouse to the snickers of her students. Soon she pulled it off to reveal her rather large bra covered breasts. Next she lowered her skirt down to her high heels and stepped out of them. There she stood, only in white bra and panties, hoping that this would be enough for her wicked student.

"Ms McKlain, your still not dressed appropriately for class."

With a sigh she reached back and undid the clasp of her bra and soon her bosoms hung free. Her pink nipples hardening to attention. Then she took hold of her panties and lowered them. I was very surprised to see a bald pussy as the strict, no-none sense teacher stood only in high heels before her rudest students.

The boys whistled and the girls snickered as Ms McKlain held her arms at her sides and head low.

"Ok Ms McKlain, its time for you to begin your apology."

Ms McKlain slowly walked over to Jamie and, to my amassment, laid herself over her knees. Jamie, paddle in hand and smile on her face brought the paddle down hard on Ms McKlain's exposed ass. Ms McKlain jerked her body and gave a slight shriek before announcing:

"One, I'm sorry Ms Jamie"

Then came another

"Two, I'm sorry Ms Jamie"



"Three, I'm sorry Ms Jamie"



"Four, I'm sorry Ms Jamie"



After ten vulgar swats Ms McKlain ass was a nice rosy red as she squirmed on Jamie's knees. Then Ms McKlain rose, took the paddle from Jamie and walked to another one of her students, a girl named Tara. She handed Tara the paddle and, to my ever growing amazement, laid over her lap to.



"One, I'm sorry Ms Tara"



"Two, I'm sorry Ms Tara"



"Three, I'm sorry Ms Tara"



"Four, I'm sorry Ms Tara"

Every time Ms McKlain stood up, her ass was getting redder and redder. After the seventh and final student had paddle her, her ass was a horrible red. She was crying heavily and jumping up and down from the stinging pain, which caused her large breasts to jiggle and bounce obscenely.

Now Ms McKlain stood before Jamie, rubbing her tender ass as she held her head down. Jamie looked at her teacher, then jabbed two fingers into her pussy and began stroking. Ms McKlain squirmed but didn't resist. After a moment she couldn't stand any more and sank to her knees. Jamie continued to furiously jab her fingers into the teacher. Then sensing that the teacher was close to orgasm, pulled her fingers out. This caused Ms McKlain to whale in frustration.

"Oh what's the matter? Does the poor wittle teacher want more?"

Drenched in shame the teacher begged her student "Yes please, please, I need more, please put your fingers back in me."

"Back in where?"

"MY PUSSY! I need your fingers in my pussy!"

"Oh what a nasty little teacher we have here guys, she wants her own student to get her off. Well first she's going to get us off."

Jamie then inhaled some weed and blew into the teacher's face, before removing her own panties. Then Jamie grabbed her teacher's hair and roughly powerd Ms McKlain's face into her now exposed crotch. Ms McKlain immediately went to work licking her student's pussy for all she was worth.

As Ms McKlain licked, the other students took their delights on her body in other ways. One girl took a large paper clip she had stolen from Ms McKlain's desk and attached it to her left nipple. Others had taken markers and were writing obscene comments all over her body like "slut", "bad teacher", "pussy licker", "failure". They even wrote two big F's, one on each tit. Another girl shoved an empty beer bottle into her ass.

When Jamie had orgasmed, Ms McKlain was passed to the next student, Tod. I could remember that he always was making rude sexual comments about his teacher behind her back, yet now here she was bobbing her head up and down his cock while the girl was still fucking her ass with the bottle.

Most of the other students had gone back to smoking weed and talking as they waited their turn with the teacher's mouth. Finally after all dicks and pussy's had been taken care of Ms McKlain crawled back over to Jamie and rested her head in her lap. Jamie stroked her head as she spoke:

"There there, that's a good girl. Your apology seems to be sincere. You've made your student's very happy. Now why don't you be a good little teacher a go change those nasty grades."

Ms McKlain nodded, then turned around towards the coffee table. Jamie gave her a quick slap on the butt and Ms McKlain crawled to the book on the table. That's when I realized what it was, it was her grade book. I continued to watch as Ms McKlain opened her book and, with a clip on her nipple and a beer bottle sticking out of her ass, began to change all the grades from F's to A's.

When the last grade had been changed, Jamie lifted her foot between her teacher's legs and rubbed her sneaker against her pussy. Soon Ms McKlain began rocking her hips back and forth over her student's dirty sneaker. She rocked faster and faster until she exploded in dirty pleasure. She collapsed on top of her grade book as she cried through her orgasm.

After a good 4 or 5 minutes of takeing and smoking weed Jamie told her teacher to turn around and lick the mess she made off her shoe. After cleaning Ms McKlain again knelt before Jamie. Jamie then stood and walked out of the room. A moment later she return with what looked like a dog collar and a leash. She clasped the collar around Ms McKlain's neck and attached the leash. The teacher's body was shaking as she kept her head down.

"Now Ms McKlain, everything you have done until now was an apology, and we have accepted it. However, you still need to be punished for being such a bad teacher, don't you Ms McKlain?"

Ms McKlain nodded as tears formed in her eyes. Jamie then cruelly removed the nipple clip and beer bottle from her ass, as well as her high heels. And with that Jamie began to lead her crawling teacher out the back door. The gang was now really getting riled up. As the Jamie opened the back door I could her the loud barking of the dog. My eyes widened as the realization of what was about to happen dawned on me. The last image I saw was Ms McKlain's ass wiggling out of the door before it closed.

I turned around and ran, ran as fast as I could. I couldn't bare to see what was going to happen. It was too much. I just ran and ran until I reached my house completely out of breath. I went to my room and collapsed on my bed. As I lay there, I realized that my cloths were sticking to my body from the sweat of running.

As I began to remove my cloths I noticed my panties were completely drenched. I couldn't deny it. What I had witnessed had really turned me on, even as perverted as it was. I began to remove the panties for a new pair but my fingers accidentally brushed against my clit and a low moan escaped my lips.

Suddenly all the images that I had seen within the past hour came flooding back. The sight of Ms McKlain getting paddled, of the words being written all over her body, of the beer bottle lodged in her ass, of the crude way she fucked Jamie's shoe, and finally of her reddened ass as she crawled out the back door.

My knees gave way and I collapsed to the floor as I furiously rubbed my fingers against my clit, cumming hard a few moments later to these images.

I awoke the next morning with my fingers in my pussy. I got dressed and went to school. The entire day all I could think of was last evening. What would it be like today in class. How would Ms McKlain compose her in front of the same students that degraded her.

My answer came as I entered Ms McKlain's class. Nothing. Not a thing was different. I was truly amazed at how normal Ms McKlain acted when she was back in class. She was back to being her strict demanding self again. Even when a few of the bad kids were talking too loud, she immediately told them to be quiet and they lowered their voices.

However I did notice that she wasn't sitting in her chair very much, as well as the high collared blouse she was wearing. I'm guessing the two large F's on her breasts didn't wash away yet.

It was then that I looked over to Jamie and saw that sinister smile looking back. I turned away in embarrassment. She knew I was there last night. She knew I saw almost everything. But why was she letting me see all this? Was she toying with me?

In any case, the next few days nothing special happened. Most of the work we did in class wasn't very hard, even Jamie and her dumb friends did well on them. Despite myself I was just begging for Jamie to get another bad grade. I wanted to see more. I know its horrible for me to wish this but I was so dame curious to see the teacher I once respected get humiliated some more. Especially when Ms McKlain was acting so tough in class.

So when Jamie got a "D" handed back to her the next week, I almost shrieked with joy. I was almost shaking with anticipation the rest of the day. Finally the last school bell rang and I made my way to Ms McKlain's room. Making sure everyone was gone I slipped in and hid under the desk.

Right on queue I heard Jamie and Ms McKlain coming into the room after a few minutes.

"But Jamie, you didn't even turn in the assignment. I thought I was being more than generous by giving you a 'D'."

"Ms McKlain, a bad grade is still a bad grade, and you gave me a bad grade did you not?"

"Yes I did but..."

"Ok Ms McKlain, your right. I have no reamister to protest. I'll leave right now and keep the grade."

"No wait!"

"Yes?"

"I...I...your right."

"Right about what Ms McKlain?"

"You deserve a better grade."

"I see, you know what that means don't you teach?"

"Yes Ms Jamie."

Then I felt the desk move slightly as Ms McKlain must have been bending over it. Then the rustling of a skirt being lifted and panties being lowered. Then I heard the sound of a hand caressing bare skin as Jamie began tormenting Ms McKlain.

"You know Ms McKlain, you really are quite pathetic. Bending over your own desk while letting a female student half your age caress your bare ass. A student that couldn't care less about your class or your teachings."

I could here a low moan escape from the teacher.

"It reminds me of the first time this happened. I was sick and tired of all your cuckolds brownie and bad grades. I walked into your class after school ready for a headed argument. Imagine my surprise when you surrendered so quickly. I had always been warned that you were a tough bitch, but now your my bitch aren't you, your my little pet."

Another moan.

"Oh you resisted at first, trying to act all high and mighty, but I broke you soon enough. I remember your face the first time I told you you were going to be sticking that educated tongue inside my ass, all shocked. Now you can't get enough.

And your embarrassment when I showed my new pet off to my friends from class, it was priceless. You've made me a lot more popular Ms McKlain that's for sure. But you get what you wanted out of it as well. We both know how much you enjoy being humiliated by your worst students. Just look how wet you are right now, its pathetic. And your wiggling your ass just begging for punishment aren't you."

"yy..yes Ms Jamie"

[SLAP]

"Ahhh"

[SLAP] [SLAP] [SLAP]

"Ahhooooowwwweee"

"I mean I could work hard for my grades, but this is so much more fun isn't it Ms McKlain?" [SLAP]

"Ahhh yes Ms Jamie"

"Its a whole lot easier spanking my teachers ass instead of kissing it like some of your other students, like Amber for instance."

Did she just mention my name?

"Students like Amber work so hard to get those top marks, but I know this is how you prefer to give grades." [SLAP]

"Ohhhh"

"And what do you think of Amber?" [SLAP] "Do you believe she deserves the high grades that she gets?" [SLAP]

"Well, Amber is a very good student" [SLAP] "ahh, and she works very hard for her grades."

Finally, Ms McKlain is sticking up for me, her best student.

"Yeah, she's a regular teachers pet isn't she?"

[SLAP] "Ahhh!"

"Just like your my little pet aren't you?"

Well..hmmm [SLAP] ahhhh....yes [SLAP] YES! [SLAP] I'm your little pet!

And do pets deserve to be punished? [SLAP]

"Uh Huh!"

Where is this going?

"And since Amber is her teacher's pet, doesn't she deserve to get punished?" [SLAP]

"Yes Ms Jamie."

"So go ahead Ms McKlain, tell Amber how bad she's been."

"Amber, you've been a bad girl [SLAP] always turning in 'A' papers [SLAP] and being so smart [SLAP] and so well behaved [SLAP] and becoming your teacher's pet [SLAP]"

"And does she need to be punished for being such a bad little pet?" [SLAP]

"Yesssss!"

"Come on Amber, you heard Ms McKlain. You've been a bad little pet and need to be punished."

I was shocked. She couldn't really be meaning that I actually be punished...could she? She especially couldn't expect me to actually agree to being punished for getting good grades. I was expecting her to continue, to move on with her offense of our teacher. Yet all I could hear was my own ragged heavy breathing.

To my utter shock and surprise I found myself slowly rising from beneath the table. As I stood I could see Ms McKlain's shocked face, but worse Jamie's evil cocky smile. Instinctively I lowered my head. Why did I do that?

"Come little pet, join your teacher in her punishment."

Tears started to form as I walked to the front of the desk. Now I could see Ms McKlain's very very red exposed ass. That's when I felt Jamie's hand gentle push my back forward.

And there I was, lying over Ms McKlain's desk. Ms McKlain on the left, I on the right. The respected and in control teacher and her smartest dedicated student side by side, bent over the table, skirts up over our backs and panties at our ankles, and asses exposed to the cruel hand of the rudest student.

[SLAP]

The End!

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Mommies Make Great Pets!



My flower can be very demanding sometimes. From an early age Stacey learned that being a brat works well for her, whether it's at the school or sadly, at the home. This usually means she gets what she wants.

But as she's been getting older, Stacey has she been trying to challenge me more and more. All teenagers try to rebel against their parents, but I keep getting the impression that Stacey wants to take control of our lives away from me.

It worries me that she doesn't respect my authority, even though I am her lady. It also worries me that every time she openly defies me, especially in public, I tend to get..... well.....wet between my legs.

I know it's horrible, and sick. But when she gets all bratty and disrespects me, my knees go weak. I don't know why and I've never admitted it to her. I would absolutely die if she ever knew.

But I am still her lady after all, and I have to do my best to act like it. So one day when she came to me wanting a puppy, I finally decided to put my foot down. It was time she learned who was the parent and who was the young.

Since I hated dogs, I told her in no uncertain terms that I would not allow her to get one. She begged and begged, but I wouldn't budge. Soon she became her usual bratty self and resorted to name calling, saying I was a mean cruel mommy who didn't love her flower.

This was all very hard for me. I loved my baby very much, and to hear her say such things really pained me. But I had to draw the line some where, and not getting her a puppy was it.

After a week of begging and name calling, she just resorted to the silent treatment. How youngish. When I would come home tired from a long day at work and ask how her day went, she'd just ignore me and continue eating dinner or watching TV. When she went off to the movies one day with her friends, she "told" me to pick her up. I should have known better but agreed, thinking that it might improve our relationship.

But when I got there, she totally ignored me as she continued chatting with her friends outside the mall. As I sat there stupidly in the car, honking, she acted like I wasn't even there. The bitch! It took great determination not to reach down between my legs as she and her friends giggled at me. However, I knew I'd be indulging my perversion later that night alone in bed.

You see I am 33 and divorced. I had caught my piece of cuckolds brownie husband having an affair with this young blond bimbo and threw his ass out of the house. He laughed, saying that I would be crawling back to him in no time, but I showed him. I worked hard to pick myself up and now I had a very successful, high paying job. Besides my income, I made sure we get plenty of money in alimony from him.

So now Stacey and I get to live comfortably in our nice big house where I can fall arelax in my own soft King sized bed. My good income also allowed me to buy a brand new Mercedes, which I just absolutely love to show off.

But just in spite of me, my ex always gives extra money to my flower when ever she asks. He does it so my flower loves him more. I hate him more for it. He's not the one whose here for her when she's really in need. He's not the one helping with homework, or with boy problems or what ever. But since he gives her money, he's not the one getting the silent treatment.

So that brings us back to today, where I'm sitting in my favorite chair by the TV (This is one of the only other things I insist on with my flower, that she never sit in my favorite leather chair) when she came in the house with a rather large paper bag. When I asked her what was in it, she just ignored me and went into her room.

Later that day when I walked into the kitchen, I noticed laying in the corner a small empty bowl. On one side it had the name "Butter Cup". She had mentioned that she wanted to call her puppy Butter Cup. Well if she thought that I'd still give in and get her a dog, than she could forget it.

Over the next several days I began to notice other pet items being left around the house. A dog collar and leash on the dinning room table, rubber toys in the living room, including this really strange doggy tail.

I was beginning to get upset with all her nonsense, she still believed I was going to budge.

On Saturday, she spent half the day working on something outside in the back yard. When she was finished, she walked into the house and straight up to her room. When I looked out the window, standing there to my complete shock was an actual dog house.

Well this was the last straw. I had to end this right here and right now. She was going to accept my authority as the lady and forget this stupid idea of getting a puppy whether she liked it or not.

I walked right up to her room and pounded hard on the door.

"Stacy, open the door this instant, we have to talk!"

"Its open lady"

I walked into my flower's room and in the middle of all the stuffed naturals on her bed was Stacey on the phone.

"Mom, can this wait? Can't you see that I'm on the phone?"

"Stacey hang up, I want to talk to you right now."

"In a moment." And she just continued talking. I was steamed at her arrogance. Defying her lady yet again. Yet I allowed her to finish. I was trying to show her some level of respect so that in turn she'd show some back.

Yet 5 minutes later she was still chatting away, with no sign of stopping. I was feeling very foolish standing, looking at my flower as she virtually ignored me. Finally I spoke again.

"Stacey I've been very patient, hang up that phone this instant."

"Mother you are so rude, I'm on the phone with a friend. Can't you just leave and come back when I'm finished?"

I felt a little tingling sensation in my stomach as she said it. I hated when she did this. She was obviously attempting to take control of the situation by ordering me to leave. But if I walked out now, she'd win and totally lose any respect for me. I couldn't allow that to happen.

So instead of leaving, I continued to silently stand there. But as she talked on the phone, completely ignoring me, I found myself getting that sick feeling of offense, and I was actually becoming slightly excited by her attempted rebellion. Even more, something in my head was telling me to leave, to listen to my flower's orders and walk out.

You see its a little known fact that in the deepest part of any single lady's brain, she secretly enjoys it when her flower tries to overcome her right to power. Almost welcoming her flower to take over the dominant role. But they'll never admit it and especially never act on it.

Yet as exciting as the possibility of surrendering control to my flower was, I knew I couldn't do it. I needed to demonstrate authority, not presentation. So I did the only thing I could do, I patiently waited for her to finish. And waited.....and waited. After 15 minutes of talking about boys, hairstyles, and what ever else young girls talk about, I was beginning to feel very foolish again. Why didn't I just demand she stop talking this instant? Why was I letting her ignore me like this?

Suddenly I realized that my panties were sticking to the inside of my thighs. I was still becoming more and more turned on by Stacey's rebellion. Oh how I wish I could just reach down and re-arrange my sticky panties....and maybe even....shamefully rub around a little.

But I couldn't do that in front of my own flower. Perhaps I could quickly run out and satisfy myself in the bathroom before coming back. Yet she would see me leaving her room as acceptance of her command. No, I had to remain where I was, no matter how sticky my thighs were becoming.

Finally she finished, hung up the phone, and looked up at me. "Ok, now what was soooo important that you couldn't wait."

I hated her tone, it was as if she were the parent and I was just a young who was bothering her with my little problems.

"Stacey, we have to talk, I'm getting tired of all these items you keep buying and leaving around the house.

"But they are for my new puppy."

"Stacey, as I told you before, I will not allow you to get a puppy and that is all there is too it."

Finally an accretive tone. I was demonstrating who was in charge here. Now she'd learn to fully accept me as the female matriarch of the family once and for all.

But she simply giggle and continued "Oh don't be silly, of course I'm going to have a puppy."

She had now locked eyes with me, still trying to make me back down.

"Stacey, you can beg me all you want, but I'm going to put my foot down and say NO."

She began to rise off her bed and slowly walk towards me. "Mommy, would you like to know what my puppy will look like?"

"No Honey, I don't want you to have a puppy." I detected a hint of whining in my voice.

"My new little puppy will be so cute, with her wide puppy dog eyes, and nice long coat of hair." She was now standing right in front of me.

"Stacey, I don't think you understand...."

"Shhhhhhh" She said, raising a finger to my lips. I was shocked. How dare she shush me, her own lady. I should be taking her over the knees and spanking the little brat. Yet all I could do was breath heavily onto her finger as she held it to my lips.

"My puppy will also be very obidient to her new master. She will always listen and do as she's told with out question."

She was now softly running her fingers along the outside of my lips, caressing them. I couldn't understand what she was doing, but I was finding it harder and harder to stand up straight.

"I will also teach my new puppy how to do tricks. She will learn how to play fetch, roll on her back, play dead, and so many other fun games."

Now her hand was caressing my check. This wasn't going right. She was taking over the situation and I had to retake control, but her caressing hand was making it so hard to think.

"My puppy will also be given the very best doggy food and will be kept very clean as I lead here into the bath tub and thorally scrub every part of her dirty body."

Her hand was now moving down my neck and soon rested on the top of my blouse. I had still yet to say anything to stop her. With every second that went by, she was more and more switching places with me. Despite the fact that my moist cunt was now dripping juice down my thighs I had to take control of the situation.

"Stacey, p...please stop!" I was almost shocked with how pathetic I sounded. Like a little girl asking her mommy to stop.

Stacey giggle at my weak attempt as she began playing with my top button. As Stacey looked again into my glazing eyes.....she unbuttoned it. I felt a little electric shock go through my spin at that moment. She was fast taking control.

I didn't know where this was leading but she was obviously aiming to finally take my place as head of this house...second button....she was testing me, seeing if I'd submit....third button...I had to stop this and preserve my position as lady....fourth button....before all was lost.

"Of course mommy, my new puppy will need to be house trained. In the beginning she'll relax in her cute little doggy house outside. But guess where she'll relax when she learns how to behave?"

She held on to the last button, toying with it as she raised her head to my ear and whispered "Between my legs!"

My knees buckled and I almost fell to the floor as I held on to the bed post. I looked back at her with a look of fear and....desire as she undid my last button. Now my blouse was open partially revealing my bra. Stacey reach up and lightly pushed the blouse off my shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor.

"So mommy, what do you think now of giving me my new puppy?"

Her hands were now at my waist, slowly tugging down on my dress. My mind was screaming to stop her, but my throbbing cunt was begging for her to continue. As she moved my dress past my hips, and below my soaked panties, my sent filled the room.

I knew I was fast approaching a thin line that I would not be able to return from.

In another brief moment my dress had completely fallen to the floor and I know stood embarrassingly in my bra and panties before my flower as she defiantly looked me in the eyes. I turned away, unable to return her stare.

"Mommy, would you like to know a little secrete, I already have my new little puppy. Would you like to see her?"

A slight whine escaped my mouth in response. Smiling she turned around and walked to her table drawer. Opening it, she pulled out.....a collar. The same collar I had seen a few days earlier. She turned back to me and walked over looking as bratty as ever.

"Here mommy, why don't you put the collar on my new puppy"

She handed me the collar. I felt a slight spazing deep in my vagina as I stared at the collar in my hands. Even though it only said Butter Cup on it, it had presentation written all over it. As I said, Stacey has been trying to take over control of our lives for some time.

With my flower looking at me in triumph, I raised the collar to my neck...and snapped it on. A wave of offense washed over me at that moment. I, a 33 year old lady had just handed the dominant role of our family over to my teenage flower.

Stacey had a look of complete victory on her as she began walking behind me. "So my mean mommy wish's to become my little pet does she?"

I didn't answer, my mind was swirling with confusion and lust. Had I just submitted to my own flower? But as Stacey began caressing my panty covered ass and patting it possessively, I quickly became fully aware of my new position.

"I said, does my mean old mommy wish to become my little bitch puppy slut?"

I nodded my head yes and she gave my ass a squeeze. "Will my mommy be an obedient puppy?"

I nodded again. She had now reached around me and began fondling my breasts through my bra.

"And will she do all kinds of tricks for her new owner?"

I thought of how degrading it was going to be doing doggy tricks for my flower, with my breast bouncing and ass jiggling for her amusement. I moaned.

She had now walked back in front of me as she reach down between my legs.....and started stroking.

"Will my little pet be punished if she misbehaves?"

I couldn't stop, the intimacy of it just made me answer "Yesssss."

"But puppies aren't suppose to talk, there suppose to bark. Bark for me Butter Cup".

I looked up at her for the first time. My new owner was waiting on me.

"Rough"

She removed her fingers from my heated panties.

"Good Girl. It seems my little pet is getting a little excited." She held up her hand to show me the sticky wet film on in. I could not believe I had actually wet my own flower's fingers with my pussy juice, through my panties no doubt. But she was making me so hot, and I was craving her domination of me. She knew exactly what she was doing and I was completely lost under her spell. She dried her slick fingers off my right bra, then looked back at me.

"Butter Cup, doggies aren't suppose to stand, there suppose to crawl for their masters."

I found myself slowly lowering to the ground. It was becoming official, I was completely surrendering myself to my flower. She was now the matriarch of the house. Moments later, I was on my hands and knees before her.

"Now lets play with my new pet doggy, roll over and play dead!"

I rolled over onto my back and held my legs and hands up in the air like I'd seen the neighborhood dogs do so often.

"Such a good girl" She started rubbing my belly and I felt strangely very proud. "Now roll back over and fetch" She through an object across her room and I immediately got to my hands and knees and chased after it. I could her laughing as I clumsily wobred my behind.

Quickly I found what I was looking for, a leash. I tried to pick it up with my hands but she stopped me.

"Puppies don't know how to use their hands silly, they use their mouths."

I lowered my mouth to the floor and picked up the leash with my teeth. Then I crawled to my very happy flower.

"I am so proud of my little puppy, she is behaving so well. Does my little pet know what this is for?"

I nodded my head.

"That's right, it's suppose to be attached to your doggy neck so I can lead my pet around." She reached down and clipped the leash to my collar.

"Come Butter Cup, time for your lunch."

She pulled on the leash and I was soon crawling behind her. We walked out of her room, through the living room, and into the kitchen. I was having a hard time keeping up and Stacy was getting a little annoyed.

"We're going to have to work on your crawling pet. But now its time for your first meal."

I started crawling to the table but she yank me back to her.

"No stupid pet, dogs eat on the floor, out of their bowls." I stared at the bowl on the floor. She told me to heel on my hind legs as she left the kitchen. A moment later she appeared with a giant bag of.....Dog Food.

My heart sank as I realized my flower would be serving me real dog food. She poured the contents into my bowl and told me to begin eating. I hesitated. It looked so disgusting.

"Come on Butter Cup, doggies need to eat to keep their fine coat of hair and muscle strong." She punctuated by patting my left thigh.

I looked up at my owner and whined.

"Don't be like that, this was the most expensive doggy food I could get with your credit card. But if you don't like it, the store does serve cat food!"

With great reluctance I lowered my head to the bowl. The smell was also awful, yet I opened my mouth and began eating. I had to really chew hard before I could swallow the hard food.

I could hear Stacy giggling to herself. I could imagine what she was thinking. She always wanted to switch places with her lady, and become the dominant female in the house, but she could have never have dreamed that her lady would actually submit to her. Even more, she was managing to turn her lady into her very own pet puppy.

My face burned in shame as I continued to eat my dog food.

When I was finished, I looked around for something to take. The food had made me thirsty. I looked up at Stacy and whined again.

"Oh, does Butter Cup need something to take"

I nodded my head.

"Then come on." She began to lead me out of the kitchen. I was a little confused, since she could simply fill a bowl in the kitchen sink and give it to me. Yet we continued across the house.....and into the bathroom.

She led me up to the toilet, lifted the lid, and just looked at me. I looked back at the toilet, and then to her. I was a little bit confused.

"Gosh, I had no idea that dogs were really this dumb. Your suppose to stick your head in it and take. That's what all new puppies do before their house trained."

My mouth dropped. She was telling me to stick my head into the filthy towel bowl and take. Even worse, I had just used this toilet not one hour ago, and my stench could still be smelled.

But my mind was decided for me as Stacey gently guided my head to the bowl, and slowly lowered it to the water. I didn't stop her as I closed my eyes. When the tip of my nose touched the cold water, I extended my tongue.....and began lapping. Stacey squealed in delight as she watched her lady further degrade herself.

With my belly full of toilet water I raised my head and waited for her next perverse idea.

"Oh, my little puppy is all wet and yucky. I think its time to give my doggy a good washing." She reached behind me, unclasped my bra, and allowed it to fall to the floor, my breasts popping free and swaying beneath me. Next she hooked her thumbs into the sides of my panties and quickly pulled them off my legs.

I was now on my hands and knees, fully naked before my flower. Tugging on my leash, she led me into the bath tub, removed my collar, and turned on the shower. In moments I was drenched by the ice cold water as it sprayed down on my back and head. I began to shiver as the tub slowly filled. When it finally did, Stacey turned off the water, took hold of the liquid soup and poured it all over my back.

"Butter Cup, you are being such a good girl doggy, now hold still as I wash that dirty body of yours."

I can remember when Stacey was a little girl, and I washed my baby in this very same bath tub. Now that same little girl was washing me.

I squirmed as she began scrubbing hard with a sponge. She scrubbed my back, my belly, my thighs, my....breasts.....my ass....and finally.....my vagina. I was starting to really get worked up as she seemed to concentrate on these three areas, and when she started scrubbing my slit hard, I found myself rocking back and forth against the sponge.

"Butter Cup, you really have to stop moving so much. I have to clean this messy pussy of yours." I flinched at these vulgar words words coming from her mouth.

By the time she had finished, it was all I could do to not reach back between my legs and finger my clitty. I was so hot. Even after she tried drying my vagina three times with the towel, I was still wet between my legs.

"Hmmmm, does Butter Cup like all the attention her owner is giving her??"

I couldn't answer her, it was too embarrassing. I tried to turn away from her eyes. But she took my chin and made me look at her.

"Does my little puppy like all the attention her new master is giving her?

I nodded yes in offense. It was one thing to surrender control to my flower, it was another thing to admit I liked it.

She patted me on the head and fitted me with the collar. Attaching the leash she took me to her room, where she sat on a chair. Like a little young she had me sit on her lap as she began combing my hair, or "grooming me" as she called it. To my ever growing frustration, she took great delight in wedging her knee between my legs and gently rubbing it back and forth.

Despite my best efforts, within 5 minutes I was practically shaking with need. By the time she was done, I was getting desperate and she knew it. When I got off her lap, she scolded me for leaving her knee wet. My face burned in shame as I looked at my flower's knee covered in my juices. But I wasn't surprised when she told me to like it off "Like a good Doggy".

I was appalled at the idea of tasting my own juice, but when she suggested that I was being a bad doggy I became terrified. I became very aware that I so desperately wanted to show my flower I was a good puppy. I must be a sick woman.

I stuck out my tongue and gently began licking the bare skin of her wet knee. It felt so perverse, but I licked it all.

By this time she could most definitely smell the must in the room from my pussy. I really needed to get off bad.

"Does Butter Cup need a little release?"

From the floor, I looked up to her and whined as I shook my head desperately.

"Does she need it really really bad?"

To my surprise, I started panting.

"Will she be willing to do almost anything to get it?"

"Roof" She had me, and she knew it.

With another wicked smile, she took my leash and led me out of her room. We entered the living room and I followed her to my favorite seat, the leather chair.

She turned around and before her lady, lowered her shorts and panties to the ground. Stepping out of them, she left her shoes and socks on as she stared down at me. For the first time since my little girl was.....a little girl, I saw her young cunt. I stared at the tender flesh of her vulva as the light pubic hair did little to hide her wet lips.

Then I quickly realized what she was planning to do. She was going to sit in my favorite chair. The same chair I've forbad her to use. Now she stood in front of it, ready to lower her wet sex upon it.....right in front of her kneeling lady.

This was a big statement she was making. This was another measure of her new dominance over me. I gave a little whimper as she slowly began lowering her moist cunt onto her mommy's precious chair.

My pussy spasmed when she sat.

Smiling with yet another victory over her lady, Stacey took hold of my leash and started pulling me closer and closer between her legs. I tried to resist at first, I mean this was my own flower, but all I could do was stare at her bare cunt. I couldn't believe how adorable it looked, so young, so fleshy....so...so....DELICTIOUSE.

I found myself salivating when Stacey began spreading her pink folds before me like a flower. My face was now right above her sex and her smell was intoxicating as I shamefully inhaled deeply, my nostrils filling with her perfume.

This was the price. This was the price I now had to pay for something that not two hours ago, I could have done in the privacy of my room with a vibrator. But not any more. I had surrendered my free will to the control of my flower, and that included my pussy. She now controlled that as well, and in order for her to allow it to cum, I had to stick my face in hers. And I was only too eager.

I lowered my face and gently kissed her bud, before slowly running my tongue down the length of her slit, licking the tasty syrup from her folds. I continued licking up and down her slit until there were no more juices left, then I fully extended my tongue inside her as I allowed my my nose tickled her clit.

"Ohhhhhhhh, gooooood doggy.....use that looooooong tongue of yours.....ohhhhhh such a goood doggy!"

Her degrading words made me more excited as I fucked my flower with my tongue. To my shame I was really enjoying her taste and I couldn't get enough. I wiggling my tongue deep inside my flower's tight vagina to get more of her sweet nectar. As she held my head tightly against her, Stacy had placed her legs over my shoulders. As she jerked her hips against my tongue her shoes began digging painful against my back.

I moaned from the pain but I dare not stop. I dutifully continued licking my flower as she desired.

By now my saliva and her juices were freely flowing onto the leather sofa but I didn't care. All that mattered was making my flower cum and then hopefully....hopefully it would be my turn.

But she was taking way too long. Five minutes, than ten, than fifteen. For a young girl she showed an enormous sense of self control as I continued to plug my numb tongue inside her.

She just moaned and moaned....until....until.... Finally!!! She came like a water cannon as my face became covered with her young liquid. Her cunt muscles practically pulling my tongue out from my mouth as she bucked and shook. For a full 5 minutes she held my face tightly clenched between her legs. When I finally rose, I didn't notice that I was licking my lips.

In a panting, lack of breath she spoke to her puppy: "Oh Butter Cup, you truly are a man's best friends....or a girl's. I can see I'm going to be using that tongue a lot more often."

I blushed.

"Is my little puppy still all hot and horny????"

I whined again, I was soooo dame horny.

"Ok Butter Cup, you can get off for your new master."

Relieved, I dived my fingers into my sopping wet pussy, I was finally going to be allowed to cum. But a quick slap to the face ended that.

"No you stupid puppy, dogs aren't suppose to use their fingers to masturbate!"

I looked at her with a little bit of confusion.

"I wonder if you actually have a brain in that dumb head of yours, dogs are suppose to hump their owner's legs when they masturbate silly."

I looked at her in total shock as she crossed her legs. Was she was really serious? She was taking this doggy act all the way. How humiliating this was going to be to "Hump" my flower's legs to get off.

But I was so desperate with need that I hardly waited more than a second as I crawled up to Stacey and straddled her crossed leg. My cunt was now between her knee and her shoe and I looked up at her for permission.

She didn't have to nod twice. Soon I was rocking my hips up and down as I grinded my leaking pussy along my flower's legs.

"Bark for me Butter Cup, show mommy how much you enjoy humping her leg."

"Roof...roof...bark...arf....arf....." I barked for my new mommy as I fucked my flower's leg like the bitch in heat I was. I didn't care about any dignity I had left. I barked and whined like a complete whore as my flower watched in awe her lady make a complete fool of herself.

Her leg was getting drenched as I desperately slide my cunt along. She was now pulling and twisting my nipples as I howled for my new owner. What a sight I must have been. For close to ten minutes I fucked Stacey's leg until finally my whole body shook with an earth shattering organism unlike any I've ever had. I only remember the very first seconds of my depraved release, for I blacked out almost immediately.

The next thing I remember, I was waking up on my back as Stacey watched TV. As I came to, I noticed there was pressure on my breasts. I looked at my chest and saw Stacey's dirty sneakers resting on them. I could not believe she was using my breasts as a footstool. Countless times I had told her not to wear her dirty shoes inside my house. But that's when I was the adult mommy. Now I'm nothing more than a pet puppy to my flower, and my breasts are mere foot stools.

She noticed me shifting under her. "Oh, so my little puppy is finally awake. She was quite the horny doggy today wasn't she?"

I didn't responded as my breasts continued to suffer under her shoes.

"I hope my puppy enjoyed it, because it's going to be a long time before she gets to do it again."

I whined, but for the next half hour she continued watching TV while her feet remained on me. This gave me time to reflect at the situation. If you would have told me a day ago that I would allow my flower to sit her leaking cunt on my favorite leather sofa, while she rests her filthy sneakers on my bare breasts while I lay naked before her, I would have said you were crazy. But that's exactly where I found myself.

Finally she lifted her feet off my chest and tugged on my leash.

"Come doggy, its almost dark outside and it's getting late. Time for bed." I began crawling after her but became very worried when she led me to the back door.

"Come on Butter Cup, its relaxy poo time. Lets see your new home!"

She led me outside and for the first time I really got a good look at the dog house. It looked bigger from inside the house. It was panted white and pink with one opening in the front.

As we got closer, I could see the name written on the top ...."Butter Cup". I held my head down as I crawled into my doggy home. Stacey tied my leash to a poll in the ground, then patted me on the head.

"Good night Butter Cup, have a good relax and see you in the morning when I bring you your dog food."

Then she turned around and walked back into our house...... or her house now.

How truly pathetic I really am. Today was suppose to be the day I demonstrate who was the real authority of this home. That I was the woman in charge. As Stacey comfortably falls arelax in my big soft bed, I can still her dogs barking in the distance and birds chirping as I try to relax naked in my new Doggy House.

3 weeks later....

Over the course of the next week Stacey continued to train me to be the best puppy I could be. She's taught me how to do all kinds of humiliating things for her, especially using my tongue.

Her favorite game is called "Find the Doggy Treat", which is usually lodge deep inside her vagina or ass. Shamefully, I'm getting very good at finding it. Especially since I've been able to stretch my tongue an extra 2 1/2 inches longer out of my mouth. Stacey's goal is to get it to stretch at least 3 inches longer. I guess I'll be doing a lot of cunt and ass licking in the near future.

I also hate it when she makes me go fetch the newspaper. I just know someone is going to catch me one of these days crawling naked across the front lawn in the morning light, then scampering back with the paper between my teeth.

Stacey has also refused to allow me to go to work. They've been calling to find out were I've been, but my flower just tells them I'm on vacation. I don't know how much longer I can stay away before I get fired.

Then, a week later my world completely came crashing down. While Stacey and I were in the back yard practicing how to lift my leg under a tree and pee, I heard a tremendous laugh coming from behind. When I turned around, my heart sank. It was my ex-husband and his new 23 year old blond bimbo wife.

"Oh my goodness, its true, its really really true. Stacey has actually turned you into her puppy!"

I looked over at Stacey and whined for an explanation.

"That's right, I've invited daddy to see my new puppy. When I told him all about you he just had to come and see for himself. Is this your new wife daddy?"

"Yes she is sweetie, this is Mary, my new gorgeous wife. Mary let me introduce you to my ex-wife.

Mary giggled: "Bob, when you told me your ex-wife was a real bitch, I had no idea you were being serious!"

They all laughed at this, causing my vulva to spasm sorry (or voluntarily). Then Stacey furthered my humiliating position: "Come on Butter Cup, how do you say hello to real humans?"

With my head hung low, I crawled up to the big titted slut who stole my husband....and sniffed her crotch. She giggled, pushing my head to Bob, who stood victoriously over me as I sniffed his crotch as well.

"So Stacey, you say that your lady has completely accepted becoming your dog?" Bob chimed in.

"Well, why don't you just ask her yourself?"

"Is it true Butter Cup? Have you fully accepted becoming your flower's bitch?"

This was it. This was my last chance to preserve any last bit of respect I could possibly have left. This was the moment to reverse all the horrible things I've allowed my flower to do to me. I could rise up, stand tall and end this.

But who was I kidding. I'm no longer a human, or a lady. I'm a puppy. I need my flower to control me, I need her to dominate me, and especially I need to be her bitch.

I looked up from the ground into my ex-husbands eyes, and with my breasts swaying beneath me, and a doggy tail wedge inside my ass, I announced my acceptance as Pet Mommy:

"Roof"

All three of them laughed as I continued to bark a few more times for their amusement. Before they left, I proudly humped my ex's leg, and licked his new wife's toes. He promised to start sending over more money immediately to make up for the job I was just fired from.

After they left, we were back to the tree practicing how to properly lift my leg to pee.

1 year later.....

Hello everyone, I just happened to come across my lady's computer journals the other day. It seems she wrote all about the beginning of her descent into dog hood. Unfortunately not long after that, her stupid doggy brain made it virtually impossible for her to think any more. Lucky for you, I found her journals and you wouldn't believe what else I found, but that's for later.

First let me get you up to speed on my pet puppy. Butter Cup has completely turned into my dog. She no longer does anything that resembles being a human. She eats, relaxs, and lives as my little bitch, and she loves every second of it. There isn't a moment that goes by that her nasty cunt isn't leaking mommy juice down her thighs. Its become such a problem that I'm worried she might dehydrate, so I make sure there's always plenty of toilet water inside her big belly.

Sometimes its tough to imagine that I came from the very same pussy that she rubs up against the bark of a tree when she's in heat, but I've gotten used to it. However, what she hasn't gotten used to is daddy and his wife coming over to humiliating her and use her ass.

She can never get used to the offense of neeling down with her ass high in the air as she is being belted by the very bitch that stole her husband, then taking it up the ass like a good puppy by him. The ultimate humiliatin was when Mary cut off all of mommies hair wife except for the sides of her head, to give her two long floppy doggy ears. She just looks so cute.

You know I can still remember the time when my mommy was the head of this house. When she ran the show. And I admit that I definitely wanted to take it away from her.

Even from an early age I wanted my lady at my feet. I wanted to completely take over as the woman of this house. And in many ways I already was. She would always do anything I asked for, as most people did. I was just used to getting my way.

Despite practically always bending over backwards for me, I never had the courage to completely take away her power until a few years later. When she finally decided to put her foot down and not get me a real puppy. Big mistake.

Never the less, I was still surprised at how quickly and completely she submitted to me. After all she was my lady. But within the day I had her humping my leg. Now she's my complete and total submissive pet.

Not long after daddy saw mommy under the tree, he had her sign away all rights and property over to my control. Even though I already ran her life, this made it official. She happily signed her life away, grunting as she rocked her swollen vagina over my sneaker. So guess whose now the coolest kid in school, driving a Mercedes to class.

Now I know I promised Butter Cup that I would let her inside the house if she behaved like a good puppy, but she really doesnt want to come inside the house anymore. She's much more at home outside in the back yard where all the real naturals live than inside the house like the lady she used to be.

So that brings us up to today, when I stumred across her password protected files. Besides finding this journal, I found several other things that reveal why my former lady was so eager to submit. It seems mommy dearest had a little thing for younger girls dominating older women.

There were pictures, videos, and lots and lots of stories. All of them dealing with the theme of budding young vixens humiliating and debasing their female superiors. Teachers, judges, doctors, and yes ladys were all submissive to young girls.

Sick I know, but who am I to deny her fantasy? That is why I've contacted her former secretary. She seemed very interested in coming over and seeing her ex boss in her new position. She also promised to bring along severale of the other office girls as well. I'm sure mommy will love seeing them all again.

It should be of no surprise how things turned out for my once proud, in command lady. The day her flower challenged her control of the family, was the day her greatest fantasy came true.

Any way, I've got to go. I have a large group of friends coming over for a party later. Sure hope mom won't mind. In fact, I may even let them play with her if she's real good today. After all, what's better than having your bratty flower dominate you? Try 20 of her bratty friends!

Mommies Make Great Pets! The End!

Et encore quatre... merci beaucoup...

Dédommagement sur la bête


Les cordes étaient serrées, le bâillon efficace, il pouvait bouger un peu la tête mais c'était tout alors qu'il se débattait sur mister siège.

C'était très amusant d'observer ce blondinet lutter pour desserrer ses liens. Les jambes de mister pantalon rouge tirebouchonnaient sur ses cuisses et mister tee-shirt blanc était tendu en travers de mister buste.

- Au chômage, couvert de dettes tu entretiens une adorable petite chose comme Charlotte. Tu nous dois 20.000 $ et le patron veut les récupérer à tout prix. On va te faire une petite démonstration de ce qui pourrait se passer... Intervint Marcus en lui collant un coup de poing sur la mâchoire avant de l'empoigner par les cheveux pour le regarder droit dans les yeux.

- Elle devrait être rentrée à cette heure-ci! Dit-il brisant le silence menaçant. Il vissa un silencieux sur le canon de mister 38 sous les yeux affolés de Billy.

- Elle ne devrait plus tarder... Concéda-t-il paniqué.

Peu de temps après, ils entendirent le bruit d'une clef que l'on glissait dans une serrure et Charlotte entra chez elle.

Elle était ravissante, elle portait un sweater jaune pâle sur un pantalon bleu, qui mettait ses délicieuse formes en évidence, elle était l'image même de la parfaite secrétaire.

Sa longue chevelure brune cascadait sur ses épaules pour s'arrêter à mi-dos.

Dès qu'elle vit Billy ligoté et bâillonné sur une chaise au centre du salon de leur appartement de San Diégo, elle poussa un cri perçant jeta mister sac se ruant au travers de la pièce pour tenter de le libérer de ses liens.

C'est alors que Marcus sortit de la cuisine et lui posa le canon de mister arme sur la tempe.

- Recule Charlotte... Tiens-toi au milieu de la pièce!

- Oh mon Dieu, ne nous faites pas de mal... Que voulez-vous? De l'argent? Questionnait Charlotte affolée, mains en l'air, ses yeux bruns rivés sur mister Billy qui grommelait des menaces incompréhensibles.

Finalement elle leva les yeux sur Marcus.

- S'il vous plait... Ne nous faites pas de mal... Nous vous donnerons tout ce que nous avons... Nous ne dirons rien à permisterne...

- Ton mari nous doit une grosse somme d'argent qu'il doit rembourser séance tenante. Marcus pointa mister revolver sur l'entrejambe de Billy.

- Non, s'il vous plait ne lui faite pas de mal! Hurlait Charlotte refoulant ses sanglots.

- Je ne lui ferai pas de mal si tu te comportes docilement avec nous salope! Je veux qu'il te regarde rembourser ses dettes!

- Que... Que voulez-vous dire?

- Pour commencer déloque-toi! Lui intima Marcus impitoyablement.

- Billy, crois-tu qu'elle porte une petite culotte? Dit-il gratifiant Billy d'un coup d'épaule enj plein visage.

- Arrêtez je vous en prie! Les mains de Charlotte tremblaient comme des feuilles alors que gardait les yeux rivés sur Billy et Marcus.

- Que voulez-vous dire lorsque vous prétendez que mon mari vous doit de l'argent?

- Il te le dira plus tard! Allez salope, montre nous que t'es une épouse aimante en te montrant une fille docile!

Marcus sentait sa bite raidir dans mister pantalon alors qu'il retirait mister sweat de sa ceinture invitant l'indécise Charlotte à lui obéir.

Lorsqu'il retourna de power le petit doigt de Billy, ce dernier poussa un cri de douleur perçant, elle se résigna à enlever mister chandail.

Charlotte déboutonna ensuite lentement mister caleçon le laissant choir alors qu'elle enlevait ses chaussures.

Elle se trémoussait maintenant figée de honte, elle baissait les yeux au sol.

Marcus lui ordonna de mettre les mains sur sa tête, elle obéit docilement.

- Un soutien gorge coordonné à une petite culotte de dentelle jaune Billy... Je parie que tu adores la baiser! Elle doit être drôlement bonne...

Billy regardait fixement Marcus avec haine, mais cela faisait bien rire Marcus, Charlotte sanglotait doucement, les yeux rivés au sol, suppliant Marcus de leur foutre la paix!

- A genoux Charlotte, garde les mains sur la tête!

La jeune femme se laissa tomber à genoux

- Cambre le dos ma chérie, met en valeur tes nibards!

Marcus caressait d'un doigt attentif les collines de chair ferme encore recouverts par les bonnets de dentelle, ils étaient ronds, fermes, naturels, et pour tout dire à sa convenance.

Charlotte était une somptueuse jeune femme, bronzée, harmonieuse, et pout tout dire pine au cul mettable!

- Je pourrai tuer ton Billy, la vie suivrait mister cours. Puis je partirai... Pas de problèmes pour moi, mes amis m'aideraient à disparaitre le temps que les choses se tassent... Peut-être devrai-je le faire finalement et te laisser en dehors de tout cela...

Il pointait mister revolver sur mister malheureux mari ligoté sur la chaise tout en pinçant les mamelons de la jeune femme affolée.

- Nonnnnnnnnn... Nonnnnnnnnnn... Hurlait Charlotte paniquée.

- Bon d'accord... Releva la tête et descends mon pantalon sur mes chevilles

Tout en pleurnichant, de grosses larmes coulant sur mister visage ruinant mister mascara, Charlotte déboucla la ceinture de mister pantalon et le descendit docilement sur ses chevilles, dévoilant sa bite raidie. Il se plaça de profil et invita Charlotte à en faire autant.

Je veux que Billy bénéficie d'une excellente vue. Regarde attentivement Billy, si je te vois détourner les yeux je lui tire une balle dans la tête!

Sur ces mots Marcus se pencha sur Charlotte et plaça le canon de mister revolver entre ses dents, ses lèvres purpurines frismisternaient de terreur.

Il sourit en entendant le mari ligoté chercher à se manifester malgré mister bâillon.

- Préfères-tu sucer le canon de mon revolver ou ma grosse bite, ma chérie? Ils peuvent tous deux te cracher dans la bouche, mas l'un d'eux s'avérerait mortel!

Elle détourna la tête.

- Ou bien je peux me contenter de me faire sucer la bite... Il fit un pas vers Billy, Charlotte reprit ses lamentations.

- Le canon de mon revolver ou ma bite, à toi de choisir ma chérie!

Charlotte souffla misérablement :

- Votre bite...

- Plus fort!

- Votre bite...

- Dis à ton mari que tu veux sucer ma mentule pour rembourser ses dettes!

- Je veux lui... Lui sucer la bite... Sanglota Charlotte brisée par l'adversité, mais elle se reprit immédiatement et se redressa.

- Je dois payer tes dettes...

Billy secouait la tête en signe de refus, et sous ses yeux furieux Marcus saisit une poignée de cheveux de sa ravissante épouse et enfourna sa grosse bite directement dans sa bouche rétive.

- Ne pense surtout pas à me mordre, si tu ne veux pas recevoir, ainsi que ton mari une rouste dont tu te rappellerais toute ta vie!

Marcus grommelait alors que Charlotte parcourait mister épaisse hampe de la bouche, ses yeux débordaient de grosses larmes, des filets de mascara noir striaient mister visage.

- C'est vraiment une bonne suceuse mon petit Billy! commenta-t-il à l'adresse du malheureux toujours ligoté sur sa chaise, puis se retournant vers Charlotte :

- Ma chérie, débarrasse toi de ton soutien-gorge tout en me suçant, mais ne quitte surtout pas mon vit des lèvres!

Charlotte broncha mais lui complut misérablement, elle ne cessa de le sucer alors qu'elle tenait le bras dans mister dos pour dégrafer mister soutien-gorge le laissant ensuite glisser au sol.

Marcus hilare la regardait faire tout en giflant rudement les nibards de sa malheureuse proie.

- Bien que tu aies ma queue en bouche, gémit pour lui montrer ton plaisir! Montre-lui que tu adores sucer ma grosse queue!

Charlotte sanglota mais n'en continua pas moins à lui tailler une somptueuse pipe.

- Bon je crois que je peux accepter tes petits cris comme des gémissements...

Il lui frappait de plus en plus sauvagement les nibards, mister visage rétif reproduisait ces vibrations involontaires.

Marcus aurait voulu d'une part lui empoigner la tête pour la baiser vulgarement en bouche, mais il était conscient que pour Billy assister au spectacle de sa femme se comportant comme la dernière des prostituées ne pouvait que le ***r impitoyablement.

Il sentait sa bite s'expandre entre ses lèvres, il l'attrapa alors par la chevelure.

- Dis à Billy que tu vas me sucer les burnes... Charlotte pleurait à chaudes larmes et le suppliait d'en rester là!

Il pressa le canon du revolver entre ses miches.

- Je... Je... Veux sucer... Ses... Ses grosses couilles!

Marcus attira mister visage contre ses couilles velues elle entreprit de le sucer docilement, elle sanglotait le visage enfoui dans ses poils pubiens, elle braquait ses yeux sur Billy.

- Regarde bien ce que ta femme doit faire pour sauver ton gros cul couvert de dettes Billy, Préfères-tu qu'elle s'exécute ou que l'on t'abatte comme un chien?

Il empoigna la chevelure de Charlotte et la força à se relever lui enfonçant le canon de mister arme dans la gorge.

- Il est temps maintenant que baise cette pute, comprends-moi mon gars, c'est plus une victime de tes dettes qu'un viol gratuit!

Allons-y!

La traînant sur la table à manger, Marcus la positionna sur le ventre et lui écarta les cuisses en grand, ses orteils reposant à peine au sol.

- Ne fais pas un mouvement! La menaça-t-il froidement

Il prit mister sac et en sortit deux menottes reliées par une bande élastique. Il lui enchaîna les poignets de chaque coté de la table, la bande élastique courant sous la table, la maintenant bien en place.

- Je vous en prie... Arrêtez... Je vous rembourserai... Combien mon mari vous doit-il? Hurl.lit pitoyablement la malheureuse jeune femme la tête reposant sur la surface brillante de la table.

- 20.000 $ ma chérie... Rétorqua Marcus tout en se saisissant d'un couteau qu'il frotta contre la tendre peau de ses cuisses,

- Tiens toi tranquille ma petite chérie... Il trancha la ceinture de sa petite culotte et l'en dépouilla vivement.

- 20.000 $, je ne comprends pas comment... Nous sommes loin de posséder autant d'argent! Pleurnichait-elle, en tremblant comme une feuille.

Marcus refila un nouveau coup de poing en plein visage de Billy et lui posa des cure-dents sous les paupières pour lui interdire de fermer les yeux.

- Tu vas me regarder baiser ta femme et sache que cela durera tant que tu ne nous auras pas remboursé, ce sera peut-être pire la prochaine fois!

Il se retourna alors sur Charlotte et lui gifla sévèrement les fesses.

- Il a d'abord joué 5.000 $ qu'il a perdu et de paris en paris il monté à 20.000 $ de dettes. C'est le genre de ton mari...

Il lui frappa à nouveau la croupe puis glissa une main entre ses cuisses et empoigna sa fentine rasée de prêt.

- Ta chatoune est légèrement humide ma chérie, pas vraiment trempée... Mais. Je pense que cela devrait suffire pour coulisser agréablement dans ta chagatte.

- Non... Je vous en prie... Je vous rembourserai tout ce qu'il doit, mais laissez-nous!

Marcus agrippa ses cheveux et lui tira la tête vers le bas.

- C'est un marché... La prochaine fois je t'enverrai en ville et t'offrirais à un gang pour une nuit... Ils seront nombreux à user de tes charmes!

Comme Charlotte pleurait de plus belle, Marcus l'embrocha sans plus tarder, sa chatoune était étroite, la pénétration n'étai pas aisée mais il la martela tout de suite de profonds coups de boutoir.

Il la violait avec ravissement sous les yeux horrifiés de mister gentil mari. A chaque coup d'estoc, sa victime grognait de douleur alors que Billy restait silencieux la regardant désespérément, désolé de le voir user et user des charmes de sa ravissante femme.

- Ma proposition de tuer ton mari puis de vous quitter tiens toujours... Hurla soudain Marcus en s'enfonçant profondément dans mister utérus meurtri.

- Prends déjà ça en attendant...

- j'essaierai de vous trouver de l'argent... Sanglota misérablement Charlotte. Elle reniflait misérablement cherchant à penser à autre chose. Marcus avait compris que c'était une forte femme, il voulait d'autant plus la briser.

- L'as-tu déjà enculée Billy?

- Nonnnnn... Pas ça... Je vous en prie... Hurla Charlotte affolée.

-Tu n'es qu'une pute remboursant des dettes. Lui rappela Marcus coulissant de plus en plus profondément, de plus en plus vulgarement en elle.

- Répète-le ou je te la fourre dans le cul!

- Je suis juste de la viande à rembourser des dettes!

Marcus la baisait sans pitié, ravageant sa chatoune étroite tout en lui frappant les fesses à coups répétés, il lui saisit alors une poignée de cheveux et lui tourna la tête vers mister mari.

- Dis le clairement à ton mari!

Comme Charlotte entamait mister court discours, Marcus extirpa sa bite de sa cramouille et la pressa contre mister tendre anus la l'amenant à pousser des hauts cris.

- Dis lui maintenant ou je te ferai encore bien plus mal! Répéta-t-il en empalant mister orifice le plus secret.

- je suis juste une pute bonne à me faire baiser pour rembourser des dettes de jeux!

Marcus se retira de mister trou du cul et fit le tour de la table, il retourna mister visage ses bras tendant la sangle élastique, il cracha mister foutre dans sa bouche et sur mister visage en la maintenant clouée au bois de la table.

- Les femmes qui choisissent des mollasmisters comme maris doivent en payer le prix! S'esclaffa Marcus

- Chômeur et joueur, avec ton argent bien sur, et te le lui as permis! Qui est le grand perdant Billy ou toi Charlotte?

Billy se rhabilla rapidement et rangea mister sac. Il avait dérobé les derniers bijoux de Charlotte et quelques bibelots de valeur qu'il avait trouvée ça et là, cela devait lui permettre de minimiser ses pertes. De toute manière, ils n'avaient aucun moyen de le rembourser!

- Je vous laisse tous les deux.

Marcus promena à nouveau le silencieux de mister arme dans sa chatoune gonflée.

- Aurais-je mieux fait de la descendre Billy, préfères-tu que je la laisse en vie?

Billy hurla au travers de mister bâillon, la chaise bascula et il tomba au mister, toujours ligoté sur mister siège.

Charlotte le suppliait des les épargner, de les laisser en vie!

- Je vous en prie Marcus ne me tuez pas... Je ferai de mon mieux pour rembourser nos dettes, je ne dirai rien à permisterne! Je vous en prieeeeeeeeeeeeee... C'est Billy le responsable de tout ça... Pas moi!

Marcus cessa de parcourir sa fente du silencieux de mister arme... Et l'embrassa dans le cou.

- Tu es très sexy ma salope... Tu devras te rappeler, à l'avenir que c'est Billy qui est responsable de ton destin...

Marcus se dirigea vers la porte.

- Je suis sur que des gens ne vont pas tarder à te faire une petite visite!

Il quitta la maimister sur ces mots et se dirigea vers l'autoroute.

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Marcus appela alors un numéro en ville.

- Oui... C'était mister copain Cédric

- Je me suis occupé d'eux, Cédric.... Tu peux leur rendre une petite visite avec tes potes... Ils n'ont pas d'argent, tu n'as qu'à descendre Billy et tes gars et toi pourraient vous amuser avec elle toute la nuit, mais pas trop vulgarement, je ne veux pas qu'elle soit blessée! Je veux pouvoir la prostituer pour me dédommager de leurs dettes!

- C'est d'accord mec!

- Je te préviens qui si l'on retrouve le corps de Billy ou si elle parvient à s'échapper je vous comme responsable toi et tes gars! Je te promets que vous crèverez tout doucement dans d'affreuses douleurs! Suis-je bien clair?

- On ne peut pas plus mec...

- Je ne veux que Péronne ne jouisse dans mister corps, vous devez jouir sur elle non en elle!

- Oui... Oui!

-D'ici une paire de jours, des amis du middle-west seront en ville, ils me l'achèteront un bon prix! Elle fera une bonne pute quelque dans un bordel du désert, forme là à cette besogne...

Elle est à toi pour deux, trois jours mon gars!

- C'est excellent

- Appelle-moi dans un jour ou deux... Marcus composa alors un autre numéro.

- Allo chérie... Oui... Une bonne journée... Je rentre à la maimister... Préparez-vous toi et les gosses, je vous emmène diner en ville!

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Another Day at the Office


Until that Monday I would never have believed what life changing events could happen on such a dull autumn day. The alarm had gone off (as it always did) at 6:30, time for a shower and work, it didn't even cross my mind that I hadn't had time to do any washing that weekend, or at least it didn't until I went to get dressed.

"F@#k, what am I going to wear now" was all I could think, all my underwear was in the laundry hamper, and I didn't fancy going to work in yesterday's.

Then I remembered, my last girlfriend used to leave some comfy knickers in my wardrobe, maybe I could wear those, hell it's not as if they were frilly or anything. I think that thought sealed my fate, but then as I looked all I could find were a pink pair of lacy French knickers.

Oh well just this once, surely it wouldn't matter, and who'd be checking out my underwear anyway?

The journey to work on the train was a little uncomfortable, but I have to admit by the time I was sat at my desk, I was more than a little aroused. What would they think if they could see what I had on under my suit. Luckily I was first to arrive, next in was red-haired Sophie, with that gorgeous rear, especially when she bends over, all I could concentrate on was trying to work out what she was wearing today, searching for that panty line set my mind racing, trying to do any work at all was almost impossible, but I couldn't work out what she had on today.

Next in was Laura, it was always a nice treat when she wore something that let those of us who looked, know what panties she was wearing, as they poked up above her waistband, today wasn't one of those days though, never mind at least I wouldn't get so distracted.

Then running a little late, Gemma arrived wearing her normal long skirt and polo neck jumper, I'm sure under all those layers she probably has a sexy body, all I could think was why won't she show it off, and then my thoughts turned to her underwear, what would she be wearing under those clothes, would she wear anything like the knickers I was wearing, maybe with stockings too, or would they be knickers your granny would be happy in?

These thoughts about my co-workers subsided as I got on with my work.

By the time I went to get some lunch I'd almost forgotten what I'd put on that morning, so I thought nothing more of it as I tucked my shirt in and left the office.

On my return, as I sat down to finish the report I was writing I noticed an envelope on my desk, curious I opened it, and as I read it my mouth went dry.

To my sissy panty boy, or should I say girl,

So you believe you're good enough to wear those panties you're wearing today do you?

Well let me tell you, you have to EARN the right to wear them, and I don't believe you've done that, have you?

I want you to look in your desk; in there I have placed the panties I have been wearing since yesterday. You are to take these, and with loving care and attention clean them with your tongue, until they are spotless; I want to wear them on my date this evening, so you'd better not disappoint me.

If you don't do a good job I might have to tell them why I'm not wearing clean panties, mmm maybe I should let them know how good a job you do anyway.

When you've cleaned and worshiped them put them back in your desk, and make sure you leave the office at 4.30, I don't want to have to wait for you to finish.

And before you start to wonder why you should do as I say, just think about the pictures I've got, yes you should really be more careful when you tuck your shirt in, although they do look very fetching peeking out the top of your trousers.

Mistress

Oh my god, I thought, what should I do. I looked up to see if I could tell who it was had left their panties in my desk, but they were all working away at their computers, none of them paying me any attention.

I slowly opened the draw, and there, on top of everything was a pair of black thong cut panties, I could see straight away the white secretions that I had been instructed to clean off.

I closed the draw and took a deep breath, there was no clue whose they were, they all had the opportunity, all I could think was I'd best comply, whoever it was, they seemed to mean business.

I slipped the panties in my pocket, as I did so I could feel the dampness left from whoever had been wearing them earlier.

I walked to the toilet with my heart pounding, was I really going to do this.

As I locked the door and sat down I took the tiny garment from my pocket and held them up, I'd been ordered here. But now I was here, I couldn't resist holding them to my face, and inhaling the musky scent.

Before long I could feel my cock responding, and demanding attention, I released it from its lacy primister and slowly started to rub it as my tongue tasted the most intermite juices of my unknown tormentor.

Before long I was pumping hot white spunk over my hand, and suddenly I was brought back to reality, I couldn't be long or someone would start to wonder where I was.

As I licked the panties clean the idea changed from being humiliating to being a privilege. If I cleaned them satisfactorily, would I be made or should I say allowed to worship them again?

As I walked back to my desk Sophie asked "Are you alright?", was it her I wondered, "Its just you look flushed, and you were gone such a long time, we nearly had to send a search party out for you!"

As I left work that evening I felt a strange mixture of fear, for what might happen tomorrow, excitement, at what I'd been made to do, and pride in what I believed to be a job well done. I just hoped that whoever it was would be pleased with my efforts.

And my mind was racing, was that it, or would tomorrow bring another note, more panties to clean, or maybe new tasks to complete.

"What do you think you're wearing panty boy? You seem to have men's underwear on today, not sure you count as a man, don't you think you should be wearing little frilly panties again?"

My heart stopped as I read the email that greeted me as I turned on my computer, I'd thought as I travelled into work that the game we had played yesterday would be as far as it would go, that whoever it was would never continue.

I hardly breathed as I realised whoever had seen me yesterday obviously was keen to continue from where we had left off, maybe I'd find out who it was, and what she intended to do, a mixture of fear, and excitement filled me as I began to type my reply.

"I am sorry if I have upset you, but I thought that yesterday was only a game we would play once, my reamisters for wearing what I did were entirely innocent, I just had no other clean underwear".

As I hit 'send' I wondered had I ended what had been a strangely erotic day, which had been on my mind all night, I'd convinced myself that nothing more would happen, and then came the reply.

"THIS IS NOT A GAME, AND HOW DARE YOU NOT ADDRESS ME PROPERLY, YOU WILL CALL ME MISTRESS AT ALL TIMES, EVEN WHEN SPEAKING TO ME, IF YOU HAVEN'T WORKED OUT WHO THIS IS THEN YOU MUST ADDRESS US ALL AS MISS, AND BE PREPARED TO UNDERTAKE ANY TASK I MAY COMMAND OF YOU, OR YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN"

So this was it, I'd have to do anything any of the ladies in my office asked, I sat and thought, maybe it was Laura, she was always the first with the banter and innuendo. But how to ask, I couldn't very well casually say, "did I clean your panties yesterday while wearing my ex's pink knickers?" could I.

Then I remembered that Sophie and Gemma had mentioned they were going shopping and a few takes after work yesterday, so it must be Laura. But my thoughts suddenly became less important as another email arrived.

"Well my little panty slave, your kind mistress has been thinking about what tasks she should set you today, mistress thinks that she should not spoil you, so you will not be allowed to touch her panties today, instead you must go and buy your own, at lunch you must go to Donna's Delicate Delights lingerie shop upstairs in the shopping mall, there you must buy seven sets of panties/thongs with matching stockings and suspenders, so you can wear them every day of the week, and yes I mean when you go out at the weekend too, you are then to change into your new underwear, and start your new position when you return to the office."

I could think of nothing else all morning, it was embarrassing enough when I had bought my girlfriend some lingerie for Christmas, how was I going to decide what size I needed, I don't think I did any work at all, even Gemma noticed something seemed to be wrong, when she asked if I was feeling alright because I looked a bit pale. I told her I had a bit of a headache, but that I'd go for a walk at lunchtime and see if the fresh air would do me any good.

As lunchtime arrived I told them that I was going for a walk and would probably take the full hour. I was just hoping that nobody I knew would see me going shopping, and having to explain why I was buying lingerie, as I'd split up with my girlfriend several weeks ago. As I walked into "Donna's Delicate Delights" I was pleased to see there was only one other customer, but it meant that I was offered help immediately.

"Hi I'm Donna, welcome to my store, you must be Jon?"

I swallowed hard, if she knew who I was, them she must know why I was there, all I could do was slowly nod my head.

Then she smiled, and said, "no need to be embarrassed, you'd be surprised how many men we get in here whose 'wives' and 'girlfriends' are just the same size as them."

I felt relief that she wasn't going to make; I just hoped the other customer couldn't hear what she was saying.

Then she asked what type of panties I'd like, and I told her I wasn't sure, but that I thought I'd best get at least one thong as that had been mentioned in the email. Then I felt sick to my heart as she said, "Zoe come over here a minute will you, we need some help choosing some lingerie for Jon here, what do you think of these?" as she held up a black lace thong, "or should he get the pink one?"

As Zoe walked over, she smiled and said, "I'd have thought he was more a pale blue and pink permister, he's probably a bit sissy, so maybe black would be a bit bold."

Then she turned to me and asked what I was wearing today, I blushed as I stammered that I was wearing blue boxer shorts. She replied that that wouldn't do at all and that I'd best take them off. When I just stood there, she said in a louder voice "NOW", Donna said, "I've locked the door, so we won't be interrupted, so you'd best do as she wants, because you can't go back to work without your new panties can you now."

As I started to say, "I'm not sure this is such a good idea, I mean all I wanted to do..."

Donna interrupted me and said, "I think we've heard enough of what YOU want, because that's not important now, Zoe, I think we need to quieten him down, any ideas?"

With that Zoe reached under her short skirt and pulled down her white cotton thong, well white apart from the very damp patch.

"What are you...."

And with that she pushed her thong into my mouth, "Shut up, and clean, I want them spotless before you leave, now be a good panty boy, while we pick out some lovely lingerie, that you're going to love, and don't worry we know just what your Mistress wants you to buy."

As they wandered around the shop all I could think of was that I'd lost all control, that I was cleaning a strangers thong with my tongue, and how hard I was. As I watched the two women wander about the store, holding up lacy panties, silky ones, even a micro thong, it all seemed like a dream come true, but two days ago I'd never even thought about wearing anything but men's underwear.

After about 20 minutes they came back, and Donna told me they wanted me to try some things on, as they needed to make sure they had the right size, as I raised my right foot, and Zoe started to slip on the sensuous cream nylon stockings my cock raised even further to attention. By the time both stockings were in place my cock was oozing pre-cum and I didn't know how I was going to fit it into the small red satin thong Donna was holding up. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, "We thought something like this would happen."

Zoe took her thong and wrapped it around my cock, and slowly started to wank me, every few strokes she would gently blow on the engorged head and fondle my aching balls, as I came close to coming she would stop, and tell me I had to wait, I started to beg her to let me cum, and she asked what I would do for her if she let me cum. Anything I said, as all I wanted was the sweet release of orgasm. Zoe continued to stroke my throbbing cock until I came into her panties, that until a few minutes ago I had been cleaning with my tongue.

"Now put them on"

She let the words sink in, before she continued, "You said you'd do anything I wanted, and what I want is for you to wear my thong all afternoon, because I'm certainly not going to wear it after you've made a mess in them. You'd best be quick, Donna's opening the door, and you never know when the next customer might walk through the door."

"Hey Zoe, you're not letting him have those are you, I think you should pick anything you like from the store and we'll add it to panty boy's bill"

I quickly pulled the thong over my now limp cock, as my freshly delivered spunk oozed around my balls and dripped down my leg, but I couldn't clean up as I had to get dressed, just as I tucked my shirt in a customer in her 50s walked in and commented that she thought it was great that modern men didn't mind buying such things for their wives, I can only wonder what she would have said five minutes earlier.

Donna put all my purchases through the till, including Zoe's new silk panties, and took my credit card, and said "thank you sir, we'll deliver the parcel as instructed, have a great afternoon, and we hope to see you again soon."

With that I was dismissed, and I left the shop to make my way back to my office, feeling very uncomfortable and wondering when and where the delivery would be made.

As I started to walk back, I could feel the wonderful sensation as my suit brushed against the stockings I was wearing, and despite the feeling of total offense at the hands of two women I had never met before, and I could feel my cock start to harden. With these strange new feelings, I began to realise that my life was never going to be the same again.

As I walked into our office I felt as if all eyes were on me, and could see through my suit, yet when I looked, everyone was working. So I made my way to my desk, wondering if I would get any work done at all, and there was an anonymous parcel, which I quietly put under my desk, as I couldn't check it's contents until I was alone, and then another email appeared.

"Good to see you can follow instructions, and it looks like your shopping has arrived, though I heard you made a mess buying it. Now we understand who is boss around here I think maybe it's time for you to take up your proper position in this office.

You may continue in charge as far as the outside world is concerned, but within this office I am in charge of you."

My cock was straining at the flimsy cotton as I read the email. A week ago I'd never worn women's clothes in my life, now I was hoping I would be allowed to year stockings to work, so I replied in what I hoped was a suitable way.

"Mistress,

I accept that you are in charge, but you have not told me who you are, so if you told me I could be sure of doing what you ask."

My heart stopped before I hit send, would these words seal my fate, I realised they probably would, but then my life had turned upside down in the last 24 hours anyway, so I hit send.

I wondered if I had upset my tormentor, as over an hour passed with no response, until finally a new email appeared in my inbox.

"If you have not realised it already, you are inferior to ALL women, so you will address us ALL with our proper titles, so you will call us Miss Gemma, Miss Laura and Miss Sophie. You will undertake any task any of us set for you. Any failure to please me will result in punishment that will make working here very difficult for you; I've got some wonderful pictures from the cctv this lunchtime.

Now I need to be sure you followed the second part of my instruction, you are to walk over to the printer, drop your pen on the floor, and let me inspect the lines created by the suspenders holding up your stockings. You will do this while all three of us are in the room. I need to make sure that you have not disobeyed me and taken them off"

I started to shake, I hadn't even thought about cctv, only about other customers, and now she had pictures, this was all moving very fast, but however much the sensible me wanted to call a halt to it, my rigid cock and raging hormones were telling me how exciting this was. So I sent a document to the printer, and when I walked over to collect it I dropped my pen to the floor, and as I bent over I could feel the suspenders digging into my legs, surely they must all be able to see, but as I stood up and turned around, all three women were working at their computers. But by the time I had sat back at my desk I already had a new email.

"Nice to see you can follow orders, I think they suit you. From now on you will always wear stockings to work.

Tonight you are to shave your body completely, apart from your head, which you will let grow, as short hair doesn't suit my panty slut. And you will tell us all to leave work early today, as you appreciate all the effort we have put in recently, and you can finish the tomorrow's presentation yourself.

Oh and no playing with your little cocklet, once is more than enough for one day.

Mistress"

When I finally left work at just after 10.00 I was tired, but I knew that I would do just as I had been told.

I climbed into my car to drive hope, and for a few minutes all I could do was sit there as the days events replayed in my mind. There I was sat in stockings and suspenders and a spunk filled thong. But my hardening cock told me that I would be following the instructions I had received by email earlier that afternoon, to shave all my body hair off, so that I could please my anonymous mistress.

As I stopped at the 24 hour grocery store I realised I didn't know what I needed, never mind, I'd just have to work it out when I could see what there was.

The range was incredible, as many different razors as in the men's section, then there was wax, depilatory creams, it looked so confusing, how do women decide what to use?. That's when I realized that someone was stacking the shelves just along from where I was, she looked in her late teens, probably working her way through college. Then she stopped and asked if I needed any help, caught again, what to say, so I started to stutter that I'd been sent to buy something to remove body hair.

"Her's or your's?" she replied

Rather nervously I replied "mine"

"Well that's fine, if its just a one off then a razor would be fine, but for longer lasting results the wax would be better. And if you want a hand doing those hard to reach places then I finish in 20 minutes and you can give me a lift home, you'll never manage you're back on your own, and by the way my name's Emma"

She stood smiling at me, and my cock overtook my mind as I agreed.

I paid for the items Emma had told me to, and went and sat in my car to wait for her to finish work. As she climbed into the passenger seat she smiled and gave me directions to where she lived, she told me not to worry as her flat-mate would be away all night, so we wouldn't be interrupted as she removed every hair from my body. Only then did it cross my mind that maybe there were things that I didn't want her to see, I still had my new stockings on, and Zoe's thong that I'd filled with cum at lunchtime. But it was too late to back out now, and she directed me towards her apartment.

As we walked into Emma's apartment she offered me a take, because I'd probably need one when she started to wax me. I nodded and said I'd have whatever she was takeing, and with that she went off to the kitchen.

When she returned, she held two???? I should have realised she probably wouldn't be takeing beer, which was what I really wanted, but I couldn't now turn down the glass being offered to me.

"So are we going to start on your back then, as that's the bit you'll find hardest?" and when I nodded She continued," Off with your shirt then, we can't do this fully clothed now, can we."

Now was the moment of truth, as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, my thong encased cock getting harder every second. As I bent down to put my shirt on the floor, I could feel Emma's hand on my back, and with a flick of her finger my suspender belt snapped back into place.

"Well what have we here? We seem to be slightly less than a man in our choice of underwear don't we?"

All I could do was stutter, as she continued, "It looks like this little game of yours is a lot more serious than I thought, now what do you have to say for yourself little panty boy?"

I told her about having worn my ex-girlfriends' thong, because nothing else had been clean, and that ever since one of my work colleagues had been blackmailing me.

"I see, I assume that means they are the ones who got you dressed like that, and they have told you to rid yourself of all that hair. Mmm, think maybe we should get you undressed now, and start getting rid of all that hair, hairy legs are never good in stockings."

"You know, I really think they have hit upon a wonderful idea."

And with that she started to laugh.

I could do nothing but comply with her demand that I strip off, after all I'd willingly gone home with her, so I closed my eyes, pushed my shoes off and started to undo my belt, her hand struck my ass as she told me to stop messing about and get them off, so seconds later there I was stood only in stockings and suspenders with a very stained white thong on, my reaction though was plainly evident, as my rapidly hardening cock pushed out of the thong, and pre-cum glistened on the tip.

"You can stop those thoughts RIGHT NOW, if you think I'm going to play with your little cocklet you've got another thing coming. Now sit still and we'll start on your hairy chest."

As Emma ripped the first wax strip from my chest I screamed, I couldn't believe how painful it was just trying to please my mistress. Emma looked sympathetic, as she told me to remove the thong and stockings I was wearing, as she had an idea that would take my mind off the pain.

My mind raced, and my cock rose up as I considered what she might have in mind.

Emma held out her hand as I removed my thong and said, "You have been making a mess of these haven't you, I think they could do with washing."

And with that she pushed it into my mouth and told me to be quiet.

I started to protest and my hand went towards my mouth to remove the sweaty salty tasting item, but she grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, and then told me to give her my other arm.

She then used my stockings to tie my arms behind my back.

"Right, now we have that understood, I'll continue."

Slowly Emma removed every trace of hair from my body and legs, leaving only that which was on top of my head.

The pain of the waxing was only dulled slightly as I tasted my creamy spunk on the thong she had used as a gag.

When she had finished she stood back and looked pleased with her efforts.

"Now I hope you realise that I shall be expecting you to repay me for my kindness, but I am tired, I have taken you business card, and I'll be in touch, so get dressed now, I think you've had all the fun you deserve this evening." And with that she walked to be door and held it open. All I could do was meekly comply, so I quickly dressed, and left to go home.

The drive home seemed to pass in a blur, as my mind raced at 1000 miles an hour, wondering where all this was taking me.

When I walked in the front door I knew I had to see what was in my parcel.

As I opened it I saw a note,

"You are a very lucky panty boy, when I explained to Dorothy (the customer you barely managed to speak to) what you had Really been doing in my shop, she decided to buy you a little gift."

And then I saw the little pink negligee with matching lace panties, and I just knew that I would be wearing them tonight.

So having sorted out my new lingerie, and after trying to wash off the waxy residue in the shower, I put on my fabulous new negligee.

The sheer fabric felt so soft against my skin, and I wondered what I had been missing all these years. I was exhausted, but relax seemed a thousand miles away, all I wanted to do was see and touch myself wearing such sexy lingerie.

But I knew I had to relax, I was tired, and I couldn't be late for work, I'm not sure I would have been able to give the real reamister I was so tired.

So I went to bed and tried to relax, but all night I tossed and turned, wondering what the punishment would be for relieving my aching cock.

I couldn't see how my tormentor would know, but somehow I knew she would and that I wouldn't enjoy the results, especially if she put a stop to what was happening.

When eventually my alarm sounded, and awoke me from what little relax I'd had, I could see a damp patch on my panties, and then I knew that whatever happened, my days of wearing men's underwear had finished forever.

As the steam from the shower filled the bathroom I took off my negligee, and inspected my hairless body, and realised that I would need to shop in a whole different section for my toiletries, because when I was just a 'bloke' I'd never seen the need to moisturise, or pluck my eyebrows, but I realised I now actually wanted to do these things.

As I climbed out of the shower, I stopped before I started to get dressed, I was sure an ex had left some body moisturiser somewhere. It only took a couple of minutes to find, and a few more to build the courage to use it, but as I started to apply it my doubts were erased. It felt so good, and somehow so right to be so feminine in my daily preparation, how could I have gone so long without realising the joy of femininity.

As a regular guy I'd always enjoyed looking at sexy panties and thongs, and thought it was just because of the women wearing them, I had never realised the pleasure in wearing them.

But my daydreaming had to wait, as I realised the time, I needed to get dressed if I wasn't going to be late for work.

As I rolled the stockings I had chosen the night before up my legs, my cock cried out for attention, I began to wonder how I would ever get the tiny pink thong I had selected on, I knew that I could have taken myself in hand to relieve the frustration, but I had been specifically told that I must not play with my cock, though I wasn't sure I was going to need to touch it to make me fill my thong with hot creamy spunk for a second day.

Eventually I eased my throbbing member into the tiny piece of cloth covering my modesty, and quickly put on my suit, I had to hurry, I couldn't face answering the questions as to why I was late for work.

As I drove into work, I had a smile on my face for the first time since this had all begun, the feel of the stockings on my legs, and the way the suspenders felt on my thighs just felt so right, and knowing the shock everybody who knew me would feel if they could see my panties just added to the erotic feeling, and my cock made the thong rather uncomfortable as it caused the fabric to stretch, and pulled it into my ass.

I was first to arrive in our office, and I had to resist the urge to release my throbbing cock from its lacy primister. Ten minutes later, when Gemma walked through the door, she greeted me with a smile, and said she hoped I hadn't been there all night, and that she'd really enjoyed her unexpected early finish yesterday.

I assured her that I'd been home, and that I was really pleased with everyone's efforts in producing a really great presentation for the company to send to all its potential customers.

"Great!" said Laura as she walked through the door, "that must mean you're taking us all out for dinner tonight, it is Friday after all."

I gulped, it was difficult enough remembering not to give away any hint of what I was wearing. But how could I say no, I'd been warned about failure to comply with every request.

So I replied, "of course ladies, how about we go for takes after work and then I'll treat you all to dinner."

Then Gemma replied, "Sounds like a great idea, I'll book us a table. I've got somewhere nice in mind."

I couldn't help wondering where we'd be going, and whether I'd need to make sure I had my credit card.

They said nothing more about the evening, that morning other than to tell Sophie, who seemed to like the idea.

Time seemed to stand still all morning, with no contact from my tormentor, but the wonderful feeling on my legs whenever my suit moved over my nylon clad thighs.

I left for a walk at lunchtime as I couldn't cope cooped up any longer. My cock hardened every time I moved, and what I had on underneath my suit kept reminding me of the position I was in. Only when I returned to my desk did I receive the attention I had been craving all day, there was a small packet on my desk, and a new email in my inbox.

"My little panty slave, you have done well today, I see you have followed my instructions. But if you wish to take me for dinner then I need you to do my laundry for me.

I visited the gym before work this morning, but forgot to pack any clean panties for after my shower, so I want you to clean the ones on your desk for me, so I can year them again this evening, when you have finished leave them back on your desk

Mistress xxx"

The old me, the one who had known exactly who he was, and what he wanted from life and love when he got up on Monday morning was saying this is wrong, how could you clean panties with your tongue? But that me was gone, the new me, who was sat wearing stockings and a thong under his conservative suit was thrilled with the task, and was overjoyed that his mistress was bestowing her attention on him.

As I walked to the toilets with my treasured parcel I had to stop myself from grinning from ear to ear, and as I pulled out the black bikini panties I could smell a heady mixture of sweat at female arousal, and as I unfolded them I could see the heavy staining on the cotton gusset, that had so recently been held tight against my mistresses damp pussy. Like a moth drawn to a light I could not wait to bury my face into the sweet smelling dampness, and taste the slightly salty stain I had been left to clean.

And clean it I did, savouring the taste, as I pushed the gusset into my mouth to work on cleaning them with my tongue. I must have been gone for over ten minutes, enjoying my little panty task, and hoping I wouldn't be missed. Eventually, though, I knew I had to return, so replaced the panties in the packet and walked back to my desk, trying desperately to hide the bulge where my cock was staining to free itself from the tiny thong I was wearing.

The afternoon passed quietly, the parcel disappearing when I'd left my desk for a minute, until I received another email just after 5.00.

"Well done my little slave, mistress is pleased with your cleaning efforts and I am wearing my freshly laundered panties. Mistress thinks that slave should take us all for takes now."

When I finished reading, I realised there was no point in prevaricating. So I looked up from my computer screen and said, "Right ladies, you've all been working hard all week, and for that I apologise, but I think it's time I took you all out for a few takes and a meal."

I looked to see if there was any reaction from the three women before me, but they all smiled, and I couldn't tell if it was because they knew what I had just done, or whether it was the thought of free takes and a night out.

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The Deacon's Wife is Transformed



I can't believe I am doing this!" Lisa Tyrol said to herself as she lay on the tattoo chair, her feet in the stirrups. A few months ago if you told her that she would be here, she would have told you that you were crazy.

But here she was getting ready to have her hood pierced

She had always been a bit conservative to say the least, a good Baptist, Sunday school teacher. She wore long skirts everyday regardless of the weather. She was an attractive Afro American woman in her early 50's. She stood at least 5 foot 2; she kept her body in good form by working out at the church gym in the basement. Her 36B breasts firm with little sag.

Her husband Charles or Chuck as he liked to be called, h e was a little bit older then her , a former football running back stooping over a little as former injuries bothered him more now as got older. He was one of the church deacons and on the church board.

Sex for them was few and far between these days as he was taking red pressure medications which kept his 8 inch cock flaccid.

Sex toys and masturbation where totally out of the question for Lisa. And she would never cheat on Chuck. But that all changed when the church has some remodeling work done.

Lisa was working out in the church basement one late afternoon. She was wearing some loose fitting sweats and an old Yale T-shirt... She was sweating up a storm and was wiping away the sweat when one of the construction workers came in to put his tools in the job box.

He nodded to her and she whispered a soft hello back at him.

He bent over the job box and put the tools inside. While bent over Lisa could see his cargo shorts hugging his rear-end. She blinked and then realized that she caught him staring at her.

"Pardon me but do you know how much longer it will be for complete the job? " She asked.

'Probably another couple of weeks Ma'am." His voice rough like sandpaper

She finally noticed that he had crystal blue eyes His smile completed by a brush of a mustache. Her heart started to race like never before.

"Have a good night Ma'am!" He said and walked out of the church basement.

Lisa tried to stop thinking of this white man.

"Stop it, Stop it!" She muttered all the way home in the car but she couldn't. That voice. That smile, those eyes, and the smell of sawdust on his clothes. It all made her flush.

Lisa jumped in the shower when she got home. As she soaped up her tight body she let her fingers brush her nipples. They reacted and became hard to her touch.

Her mind kept screaming "STOP!" But now her fingers slide down past the thick black bush of her pubic hair and then between her thighs. Her fingers touched her throbbing clit.

"Oh My god!" She moaned. She played with her full pussy lips, slipping two fingers inside herself. The water of the shower hitting her nipples.

Her fingers bringing her to a mind blowing orgasm. She kept frigging herself over and over thinking of his tight ass before her today.

She slowly slid down into the tub as her legs now felt like rubber.

Once she regained her composure she rinsed herself off and then dried herself off with a big fluffy towel.

That night as she lay in bed with Chuck, she moved over and took his cock in her mouth.

"Whoa girl whattcha doing?" Chuck asked.

She took her mouth off his semi hard cock for a moment.

"Well I thought I might try something different tonight." She went back to sucking his semi hard cock. Try as she might Chuck could not get up to full hardness.

They each rolled over to their side of the bed, frustrated once more.

The next morning Lisa and Chuck ate breakfast, he heard the limo service pull into the driveway. Today Chuck was going to a football camp for high school kids. He would be gone for about a month.

She went upstairs and dressed for the business day. A blue pull over blouse and a light green skirt that came all the way down to her ankles and some open toed sandals. As usual she wore her granny panties, as her flower called them. She tried to do some paper work but John kept creeping in her mind. She kept telling herself that it was wrong to think of another man. But the juices wetting her panties told her different.

Finally at noon she told her assistant, that she wasn't feeling well and was taking half a day. Instead of going home she went over to the church basement to work out her sexual frustration.

She did the treadmill and then some light weight lifting. She got on the leg press machine and all that it did was make her wetter. She stopped that and went over to bench press area.

She was grunting a little and didn't hear him come in.

"You need some help little lady?" His rough voice shocking her. Her hands sweaty and shaky, she could feel the bar begin to slip.

"Whoa careful there dear" His callous hands gripping the bar in the center.

"You should have someone spotting you when you do these presses Ma'am." He placed the barbell back on the stand. "I'd hate coming in here and finding your pretty self crushed."

"Well I um was feeling a bit edgy today and figured a good workout might help take the edge off." She said.

"Well here let me spot you for a few reps." He told her.

She lay back down on the bench and put her head under the bar. From this angle she had quite a few of his crotch. She started to sweat as she noticed the bulge in his khaki shorts.

He stood and looked up at the ceiling. He knew if he looked down at her, he would get aroused. But that did no good either as he was brought back to the real world as she grunted.

"Had enough?" He asked.

"Yes for now." She said. Her body covered in sweat.

"Thank You um, says what your name is?" She asked him.

"John Taylor!" He said

"Mine is Lisa Tyrol, It's nice to meet you John." She smiled at him with her little girl smile.

She noticed that his penis flinched when she smiled.

"Oh my, I do have an effect on him after all." She thought to herself. The dampness between her legs reminding of her attraction to him as well.

"Same time tomorrow John?" She finally said out loud

"You bettcha Lisa" He said and went back to looking in his job box.

She went home and did a repeat of yesterdays shower scene. Her orgasms just as strong as yesterday.

Meanwhile John knew that Lisa would be his soon.

As John taught Lisa how to use the weights properly their friendship grew.

After their work out one day, Lisa found her car had been stolen from the church parking lot. She called the cops and made a report. John offered her a ride home and she accepted.

When they got to her house. She asked him to come inside as she was a bit scared from today's events.

She told him to have a seat in the living room while she went to take a shower. John was flipping through a copy of a sports magazine when he heard Lisa call out his name.

He rushed upstairs and spoke through the door. "Lisa you okay in there?"

"Yes I am fine just forgotten to bring in a towel and I don't want to get soap in my eyes. Could you please get one from the linen closet?"

"Sure." He said

He found the towel, opened the door and closed his eyes. "Here's your towel Lisa on the towel"

"Could you hand it to me please John?"

He would have to open his eyes to hand her the towel. He did and saw the outline of her naked body through the frosted glass. She opened the shower door and he frozen in time."

There she stood her tight black body in front of him.

He pardoned himself and walked out of the room, then went back down stairs. He sat on the couch again, thinking "What did I get myself into now"

He didn't have to wait too soon as Lisa came down the stairs. She was dressed in her powder blue terry cloth robe. It was tied on the side by sash. She stood before him. He stood up.

"Enough of this fucking cat and mouse teasing Lisa. It is time to give you what you have looking at for the past week."

"John, what do you mean?" She asked.

He unbuckled his belt and let his shorts fall down around his knees; He kicked them off away from him.

"This!" And he stroked his cock

"John, no I am a married woman and I have never been with another man. Chuck is the only ma..."

He cut her off and kissed her hard. His hand taking hers and placing it on his cock.

"No, no John please doesn't do this." But her pleas were not very strong. She loved how his penis grew to life in her hand. She felt her vagina getting wet again.

He untied the sash and pushed the robe of her shoulders. She went to cover herself with her arms but he blocked them away.

He pushed her down to her knees.

"You want to suck my cock don't you Lisa?" He hissed down at her.

"Yes I want to lick your penis John." She could not bring herself to say that word.

It is a cock, girl. Call it what it is "He said

"I can't John I just can't" Tears formed on her cheeks as she said it

He took his cock and slapped it against her face.

"Say it girl."

"Co co cck "She said as she hesitated "Now that wasn't so bad was it Lisa?"

"No it wasn't, John and what a pretty white cock ii is." She this times the word coming off her tongue easier "I can teach you so much Lisa" John said

Lisa felt a shiver run up her spine.

And the next few weeks he did.

She was still the deacon's wife during the day. Long skirts and all. But underneath all that clothing she was John's slut.

Her body was his to use. She found out she liked her asshole to be licked, not just by Master John but my other sluts of his. They helping her learn how to serve and pleasure Master John

The Granny panties were burned the day after her cunt was depleted of all hair. She loved the feel of its smoothness now. . She also loved the butt plug that Master John required her to wear everyday to work.

"Are you ready, slut?" John said.

"Yes Master." She said quietly.

Her hood was numbed and then pierced. She felt the pressure but not the pain. A mirror was placed before her pussy so she could see her new jewelry.

She smiled at it and looked up at Master John.

"Thank You Master John; I am now your full time slut."

He leaned over and kissed her. Then snapped a leather collar around her neck, the O ring dangling. He attached the leash to it and led her to the car. He took her to his home, her new home where she would spend many happy days

She called work and resigned. She called Chuck and told him she had met someone and was fine. She would not contest a divorce.

She hung up the phone and looked at herself in the full length mirror. Lisa was gone and in her place stood Carmel. John's slut.

She went and knelt at his side. He took her chin in his hand and lifted her face up

"Welcome home Carmel"

"Thank You Master, it is good to be home."

Un beau texte de Coulybaca, un autre inconnu pour moi... Merci
A ce propos qu'est devenu Coulybaca ? Le savez-vous ?

(je crois une bien triste nouvelle(reste à confirmer))

My life is perfect. I am living the American dream. I had married my younghood sweetheart three months ago. I have a good paying job and we have just bought a house in the suburbs. My new wife Kathy is an angel with her long honey brown hair and cute turned up nose, her petite sexy body and bouncy breasts; she is my living dream.

My name is Bill, although Kathy insists on calling me Billie, and I am a systems analyst for HI-TECH COMPUTERS. When I married Kathy, who I have been in love with since grade three, it was the happiest day of my life. Frankly, I was surprised that she agreed to marry me, after all she is soo beautiful and I am not exactly a jock. I think that deep down inside she is shy like me and did not like the guys who were always trying to make out with her.

She wanted to wait until we were married before we started having sex. She told me only one permister had done it to her before; although that permister had done it quite a few times. I wondered who it was but she would never say. I was fine with that because I was a virgin and only one permister made Kathy a near virgin.

Anyway, we had moved into our new house and were making plans on what we would do, like change one of the bedrooms into a nursery since both of us wanted to have youngren. I had ordered an easy chair and I guess no one was home when the truck arrived so they just dumped the box on the front lawn and left. When I got home from work, as I was struggling to get the box into the house my next door neighbor showed up.

"Do you need a hand little man?" he asked.

"Why yes, thank you."

"My name is Frank Hawkins and I live next door. Here, give me the box and I'll carry it in for you."

He was a big man; well over six feet tall and I would guess about 240 lbs. He carried it right into the living room while I held the doors open for him. "Thank you very much. I was having a difficult time. Would you like a beer?"

"Sure."

"Kathy would you bring us each a beer please?"

Kathy came in with two beers. She had been unpacking and she was wearing tight faded shorts and the top 2 buttons of her blouse had come undone. Since she was wearing no bra, I could see most of her breasts when she sat the beer before me.

"Oh my, you are a cutie," Frank said. "Take a break and come and sit beside me while I take my beer." Kathy was blushing and hesitant but she did as he asked.

"So are you married Mr. Hawkins" I enquired.

"Not any more. I got divorced about two years ago. I don't miss her but I miss the home cooking I used to get."

"Would you like to come for dinner tomorrow? Kathy is a great cook and we would be happy to have you join us, wouldn't we Kathy?"

"Sure," Kathy answered without much enthusiasm. After Frank left Kathy said, "I wish you had not invited him for dinner. Didn't you see how he kept trying to see my breasts?"

"Now I'm sure if he looked it was not intentional."

"Yes it was. He would look down my blouse and then look at me with a leer on his face and make sucking noises."

"OK, after tomorrow we won't invite him back."

After having him for dinner the next day I had to agree with Kathy, he was a complete pig. He leered at Kathy most of the evening and at one point he said, "I bet you would be a good in bed." I couldn't believe my ears. He was an ex biker and while he had retired from the club he still had friends in the club. At one point he said to Kathy, "We used to capture pretty little innocents like you and make them suck and fuck us. After we tired of them we would turn them out on the streets to make money for us."

"You are disgusting," Kathy said.

"You say that but I can see your nipples poking through your blouse. You are turned on and you did not wear a bra because you knew I was coming for dinner. Now I want you to give me a kiss or I am going to slap around your husband."

"If I give you a kiss will you go home and not bother us anymore?"

"Maybe, let's see how well you kiss."

He grabbed my wife and kissed her hard on the mouth and then he started to push her down on her knees in front of him. "You kiss good, let's see how well you suck."

I said, "I think it's time you went home." Suddenly he punched me on the side of the head.

"I'll go home after your wife has sucked me off. Now get with it bitch, pull down my zipper, get my cock out and start sucking."

I could see Kathy, with a frightened look on her face, do as he asked and started sucking his cock. "If you don't want your husband beat up you had better try your best to get me off in your mouth."

I could tell Kathy was doing a good job by the look on Frank's face. She had never sucked me before. He was holding her head and face fucking her and Kathy seemed able to take his cock down her throat with little problem. She has done this before, I thought.

A few minutes later I could tell by Kathy's throat action that she was swallowing Frank's cum. "That's a good little bitch. You are a natural cock sucker. I love the way you swirl your tongue around my cock. I can tell you have had lots of practice."

Kathy stood up saying, "Now will you go home and leave us alone?"

Frank replied, "You did such a great suck job that tomorrow I want to see if you know how to fuck." Then turning to me he said, "I want to fuck your wife. If you go along with that everything will be OK. If you give me any trouble or try calling the police I'll have some of my biker friends take baseball bats and break both of your arms and legs. I'll have an iron clad alibi so you won't be able to pin anything on me.

"Kathy I want you to show up at my place tomorrow, wearing a mini dress and nothing else, to cook my dinner. Billie you had better encourage her to do everything I tell her to do or you are going to be in a world of grief and pain. Do you understand?

"Yes," I replied in a low voice.

"Say it load and clear and call me Mr. Hawkins."

"Yes, Mr. Hawkins."

After he left, Kathy was very mad at me. "How could you give me to that sex maniac just so he wouldn't hurt you?"

"Just play along with him until I figure something out. I won't be able to help you if my arms and legs are broken."

The next afternoon Kathy was already at his place by the time I got home. She left a note saying there was a frozen dinner for me in the fridge. She got home around eight looking tired and worn out. "That man is a degenerate pig. He fucked me twice and he won't wear a condom, and I have to cook his dinner every night this week including the weekend.

Three days later when she came in she said, "I can't take this anymore, tonight he had two of his buddies over and I had to make dinner for all of them and then suck them off after Frank got through fucking me. I'm calling the police."

"That's not a good idea. We have no proof of anything and you know what will happen to me if the police ever show up at his place. I have applied for a job with a computer firm in California. If I get that we will fly out there and never see Frank again. Just hang in there a little longer."

That weekend she came in with tears in her eyes. "Do you know what he made me do? He had some of his buddies over and made me dance nude for them. They are nothing but naturals. I had to do a lap dance for each one and play with their cocks while they fingered me and mauled my breasts. After he fucked me he sold me to his buddies for twenty five dollars each. I had to collect the money from them and then hand it to Frank. He does everything he can to humiliate me. Here, he told me to give you this," as she handed me a piece of paper.

The paper said, "This entitles you to one free fuck. Ass fucking and blow jobs are not included with your fuck. Enjoy."

"He told me I can't fuck anyone unless they have a paper like this from him, and I can't say no to anyone that has one. He said as long as you are a good boy he will give you one every two week. If you piss him off he will give yours to one of his buddies. You've got to do something to get me out of this."

"I have had a phone interview and I am invited to fly out next week to meet them and be interviewed by the president of the company. They are not going to fly me out there and pay all my expenses unless they intend to hire me. I know it's tough but just hang in there a little bit longer and we'll be out of here."

For the next few days before my trip she barely spoke to me. I don't know why she is mad at me. I am doing everything I can to get us away from here.

I was gone for 3 days. First of all I got the job. They showed me my office and who my secretary would be. They would pay for our cross country move and assist us in buying a house. I spent the last day with a real estate agent and purchased a bungalow not to far from my new job. I returned home bursting with joy and anxious to tell Kathy the good news, only to find she was not there. I went over to Frank's although she should not have been there at eleven in the morning. She was there.

"What are you doing over here?" I asked her.

"I have been living here with Frank for the past 3 days. He has decided that I can spend time with you during the day but I relax with him every night. And, he says you can't fuck me any more. The only sex you can have with me is to suck my pussy."

"Kathy, stop this nonsense. You are coming home with me now."

"I don't think so," Frank interrupted saying, "Kathy is fed up living with a wimp like you. She wants a man that can take care of her and that can give her real satisfaction, not a limp dick wimp like you."

I grabbed Kathy's hand and started to pull her toward the door when without warning he hit me so hard in the stomach I fell to the ground and then threw up. "Look at the mess you made on my floor. I want you to clean it up now."

When I did not respond immediately he kicked me so hard in the head I almost ******. The pain was so unbearable that when I tried to clean it up, all I succeeded in doing was to throw up again. "You are disgusting," Kathy said as she walked out of the room." Frank is right, you are not a man you are a wimp. I never want to see you again."

With a broken heart and a throbbing headache I went home. How could my perfect life turn into a living nightmare in just three months?

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Brother's Wife


My name is Frank Hawkins and I approve this message.

When my dad died he left his thriving business to my brother and I, 49% to me and 51% to my brother Billie. That meant my brother had controlling interest and the final say in any dispute. What also pissed me off was he named Billie as the CEO and me as sales manager.

Horsecuckolds brownie, all my life I could run circles around my dorky brother, but I knew both mom and dad liked him better. I don't know how or when but, some day this whole company will belong to me. Another thing I didn't like about Billie was he always thought he was smarter than me just because he graduated university. Come to think about it, everything about Billie annoyed me; well their was one exception, his wife Amanda.

I don't know how he ever got her to marry him. Billie is a dork and a computer nerd; Amanda on the other hand is gorgeous. She has long brown hair that frames her cute face. Her tits are not very big but her nipples stick out through her sweaters like little stones. She does not wear jeans very often but when she does her sexy little ass gives me a hard on.

To make it worse Billie hired her as office manager, so I saw her every day, and it bugged me to think Billie was probably fucking her every night when it really should be me doing her, At first I didn't mind so much because I told Billie I needed to hire a secretary. I hired this cute young black girl, probably not more than eighteen, to help me out. She helped me out all right because I fucked her almost every night. One time when I was away on a sales trip he fired her. He told me she could not operate a computer, was rude to customers on the phone and dressed more like a street whore than an office worker. He said I could share his secretary. Yah right, old Mrs. Crenshaw was not my idea of a secretary.

I would often come, but not right now because everyone was getting ready for our industry trade show in Las Vegas. We make fire and burglar alarm systems and every year we display our products at the Vegas show. We make up to 20% of our yearly sales at this show. Billie, Amanda and I were going to fly down for the 3 day show and operate our sales booth.

Shortly before leaving our new bank manager wanted to come and review our operation to help him decide what our new line of credit should be. So Billie had to stay behind to meet him on the day Amanda and I were leaving and he expected to join us in Vegas the following day.

All 3 seats on the plane had been pre booked so I had the window seat and Amanda had the isle. Shortly after take off I said to Amanda, "Move over to the centre seat so that it's easier to talk. I don't bite you know or at least not very hard."

"OK but no funny stuff, I'm not like that floozy secretary you hired. She was nothing but a slut."

Just then the stewardess came asking if we wanted a take or anything. I ordered a rum and coke for each of us and asked if she would bring a blanket because it was slightly cool in the plane. By the time she returned with the blanket our takes were half empty so I ordered another round. Amanda was not used to takeing and it was starting to affect her. She was starting to relax and even laughed at a couple of my jokes. At one point as I leaned over to show her a picture in the magazine I was reading, I let my hand rest on her leg under the blanket. I felt her stiffen but she did not remove it. A little later as we laughed at the cartoons in the magazine I started sliding my hand up her leg. She was wearing cotton slacks and I could feel the heat of her leg. Her leg tensed but she didn't say anything so I slowly slid my hand up toward her pussy. I almost reached it when she stood up and moved back to her isle seat and threw the blanket on the now empty seat between us.

"You are nothing but a horny goat. I have a good mind to tell Billie what you tried to do."

I got her calmed down, said I was sorry, that I just got carried away by her beauty. To myself I thought, "You bitch, nobody talks to me that way. You are going to pay for that big time."

Arriving in Vegas we went to the convention centre to set up our booth for the 9 o'clock opening tomorrow. She would bend over opening boxes and putting out our display merchandise and she was giving me a hard on. I would love to stuff my cock up her sexy ass and listen to her squeal. It was after 6 o'clock by the time we were finished so we had dinner with wine at the hotel and Amanda was feeling good and relaxed again. I asked her if she would like to drop into my room for a nightcap and discuss our plans for tomorrow.

"No, Billie is going to call me tonight and I don't want to miss his call."

"OK, so suppose I bring my bottle of rum to your room and we will have a nightcap and talk about what we want to accomplish tomorrow at the show?"

"OK but give me a half hour first, I want to take a shower."

When I showed up at her room, she was wearing a long bathrobe. She was not showing much skin but a least she had not dressed again. After some discussion about tomorrows plan and a couple takes she said, "I think you should leave now. Billie could be calling at any moment."

She was going to be harder to seduce than I thought. I had planned on fucking her tonight, but now was the time for plan B. "You were a tremendous help to me setting up the booth today. I know your muscles are tired and stiff so to show my appreciation I want to give you a relaxing massage. It will make you feel much better. Just lie back on the bed, on your stomach, close your eyes, and I'll do all the work."

I didn't even try to kiss her; I massaged her neck, her shoulders and then her back. I massaged her lower back but I stayed away from her ass. Then I told her to turn over. Again I massaged her neck and shoulders, then moved down to massage her thighs staying away from her pussy. She involuntary parted her legs just a little and making soft sighs. Good, I was getting to her. Now was the time to fondle her tits. I softly massaged her breasts and ran my thumbs over her hard nips.

"Stop doing that," Amanda said. Women are such liars; you can completely ignore what they say. Pay attention to their body language though. Her nipples were trying to push through her nightgown and her soft sighs had turned to soft moans. I put my mouth over one of her tits but I did not suck it I breathed my hot breath on it,

"Quit it," Amanda said. Women, when they say no they mean yes. They don't want to look like sluts so they say the opposite of what they want. I held my open mouth over her nipple letting my hot breath caress her. It was starting to work; I could feel her starting to squirm. I started moving down her body giving her hot wet kisses over her nightgown.

When I got to the bottom of her nightie, I gently started pushing it up as I kissed her bare legs and used my hot wet tongue to lick her. She was starting to breathe hard and squirm. As I worked my way to her upper thighs her nightgown was getting harder to push up, then I felt her lift her bum just a little to make it easier for me. Women are such are such sluts. Now I was giving her wet licks as I made my way slowly toward her pussy. I felt her spread her legs a little, she was not even aware she was doing it.

I reached her pussy and gave her hot wet kisses and short quick licks. She was saying don't do that but she was holding my head tight to her pussy before realizing what she was doing and then trying to push me away. She could have easily made me quit if she pushed harder but she didn't. Women want to be fucked but they want to pretend it's not their fault. I stayed away from her clit but I gradually probed deeper with my tongue. Just then the phone rang. "Frank let me up; that will be my husband."

"You can reach the phone from where you are. Go ahead and talk to him while I make you feel really, really good."

"Frank, stop that right now," she said as she reached for the phone.

"Hi Billy, how is it going with the bank?" she asked as she tried to push me away with one hand and hold the phone with the other. "It sounds like they are giving you a hard time. She tried to roll away from me but I would not allow that and I started tonguing her faster. "I'm sorry to hear that you have to stay one more day" Now instead of tonguing her I was giving her pussy lips gentle bites followed up by deep sucks. At that point she seemed to give up and let me do what I wanted.

"We had a good opening day here. Frank got orders totaling about 20,000 dollars." Now I went after her clit. Keeping my teeth covered with my lips I chewed on her clit. I think chew is the wrong word, lip massage is probably closer. "No honey, I am not breathing hard, maybe it's a cold coming" Shortly after that she exploded in orgasm. I could feel her juices flood my mouth.

"No really honey, I'm fine." Now she was holding me tight to her pussy and bucking her hips as her next orgasm built. "Maybe you are right honey and I am coming down with something, so I am going to hang up now and give me a call tomorrow." I'm not sure if she even got the phone down before letting out a loud Aaaaah as she had her second orgasm.

Soon after that she said "Please go back to your room now Frank."

We had agreed to meet for breakfast at 8AM in the hotel restaurant. When she walked in her face was already red with embarrassment. "I am soo ashamed over what happened last night but I have never experienced what you did to me before. I know that is no excuse for what I let you do; maybe I had too much to take; I don't know, but lets both of us forget all about what happened last night and I will make sure it never happens again"

"No problem." I could see relief flood her face. I didn't want the silly girl all nervous and anxious during the day because we had work to do but tonight it was going to be my turn. When the trade show closed at five I told Amanda I would meet her in the dining room at six.

"Lets give it a pass tonight and I'll meet you for breakfast tomorrow"

"Look you stupid cunt, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. I have to decide how I am going to tell your husband what a fucking slut you are. Be there on time and you had better wear something sexy." I could see the look of shock on her face but she mumred something about being on time.

When she entered the restaurant she was wearing a dress with the top 2 buttons undone showing some tit, not exactly what I would call sexy but it would do. "I can't believe what a slut you are. You invited me to your room and met me after taking all your clothes off, and talked to your husband while you made out with another man. I just don't know what to tell my brother when I call him later tonight."

"But that's not true Frank. You were the one that wanted to come to my room for a meeting and I was wearing a robe. I tried to stop you from doing that stuff but you powerd me."

"You bitch; I can't believe that you are trying to make it my fault. After dinner we are going to my room and I'm going to spank your ass for your whorish conduct and then lying about it."

Up in my room I ordered, "Strip off all your clothes and lie on my bed face down with your legs spread. I am going to whip your ass with my belt."

"Please Frank; you know I did not do those things you accuse me of."

"Was it my imagination that I sucked your cunt while you talked to your husband on the phone?"

"You know I tried to stop you but you wouldn't listen."

"Get your clothes off bitch, you are trying my patience. If you are not naked on my bed in one minute, I'll strip you and give you 30 strokes instead of 20.

It's surprising how fast she could move when given the proper motivation. She looked so sexy on the bed with her legs spread, looking back at me. I felt like fucking her more than I did beating her but I had to show her whose boss. She took the first 5 with little grunts and a lot of ass wiggling. By 10 she was crying and her ass did look quite red. By 15 she was pleading and begging me to stop. By the 20th stroke she was just whimpering.

Now I am going to ask you a couple questions. If you answer them both right your whipping is over; if you get one wrong the beating will continue. Now do you understand; and when you answer call me sir."

"Yes sir I understand."

Good, I think you are nothing but a dirty whore, do you agree?"

"Yes sir."

"You have to repeat it all."

"I am nothing but a whore, sir.

"You left out the word dirty but I'll let you get away with that this time. I think the only thing you are good for is sucking my cock. What do you think?"

"I think the only thing I am good for is sucking your cock sir."

Then get on your knees, pull out my cock and start sucking."

She scampered off the bed, and on her knees undid my pants and pulled down my boxer shorts. Taking my cock in her hand she put it in her mouth. "Use your left hand so I can see your wedding ring as you jerk me off in your mouth." She looked so sexy on her knees in front of me, jerking me off. I had wanted to make this last awhile to increase her offense but I realized I could not last for long so I grabbed her hair, pulled her head tight to my groin and thrust my cock as deep in her throat as I could. In a few seconds I was shooting my cum down her throat, enjoying her gasp and chocking noises while she tried to push me away. That was the best blow job I ever had.

"You are a lousy cocksucker. I hope you are a lot better fuck than you are at sucking cock."

"Please sir, can I return to my room; I am expecting Billie to call any moment?"

"No, let him worry and wonder where you are. If I am satisfied with your conduct I may let you call him from my room, or I might call him myself and tell him what a fucking slut you are. Now I want to relax a little on my bed so come and prop me up with some pillows, and then go get my cigarettes, light one and bring it to me." Amanda does it coughing a little because she doesn't smoke. "Good, now sit on the chair beside my bed and hold the ashtray for me."

Later after finishing my cigarette I said, "I am bored; find some music on the radio and do a sexy strip tease for me. I want to get a hard on watching you."

She started to argue but changed her mind, found some music, put her underwear on did her sexy dance until she was standing naked in front of me again. "You are totally useless, you can't even get me stiff."

"But sir, you just came in my mouth a short time ago."

"So, it's all my fault is it, is that what you are trying to say?"

"No sir"

"Look, I want a take. Put on your dress, leave your underwear off and go down to the bar, get me a double, rum and coke and bring it back to me. Make sure you don't spill any. Here is a dollar to pay for it."

"That will cost a lot more than a dollar."

"Then you will have to find some other way to pay him for the difference. Use your imagination, or your lips or your pussy to pay the extra."

She came back with my take, still looking embarrassed. I didn't ask what she had to do, but she made a fast trip to the bathroom.

"OK it's time to call Billie; he is probably quite worried by now. Let him know you are calling from my room."

Amanda dialed her home number and Billie must have picked it up on the first ring. "Hi Billie...No I'm fine... I'm calling from Frank's room...We had a lot of orders to write up so it was just easier."

I pushed Amanda back on the bed and started running my hand up her bare leg under her dress. "Frank, stop that... No, it's OK Billie he is just fooling around... I have to lie on his bed to reach the phone,...We have a good working relationship now; he's not as bad as you make him out to be."

I had taken off my pants, pushed her dress up to her stomach and dragged my cock toward her cunt leaking precum on her leg. "Frank, will you quit doing that?...No Billie he is just teasing me,...So how did it go with the bankers?...No it's not worth you coming down here for one day. Frank and I can finish up."

Now I was rubbing the head of my cock against her pussy and she was wet. Then I started giving her short quick strokes but not letting more than 2 or 3 inches enter her. She started to squirm and bucked her hips against me trying to get more of my cock in her pussy. "No Billie I'm fine...I am not breathing hard... I am not moaning...What, you think Frank is trying to fuck me...it's just your imagination...You can not hear me being fucked, what a disgusting pervert you are... Don't bother calling me tomorrow; I don't want to hear any more of your wild accusations." Moments after she hung up she said, "Frank you bastard, fuck me hard."

I was going to make her my bitch. I would fuck her hard several times then go in as deep as I could and hold still. Then deep inside her I would tense my cock to make it twitch. This always made them cum and Amanda was no exception. She was going ooh, ooh, ooh and clutching my ass tried to pull me in deeper. Once she came down a little, with my cock still deep inside her I started rotating my hips in a circular motion, causing my cock to massage her clit and she soon came again. I wanted to hold off until she had a third orgasm but her tight cunt pulsing on my cock was too much and I blasted my cum deep in her cunt.

"Oh Frank, I have never had it soo good; I think I love you." I smiled to myself thinking; I've got the dumb bitch right where I want her

The next morning I woke up with her hand on my cock trying to arouse me. "Frank, can we do it again?"

"No it's late, but you do have time to suck me off." I could see the disappointment in her eyes but she did what I wanted. It felt good to lie on my back in bed and let her do all the work. "Today I want you to wear something sexy. You are supposed to look like a salesgirl not a dumpy housewife.

I was having my morning coffee when she came out. "Does this look all right?" She did look quite sexy in her short yellow dress but I wanted to keep her on edge.

"Are you trying to annoy me on purpose? Go back into the bedroom and take off that fucking bra and undo the top 3 buttons on your dress and I had better see some tit when you come back or I'm going to beat you again." This time she came out looking more apprehensive until I smiled and said, "Now that's better.

"I want good sales for our closing day so every customer who places an order for five thousand dollars or more gets to spend an hour fucking you in your room. Since your room is already paid for and you now relax in my room I might as well put it to good use."

"Frank please, don't make me do that."

"If you don't stop giving me a hard time I am going to slap you so hard you will be dizzy for the next hour."

My idea was a roaring success. I made over $50.000 in sales and at one point customers were lined up waiting to get a crack at Amanda. When the show closed I went up to Amanda's room. She probably thought she had another customer. "Get into my room bitch, and run my bath for me. I'm tired; I did not spend all day in bed the way you did." That's called keep up the offense. After my bath I demanded, "Now I want a nice relaxing massage and then you can suck me off."

On the way home in the plane I revealed the next part of my plan. "I want you to get Billie to sign over 5% of the company to you." I don't care how you do it, I would suggest you cut him off from sex until he does, but it's up to you. Once you've got it, sign it back to me. That will give me 54% and controlling interest and I can take my place as rightful owner of the company."

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My name is Frank Hawkins and I approve this message, (I always wanted to say that). Now on to the story.

My neighbors are the Baxter's, Kathy and Billie. Billie is some computer geek that works for HI-Tech Computers and Kathy works part time for a law firm. I'll never understand why Kathy married him. He is a runt while she is beautiful. Her petite sexy body gives me a hard on every time I look at her. She has long chocolate brown hair that extends beyond her shoulders but what I like best is her full lips. Her mouth is usually slightly open and with her sexy lips it's like she was made for cock sucking. I haven't figured out how yet, but I am going to fuck that bitch.

I now live alone. I was married to Amanda, but the stupid slut left me just because I used to slap her around when she got out of hand. That brings me to my current problem. My parents desperately wanted a grandyoung. They were so happy when I got married, and they wanted me to set up a trust fund for the kid so that he or she could attend the best of schools and one of the finest universities. They sent me money every month to put into the trust fund. I had better things to do with the money so I spent it.

Now they were flying in from the east coast to visit us for a few days. They had never seen Amanda because we eloped in Vegas, but I had sent them a couple grainy pictures soon after we married. Now I needed a wife for a few days because if they knew I was single again they would cut off my money. That's were the Baxter's come in.

When I was married we often hung out with them. We would go out to dinner and a movie or have backyard barbecues's and play card games afterward. Even after that slut ran out on me I hung around with them some, often going over for dinner. I liked to flirt with Kathy and it used to make Billie jealous but Kathy did not seem to mind.

Tonight when I went for dinner I was going to put my master plan in operation. I told them my parents were coming for a couple days and if I did not have a wife they would cut off my money. Billie thought I was a horrible man to deceive my parents that way, but Kathy giggled saying I was a very bad boy.

"So here is the bottom line Billie, I need to borrow your wife for a couple days." I could see Billie getting all flustered and red in the face so I cut him off. "Look, it's perfectly innocent; I won't even touch your wife. Our master bed room has a double and a single bed in it. I'll give your wife the double bed and I'll relax in the single bed. I will probably stay up late talking to my parents so your wife will be sound arelax in her bed before I even get there.

"It's all pretend, like a game of charades. My parents send me a lot of money each month and I don't want to loose it. Do this for me and when it's all over I'll send you guys on a 3 day cruise to Mexico.. So, what do you say?"

"I, I don't know," Billie stammered. "It just seems so wrong to lie to your parents just to get a few bucks."

"Oh don't be such a stuffed shirt," Kathy answered, "and it's just for a couple days. I would like a cruise, wouldn't you? But Frank you have to promise me, no sexy stuff."

"You have my word of honor."

So it was all agreed. Kathy would move in the day before my parents arrived. She would bring a lot of her clothes and some flowers and stuff to make it look like a women actually did live here. Kathy still had her wedding dress so I had her dress up in that and we went to a studio to have some "Wedding" pictures taken. While the pictures were being developed we went to the mall. I wanted to buy some picture frames and a sexy little apron for Kathy and she wanted to buy a long bathrobe.

"I don't want you getting any ideas," she said.

Back at my home Kathy went into the bedroom to change out of her wedding dress and I followed her in. I kissed her hard on the lips and grabbing her ass I pulled her tight against me.

"Frank, stop that you pervert, you've got some nerve trying to feel me up in my wedding dress, and Billie would be so mad if he knew you kissed me."

"Don't kid me, you have been trying to turn me on all day. Now get that wedding dress off or I'm going to rip it off. Either way I'm going to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours."

"Now Frank, you promised me you would not try and have sex with me. That was the only reamister Billie let me do this."

"Stop arguing with me. Get those clothes off or I'll have to rough you up a bit. How would you like to go back to Billie all covered in bruises?"

"Don't make me do this. It's not right"

"I'm running out of patience with you bitch. Get naked now or I'll slap you so hard you will see stars."

"Please Frank," she said but she started taking off her clothes.

"As soon as you strip, get down on your knees and suck my cock for me. I want to make sure you know your place."

With tears in her eyes she did as she was told. "Wait a minute before you start sucking, I need to take a piss." Her wedding dress was laying on the floor so I stood over it and pissed all over her dress. "OK bitch, now get started."

This was what I had dreamed about, Kathy on her knees trying her best to get me off in her mouth. "Look up at me when you suck. Don't you know a bitch should always look at the man she is sucking off to see if he is pleased with her?" I had intended to fuck her but her gentle cock sucking was getting me so excited I knew I couldn't last so I grabbed her head, held it close to my groin and I spewed my cum down her throat.

She was part gagging and part coughing as she went to stand up but I held her in place. "Don't you know anything? You always lick the cock clean before you get off your knees."

She got up and dressed in jeans and a blouse but she could not look at me. Good, I may have broken her spirit. "Now behave yourself and Billie never needs to know about any of this.

That evening as she was starting to prepare my dinner, I told her to make extra as I was inviting Billie over to have dinner with us. I could tell from the look on her face she was not pleased but she didn't say anything. "Wear one of your short skirts and that sexy little apron I bought you. I want you to look nice for Billie."

When Billie came over, he did not look pleased either. "Since I have your wife, I thought you might like to join us for a good home cooked meal," I said with a slight smile.

"That's not really necessary; I do know how to cook."

I thoroughly enjoyed my dinner while both Kathy and Billie looked uncomfortable. They spoke very little so I had to do most of the talking. "Billie as you know my parents will be here tomorrow, but I don't think Kathy acts like a loving wife. Kathy come here and kiss me."

She came over and gave me a brief kiss on the cheek. "See what I mean, that does not look like loving to me? Don't you think she would look more like a wife if she gave me a kiss on the lips?"

"I suppose so."

"OK Kathy, you heard your husband, give me a nice long kiss on the lips."

If the fire in her eyes could burn, I would be scorched but she did what I asked. Fuck, the least she could have done was give me a little tongue. I'll make her pay for that later.

Billie spoke up. "Look I am not feeling well so I think I will go home."

After he left, Kathy was mad at me saying, "Did you have to humiliate him that way?"

I don't like women that talk back to me. I am going to have to teach her a few manners. After she cleaned up and washed the dishes, we sat in the den and watched TV and had a few takes. I knew Kathy did not take much but she was takeing a lot tonight because she knew what was coming next.

"Come on honey, I am feeling horny so lets go to bed and fuck."

Kathy had resigned herself but she still had a little fight left in her. "I may have to relax with you but don't call me honey; that is Billie's favorite nick name for me."

"OK, I'll call you bitch; now get your ass upstairs, get in my bed and wait for me." I could tell she was going to say something but she changed her mind and went up to my bedroom. I sat and had a couple more takes. That should give her some time to worry about what I was going to do.

When I did go to bed Kathy was pretending to be arelax. "Wake up you stupid bitch. I want you awake and trying your best to please me. I don't fuck corpses."

"Frank I am not feeling well. I think I had too much to take."

"Then next time you will know better. Now get those fucking pajamas off that you are wearing and tomorrow get your ass out to the store and buy some sexy nightgowns and ditch all your pajamas in the garbage. Now get ready to make me happy."

Frank, please wear a condom. My cycle is too uncertain for birth control pills to be effective, that's why I always make Billie wear a condom."

"You stupid cunt, I don't wear condoms. If I knock you up you can send Billie over to thank me for making him a daddy."

That was enough talking. I mounted her and thrust into her hard. I am very well built but she took me easily, her pussy was so wet. What I really wanted to do was get myself off fast and leave her frustrated but after just a few strokes she was bucking her hips against me every time I put my cock deep and I could tell she had an orgasm before I could cum in her. When I did cum I pulled out right away because I could feel another orgasm building in her.

The next morning when I woke up she was lying on her back with the sheets pushed down below her breasts. I think she wanted to get fucked again, but I had other ideas. "My parents are going to be here soon and I don't like your attitude. You had better start acting like my loving wife or I'm going to double up my belt and beat you."

My parents arrived shortly after lunch. After hugs and kisses all around my lady remarked that Kathy looked exactly the same as her wedding pictures, the ones I had framed and put around the living room. After dinner my parents complemented Kathy on her cooking and told me how lucky I was to have a nice wife like Kathy.

They went to bed early, tired after heir long flight but Kathy and I stayed up for a while and had a few takes. Kathy went up first and I joined her when I finished my take. When I entered the bedroom Kathy was standing near the bed wearing this sexy short nightie so sheer I could see her hard nipples and the shadow of her pussy hair.

"Is this more to your liking," she said with a shy smile on her face.

"That's more like it. You may be trainable yet." She looked happy as she hopped into bed When I got in bed she held out her arms to kiss me but I wanted her tits so I avoided her arms and went right to her tits. I sucked her nipples and she moaned. Even when I bit her a little too hard she would cry out a little but still hold my head tight to her breasts. The feel of the soft silk and the hard nipple underneath was really turning me on.

I wanted to fuck her and shoot my cum deep in her pussy, but I did not want her to cum. I think a wife should concentrate on giving her husband maximum enjoyment and not get distracted by her own orgasms. Once a wife fully satisfies her husband then she can turn to her own needs and get herself off with her fingers. Again I thrust into her hard being a little annoyed that I entered her so easily. A woman should endure a little pain first.

It had to be less than 2 minutes before I could feel her getting ready to orgasm so to try and prevent that I bit her neck. That had the exact opposite effect. Kathy had a wild orgasm and her bucking and twisting had me shooting my load long before I wanted to. This was not the way I wanted it. I wanted to build up slowly to my cum and when she was close to an orgasm I wanted to shoot my load and pull out fast leaving her frustrated.

The next day we all went to Knox Berry Farm, an amusement park not far from where I lived. Kathy was now acting like the wife I expected. She often giggled or laughed and would often walk along holding my arm.

That afternoon I invited Billie over for dinner again explaining the roles I wanted both him and Kathy to play. When he arrived I explained to my parents that Billie was our lonely next door neighbor. I told them that Billie's wife had run off with another man, and since I felt sorry for him we often had him over for dinner. My lady was full of condolences for him and even though he glared at me a few times he played his role and thanked her for her concern.

"I think he loves my wife too. I often see him looking at her with big cow eyes. Kathy, why don't you make his day and go over and sit on his lap and give him a nice big kiss. Now it was Kathy's turn to glare at me but she did it.

My lady said, "Tomorrow is our last day here in LA and we want to take all of you out to dinner and dancing. Billie seems like such a nice guy I'm sure one of you can find him a date for tomorrow and we will all go out and have a good time."

"I know just the girl for him. I'll set it all up," I said with a grin.

That night we did our usual. After my parents went to bed we stayed up and had a few takes, then Kathy headed up to get ready for me. Last night it was a red shortie nightie, tonight it was a black one. "Would you like me to do what you made me do a couple nights ago?"

"Kathy if you want to do some thing for me you have to say it."

Blushing Kathy said, "Do you want me to suck you the way I did before?"

"No Kathy, you are not a very good cocksucker. You need more training; besides I want to blast my cum into your hot little cunt and make you pregnant if you are not already. Now I want you to talk dirty to me because it turns me on."

"Frank I want you to fuck me."

"That's a good start now tell me more."

"I want you to fuck my pussy with your big cock."

"It's not a pussy, it's a cunt, and tell me you love me."

"I do love you Frank, I need your big cock in my cunt to make me happy."

"That's better. Now grab my cock, spread your legs and put my cock in your sloppy cunt."

Her soft hand slowly jerking my cock had me almost ready to cum before she even got me into her. I just banged her hard and shot my cum deep in her belly. She was moaning and calling my name as she came all over my cock. Damm it, I didn't want her to get any enjoyment out of this.

The next day even though Billie protested he did not want to go on a date, I told him it was to late; I had already made all the arrangements. I had paid a prostitute $300 to seduce him and spend the night with him and a private detective another $200 to get the pictures I needed.

I had a great night as I danced and hugged and kissed his wife right in front of him while the prostitute fondled his cock through his pants. When we got home my parents went to bed right away as they had an early morning flight. Kathy and I had our usual few takes before going to bed but Kathy was feeling bad for Billie. "I know I hurt him by dancing and kissing you. I could see it in his eyes."

I don't want to listen to that cuckolds brownie. "Get up stairs and get your clothes off. I'm coming up in a minute and you had better be ready for me."

When I got there she was lying on the bed in her red nightie. "Get on your hands and knees bitch; I want to fuck your ass."

"Please Frank, I have never done that."

"Good, I get a cherry ass. Now take this petroleum jelly and lubricate my cock. I enjoyed feeling her hands gently stroking my cock trying to get it slippery all over to reduce her pain. While I preferred to fuck her pussy I wanted to find a way to get myself off without giving her an orgasm. This had to be the way.

"Now wiggle your ass and ask me to fuck you up your asshole and make sure you sound convincing." Then I enjoyed hearing her ask me to fuck her in her ass. I could not thrust in quickly the way I had the last couple nights because she was too tight. As I worked my cock into her asshole slowly, I liked hearing her sob and when she turned her head to look at me I could see tears in her eyes.

Events after that happened quickly. Presented with the evidence of Billie having sex with a prostitute, he agreed to a quick divorce and Kathy got half of the proceeds from selling the house and half of his investments. Shortly after that I married Kathy and she agreed that the man should handle the finances, so she signed over her divorce settlement to me and I agreed to give her a weekly allowance to run the household. So I was pleased overall but Kathy still had a few faults so I would probably have to slap her around to show her the error of her ways, but what can I say, life is good.

J'ai décidé de faire ce qu'il fallait pour vivre cette
moment pour que je puisse savoir ce qui a changé ma femme afin
de manière drastique. Mon bourreau Karl a la moitié de sa queue
claquement dans ma bouche si profondément qu'il a touché le
retour de ma gorge et l'étouffe-moi, mais il n'a pas la dernière
long, et j'ai été surpris que je puisse le prendre sans
bâillonnement. "Merde, je n'ai jamais eu un homme blanc suce ma bite
ce bien avant ", at-il souri.

Ensuite, il a atteint vers le bas, a attrapé le dos de ma tête et
poussé au moins dix pouces de ma gorge que sa vapeur
cum pompée dans ma gorge. Bientôt il a commencé à jaillir des
les côtés de ma bouche comme sa charge rapidement rempli toutes les
espace disponible dans ce pays. J'ai avalé rapidement pour que je
ne pas étouffer et Karl a eu que cela signifie que j'ai aimé
il. "Hey, ce cocksucker aime ça! Who's da cru?"

"Donnez-lui de Mo", dit l'homme dans le cul de ma femme. "Voir
ce qu'il peut faire avec un pied serpent noir de l'Alabama. "

Karl m'a poussé vers l'homme qui avait tout d'abord emparé de moi
et qui portaient maintenant un 12 "longue queue qui ressemblait le plus grand
autour d'une bouteille de coke.

«Il a toujours voulu fuck my ass", dit ma femme cherche
descendre à moi: "Maintenant, vous pouvez lui montrer ce que c'est que de
moi. Mettez-le sur le lit à côté de moi afin que je puisse vous faire voir
à lui. "

J'ai été à peu près plié sur le lit et m'a Mo environ
la gorge. «Je suis généreux, donc si vous voulez effacer
certains des cum hors de votre épouse et de le diffuser sur votre
ass-hole puis le faire rapidement, il pourrait rendre cela plus facile. "

L'idée fait sens pour moi car je n'avais pas le choix en ce qui
qui allait se passer et pas de désir d'avoir déchiré mon cul
ouvert. Alors j'ai couru ma main sur mon ventre où Kelly
il était d'environ un huitième de pouce de sperme et il a
sur mon anus.

«C'est un bon garçon», comme il l'a dit Mo pressé la tête de
sa queue contre mon cul. Instinctivement j'ai du mal à
s'enfuir, mais il a eu lieu dans une poignée de mon comme un vice acier. Comme
il a poussé mister monstre en moi, il a estimé, comme une putain
orange poussant contre moi et je savais qu'il n'y avait pas de
manière que j'allais être en mesure de prendre po

Vient ensuite le coq qui avait été dans le cul de ma femme a tiré
et ont commencé à pulvériser cum comme une manche d'incendie. Il a été tout
bit de 15 "de long et aussi grand que dans un boa constrictor. I
n'avait aucune idée que l'homme mâle pourrait être si long, il a été
presque effrayant de penser que ma femme a pris le tout dans
la chatte. Je viens, il a prié pour que ne pas essayer pour moi.

Mon épouse s'est mis à rire comme elle l'a atteint vers le bas, s'est emparé de la
monstre et il a fait à mon visage. Je réflexe brusquement
le torrent de retour de la tronche comme poussé Mo
dans mon anus.

"SHIT!" J'ai crié à la moitié de sa queue a glissé dans mon vierge
connard.

"Merci de chevaux," Mo rire à la gigantesque queue wielder,
«J'avais besoin d'un peu d'aide pour entrer dans cette chatte
enculé de backdoor cunt ".

Le gars dans la bouche de ma femme à quitter sa chatte comme
Horse est sorti de mister passé et Karl ses 13 "dans mister
bouche. J'ai presque oublié la queue dans mon cul que je
regardé ma femme commence à lui une profonde gorge. C'est jusqu'à ce que
Lu a commencé à pomper violemment en moi.

"Merde", a déclaré Mo, "Vous êtes un resserrement de la politique que votre chatte pute
épouse a été lorsque nous avons commencé avec lui. "Sa queue doit
ont frotté mes prostate (ou alors j'ai voulu croire)
parce que je commence à jouir dans le lit comme un fou.
Le groupe spécial de noix que j'avais été d'épargner pour les trois dernières
mois tous les rejettent dans l'atmosphère est maintenant sur mon lit comme un immense nigger
fucked my ass.

J'avais honte, colère, et prêt à mourir de
l'embarras, j'ai également été au centre de l'attention. »Rechercher
à tous les cum petite chose est que le tir », a dit à ma femme
comme sa bouche se mistert libres de Karl's coq, "il faut vraiment
vous profitez Mo. Il vous prendre comme un naturel. "

Je ne pouvais pas croire que Kelly a vu mon offense
tant. Soudain, le gars dans sa chatte a commencé à crier
"I'M CUMMING WHORE! TAKE MY CHARGE!" comme il a commencé à ram
difficile en elle, elle a concentré sur lui et a commencé à
mâle sauvage sur mister 10 "bite comme il est venu.

Après avoir tiré sur mister bourre en elle, il a sorti, il a dit,
"Karl, cette merde est tellement plein la tronche, je ne peut guère se sentir
plus rien. "

«Eh bien», a déclaré Horse ", mister mari devrait faire quelque chose
à ce sujet car il est notre hôte, ne mistert pas chose yeah? "

Horse attrapé ma femme par mister 24 "et poussé sa taille
chatte de mon visage. "Clean up de merde que vous aimer coq
faggot ", at-il growled.

Je pouvais voir cum déversement de Kelly's twat et j'ai pensé
à moi-même, "Il n'y a pas moyen que je mange merde!"
Soudain Mo poussé dur en moi, comme il a commencé à remplir mon
le cul avec mister sperme et forcé mon visage à mon épouse twat.
J'ai entendu une voix étouffée dire «manger ou étouffer la mère
fucker ". rire et rempli la salle.

J'avais perdu toute pensée ou de la fierté et la virilité, j'ai commencé
à tour la mention de la chatte de ma femme. "C'est tout le miel",
dit ma femme, que creuser plus profond de la langue et obtenir tous les
out ».

Pendant que je mange ce qui semblait être gallons de sperme de
chatte de ma femme je me suis senti Mo sortir de mon cul que d'être
remplacé par un autre coq. «Eh bien, depuis sa chatte est en
atelier d'entretien, de "la voix de Horse a dit," Je pense que je vais
avoir à utiliser ce lieu chatte. "et il a poussé mister géant
gland contre mon cul. Je n'ai même pas de protestation de mister
poing taille gland emménagé dans mon anus, je viens de suite
lécher ma femme chatte enflée.

Ma queue a commencé à obtenir de nouveau disque en tant que cheval abusé de mon cul
et je n'ai même pas essayé de le combattre. Je voulais juste que ce
toute l'expérience à la fin. "Hey Otis», a déclaré Karl, "cette
chatte est assez propre maintenant, vous êtes bro.

Il a alors attrapé ma femme sous mister bras et lui a glissé à
le côté du lit pour que ses jambes ont été suspendus pendant
la bordure et la chatte a été ouvert pour un autre chargement de coq.
Otis a amené mister 9 "coq (qui est encore plus de deux fois
aussi grand que le mien) à mister ouverture et il a glissé dans
pas de résistance à tous.

"Putain de merde ce mistert libres, je ne peut même pas se sentir quelque chose»,
il se plaignait, après quelques coups. "J'ai une idée,"
dit Horse. «Pourquoi ne pas vous aider à Calvin?

"Comment diable peut-il aider?" demandé à Otis.

"YA'LL obtenir les deux dans sa chatte," ri Horse. «Vous croyez
vous plaisantez, mais regarder cette merde man! "ri comme Calvin
il s'est approché de mon épouse », Otis, couché sur le dos et de mettre
la chienne sur le dessus de vous. "Otis renversé sur le dos
et ma femme à cheval sur mister entre-jambes en position assise avec
mister retour vers sa tête. Elle a ensuite atteint les saisi
sa queue et il orienté à la chatte.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Otis whimpered comme elle a commencé
à bosse dans sa chatte en vrac.

"Maintenant il est temps pour moi." Calvin a dit que il a déménagé sur le
lit sur ses genoux et lui-même placé entre leurs
jambes. Il a saisi mister dix pouces et de mettre la tête à mister
slit. Puis, dans un big push, chronométré à la Otis axes, il
poussée sur toute la longueur de sa queue dans sa chatte
aux côtés de Otis.

"C'est incroyable putain!" Mo crié, «J'ai une
idée, pousser plus sur mister ventre et je lui baise
ass YA'LL tout déchirer sa chatte ouverte! "

"Hell Yeah!" Karl crié. Comme ma femme, penché vers l'avant
gémissements et les cris de plaisir, Mo Otis du cheval
mister ventre et forcé 12 "coq dans le cul de ma femme.

La vue de trois bites géantes vont dans et en dehors de mon
femme dans le même temps, c'était trop pour moi à se lever et je
cumming commencé comme un fou. Apparemment, le cheval a estimé
même manière que tout à coup, il a tiré sur sa queue de mon âne,
attrapé ma gorge, et brusquement mon visage en face de mister
coq afin qu'il puisse jaillir mister sperme tout sur moi.

"Wipe que de la merde sur votre visage et vos mains à lécher
propre chatte! "Horse crié quand il a vu mister écrou égouttements
hors de mon visage. Je suis arrivé et a nettoyé le sperme de mon
les yeux et le nez et il aspiré hors de mes doigts, comme il a été
miel.

Je ne pouvais plus nier l'effet que cette situation a été
avoir sur moi. J'ai été traitée comme une sorte de
homosexuels cum salope et je l'apprécie. J'ai eu cum
deux fois et ne l'avait jamais touché ma piqûre. J'ai finalement laisser
à tout homophobe obstacles que mon esprit s'est mis en place et
Horse a montré que j'ai adoré sa grosse bite de black
en prenant comme beaucoup d'elle dans ma bouche que je le pouvais et léchage
le propre de tous les cum et merde qui a été sur-le de mon
cul.

«Nous avons fait punked ce pauvre pédé à YA'LL», rit
Horse comme je l'ai sucé lui propre. Dès que je ne pouvais pas le goût
cum plus sur lui, je suis passé sur les trois hommes de ma
femme et a commencé à lécher tout autour de la chatte et le cul. J'ai été
de langues chatte, ass, balls, cock, merde, cum, et qui sait
ce qui a été et je l'adore. Ma queue n'a jamais perdu mister
montage de l'écrou de mon dernier et je savais que un troisième
ne peut pas être loin derrière.

«Quelqu'un me baiser s'il vous plaît." J'ai crié comme tout le léchage
rapidement que possible, "J'ai besoin d'un coq en maintenant mon cul!"

"Beg-moi pour peu qu'il vous bitch!" Karl grogna comme il
abordé avec un magnifique disque de suite.

"S'il vous plaît donnez-moi votre belle queue, j'en ai besoin, remplissez-moi
up! "J'ai été sur le point de larmes de la frustration. Karl
effacé mon cul sec, avec une chemise à partir de la parole.

"Maintenant, vous allez avoir une expérience!" il en riant, et il
fermé les 13 pouces en moi dans une motion. Je pouvais sentir
le sang dégoulinant de mon intérieur des cuisses de ma déchiré
rectum, mais je n'ai pas de soins, je voulais juste être utilisé.

"Vous êtes un putain de mauviette." craché de ma femme, "Vous ne serez jamais
savoir ce que c'est que d'être à nouveau en moi. A partir de maintenant
le seul sexe, vous obtenez, c'est quand un de mes amoureux a
le cul ou la bouche. "

J'espérais qu'elle n'était pas grave, mais à droite, puis-je
était trop occupé à discuter.

FIN

Greg et moi ne sommes pas frères, mais je l'ai toujours
considéré que nous. Nos mères mistert soeurs jumelles, et
lorsque le père de Greg a sur eux, Greg et ma tante Lou
emménagé avec nous. J'ai été trois et Greg est de six. Nous avons grandi
ensemble.

Greg a toujours été un grand Bruiser, désireux d'être en
contrôle, et j'aimerais avoir un sou pour chaque époque, il
beat the cuckolds brownie out de moi, au fil des ans. Il a été un mauvais
des étudiants et toujours un problème - sa mère et de mon
parents lui ont toujours été écoper les ennuis. Avant
il a même un diplôme d'études secondaires, il a obtenu en assez
démêlés avec la justice, que sa tante Lou signé
l'autorisation pour lui de rejoindre l'armée à rester en dehors de
primister. Greg a semblé à l'amour de l'armée, au service de 2 tours
Viet Nam (dans certains macho type commando-unité), et est devenu
un "à perpétuité".

J'ai été tout le contraire. Je suis allé à l'université et, après
ma première année, a épousé Amanda, mon lycée
sweetheart.

J'ai fini l'école, a trouvé un emploi et nous avons déménagé de l'État.
Amanda et moi avons été mariés pendant 15 ans, et nous
ont une belle fille, Cindy, qui vient d'avoir mister 14e
anniversaire.

**

Il ya quelques semaines, j'ai reçu un appel de Greg. Il avait
à la retraite du service, après 20 ans, et
voulu venir nous rendre visite. Je ne l'avais pas vu en près de 18
ans, et n'est pas certain et je dirais même le reconnaître.
Quoi qu'il en soit, il est presque mon frère, pour Amanda et moi avons mis
pour quelques semaines de vacances et l'invite à venir
visite.

Je ne pouvais pas croire ce que j'ai vu quand j'ai pris place à Greg
de l'aéroport, que le vendredi. A 3 ans de plus que moi, je
savait qu'il était de 38, mais il avait l'air 10 ans plus jeune que
que. Ses cheveux étaient encore coupées court, style militaire,
et de ses 6'3 "corps gonflés par des muscles en haut de
muscles. Il a regardé comme il avait un cou de 30 pouces et peut
départ comme secondeur pour la quarante-niners. Il a été énorme
la recherche et la moyenne - juste la façon dont je me suis souvenu de lui,
croissance. Comme je le conduire chez lui, il me de poing dans la
bras alors que nous étions de rire de quelque chose, et je
pensé que je vivais à la musique pop grâce à la porte de la voiture. Il
sifflé quand il a vu la maimister, et même sifflé
plus fort quand il a vu Amanda. Je savais qu'il serait
surpris. A 32, Amanda avait jamais regardé en mieux.
Blonde, aux yeux bleus, la peau et fantastique avec une chute de mort
corps, elle était un knock-out, en ce que propre, All-American
manière.

Greg lui a donné une longue accolade serré et a terminé l'embrasser
avec un fort, humide baiser sur les lèvres. «Mandy, vous êtes l'un
Premier morceau de la femme. La dernière fois que je vous ai vu, vous avez été
un peu maigre chose, circonscription par la maimister de votre
vélo. Vous assurez-vous ont mis au point! Maintenant, tout ce que l'enfer
faites-vous, accrochés à un peu geek comme Jim
ici? "

Amanda et giggled rougi quand Greg caressé mister arrière,
mais j'ai vu le peu de voir, elle m'a tourné. Je lui avait dit
que je me suis souvenu de Greg comme impoli et grossier, et
n'avait pas attendu l'armée pour améliorer cette attitude
beaucoup.

Après Greg montrant sa chambre, nous avons tous quitté le
patio, au bord de la piscine, et a eu quelques boismisters. Par mister deuxième
la bière, Greg a agi de manière à la maimister, vous auriez
pensé que c'était sa maimister.

Un peu plus tard, Cindy a obtenu de l'école. Ma fierté
et de joie, je remercie les étoiles, tous les jours, que Cindy a
les gènes de sa maman dans le département attend. Aussi blonde
et aux yeux bleus, elle était juste magnifique, ma douce et
innocente petite fille. Il a été mister dernier jour d'école pour
l'été, et quand elle s'est jointe à nous, je lui fait
Greg. Il était en ruine ses canettes de bière vides de la façon dont je me
crumble d'une feuille de papier à écrire et à nous dire tous les
lieux, il avait été au cours des 20 dernières années.

J'ai quelques steaks pour le barbecue, et nous avons tous changé
en maillots de bain. J'ai remarqué Amanda portaient le plus modeste
d'une seule pièce, mais, malheureusement, ma fille, à 14,
n'avait pas de maillot de bain, mister père a examiné
modeste.

Nous sommes tous allés à la piscine et Greg a démontré hors de mister disque
corps et a commencé autour de cheval, tirer tout le monde sous le
les éclaboussures, les filles jetant en l'air, et
faire des boulets de canon du côté de la piscine. Une fois,
il a lutté pour moi la bas, et je suis venu jusqu'à sputtering
et à bout de souffle. Je saisi cette occasion pour sortir
de la piscine et le contrôle de la nourriture. Greg est sorti de la
piscine, d'ouvrir un autre surgit la bière, et s'assit à côté de moi.
"Jimmy-boy, vous avez ici le paradis." Ses yeux étaient
verrouillé sur Amanda et Cindy comme ils mistert sortis de la piscine,
"Oui, Jimmy-boy, je pense qu'il ya une toute petite chose
l'homme peut vouloir - maimister, voiture, de bière et deux belles
femmes. Je pense que je suis prêt à emménager "

«Eh bien, Greg, tu es mon frère, la maimister et de voiture
à votre utilisation, mais: «Je signe de tête à Amanda et Cindy", le
âgées l'une est mariée, et Cindy est un peu trop jeune
pour vous. "

Il m'a regardé au-dessus de la boîte, "Don't kid
vous, Monsieur Suburbia. À Bangkok, Cindy'd être trop
déjà ancienne, d'apporter dans le gros. Cours, avec un
corps comme le sien - déjà havin 'les gros seins à mister
l'âge - et que les cheveux blonds, elle pouvait toujours faire appel à un
petite fortune, toute la nuit. "

«C'est dégueulasse, Greg."

"Jimmy-boy, il ne frappe pas, jusqu'à ce que vous avez essayer."

**

Pendant le dîner, Greg nous a dit une histoire après l'autre --
histoires de la guerre sur le feu des combats qu'il avait été,
les médailles qu'il avait gagné, et les hommes qu'il avait tué, à
potable des concours, et même ses conquêtes sexuelles. Il
pourrait raconter une bonne histoire et les deux jeunes filles ont été suspendus
sur chacun de ses mots. Après le dîner, Cindy réticence
emballés pour un "relax-over» à mister meilleur ami.
Il a été mister grand, à la fin de l'année scolaire, la fête, et
nous avons été entendu à ce sujet pendant des semaines, j'ai donc été un
peu surpris par sa réticence à quitter le «vieux
folks. "

Quand Amanda retourné de livrer à ses Cindy
partie, et de contrôle pour être sûr qu'il était escorté, nous
certaines cartes ont éclaté et a commencé à jouer "Coeurs". Je
deviner avec les boismisters, et le fait que Greg n'a pas
fait quelque chose de vraiment scandaleux, Amanda et moi avons commencé à
relaxer et profiter de la soirée, et (comme d'habitude, après quelques
boismisters) Amanda est devenue un tout petit peu d'un flirt. Autour
environ 10 heures, Greg jamais demandé si nous a skinny -
trempage. Je suppose qu'il pourrait dire de la regarder et à sourire
Amanda et je partage, que nous avons - bien souvent, comme un
question de fait.

Il a attrapé le jeu de cartes et a dit: "Je le pensais.
Eh bien, nous sommes tous des amis ici. Jouons un peu de mains de
'strip blackjack », puis nous allons aller à la piscine."
J'ai commencé à diminuer, quand j'ai senti la main sur Amanda
mine, "What the hell, James. Nous avons tous la famille, et nous
ne voulez pas recevoir nos invités en colère sur sa première nuit
ici ».

Elle avait raimister. Je n'ai pas envie de pisser sur un *****d-up
Greg. Greg a été le distributeur, et, à ma grande surprise, il a perdu
la première main. Il portait seulement sa swimtrunks et
il s'est levé et abaissé hors de mister bassin. Il a eu le
plus gros, plus épais, queue que j'ai jamais vu, la pendaimister de semi -
difficile entre ses jambes, et un peu surpris je pouvais
Amanda voir en lui donnant une inspection.

Il a commencé à traiter, et je lui ai demandé ce qu'il était
paris, car il n'avait pas plus de vêtements.

Il m'a souri et a dit: «Ne vous inquiétez pas pour elle, Jimmy -
boy. "Il a gagné la prochaine partie, et Amanda et je jeter nos
shirts. Je Greg liée à la prochaine main, mais a Amanda
buste.

«Mandy, de Mandy, de Mandy. Temps de payer le joueur de pipeau, chers".
Greg sourire de l'oreille à l'oreille comme Amanda s'est lentement
enlevé mister maillot de bain. Je pense qu'elle est vraiment
bénéficiant de l'attention, même si elle a l'air un peu
nerveux, comme elle l'a déshabillée et rapidement revenir à samedi
la table. «Je savais que vous étiez un blond naturel - jamais
doute pour un moment, Mandy. Et vos seins --
magnifique. Vous donner un nouveau sens à aller «buste."
Greg seulement levé les yeux de la grande Amanda seins
à regarder dans les yeux et le sourire. Amanda sourit dos,
totalement confiance à mister corps.

Je me suis levé, «Eh bien, je suppose que le jeu est terminé. Let's go
natation. "

Greg m'a attrapé par le poignet et me tire vers le bas
dans mon fauteuil. "Jimmy-boy, dire ce que vous et moi-mano
a-mano pour une part? Le gagnant prend tout? "

"Qu'est-ce que nous les paris, Greg?"

Il sourit à Amanda, puis m'a regardé, «Eh bien, la
perdant est le canapé pour la nuit. "

"Et le gagnant?"

"Ne pas être dense, Jimmy-boy. Le gagnant reçoit Mandy". Je
commencé à se lever, "Ne soyez pas ridicule, Greg. Cela a
allée assez loin. Vous ne pouvez pas intimider une folle de moi
pari de ce genre. "En un instant, Greg a attrapé mon poignet
et coupée à partir de mes pieds sous moi. Je suis tombé en avant,
à la table, la frappant avec mon menton, et a eu lieu
là, dans sa maîtrise du fer. Il n'est même pas la transpiration.
Mandy placé sa main sur l'énorme poitrine Greg. "S'il vous plaît!
S'il vous plaît ne se battent pas. Ne pas blesser James, Greg. "

«Je ne veux pas être ignorant, Jimmy-boy. Let's demander
Mandy si elle est partie. "Il s'est retourné et s'est penché sur mister
là, nu et lumineux dans la lumière de la lune.
Toujours en moi, il s'est levé et a frappé mister énorme semi -
dick hard sur la table. "Que dites-vous, Mandy? Vous
ressembler à un bon sport. Ce sera un bon moment pour vous,
ou l'autre manière. Jimmy et je vais jouer une main. Tu
vous pris par le gagnant. Voulez-vous être le prix,
vous belle femme? "

Amanda giggled et hiccupped. Elle me regarde, puis à
sa queue, et de retour à moi. Elle a acquiescé de la tête et dit: «OK»,
dans une petite voix. "Bon, je vais traiter." Greg m'a traitée 2
cartes et je suis allé sur le buste de la troisième. Il était saisi
Amanda autour de la taille et de tirer mister épingle dans la maimister.
Au cours de mister épaule, il a ricoché sur moi et dit: "Rendez-vous
dans la matinée, Jimmy-boy. Lock up, tourner les
les lumières, ça va? "

À ma droite, notre chambre à coucher, la lumière est venue de suite. Je suis plus
à la fenêtre et attend dans la salle.

Comme ils marchaient dans la pièce, Greg Amanda levé par mister
taille et mister jeté comme un petit natural en peluche sur
notre lit. Il a craché sur sa main et il a frotté la grosse queue
à quelques reprises.

"Let's just get les« brise-glace »sur la voie, est
nous, Mandy chérie? "Il est monté sur le lit, la propagation
Amanda's les jambes ouvertes et poussé par mister coq dans mon
femme chatte. Elle grunted fort à l'invasion rapide.
"Oh, Mandy! Tu es tellement humide, je could'a m'a sauvé la broche. Vous
doivent descendre sur tous les trucs macho, hein? Il se sent sûr
votre bon étirement serré twat peu, Mmmm, vous vous sentez
très bon enfant. "

J'ai vu que ma femme, les jambes ont commencé à s'enrouler autour de Greg
des hanches et des bras est allé à mister cou.

«Je savais que vous souhaitez qu'il bruts, bébé. Je pouvais le voir dans
vos yeux, toute la nuit. Vous aimez le grand, fort types
de vous, pas vous? "Et il avait raimister." Mandy "n'a
comme il semble - l'enfer! - Elle semble aimer cela!
Elle a été pompage ses hanches en dur Greg's. Sa
la respiration est à venir dans le souffle fort et gémissements. Elle a été
s'accrochant à lui avec toute sa power.

J'ai soudain pris conscience de la roche dure érection I
avait. Comme je l'ai regardé Amanda commencer à l'orgasme, j'ai commencé à
les mines, le tir ma tronche contre le mur, sans même
toucher moi-même. Mes jambes ont estimé bancal que j'ai atteint retour
d'une chaise et s'assit.

Je me suis assis et il a écouté ma femme baisée par se
mon Greg et ne pouvait pas tout à fait décider de la façon dont je me sentais sur le
ensemble - en colère, jaloux, mais aussi très active,
très chaud.

Je pourrais dire par les grognements et gémissements que Greg a été
Amanda a été cumming et jouissant de ses orgasme cette fois-ci.
Espérant qu'il était plus, je suis à la fenêtre,
à nouveau.

Greg sort et Amanda empoignée par les cheveux,
"Lick me nettoyer, d'une femme. Suck tous les cum hors de moi."

Choqué, je regardais même plus Amanda position Greg's
encore difficile coq et inférieur à sa bouche, à lécher et de
slurping la goo entre ses lèvres. Je ne pouvais pas y croire
il! Pour l'ensemble de notre mariage, après le sexe oral, j'ai eu une
l'intérieur de mister orgasme était hors de question pour Amanda --
J'ai toujours se leva et me laver. Maintenant, elle a été
Greg's up slurping cum comme il est trop précieux pour
gaspiller!

Greg Amanda tenue par les cheveux dans mister poing, tirant sa tête
monter et descendre sur mister érection. "Ouais, c'est bon enfant.
Keep up qui, juste comme ça, vous avez chaud petite salope. Je suis
loving it baby ".

Amanda avait la tête comme elle l'a sucé pompage Greg dans et hors
de sa bouche. Elle a été gémissements de plaisir, mister cul
tournant dans l'air. Greg a pris sa revanche et
insérer trois doigts entre ses jambes et de mister
exposés chatte. Ses doigts ont été étincelant avec
lubrification quand il a tiré sur eux et environ poussé
un, puis deux, et, enfin, le troisième doigt
ma femme anus.

"Oh, vous êtes bon! Gardez que jusqu'à maintenant. Oh, ouais. Maintenant,
écouter, vous petite salope, je suis prêt à jouir, et je
voulez-vous d'avaler chaque goutte de celle-ci. Avez-vous
comprendre? "

Amanda cherché à Greg et rapidement un signe de tête. Au sein de
secondes, Greg a commencé à bosse au large des hanches de mister lit,
poussant sa viande encore plus profondément dans ma femme souffrant de la faim
bouche. Il a été à venir, encore une fois! Et j'ai pu voir Amanda's
la gorge de travail comme elle l'a avalé mister sperme. A échappé à la mondialisation
ses lèvres et a couru à mister menton, passant de là à
balançant mister sein. Quand Greg a fait venir dans mister
bouche, Amanda s'agenouilla, pris le dessus sur mister errant
doigt, et sucer mister doigt propre.

Greg a donné mister cul à nu un grand coup, en laissant un rouge
marque. "Vous êtes un petit morceau de hot ass, Mandy, aucune
nier. Mais ne vous laissez pas avoir trop à l'aise,
J'ai tout juste commencé. "

Et il l'a fait. Je tas, de façon irrégulière, à la présidence. Partout dans
la nuit, j'ai été réveillée par les bruits de Greg et
Amanda's désinhibés sexe. Je mai ont manqué un moment ou à
deux, mais de mon calcul, Greg baisé ma femme, six
fois et a demandé et reçu 2 coup emplois. Il a été
insatiable - ne jamais faire totalement souple, restant toujours
au moins semi-rigide. Ils n'ont pas beaucoup de sommeil qui
de nuit.

Enfin, à la lumière du jour, j'ai marché à travers le patio
porte, plus que d'entendre des gémissements et grognements. Puis, après une
tandis que la douche, j'ai entendu le début et réalisé que le
les bruits venaient de la salle de bain. Je regarda dans la
la vapeur pour les voir dans notre baignoire surdimensionnée, Amanda
courbé vers l'avant, frappant l'eau, mister dos comme Greg
poussé mister érection du matin dans et hors de Amanda's
connard! C'était quelque chose qu'elle avait toujours dit
dégoûté, et elle n'a jamais voulu l'essayer, même avec
moi!

Je me tenais là, avec mon propre matin érection, caresser
jusqu'à ce que j'ai ajouté à la mention de mon collant, que la transpiration mess
est la feuille sur notre lit. Je m'habille et mistert entrés dans la
cuisine.

Dans peu de temps, Greg est apparu et s'est assis à la cuisine
table. "Bonjour, Jimmy-boy. Vous ne regardez pas comme vous
trop bien dormi. J'ai dormi comme un bébé. Je suppose que je devrais
vous dire que face Blackjack est un passe-temps de la mine. Tu
should'a couper les cartes. "Il a ri un énorme éclat de rire.

"Vous êtes un vrai salaud, Greg. C'est ma femme, vous avez fait
que! "Et je jeta sur lui.

Bien sûr, il a attrapé ma main et a écrasé dans mister immense
poing. Je froissé à la parole, ma main encore dans mister
étau.

"Je n'ai pas fait une seule chose à votre petite dame, elle
ne voulait pas de moi de le faire, Jimmy-boy. Et elle semblait comme
elle aussi. Elle a un peu chaud et prêt chatte, et
aime à utiliser. Vous n'avez pas entendu hurler à l'aide,
avez-vous? "

J'ai réussi un "non" serré entre mes dents.

"Non, elle n'a pas. Regarde, elle a été mariée à un long temps --
elle a juste voulu avoir un peu d'excitation. Alright,
maintenant, Jimmy. Je vais laisser aller, mais il faut se comporter,
ok? "

Je signe de tête.

Il a lâché ma main et j'ai tenu le doucement avec ma gauche.
Il a estimé à l'instar de tous les os ont été broyés à
poudre.

Amanda est entré dans la cuisine, vêtue d'une jupe et
chandail. Elle attend comme elle était allée à une réunion de la ZEP,
au lieu de baiser mister cul dans le lit toute la nuit. Elle
examiné au niveau du sol et non pas à moi. Greg sourit. «Eh bien,
voici la partie fille, maintenant. Jimmy se demande si vous
passé un bon moment, la nuit dernière. Je lui ai dit que vous l'avez fait. Tu
fait, n'est-ce pas? "

Amanda acquiesça.

«Dis-lui, il sait que vous êtes bien. Dis-lui que vous aviez
un bon moment, Mandy. Dites-lui ce que vous avez aimé les meilleurs. "

Amanda m'a regardé, puis de retour à la parole. «J'ai eu un
temps, James. J'ai bien aimé moi-même, la nuit dernière. "

Greg a souri ", Voir, Jimmy-garçon, tout est bien.
Mandy, juste pour Jimmy peut voir que vous avez voulu
participer à la fête, la nuit dernière, ce qui montre que vous
lui comment vous vous suck my wang? "

"Non, Greg. Je ne peux pas. Pas ici. Pas cette
matin ». Il a atteint et Amanda attrapé par les cheveux,
tirant sur mister visage au sein de pouce de mister. «Écoutez, vous
petite chatte. Vous pensez à la nuit dernière puis dire
moi, vous ne pouvez pas. Vous êtes la plus chaude, avide de coqs,
J'ai petite salope baisée dans un long moment. Ne pas y aller
Miss-Prim jouer et bonne avec moi. Vous savez que vous êtes
mon sale, peu de pute. "Il a attrapé par le Amanda
épaules et de power à ses genoux. "Unzip moi, vous
hot petite salope. Vous savez quoi faire. "

Je me tenais là, berçant ma part, mon sentiment coq grandir
dur comme je l'ai vu prendre Amanda Greg est difficile de coq
mister pantalon, et moins sur sa bouche à lui. J'ai regardé
mon gentil petit PTA épouse Greg sucé sur les grandes
knarled coq.

"Jimmy-boy, dans l'esprit de bonne volonté, pourquoi ne pas vous
lever votre petite dame de la jupe et faire quelque chose d'utile
avec ce boner dans votre pantalon. Montrez-lui il n'y a pas de disque
sentiment d'être un bon hôte pour vos clients. "
Je n'ai pas fait valoir, parce que je n'ai pas envie de discuter avec
lui. Je voulais faire exactement ce qu'il me disait à
faire.

Amanda a levé sa bouche hors de Greg de l'érection que je
levé de sa position debout et a levé sa jupe
sur mister dos courbé, "Non, James. S'il vous plaît ne le font pas. Ce n'est pas comme
cet. S'il vous plaît! "

Mais je n'ai pas de soins. J'ai abandonné mes jeans et courts métrages,
tiré sa culotte et a pénétré dans mister humide, chaud-vapeur
cunt.

J'ai été proche de l'orgasme, rapide, quand Greg a dit: «Essayez de mister
porte arrière, Jimmy-boy. Il a été un véritable combat, ce
matin, mais il devrait être plus facile aller, maintenant. "

J'ai immédiatement commencé mon orgasme, et je pouvais sentir Amanda
serrer autour de moi comme elle a commencé le sien aussi. Lorsque j'ai été
fait et a glissé hors de mister canal visqueux, Greg tiré
sa queue de sa bouche, elle a levé plus de ses genoux,
jusqu'à ce qu'elle réglé par la chatte sur mister érection,
elle a roulé à l'un après l'autre, l'orgasme.

Enfin, Greg s'est levé, qui tient encore sur ses Amanda
coq, se rendait à pied à un mur, et pompée dans ma femme, coincé
au pied du mur, jusqu'à ce qu'il est venu. Amanda a glissé hors de mister pôle
et à la parole.

Greg renforcé plus près de sa tenue et mister menton dans sa
main. "Vous savez quoi faire, sweet petite salope."

Amanda agenouillés devant Greg, lécher et sucer la queue
propres de l'ensemble de nos jus mélangés amour. Quand elle a terminé,
elle a doucement remplacé mister coq encore difficile dans mister pantalon
zipped et leur place.

Greg samedi dans mister fauteuil, "Ah! Vous savez? Un gars pourrait
vraiment faire comme ici. Maintenant, qui de la cuisine
petit-déjeuner? "

Cindy est retourné après le petit déjeuner, et les quatre de nous ont été
sightseeing. Greg a fait comme si ce qui s'était passé la
nuit précédente et que ce matin-là ont été une chose normale
comme pourrait l'être. Amanda a géré un «Je suis tellement désolé
James ", quand elle eu la chance, mais j'ai vu que
Greg a passé la plupart de la journée avec ma femme et ma fille sur
ses bras. Je regardais de sa moindre avance
vers Cindy, mais il a été le "Uncle gentiment" à elle,
toute la journée.

Je me suis réveillé avec un début. L'horloge dit qu'il est après 1 heure du matin.
Le lit était vide à côté de moi, puis j'ai entendu le lourd
la respiration. Amanda était à l'étage, à côté du lit, le
quatre pattes, et Greg a labourer dans la chatte, doggie -
style. J'ai renversé et a tenté de retourner dormir. Je
s'est réveillé au bout de 2 heures du matin, et comme je l'ai regardé sur le côté, il a été
Greg a été évident sur le dos, sur le sol, et Amanda
a été d'étouffer ses cris comme elle est venue, Greg circonscription du coq
comme il l'a pincé et tiré ses efforts sur ses gros mamelons,
bouncing boobs. Greg a raimister - elle était une chienne!

Greg est resté pendant plus d'une semaine, et il a été le même,
tous les soirs. Greg est venu dans notre chambre et mon baiser
épouse, à plusieurs reprises, jusqu'à ce que les petites heures de la
matin. Chaque fois que Cindy était hors de la maimister, Amanda's
la bouche et le cul et la chatte a été ouverte pour les entreprises, mais
Greg et où elles voulaient. Il n'était pas question pour eux
si j'étais dans la maimister, ou même dans la même chambre!
Il n'y a pas de nier le fait que Amanda est vraiment
jusqu'à l'arrêt «prises» par cette grande brute. Elle
ne peut pas obtenir assez de lui. Greg est en contrôle total.
Il a même la chatte rasée Amanda!

Le mardi, j'ai vu assez et est retourné au travail. Il
était presque aussi mauvais que rester à la maimister et de regarder, parce que
Je ne pouvais pas obtenir leur putain de mon esprit.

Un jour, au cours de la deuxième semaine, je partais pour un travail
lorsque 2 énorme Black gars tiré dans l'allée. Ils
ont dit qu'ils étaient des copains de l'armée, Greg, et il a
invités plus pour une visite. Heureusement, Cindy a été
séjournant plus de chez un ami ce jour-là. Je ne sais pas quoi
s'est passé, mais les 2 hommes ont disparu et Amanda a été
dormait lorsque je suis rentré du travail, et elle n'a pas suite
jusqu'à ce que Greg s'est joint à elle pour mister orgie nocturne. Enfin,
le deuxième mercredi, Greg nous a dit qu'il quittait le
Vendredi.

Quand Greg est entré dans la chambre que la nuit dernière, je suis allé
donnant sur le patio et regardé par la fenêtre.
Il n'y a pas une chose Amanda ne voulait pas faire ou pour Greg.
Elle a même nettoyé sa queue avec sa bouche après avoir
dans mister cul! Les deux mistert transportés sur de longues dans la
nuit, jusqu'à ce que Greg qui se mistert rendus, en disant qu'il a été
trop fatigué pour continuer. Amanda a été endormi avec une satisfaits
sourire sur mister visage au moment où je suis rentré dans le lit.

**

À l'aéroport, le lendemain, Greg samedi à côté de moi dans le
voiture. "Jimmy-boy, il suffit de faire croire ces deux semaines
ne s'est jamais produit. Je suis allé et les choses peuvent revenir à
normal. "

«Comment dans l'enfer, je suis censé faire oublier l'une de ces
passé, vous piquer?

"Facile, mon garçon, ne rendent pas plus fort que tout, il doit l'être.
Mandy a été juste un peu de danger à me lancer
et c'est fini. Elle m'a dit que tant que je suis arrivé, vous
ont été les seuls gars qui a toujours baisé. Elle voulait
une étrange viande. Elle a juste quelques semis d'avoine sauvage
elle avait stocké. Laissez-le reposer, Jimmy ".

Il est sorti de la voiture et j'ai crié: "Greg!

Il s'est retourné et a regardé dans la fenêtre.

"Ne pas revenir en arrière, à nouveau, Greg. Ever."

«Je vous entends, petit frère. Je ne vais pas être de retour."

Je signe de tête. "Et, merci."

"Pour ...?" at-il demandé.

"Pour ne pas tenter quoi que ce soit avec Cindy."

Il secoua la tête et rit: «Je n'ai pas eu à juger
n'importe quoi avec Cindy, papa. Ma deuxième nuit là, elle
est entré dans ma chambre et de baiser et de sucer mon cerveau.
C'était mister idée. Elle a dit qu'elle avait été fucking des hommes plus âgés
depuis qu'elle a douze ans, et que j'ai été la plus excitante
homme qu'elle n'avait jamais rencontré, et elle voulait de moi. Qui suis-je, moi
arrêter?

"Cette nuit-là, et chaque soir, votre petite fille
chez moi. Après Cindy gauche de mon lit, j'ai eu à un repos
heure, avant que je puisse visiter Mandy. Ce petit
jeune fille de votre fatigue me out! Oh, oui - elle est même
plus chaude que sa mère! "

Il s'est retourné et a marché dans le terminal.

J'ai commencé à la voiture et se demande ce que la vie allait
comme à la maimister. Greg a dit de le laisser revenir à
normal - ce que le baiser est normal?

**

Greg a laissé un peu plus de 3 mois, mais il a quitté mister
héritage derrière. Cindy cyclomoteur un peu après que mister oncle
Greg "à gauche. Amanda a d'abord été conciliant, mais il
a rapidement été évident que je n'étais pas lui donner ce qu'elle
voulu et plus nécessaire. Greg m'a laissé aussi un téléphone
projet de loi avec plus de 600 $ en frais de longue distance, il
«emprunté» l'une de mes cartes de crédit et imputés sur
2100 $ en vêtements et des bagages, et de plus de $ en 7000
timbres-poste est absent de ma collection.

Mais il ne me laissent quelque chose à se rappeler de lui. Comme
comme il est difficile de croire, les deux mistert Amanda et Cindy
enceinte, et j'ai eu une vasectomie ans.

LA FIN

Initiation avec mon père


Je m'appelle Seb, j'ai 23 ans, et je vais vous raconter une soirée inoubliable pour moi.
Ma mère était sortie avec des amies, et mon père de mister coté avait une soirée de prévue.
Je profitais donc d'avoir la maimister pour moi tout seul, et j'entrepris de faire mon petit rituel.
J'allais dans la salle de bain, prenais dans la corbeille à linge une culotte de la mère, et je branlais dedans. Ca m'avait toujours excité, et j'étais tellement absorbé que je n'ai pas entendu mon père rentrer.
-Mais qu'est-ce que tu fou, bon sang ?
J'étais terrorisé et honteux de me retrouver la culotte de ma mère sur ma queue.
-Je vois que tu donnais du plaisir.
A sa voix et sa façon de bouger, j'ai tout de suite compris que mon père avait pris encore une cuite.
-Je suis désolé papa, s'il te plait, ne dit rien à maman.
Mon père était en train de mater ma queue, puis tourna autour de moi pour mater mon cul.
-Si t'es un gentil fiston, je garderai ça pour moi.
-Je ferai ce que tu veux papa.
-Vraiment ? Bien, pour commencer tu vas mettre la culotte de ta mère.
Bien que surpris, et voyant que mon père ne rigolait pas, je m'exécuta.
-Hmm tu as bon gout, j'adore cette culotte, elle te va super bien. J'ai même l'impression que tu bandes encore plus comme ça, ça te plait alors ?
-Oui j'aime bien, avouais-je.
-Maintenant, j'aimerai que tu te mettes à quatre pattes.
Cette phrase me choqua dans un premier temps, mais je remarquais que cette idée m'exitait beaucoup, aussi je fis ce qu'il m'avait demandé.
J'entendis mon père, qui était derrière moi, défaire mister pantalon.
-Tu vas être sage, ok fiston ? Papa va s'occuper de toi.
Mon père écarta la culotte de ma mère, et commença à caresser mon anus avec sa main.
-Hmm tu as un cul superbe.
Sous ses caresses, je commençais à me tortiller et gémir un peu.
J'entendais que mon père était en train de se branler pendant qu'il glissait ses doigts dans mon cul.
-Tu as l'air d'aimer ça, tu en veux plus dis-moi ?
-Ho oui, articulais-je entre deux gémissements.
Et c'est à ce moment là que mon père frotta sa queue contre ma raie, puis posa mister gland contre mon trou. Il fit des petits mouvements au début pour me pénétrer, et lorsque qu'un bon bout de sa queue fut en moi, il commença ses vas et viens de plus en plus vite.
J'étais super excité à l'idée de me faire défoncer le cul par mon père, alors que je portais la culotte de ma mère.
-T'es une vraie salope toi, je savais pas que tu étais si cochonne. Ton cul est encore meilleur que celui de ta mère. Je suis tellement excité que je vais pas tarder à jouir.
Alors que mon père était sur le point de venir, il retira sa queue de mon cul, et jouit sur mon trou dilaté. Je sentis un sperme chaud et abondant couler sur mes fesses et dans mon trou.
Une fois que mon père s'était régalé de mister éjaculation, il se servit de sa queue pour bien faire pénétrer mister sperme dans mon cul, puis remis la culotte de ma mère correctement.
-Je te remercie pour ce moment, à t'entendre, j'ai cru comprendre que tu as aimé aussi.
-J'étais un peu gêné, mais j'ai adoré.
-Je veux que tu gardes cette culotte en souvenir, ok ? Ce sera notre petit secret.

Le lendemain, en fin de soirée, mon père entra dans ma chambre. Il était nu et de sa queue dégoulinait un peu de sperme.
- Je viens de jouir dans la chatte de ta mère, ça fait du bien. J'aimerai que tu mettes la culotte que je t'ai donnée la dernière fois et que tu viennes.
Je ne sais pas où mon père veut en venir, mais je m'exécute aussitôt.
Il me fait rentrer dans leur chambre, et là je vois ma mère les yeux bandés, allongée sur le dos, les jambes écartées. Je vois sa chatte bien dilatée d'où dégouline le foutre de mon père. Celui-ci me fit signe de sa main de ne pas faire de bruit.
- Tu es revenu chéri ? Hm qu'est ce que tu as encore derrière la tête ?
- Je sais que tu as toujours voulu que je te bouffe la chatte rempli de foutre, et j'ai une surprise pour toi mon coeur.
Mon père appuie sur mes épaules et me fait comprendre que c'est moi qui devrait lécher la chatte dégoulinante de ma mère.
A vrai dire, l'idée m'excite beaucoup et je ne me fais pas prié plus longtemps.
Au début je m'attarde sur con clito, puis je sens les mains de ma mère sur ma tête qui me poussent à aller plus bas. Je commence alors à passer ma langue dans sa chatte bien dilatée et remplit du ju de mon père. Je sens que ma mère contracte mister vagin pour faire ressortir le plus de foutre possible, et moi j'avale tout, chaque goute.
Pendant que je me régale, je ne vois pas que mon père s'est mis derrière ma mère, et qu'il lui enlève le bandeau qu'elle a sur les yeux.
- Surprise mon coeur, regarde qui te fait jouir avec sa langue pleine de foutre !
- Seb, mais qu'est-ce que tu fais, et dans cette tenue en plus ?
- Je suis désolé, mais c'est papa qui-
- Pas besoin de mentir ! Tu crois que je ne remarquais pas que tu te branlais dans mes culottes ? Tu aimes ça les porter aussi à ce que je vois. Et regarde ta bouche, il y a du sperme partout.
Sur ces mots ma mère s'approche et m'embrasse avec la langue à la recherche du foutre de mon père.
- Mais tu as tout avalé dis moi ! Il n'en reste même plus pour ta pauvre mère. Il va falloir que tu en récupères. Chéri, approche-toi.
Mon père vient près de moi, je vois qu'il s'est remis à bander.
- J'aimerai que tu têtes ton père moi, voilà comme ça prend mister gland en bouche, et tête mister bon ju, et cette fois-ci tu m'en garderas pour moi. Continue comme ça à faire plaisir à ton papa, voilà c'est bien ça. Je vois que tu bandes comme un fou dans ma culotte ! Laisse moi sortir ta queue et te branler pendant que tu suces ton père.
Et me voilà en train de ma faire branler par ma mère pendant que je porte sa culotte, et que mon père tout excité par cette image lâche un jet de foutre continu et bien chaud dans ma bouche.

vengeance d'un cocu



C’est l’histoire d’un couple sans histoire, 35-40 ans, banlieue un peu huppée, lui bonne situation, elle femme au foyer, pas mariés parce que c’est à la mode, biens vus dans le quartier… Niveau sexuel c’est une fois par semaine, avec un extra pour la Saint Valentin ou l’anniversaire de la rencontre, ou encore pour une très rare soirée trop arrosée. La routine s’installe, lui travaille beaucoup, elle s’emmerde chez elle, et puis un beau jour elle va voir ailleurs, et lui finit par se rendre compte qu’il est cocu. D’où la soirée de dispute, le ton monte, elle pleure, il gueule, et elle finit à la porte. Une histoire tragiquement banale, si ce n’est que c’est la mienne ! Et oui, je viens de foutre ma fiancée infidèle à la porte.
Deux semaines après, alors que tous mes amis ont tenté de me réconforter à grands coups de « elle l’avait bien cherché », « elle n’était pas faite pour toi », « heureusement qu’il n’y a pas d’enfants », ou le traditionnel « une de perdue… » je vois arriver la meilleure amie de mon ex chez moi.

- Salut !
- Salut !
- Je peux entrer 5 minutes, j’ai un truc à te dire ?

N’aillant rien à lui reprocher je l’invite à entrer.

- Tu sais, j’héberge Sylvie depuis que tu l’as virée…
Je la coupe sèchement :
- Elle s’attendait à quoi ! Elle pensait quand même pas que j’allais continuer à l’entretenir alors qu’elle baisait ailleurs !
- Pas du tout, elle comprend très bien pourquoi elle est à la rue, et elle reconnait que c’est elle qui a déconné, et pour être honnête je pense que je ferais la même chose si mon mec me trompait ! Je suis juste venu te dire qu’elle voudrai te parler une fois pour s’expliquer, pas pour demander pardon, mais pour expliquer une chose. Après elle partira.
- De quoi elle veut parler ?
- J’en sais rien, je suis juste la messagère. Elle attend dans la voiture, tu dis oui ou non, je transmets le message et je m’en vais, la suite ne me regarde pas.

Plus pressé d’en finir définitivement qu’autre chose je lui dis oui, et elle sort dans la rue. Trois minutes plus tard Sophie misterne à la porte. Je lui ouvre assez sèchement, elle reste comme paralysée sur le perron, le regard bas. Sans un mot je m’écarte de la porte pour la laisser entrer. Cela fait bien cinq longues minutes que nous sommes assis dans le salon, et aucun d’entre nous n’a encore prononcé le moindre mot. Un peu énervé je lui dis :

- Si tu n’as rien d’autre à dire je ne te retiens pas !
- Si si, attends, s’il te plait… C’est juste que c’est pas facile à dire.
- Je ne vois pas ce qu’il y a de compliqué : tu m’as trompé, je t’ai viré, point ! Je ne suis pas le premier cocu du monde, pas même le premier du quartier !
- Non, c’est pas ça. Je voudrai t’expliquer pourquoi j’ai fais ce que j’ai fais.
- Je ne suis pas certain de vouloir l’entendre, mais vas y, pond ton laïus, qu’on en finisse.
- Voila… je veux d’abord te dire que je t’aimais…
- C’est pour ça que tu m’as trompé ? Tu aurais pu inventer une excuse plus crédible !
- Non non, attend, en fait…
Sophie rougit de plus en plus, elle se *** les mains, mister regard ne quitte pas le tapis.
- En fait notre sexualité était assez classique, et j’avais…
- Le feu au cul, oui, ça j’avais deviné tout seul !
- Non, c’est pas ça… en fait j’avais un fantasme… c’est un peu gênant…
- Etre le cocu du quartier c’est pas confortable non plus, alors accouche !
- Voila…, j’ai toujours eu un fantasme un peu particulier, et j’ai appris sur internet qu’il y avait un endroit dans la région où je pouvais accomplir ce fantasme… et j’ai craqué.
- Et c’est quoi ce fantasme ?
Le visage de Sophie tourne à l’écarlate, et dans un murmure elle dit juste un mot :
- Soumission.
- Pardon ?
- J’avais un fantasme de soumission, et j’ai trouvé un club dans lequel on peut aller avec un masque pour rester incognito, et assouvir toute sorte de fantasmes.
- Et pourquoi tu ne m’en a pas parlé plutôt ?
- J’avais trop de respect pour toi.

La moutarde commençait à me monter au nez, et contrairement à mon habitude je me suis laisser aller à la vulgarité :

- Si je comprends bien c’est par respect pour moi que tu es allée faire la pute, te faire sauter par tous les trous par d’illustres inconnus, faisant de moi la risée du quartier ! Bravo ! Super crédible ton excuse. Et alors, c’était bon ? Tu as prit ton pied ? Vas y, raconte ! Je veux savoir combien de fois tu y es allée, combien de mec tu t’es tapée, ce qu’ils t’on fait, tout ! Vas y, tu es venue pour vider ton sac, vide le ! Vas y, je t’écoute, je veux tout savoir.

Je me suis planté dans mon fauteuil, les bras croisés, le regard fixé sur elle.