les histoires de chrislebo

I occasionally see "Carol the Cunt" in Mistress Susan's apartment. She is usually bound, blindfolded and dressed like a cheap whore - heavy lipstick, skimpy tight clothes, and high-heeled shoes. Her arms are locked together behind her in a leather armbinder. It is a single tight leather tube that keeps both arms together and extended straight behind her. The position pushes her shoulder blades back and her tits out. It looks very uncomfortable. Carol never says a word. Her tits have clamps on the nipples which are removed periodically by one of her owners. Carol's pain is obvious as they pull the clamps off. When she is seated, her short skirt barely covers her cunt. Once, when I had gotten a bonus from an advertising client for an exceptionally good job, Mistress Susan removed my cockcage and had me stand in front of "Carol the Cunt". Mistress Susan didn't even say anything. She just snapped her fingers twice. At that signal, Carol immediately opened her mouth and leaned forward, searching for my cock. When she found it, she sucked like her life depended on my cumming. Perhaps it did. It felt so good, I didn't care who was doing it. I came very quickly. Mistress Susan pulled me back and re-attached the cockcage. Carol sat back in the chair. Mistress Susan patted her head, the way you would pat a dog.

"Save your energy for the party tonight." Mistress Susan told Carol. "If you do a good job, I'll let you suck my cunt tonight"

Carol spoke for the first time. "I will, I will" she promised with the first trace of enthusiasm. "I'll make you proud of me. I'll be the best bitch they every saw. I'll do anything for you."

"I know you will, cunt. You're mine." Mistress Susan said matter of fact.

It was hard to believe that Carol was the same woman who I met four months ago. That Carol was arrogant and snobbish. This Carol was a puppet. She clearly demonstrated the Roget family's power to capture, dominate and control.

I still had trouble grasping the extent of their empire. I got hints that Madame Roget had two other flowers, who were operating the same way as Mistress Susan. I had no idea of how many slaves they controlled or the profit generated. I did not even know how long the Roget's had been collecting slaves and their incomes. There can't be that many successful people who could be taken without questions being asked. It was true in my case, but I was different, or was I? The Rogets were certainly successful, didn't seem to worry about any authorities, and ran a professional operation. I didn't have time to worry about it. I was too busy performing my own tasks as their slut.

True to her word, Mistress Susan did use me for demonstrations, and rented me out for special parties. I don't know where the women came from, how they knew about the Roget's or their services. Two women were in Mistress Susan's apartment when I was led in by Madame Roget. I was completely decked out in my slut uniform and pulled me along in my 6 inch heels by the chain attached to my cockring. My hands were locked to the posture collar on my neck. A chain attached to my ankles powerd me to take small mincing steps. My lipstick was thick and visible around the dildo protruding from my mouth. The vibrating dildo up my asshole was not visible, but a constant reminder to me. The rest of my attire was standard - bra with big inserts, garter belt, crotchless panties with my cockcage sticking out, nylon stockings, and blond wig. The conversation stopped when I minced in. The women were in their late fifties. Their figures were fleshy, but in fairly good shape. They were dressed conservatively and wore jewelry, which, if real, was very expensive. They did not say anything directly to me, but rather questioned Mistress Susan.

"Are you sure he's clean?" The blond asked.

(They would have been more concerned if Mistress Susan's apartment hadn't been immaculate considering her sloppy attire.)

Madame Roget answered. "Just call the slut, it. It's definitely not a 'he'. And yes, it's clean. I make sure of that myself."

They were not about to question someone who looked as severe and confident as Madame Roget on that score.

"Any limitations?" the brunette inquired.

Mistress Susan smirked, "None. If you break it, you bought it. If you want either my lady or myself along it will cost extra, but you might consider the show worth it. We're very creative."

"No, that's okay. I think we can use it just fine."

With that comment, Madame Roget pulled my chain and led me back into her (formerly my) apartment. Financial arrangements must have been finalized, because the next night I was dressed in new all-leather undergarments - bra, garter belt, neck collar, wrist and ankle cuffs. My hands were cuffed behind me and locking 6" stiletto shoes were locked on my feet. The two women I had seen previously came to pick me up. I saw that they were both dressed in all-leather outfits also. The blond had on thigh high boots with sharp-pointed spurs that made a noise when she moved. A long monk's cape was placed on my shoulders, the hood covering my head. The garment reached to the floor, hiding my heels. A leather blindfold was tightly fitted to my head. To check if I could see, Mistress Susan had one of the woman slap me. It took me by surprise, and my cheeks stung from the blow. I almost fell down. Since someone was holding taunt the chain attached to my cock, I could have been really injured. This was not a good omen for me. My cock cage was left off so they could use me any way they wanted.

The evening is a blur. I was given some have that made everything seem unreal. I can't say much more about the evening other than I left, seated in the back seat of a car and returned in the truck, in the *** position. Those women got their monies worth. My balls were swollen, my nipples were sore and throbbing, my asshole was on fire and I must have been covered in welts and heel-marks. There are a few clear memories. I remember spurs digging into my back as a woman locked my head with her thighs. She must have used my tongue for 5 orgasms. I'm sure she was the blond who picked me up. She whispered in my ear just before the trunk lid was closed, "When Susan is tired of you, you're mine. That's a promise."

I much preferred Mistress Susan and Madame Roget. Better the devil you know. It was the difference between owning something and leasing it. At least the Rogets wanted to use me long term, although Mistress Susan did say "You break it, you bought it." She thought of me as her property and had trained me to think of myself the same way.

Last week I made an interesting discovery. I overheard part of a conversation between Madame Roget and a trust officer at a bank. At least that's my guess. They were discussing someone's assets. After hearing that, it occurred to me that the Rogets might be getting information on whom to devour by learning about their trust funds or inheritances. Then they could narrow down the list to people who were alone and still further to those who had any submissive traits. It didn't tell me how they picked me, or some other people in the building, but it fit the guy in apt. 36. I didn't have a trust fund, but fit the other criteria. Then I remembered that my ex-wife had worked in a bank. Maybe she had mentioned my name to someone involved and they knew I would fit the rest of the "slave" profile. Maybe it was even on purpose. I'll never know. But at least it made some sense to me. Regardless of how it happened, I now belong completely to the Roget family. The combination of physical and mental ***, haves, vulgarity, offense, sexual stimulation, conditioning and deprivation has changed me. My self-image is of a slut. I must obey my owners. It gives me pleasure to be used by my masters. I will do anything. There is no act too humiliating, nothing I will not do or have done to me. I am docile, submissive, obedient, and trained. Two women I never would have looked at twice, now are at the center of my universe. I long to worship their bodies, to eat and take their waste, to be used for their pleasure and comfort. My bondage is unnecessary now. I wouldn't escape if I could. Where would I go. They have made me into Stephanie the Slut. I am their bitch.

Another four months have passed since I last wrote. More changes have taken place. Mistress Susan decided it was time to make more permanent changes to me. I was haveged and delivered to a clinic for some cosmetic surgery. I now have breast implants (36D), collagen injected lips, and a liposuction-narrowed waist. The physical recovery period was painful and intense. Mentally, I feel both humiliated and thrilled by my appearance. I am more useful to my owners and feel even more under their control.

When Mistress Susan is meeting a new client, she will have me present in her apartment. I am decked out in the usual attire except for the cockcage, but my cock is pulled back by the chain from my cockring into my ass so it's not apparent. My 36D tits are bare. When I am not wearing a bra, I am in a tight black corset. My waist is being constricted more each day since the surgery. The goal is 22 inches. I'm about 25 inches now. A thin chain connects my two nipple rings. My hands are tied and arms pulled over my head. I am suspended from a hook in the ceiling. The 6" stiletto heels just touch the floor. My own blond hair has grown out and is long and styled. My lips are full and shiny with glossy red lipstick. My mouth is filled with a red ball gag. I look like a real woman, bound and helpless. I am used as an example to new clients. They all see me and wonder. Mistress Susan will lower me to my knees and remove the ball gag. I am ordered to suck the client's cock until he cums. Afterwards, Mistress Susan reveals my cock and makes the client understand that the same thing can happen to him. These hourly slaves get really excited with the fantasy and usually become regulars. Their fantasy is my reality.

I still relax chained at the foot of the bed of either Mistress Susan or her lady. The wake-up ritual consists of me sucking cunt and being used as a toilet before being allowed to make breakfast for my owners. I am fucked by both on a regular basis, although Mistress Susan is rougher and uses larger dildos. I have adapted to her size and learned how to satisfy her with minimum injury to myself. I have also been trained to hold my breath longer because, in her excitement, Mistress Susan has made me pass out many times.

Mistress Susan has a little act she likes to show to guests. I am positioned on the floor on all fours like an natural. My tits hang down and my cock is released from its cage. Mistress Susan sits next to me and grabs my tit with one hand and cock with the other. To the tune of "Old MacDonald Has A Farm" she alternates milking my tit and my cock. I must moo during the misterg at the appropriate places. I am stroked to ejaculation and then powerd to lick up my "milk". Then she attaches a leash to my collar, and I follow along, still on all fours, mooing, as she leads me from the room.

Madame Roget told me that the surgery performed on me was expensive, and I must work to cover the cost. She has begun taking me to small men-only parties. I am placed on my knees in a bathroom with arms behind me and wrists locked to my ankles. A posture collar is locked around my neck and a thick chain run from the collar to a plumbing pipe under a sink. I am available as party entertainment. How would you react if you went into a bathroom and saw what you thought was an attractive blond woman with bare 36D nipple-ringed tits, black corset with garters attached to black mesh nylons, moist red bee-stung lips, bound and chained, kneeling on the floor. Only I am aware of the large dildo shoved up my asshole and locked in place. Written on a sign on the wall above me is "This is Stephanie the Slut. She loves to suck cock. Please use her with our compliments". Most men shove their cocks in my mouth. Some piss in it or even use me as an ashtray. Madame Roget will come in about every 30 minutes or so to refresh my lipstick and make sure I am performing properly. I will be available for use for about three hours at a typical function. I did go to a women's meeting once. The sign was changed to "suck cunt", and my cock was visible. The chain from the cockring was attached to the one from my nipples. The women quickly discovered that jerking on it was an effective way to make me more enthusiastic in my performance. There was a longer line than usual for the ladies room at that party.

I haven't seen "Carol the Cunt" in a long time. There have been two other slaves collected by the Roget's in the past four months. I never saw either of them before. Their initial training and conditioning took place in Mistress Susan's apartment. When they were broken, and accepted their new slave status, they were sent somewhere else. One was male the other female.

It has now been over seven months since my branding. I feel special because I am still here and used as a permisteral slave while the others have moved on. I no longer think of Mistress Susan as fat or Madame Roget as old. They are simply my owners. I am in awe of them. The Rogets are molding me physically to their specifications. They control my thoughts and I think what they want me to. I don't even hear the audio tapes at night anymore; I am so used to them. I have been feeling the need to be constantly fucked. I need a dildo or cock in my asshole, my whorehole. I need to work for my owners sucking cock and cunt and being fucked. That is what they want. That is what I need.

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You Show Me How It's Done


I remember when it started, but not how I got here. I lost my job at the plant, and was unable to find work. Cindy, my wife, got an excellent job in the city so we moved there. While I tried to find work I couldn't, so I spent a lot of time at home. Cindy was working 50+ hours a week at her high-powered executive job, so I became a "house husband", trying to keep the domestic scene running. Meanwhile Cindy became more and more dominant, and I began to listen and obey her directions; after all she was the breadwinner now.

I waited up for her one night to come home from a "power" dinner, and when I made a fuss about the time she was getting home, she started laughing. She was takes, and started being very condescending, saying what a woman I had become, fussing and all. She grabbed my arm and said, "If your going to act like a woman, you'll have to start dressing like a woman." She pulled me into our room and stripped me naked. I thought we were going to make love, but instead she retrieved a pair of panties from her drawer, a red thong, and threw them at me, "Put them on, girlie."

When I refused I was shocked when she stepped forward and backhanded me across the face; I stumred back and sat on the edge of the bed. She began screaming at me, asking how dare I back talk her, and that she was in charge now, and if she wanted me in panties she was going to get it or I could leave for good. I was stunned; she had never been like that before. I put them on as she began laughing, stroking my red face takesenly. She then made me strut around for her, and degraded me by telling me what a poor woman I made. She then pushed me to my knees and made me lick her pussy until she came, calling me her 'little bitch' the whole time. When she was done I thought it was my turn to cum, but when I tried to make a move she slapped my face again and said, "I don't fuck guys in panties." She even made me relax curled up at her feet instead of beside her.

Things got worse after that, and I have to admit I let them. Each day she turned me less and less masculine, until after about three months she declared she was "finished the transformation." I now got up every morning two hours before her, shaved my whole body (except my hair which by now was page boy length), put on my gaff (a device designed to compress my genitals into the smallest package possible and secure it between my legs), did my makeup, got dressed (usually in a little maid costume: a short black dress, black stay-up stockings, matching black push-up bra and thong panties, 4" black high heels, and of course the required apron, hat, and collar), and made her what ever breakfast she decided on the night before. I would then serve her breakfast in bed, and when she was done I would help her to the bathroom to bathe and prepare her for her busy day. After she was gone I'd spend the day cleaning and preparing for that nights' dinner. When she came home I would undress her and make her comfortable in a silk night gown, serve her dinner and then spend the rest of the night doing whatever pleased her. I'd then put her to bed and curl up at the bottom of the bed and catch some relax so I'd be ready to do it all again the next day.

It wasn't enough for her that I looked like a woman, but I had to act like one too. By the end of the three months I had as much as I could become a woman, in walk, mannerisms, and voice. She even stopped calling me my real name, and now called me Jenny. She threw out all my male clothes, gave me a credit card, and made me go by a whole new female wardrobe - while she watched. It was humiliating, because even when the sales girls didn't realize I was a man, she told them. They would stand around and joke and laugh as I tried on outfits, trying to find something to please her. Eventually we finished, but not before I felt totally defeated.

Even worse, during the whole time my sexual gratification was nil. The extent of my sex life was satisfying her orally when she demanded it. If I made advances she'd beat me and say it was un-ladylike. When she found out I was masturbating while she was away she began spanking my penis each night before bed until it hurt, and I lost all desire to touch it.

So that was my life until yesterday, a pathetic sissy. And then it got worse. Yesterday she came home at lunch and said I was to have a gourmet dinner for two ready for 7pm, but that she'd be home at 5 and I'd better be ready to help her. Of course I was when she came home with a package. She sat on the bed and made me kneel in front of her. She explained that she enjoyed me being her "pet lesbian", and while I was a good little cunt-licker, she needed a good dose of cock. She then slapped me before I could even offer my services. She announced that tonight she was having a friend over for dinner, and I was to help her get ready. We must have spent an hour, bathing, shaving, trimming, and primping, until she was happy with how she looked. She then opened the package and pulled out a sexy white crushed-cotton full-length sleeveless scoop front dress with buttons all the way up the front. She then slid it over her head and onto her still naked body. She explained that she hoped she wouldn't need underwear tonight. I was shocked and felt a bit sick about the blatant ness of her announcement. She then made me dress up (in the outfit I described before no less) and sent me off to finish preparing dinner.

When the doorbell rang promptly at 7, Cindy ordered that I show her guest in. My cheeks burning and my stomach nauseous, I opened the door to find a well-built man in a business suit, holding flowers and a bottle of wine. He looked at me strangely, but I somehow managed to ask him in, took his coat, and showed him to the living room where Cindy was stretched out in front of the fire. She crossed the room to meet him; her body silhouetted through the material by the fire, and gave him a hug and a brief kiss. He then inquired who her maid was. She laughed, and said "Oh that's just what's left of my husband." She then bid me to open the wine and pour it for them as she told him the whole tale of my transformation. I could have died, the offense was so great. The man, I found out that his name was Jim, seemed to enjoy my discomfort, but after about half an hour I was forgotten as they focused on each other. When dinner was ready I served them throughout the meal, listened to them flirt and tease with each other; it was almost too much. After dinner Cindy ordered me to do the dishes and bring desert into the living room in half an hour.

*** Author's Note: I want to know how you would like to see this story finish. Does "Jenny" becomes even more sissy, watching Jim seduce his wife and looses what little he still held onto of his old self? Does he even help Jim take her? Does he become Jim's bitch? Or does "Jenny" recovers his masculinity with a vengence? Takes back his wife? Makes Jim his bitch? Let me know what you all want to read about by email and I will write the most popular ending(s) and post very soon! I look forward to hearing your suggestions, and enjoy writing for you pleasure.

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Wife & Daughter Cuckold & Humiliate



I have dreamed of my wife making me a cuckold for years. The thought of her spreading her legs for another man, me being powerd to lick his cum from her pussy, and all of the offense was fodder for me to masterbate for a long time. The one time I discussed this with my wife, she was furious with me. She thought I had lost my mind. Nothing was said for a long time until last night. And then my world changed forever.

Ray called from work at about 2pm. I picked up the phone expecting to make plans for the night and weekend. Our 19 year old flower was due home from her freshman year of college this weekend and I figured we would be busy.

After saying hello, Ray was eager to talk. "Remember your fantasy from a few years ago", Ray asked?

"Sure I do...I dream and think about it all the time!"

"Well, are you sure it is something you want," she asked?

"Of course, but where is this coming from so out of the blue?"

"It does not matter," she said. "Here are the rules. Once this starts there is no turning back. You do everything and anything I say, when I say it. And I do mean anything. I say who, what, when, where and how. And if we start this and you change your mind, it will be the end of us as a couple. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand, but what if..."

Ray stopped me in my tracks, "you have no say over anything. If you are going to be my cucky, then it starts now. Yes or no?"

"Yes, that is what I want," I said.

"Good, then go home after work, make sure you make dinner for four people, and that does not include you. When I get home, I expect you to be on your best behavior. Make sure your eat before we get there, understand?"

"I do, but who are you bringing home?"

"If I wanted you to know, I would tell you, just do as I say."

"Ok baby, consider it done. I will be waiting."

Before she hung the phone up she said, "You will not be fucking me again anytime in the near future, nor will you be masterbating, so get that through you head now. You belong to me and all of the guests at tonights dinner from now until I say so. Now go do your job and get ready. We will be there at 6pm. Except for 1 of our guests who will be a little late. See you then!"

As soon as I put the reciever down, I realized why I was so uncomfortable. My cock was about to rip my jeans. As soon as I arrived home at about 5, I made sure the house was ready and started a light dinner. I had the table all set and ate a quick sandwich, and then waited. At about 5 after 6, I heard Rays car pull into the garage. I was nervous and unsure what to do.

When Ray walked through the door, I was shocked. 2 rather well built black men were in tow. They looked about the same size at about 6'2" or so. Ray walked up and introduced me to Jake and Tim. I went to shake their hands.

"Don't even think of trying to shake my hand you little bitch. You are here to watch us take care of what you cannot take care of yourself. And as far as your hot little wife goes, if I see you touch her again, you will pay dearly," Tim said.

I dropped my hand and turned to walk away when Daren spoke up, "where do you think your going cucky?"

"I was going to go and put dinner on the table."

"Fuck dinner, we are past that. Go take off all of your clothes and sit on the couch. We will be right in."

I turned and left the room, thinking to myself about what I had gotten myself into. I removed my clothes and took a seat on the sofa. I sat their for about 15 min and listened to their chit chat. I heard them laughing, but nothing specific. Then I heard the door open and close. In walked my 19 year old flower. She looked at me and laughed. There was no shock, just her laughing at me.

"I thought mom was kidding, yet here you sit. You gave it all up and boy will you pay for that," Sara said.

I was dumbfounded and did not know how to respond. She looked at my hard cock and then turned and walked out of the room. I was in shock.

About 5 minutes later, all 4 of them came back in the room, and they were all naked. I watched as Ray and Sara dropped to their knees in front of me and began sucking the 10" cocks in their faces. I should tell you a little about my wife and flower.

Ray is 38, she is about 5'4" tall, about 135lbs and 36c tits. She has the most incredible ass and brunette shoulder length hair.

Sara, was about 5'6", 120lbs, 36D tits, and long brown hair. I had never noticed how hot my flower was until just this moment as I watched her work this large black cock like a pro.

Ray let the cock pop out and explained, "these two studs are friends of mine from work. They will be here whenever they want from now on. The may stop by at any time and fuck me, or Sara.".

As she continued sucking, Tim looked over at me and laughed. I sat there and watched as these two sluts, my wife and my flower, had their throats fucked by these two men and there was nothing I could do about it.

Tim pulled Sara up and pulled her over to the sofa with him. He sat next to me and then guided Sara to stradle his cock. I watched as she rubbed the tip of his cock along her pussy and then slowly slid down onto his massive pole. She moaned in pleasure as his cock stretched her tight little pussy out. I began to

Wonder how many different cocks had been in my little girl. I suppose she wasn't a little girl any more. She was a slut, and I was watching the transformation.

As Sara began to slowly ride her new toy, Ray was having her throat fucked. Daren held her hair on the back of her head tightly and plunged his cock deep into her throat. Ray was enjoying this as she moaned and even fetishd over his length. Daren moaned loudly as he held his cock deep into he throat and shot his load. He was almost screaming from the pleasure. Rays eyes watered from the preasure. When he pulled out, a gob of cum followed and coated her chin. She scooped it up with her finger putting it back in her mouth and licked her finger clean.

Sara was now riding him, bouncing up and down on his cock, as fast as she could. She was screaming outloud as I watched his large black cock plunge in and out of her white pussy. After a few minutes, Tim screamed out loud and then grunted as he deposited his load deep into Sara's cunt.

"Daddy, lie on the ground on your back."

I stood and did as I was instructed. They all watched as I moved into position. Sara moved off of Tims cock and then moved over my face, squatting with her pussy pressed to my mouth. I was in shock but excited as I opened up my mouth and took in their juices. I began to explore her dirty pussy with my tounge as she moaned in pleasure. I looked up and noticed that Daren had walked over and placed his slightly limp cock in Sara's mouth. She was sucking him off as I cleaned out her pussy. Tim had taken my seat on the sofa and was having his cock cleaned by Ray. Ray let his cock slip out of her mouth and said, "Sara, your pussy tastes so good. I cannot wait to clean it the next time. Your man does not deserve such delight. Next time he only cleans the cock that was in your pussy."

I could not believe what Ray had just said. Was she really going to make me suck one of these cocks. I began to worry in my mind, but continued to enjoy the taste of my flowers pussy.

Sara began to shake over me and was bucking on my mouth as she began to cum all over my face. It turned out she is a squirter like her lady. Before I new it I was obligation on her cum as it flooded my mouth. I loved every minute of it. Mixed with Tims cum, it had a distinct taste. It was a taste I could wait for again.

Sara moved off of me and walked over behind her lady leaving me looking up at Daren and his big cock.

"Get off of the floor you fricken pussy. Stroke my cock until your wife is ready to take it in the ass."

I looked at him with great fear, and he noticed it imediately. "What the fuck are you waiting for?".

I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock. It was harder t an I would ever have imagined. I slowly stroked it up and down. "That's it, I knew you had it in you ya little bitch. Hey Ray, did you ever think you would see this?". Daren was playing his part to well.

Ray let Tims cock slip out of her mouth, "good job honey. Your such a good boy, now wrap your lips around your first cock and see what its like. You need to keep it nice and hard for my ass so the boys here can fuck me together."

I couldn't believe it. I remained speechless. I looked up at Daren who smiled down on me. I slowly brought the tim of his cock to my lips and slowly let it slip into my mouth.

Sara was behind her lady sliding her finger in and out of her moms ass getting it ready. I was watching all of this and had a cock in my mouth. What was I thinking. I scared myself even more and began to get into it.

"You are really good at sucking cock. Are you sure you haven't done this before.". I was scared, but wasn't going to back down now.

Ray was still sucking Tims cock as Sara now has two fingers buried in her ladys ass. Tim told her to get on his cock and Ray wasted no time. Daren pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved behind Ray, and without delay slowly began pushing his cock into Rays ass. As I sat there watching, my wife was being double penetrated by these big cocks and was screaming from the assault.

Sara walked over to me and looked at me with pitty. "Tim, can I let my man fuck me? I will make him eat his own cum out of my pussy when he is done."

"Go ahead. The little bitch won't last 2 minutes anyway. But when its time for him to cum, he puts the tip in your ass. I want to watch him clean his own cum out of your ass."

"Well daddy, I guess your going to get lucky after all. Get over here and fuck me", Sara said. As I walked across the room to the chair she was positioning herself in Ray was getting fucked like never before. She had 20" of cock in her ass and cunt, and they were not being slow about it. As they pumped away she shook at the assault and screamed from a pleasure bordering on pain.

I approached my little slut of a flower. She was seated in the chair, legs spread wide, and smiling as I walked up. "Stick you average cock in my pussy daddy. I have been waiting for a long time. As soon as that little cock of your is all coated with my cum, you can stick it in my ass!"

I positioned myself with my cock at her pussy and slid right in. She was already stretched out. Tim was right. As I was fucking my own flower I realized I was not going to last long. After about 15 or 20 thrust, I pulled out, pushed her knees back to her chest, and started to push into her ass. My cock was coated with her cum and it slid in slowly. She moaned out loud as I sunk into her ass. It took about 3 or 4 thrusts in her very tight ass before my cock exploded deep into her. She let out a large moan and began to shudder. I pulled out and sttod over her.

Daren looked over from under my wife, "get on your knees and lick up ever drop as it comes out. Make sure you get it all. Eat that cute ass up cucky.".

Did as I was told and licked my flowers asshole sucking up every drop. I inserted a finger into her ass. As I pulled it out it was coated in my cum. I put it in my mouth and sucked it off. After a few minutes, Sara pushed me away and stood walking out of the room.

At about the same time, Ray was screaming as Tim and Daren deposited their loads deep into her. Ray had an incredible orgasm and began to shake.

"Get back on the floor now," Ray yelled to me. I quickly moved into position as she jumped off of her cocks and positioned her cunt over my face. She began to rub her clit as cum from Tim and Daren dripped out all over my mouth. I pushed my lips to her pussy and probed until she began to scream with another orgasm. Soon she was squirting all over my face. I took it all in making sure my job was done.

When she was finished, she moved back to the sofa and collapsed. Tim and Daren moved over to me. "Clean our cocks off cucky," Tim said. They stood over me as I knelt in front of them. I slowly took each cock into my mouth and sucked it clean. It was humiliating, but at the same time, my cock was again hard as a rock.

As I finished, Ray and Sara were sitting side by side on the sofa watching me. Ray was rubbing her flowers pussy as Sara rubbed her ladys clit. It was hot.

Tim and Daren dressed and got ready to leave. They laughed at me, called me some names, and then departed.

Ray was the first to speak. "How did you enjoy sucking your first cock?"

"It was weird. I thought it would be sick. But I actually enjoed it."

"You did a great job daddy. Now get over here and eat our pussies. If you do a good job, we will let you watch us as we fuck each other with my strap on. Maybe we will even fuck your wimp ass with it before the night is done."

I smiled inside. I wasn't sure how this would go, but so far, it was all good.

Afterwards Ben sat back in his chair and told me to lick his armpits clean. Fran again clapped her hands with glee. I set about my task feeling unbelievably humiliated yet turned on.

When I had finished to his satisfaction he told me to take his cock in my mouth. I thought he wanted me to suck him hard again but he had other ideas. He started pissing in my mouth. He warned me not to let any leak out. It had a bitter taste and I did well not to gag or fetish. Afterwards Fran looked at me and said, "What kind of pervert did I marry?"

Ben told her that I was the kind that was now going to give her a tongue bath.

I was told to lie on the floor. I watched as Fran took her knickers off and lowered her fat cunt on my mouth. I licked like mad hoping that she would stop soon as her fat thighs were suffocating me. Now and again she would move forward slightly so that I could lick her anus. At the same time Uncle Ben had fed his cock back into Fran's mouth and once again I could hear her lurid slurps.

When he was hard again Ben told Fran it was time for Uncle to fuck her like she deserved. In response she laid back on the carpet with her knees drawn up and her legs open. I could see the juices running out of her. Ben knelt between her thighs. He asked me if I wanted to see him fuck my wife.

I know it was wrong but I couldn't help myself. I told him to give her the type of fuck that she deserves.

Knowing that he was fully in control he ordered me to insert his cock into my wife. It was quite a job at first. His cock was like an iron bar and it was hard to line it up with her cunt lips. Eventually I got it there and at least half of it slipped in. Fran just bucked into an orgasm. The noise she made helped me understand that I had never given her such pleasure. Inch by inch he slipped in until his balls were resting on her arse.

He began to thrust slowly but hard. Every now and then he would push himself right in and gyrate his hips causing Fran to orgasm again. Fran's eyes met mine and she said in a soft whisper, "He's so good, your little weener has never made me feel like this." I couldn't help it I just ejaculated in response.

Unfortunately some landed on Ben's arm. He pulled out of Fran and slapped me hard and then made me lick my cum up. He then returned to Fran and began to fuck her again. He told me to lick his arse and that way I might not mess up again. It was difficult to do as he said because of his now urgent thrusts but I think I did it well enough to add to his pleasure. With a bellow he reared up and poured his cum into Fran's obscenely stretched cunt.

As they lay panting from their efforts I could see his cum oozing from her cunt. I didn't need telling and moved in to clean them both up.

Afterwards when Fran said she needed a pee Uncle Ben pointed out that my mouth was available. She squatted over my face and let it pour into my mouth. When she finished Ben took her place and did the same.

That and subsequent nights Uncle Ben has taken us to sexual places we never knew existed. We now live with him on a permanent basis and I wait on them hand and foot. I love it.

There is much more that I could write about and will do so if people want more

Some of you might have read my previous story ‘Uncle Ben Has Taken my Wife’. This is the second part of that story.

Readers might recall that Uncle Ben is not the benign American Rice vendor. Rather he is an overweight, lazy fat slob.

Picking up from where I left off in Part 1 its fair to say that Uncle Ben had completely taken over our lives, or at least that is what he liked to think. While he took over Fran and used her for his sexual pleasure in any way that took his imagination I was cooking cleaning and assisting him as he pleased.

Fran was so turned on by him and would do anything he said. At his behest she humiliated me in the most imaginative ways.

However, presentation is a double-edged sword. Whilst they enjoyed their perceived control of me I, in turn, was able to subtley influence them into behaviours that suited my sexual desires. If I wanted Uncle Ben to anally fuck Fran I would just beg him not to. If I wantd to suck him I would beg him not to make me and he would. This simple paradox worked wonders. Essentially he and Fran were my performing seals. It’s just that they didn’t know it.

Basically despite their extreme offense of me I loved watching them perform. I know it sounds perverted but I loved licking them both and cleaning them with my tongue. I even enjoyed takeing their urine. Of course I begged them not to make me.

The only bit I didn’t enjoy was Uncle Ben’s mean temper. Often he would often beat me up. He would also trash the house after I cleaned it and make me clean it all over again.

His problem was holy water. He was a major takes and at a certain point he would get violent with it. He never beat Fran, however.

Perhaps not unexpectedly Uncle Ben had a major heart attack and died. Fran was gutted and became depressed for some time. I basically had to look after her and nurse her through it. We became quite close during that period. I think she truly realised that I was there for her.

Permisterally I was quietly pleased at Uncle Ben’s untimely demise although I did miss the sexual stuff. Fran on the other hand could not bring herself to think about sex. She seemed instead to enjoy the emotional intimacy we had found

It did help her when we learnt that Uncle Ben had left us his house and possessions and a goodly amount of money. Actually it helped me as well.

Over the months we completely decorated and furnished the house. We made it our home. Fran lost weight and tidied herself up. She looked a picture and more than that I was proud of her. Over time we began to explore each other sexually. I loved the feel of her body.

I knew, however, that no matter how I tried I couldn’t fully satisfy her sexual needs. It was also the case that she couldn’t mine. The trouble is that we are both submissive and at least Uncle Ben took the lead.

Eventually we talked about it. Fran said my little penis didn’t satisfy her. She said that she knew that in reality the vagina adapts to suit to the size of the penis but she felt that on a psychological level she needed to feel a very large penis in her. She was so pleased when I told her that I enjoyed seeing her pleasure when she fucked with Uncle Ben. I told her that whilst I am not gay I do have a bisexual side and got as much pleasure from looking at and touching a large penis as she did.

In the end we agreed to find a replacement for Uncle Ben. We worked out that we wanted an older man with a very thick penis. We wanted him to make us submit to his every whim. Of course he had to be at least as dirty minded as us.

We found Tony via the Internet. We told him what we liked and he said we fitted what he was looking for. He had only one demand and that was that we would do anything that he demanded or he would walk away for good. We accepted this because it actually gave us a way out if we needed it. I told Tony that the only demand that we had was that he should not be emotionally intimate with Fran. Rather we wanted lust not love.

Tony is a big guy, balding and in his early fifties. He is married but his wife was not interested in what she saw as his sexual perversions. He is a powerful man who exudes confidence. Clearly he is a man used to getting his own way.

We finally arranged to meet. He was to come to our home. He told us by email that he wanted us to be naked when he arrived. He insisted that Fran be wet and ready for him. By ‘ready’ he meant that Fran was to be bending over holding her ankles when he came into the room.

When the evening finally came Fran and I were really nervous. We stripped off just before Tony was due to arrive. Fran lay on the carpet so that I could get her cunt ready with my tongue. Soon her nerves were forgotten. Her juices were flowing and her hips were thrusting as if they had a mind of their own.

The doorbell rang and I opened the door and Tony barged in. He ignored my proffered hand and my greeting.

He looked straight to Fran who had assumed the required position. We could see her open cunt. The lips were shiny with moisture and there were droplets on her luxurious bush. Above that we could see her little puckered anus. Without a word Tony stood himself behind her. He worked two fingers into her. Fran moaned.

After a few minutes of this he turned to me and ordered me to get his cock out. We had seen pictures of it but they had not really done him justice. It was like an iron bar. It was incredibly thick and about eight inches long crowned by a large mushroom shaped purple head. The shaft was gnarled with veins and the base was the thickest part. He reached down and pulled his balls out of his trousers. They were clean shaven and the size of two large plums.

He lined his penis up with Fran’s cunt and without warning pushed into her with one long smooth lunge. Fran just exploded into an orgasm. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck.” She cried in ecstacy.. I saw saliva hanging from her mouth.

I looked down at their union and saw her cunt lips were distended around his thick shaft. Her lips were taut and red. His shaft already had collected a ring of thick cream like juices.

Fran’s legs were wobbling with each deep thrust that he made. I had the impression that his cock was holding her up.

Tony began to thrust hard and harder. “Take that you slut,” he chanted. “I havn’t cum for a week so you are going to be full of it bitch.”

With that he held her hips and gave one final lunge and began to ejaculate in her. I could see his sperm as it oozed out around his cock. He told me to kneel between them and catch his sperm when he pulled out. It was incredible. Her cunt lips clung to him as he withdrew. Finally he was out and there was a long rope of thick white cum hanging from her lips. I got my mouth under it and let it drip in. The smell of their combined juices was incredible. Eventually I worked my tongue in and licked out their juices. Fran orgasmed again filling my mouth to the point of overflow.

Eventually Tony told me to get up but Fran to stay as she was. I knew that she was finding it difficult to stay in that position. From where I stood, however, I could see just how stretched and distended her cunt was. She was still quietly moaning.

I then noticed that Tony had undressed himself. He looked so menacing with his still erect penis pointing upwards. In his hand he had a broad leather belt. He walked towards Fran and softly almost gently said “You spoke when I was fucking you and I didn’t give you permission my little slut. Now you have to learn a lesmister.”

Tony turned to me and handed me the belt. He said that I should give her ten hard lashes across her buttocks. He went on to say that if I didn’t do it hard enough he would give her ten more and do the same to me. That was difficult. It is just not in my nature to inflict pain. To my way of thinking that was Tony’s role.

Tony turned to Fran and told her that he did not want to hear a sound from her during the punishment.

I stood behind her. My own little penis was rock hard but that didn’t stop me feeling queasy. I swung the belt hard but at the last second slightly softerned the blow. I couldn’t bear to hurt my Fran. Tony said nothing so I carried out the lashing in this manner. I tried to minimise her pain. Even so after the tenth stroke her buttocks were bright red and crisscrossed with welts. I could hear her heavy breathing but she did not cry out in pain. I hoped that she would know that I tried to soften the punishment.

Tony, however, certainly knew that I had. He screamed at me that my softness was going to cause Fran even more pain. With that he swung the belt like a whip. It whistled through the air. This was followed by the loud report of leather on skin. “That is what I mean by punishment.” He hissed. When he finished Fran fell forward onto the floor. There were tears streaming from her eyes but she made no sound. She rolled onto her back as if to hide her buttocks from Tony. However, he simply pushed his toes into her open cunt and within seconds she orgasmed. I had never seen her cum so hard and powerfully. I could see that his game was one of simple punishment and reward.

When she calmed down from her orgasm Tony stroked her face and said to her that it was my fault that she got a second beating. She looked at me with disdain. Tony offered her the belt and said it was time to get her own back. She smiled and told me to bend over and grip my ankles. With great trepidation I did so. Fran obviously didn’t experience any qualms. I could hear the belt whistling before it lashed me. I couldn’t help it and screamed with pain. After the ten lashes were completed Tony told Fran that ten more were needed because I had screamed. She again set about her task with great vigour until I finally collapsed onto the floor. Even in my pain I was able to recognise that Tony, had with ease, been able to set Fran and I against each other.

Although I was still smarting and writhing Tony pulled me up by my hair into a kneeling position. My face was inches from his massive cock. He pulled me towards it. His intention was obvious. I didn’t have to be told. I opened my mouth and engulfed his cock head. Tony took over and held my head whilst he fucked my mouth hard. After a while he bade me to lick his balls and rim him. The scent of his masculinity was overpowering. I regained my erection. I went to town on him.

After some time he told me to suck his cock again. When I took his cock head in his body tensed and strained. I knew what was going to happen and it did. At first it was just a trickle of bitter tasting urine. Then it became a gush. Fortunately he stopped mid flow and called Fran to him. He inserted his penis in her mouth and did the same. It was dribbling from her lips onto her big breasts. When he finished he wiped his cock on her face.

Tony then told us to take him to our bedroom. He said that he was going to fuck Fran silly and I was going to watch him pleasure her in a way that I never could.

Dutyfuly Fran Lay flat on the bed with her knees drawn back to her breasts and her thighs parted. Without further ado Tony clambered between her legs and ordered me to insert him into Fran. When I did he said: “What kind of man puts another mans cock into his wife?” With that he began to slowly, almost lovingly slide in and out of Fran. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide. I stood behind them and could see that he was withdrawing most of his cock only to slide all the way in again. His shaft was glistening with her juices. I could see a wet patch forming beneath her.

At first I loved to see her pleasure. Then I noticed a subtle change. They were gently kissing and stroking each other. They were being intimate. This was not simple emotionally detached fucking. They were making love. This wasn’t the plan.

Tony took her to heights she had never experienced. He took her in every position. Finally he came. They just clung to each other in the aftermath. I could see it all again. Punishment followed by love. She was eating out of his hand.

Nevertheless when he told me to lick them both clean I did not hesitate.

When he was leaving Tony told us that he would be in touch and to expect something even more extreme next time.

After he had gone I confronted Fran about the intimacy between them. She didn’t deny it but said that she still loved me but needed him. She said that she felt she would do anything he wanted.

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Tina Rules


Tina, the fiery redhead, is my wife. She has always been kind of bossy lately it has gotten much worst. Though I only have myself to blame.

I had been on the web and got distracted with a phone call and then got into making dinner. When Tina clicked on the computer the screen saver disappeared and there was this story. I had been reading about a guy who was so emasculated his wife put him in one of her old night gowns and sends him off to relax in the guest room while she entertains her young stud lover in their bed.

I think my face was as red as her hair when she called me over and asked me to explain what this was all about. I tried to lie my way out of it but that didn’t work. She opened up the history list and looked at where I had been on the web.

She had me take off my clothes and kneel on the floor next to her as she randomly revisited sites where I probably should not have been. I tried not to get a hard on but ended up getting one anyway. A lot of stories I had skimmed through had the same theme of a male who willing serves his wife as a housekeeper/cuckold while she has sex with a steady lover or a stream of them.

My fate was sealed when she followed my trail to a chastity belt site. (Damn technology you can’t seem to do anything without leaving a trace).

I guess I was somewhat relieved when she slid her hands down into her panties got her fingers all wet and had me lick them off. She said maybe our fantasies are not so far apart. She told me that like many of the women in the stories she actually did enjoy me eating her out more than fucking her. She understood how I probably identified with the guys with small pricks who came quickly as that was me to the T.

She told me her promiscuous days were long gone but she saw no problem with finding a nice stud to be her steady. “Though I may need to test out a few different guys before I pick one”. I tried to talk her out of it but she sternly said, “ Who am I to not indulge my little hubbies fantasy life”. Let’s try it for a month or two and if it doesn’t work out will figure something else out.

She sent me to take a shower while she looked for something for me to change into. She pulled the shower curtain aside and handed me my razor and shaving crème and told me to get rid of my leg and pit hair. She had brought a green nylon nightgown she had stopped wearing because she found cotton more comfortable to relax in.

While we were in the bathroom she pointed out some things that needed to be cleaned admitting that neither of us had approached our household chores with the diligence that we should have. “Why don’t you take some vacation days and see if you can get this place into shape. When I have company over I want it looking really nice.”

I tried to explain that I wanted to save my vacation time as planned so we could get away for a few weeks at the end of August. “By the end of August I’ll be going on a vacation with a real man” I must have looked so sad. She pinched my cheeks and said jimmy don’t worry I have a couple of girlfriends that are probably more than willing to watch you, or should I say baby sit you while I’m away.

On our way to the bedroom we stopped at the guest/storage room. It was being used almost as a second closet for Tina’s excess of clothes and shoes. You will also need to fix this place up a bit if you’re going to be spending time here. If you would like some of my old clothes put them aside and if I don’t really want them anymore you can have them.

She grabbed a pillow off the futon we kept in there. It was a guest room but we seldom had guests except for Xmas when her sister might stay for a few days. She threw the pillow on the floor by my side of the bed and found a clean sheet. “When I’m through with you for the night I want you to relax here”

Now don’t be playing with yourself awhile I take my shower. She returned had me lie on my back as she mounted my face. I ate her out to like 5 or 6 orgasms. When she was through she remarked I think I’m going to like this. I tried to talk my way out of being sent to the floor but she wasn’t in the mood for my whining.

Now until we get your chastity device I don’t want you wanking off all the time. If you ask nicely I’ll let you jerk-off sometimes. I asked her nicely and she said yes I’d even get you started by telling you a story. I got down on the floor and she starts the following story.

When I’m on a date and can’t get you a babysitter I get you dressed for bed and lock you in your room. When my date and I get back I unlock the door so you can go to the bathroom and meet my date. Tom is this 24-year-old stud that I met at the gym. I’ve told him all about you and your little fantasy so it’s not really a surprise for him and he knows that it will be all over between him and me if he is mean to you.

You say I’m pleased to meet you Tina has told me all about you and I’m grateful to you for all the pleasure you can bring to her. If you take off her dress while I go to the bathroom you might find a nice surprise. You come out of the bathroom and I’m standing in a nice bra and panty set you bought me special for this date. You point out to Tom that you gave me a nice pedicure. Tom while undressing me has already seen the little gift tag you tied on to the waist band of my panties it says To: Tom from jimmy Enjoy!

I ask if I need to lock you back in your room and you say no I won’t bother you two at all. You go and turn down my bed and light a candle. You stand in the living room while Tom and I are making out something fierce. I catch you staring and gawking at us and since I’m about to give Tom a blowjob I snap my fingers and say bed and you go scurrying off. I completely forget that you won’t be able to jerk off because in the heat of the moment I forget you need me to unlock your chastity.

At this point in the story Tina gives my cock a few strokes with her hand and I shoot a load of cum all over my nightgown. We say good night and drift off to relax in our own little worlds. In the morning I serve Tina coffee in bed still in my cum stained nightgown. She explains she’ll be late getting home tonight, as she’ll be stopping at the gym. Something she hardly ever does during the summer.

We go over the list of chores that I’ll be working on while waiting for her to come home. She tells me that she will password protect the computer so I won’t be able to get on the Internet. I should concentrate on getting my chores done. When she gets home I’m glad that she’s alone. She assures me that she is looking but she may not rush into anything and then again maybe she will.

I had eaten earlier and sat at the table with her while she ate her salad. I shared with her what chores I had gotten done but admitted that I was over whelmed with the guest room. She told me think of it as my room. After dinner she helped by thinning out her clothes. She is taller and thinner than I am. Other than a few nightgowns and a few short alls and rompers that were not size sensitive around thee waist. Her old clothes were not all that good for me.

She explained that she had lunch with her co-worker Lydsay today and had told her the whole story. Lydsay is a young woman of 19 or so. I had met her briefly when I had stopped at Tina’s office. I asked what the fuck you go and do that for. I was severely Reprimanded for my language and attitude.

because I had jerked off last night and she had not forgotten about the chastity device. She felt this would keep me from wanking off for the time being.

Before getting me into it she got me hard and then she pulled this vibrator out and measured me up against it. She pointed out it was 4-5" longer than me and it doesn't droop to nothing in 15 minutes. She sat at the edge of the bed while she instructed me on how to use the vibrator When she was close to orgasm she took control of it and thrust it deep and long into her. Something I had been too timid to do.

After a brief snooze she told me to get a glass of water for her. She quietly talked to me as I laid on the bed next to her. "I bet you've never seen me get off that good have you" I admitted that I had not. " This was just with a piece of plastic and a couple of batteries. Imagine what is going to happen when I have a real man to fuck me?"

"I tell you what. Anytime you think you are man enough to bring me off like that I'll let you try. But if you are just trying to take advantage of my good will and are not able to perform you'll be in your chastity for like three months, at least." Shortly after she offered me the deal I returned to my floor space.

The next morning I helped her get ready for work and changed into this black leotard and shorts that were my chore clothes. "Remember 5:30 Lydsay and I will be here supper for 6:30 and you should probably eat early so you can serve us uninterrupted .I know you are going to be alone all day and you may be tempted to jerk off. I don't want you to. It will just be worst if the first memory you have of Lydsay is being spanked in front of her".

I agreed not to. "If it is hot and I am caught up on my chores can I go swimming? I asked.

"Children should not swim unattended."

I started to protest that I was not a young. She just gave me a look.

I spent the day doing the chore list. It felt weird moving my clothes out of our bedroom.

5:30 came around really quickly. Shortly afterwards I heard the doorbell ring. It was that girl Lydsay. She explained that Tina had gone off to the gym but she wanted to swim laps instead. She was carrying a gym bag and asked where she could change. I brought her to the pool house. She was a short girl with glasses and an upturned little nose. She is attractive in a quiet girl next-door sort of way.

She told me to get her a hanger so she could hang up her dress. By the time I got back with it she was already in the pool. She had this little Bikini on and I couldn't help but check out her body.

"Now Tina assured me that I would not have any problems with you. So stop staring at me. My dress is on the hook in there go put it on a hanger, get me a fresh towel, and something cold and icy to take when I get out of here." She had barely introduced herself to me and she was bossing me around like that was just the way that it was.

I returned poolside and was mesmerized just watching her swim back and forth in the pool. I heard Tina drive up she was still in the sweats from the gym. I reported Lydsay was out swimming and asked whether I should start the pasta. She told me to wait on that but be a good boy and bring them cheese and crackers poolside. I returned with the snacks Lydsay was out and drying off. Her bikini top was so small and her breast appeared so large on her 5' frame.

Tina had stripped off her clothes and was in the nude just floating around in the pool. Tina told me to stop staring at Lydsay' boobs put the crackers down, pick up her clothes, bring a robe to get into, and if you can change quickly into your new bathing suit, you can have a swim before dinner. I returned in about 10 minutes. Tina was still swimming. I had to kneel next to Lydsay while waiting for Tina to finish.

Lydsay commented that Tina was so beautiful that she was not going to have any problem finding a nice guy who knew how to treat women. But that's what you want isn't? A real man to help satisfy her in ways that you can't. She was patting me on the head like I was a dog or something. I don't know why but I found it very arousing. Tina got out of the pool and sat on the edge. I was then allowed to swim for a while. They were sitting at the edge of the pool and called me over to them. Tina did this thing with her foot finding my prick under the skirt of my bathing suit.

Did you jerk-off today? Tina asked.

I truthfully reported that I had not.

They said good boy in unimister.

Lydsay said it would be much better when you have him fixed. My aunt had to put one on my cousin when he was 15 when he was part of a pregnancy scare. When he stayed with us my girlfriends and I had such a good time teasing him. Telling Tina that you will find him more cooperative the more you blue ball him. When Steve was with us I would just have to say I'm thirsty and he would jump up and get me a soda. His wife and I our still friends and she still constrains him. He is just the most compliant husband a woman could ask for.

I had to get out of the pool and fix dinner. They joined me in the kitchen after Tina had inspected my housework.

Not bad she told me. The guest room still needs work but there is no reamister you can't stay there tonight. Tomorrow you can start your day in your boy clothes and do errands. I served the two women dinner. Tina asked Lydsay if she had plans for Saturday. Yes I just moved into this place and I'm living out of boxes, the place was left kind of a mess because there wasn't anytime between the other folks leaving and my moving in.

Tina says it sounds like you could use some help. Yes I could, looking at me, but he is not fixed yet and the way he keeps staring at my tits I don't know.

Well I don't think we can mail order chastity tonight and have it here for tomorrow.

Why mail order? The Eros store in old town usually has them in stock.

You sure Tina inquired?

Sure my cousin wasn't the only boy I knew who wore one. A lot of single moms and those who had been single moms had their mister's fitted. A lot of adolescent girls ruin their lives by having kids when they are too young. Just say no does not work. Birth control methods can fail. There is sort of a quiet movement to solve the problem where it belongs. Boys who can get a girl pregnant but not assume responsibility of manhood are the problem. Well if they can't control their impulses something has to be done.

Tina seemed fascinated by the whole notion of how this social problem was being solved. Well then do you think the store is open late on Friday night?

Hey relax if you give me the money or a credit card we can get it done first thing Saturday morning. Then I would be glad to have his help fixing up my apartment.

But what's up on Saturday anyways Lydsay asked.

Well at the gym tonight this guy Dave and I were talking about how weird it was exercising inside when it is so nice out. He asked me if I wanted to go on a bike ride on Saturday. I don't know if anything is going to happen but I feel the potential is there. He looks like he has a manly prick something I've really been deprived of for too long.

I must of looked so disappointed as Tina remarked to me about being careful what you wish for.

But you do look uncomfortable in that bathing suit . Why don't you take a shower get into a nightgown and by the time you're through there will be these dishes to wash. I think we will find you very cute in that pink nylon baby doll you got me for my birthday last year.

They were sitting out on the darkened screened patio when I finished the dishes. Tina suggested that I get a throw pillow off of the couch so I'd be comfortable kneeling. Lydsay said Oh that does look so cute on him. It's so nice to see the tables turned. Guys buy me stuff like that and they have no idea how uncomfortable it is to feel that next to my skin. They don't understand when I get upset and tell them I want cotton or silk not sythenitic material on me.

Tina agreed with her. The light was turned off and a candle lit. I postioned myself kneeling between the two of them. Lydsay as if it was no big deal used my shoulder as if it was a stool. Tina said so Hon this is the deal.

Tommorow while you are out shopping make sure my bike has air in the tires, pick up a nice loaf of French bread, a good chedar , and some sparkling water. Anything else she asked Lydsay. Sure how about some sexy underwear and some birth control stuff.

Yes I'll call the lingerie store from work and have them put something together. You will just have to pick up some condoms and a tube of foam and that should do it. Tina confirmed that Lydsay felt comfortable getting me fitted. She mentioned that nothing gives her more satisfaction than being party to a nice emasculation.

Lydsay had placed one of her feet on my crotch. She remarked if it wasn't so small I would swear jimmy is all aroused by this. Tina says believe me that is his version of a raging hard on. It's so cute can I bring him off Lydsay asked . Sure Tina responded. It's almost bedtime anyway and it won't take that long. Lyndsay started to stroje my cock using her feet and toes. I was so aroused that I really got into responding by rubbing vigorously aginst her foot. It wasn't long though before I shot my load all over her foot.

Boy that really din't take very long at all did it. She started to move her feet to my mouth rubbing cum in my face . I resisted as I was no longer aroused and felt silly and embarrassed. Tina looked at me and said hair brush and I felt compelled to clean up the mess I made all over Lydsay"s feet.. Tina complimented Lydsay on how well I was responding to her. Well I may be half his age but all males are essentially boys and boys are very manageable.

Tina said time for beddy by little man. I thanked Lydsay for getting me off and went to the guest room to retire. I heard Llydsay leave in about 45 minutes and Tina stopped by on the way to the shower. This is cozy in here. She straddled my chest and sat her pussy inches away from my face. Boy, that Lydsay is something else. Don't you think she has a great body? Don't worry I won't be jealous. I think she has some good ideas. She suggested that I have you eat me out. I mentioned you probably wouldn't be horny as you just got off. She reminded me from now on it is all about my needs and desires and that you should do things that make you uncomfortable as a sign of love and devotion.

She even suggested that she may let you eat her out on Saturday. Hon would you like that? She didn't wait for my reply as she pulled my head into her.

Tina sent me to my room after I had satiated her. She gave me instructions on how I should be up earlier then her so that I could make breakfast for her. Friday dawned as a beautiful summer day. Still using a vacation day I was staying home to continue doing housework. I expressed some misgivings about her actually going on a date the next day and whether she had been kidding about my buying condoms and contraceptive foam. She said no, she intended to indulge my fantasy life and help me learn that my role from then on would be more of a companion, kind of like a well-regarded dog, and servant to her.

If I found it unbearable we could always divorce and I would be free to leave. I think you'll get use to it. I like you a lot but I really do need a more macho guy in my life. There is nothing wrong with being a loving and compliant permister as long as you do it with energy and enthusiasm. Besides you have to admit that there is that part of you that wants this as well. Those sites you spent your time on the Internet all seemed to have that consistent theme. It was not as if you stumred across them by accident and quickly left. Cheer up! Hon you'll make proud of you I'm sure.

It did feel weird buying condoms, as well as picnic supplies for a date my wife was going on with another man. The lingerie store was embarrassing as well. She had placed an order over the phone and actually bought Lydsay a special gift as well. But she told the clerk to be sure that I left the store with at least seven pairs of panties for myself. The clerk picking out a bright red pair held it up to my blushing face see nice match for your complexion.

I returned home went out to get her bike fixed up. I called her and reported that I accomplished my shopping mission. I admitted that I was still in my boy clothes and she suggested that I get the lawn mowed before changing into my chore outfit.

Friday evening after dinner and a swim I helped Tina get ready for the next days adventure by trimming her bush and giving her a nice pedicure. She asked me if when I read the stories on the net about guys doing that whether I found it exciting. You know the poor wimp husband gets his wife all sexed upped for another guy with the hope that if he's lucky she'll return home with a well-fucked pussy. I said it was nice as a fantasy but I always had safe sex concerns about the reality. Well that's why you bought me condoms. She assured me that she would be cautious about exchanging body fluids with someone.

Before sending me to bed early she had me hold a vibrator so she could "practice" having a large penis in her mouth. "Just like riding a bike once you learn you know how do to it". She had rarely gone down on me. She explained that I was never macho or powerful enough for her to do it to me. "It is one of my fantasies to have this big macho guy make me get on my knees and please him before giving me a nice fuck". She explained to me. She put me to bed early so that my last night of freedom was long. She even started me off taking my penis she rubbed it over her neatly trimmed bush. Would you like to try giving me a nice satisfying fuck? I said sure please May I. Well you remember the deal if you come before I'm satiated when your chastity goes on it will stay on for six months.

Well maybe I better not I replied.

"So are you saying you don't want to fuck me"?

Well six months is a long time.

"But what am I going to do?"

Well I thought you were going to start dating.

"I am but I'm still married to you. Do you really want another man to take over this responsibility?"

Yes I understand you have needs that I can't fill so yes get a boyfriend.

Say Please!

Please Tina find a man who can give you the loving you need. It's fine with me I just want you to be happy. She was handling my cock throughout this conversation and some pre cum had discharged. She got up told me to wait and not play with myself till she returned. When she returned she had ice wrapped in a face cloth and iced me down. She explained that Lydsay suggested that my endurance could be developed if I was brought to the edge of Cumming and then iced down. That girl has a million tricks up her sleeve.

She pulled up the panties of my baby doll with the ice still in them.

Since you don't want to fuck me perhaps you would like to eat me out. I readily agreed. The ice slowly melted as I brought her to a number of orgasms. I know I had done a good job because 15 minutes into eating her out she through down the book she was reading and wrapped her thighs around my head.

After she went off to bed I changed the sheets and had a good jerk-off session with myself. SATURDAY

I brought her coffee in bed. She patted my prick and said you be a good boy now. Hopefully I'll see you in a week or so. I changed into my street clothes and waited for Lydsay to pick me up. She got there a little after nine, just as Tina was coming out of the shower in dressed in a nice top but with this pair of bike shorts on that left little to the imagination. They made arrangements that Tina would call at about 5p.m. or so and let us know how things were going. Lydsay was told to indulge herself at my expense and that I should indulge myself as well. By the way you will be turning over your ATM and credit cards so that I can guide you to financial maturity Tina announced.

Lydsay looked so hot. She had on this summer outfit of short shorts and halter that left her midriff exposed she had this sandals with a nice heel. Tina reminded me to be respectful and cooperative to her adding that once my chastity went on she would have a say as to when it came off. In fact if Lydsay wanted she could be my orgasm control manager. She seemed to be amused and happy with this little joke of Tina's. I had packed an overnight bag with a nightgown and a change of clothes in case things ended up working out that way.

It wasn't till we were walking to her car that she commented on the nice pink panties I was wearing as they could be seen through the white shorts I had on. Of course she didn't let me go back and change. We drove to Old Town and the shopping district where Eros was. Though a parking space was available right in front of the store she parked further down the street. I started to walk next to her up to the store. She very curtly explained that when we were out in public I should walk a few deferential steps behind her.

The woman who was running the store greeted her like a long lost relative. After some small talk and how have you been where have you been Debby asked what she could do for her. Well jimmy here needs a tube. We went to the back room for a fitting. Debby and Lydsay had a little joke about whether I wanted a permanent one or one that could be removed. When I was out of my shorts and panty Debby remarked probably a boy's medium or a men's small. The boy's medium ended up being the proper size. I had gotten hard and was iced down for the fitting. Debby explained that I should be grateful that I was just getting a simple tube. She showed me one device that regulated arousal by having a half of dozen pins sticking in. If aroused the pins did the trick of curbing desire.

Debby casually mentioned that putting super glue in the lock would make it permanent. Lydsay remarked that back in high school she use to tease the boys about super gluing it, but had never actually done it. Finished with my fitting and dressed again we browsed through the store. Debby showed this Dildo/harness set up that had become popular. It fit over the shoulders kind of like a bra. Where the dildo sat on the permister's chest and he could be ridden to ecstasy. I was fitted with one and Lydsay picked out a couple of dildos one for her and one for Tina.

We left the store. On the way home we stopped so she could do her grocery shopping. She explained what she looked for and liked as she expected me to learn to market for her.

The Past Comes Back To Haunt

We got to Lyndsay's apartment, which was in a small two family. Her landlady was out working in the yard when we pulled in. We recognized each other in the same instant.

She said what is he doing here? I really don't want him on my property. About 12 years ago Lauren and I had a brief fling. She ended it abruptly and I was a jerk about it. I had spent a month or two hassling her and trying to embarrass her. She threatened to get a court order and I came to my senses. We wearily eyed each other for a few years but basically kept a lot of space between us. We then fell out of the social circle and I had not seen her in like ten years.

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Total Submission

Local tennis championship was about to conclude. Match referee called," Advantage Mr. John" Stadium went silent. Monica's heart leapt like a frog. She could not resist and yelled ," Common John." All eyes including John's turned to her, and she blushed. Her husband Adam was surprised too. John managed a smile and readied himself to serve. He served an ace and the referee concluded the match, " Game, set ,and match Mr. John." Stadium Roared with applaud. But John's eyes were focused on the blond girl who was sitting in the fourth row. He removed his sweat soaked T-shirt and tossed it towards Monica. Monica stood up to catch it. She could immediately smell the male scent she wanted to for so long.

Monica was 22 years old. At 5-8, she had a dream figure and looked extremely attractive and sexy with flowing blond hair. She had a brief courtship with Adam, and both married a year ago. Adam was 6 feet tall, athletic young man of 24 and worked as an assistant in the Local tennis club, where local championships were being held. Adam knew John for last couple of years, though there was no formal relationship between them. Unknown to Monica, Adam himself was an admirer of John and used to peep on him in showers. He introduced Monica to the club and to tennis with the intention of spending more hours watching the players, which was his passion.

John was fast emerging as atop local player. He was young, only 21, but very talented. At 6-3, with a perfect players physique, muscular body and black hair, he had h huge fan following, mostly of girls, but he often kept to himself.

Adam changed his T-shirt and went into locker room for showers. Adam left Monica in stands and went behind John. He was determined for a closer encounter with John today. As he approached the lockers, he could literally smell John. Though Adam was deeply in love with Monica and both enjoyed a perfect sex life, but Adam liked variations, and Monica, luckily was not averse to it either.

Adam silently entered the showers and started changing the towels. He scanned the showers for John, and found one door half closed. As he tried to peep in, the door fell open and inside was John taking shower with his back to Adams. Adam was taken aback. He knew John was very handsome, but he could hardly believe he was so sexy even from behind. Adam's cock leapt forward and his throat went dry. Ho could only utter "Sorry." And as John turned, Adam almost fainted in disbelief. Hanging between the champion's legs was a limp piece of meat, almost 8 inches long and thick as his wrists. Adam had seen big cocks, but this was huge. And the rippling muscles added to the beauty of his pecker. Adam could hardly move his eyes and kept staring at John's. "My cock will look as a toy as compared to his," he thought, though he too was a decent 6" or so. By now, John had moved out of showers and was wiping his body with a towel, and had made no effort to conceal anything. Adam regained his composure and said, "Congratulations, you were great."

"Thanks," John replied.

"You have a great body, John," Adam tried to strike a conversation.

John moved closer to Adam. His deep eyes were penetrating Adam. He said in a stern voice "And why were you spying on me? I will have to report you"

"Sorry, I was just..."

"Shut up!" John shouted, "And who was the blond besides you in the stands" He had noticed!

"She's my wife, sir ," Adam said, "And she's your great fan"

"I want to meet her," John said in a commanding tone.

"But..."

"I want to meet her," John repeated.

"OK, Gladly," Adam had to agree.

In the evening, Adam and Monica arrived at John's Apartment. Both were a bit nervous but looked forward to the meeting. None of them had spoken to each other for a while. Their silence was as though approving of each other. Adam rang the doorbell. After a brief pause, the door opened and John welcomed them. He was wearing only boxers and looked very attractive to the guests. He had apparently worked out and sweat glistered all over him, making his muscles shine with slightest moments. "Make yourself comfortable," he said slowly soaking the sweat with his towel. Monica wanted to help him, but could not gather the courage to do so. But Adam quickly got up and said "may I?," and before getting the nod from John, proceeded to wipe him dry.

John was staring at Monica. He knew she would gladly oblige him. Without uttering a word, hr threw another towel towards her. She instantly got up and started drying his sweat soaked legs. As she proceeded upwards, she could clearly notice the bulge in John's boxers. She could not resist flicking her fingers over it, and John sighed. Meanwhile Adam was giving a soothing massage to John's back and the feel of his fabulous muscles was making him horny as hell.

Suddenly, John got up and kissed Monica full on her lips. He entered her mouth with his tongue and continued tasting her wet orifice. Her struggle was dying down as she too started melting. Adam watched, as he saw another man kissing his wife, and his cock jumped further forward.

Breaking the kiss, John now said in a cool voice, "I like to be the boss all the time and like others to obey me, no questions asked. If you two agree, you may stay, or else fuck off right now."

Both Adam and Monica stood silently, looking at each other. Monica's eyes glittered at the prospects of what may come their way if they accepted the 'offer'. Finally she spoke, "we agree Sir. Your wish will be our command, Sir."

"Is it so?" John asked

"Yes Sir," Adam now was almost anticipating something special.

"Monica, Strip for me," John said, settling on his couch.

Without any delay, Monica started removing her top. As it went over and off her head, John signaled Adam to come closer. "Lick me up a bit, I am feeling sweaty and humid," he commanded. Adam quickly started licking the hairy chest he so longed for. Meanwhile Monica continued the striptease and now stood only in a black-laced bra and panty. John casually lifted his arms and placed them behind his head. Adam took the clue and started licking the deep hairy, very sweaty pits. The male pungent ness of John drove Adam wild. He removed his shirt and jeans and was now in his boxers. Serving john was driving him crazy.

John signaled Monica close and slapped her bottoms several times, and said,' I told you to strip!"

Monica quickly removed the remaining clothes and now stood completely naked in front of a man she knew only remotely. She greedily looked at John's growing bulge. Meanwhile Adam continued tongue-bathing John. He licked every nook and corner of John's muscular body cleverly avoiding his excitement zones.

"Kneel," John frowned

Monica complied, kneeling in front of John. John took her erect nipples in his hand and squeezed then hard between his fingers. Monica whimpered as her flesh in John's hands burned and ached. John smiled. He looked at Adam who was still licking him, and ordered, "Strip." Adam removed the last remnants of his cloths and stood naked. John opened a drawer, took out a large butt plug, and smiled at Adam. "Bend over," he ordered. Adam quickly bend waist down. He anticipated what was about to come his way. A sharp pain and the butt plug was in its place.

"Monica needs her ass cleaned, Adam," John told him, pushing the plug deeper. Adam quickly knelt behind his nude wife and started licking the hole he so often had licked before. John just watched. After several minutes, he leaned forward, grabbed Monica's hair and pushed her head towards his bulge. Monica knew.

"Lick it bitch" John said. Monica started licking and feeling the hard on from above the wet boxers. Adam's tonguing her ass was driving her crazy. She was getting very hot indeed. She slipped one hand inside John's boxers and started feeling him. WHACK... John's hand came down on her pretty face sharply. "Have I told you to touch me bitch?" he growled. "Sorry," said Monica and continued to lick and kiss the cock she so desperately wanted only from above the fabric. John was growing fast. He was enjoying the play he was directing.

After a while, he got hold of Monica's hair and pushed her away. He then removed his boxers to give both Adam and Monica a glimpse of his beautiful cock. He then lay on the couch on his stomach and signaled Monica towards his ass. Monica quickly got in between his legs and started licking the sweat from his crack. John instructed Adam to massage his body. Monica was working deeper and deeper with her tongue. The male aroma and the muscularity of John's cock drove her crazy. She went still deeper. She could taste the puckered hole now, and John's cuckolds brownie. However, she did not care. She tried to get her tongue inside the puckered rear and got a nasty surprise. John held her head tight deep inside her crack by folding his legs above it and passed a gush of wind straight into her mouth. As Monica struggled, John giggled. Finally, he let her go and stood in front of her. He said to her in a commanding tone " I want a first class blow job. If I am not satisfied at any point of time, Adam gets punished. Ok? "

As Monica started licking the huge cock, John got Adam on all fours and sat down on a chair next to his. Whenever Monica's rhythm broke or she took even a second's rest, John would spank Adam hard on the butt plug, making her moan. John was mercilessly fucking Monica's mouth and was not letting her rest or slow down. His 9-inch long pole was sinking almost into her throat. He held her hair and ears alternately to make her try hard. He occasionally slapped Adam's ass.

As he neared his climax, he stood up and ordered Adam to lick his ass and balls. The couple dutifully started doing their jobs. Suddenly John tensed. He held Monika's head tightly near his crotch and emptied his balls into her mouth. Monica was surprised by shear power and quantity of John's ejeucalation. She however managed to swallow almost all of it without gagging. Adam quickly licked the few escaping drops.

"Good work," John finally said, patting both on their butts. "But this is just the beginning"

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The Temp


"Mr. Reynolds?"

I felt a sudden quickening of my heartbeat, as I realized my eyes had become fixated on her legs. My mind frantically searched for a way to escape the embarrassing moment, but no clever idea surfaced. Pretending that my thoughts had no relation to where my gaze had settled, I brought my hand to my chin in a clumsy attempt to strike a thoughtful pose.

"I'm sorry, Veronica. I... I was just considering whether I was forgetting anything. Did you have any questions you wanted to ask me?"

My regular secretary had been sent to a week-long training session to learn our new operations software system, and Veronica was my assigned temp. Her perfect body, now seated in the overstuffed chair facing my desk, was an embarrassing distraction, and each time she crossed her legs, her short dress hiked slightly higher up her exquisite thighs. Veronica's beauty was so striking, I found myself unable to concentrate on anything else while in her presence, and my normally focused, level-headed mind was suddenly reduced to that of a horny schoolboy staring at the picture of a Playboy model.

Our eyes were locked on each other's as I waited for her reply. Thankfully, my desk concealed my raging hard on, but in that frozen moment, I suspected she knew exactly what my mind was focused on. How pitiful that a 45-year old married man should do such a poor job of concealing his lust for this 27-year old beauty.

Her stare was intense. Was she going to respond to my question? Was she trying to read my mind? Was she waiting for me to apologize for staring at her legs? Or was she sending me a message that I ought to be ashamed of myself for fantasizing about her? My discomfort was punctuated by a knot in my stomach, and it occurred to me that, ironically, this young woman seemed to be in complete control, not nervous or uncomfortable at all. One thing I certainly didn't anticipate was that she could see something in me I had never seen in myself.

"Mr. Reynolds, could I ask you a big favor? I have this sudden pain at the base of my neck. Would you mind very much massaging it for a moment?" It was an innocent question, asked sincerely, and I immediately felt a sense of relief.

"Oh, of course. I don't mind at all." I spun my chair around before I stood up, so that I could discreetly adjust myself and appear presentable. Then I walked around behind her, and gently placed my hands on her neck and shoulders, kneading her soft skin. I inhaled her intoxicating perfume as I gazed down over her shoulders, an angle that revealed most of her perfect breasts. I felt a renewed surge of red in my already aching cock.

"Does that help?" I managed to ask.

"Yes, that's perfect," she purred. I wondered how long I could continue to do this without it becoming unseemly. Or was it unseemly already?

She had been twirling her pen slowly between three fingers, when it slipped out of her hand, and fell to the floor by her left foot. Instinctively, I moved around the chair to her left, and bent to pick it up. As I kneeled and grasped the pen, her left foot quickly shifted and landed next to my hand, stepping on the part of the pen not covered by my hand, and preventing me from picking it up. Was it an accident, or was I aware of her applying pressure with her foot?

The moment was suddenly very awkward. There I was, on my knees beside her, with my face uncomfortably close to her left leg. Was it possible she didn't realize what she had done, and that my hand was pinned under the pen? Each second that ticked by made the moment even more awkward. I had to do something quickly; either extract my grasp from around the pen, or point out that she needed to move her foot.

Instead, for some unknown reamister, I did nothing. I held my position, hand around the pen, soaking in my close up view of the legs that had me so entranced. As the seconds continued to tick by, I became increasingly embarrassed, yet I couldn't summon the will to extricate myself from the situation. After what felt like an eternity, she spoke. "You know, Mr. Reynolds, my feet are awfully sore as well."

In my frozen state, I saw her tilt her right foot up and press the heel of her shoe down into the carpet, slipping the shoe off her foot. She then lifted her right foot and angled it over her left leg towards me. She brought her right ankle to rest on her left thigh, and began to slide her foot in my direction. What was she doing? And why did I do nothing as her foot edged closer, seemingly helpless to prevent what was about to happen?

She pressed the bottom of her foot to my face, covering my mouth, and powering me to breathe through my nose, smelling the pungent odor of feet that have been encased in shoes much of the day.

"Don't you think sore feet deserve some attention too, Mr. Reynolds?"

My mind was racing. There was nothing sexy about smelly feet, yet my cock felt like it was about to explode through my pants. As she pushed her foot harder against my face, I found myself pressing my face back against her foot and inhaling deeply.

"Yes, I see you agree," she continued. "Some kisses would be nice." And like an obedient and grateful servant, I began to shower her foot with kisses.

Suddenly, she pulled her foot away and stood up, slipping her shoe back on, and leaving me on my knees, staring at the floor and feeling like an absolute idiot.

"Veronica, I..." I began, not knowing how I would finish the sentence. But, she cut me off, gripping my hair in her hand, and tilting my head back so I was powerd to look up at her.

"I think Ms. Harper would be more appropriate, don't you think so... Jack?" There was a deafening silence.

"Yes, Ms. Harper," I meekly replied. She released her grip, and my gaze returned to the floor.

"I think that's enough for today, Jack. I'm going to take the rest of the afternoon off, but I will so look forward to seeing what tomorrow brings. Can you think of an appropriate way to say goodbye to me, Jack?"

I was breathing heavily, almost panting from my heightened state of arousal, yet feeling somewhat numb at the same time. I didn't understand what was happening, but clearly an exchange of power had taken place. My own actions had put me on the losing end of this exchange, as I was unable to resist this dominating beauty.

Her power had triggered something deep inside my core. Instead of feeling outraged by her behavior, being humiliated by her had suddenly become a kind of reward that I desperately craved. I lowered my face to the floor and kissed her shoe-clad feet. She let me continue for several minutes, perhaps making sure I wouldn't stop until she told me to.

"That's lovely, Jack. See you tomorrow." And in the midst of my adoration, she turned and walked out of my office, leaving me on floor, cock throbbing, wondering how this encounter would change my life.

The Temp" deals with a man's permisteral dilemma as the arrival of a new secretary awakens him to his fetish. I hope you will read Chapter 1 first to best understand the evolution of that process (if you're into that kind of thing).

I didn’t relax well that night. The odd scene that had taken place earlier in the day replayed itself over and over in my head. And each and every time I relived the event, my breathing became short and my cock became hard. Veronica’s first day on the job had proven to be the most unsettling day of my life. Nothing I had previously experienced or even imagined had prepared me for my reaction to her manipulation. And while it had all happened in a brief and surreal few minutes, my entire physical being had been affected in a way that I knew the coming days could be potentially devastating. I felt tremendous guilt, and wondered if my wife could sense my agitation.

In the morning, the anticipation was almost unbearable. From the moment I awoke, through my drive to work, and even as I tried to concentrate on the business papers I read at my desk, my inability to get Veronica out of my mind was underscored by an erection that would not go away. Her parting words from the day before left no doubt that yesterday’s encounter was not an aberration. She was going to expect to pick up where we left off, but I couldn’t conceive of where that would lead. What would her expectations be, and what would my reaction be? Though I could not deny the thrill I had experienced, I feared for the self-destructive harm that my disquietingly absent will power might cause.

For my own sanity, I needed to regain control. I had to summon the strength to tell her that I had no idea why I did what I did, but I would not allow it to happen again. Suddenly, the door opened and into my office strode Veronica. She closed the door behind her and walked confidently toward my desk. My eyes quickly scanned her body, taking in the tight-fitting black top that accentuated her pert breasts and slender waist, the short purple leather skirt that showed off those magnificent legs, and open-toe high-heeled shoes.

“Good morning, Jack” she exclaimed exuberantly. “What a beautiful day, don’t you think?” She reached the middle of my desk, turned and hopped up onto it, her legs dangling over the side. She twisted her upper body towards me, leaning on her extended hand.

“Have you been thinking about me?” she asked coyly.

I took a deep breath. “Veronica, listen, yesterday was… strange, and, well, I’d like to put it behind us, try to forget about it, and just focus on what you’re here to do, and… and get some work done today.”

“Oh, Jack,” she sighed. In an instant, her mood turned serious, and her penetrating eyes gripped me like a vise. “You disappoint me. I thought you had learned an important lesmister yesterday.”

She pulled her legs up and quickly spun around towards me, placing both shoes firmly onto my chest. Her heels dug into me just below my ribcage, and I hunched forward slightly in pain. Again, I was stunned by her actions, and again, red surged through my cock. I looked down to avert her eyes, and my lowered gaze fell upon the opening between her legs. With her legs pressing straight ahead into my chest, bent slightly at the knees, I had an unobstructed and close up view of her black thong underwear. My already conflicted thoughts became jumred, and my determination melted away.

“First of all,” she continued, “I told you to address me as Ms. Harper. I do not expect to have to tell you again. And from now on, when I come in each morning, you will get down on your knees and you will kiss my feet before you speak to me.”

She lifted her right foot off my chest, and brought the sole of her shoe to rest on my forehead. I was like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in position.

“You may acknowledge that you understand these instructions by opening your mouth, and sucking on my heel.”

The words rang in my head. ‘Acknowledge that you understand.’ My secretary had just given me orders to humiliate myself before her on a daily basis, and she was not even concerned that I might not agree to it! It was a fait accompli in her mind, and she merely wanted confirmation that I understood the new rules. She saw nothing the least bit outrageous in demanding that I take her filthy shoe heel into my mouth.

The moment brought me to a new crossroad. Could I fight my apparent longing to submit to her? Had my demanding cock drained every last ounce of red from my brain? I noticed that my line of vision was almost entirely blocked by the bottom of her shoe resting on my face, and I realized that, again, my own inaction spoke for itself, and gave me the one answer I was afraid of.

I opened my mouth, and she inserted her heel.

“That’s better,” she continued. “You may suck while you listen.”

My mouth closed around her heel, and I mindlessly sucked as she explained our new reality.

“From now on, I expect my instructions to be obeyed without hesitation. I understand that this is all new to you, but I will not continue to be so patient with your indecision and slow responses. The work that you were expecting me to do for this job you will do yourself. For the remainder of the week, I will come and go as I please, and you will attend to my needs as I instruct you.”

She removed her heel from my mouth, returning her foot to my chest, and as our eyes met again, I felt a growing desperation inside me.

“Is that clear?”

“Yes, Ms. Harper,” I confessed, the words pouring from my mouth in a bizarre combination of both relief and panic.

She spun around, climbed off my desk, and sat down in the chair facing me.

“Good. Now, Jack, I would like you to come and kneel before me, and apologize for being so slow, and beg me to give you another chance. Oh, and Jack… I want you to be naked when you do it.”

She leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs. We had reached another crossroad. Up until this moment, my acts of presentation, though degrading, had been motivated by the resulting inexplicable, yet intense thrill. But these thrills had come at a seemingly low risk. Now I was being told to remove my clothes in my office during a work day. And while my colleagues always knocked on my door before entering, some would typically knock and then enter immediately, anticipating my positive response. Being naked in front of my secretary would surely lead to my quick dismissal. My red, which was pumping fast before, was now a bubbling cauldron.

“What if someone should walk in while I’m… I’m…?”

I couldn’t believe what I was saying! What in the world was compelling me to do this? I felt like I was having an out of body experience, merely an observer to the scene, hearing someone else responding to her on my behalf.

“Jack… you’re hesitating again.” She stood up, glaring at me with a fierce look of anger. She was suddenly a Goddess exerting her authority over me. “Strip! Now!”

I jumped to my feet in response to her command, and we stood eye to eye with only my desk separating us. At first, my hands moved slowly to my shirt buttons as I tried to understand my throbbing cock and rationalize the risk. What were the odds of someone actually discovering us? People didn’t walk into my office that often. As I removed my shirt and felt the cool air on my bare chest, I realized that Veronica’s latest demand, even more humiliating than the others, had also increased the level of my excitement. My heart raced faster, and I began to feverishly work at undoing my belt, then pulling off my shoes, socks and pants, as she stood silently watching me.

Finally, I stood only in my briefs, the head of my cock protruding out of the top, straining to push the waistband away from my stomach. Veronica sat back down.

“Naked. And on your knees.”

I removed my briefs, standing totally naked before her, and in spite of the incredible adrenaline rush, I suddenly felt deeply embarrassed and slightly queasy. Still, I dropped to my knees and crawled to her.

“Kiss my feet, and then speak.”

I bent forward, which powerd my ass humbly upwards, and I kissed both her feet passionately. I then sat up, but kept my eyes looking down. I couldn’t imagine where my words were coming from.

“Please forgive me, Ms. Harper, for being so slow to follow your instructions. And please give me another chance to prove my obedience.”

She extended her right foot, and pressed her shoe powerfully against my cock. I closed my eyes in a strange ecstatic agony.

“You do want to obey me, don’t you, Jack?” she asked softly, pressing harder.

“Yes, Ms. Harper.”

“Yes, I believe you do. Then I shall give you another chance.” She pulled back her foot, and I lowered myself to again kiss her feet.

“Thank you, Ms. Harper.”

She stood and looked down at me.

“Oh, and Jack, one more thing. No more jerking off unless I give you permission. Serving me means that you give up control of your cock, and from now on you may cum only if I allow it. Understood?”

It was her first reference to anything specifically sexual, and hearing those words took me to an even higher, more euphoric state of arousal.

“Yes, Ms. Harper,” I groaned as I continued to kiss her feet.

Veronica then told me she was leaving to take care of some permisteral business. She seemed to enjoy brushing my face aside, apparently savoring the image of walking away while my face was pressed to her feet. She crossed my office and walked out, leaving the door wide open for anyone passing by to look in as I crouched naked behind the chair.

Frantic, and praying I was picking a safe moment, I dashed across my office, scooped up my clothes, and darted behind my desk. My thoughts quickly shifted to the sobering realization of what had just happened, and that I was now hiding naked behind my desk, trying to get dressed before anyone walked in. While Veronica had been in the room, I was unable to think rationally. The desire to do her bidding was like a narcotic. But now, the stupidity and shame of my behavior was all I could think about. I finished dressing and tried in vain to focus on my work.

I could not help anticipating her return all afternoon, my cock leaping to attention each time I thought about it, but she did not reappear. I called my wife to explain that I would be home late due to my heavy workload. In reality, I only needed to stay late in order to handle the work that Veronica was supposed to be doing.

And in doing her work, I realized that her control over me now extended beyond those moments that she was giving me direct commands. Later that night, the quiet drive home was offset by the screaming in my head. The disturbing reflections of my presentation brought both an awareness that I was incapable of resisting her domination, and a frightening recognition that I desperately yearned for more.

The Temp follows a married man's psychological journey engendered by his secretary's domination, and for coherency, it is suggested that earlier chapters be read first.

On my way to work Wednesday morning, I confronted an unsettling truth: Not only had my resistance to Veronica’s domination been futile, I no longer wanted to even try to resist. Strong feelings of guilt had been usurped by the powerfully erotic thrill that came from my presentation. The arousal was so intense, the desire to serve her so overwhelming, that the recurring images of my humiliating behavior were keeping me in a state of almost perpetual erection. And each time I considered satisfying my ever-present need for release, recalling Veronica’s voice forbidding me to do so acted like a have that kept me under her control, and left me even more stimulated.

Oddly, even though my thoughts about Veronica were so sexually charged, completely absent from those thoughts was the obvious and normal desire to make love to her. My obsession with Veronica focused solely on the bizarre turn-on I felt when degraded by her. In fact, my passionate love and desire for my wife had not diminished in any way. Yet, something compelled me to obey Veronica’s demand that I receive her permission before release, so Tuesday night I had avoided making love to my wife. It proved in no uncertain terms that Veronica had become a very dangerous presence in my life.

Work was piled at my desk, but I could do nothing except think about Veronica’s pending arrival, and the excitement that greeting her in the prescribed manner would bring. At 10:30, she finally appeared. Today dressed casually in workout attire, Veronica took just two steps into my office and then stopped, leaving the door open. It was clearly a test, for whatever I did would be seen by anyone passing by. But this time, I didn’t care about any possible repercussions. Countless hours of desperate throbbing in my painfully swollen cock had overridden any need for security or decorum.

I rose and almost ran to her, too embarrassed to look her in the eyes, but ecstatic to drop to my knees and shower her sneaker-clad feet with kisses. She was not at all surprised.

“That’s just lovely, Jack. I’m happy to see you too.”

She swung the door closed and walked passed me, but instead of stopping at her usual chair, she continued around my desk, sat down in my seat, and put her feet up.

“Oh, that feels good. I’ve been jogging for over an hour, Jack, and my feet could really use some attention.”

I rose and approached my desk. As I did, she pointed to the floor next to her.

“Come here, beside me,” she instructed.

I walked around my desk and knelt before her. She swung her legs off the desk, bringing one sneaker down on my thigh, and the other leg to rest on my shoulder. I untied the laces of the sneaker in front of me, removed it from her foot, and then removed her sock. The odor from her foot and the sweaty sneaker brought me back to our first encounter only two days before. So much had changed in 48 hours. I began to massage her foot, but she lifted her leg, and brought the bottom of her foot up to my face. I took a deep breath through my nose as I kissed the sole of her foot. The smell accentuated the depravity of the moment, and inspired my cock to try to exceed its already achieved maximum size. Although I still didn’t understand why my body responded in that way, the pleasure was undeniable.

“You should have been born in ancient times, Jack. You would have made such a good slave.” She rubbed her foot across my face. “You wish you could be my slave, don’t you Jack?”

“Yes, Ms. Harper.”

She lowered her foot and allowed me to continue the massage. After several minutes, she switched the position of her legs, and I removed her other sneaker. Again, she placed her sole against my face and let it linger there, watching with satisfied amusement as I passionately caressed her aromatic foot. Eventually, Veronica withdrew her foot, interrupting my worship.

“Jack, I have a problem for you to solve. I need to go to the bathroom now, but I don’t want to put my sweaty socks and sneakers back on. And I don’t want to walk down the hall and into the bathroom in bare feet. So what am I to do?”

“About going to the bathroom?”

“Yes, Jack. I have to pee. What are you going to do so I don’t have to make the trip down the hall?”

I looked around my office for something that might do the job. There, on a shelf, was an engraved silver Revere bowl I had been given in recognition of my team’s first place finish in a sales competition. I offered Veronica the bowl.

“Wonderful Jack. That will do just fine. Now go fetch it for me, and then turn your back to give me some privacy.”

I retrieved the bowl, and turned my back to her as instructed. As I heard the rustling of her clothing behind me, I thought about her reference to my being her slave. It was now clear that Veronica had no desire for me other than as a toy for her entertainment. But frighteningly, that is exactly what I craved. Now, having assigned me to slave status, she apparently felt I did not deserve to even view her in her current state of partial nudity.

I heard the unmistakable sound of her pee hitting the silver bowl; a steady stream that continued for about 15 seconds, followed by a few additional short squirts. How symbolic that this silver trophy marking my success had been reduced to serving as a receptacle for her piss. I heard her pull up her pants and sit back down in the chair.

“You may return to your position, Jack.”

I turned to kneel again, and I saw that she had set the bowl on the floor between her feet. I offered to remove it, but she told me that I’d have a chance to empty it later. As I knelt, she brought her legs up to rest on my shoulders again.

“You did very well coming up with the bowl idea, Jack. I feel much better now. But I’m afraid disposing of my pee presents you with a new problem. If you carry it down the hall to the bathroom, you’ll never be able to get passed the secretaries. They would certainly wonder why you’re carrying your silver bowl so carefully, and stop you to see what was in it. I can just see you trying to explain walking around with a bowl full of piss. And you can’t wait until everyone’s gone at the end of the day, because by then it will have such a rancid smell. You can’t have your office smelling like a public bathroom, now can you? No, Jack, you’ll have to think of something else.”

I looked around my office for inspiration, but there was no place to empty the bowl. Even my office windows were sealed. She leaned forward in her chair, which shifted more weight to her legs resting on my shoulders, and powerd my upper body lower.

“That’s the challenge, Jack. How are you going to get rid of my pee?”

Even as I bent forward, I continued to try to look around for ideas. But Veronica began to fold her legs inward, crossing them and applying pressure with her calves to the back of my head, powering it to tilt downward, and bringing the bowl below me into view.

“You’re not focusing, Jack. What can you do with it?”

She leaned in closer, adding more power from her legs, and my upper body continued to drop lower. The bowl was about a foot below my face when I suddenly felt her hands on the back of my head. Veronica leaned in and whispered as she pushed my head lower.

“How will you get rid of my piss, Jack?”

Instinctively, I tried to counter her pressure, but my neck muscles were no match for her arm strength. She powerd my head down until it reached the top of the bowl, my face now so close to the bowl’s contents that my breathing created ripples. Her own idea for how I could dispose of her pee required no further articulation. As she held my head in place at the bowl’s surface, I felt my heart racing, and I silently cursed the strange obsession that had both led me to this predicament, and even now prevented me from getting up. I knew what she wanted me to say, and my conspiring cock insisted that I not defy her.

“What could you do, Jack?” she taunted again, and I muttered my reply into the bowl.

“I could take it.”

“Ooooh. Would you like to take my piss, Jack?”

“No.”

“But you will take it if I tell you to, won’t you Jack?”

What had happened to me? How could even this disgusting proposition turn me on? I tried one more time to summon the strength to resist. Veronica sensed my moment of hesitation, and knew exactly how to zero in for the *******.

“In fact, you’d love it if I made you take it, wouldn’t you Jack?”

“No,” I whispered, knowing I was lying.

“You even wish I’d make you beg to take it, don’t you Jack?”

Each taunt sent an explosive shock wave through my cock. I could do nothing to stop this nightmare because every erotic fiber of my being was feeding off this offense.

“Don’t you want to have to beg me to take it, Jack?”

“Yes.”

“Go ahead, Jack… Beg me.”

“Please…” I began, almost crying into the bowl.

“Please what, Jack?”

“Please let me take your piss.”

“You want to be my permisteral toilet, Jack?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, Jack. You may take my pee, but only if you take every last drop.”

I lowered my face into the bowl, and began to lap up her pee the way a dog takes water from its dish. All of my senses were on overload: The smell, the taste, the offense, the excruciating ache in my rigid cock. All had combined to bring me to a mental and physical place I had never been before. Blood was surging through my cock under such pressure, it felt as if it could literally explode. I continued to take until I drained the bowl, and when it was empty, I licked the bottom.

Panting, I finally stopped and stared into the empty bowl, too embarrassed and shaken to look up. There was no pride in my accomplishment, only shame. But even shame took a back seat to my all-consuming need for release. I was desperate for her permission, because in my mind, Veronica did now control my cock. I had just consumed a bowl of her piss to prove it.

“Please, Ms. Harper,” I whispered.

“What is it, Jack?”

“I need to cum. I can’t bear how much it hurts.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Jack. Stand up and lower your pants, so I can see your poor cock. I have a reward for you for being such a good boy.”

A ray of hope flashed through my pounding head. At last, she was going to take pity on me and grant me that tiny push needed to send me over the edge. Quickly, I was standing with my cock free and jutting toward her, more painfully engorged than it had ever been. Veronica reached into her bag, and pulled out a short plastic strap.

“This is just like a hospital wrist band, Jack. But, I like to call it a cock collar, because this one doesn’t go around your wrist. And Jack, you had better not cum while I’m putting this on you.”

Veronica edged forward in the chair, and guided the strap from under my balls to around the top of the base of my cock. The light touch of her fingers on my over-stimulated cock was easily enough to get me off, but I focused all my energy on fighting the urge. She tightened the band, which squeezed the underside of my sac and powerd my balls up and forward. My teeth clenched as I felt that pre-ejaculation sensation. Veronica locked the band in position as I remained at the brink, and she sat back in her chair while my cock bobbed in the air, anticipating the eruption that had been denied.

“That name tag is your reward, Jack. But instead of your name, it reads ‘Property of Ms. Harper’. Now you have a constant, physical reminder that your cock belongs to me.”

“But, I…?”

“Oh, I know. You thought I was going to let you cum? You’ve been good today Jack, but you still haven’t earned that privilege. As my slave, you must learn self-control. Now, go ahead and pull up your pants.”

Defeated, yet stimulated by her calling me her slave, I did as I was told, adjusting to the sensation of the plastic band wrapped securely around my cock and balls. She’d pulled it so tight that even if I wasn’t hard, there would be no way to slip the band off. I began to think about the implications of my new identification tag. How could I possibly hide this from my wife? Veronica, meanwhile, happily made those implications perfectly clear.

“You realize that just like a hospital bracelet, the only way to remove it is to cut it off.”

She stood up, and leaned in closely towards me.

“But, I know you won’t cut it off, Jack… because you want to be branded as my slave.”

She moved her body up against mine, her lips whispering directly into my ear.

“You want it so badly; you’ll even risk your wife discovering my name tag on you.”

Veronica suddenly grabbed my cock through my pants, and held it tightly. I shut my eyes and gnashed my teeth, frantically fighting off the driving urge to cum right at that moment. She continued in a soft voice.

“You have such wonderful slave potential. Perhaps tomorrow you’ll earn the privilege of cumming for me.”

I was completely at her mercy. The combination of her touch, her scent, her breath on my ear, and the stimulating words she spoke, all conspired to leave me weak in the knees. Veronica stepped back to retrieve her bag, while I continued to stand with my eyes closed, slowly regaining control. I heard the door open, and as I opened my eyes and looked over, I saw Veronica walk out.

I picked up the silver bowl that I had licked clean, and returned it to its former place of honor. Each step I took generated a sensation in my groin as my underwear brushed against my pushed up balls, and the edges of the strap dug into my skin. The friction powerd me to pause every few steps, just to keep myself from going over the edge.

I had become the stereotypical male who lets his cock do his thinking, and now Veronica’s ownership collar, both literally and figuratively, had me by the balls. I had willingly become her slave, and every movement I made was a reminder of that fact. I was sinking deeper into an abyss, with seemingly no control over my freefall.

My mind was plagued with a devastating dilemma. Even as I felt almost physically sick at the thought that my actions could destroy my marriage, my body still insisted that I obey Veronica’s commands. I plotted how to keep the property tag private, and how to make it through the night without cumming. I was miserable, and yet my misery was not sufficient motivation to cut off the strap and end my suffering. I could only wait helplessly, and wonder how I would survive what laid ahead.

Jack and Veronica's journey ends here. Please note this concluding chapter will have much more meaning if you have read the preceding chapters. Thank you to all for your past and future feedback.

I was beginning to feel schizophrenic. My mood was swinging violently from euphoric arousal to apocalyptic depression. I could close my eyes, and images of my presentation to Veronica would send me into an extended state of erotic bliss, with every microbe of my being focused on the pleasure emanating from my perpetually pulsing cock. Then, fear and depression would take hold, and I'd suddenly find myself thinking about the man who confesses that he lost his home and business due to his gambling compulsion, or the man who couldn't overcome his takeing problem until after he ruined his marriage. And I wondered if that man was me.

Was I that far gone? Could I permit my behavior to become that self-destructive? A reality carbonsmudgeck did nothing to allay my fear. At that very moment, while lying in my bed next to my wife, the identification strap which read "property of Ms. Harper" was locked securely around my cock and balls. All it would take to be discovered was for my wife to decide that she wanted to play, and reach out for my cock.

Veronica's words played over and over in my head. "You want to be my slave so badly that you'll even risk your wife discovering it." How could it be true? And yet, there I was putting my marriage at risk just to satisfy this inexplicable sexual desire. A previously intelligent, cautious man, I was now making life decisions based solely on the needs of my cock, a cock controlled by the euphoric sensation that came from doing Veronica's bidding.

And if, in fact, I was truly at Veronica's mercy, what then? Would there be no demand I could refuse? No indignity I wouldn't suffer? Would my desperate need to be her slave, actually lead me to ruin? Those were the questions that offset the thrill, and swung my mental pendulum back to depression.

That depression was reinpowerd on Thursday when Veronica never showed up for work. I could barely focus on my job, and knew that the quality of my work was suffering. In addition, I continued to do all of Veronica's work so nobody would become suspicious about her absence. By 5:00, I knew I'd have to stay late to get the essentials taken care of, and I called my wife to advise her of my timing.

"What do you mean you have to work late tonight?"

I was taken aback by the question. My wife knew I only worked late when I had to, and she had never questioned my doing so in the past.

"I've got all this work that has to get done," I began to explain, but she cut me off.

"No, I don't mean that. Did you forget that Veronica is coming for dinner tonight?"

My heart stopped, and my mouth literally fell open. A thousand questions raced through my mind. What in the world was she talking about? Veronica coming to dinner?!? Though my wife knew I had a temp this week, I was absolutely sure that I had never even mentioned Veronica by name. But there was no other Veronica she could be talking about. What did my wife know? The seconds were ticking by, and I had to say something.

"What?" was all I could manage.

"You've got some explaining to do, Jack. Such as why you felt the need to invite this temp to our home for dinner? And how you could forget to tell me about it, so now I've got almost no time to get everything ready? And don't tell me now that you're coming home late. She's going to be here at 6:00, and I have absolutely no interest in entertaining her by myself."

"Hon, I'm sorry. I must have forgotten. You, uh, spoke with her?"

"Fortunately, yes. If she hadn't called to ask me what she could bring, I would have been totally unprepared. I must have sounded like an idiot not knowing that she was going to be our guest this evening, but she was very sweet about it. So finish up, and get home pronto, okay?"

"Right. Sure. Sorry."

I hung up the phone, and felt suddenly nauseous. Everything was spiraling out of control. I had no way to contact Veronica to dissuade her from following through with her plan, whatever it was. In one hour she would be in my home, talking to my wife about who knows what? As I frantically considered my options, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Jack, I'm so sorry I couldn't make it to work today."

"Veronica, what the hell are you doing? Why did you call my wife and invite yourself to dinner?"

"I understand you're surprised, Jack, so I'm going to be extremely generous and ignore that rude outburst. I invited myself to dinner because I decided it would be fun to sit next to your wife while picturing you worshipping me. And you want me to have fun, right Jack? You want to do whatever makes me happy, don't you Jack?

"Veronica, please."

"Remember your place, Jack. And let me hear you beg."

"Ms. Harper, please. I'll do anything you ask, just please don't bring my wife into this."

"Mmm. Sorry Jack. Your wife is already expecting me, and I don't want to be impolite. I just called to give you a word of warning: If you want things to go well tonight, do not remove your property collar. Understand?"

"Please don't do this."

"If you're very good, you may even get to cum. See you in an hour, Jack."

And with that, she hung up. I put down the phone and sat there in a stupor. What could I do? I looked down at the bulge in my crotch, picturing Veronica's property tag inside my pants. Her words stimulated and horrified me at the same time. How could I go home still wearing it under these circumstances? And yet, if I didn't do as Veronica instructed, she'd made it clear I would regret it. I had to leave it on, and pray that Veronica did not betray me. And, I had to leave immediately if there was any hope of getting home before Veronica got there.

The anxiety during my drive home was palpable. I was already sweating just from the anticipation of the encounter; how would I possibly survive this evening with my world intact? I felt a flicker of understanding for people who are driven to extreme measures out of desperation. I needed to do something to make this nightmare go away. But all I could do was tell myself over and over what a jerk I was for digging my own grave.

When I arrived home, the absence of an unfamiliar car in front of the house provided a moment of relief. At least I would be present to hear anything that Veronica said to my wife. But even that miniscule consolation soon disappeared as our doorbell rang moments after I got inside the house. My wife was busy in the kitcarbonsmudgen, and I called out that I would get the door.

My already heightened apprehension skyrocketed when I opened the door and saw Veronica. She was dressed in a short black leather skirt, a black leather top accented with silver studs, and calf high, stiletto heel boots. I almost wished for a heart attack to put me out of my misery. Veronica looked at me and didn't move.

"The usual rules still apply, Jack", she said, extending her right foot forward slightly.

"Please, Veronica" I begged.

"All the rules, Jack, and be grateful I don't insist you call me Mistress."

"Yes, Ms. Harper."

I glanced back at the kitcarbonsmudgen doorway, knowing my wife would walk through it at any moment, and as quickly as I could, I dropped to my knees and kissed Veronica's boots. With my heart pounding, I rose to my feet just as my wife emerged from the kitcarbonsmudgen. Veronica walked through the entranceway, and as I closed the door behind her, I sensed that I had just permitted the devil into my home.

"Diane, this is Ms. Harper," I said, and as soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realized how ridiculous they sounded. My wife noticed also.

"Hello. Nice to meet you. It's Veronica, right?"

"Yes. Jack is always so formal at the office, but I think it's sweet that he calls me Ms. Harper. So many bosses have no respect for their secretaries. But Jack really knows the meaning of respect."

I had no doubt that Diane was shocked by Veronica's attire, but she hid it admirably. I offered to pour takes, and Diane said she had more preparations to tend to. We left Veronica in the living room and slipped into the kitcarbonsmudgen. As I opened a bottle of wine, and Diane stood at the stove, her curiosity could no longer be contained.

"So, does she dress that way at work?"

I chuckled to indicate I shared her surprise at Veronica's attire.

"No, it must just be her thing, you know, on a social level.

"She's quite striking, Jack. You never mentioned that your temp looks like Claudia Schiffer. You're lucky that I know you don't choose your own secretary."

"Funny. Well, you can rest comfortably knowing tomorrow is her last day."

I gave Diane her glass of wine and headed back to Veronica. She was seated comfortably, leaning back in our leather recliner with the footrest extended. In addition to her natural beauty, something about her leather outfit in the leather chair, contrasted by her bare thighs, was especially sexy, and as I handed her the glass, I was already hard.

"Show me your collar."

"Veronica. Ms. Harper, please" I whispered.

"I told you I wanted to have fun, Jack. And making you squirm for me is fun. Now show me you're still wearing my name tag."

I glanced quickly at the kitcarbonsmudgen door, and then stepped back into the hallway, where Veronica could still see me, but where I'd be out of my wife's sightline if she should suddenly walk in. I undid my belt, lowered my pants, and exposed myself, property tag and all, to Veronica.

"Very good, Jack. Now come remove my boots and suck on my toes."

My nightmare was intensifying. Veronica knew I couldn't refuse her commands, because doing so would encourage her to reveal everything to Diane. Yet she was putting me at tremendous risk by demanding I submit to her in my own home, virtually in my wife's presence.

"And don't whine each time I tell you to do something, because I'm not going to give you a second chance. Now, come and serve your Mistress, slave."

And that was it. She had summed up my situation in one tidy sentence. Veronica knew I was going to serve her as she ordered me to. Though I loved only my wife, at the same time I was Veronica's slave, and my near bursting cock gave me no hope that I could refuse her.

I hurried to Veronica, removed her boots, and knelt down with my back to the kitcarbonsmudgen. I lowered my head and sucked her toes, knowing that any second Diane could walk in. The scent of her feet made my head swoon, and was almost enough to transport me away from the horrifying reality of the scene. But not quite. I finished giving each toe individual attention as quickly as I could and stood up, retreating backwards into the hallway as I heard my wife enter the room.

I powerd my rigid cock back into my pants and quietly zipped my fly as Diane sat down on the sofa at the end farthest from Veronica. The bulge in my pants was impossible to hide, so I made sure to turn with my back towards Diane when I walked past her. I sat beside her on the sofa and quickly crossed my legs to hide my bulge. With the footrest of the easy chair extended, Veronica's feet were only about two feet from my end of the sofa, and pointed directly at us. She began to wiggle her toes deliberately.

"Diane, I hope you don't mind my taking off my boots. My feet were suddenly feeling very cramped."

"No, that's perfectly okay. No reamister why you should suffer."

"Thanks. Because, you know, some people might find it rude... especially if they were smelly. But, I don't think mine are smelly, do you Jack?"

My body tensed as I confronted the absurd question. What did she think I would do, bend forward and smell them? I glanced over at Diane, who stared at me with a blank, slightly quizzical expression.

"Well," I chuckled. "I certainly don't smell them from here."

"That's good. Although, and excuse me if this sounds crude, there are some people who are turned on by feet, even smelly feet."

"Oh, sure, foot fetishists," I quickly interjected, hoping my comment would break Veronica's monologue and allow me to change the subject, but she lifted one leg up about 6" off the footrest, stared admiringly at her own foot, and continued.

"I dated a man once who loved to worship my feet. Isn't that wild, Diane?"

"Yes. But you do have lovely feet Veronica, so it's not so unbelievable. Mine are not nearly as attractive."

"Oh, I'm sure you're just being kind. You mean Jack's never showed any interest in your feet?"

I had to try again to stop where this was going.

"Veronica, I don't know that this is such an appropriate topic of conversation."

"Oh, I know Jack, but after all, tomorrow's my last day working for you, so it's not really like a coworker is asking such a permisteral question. I just happen to enjoy learning about what turns people on. I'm sorry if I offended you Diane."

"No," Diane replied, somewhat taken aback, but surprisingly interested in the direction of the conversation. "You didn't. And it certainly does make for more interesting talk than the weather!"

"Oh, I'm so glad you feel that way."

"If you don't mind my saying so, Veronica, it looks from the way you dress that you like men to notice you in that "worship" sort of way."

I was shocked to see Diane pick up Veronica's lead and run with it. We never discussed anything remotely sexually related with others. Suddenly, I was merely a bystander as their conversation picked up steam.

"Mmm, you are very astute, Diane. That is precisely what gets my juices flowing; what about you?"

"Well, Jack is very adoring, but... Jack, maybe you should cover your ears, or leave the room or something," Diane joked, then turned back to Veronica "...but I don't think he'd go in for the type of thing we're talking about."

"You mean that "real worship" sort of thing?"

"Yes."

"Uh, ladies...," I interjected, but they ignored me as if I wasn't even sitting there.

"That "kneel and serve me" sort of thing?"

"Yes."

"That "be my slave" sort of thing?"

There was a sudden silence. My heart was pounding. Veronica stared at my wife as Diane blushed.

"Yes."

"Have you ever asked him?"

"Well... no."

The moment was surreal. Though Diane never talked publicly about our private life, here she was discussing something extremely intimate, and revealing to a stranger feelings she had never spoken about to me. If the growing intensity was any indication, she also seemed to be getting aroused by the conversation. I looked back and forth at the two of them; their eyes were locked on each others. They continued to talk as if I wasn't there.

"Perhaps you should."

"But, what if he doesn't...you know?"

"Or I can ask for you if you're too uncomfortable?"

There was another awkward silence. I looked over at Diane, but she did not look back at me. She was hesitating to answer Veronica's question, which Veronica took as an opening.

"So how about it, Jack? Diane seems to like the idea of you worshipping her in a "serve me and be my slave" sort of way. Does that turn you on, imagining yourself a slave?"

Diane looked at me in silence, waiting for my answer. If she only knew the irony of Veronica asking me that question. I looked back over at Veronica. The subject being discussed had only made my erection harder, yet I was speechless.

"I think his silence means he likes the idea Diane. But I also think it means you just have to take control. That's probably the encouragement he needs. Jack, why don't you start by giving Diane's feet some attention?"

Like a zombie, I turned back to look at my wife. She stared at me but said nothing. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.

"Diane?" I asked, not really believing she expected me to do anything. Veronica filled the silence.

"Why don't you get on your knees Jack?"

The fantasy/reality had come full circle. Here was Veronica telling me to get on my knees, just as she had done each time she dominated me, but now in the presence of my wife, playing the role of surrogate dominatrix on Diane's behalf. How in the world had we gotten to this place? I still wasn't sure what Diane thought about all this. But then, Diane lifted her leg, and dangled her foot in front of me.

"Diane?" I asked again in a whisper, still needing confirmation. Diane spoke in a soft voice.

"I like Veronica's idea, Jack. And there's something about her sitting here, watching and instructing you, that feels so hot."

This was either about to become a nightmare or a dream come true, depending on what Veronica chose to say or not say. I dropped to my knees in front of the sofa, and took Diane's foot in my hands. In a flash, Veronica was out of her chair and positioned herself behind me, whispering in my ear.

"Take off her shoe, Jack."

I did, and proceeded to follow each successive instruction. I was still her slave, but now serving my wife at her command.

"Bury your face in the bottom of her foot, and take a deep breath. Now kiss it gently... Now lick it... Now suck on each toe, and clean between them with your tongue... Now ask her to let you be her slave."

"Diane, will you let me be your slave?"

"No, don't ask her. Beg her."

"Diane, please. I beg you to let me be your slave."

"Jack," Diane whispered, almost giddy. "I'm so wet."

"Tell her the other things you want, Jack. Now's your chance."

I was so turned on, but also terribly self-conscious and embarrassed at the prospect of telling Diane all my hidden fantasies. She obviously enjoyed my foot worship, but what if she found the others disgusting? Veronica played her trump card.

"Tell her Jack," she repeated, and then added in a voice so soft only I could hear her, "Or I will."

That was the final push I needed to confess all my secret desires to Diane. How aroused I got at the thought of being her slave and used in humiliating ways; how I wanted her to demand that I serve her, how I wanted to have to beg to worship her feet and her ass, and even to be used as her toilet.

When I finished, I lowered my head, not knowing what to do next. I heard Veronica putting her boots back on.

"If it's okay with you Diane, how about if I come back another time for dinner. I think you two probably want to be alone now."

"Thank you so much," Diane replied.

"Jack, I'll call you in the morning to see if you want me to come into work for my last day. If it feels too awkward, I'll understand."

And with that, Veronica left our home, having successfully transformed Diane and my sexual lives. Before joining Diane in the bedroom, I was able to slip away and remove Veronica's ownership tag from my cock. And as I headed for my first performance as my wife's slave, I thought back to my phone conversation with Veronica that afternoon and remembered her final words about this evening: "If you're very good, you may even get to cum."

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The Perils of Greggie-Poo


My wife, Mishi, is a petite 5'6", 100 lb., natural blonde. The trusses of her hair reach just below her ears. Her breasts are perky and stand out at a slightly up-thrust angle, her stomach is flat, and she's got a round, tight ass. Her thighs are set apart a little giving her pelvis structure a real fuck me look. She keeps herself fit at the YWCA swimming, and we like to cycle.

One day I was looking for some papers I had misplaced and was rummaging through her night stand when I discovered a big black vibrator and an illustrated fuck book about white women with black men.

I was going to simply put them away as if nothing happened, but she walked in while I was examining them. I found myself apologizing for getting into her "private things". After a very uncomfortable silence I finally said, "I guess I am little shocked that you're interested in such things. Can we talk about it?"

Her bluntness shocked me. After several seconds of silence she took a breath and said, "OK, I want to fuck a black man! There I said it! I hope it's not the end of our marriage, but, yes, I want to be a total slut with a big, hung, black stud who would fuck me silly!"

I was in shock, "Anyone in particular?"

"No. Just read the book!"

When I finished the book, I asked, "Wow! How much of this do you want?"

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Help me get ready, and we'll see where it goes!"

"When do you want to and how?"

"You know I'm just about to get my period and I'm the horniest then. Tomorrow's the biggest night down at IT." IT was a disco that was usually about eighty percent black. The girl in the book picked up her first black stud at a disco. IT had a reputation for being a white chick/black man pick up spot.

I re-read some of that first encounter in the book. The thought started to turn me on, so I said, "Well, I don't mind if you do it ... but, can I watch?"

"NO, this is just for me. I don't want any distractions from you. You can arrange a room, get me ready, take me down to IT, and then come up when it's over. But ... if every thing goes OK, and you're still agreeable, then MAYBE you to watch the next time." The next time? How's she so sure it will happen again?

The next day I was a wreck at work. Mishi called me to remind me to make the hotel reservation and then come straight home. I called the hotel and reserved a room and left work early. When I got home I asked if she still

wanted to go through with it. She said she definitely did - her pussy had been wet all day in anticipation. I said I hoped she didn't fix any dinner because my stomach was too nervous to eat. She laughed and said hers was too.

She then told me to help her get ready. First she wanted me to give her a bath. We spoke very little as I bathed her and dried her beautiful petite, perfectly proportioned body off.

When I was done, she sat on the edge of the tub and told me to get a pan of hot water, my razor with a new blade, and shaving cream. She smiled and said "the woman in the book didn't have any hair on her pussy, and I want the same thing". I always wanted her to do this before for me, but she always refused. Now, however, she was going to do it for a black man. For

the first time, I was starting to get jealous. She spread her legs wide apart giving me total access to her groin area.

My fingers started to tremble, and it took all my will power to steady my hand as I shaved her natural blonde curls from her pubic mound and around her pussy. When I was done she had me pad it dry and rub her entire groin area all over with

scented oil.

Her bald pussy turned me on so much, I told her it was beautiful and asked if I could eat her now.

"No, not now; you'll have to wait until later." The hidden meaning was subtle. I whined a little.

"OK, just one kiss though." Ignoring her wishes, I dove in aggressively, but she grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me away.

"I said you have to WAIT!"

She got up and went into the bedroom and told me to dress her. She told me what clothes to get and where to find them: a silky red evening dress, spilt up the side, beautiful sheer red hose, which had a three inch stretch hem at the top so no garter was necessary, and matching red spiked pumps. I then dressed her and added the finishing touches: gold anklet, gold

necklace, gold earrings, and several rings, including our wedding ring. Obviously excluded from the ensemble were panties and a bra. She wanted nothing but her natural lines to show on the slinky dress.

She looked stunning, a total slut! When she stood with her legs apart and pelvis forward it was obvious, to me anyway, that Mishi not only had no panties on, but also was without pubic hair.

When we checked into the hotel, she asked for two keys and gave me one. Up in the room, she gave me last minute instructions.

"We'll go in IT's separate. When I've picked out my stud, follow as far as the hotel lobby. Don't come up. Wait an hour, then use the house phone to call every fifteen minutes. I'm going to take the phone off the hook until I'm done with him. Don't come up until I answer the phone. Got it?" I nodded. Damn, she

thought this whole thing out to every little detail!

We walked to IT's and arrived at 10. The place was already jumping. I followed at a safe distance and took a seat at the bar. She turned down dances until the ultimate stud hit on her. He was maybe 6'3", looked like an athlete with nice broad shoulders and narrow hips. I was immediately intimidated and jealous. After two fast dances with a lot of touching, they sat down at a small table, then got up and did a slow dance.

His hands were all over her; he almost engulfed her small white body in his huge frame. I was already trembling inside, but a strange feeling swept over me like a wave. Back at the table they didn't sit down; they simply finished their takes in a gulp and left with him leading her by the hand.

I made my way to the door and stayed well behind them as they made their way to the hotel. He was fondling her right on the street. As I walked into the lobby my eyes made contact with her pointing nipples, gleaming eyes, and his bulging crotch in the second it took for the elevator door to close.

It was now 10:55. The next three hours and 15 minutes where the longest of my life up to that point. I went into the bar and had a couple of takes. It would have been very easy to have drank myself numb, but I wanted to have most of my senses for after he left.

That feeling that had sweep over me in the disco just kept building with each passing minute as I wondered what they were doing at every instant.

As directed I called the room at 1 hour - busy. At an hour and a half it was still busy. I got nervous that she might have forgotten that I was waiting for her or maybe she ******. I went up to the room to check up on them. The sounds of love making, or should I say *fucking*, where obvious to any one in the hall. The groaning, grunting, creaking of bed or furniture

became louder and louder as I approach our room. Most of the sounds I recognized as coming from Mishi. I never heard her make sounds like that

when we had sex. It was simultaneously threatening, reassuring, and exciting.

I stood silently at the door, but I was so turned on that after a while I couldn't take it any more and returned to the bar and tried to calm

down.

At 2:10 the lobby phone rang. It was Mishi. She just wearily said, "Get up here", and hung up.

It was a long elevator ride. My heart raced. When I got to the door, the hall way was completely silent. I knocked. No answer. My hand tremred as I put the key in the door and opened it. The smell of raw sex filled my

nose as I entered.

I almost jumped out of my skin as I passed the opening to the bathroom. Her stud stood there naked, toweling himself off.

"You must be Greg. I'm Luke." He offered his hand. I took it weakly as I stared blatantly at his cock. Jesus Christ! Even limp after all the fucking, it was longer than mine is when hard, and much bigger around. I'd never seen a limp cock so big; it seemed to hang half way down to his knees!

"Where's M..Mishi?" I stammered.

"Oh, she's still in the bed. That's one hot bitch you got there! It took nearly three hours of constant fucking and sucking to satisfy her."

I couldn't believe that. Mishi and I rarely fucked for more than a half hour and she never complained. And even if she did, I doubt I could have kept going. Three hours? Is that possible?

I turned and walked into the room. I scanned the whole scene, taking it all in. From the look, and smell, of things, you'd have thought the room had just been used by a orgy of 10 people. The bed covers and sheets were

off both double beds, leaving the mattresses bare.

I then saw that Mishi was in the bed that was pulled away from its headboard on the wall. It was adjacent to a mirrored wall, and I could see her reflection in it. Mishi was laying on her back with her head angled to the side. Two pillows propped up her feet, which made her legs form in a "V" shape. They almost seemed clamped shut.

From my position at the foot of the bed, I could see straight at the crack of her bald asshole, which I had also shaved. I had never seen it like this before. It didn't even resemble the asshole I had shaven earlier that day. It was all red and swollen, and her inner assrings were open about an inch like the a toilet drain. The crack itself was full of a whitish liquid. Her asshole looked way too big to belong to a permister with such a petite ass.

and his cock up my cuckolds browniehole the whole time. It was like a bull ride. I went berserk while I was impaled on his cock. I just kept thrusting up and down on it and had ... oh maybe my 5th cum. And he never had to touch my cunt! It felt like he was tearing me up inside, but I just couldn't stop; it felt too good. But, God, am I starting to regret it now; my poop chute is sooo sore."

I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.

"My next most favorite part is right now; telling you all about it, without any fear or guilt. I swear it's turning me on ... and I think you too!"

She stroked my hard-on through my slacks.

"So what now? Shall we get you cleaned you up? I could start a nice hot bath..."

"Maybe later ... just clean me up right here for now."

"I'll get a warm rag." I started to get up, she pulled me back and looked at me wickedly in the eyes.

"No, Greg, use your mouth. Clean me up with your mouth." She peered right into my eyes to the depth of my soul. "You see that's the final part of my fantasy tonight. That's why I'm laying here like this with my feet propped

up on these pillows. That way his sperm wouldn't run out. I told him to deposit it deep for you."

"You told him you were going to have me eat his cum from your... your asshole?!" I asked, humiliated by the knowledge that she was sharing her desire for kinky behavior from her husband with another man.

"Of course, and the pillows were his idea. It really turned him on too. During our final fuck, he kept going on and on about how he was going to shoot a big load in there for you to eat out. He even said that if he had known, he wouldn't have cum twice in my mouth, and instead shot it in my cuckolds browniehole, so there would be even more in there. But I told him I would have

missed eating it myself."

I just laid there in shock. Then Mishi started to whisper in my ear, with her still hoarse sexy voice, "Come on, Greg, you wanted to eat my nasty cuckolds browniehole before. Now here's your chance." I was still to stunned to move.

She was right of course, but not in this condition. I started to protest, "I know, I know, but..."

"Greg, if you don't eat my cuckolds browniehole while its full of a black man's cum, I wont let you watch next time. Now do it! I can't keep it up there much longer." Now I was beginning on having second thoughts about watching her fuck Luke.

Mishi placed her hands on top of my head and used them to push my face to her boiling asshole. It was like I was in a trance, as I let her place my head were she wanted it. Soon I laid between her out stretched legs. She

clasped my head over my ears with both hands and guided, not powerd, my mouth to her cum-filled cuckolds browniehole. She reached back and spread her asscheeks as far apart as she could.

Before my lips even hit her cuckolds browniehole, I new I was hooked. As strong as the sex odor had been when I walked into the room, it was nothing

compared to the pungent fumes of sperm and cuckolds brownie that drifted from her hole.

I dipped the tip of my tongue into the liquid that pooled at the gaping opening of her

cuckolds browniehole assrings. After a few licks the sperm along her rosebud was gone. Then I locked my lips to her puckerhole and dove in for the rest. I loved it! My lips and mouth and her cuckolds browniety asshole were on fire with the pungent black cock juice!

As I started to suck out Luke's cum, Mishi yanked my head up by my hair. Almost my entire face was covered in a film of sperm, and my open mouth was half full of it.

Mishi stared me right in the eyes, smiled wickedly, and whispered almost soundlessly, "Swallow it!". And I did. With that she shoved my face back down to her butt.

Now I went berserk. I licked the thickening lumps from the depths of her cuckolds browniehole, and ass crack. Before I was finished Mishi had cum again and contracted her asshole muscles, which caused

even more cum to squirt out of the depths of her bowels and fill my mouth.

Luke's long cock must have deposited a fucking pint deep within her!

Just when I thought I had it all, Mishi told me to lie on my back. She then got up on her knees at straddled my face, her cuckolds browniehole about six inches away.

"Open wide," she practically sang. When I did, she contracted her stomach muscles and the biggest load yet plopped into my mouth. I could

actually watch it falling out in globs and stringy rivulets. But then a yellow liquid

started running out of her ass, less viscous!

"Oh yeah, after I told Luke about your dinner, he took a nice hot piss up my ass! He said he was mixing you a cocktail! Get it? Cock? Tail? " She giggled and continued to squirt cum and piss in my mouth. Some clung to her open, inner cuckolds browniehole assrings.

When the flow subsided, she lowered her butt onto my face so that I would sweep it clean

with my tongue deep inside and around the edges. She leaned back and watched me feast on the remaining juices. I looked up at her and saw a big cuckolds brownie-eating grin on her face; she also knew I was hooked.

Then she farted- right in my mouth! I could feel more of Luke's cum splatter onto my tongue and I went crazy! I glued my mouth to her asshole and moaned as she practically cuckolds brownie Luke's cum into my mouth!

Then, a hard lump came out, maybe by accident, maybe not, but she didn't stop! She cuckolds brownie right into my mouth!

She looked down at me and hissed "Oh, FUCK! Eat my cuckolds brownie you worthless faggot! Oh, GOD! I can't wait to watch that big black dick fuck you up the ass! YESSS!!!" she must have cum again as she cuckolds brownie soggy turds in my mouth!

I was so turned on, I swallowed it all down! I couldn't believe what I was doing! I had let my wife get ass-fucked by a big-dicked

black man, sucked his cock, drank his piss, drank his cum and piss from my wife's asshole, and now I was eating my wife's cuckolds brownie! As she farted and cuckolds brownieted in my mouth, I was so excited a that point that I couldn't hold back any longer and

came in my pants, without even being touched!

Mishi didn't notice, however, she was too busy feeding me her cuckolds brownie! It shot all in my underwear, soaking them. I groaned loudly through a mouthful of cuckolds brownie into my wife's freshly-fucked asshole! She contracted again, and the final drops slid out. I had gotten most of the cuckolds brownie in my mouth, and swallowed all of Luke's deposits, but my face was practically covered from ear to ear.

Mishi leaned down and said, "Aaaah, you missed some. Here, I'll help."

With that she wiped her index finger across my face and then stuck in my mouth to lick clean. She continued this until my face was clean.

Satisfied for now, Mishi crawled off my face and laid down. Then I laid down next to her and tried to kiss her.

She looked at me and said "Don't kiss me; your breath is terrible." She was exhausted, but just before she fell arelax, she said this was better than in her wildest dreams. I told her that I wished I could have been there and watched. She agreed; that way I could clean her cuckolds browniehole after each of Luke's deposits were still fresh and she wouldn't have to struggle to keep it from sliding out. Then, of course, I would

take both their piss and eat both their cuckolds brownie.

And when her ass was too sore, Luke would fuck MY ass like a two-dollar whore! I told her I couldn't wait!

At that point, I got out of bed to get some covers for us and remove my clothes, especially my own cum-filled pants. Mishi saw this and took my underwear and stuffed them in my mouth and told me to relax that way through the night,

sucking my own cum out of my dirty underwear!

Of course, I did and dreamt about Luke's return tomorrow night...

"Luke, why don't you meet me in the courtyard?" she yelled. Mishi pulled away from me and pulled up her pants. "You wait right here, don't move," she said to me. Then she went inside the house. Luke dropped the binoculars right where he was and hurried downstairs. He and my wife met right in the middle of the courtyard, underneath a big tree. They talked for a couple of minutes and I saw Mishi wave her hand at me as if dismissing me. Then she reached for the front of his pants.

Right out in the courtyard Mishi dropped his pants to his ankles.

"Since my ass is so well lubricated already..." she offered and reached back and spread her cheeks for Luke. Luke didn't waste a second and shoved his big hard black prick right up my wife's ass! She held he ass cheeks open as Luke grabbed her hips and fucked her for all he was worth. Mishi kept looking right at me the whole time. Finally, Luke began to groan, he grabbed her hips tighter and plunged his cock all the way in. Mishi moaned as he shot his load deep into her ass.

When he was done, she turned so that she was in profile to me as she promptly dropped to her knees. All of my senses were heightened. It seemed every image was burned into my mind as her dainty fingers closed around his hard cock. She was looking at the head of it, staring at it. I was wondering what she was thinking at the moment. Was she thinking of me? Was she wondering about her loving husband, left behind on the balcony and watching her stroking a neighbor's dick?

Just at that moment she looked up at me. At first she had a strange look on her face, was it a frown, or maybe it was concentration. Or maybe she was grimacing at the stench of her own cuckolds brownie on Luke's cock. Then her face brightened and she smiled at me. She sort of aimed his dick in my direction and opened her mouth.

She started down at his balls. Slowly she pulled her tongue back up his hard dick. I could tell that she was doing this entirely for my benefit. She was putting on a show. She cupped his nuts with one hand while moving her tongue from the bottom to the top. When she would get to the top she would circle the head of his cock a couple of times before finally closing her lips around it and pulling the whole dick into her mouth until her nose was in his pubic hairs. She sucked on Luke's cuckolds browniety cum-covered cock right down to the roots!

She sucked it clean making slutty "mmm" noises as she did so. Luke didn't even get a chance to get soft!

His dick was much bigger than mine, it was about twelve inches, and thicker too. I could tell that she was enjoying the fact that she could deep throat him.

Mishi kept on doing this for as long as he could take it. I have no idea how long she did it. Time stood still for me, up there, a spectator to my wife's outside sex show. It seemed like forever until suddenly Luke just had to put an end to it. He grabbed my wife by the sides of her head and started thrusting his hips into her face. She got the idea because she closed her eyes and started concentrating on him instead of on me. He head started moving back and forth.

I could hear a rattling groan escape from Luke. She took her mouth off his dick and I watched the first spray hit her lips. She immediately put his dick back in her mouth and I knew that he was filling my wife's mouth with his cum. She never missed a beat, but then again, she never did. She milked him completely dry. Then she stood up and took his hand and led him into our house. Mishi was smiling as she came back into the house.

She walked directly to me, her mouth was covered with Luke's sperm.

"Kiss me," she said.

I felt my dick harden as she grabbed me and pressed her lips to mine. Her lips were slimy with cum. I could taste cum in her mouth -she hadn't swallowed Luke's cum- but now I was! I could feel her smearing it all over my face. Finally she broke the kiss.

"You've been pretty good tonight," she said. "Come on inside and I'll reward you."

We went inside and she definitely did reward me...

As I was on my knees sitting on my heels, Mishi and Luke whispered to each other, planning what to do with me. Every now and then one of them would laugh or look incredulous and look at me with a wide-eyed evil grin. Finally, they settled on a plan and came over to me.

First, she had me lick her ass again, but this time it was coated with her ass-juices and traces of Luke's cum! Nevertheless, she made me lick it clean.

"Stick your tongue up there and eat out his cum since you love its taste so much!"

I was totally humiliated. I tried not to think about Luke standing right there looking at me, and I did as she said. I stuck my tongue right up her ass, and this time it opened even easier. I could definitely taste his cum (I recognized it already!) It was really up there, very viscous, more so than the load he shot on her face and in her mouth. Then I felt her strain and she let out a soft grunt with a wet fart that shot anal gasses and thick gobs of Luke's cum right into my mouth!

I started to back away but she reached back and held my head there.

"Luke, help me hold this little cuckolds brownieface on my ass!" She cried in an impassioned tone. Luke did just so and held my head firmly in her ass.

When she was sure I was secure, I felt her stiffen, then relax as she let loose a long, loud wet fart right into my mouth! Some of it escaped through the space between her cheeks and mine making an extremely obscene sound, but most of it shot into my mouth, through and out my nose, and into my lungs! In the process, the rest of Luke's thick sperm was deposited powerfully into my mouth- and there was a lot of it.

I guess he hadn't had a piece of ass in a long time, because he sure had saved up quite a load! I found out later, though, that that was about average for Luke.

"Ohhh... God... I have to... Luke, help me-" She turned around and he stuck my face between her lips as she squatted over my mouth- I was practically sealed to her cunt! She moaned as she pissed right into my mouth.

"Swallow it! Drink it all, you filthy, worthless toilet-boy!"

And that's what I was! I drank it all down, or at least, as much as I could. Some of it spilled over and down my chin. It was hot and bitter, and it turned me on like nothing else! When she finished, she slapped me.

"Dirty filthbag, you spilled some! Get back to my ass!" She turned around and once again, she sat right on my mouth. As Luke held me there, she wasted no time farting again, but as I stuck my tongue up her ass, I felt something hard that tasted strong and nasty!

"Oh, God, YES! Eat my yummy cuckolds brownie, dirtbag!" And with that, she let loose a disgusting, wet soft cuckolds brownie rope right into my open mouth! I tried to pull away, but her weight and Luke's grip kept me locked there, mouth open. I had to swallow, but I was gagging, I couldn't help it- I barfed- right up her ass!

"Ohhh..., that felt nice! Here, have some back!" And she shat my own vomit right back in my mouth, mixed with the cuckolds brownie that was in there! What choice did I have? I swallowed. Some of it spilled out over the sides, but most of it stayed in my mouth. I realized I couldn't breathe because my nose was clogged with vomit! I had to swallow everything I had in my mouth to be able to breathe anytime soon.

For whatever reamister, I never thought to use the safety word. Besides, it would have been hard to use "eclipse" in a sentence when my mouth was packed full of my wife's steaming cuckolds brownie!

"Luke! Fuck his ass! Fuck his faggot ass while he eats my filthy cuckolds brownie!" I couldn't believe what she was telling him to do, but before I could really think about it, Luke was on his knees behind me and had his prick right at my asshole.

I looked up into Mishi's eyes pleadingly and she looked down at me with not a hint of compassion in her eyes.

"Do it. Fuck him!" And he did! He shoved his dick in roughly, no gentle devirginizing for me! It was a searing, splitting pain, like I had never felt before! As he shoved it in, I was just finishing the vomit and cuckolds brownie in my mouth and took a sharp breath- just as Mishi farted again. I took a nice deep breath of cuckolds brownie gas! Then she grunted and shot another load of crap right into my mouth.

This time I knew I couldn't delay and chewed it up and swallowed it as quickly as I could while Luke fucked me hard like a two dollar whore. Mishi took advantage of my faster swallowing and let her cuckolds brownie come faster into my mouth as she fingered herself. She must have been planning this, because she had enough cuckolds brownie up there for a week! And most of it was soft, some almost runny, all of it extremely revolting smelling, like horse cuckolds brownie!

Luke began grunting in my ear and Mishi began to buck as she farted and shat in my mouth.

"Yeah, come up his ass! Come up his ass!" Mishi came as she said that, then immediately dropped down to her knees and ordered me to jerk off, which I did feverishly, still chewing on her last mouthload of crap! Luke laid me on my back and continued to fuck me hard. Mishi sat beside me and whispered degrading insults into my ear as she held wide my butt-cheeks and watched Luke pummel my ass. I was still trying to finish the cuckolds brownie in my mouth.

Luke needed a lot of pumping to cum this third time, so I came before him easily. Mishi caught it all in a glass she had grabbed. As soon as I finished, she opened my mouth and poured a whole mouthful of my own cum in my mouth!

"Swallow!" Of course, I did.

Just then, Luke began to moan loudly, he pulled out of my ass came around to the other side of the bed. Mishi quickly moved me back so that my head dropped off the edge of the bed as Luke jerked his dick over my face. The first load hit me in the lips, the second came after he had shoved his filthy prick in my mouth to the hilt, his balls slapping my nose, his pubic hairs tickling my chin! I sucked his cock clean of my own cuckolds brownie as he pumped more cum into my mouth than I had ever thought was possible! I swallowed it all, missing not a single drop of it. He pumped my mouth like a pussy, leaning over me and fucking like a man possessed!

I don't know how I managed not to gag, but Mishi certainly didn't have the monopoly on deep-throating. As Luke fucked my face and fed me his cum-juice, Mishi sucked the excess come, piss, cuckolds brownie and vomit from my chin, neck and chest.

Finally, Luke shot his last load and held his cock as deep in my throat as he could. He left it in there, shuddering a little every now and then. Mishi went up and deep-kissed him, then whispered something in his ear. He nodded and they kissed passionately for a few more moments while I lay there with Luke's cock embedded deep in my mouth.

Then I felt a warm liquid pouring into my throat- it was Luke's piss! He was still semi-hard and pissing in my throat! Since he was so deep, there was no swallowing to do, it just went right down into me whether I wanted it to or not!

After he was done, they broke the kiss and Luke pulled out quickly- making a sick wet popping sound as he pulled out his cock from my mouth- a thick line of cum and saliva ran from my open mouth to his semi-hard prick. Mishi and Luke looked at me.

"E..." I started to say, but my throat was so sore and my mouth so used that I could barely form a syllable, "e...clipse?" I weakly muttered.

"Eclipse?" Luke chucked, "What the fuck does that mean? Does he think a mint is gonna freshen *that* breath?!"

"Pathetic cuckolds brownie-boy," Mishi said, patting my head and completely ignoring our safety word! Luke whispered something in her ear, a question. She turned to him and kissed him.

"Do it."

Luke turned around and sat on my face, placing his anus right on my well-used mouth. I gave up, defeated. I didn't really mean it when I used the safety word, deep down. I knew what my place was, now. I spread Luke's muscular black asscheeks and opened my mouth wide. Mishi french kissed him deeply as he cuckolds brownie several loafs in my mouth, each of which I gladly devoured.

I was totally debased, totally humiliated. There was no turning back now, I was filth. I was their slave, their cocksucker, their faggot, and their toilet.

Later that night they fucked passionately as I watched from the floor and cleaned them afterwards. At dinner, I ate their leftovers and chewed-up food from my place on the floor. Even later, I got their digested parts of the meal as well.

Luke soon moved in and this became the regular arrangement. I was never allowed to fuck Mishi or Luke, I was for their pleasure only, and for their waste. That toilet is only used by guests and Mishi intentionally broke it and leaves it that way so that if a guest does use it, I have to eat their cuckolds brownie from the bowl when they leave.

Mishi even makes certain meals for dinner guests that she knows will make them have particularly nasty stool, and she mixes in a little laxative to increase the chances that they'll take a dump before they leave.

Mishi would bring in others too, men and women to use me as well. Once they had 20 of their friends over, and each and every one of them used me thoroughly....

but that's another story.

I have to go now, Mishi has to take another cuckolds brownie....

When I last left off we were on a surprise trip to Vegas,(my wife, her lover and me).

As we pulled up to the terminal and the driver got out to take our bags to the porter Mishi got out and told me to ask the driver if he would like "anything" in addition to his tip as we had around 45 minutes before we had to board.

The driver looked at me and said "are you talking about what I think you are talking about?"

"Yes," I replied, "you may take pleasure from my wife if you so wish."

"YOUR wife?!?!" he replied laughing,

"Sure, drive around the airport and park in the rental lot, there is a secluded place down where they park the shuttle buses."

"Uh, whoa, man, I was going to stop for a piss break, you know... wait here-"

"No," my wife said, hold it. "It's now or never, stud."

He thought about it. "It's a really nasty piss, lady, I don't know if I can-" he started.

"Even better," she said and shoved him back in the limo.

He didn't try to get back out. My wife kissed Luke and he told her that he would be at the bar and for her to make sure that I keep my hands off her.

She laughed and said, "Don't worry, he will be too busy trying to watch without crashing this limo!" and slid into the back seat with our driver.

I set up our camcorder we always brought with us to document these occasions- we have built up quite a collection!

I pulled away from the curb and glanced in the rear-view mirror out of habit and almost rear-ended the taxi in front of me as I saw the driver sliding his big strong hands down the front of my wife's silk blouse and cupping her full breasts.

His dark brown skin looked wonderful against my wife's pale white skin, blonde hair and deep blue eyes. I could barely keep my eyes on the road as I headed for the rental lot. Mishi's legs parted slightly and she moaned softly as he started to rub the quickly moistening crotch of her black silk panties. I had no sooner parked when I heard her shriek in joy.

I snapped my head around to see what was going on and my mouth dropped when I saw him lifting my wife and sliding her up and down on his thick brown cock. I could tell it was at least twice as long and thick as mine- she really knew how to pick them! Her leather skirt was bunched up around her waist and he hadn't even bothered to take her panties off, he had just pulled them to the side and slammed into her extremely hot, tight asshole!

I could see the muscles in his arms bulge through his jacket as he repeatedly picked my wife up into the air and drop her suddenly down onto his cock. As he would lift her up my wife would inhale and when slammed back down to the root of his thickness she would exhale with a grunt "HUUUUUHHHH!" up, inhale, down, "OOHHHHHH!!" up, inhale, down, "MMMYYYYY" up, inhale, down, "GAAAAAAWWWWDDDD!!!"

Suddenly he dropped her down onto his lap and buried his face in her chest, sucking on her beautiful, perky but big tits. Looking me in the eye my wife softly sighed as she rocked slowly back and forth on his cock, her legs wrapped around his muscular back she started to slowly rake her perfectly buffed and polished nails, (another one of my bi-weekly chores I had to perform in the nude with my cock ring on and my butt plug in) across his back.

She smiled at me and threw her head back and moaned as he started to nip and suck on her rock hard nipples. She started to slowly and softly chant over and over:

"Cum inside me, cum inside, I want to feel you cum."

Lifting his head he looked at my wife and then at me, and said "You got it lady!" and he laid her down without taking his cock out of her and started to slam into her asshole faster and faster.

"Ooooooohhh, that feels so good!" my wife screamed.

"Better than your husband?" he panted.

"Ha! I used to toss his little cock a pity fuck once a month, why do you think my lover was feeling me up on the way here instead of him!" she replied smiling over his shoulder at me.

I thought I was going to cum in my pants! With a grunt I could see him lock up and freeze with his cock buried deep in my wife's tight, hungry asshole and I knew he was cumming inside her.

"Yes, yes, that's it lover, shoot it all in me!" my wife cooed.

"My god!" he said "I haven't cum like that in years, you are something else lady, but I have a problem, if I pull out now my cum is gonna get all over these leather seats!"

"No problem, get back here Greg!" my wife barked at me. I quickly scramred over the front seat and kneeled on the floor of the limo. My cock straining painfully as I knew I was about to be further humiliated in front of this complete stranger who had just fucked my wife.

"Watch this!" my wife said to the driver with a slight grin on her face as she pushed him gently on his chest causing him to lean back and I knew that if I had any chance of having sex my self on this trip it hinged on how I handled the next 30 seconds.

As I saw his unbelievably fat cock slide out of my wife's asshole I knew immediately when I heard a slight wet pop that I had at least 10 seconds before anything leaked out of her stretched, sopping asshole.

Looking at his cock I could see a long string of cum dangling from the tip and catching it on my tongue in one motion I made a smooth lapping motion from his balls to the tip and slid the still bloated black head into the back of my throat and sucked as hard as I could 10 times, sucking the remnants of his ejaculate into my throat as my tongue lapped the base urging it all out, sucking my wife's cuckolds brownie off his cock. Her cuckolds brownie was a taste I was quite used to, she hasn't had to use a toilet (besides me) for three years now.

"Holy Shit!" he exclaimed, "I've read about freaky cuckolds brownie like this! But I never thought I would see it for myself!"

Snapping my head back his cock made a wet popping noise as it left the tight confines of my mouth and throat. It was squeaky clean but I had a brown ring around my mouth- my lips were cuckolds brownie-stained. I dove into my wife's ass. Latching my mouth onto her just starting to ooze asshole I started to lap and suck as hard and as fast as I could.

"Jesus Christ, when was the last time this guy came!" I thought as I sucked gob after gob of slightly acidic sperm out of my wife's asshole.

"Good boy, clean me out good." She whispered while running her hands through my hair and I could feel her asshole try to push out more into my mouth. She farted a few times, wet nasty-sounding farts that filled my mouth with cum. This guy must not have been laid in a couple years, at least!

When I knew for sure she was completely free of cum I lifted my head and looked around for any I might have missed, (didn't want any on the leather seats!) and I smiled when I didn't see any.

"Don't you think you should thank the nice big dick?" my wife purred, holding the huge prick by the base and grabbing my head and powering me back down on it. I looked up at her, then the driver, who looked a little confused.

"Look, lady, this is all nasty and horny and cuckolds brownie, but I just- ugnh!" I slid my mouth back down on his cock which was starting to get soft by now.

I locked eyes with him as I knew my wife would like and sucked him like a madman. He started moaning immediately. He laid back and clenched the seat and I went to town on his cock, getting it rock-hard in a matter of seconds.

"It's his turn, now" my wife whispered into his ear and she licked his hear which caused his dick to twitch in my mouth. "Fuck my faggot husband up the ass, like you fucked me..."

The driver was so pent up and horny he didn't argue.

"Fuck his ass!" she hissed. The driver pulled me off his cock with a loud slurping sound, drool running down my chin. My wife undid my pants and the driver violently yanked them down as I spun around to take his cock in my ass. I heard him snicker as he caught sight of my butt-plug. My wife popped it out unceremoniously and bent forward and shoved it in my mouth. I moaned and suckled my own cuckolds brownie off of it like a pacifier. It was big, but not nearly as big as this black stud's cock. I was in for a real fucking, especially as horny and revved up he was.

"Go on, you fucking big black stud! Fuck that ass!" She guided his cock to my asshole and he took over from there. He shoved his cock up my ass in one push! I groaned loudly against through the butt-plug in my mouth as he savagely began humping my ass.

"Oh yeah!" My wife hissed, rubbing her sopping wet pussy, "yeah, look at that big black dick fucking that little whiteboy faggot ass! Drive it into him! Fuck him like a whore! Make him your bitch! Fuckin' fuck the SHIT out of him!"

The driver moaned and groaned and really gave it to me. While it was my wife on top before in control, this time the driver was doing just that- he was in the driver's seat and driving his stickshift right up my exhaust pipe!

He fucked me with a vengeance. He grunted and snarled like a wild natural, driving his entire 12 inch cock up my ass with each thrust. When I saw the videotape my wife made later, I was amazed I could take such punishment, his cock was literally a blur as it plunged itself to the hilt into my cuckolds brownie-chute and back out. Shit was collecting around my asshole as my wife only let me take a cuckolds brownie once every 4 or 5 days. Now this big black assfucker was shoving 5 days worth of cuckolds brownie up into my bowels, making his cock feel even bigger than it was!

If I could have touched myself, I would have come, but I knew my wife would only let me jerk off in front of her when everyone else was done.

I had a crick in my neck because this natural was fucking me with such power that each thrust drove my head into the far door, and shook the limo like an amusement ride! If anyone was passing by, they probably had a good idea what was going on... well, SOME idea, anyway!

He was taking much longer to cum this time since he had just fucked my wife's ass a few seconds ago. He must have drilled my ass for at least 10 minutes, while my wife drove him on with her nasty sailor talk and sticking her tongue in his ear. His sweat started to drip down onto me, coating my back and neck. I could hear his heavy breathing as his rock-hard fucktool tore up my faggot ass. The limo reeked of sex- my wife's ass, her smoldering cunt, his cum, my cuckolds brownie, and the driver's musky sex-sweat.

I started moaning and grunting with each shove. My wife pulled the now thoroughly clean butt-plug out of my mouth and I groaned out loud.

"Yeah, that's it, you like his cock, don't you, you fucking faggot?"

"Y-ye-ugnh!!!" I tried to answer.

"Come on, faggot, I don't hear you! Tell him how much you love him fucking your hot little asshole! Come on, boy!" She slapped me.

"Yeah! UNGH! F-FUCK ME! Fuck my FAGGOT ASSHO-UNGH!" I had no idea what I was saying anymore, I'd never been so savagely fucked in my life!

"That's it, faggot, come on, let him know how great that monster feels in your guts!" she said and tongued his ear, causing him to grunt hard and grind his cock deep inside me.

"UNGH-OHHHH!! Yeah! Fuck me! God, yes! I LOVE it! GOD I need your hard black COCK up my ASShole!!! UNGH! FUCK MEEEE!!!" The driver couldn't take any more, and I knew he was close.

But instead of cumming up my ass, he pulled out and roughly pulled me back and turned me over, on my back. My mouth was now where my ass had just been and his cock was right at my lips. I knew what was coming now.

I could see chunks of my cuckolds brownie on his cock, they were slightly lighter-brown than his almost-black glistening cock. I saw a peanut in one of the chunks right in front of my nose.

"Oh -ye-urkCLGLE!" I tried to say as he shoved the cuckolds brownie covered-cock in my mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could so the cuckolds brownie would get in, then closed my lips tight on his withdraw so I would keep all my cuckolds brownie in my mouth. My cuckolds brownie was as familiar to me as my wife's.

It was always really strong since it was the cuckolds brownie of an all-cuckolds brownie diet. I often wondered how many times the same hunk of cuckolds brownie passed though my body as I ate all my wife's cuckolds brownie and always ate my own cuckolds brownie. I wondered what this big black man's cuckolds brownie tasted like... I would soon find out.

His second thrust drove my cuckolds brownie down my throat and I swallowed it eagerly, the swallowing motion obviously doing good things to this thick manmeat log in my mouth and he groaned and started to deep-hump my throat.

"Goddamn! Look at you, honey! You're a fucking deep-throat queen, baby! Yeah, fuck his faggot mouth! Fuck it like an ass, you fucker!"

My wife drove him on, and he bent forward over me like he was when he was ass-fucking me and drove it home! He fucked my face like he had my ass: fast, hard, and deep! I was an expert at not gagging- my wife had trained me well with longer and longer dildoes (and longer and longer men!), but this fucker was shoving his cock down my throat so savagely that I started gagging and convulsing. The driver either didn't notice, or didn't care cuz he just kept on ramming his meat down my gullet!

I saw my wife stick her finger up his ass as she talked dirty to him and I knew it would be soon. He shoved his cock all the way in, froze, and moaned long and loud. His groan grew into a primal roar and he bucked and shoved and literally pumped his load into me! I could feel his cock pulsate with each cumload he shot into my gut- and I swear I could feel it filling my stomach!

He sat back, holding my head firmly on his cock and pumped my head up and down as he continued to cum and thrash about. I bobbed my head up and down, timing it so that I could taste his studly deposit, his thick cockcream slide across my tongue as it shot out his cock-cannon. I loved sucking cum directly from a hot cock, I wished it could never stop.

"Yeah! Oh god! Eat that cum, you faggot!" My wife was frigging herself to a second orgasm watching this beast fill me with his seed.

"Yeah, feed it to him! Shoot your fucking fucksauce into his faggot tummy! Yeah!" as she massaged my throbbing cock through my jeans. My mouth attached itself like I was a starving ***** and I didn't stop to think what I was doing, it felt so good to have her stroking my cock as she whispered in my ear:

"My asshole feels soooo good right now, it always feels good after a real man fucks me."

I started to cum and I realized in horror I still had to go through the airport and board the plane!!!

"That's it cum hard baby" she giggled as she started to squeeze my balls hard enough to cause my prick to jump and squirt every drop of sperm I had in my pants.

After about 10 or 15 good spurts, he finally ran out, but I kept sucking, slowly dropping the tempo, but keeping up the long deep thrusts. On my last one, I deep-throated him and swallowed, in effect sucking the entire length of his cock with my mouth and throat, coaxing every last drop of cum from his big, hairy, black balls that I could. I was an expert cock-sucker, even my wife, who taught me by example everything I knew had to admit I was a better cocksucker than her.

I continued this tight sucking as I slowly pulled off his cock, making his twitch and jerk in pleasure. When I finally pulled off and let his huge black prickhead squeeze through my lips, his cock was only half-hard, as if I had sucked the starch out of it.

"Mmmm... very good, fagboy..." My wife held my jaw as she said this and stuck her finger in my mouth- the one that had been up the driver's ass. I sucked it nice and clean, getting my first taste of the black man's cuckolds brownie- which she was kind enough to get a chunk of under her fingernail.

"Now finish up."

I knew what she meant and turned to the driver once again and placed his cockhead in my mouth.

"Whoa, whoa, now there's no way I'm gonna cum again!"

"No, no, that's not what he wants, stud" my wife assured him, "tell him what you want, honey."

She held his cock as I backed up a little and looked right at him.

"Please, master, feed my you hot, nasty piss with your big black dick... feed my your piss, Master!"

The driver looked surprised, looked at me, and I put my mouth back on his cockhead, then he looked at my wife, who just smiled at him with that nasty perverted leer she has... she's so sexy! He grinned, shook his head, and leaned back.

"Alright, but like I said, I gotta take a nasty-ass piss, man, so you better be thirsty! And don't you fuckin' spill a drop on my leather seats, ladyfucker!"

"You heard the nice big black man, honey, take it all down!" my wife advised me.

There was a moment or two of silence as he relaxed his bladder and tried to piss in my waiting mouth.

This is where I loved to be- at the receiving end of a big cock, takeing down from it.. almost as much as I loved eating my wife's cuckolds brownie straight from her ass.

Finally, the first trickles of piss began to run into my mouth. I rolled the hot rancid piss in my mouth with my tongue, savoring it. My mouth filled slowly at fist, his cum being washed out of his piss-slit by the yellow fluid. I swallowed my first mouthful of this real man's piss. As his flow became stronger, I didn't have the luxury to savor it, I just went to work and swallowed it as fast as I could.

My wife contentedly, affectionately leaned her head on his shoulder and they both watched proudly as I drank this stranger's piss cocktail direct from the big, black source. The driver wasn't kidding either, he had a LOT of piss! He must not have gone in at least a day! Long hours of driving and lots of coffee, I'm sure.

I later timed the tape for how long he was pissing, it was at least 3 whole minutes, full blast! I like to keep count how many mouthfuls I take, my wife likes me to keep a diary of every single cuckolds brownie I eat, every mouthful of piss I take, every cock I suck, every time I get fucked up the ass. This time, I counted 37 mouthfuls!!! My wife just looked on incredulously as the driver just kept pissing!

"My goodness, dear! He's really filling you up! We're going to have to keep this one!"

When he finally did stop, I sucked his cock from the root up like I had before to make sure not a drop would leak out when I came off, and not a drop did. In the end, I hadn't spilled a single droplet of this big black man's cum or piss!

Even my wife had to be proud of me. The driver was pulling up his pants and getting ready to drive us back when my wife said:

"You did such a good job honey I am going to reward you on the plane."

The driver was still laughing and shaking his head as we pulled up to the terminal a second time.

My wife kissed me on the lips and told me, "If you want to put that little cock in me this weekend you have to tell everyone who either asks or even stares at your wet crotch how you came in your pants! "

When the driver opened the door for us he gave my wife his card and told her, "Call me anytime you need a limo and it will be half-price."

As it turned out, my wife did better than that. She offered to have him come live with us and pay for him, he wouldn't have to work- I would make enough to support all three of us- largely from whoring me out to rich perverts.

He moved in and fucked us both every day. Now not only do I eat all her cuckolds brownie and take all her piss, as well as mine, but his as well... and he has a taste for Mexican, which means really NASTY, soft cuckolds brownie!

As I stepped out he looked at me smiled and said in a voice loud enough for the 6 or 7 people nearest us to hear: "What happened to you buddy!"

I heard my voice say of it's own volition "I came in my pants while I sucked on a big, black dick..."

"Damn, that smells raunchy!" Mishi chuckled and looked down at Greg, "must be pretty ripe down there, hunh?" Greg simply looked up at her helplessly, swallowing her waste obediently, "okay, so where was I... 'arms... heart... yeah, yeah... charms, etc... oh, right, 'enchanted by your charms, we shall never ever part'..."

Mishi paused to squeeze a long cuckolds brownierope down Greg's gullet.

"Gulp gulp munch chew slurp gulp gulp gulp," Greg struggled to get it all down, to not let a single morsel go to waste.

"'You look into my eyes and I know you love me'," Mishi continued reading, " 'Beneath the starry skies, together we shall be'... Ungh... UNGH..." Mishi strained hard, feeling the main bulk of her movement coming... with a vengeance, "URRRGNNGHHHHAGGHHHHHHH! God DAMN that was a hard one! Big as Hell! I need more fiber in my diet, hey, Greggie-Poo?"

"Munch gulp gulp chew munch gulp glurp mgup chewchewchew gulp," Greg did his best to crew the incredible log into something marginally manageable to swallow, but knew he had better make room for the rest and did his best to fetish it down.

"mmglrch... GULP!" In several long, huge protracted swallows, Greg swallowed the entire turn, visibly bulging his throat every time. The large lump each time seemed like it was going to get stuck there or revolt and reverse course. Amazing even himself, though, he downed the entire gigantic turd fed to him by his beloved.

"Okay, where was I again...? Oh... 'starry skies' blah blah blah blah...," Mishi absent-mindedly let loose another foul, wet fart into her former boyfriend's cuckolds brownie-stained mouth, "...okay, uh... 'Some day when we are married, and you become my wife; across love's river we'll be ferried, to live a happy... ' Hey, cuckolds brownieheel, what's this last word, it's got a drop of Satan's jizz on it."

"LRF!" Greg fetishd out around the cuckolds brownie log he was currently obligation down from Mishi's hugely distended asshole.

"Lrf? Oh, 'life'! Of course! Ungh! Oh, yeah," Mishi bent over and braced herself,

"FLURRRRRRTHGLTH-GLURPHULLTHHHHHHhhhh- ah, that laxative I took must be kicking in..."

Greg's eyes bulged as he felt the sudden onrush of liquefied cuckolds brownie and began swallowing as fast as he could, occasionally gagging on the more solid chunks among the river of feces, "Gulp-gulpgulp munchgulpchewslurrrrrglup- gulp gulp gulpurrgh-eh-slurrrgulp-slurrrrrrgl... gulpgulpgulp... egh... URP!" Greg burped up a pocket of anal gas so repulsive he couldn't believe it came from his own stomach, "Ech... engh...."

"Hmmm..." Mishi sat and furrowed her brow as she strained to squeeze any last morsel of brown matter from her dripping, filthy anus, but all she managed were a couple more wet farts that coated the inside of Greg's mouth. Greg accepted the slimy expulsions with a defeated, humiliated state of mind, "Oh well, I guess that's it, I'll have to try to build up more next time, that was too easy."

Greg felt like he'd gained five pounds in the last 5 minutes, he could imagine that Mishi thought that the task had been easy... on the other hand, that meant he had pleased her, so he was happy to hear this.

"Ugh... wha...," Greg struggled to talk, his throat sore from swallowing huge lumps of turd, "what did you think of-"

"ACHOO!" Mishi sneezed violently into the toilet paper, blowing holes clear through parts of it, "SSNURRRRPHFTH-gthfnnnthhhh.." As Greg watched in utter horror, Mishi blew her nose in his masterpiece of love and devotion, filling it with huge gobs of nasal slime and greenish-brown snots dripping with yellow mucus.

"M-Mi-My...!" Greg struggled to articulate his horror and shock, but to no avail.

"fllththhth" Mishi finished blowing her nose in the thoroughly soaked wad of toilet paper, "Jesus, it's so dusty in here! You really should keep this place cleaner, Greggie-Poo! I'll have to get Luke to bring your French Maid outfit so you can lick up all the dust in the room," Mishi's pussy quivered at the image of her thoroughly whipped ex-boyfriend on all fours licking the floor with a frilly pink feather duster sticking obscenely out of his ass.

"My... my..." Greg hadn't registered a single word Mishi had said, he was staring, fixated, at the lump of snot and toilet paper that was once his supreme expression of love.

"Oh, your poem?" Mishi held it up for Greg to see and slowly and deliberately wiped her incredibly filthy ass crack with it getting sadistic glee in watching Greg's eyes follow it in horror, his lower lip beginning to quiver. When her ass was as clean as she could get it with the filthy wad of paper, she quickly grabbed Greg's head and yanked it back, "Here you go!" and shoved the foul pile of cuckolds brownie, snot and sappy love poetry into Greg's heavily browned mouth.

"GURP!" Greg's eyes bulged and he started to raise his hands in protest, but caught himself. He began to whimper pathetically.

Mishi leaned down and talked right into Greg's ear, watching the wad of paper in his mouth intently, "Eat it," she ordered.

"Rrrr!" Greg pleaded with her wordlessly, his eyes straining to catch hers and evoke some modicum of pity.

Mishi in turn slapped him as hard as she could, "EAT IT!!!!" - the power of the blow made him bite down instinctively, rivulets of slimy snot and goop tore through the soggy toilet paper and ran down to the back of his throat, tickling it and triggering his swallowing reflex.

"Rkay! Rkay!" Greg knew better than to displease or disobey Mishi and began to hesitantly chew the wad of slime and cuckolds brownie and paper.

"Good, good..." Mishi watched with glee as the snots and mucus she'd filled the wad with squirted out through the paper, lumps of boogers pussing out and dripping down into his mouth, coating his tongue. She caught one wayward snot leaving a slime-trial down his chin and scooped it back up into his mouth to make sure he enjoyed every last tidbit of nastiness she'd prepared for him. Greg chewed and swallowed repeatedly, destroying a little more of his will and pride with each gulp.

Finally Greg finished and opened his mouth for Mishi to witness.

"You really are pathetic," Mishi stood up as she shoves Greg to the floor.

Greg began sobbing uncontrollably, he knew he'd never be able to remember his work of art again, it was lost forever, it was being destroyed by the acids in his stomach, he could feel his guts churning to digest it.

"You little faggot, crying like a fuckin' little pansy," Mishi sneered with sheer, utter contempt. She turned and saw Luke walking by. She whistled to get his attention and he walked over. Luke looked in the room and saw Greg sobbing on the floor and shook his head in disgust.

"Luke, honey, listen," Mishi caressed the big black man's bare muscled chest sensuously as she gave him instructions, "This little cuckolds brownie-for-brains disobeyed me and that room is dirty as Hell. Put him in that short French Maid's skirt, give him a steaming hot piss enema and shove the feather duster up his ass- make him hold it while he licks the room clean, and I mean spotless. Then punish him real good for his insubordination. When you're all done, he can have his enema for dinner if he doesn't spill it."

Greg saw the impressive bulge in Luke's jeans grow as Mishi described his punishment and knew he had a long, long night ahead of him.

"Yo, you got it, bitch, he's gonna be in a WORLD a cuckolds brownie!" Luke chuckled as he cracked his knuckles loudly.

"Good!" Mishi chirped pleasantly, almost playfully, as she stood back and glanced down disdainfully at the crushed, worthless worm before her, "Just as he deserves," She leaned down and grabbed Greg by the jaw and lifted his head to make eye contact with him and said in the nastiest, cruelest, most contemptible tone: "Looks like you're up Shit's Creek, not Love's River, Greggie-Poo!"

And with that, she turned lightly on her toes and pranced out of Greg's little world of pain and suffering.

After years of being a cocksucker for Mishi and her black lovers, I decided to play it straight and try to shed this life of cocksucking. I met a beautiful, upright blonde church-going Christian girl and things were fine, I was seeing Chastity for about a year but then I just couldn't fight those desires inside of me. I needed cock. I saw this ad in a local paper's permisteral section stating:

"Dominant male seeks submissive male for discreet encounters. Write for more info" and the address.

I just could not fight it any longer and answered the ad with a very hot letter.

Marcus or "Master" as I called him, wrote me right back and gave me orders of how we were to meet. We met at a black bar he picked, we sat in a booth, had a few takes and talked. We discussed how things would work, which was simply I would service him whenever he wanted and do whatever he said. While at the bar he placed my hand under the table and made me rub his huge, hard black cock through his jeans. It felt so big and hard, and eventually we got up and went out to his truck. Once there he took his huge, uncut member out and had me stroke him as we drove to his place. Once there he put in a porno movie and we undressed. He sat on the couch and spread his legs, telling me to get down on my knees between them.

Once on my knees he grabbed my head and pulled me down to his balls and told me to lick them while I stroke his cock. As I licked and kissed his spunk filled nutsack, he enjoyed watching guys getting blown by other guys in the porno. He was experiencing just what they were as he watched it and said it was hot! Then a scene of a guy giving head to another guy in the shower came on and he decided we would head to the shower.

Once in, the hot water slapped against our hard bodies and he placed his hands on my shoulders. Looking into my eyes he easily pushed me down to my knees in the shower. He was so much bigger and stronger, easily controlling me. I looked up at him as he looked down at me and he began slapping my face with his big tool. He was enjoying it, enjoying humiliating me and I was loving it.

I reached down and gave my hard cock a couple strokes and he asked "What the hell are you doing? You don't touch yourself, your only concern is pleasing me. I don't care if your get pleasure or not, all you care about is getting me off and that is now your purpose in life. When my cock enters your mouth for the first time, that is when you become my slave. Then I own you and there is no turning back. Now lick my shaft and head so that my cock slides smoothly in and out of your mouth."

I licked his cock up and down and all over the bulbous crown, tasting some precum. Then he took his cock in one hand and held the head on my lips, he put his other hand on the back of my head. I looked up at him smiling down at me. With our eyes locked he held my head in place and thrust forward his hips, his cock powering my lips apart. It was so hot looking at each other as his cock entered my mouth. His large member quickly filled my hot mouth as my lips stretched around his shaft.

I swirled my tongue all around the plumb in my mouth, savoring the delectable flavor.

"Now that my black cock is in you mouth you are my cocksucking whiteboy slave until I say you are not and I plan to use you often."

With that I sucked in my cheeks around him and he placed both hands on either side of my head, holding me in place. Then with his hips, he began pumping his majestic black cock in and out of my mouth. I gently played with his balls and caressed his muscular legs and ass as he used my mouth as he wanted. There I was, on my knees, my mouth being used by a big black man, it was heaven.

Between moans he would verbally use me saying stuff like "take that black cock, bitch, suck on a real man's cock, this is as close to a real man as you will ever be! Most guys call other another guy a cocksucker when they want to insult him, because that is the lowest thing a man can do, suck the dick of another guy. And here you are doing it, you are smoking my log, you are a whiteboy cocksucking faggot!"

I was just loving it, being made to feel so cheap, being used, I had found my place, again.

He picked up the pace and was just ramming his rod into my mouth, I was gagging every so often but he did not care.

Then his breathing got deeper and I tasted some precum, followed by a huge moan of pleasure and a blast of his thick seed. He kept pumping as I swallowed it down tasting his hot spunk.

"Now you really are my bitch, that is the first of many loads you will be powerd to swallow," he moaned as he leaned against the shower wall, spent from his huge load.

We got out toweled off and went into the bedroom where he placed a dog collar around my neck and attached a leash, which he held the end of. He laid back on the bed and told me to get him hard again and give him nice long blowjob with attention to detail.

He told me what things he liked as I went along thereby training me to be his own permisterally customized cocksucker. He had me tell him how much I enjoyed being his slave and we talked back and forth as a gave him great head.

The hot talk only heightened the whole scene and his cock was even bigger than before. After a good hour he pulled on the leash and pushed me onto my back. He got over top of me and brought both my hands above my head. Then he wrapped the leash around my hands, keeping them together and held both my hands with his one hand. With his other hand he shoved his dick into my mouth and began to fuck my face.

There was nothing I could have done to stop him if I had wanted to, which I did not. But knowing he had control over me for real, turned me on more than I ever had been in my life. I just laid there as he used my mouth as he wished, loving it. It wasn't more than five minutes before he pulled out and sprayed his spunk all over my face. He rubbed it all over with his still hard cock before shoving it back in my mouth to clean it up and suck the last bit of cum out of the shaft..

He rolled off me and I jerked off as he slept, still enjoying the taste of his cum in my mouth and all over my face. I finally knew that I would never fight this life again, I was a slave to cock and I knew it.

So began my life as his slave, he would call me whenever he wanted to be serviced. Which was every other day, if not more. He knew I had a girlfriend and did not like it.

One time he called me over, just before I was going to take Chastity to a movie and he came in my mouth, rubbing it all over my lips.

He said, "When you kiss her tonight I want you to remember that my cum is in your mouth and all over your lips, and do not clean it up."

When I did kiss her I thought about it and got really turned on, knowing how much he controlled me. I often had to cancel dates with her to do as he ordered me to. One time he came over as I was going over to pick her up and said I was not going anywhere. He had me call her to tell her I could not make it and while talking to her, he had me sucking his cock. When done talking, he took the phone away and used my slave mouth as he wished. He was always a little rough and verbally abusive, it was the best.

After about two months and many loads, it was putting a strain on my relationship with Chastity. It was not hard to decide what to do. Yes, Chastity was a beautiful, rich blonde girl, young, pure and the object of so many men's fantasies... but she could never have a huge, black cock... When I was thinking of breaking up with Chastity one night, Master said:

"Let me make it easy for you" and he shoved his cock in my mouth. "You know this is what you want, it feels so good in your mouth doesn't it. You cannot fight it even if you wanted to, cock owns you, my cock. It is your life now and will be forever, you are a cocksucker and there is nothing you can do about it. You exist now only to service black men and do what they tell you. In the world there are guys that get sucked off and there are guys that do the sucking and you are one of the latter. You will break up with her if for only one reamister, I am ordering you to slave!"

He was right, it felt so good in my mouth and being used by another man gave me such pleasure, I knew what I had to do. Plus he was my black master and I was hit white bitch so I had to do what he said.

He told me I was going to break up with Chastity and tell her why- because I'm a black cock slave. He got a evil grin on his face and told me we were going to have some fun. I could not believe what he was planning and said it might not be such a good idea.

"If she finds out all my friends will know."

"You do not tell me what to do, I tell you what to do and when I do, you better do it! It does not matter if your friends know, your life is cock now, nothing else matters " he said sharply.

He insisted on driving me over to her parents' mansion and parking out front. After a few minutes, she came out to greet us. When she came out, I told her he could no longer go out with her. When she asked why, Marcus put his hand on my head and began to pull my head down, I resisted and let Chastity see this but then gave in and went down to my place.

I (reluctantly) unzipped Marcus's pants, and took him in my mouth right away and began sucking bigtime. He moaned and made sure she saw his pleasure and then told me to slowly come up and look at her and then he would pull me back down to his cock again. I came up and I could see she was stunned as she looked on. Then his hand went on my head and he pulled me back down and this time I did not show any signs of resistance. I took his cock back in my mouth and began giving him super head.

She stood looking in the van window, seeing my head bobbing up and down. Now there was no doubt that she knew what was taking place.

Master looked at her and showed her the pleasure on his face, the pleasure of using my mouth.

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indecent proposal



This started in a very unusual way, with a very unusual conclusion. My wife and I have been married for five years, we have been together for eight years.

My name is Sam and I am thirty, and my wife name is Amanda and she is twenty nine. Amanda is still after all this time very attractive. Amanda has long black hair, she is 5'3" and 130 lbs. I attribute part of this to the fact that we have never had any youngren. We were both busy with school and decided we had to wait before having kids.

While going through school we both accumulated a lot of debt, both from student loans and simple stupid credit card debt; and two cars that we cant really afford. Luckily Amanda is a nurse and is working, I am a real estate agent with a business degree. Things for me have been horrible. I sell maybe one house every other month and the bills had been piling up.

Amanda finally had to take a side job taking care of an older man to supplement our income. I didn't like the idea of Amanda working alone with another man but he was really old, and rich. We needed the money. One of Amanda's friends found the job for her. We really didn't have a choice in the matter. It didn't take long though before things between us began to change. Amanda was always tired and not in a very good mood; I really couldn't blame her.

One day when I got home from work Amanda was sitting in the bedroom in just her panties and a t-shirt. At first I was aroused but then I noticed that Amanda looked upset. I sat on the bed and asked her what was wrong? Amanda looked at me almost apologetically then said "We have to talk." I knew that conversation never ends well but there is also no way around it so I said "alright." Amanda looked down at the bed and said "please don't say anything until I finish, alright?" I nodded ok.

Amanda said "Today at work Mr. Hill said he wanted to talk to me. Mr. Hill has a lot of medical problems, that's why I'm there, you know that." I nodded. "Well Mr. Hill said he had a proposal for me. Mr. Hill told me that he can not get an erection, but that he still has sexual urges." At that point I said "What the hell happened today!" Amanda then snapped back "You promised you would let me finish, now let me finish what I have to say!" I was so stunned by what she was saying that I really couldn't say anything else.

Amanda then continued "Mr. Hill can't get an erection, but he said he still has sexual urges. Mr. Hill said he thinks I am very attractive too. Well he said that he can't relax with me but that he wants me to have sex with someone else in front of him while he watches. He also said he wants to tape it. Mr. Hill said he would pay me ten thousand dollars if I let someone fuck me in front of him, then he wants to "clean me" after."

My first thought was that I was going to go ******* that old man. Then I thought, maybe I can fuck her in front of him, because we could really use the ten thousand. I just sat there for a minute then Amanda shook her head and said "No, it can't be you. I actually asked. I felt like a slut just asking him that but he said no." Then I said "Well fuck him, tell him no!" Amanda looked sad again then said "We need the money Sam, you know it. When is the last time you sold a house? We have bills piling up, we have to do something. I can't go on living like this." Then Amanda started to cry. I think that's what did it; at least I like to think it is.

Finally I said "It's up to you. I know we need the money, and I know that's my fault. If you really want to do it, then I understand." Amanda then said "I don't want to, I just don't know what else to do." I said "I'm sorry, I know. I didn't mean want to, I just meant if you decide to. I understand." Amanda then said "you wouldn't leave me?" I shook my head no. Amanda then grabbed me tightly and said "make love to me, please." We had sex, I was hard and didn't even realize it. In fact we had amazing sex. Afterward Amanda said "I guess I'll tell him tomorow." then she fell arelax in my arms.

The next day while Amanda was at work was the longest day of my life. I just sat there in the house staring at the clock. I didn't want to watch t.v., I didn't want to eat. All I could think of was what Amanda was doing, or who.

When Amanda got home that day I tried not to rush her. I let her come in and she went to the bedroom to change as usual. I just sat on the couch and waited for her to come out. When she did come out she sat on the couch next to me and looked at me for a minute and began, "Well I told him I would do it". I shook my head as if to say "ok". Then I asked "Well what then?" Amanda looked down and said "Well what do you want to know?" I said "Well after you said ok, then what happened? I mean did you just go back to work or what? You can tell me, it's ok. We talked about this last night and like I said, I understand."

Amanda said "I'm sorry, I don't want to talk about this right now.", and got up. My head was swimming, I couldn't think of anything else and she didn't want to talk about it. I couldn't push her though so I just turned on the t.v. Amanda came back and sat on the couch and she had a wine cooler. Amanda does not take often so I assumed something probably happened today at work, but I respected what she wanted and asked no questions. I just got up and got a beer from the fridge and sat back down next to her. We just sat and watched t.v. and drank for hours. Neither one of us saying anything.

Finally Amanda turned to me and said "do you still want to know about today?" I said "yes, it's hard not knowing." I think Amanda understood that, and she shook her head as if she understood. Amanda then said "Well when I told Mr. Hill that I accepted he just smiled and said good. Then Mr. Hill came over to me and started unbuttoning my pants. I asked him what he was doing and he said that if he is going to pay me ten thousand dollars he wants to see what he's getting." At that point Amanda hung her head down and I saw a tear run down her cheek; Amanda quickly brushed it off. Amanda then with her head still down continued "he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and slid them off me. Then he slid my panties off. Mr. Hill told me to "TURN AROUND AND BEND OVER!" Now the tears were coming down her face steady. "When I did Mr. Hill began touching me, putting his fingers inside me. Mr. Hill told me he has a friend that he is going to bring by the house tommorow that is going to fuck me. He said his friend is in good shape and is going to fuck me really hard so I better be ready for it. He told me that he wanted me to wear my sluttiest clothes for him and that I will have to do whatever he tells me to do. He said his friend Brad has a huge cock and that I'm going to love it. Then he asked me if I told you about the offer." I asked her "well what did you say?" Amanda replied "I told him no".

At that point I just held her. Amanda was upset but for some reamister I was turned on. I didn't understand it but the thought of Mr. Hill making her take her pants and panties off so he could finger her made me hard. Even the thought of some guy with a huge cock fucking her tommorow made me hard. What was wrong with me?

At that point I kissed her. Then I started to undress her. Amanda said no at first but I couldn't help it, I just kept on going. Amanda said she didn't want to a couple times but then she just let me undress her. When she was naked I went down on her licking her clean shaven pussy lips, imagining Mr. Hill putting his fingers in her earlier that day. After a few minutes Amanda was really wet, had she already been a little wet before I started?

Then Amanda said "fuck me Sam". Not make love to me, but fuck me. That was new, and that is exactly what I wanted to do. I turned her around right there on the couch and fucked her, hard. While I did Amanda told me to "fuck me harder". I did, it was the best sex we had in a very long time. After we both went to bed, but I couldn't relax until about 3 a.m. I could only think about what would happen with Amanda the next day at Mr. Hill's house.

Merci pour l'histoire en français... Bonne continuation

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The Pack


I wasn't going to be intimidated by the stupid men who lived in the village. Walking confidently along the narrow path that lead through the woods I was determined to ignore the noises, the *****ile cackling and shouts coming from a short distance behind me.

We had been happy at first having moved into the area from the city. Our cottage needed renovating and that's when things started to go wrong. These people had their own ways as country folk do and maybe we were wrong to employ local, and not very professional labour rather than an established city firm. As an affluent couple in our early thirties we need not have tried to make economies. The work was shoddy and the men lazy, and my husband lost no time in complaining.

As for myself I felt a little responsible, guilty that I had encouraged the men to be lax. Having given up work temporarily until we settled in I had become bored at home in that isolated cottage and idle minds get up to mischief. I had enjoyed the attention I was getting from that bunch of rough men and when my husband was at work I sometimes had the urge to do quite naughty things -- like dress to tease. I would wear thin see-through dresses and tops and purposely stand against the light chatting to them, knowing they would be able to see through my clothes. I wore very low cut tops baring my midriff together with skirts so tight and short that they may have qualified as belts. Neither was I bashful about the occasional flash of panties when I bent over or climbed out of the car.

I remember one hot day when all five men were standing in the yard when I drove up and swung open the door of our low sporty soft-top car. I stretched one long leg out of the vehicle then pretended to be sorting out my stuff. The effect on the men was electric -- as it was on me -- their chatter and chuckling stopped and they just stood and stared with lewd grimaces as my short tight skirt rode up my thighs to expose the front of my pink lace panties. When I finally climbed out of the car I smiled sexily and sweetly at them letting them know I had done it all intentionally just to tease them.

It was when they were working on the roof of the old stables that I picked my time to go into the bedroom or bathroom -- and partly undress. The roof was about level with the upstairs windows of the cottage and pretending not to be aware of them looking I would pull my top over my head or slowly unfasten the buttons of my shirt before slipping it off. Sometimes I would parade around a while with just my bra covering my upper body. One of my more daring moments was when I answered the door to two of the men, with my shirt undone and apart, and let them have a leisurely look while I kept the conversation going unnecessarily.

Over the weeks I found that just being stood talking to them or of being a short distance away was enough to arouse. It was the dirty way they looked at me. These were rough men, big men, stripped to their waists when it was hot, dirty and sweaty. They never attempted to hide signs of the lust they felt and would blatantly stare at my breasts, smirking. They liked also to see my embarrassment (and often excitement) when a bulge would start to grow in their groin. They would know my eyes would keep darting to look at their crotch and would smirk at each other then me displaying their manhood's through their pants.

Then came the day when my husbands' patience ran out at the slow pace of their work. He stormed into the barn one morning with a list of things to complain about. The row went on for a long time with threats of litigation and refusal to pay and much more. I kept out of the way after that; until the day it rained very hard.

I was walking across the yard feeling the eyes of the men burrowing into me. It was between heavy showers and the cobred area was slippy. I had just reached a place where the cobbles gave way to a muddy three-inch deep puddle of rainwater when I stupidly glanced round at the staring men and went sprawling into the mire. With legs akimbo I struggled to get up but fell again into the muddy water to the laughter of the men who by now had approached me. Sobbing and humiliated I stopped struggling for a moment while I tried to regain my composure and dignity. I found myself looking up at the men, helpless and completely at their mercy. I realised that between their laughter and mocking comments that their eyes focused between my legs and roamed over my body. The water had made my clothes see-through and as I glanced down even I could make out the redness of my nipples through the white wet top. But more interesting for them, was as my legs were wide and my right knee bent they had a clear view of my pussy, as my wet skirt, clinging to my thighs, had ridden all the way up my legs.

They stood on the edge of the pool and stared, now silently, down at me with a mixture of lewdness and contempt. I felt a little scared and my heart raced, knowing that they had no intention of helping me -- then I saw evidence of one man getting an erection!

"Sexy wet bitch doesn't look so high and mighty now!" said one.

I gasped as the hand of another man went to feel his crotch and grabbing the bulge circled his palm like he was stimulating his penis openly. It was then I became aware that because of my stunned disbelief of their ungentlemanly behaviour that I had made no attempt to cover myself. I saw several pairs of eyes focused between my legs and conscious of the sexual effect it was having on the men I experienced a very shocking and unexpected emotion. I was getting a strange feeling, a thrill from being in this position of complete helplessness. I knew that if the men chose to, they could do all manner of things to me and make me beg for mercy as I submitted to their lust.

A foot came out and pressing against the inner thigh of my left leg he powerd my knees wider apart. I could have just as quickly closed my thighs together but I didn't. Leaning up on my forearms I sat there in the mud, not crying, not screaming, just looking back at them -- and they noticed right away my unusual and unexpected response and seemed to detect a certain telling expression on my face.

The men had become serious and were no longer laughing loudly. Still, three of them played with the front of their pants and now I openly stared back watching with interest the movement of their hands. One man, who had always seemed more evil and lewd, stepped up the edge of the muddy puddle. His eyes told me he was going to do something to shock me, to upset me, make me scream out, amuse his uncouth friends. They were just as shocked as I was when he undid his fly and pulling out his cock he began to urinate into the water.

He showed his utter contempt for both my husband and I by his humiliating dirty act. He remarked that now, 'the posh stuck up rich city bitch' was getting what she deserved. If he expected me to scream he had got it wrong. The incredible feeling I was experiencing from being a total submissive was intensified. Instead of screaming I found myself focusing intently on the thickness of the penis and the bulbous red head that had that little slit gushing forth a strong stream of piss into the water I was sitting in. I felt the warmness reach my legs and took in a deep breath -- and still, to the men's amazement my legs stayed wide apart. I didn't care that all men stood waiting for me to react in a way a normal woman should, I ogled at the semi-flaccid penis, much thicker than my husbands' or indeed any other I had even seen. I watched patiently, until his piss finished streaming.

Two hands came from nowhere and I was lifted up. An unshaven face was close to mine looking coldly into my eyes. I could feel a hardness against my tummy and I'm sure the man detected the faint sign of a smile on my face. My hands were lifted above my head, and before I knew it the wet top was pulled off, over my head. I felt all eyes on my breasts before someone said I should be hosed down. My wet skirt was clinging to my hips now and the mud was doing a better job of covering my modesty than my clothes were.

Now I cried out -- the water was cold and took away my breath. Stood there in the corner of the yard one man doused me with the slow flowing hosepipe while two others wiped away the mud from my body. The others watched quietly as the hands and fingers of their pals touched and rubbed my very private places. I whimpered, but not because of the wandering hand or liberties taken, I complained only about the coldness of the water. Almost simultaneously one voice suggested we should all go inside where they could 'warm me up' while the other commanded, 'Take her bra off'.

None of those things happened but I was ashamed later to admit that I was happy to have gone along with both requests, and the men knew that. My arms had already moved out from my side, bent at the elbows as they do allow garments to fall away. One strap was already slipped off my shoulder. Unprompted I had taken several steps toward the house with the men following me.

It was the sound of an engine that prevented any plans from being completed. The men, startled, and brought back to reality quickly bundled me away but I resisted and yelled urgently for someone to retrieve my top. I was as anxious as the men were to hide any evidence of what had transpired -- a fact that I'm sure would get their brain cells pondering for many a hour afterwards. Shouldn't I have screamed and called for help - not assist them in covering their tracks?

When the approaching vehicle pulled into the yard the men were back at their tasks. It was not my husband as they had feared but one of our suppliers, come to bring a quote. With a robe pulled around me I explained calmly my accident in the yard, falling into a muddy puddle and avoided any questioning by letting my robe slip open to both divert his attention and prove my story was true in essence. His eyes popped out of his head and it was actually harder to get rid of him.

Over the next couple of days the men must have been on tenterhooks. I glanced at them frequently from a distance seeing the confusion and anxiety on their faces. When I was with my husband I avoided directly looking at them but I knew what was going through their minds and guessed what they talked about over a take. They had gone just a little too far that day and they would wonder why I hadn't called the police or at least told my husband. Some of them had committed very dirty depraved acts and it must have confused then no end when later they realised I would have let them take me in the house and I was about to allow them to take off my bra.

It must have been obvious to them -- as it was to me -- that if the visitor hadn't interrupted that things would have gone much further -- that sex of some sort would have almost certainly have taken place. Like the men I also pondered the question; why had I been so willing and submissive?

Anyway, that was a couple of months ago and since then the men had been fired off. I still ran into them occasionally in the village and got this funny feeling when I caught them staring at me. They held a grudge over losing the work as everyone in the village knew and it seemed to me that they would have loved to get revenge on my husband through me. They would intimidate me by looking for a chance to corner me when they would just stand in front of me blocking my path and smirk while they blatantly ogled my breasts and legs.

If Steve, my husband, and I were in the pub of an evening and I made a visit to the ladies room I would expect to be cornered in the little corridor and sometimes one of them would stroke my arm and they would grin when I gasped and looked frightened. Even when at the village stores I would expect that when I went back to the little secluded car park that two or more would watch me load my shopping away and openly stare from a few yards away watching while I got into the car and drove off.

I can't explain why I still wore short skirts and low tops and bent over into the vehicle or didn't take enough care when stretching my legs into the driver's seat. Maybe I hoped if they enjoyed a brief look and knew they had succeeds in humiliating me that they would be satisfied and they would leave Steve and me alone.

It was silly for me to carry on into the woods when I had known they were following me. I walked along and tried to ignore both them, and the fact that I was experiencing a strange kind of excitement inside. The feeling was weird and it made me feel very disturbed and guilty somewhat; because it felt like their was something sexual about it. I denied that fact to myself continually as I walked along and told my 'other self' that I was simply going to carry on exercising my right to walk in the woods and maybe sit and take in the sun for a while.

Behind me was quiet now and I walked a little further till I came to a small clearing and sat down on the coat I had brought in case there was a shower. I relaxed but every now and then certain noises from the shrubs made me feel I was being watched. My weird feeling increased but I stayed put where I was. Determined to carry on enjoying my leisure time I took off my top let the sun warm my skin. What did it matter if someone was there as I wore not underwear but swimwear, a simple everyday bikini? For that same reamister, when I lay back, what did it matter if my dress blew up around my hips?

Relaxing I lay back and felt the sun on my skin and now dozing I felt my thoughts drifting away and that odd feeling was creating fantasy's inside my head. The fantasy that I was being surrounded my those crude men was swiftly dispelled when I felt the warmth of the sun give way to a cool darker draft and opening my eyes to see what was shading me I tensed, giving off a cry when I discovered that my fantasy was fact.

I looked up at the grinning and mocking men, scared of making a move. One, who had my top in his hands, began to rub it against his crotch. I noticed now that each and every one of the four men had a considerable bulge in the front of his pants.

"Can I have my clothing back?" I pleaded, knowing full well it wouldn't be that easy.

The eyes of the men examined every inch of my body and I even saw how their penises twitched and stiffened.

"Sure," said one, "Follow us, we'll give it back when we reach the edge of the woods."

I sat up now and watched them stroll away turning and waving the top at me giggling like immature boys teasing other kids.

"Come on then!" they goaded.

I stood and slowly followed them back into the woods but just as I was at the edge of the clearing hands grabbed me and pulled me to the ground. One of the men had hidden behind a bush and jumped out on me. As I struggled and screamed the others laughed; my arms were raised over my head and strong hands clamped my wrists holding me down making my breasts heave and push out as I sucked in deep breaths. The men went quieter now while they fed their lust by gazing at my rising chest covered only by my bikini top. I went very weak and stopped struggling, just gazing back up at them.

"There will also be a forfeit to pay!" sneered the man holding me down.

I smelt his sweat and felt the roughness of his unshaven face against my cheek as he whispered aloud in my ear. His lips brushed mine when he moved his head forward and then our eyes locked. He kissed me briefly again before staring back into my eyes, surprised that I hadn't struggled or screamed. I sensed that the other men were tense and watching intently then saw for myself when the man nuzzled his mouth into my neck making me squirm and wriggle. Now he was becoming very aroused and at least one of the standing men played with the front of his pants.

It was an electric shocking moment when again our eyes locked and I tried to push myself up before going limp -- and submissive. The man took advantage and pressing his lips hard against mine he powerd his tongue into my mouth making me automatically attempt to resist -- because that is what a woman ought to do isn't it? I wriggled and squirmed for a minute as he alternately nibred my neck kissed me full on the lips and ran his tongue down my cleavage. I felt his hardness and it seemed futile and pointless to maintain my struggle but sorry I still wriggled my body and it took a while for me to realise I was doing it in a very different way.

I caught glimpses of the other men and felt they could read my mind and sense the weirdness of my emotions. I let out a moan instead of a desperate cry and everyone saw how my mouth opened to accept the tongue of the slobbering man holding me down. Between wet kisses our eyes locked and I gave up any attempt to hide the fact that I was feeling thrilled and aroused. As he pushed his cock against my belly I even gave off a faint smile kissing him back and responding.

"Hey, you've had your turn!" yelled one of the men pulling back his shoulder.

At the very same time a laughing moron yanked down my loose skirt and dancing around with it over his head he and the others returned to their normal state of stupidity. Now, in just my bikini I felt vulnerable in that wood as the men bid me to follow them carrying all three items of clothing, the third being my coat which had my keys, phone and money inside the pocket.

It felt chilly now as I followed them into the wood protesting, appealing to their better nature and simply begging for them to be reamisterable -- to no avail.

"Please!" I begged for the thousandth time.

The men had slowed and now I was stood amongst them. I was startled when I felt two hands take hold of me from behind and shivered a little when they traced a line around my midriff, one hand resting just under my breasts. I guessed they would all want a kiss and a grope before they returned my clothes and had really resigned myself to this fact. So when I easily succumbed to the man's advances it was read a different way.

"She's loving it!"

Many hands now fondled me ignoring my sobs and pleas while slobbering mouths wet my face and body. For a couple of minutes they mauled and felt me then I cried out when suddenly the strap holding my bikini top fell loose. Instantly my arms covered my bust, hiding my nipples from view, as it was too late to grab the garment.

"Please, no!" I cried constantly as the men tried to make me uncover my breasts tempting me with the promise they would return my clothes in exchange for my cooperation.

"We could rip off your lower half as well!" threatened one.

"No, Please!"

Stood in the middle and helpless I held my arms across my breasts as the one I called the evil one -- the one who had urinated in the pool unzipped his pants. Clearly he had dark propensity to piss in front of women as he answered his friends' shout of, "You're not going to fucking do that again are you?" with an affirmative answer. Hands and fingers were all over me once again as they coaxed me, feeling me while they licked and kissed me.

With all the different hands touching my together with the feeling of helpless vulnerability and virtual nakedness the strange emotion returned, more intense and powerful than before. I looked directly at the stiff cock being handled right before me and found I had allowed a finger or two to delve between spaces in the folds of my arms and touch my nipple.

"Come on, move your hand, lets see your tits!"

The urge was too much and whispering that they had to keep their promise I moved my left hand and let them see my naked breast, complete with stiff nipple. Immediately a mouth closed around it and sucked making me cry out while the men gasped with lust. Through the haze of abnormal thoughts and sensations I could tell the other men expected and were waiting, for me to change my mind and fight. They may have been as confused as I was when I sobbed and moaned but stayed quite still letting the man lick and suck my tit, sometimes hard and roughly, before letting my right hand fall away from my right breast to surrender it to their depravity. In no time at all another mouth closed over my nipple and there I stood, a man on each tit, arms outstretched, whimpering, but gazing intently at a third who was masturbating in front of me.