les histoires de chrislebo

Rossée dans le parking


C'est l'heure de la fermeture du supermarché. Tout le monde se précipite vers les caisses. C'est la cohue complète.
-Tient, salut Simone, tu vas bien ? Depuis tout ce temps. On s'appelle un de ces jours, chérie ?
-Pas de problème, répond Simone, tu as mes coordonnées ?
Elles papotent sans remarquer le bouchon qui se forme à la caisse.
Simone s’est une black d'une cinquantaine d'années, qui doit peser dans les cent kilos. Très musclée.
-Oh, les africaines, çà va, gronde Marcelle. On ne va pas y passer la journée. Faites vous la bise, et n'en parlons plus.
Marcelle, quarante ans, avoisine les quatre vingt dix kilos. C'est l'été, elle est vêtue d'une robe fleurie assez ample, et, comme à mister habitude, elle ne porte rien dessous. Nadine, sa nièce, âgée de dix neuf ans l'accompagne. Elle est vêtue d'un mini short, et d'un petit haut.
-Chut, tata, on n’est pas pressées, calme Nadine.
- On ne va pas se faire emmerder par des blacks, poursuit Marcelle.
Simone ne répond pas, mais fusille Marcelle d'un regard méchant.

Marcelle arrive à sa voiture garée au parking souterrain, et commence à décharger mister caddy. Le parking est vide.
-Ce soir, salade fraiche et légumes, çà te vas ma chérie ?
-Bien sur tante, surtout que j'adore les concombres, répond Nadine.
-Et toi là bas, dit une voix. Tu voulais dire quoi tout à l'heure.
-Elle est encore là la connasse, dit Marcelle. Elle doit vouloir que je l'emplâtre.
Marcelle se relève du coffre. Elle est accueillie par une gifle magistrale. Le coup est si violent, qu'elle met un genou à terre. Elle sent un bourdonnement dans mister oreille gauche.
Elle parvient malgré tout à se relever, et à faire face.
-Arrêtez enfin, crie Nadine, çà ne va pas. Vous n’allez pas vous battre pour çà.
Simone s'avance. Les deux grosses femmes s'empoignent par les cheveux. Encore légèrement misternée, Marcelle fléchit sous la power de la black. Elle pose un genou à terre, et se fait tirer au sol par le haut de sa robe. Elle ne peut s'empêcher de crier.
Marcelle essaie de se défendre, mais reste maladroite. Tandis que Simone garde mister calme. Les deux femmes se relèvent. Simone prend mister adversaire par le cou, et serre légèrement. Marcelle desserre mister étreinte. Simone en profite pour glisser une main entre ses jambes, et la soulève comme une plume, l'a décollant littéralement du sol, et la couche vulgarement sur le capot de sa voiture. Avec ses bras, Marcelle en prendre la tête de la black en étau. C'est un combat de titans. Simone maintient Marcelle bloqué sur le capot. Bizarrement, la grosse blonde relâche sa prise. Ses bras glissent lentement le long des épaules de Simone, et finissent en croix sur le capot.
-Oh oui, gratte bien là, soupire Marcelle.
Simone a enfoncé ses doigts dans la chatte de Marcelle. Seul le pouce excite le clitoris entièrement décalotté. Après ses bras, c'est maintenant ses jambes que Marcelle écarte.
-Hé, jeune fille, viens voir comme je gouine ta tante, et si tu te foutais à poil.
Marcelle fait passer sa robe par dessus sa tête. Elle est entièrement nue sous le parking.
-Comme çà? C'est vrai que je suis bien. Oh putain, comme tu me doigtes. Que c'est bon.
-Allez, bouge ton gros cul salope, ordonne Simone. Tu as du en prendre des coups de queues toi. A voir la grosseur de ta chatte. Tu te régales là, hein?
-C'est pas parce que je suis grosse que je n’ai pas le droit de jouir, gémit Marcelle. ha..ha..là. oui..ouiiii.
Son cri de plaisir raimisterne dans le parking. Elle glisse du capot, toujours empalée sur les doigts de Simone. Un pied touche le sol, l'autre s'appuie sur le pare choc. Sa chatte reste entièrement offerte. La black se retourne, et aperçoit Nadine une main dans mister short.
-Dis, petite pute, qu'est-ce-que tu fais? Fais-moi passer un concombre plutôt que j'encule la pouffiasse.
Nadine obéit. Vicieuse, elle prend le plus gros.
-Mouille le bien dans sa chatte, dit la black. C'est toi qui va le lui mettre. Tu veux bien connasse ?
-Si tu veux, se soumet Marcelle en larmes. Mais gratte-moi le bouton aussi.
Marcelle hurle de douleur quand le légume l'a pénètre. Faut dire que Nadine n'y est pas allée avec le dos de la cuillère, quant au calibre du concombre.
-Je vous laisse, dit Simone. Tu peux jouer avec elle, gamine. Tiens mes coordonnées, tu m'appelle si elle n’est pas sage, ou désobéissante.
-Tu as entendu tata, tu vas m'écouter, d'accord ?
-Tout ce que tu veux ma chérie, accepte Marcelle, mais rentrons à la maimister, s'il te plait. Tu pourras t'amuser avec moi tant que tu veux.

Une bonne partie de la nuit, Marcelle va hurler de plaisir. Sa nièce va la prendre dans les positions les plus obscènes. Elle va l'humilier, le traitant de grosse pute. Qu'elle a une chatte et un trou à bites. Marcelle joui tellement, qu'elle accepte tous les jeux sadiques de sa nièce.
Pour finir, Nadine lui administre une fessée magistrale, et lui fait jurer de se donner à elle quand bon lui semble.
Toute heureuse, Marcelle donne mister accord en prenant sa nièce à pleine lèvres.

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Der Polizistinnen Hinterhalt


WARNUNG! Diese Story beinhaltet starke Gewalt, extreme Erniedrigung und sehr harten Sex. Wer so etwas nicht lesen will, sollte diese Geschichte nicht weiterlesen. Ich weise auch ausdrücklich darauf hin, dass diese Story keine ethnische Gruppe diskriminieren will oder eine Meinung über eine Volksgruppe wiedergibt! Außerdem wird so etwas nicht in der Realität gutgeheißen oder gewollt!!! Es ist reine Fantasie und da ist bekanntlich alles erlaubt.

Alles begann an einem späten Sonntag abend im August. Noch immer brachte der hereinbrechende Abend keine Abkühlung von diesem heißen Sommertag, der mit fast 35° C mal wieder alle Rekorde zu brechen schien. Seit ein paar Stunden waren wir nun unterwegs auf Streife in der Innenstadt. Die Fenster unseres Streifenwagens hatten wir runtergelassen, anmistersten wäre die Hitze in dem stickigen Passat nicht zu ertragen gewesen. Wir trugen unsere kurzärmligen beige-gelben Uniformblusen (hier hatte man noch nicht auf blau umgestellt), die dunkelgrünen Einsatzhosen, die bei der BePo üblich waren und unsere toughen schwarzen Einsatzstiefel. Mit meiner neuen Partnerin, der Polizeiobermeisterin Kathrina hatte ich die ganze Streife über kaum ein Wort gewechselt. Seitdem ich vor zwei Wochen in dieses Revier und dieses Bundesland versetzt worden war, spürte man eine starke Spannung zwischen mir und meiner neuen Streifenpartnerin Kathrina oder Kathi, wie sie alle auf dem Revier nannten.

Kathi war 29 Jahre, wirkte aber mit ihrem „süßem Mädchengesicht" deutlich jünger. Sie hatte schulterlange schwarze Haare, eine schlanke Figur und einen ziemlich süßen Knackarsch in ihrer straff sitzenden grünen Uniformhose. Ihre Brüste waren kleiner als meine, eine Handvoll, was ich ihr auch immer deutlich vor Augen führte, wenn ich meine eine Nummer zu kleine Uniformbluse trug. Schon deshalb war ich jetzt ihre „Konkurrentin" auf der Wache, da sie vorher das „Revierküken" und die Schönheit des Reviers war. Ich, die langhaarige Blondine aus Niedersachsen, die sich nach NRW hatte versetzen lassen, da sie auf ihrem alten Revier diverse Schwierigkeiten hatte; die 23 jährige bildhübsche, schlanke Polizeikommissarin, die sich auf Anhieb gleich mit allen männlichen Kollegen gut verstand. Zu gut scheinbar, denn Kathis Freund, der ebenfalls bei dieser Inspektion arbeitete, hatte ein Auge auf mich geworfen. Mir war nicht entgangen, dass er ständig das Gespräch mit mir suchte und mir permanent auch auf meinen Hintern starrte, was ich nicht unbedingt so schlecht fand. Auch Kathi war das nicht entgangen und seitdem knirschte es zwischen uns. Heute war es zum ersten mal zur direkten Konfrontation zwischen uns gekommen. Im Umkleideraum hatte sie mich angepault, dass meine schwarzen Einsatzstiefel nicht ganz sauber wären. Daraufhin kam es zu einem heftigen Wortwechsel zwischen uns, der im eisigen Schweigen endete. Rein theoretisch hatte ich den höheren Dienstgrad, allerdings hatte der Dienststellenleiter klar gesagt, dass Kathi als Einheimische und Dienstältere erst mal die Streifenführerin war, bis ich voll eingearbeitet sein würde. So fuhren wir nun also in den Abend hinein.

Über Funk kam plötzlich die Meldung, dass eine Gruppe ausländischer Mitbürger auf dem Marktplatz Passanten anpöbeln, laute Musik hören und Parkbänke beschädigen solle. Uns war klar, dass es sich wieder um eine der türkischen Jugendgangs handeln musste, die in der Innenstadt immer wieder für Ärger sorgten.

„Los, lass uns hinfahren, die übernehmen wir. Wird Zeit, dass diesen Türkenbengeln mal jemand zeigt wo´s langgeht",

meinte ich gleich zu Kathi. Sie nickte und gab Gas.

„Man, die machen wir jetzt richtig zur Schnecke. Wenn die von zwei Frauen zur Sau gemacht werden ist das richtig geil",

sagte Kathi gegen das Martinshorn ansprechend. Jetzt waren wir uns wieder einig. Diese Türkengangs waren nicht gerade beliebt bei uns. Kleine Machojungs, die alles taten um aufzufallen und deutsche Mädels flachzulegen oder „deutsche Spießer" anzupöbeln. Wir dachten beide das gleiche, wir würden in unseren Uniformen und mit unserer Autorität diese Türken demütigen. Von zwei jungen Polizistinnen gedemütigt, in aller Öffentlichkeit, das würde diesen Banditen richtig wehtun. Beide waren wir plötzlich wieder vereint und voller Diensteifer.

Als wir um die Ecke bogen und den Marktplatz erreichten, sahen wir die Türken schon von weitem. Sie hingen dort auf den Bänken an der Bußhalte stelle rum und genossen ihre Machoattitüden. Es waren 12 Jungs und 2 Mädels der schlimmsten Sorte. Alle nicht älter als 21, im vollen Rapperoutfit, mit Goldketten und tiefsitzenden Trainingshosen und Caps auf dem Kopf. Die beiden Mädels waren auch Stadt- und polizeibekannt aufgrund ihrer vielen Prügeleien und Körperverletzungsanzeigen. Als wir vorfuhren machten sie keine Anstalten sich zu verkrümeln. Kathi und ich nahmen unsere Schlagstöcke und stiegen cool und lässig aus dem Streifenwagen. Man sah uns unsere Arroganz regelrecht an.

„So, Abflug",

meinte Kathi gleich zu Mehmet, dem Anführer der Gang.

„Hey, was willst du Bullin, wir haben gar nischts gemacht, ey",

kam die patzige Antwort. Kathi zog ihren Schlagstock und hielt ihn Mehmet an den Hals.

„Pass auf was du sagst, Freudchen",

meinte sie in einem eisigen Tonfall.

„Wenn du und deine Weichbirnenfreunde euch nicht gleich hier verzieht gibt's Ärger!"

Drei der anderen Türken sprangen empört auf und wollten auf Kathi zu. Ich stellte mich ihnen aber sofort breitbeinig in den Weg und zückte auch meinen großen Schlagstock.

„Bleibt bloß wo ihr seid, misterst gibt's ne Abreibung", prahlte ich. Wütend blieben die Türken stehen.

„So, jetzt hört mal alle her! Wir erteilen euch jetzt Platzverweise für den gesamten Marktplatz und die Innenstadt bis morgen früh, cappische?"

Kathi grinste und auch ich lachte den Türken höhnisch ins Gesicht. Passanten, die sich inzwischen um uns versammelt hatten, applaudierten genussvoll. Wir wussten, dass diese Demütigung den Türken richtig wehtaten und sie entehrten, und genau das wollten wir!

Nach kurzem Zögern und beraten, begannen sich die Türken und die zwei Türkenmädels zu trollen. Sie fluchten und schimpften auf türkisch, als sich die zwei Türkinnen noch mal umdrehten und direkt ansahen.

„Das werdet ihr zwei Bullinnen noch bereuen, das versprechen wir euch!"

Ich fing an zu lachen und Kathi auch.

„Geht mal lieber schnell nach Haus und trinkt eure Fläschchen mit Babymilch",

lachten wir beide uns schlapp.

Wenn wir gewusst hätten was eine Stunde später passieren würde, hätten wir nicht mehr gelacht...

Eine Stunde lang fuhren wir weiter Streife durch die Stadt. Unsere Laune hatte sich durch den kleinen Zwischenfall enorm gebessert. Wir fühlten uns klasse, es diesen Türkenschweinen endlich mal so richtig gezeigt zu haben und sie in der Öffentlichkeit so richtig entehrt zu haben. Was wir nicht wussten war, dass die Türkengang längst einen finsteren Plan gefasst hatte, der heute das Leben von Kathi und mir völlig verändern würde.

Wir erhielten plötzlich einen Funkspruch, das etwas außerhalb im Stadtwald ein Mädchen belästigt worden sei. Sie hätte ausdrücklich nach weiblichen Polizisten gefragt, da es ihr unangenehm wäre, alles vor männlichen Kollegen zu berichten. Da wir gerade keinen Einsatz hatten und die einzige weibliche Streife an diesem Abend waren, meldeten wir der Zentrale, dass wir das übernehmen würden. Kathi gab sofort Vollgas.

10 Minuten später kamen wir am Stadtwald an. Am Eingang des Waldweges war jedoch niemand zu sehen, so dass wir beschlossen noch ein Stück in den Wald hineinzufahren. Wir kamen immer tiefer in den Wald. Irgendwann entdeckten wir auf einem abgelegenen Waldparkplatz ein umgestürztes Fahrrad. Das musste etwas mit unserem Fall zu tun haben. Kathi steuerte mit unserem grün-silbernen Passat den Parkplatz an. Niemand war zu sehen.

„Ok, sehen wir uns mal ein bisschen um",

schlug Kathi vor. Beide stiegen wir aus und schoben unsere Schlagstöcke, die wir normalerweise nicht trugen, misterdern im Wagen liegen hatte vorsichtshalber in unsere Ausrüstungsgürtel. Wir zwei sahen schon ziemlich cool aus, straff sitzende grüne Uniformen, der martialische Gürtel, mit Waffe, Holster, Handschellen, Taschenlampe, Munitionstasche und jetzt auch noch den Schlagstock dazu. Unsere grünen Diensthosen hatten wir schön reingekrempelt, damit unserer schwarzen Einsatzstiefel auch gut zu sehen waren. Wir waren stolz zwei toughe junge Polizistinnen zu sein.

Als wir beim Fahrrad ankamen, ging Kathi in die Hocke, um das Bike näher zu betrachten. Auch ich war abgelenkt und schaute auf Kathi runter und bewunderte etwas irritiert über mich selbst ihren süßen Körper, der da vor mir hockte. So konnte ich nicht die Türkengang bemerken, die sich halbkreisförmig von hinten an uns rangeschlichen hatte. Ihr gnadenloser Hinterhalt schnappte zu.

Ich wurde plötzlich von hinten an beiden Armen gepackt und nach hinten weggezogen. Kathi erging es wesendlich schlechter. Die zwei Türkenmädels sprangen von hinten heran und traten Kathi von hinten mit ihren spitzen weißen Tussenstiefeln voll in den Rücken. Schmerzerfüllt schreiend sackte Kathi nach vorne weg. Eine der Türkinnen, die auf den Namen Hülya hörte, stellte sich sofort neben Kathi und begann ihr mit voller Wucht in den Bauch zu treten. Die andere, Eylin, stellte sich hinter Kathi und trat Kathi wieder in den Rücken. Kathi wusste überhaupt nicht wie ihr geschah. Sie wurde nur noch von den Stiefeln der Türkengirls wie eine hilflose Puppe hin und hergetreten, völlig umbarmherzig.

„Ja, Bullenmiststück, du sollst leiden unter Türkenstiefeln!"

Kathi stöhnte und keuchte vor Schmerz. Aber sie kannten keine Gnade. Kathis Körper zuckte unter den erbarmungslosen Tritten der Türkinnen auf dem Waldboden hin und her. Sie genossen es sichtlich eine Polizistin hilflos vor sich liegend zusammenzutreten. Die uniformierte Staatsmacht ging unter Türkenstiefeln nieder.

Was mit der schon fertigen Kathi passierte war unvorstellbar. Sie nahmen nicht die geringste Rücksicht darauf, wie viel Kathi schon abbekommen hatte, im Gegenteil, sie verhöhnten sie auch noch vorher. Sie ließen Kathi los. Sie konnte sich kaum auf den Beinen halten, stand taumelnd vor den Türkinnen, mit schlaff runterhängenden Armen, sichtlich widerstandsunfähig aber bei vollem Bewusstsein.

„Ok, Bullin, wir sind ja keine Unmenschen. Wir lassen dir tollen Polizistin ne faire Chance gegen uns zu fighten."

Das ironische Lachen der zwei Türkinnen war über den ganzen Parkplatz zu hören. Sie tänzelten jetzt mit erhobenen Fäusten um die völlig geschwächte Kathi herum, die nur mühsam ihre Fäuste heben konnte. Es war wirklich ein reines Bullinnen Schlachtfest und kein Kampf. Und dann prügelten sie auf Kathi ein. Ein Faustschlag nach dem anderen traf sie. Wenn eine Faust gerade in ihrer Fresse gelandet war, boxte ihr die zweite Türkin schon wieder von hinten in ihre deckungslosen Nieren. Kathi hilflose Versuche sich zu wehren waren jämmerlich. Sie traf nicht einmal annähernd eine der Türkinnen. Die Polizistin steckte nur ein und ein. Sie spielten regelrecht mit ihren Bullenopfer. Es war ein grausames Polizistinnengemetzel. Ein weiterer Schlag in Kathis Fresse schickte sie endgültig zu Boden. Sie lag ausgestreckt da, die Arme schlaff daliegend. Eydin stieg über sie, Hülya ging in die Hocke, nahm Kathis schlaffe Arme und hielt sie über dem Kopf runtergepresst. Eydin ging runter. Sie packte Kathis Uniformbluse und zerriss sie mit einem Ratsch. Kathis rot-schwarzer BH kam zum Vorschein.

„Na siehste, hat doch schon einen „Fickt mich" BH an. Wusste doch das die Bullenschlampe ne Nutte ist",

spuckte Eydin voller Verachtung aus und holte gleichzeitig ihr Taschenmesser raus. Genussvoll zerschnitt sie Kathis BH und warf ihn in den Dreck. Kathis süße kleine Brüste lagen jetzt nackt und offen vor der Türkin.

„Deine Titten haben zu wenig gelitten, Bullensklavin!"

Kathi stöhnte vor Verzweiflung auf. Aber da fing Eydin schon an mit der flachen Hand immer wieder von der Seite mit voller Wucht gegen Kathis Titten zu schlagen. Immer im Wechsel klatschte ihre Hand gegen Kathis wehrlose Brüste. Kathi stöhnte bei jedem Schlag. Ich wusste es nicht genau aber ich hatte gehört, sie machte mit ihrem Freund öfter heftige SM Spiele. Jedenfalls hörte sich ihr Stöhnen auch ziemlich lustvoll an. Eydin hatte auch jetzt kein Erbarmen, schlug immer wieder auf Kathis Brüste ein. Kathi wurde sichtlich schwächer und schwächer. Sie begann kaum hörbar um Gnade zu wimmern.

B...Bitte, bitte Gnade, bitte."

Die junge Polizistin Kathi wimmerte vor den Türkinnen jämmerlich um Gnade. Hörten die Demütigungen denn überhaupt nicht mehr auf?

Irgendwann schienen sie die Lust ein wenig zu verlieren, denn jetzt regte sich etwas anderes bei den männlichen Türken.

„Ey, man, lass uns die Fotzen plattmachen!"

Das konnte nur eines bedeuten. Ich begann jetzt auch zu flehen und demütig zu betteln. Aber es nutzte nichts. Im Gegenteil, es geilte sie sichtbar auf, das wir jungen deutschen Polizistinnen so hilflos um Gnade wimmerten, wo wir vorher noch so cool und taff gewesen waren.

Beide wurden wir jetzt gepackt und wieder aufgerichtet.

„Los, strippt sie nieder!"

„Hände hinter den Kopf! Wird's bald!"

Wir taten es, leisteten keinen Widerstand mehr und verschränkten demütig die Arme hinter dem Kopf. Zwei Bullinnen, die sich vor den Verbrechern ergaben. Ich wurde immer geiler. Eydins Befehl führten ihre Gangkumpels nur zu gern aus. Unsere stolzen Einsatzgürtel wurden geöffnet. Sie zogen uns die Uniformhosen runter, nicht ohne uns auf unsere nackten Ärsche zu klatschen. Unsere knappen Strings waren das nächste Opfer der Türkenhände. Kathis rot-schwarzer wurde ebenso mit einen Ruck vulgar runtergefetzt, wie mein dünner weißer. Hülya und Eydin sammelten sie auf und rochen genussvoll daran.

„Ey, die beiden Schlampen sind total feucht. Euch gefällt das. Ihr seid die totalen Nutten!"

Unsere Strings würden über den Betten der Türkinnen angenagelt enden, als offene Triumphbeute, das war klar.

Die Türken zerrten unsere Uniformblusen von unseren jungen Körpern und warfen sie mit demonstrativem Hochgenuss in den Dreck. Unsere Hosen wurden über die Stiefel gezerrt. Das einzige was und blieb waren unsere schwarzen Einsatzstiefel. Anmistersten waren wir jetzt demütig nackt vor der ganzen Türkenmeute! Es war eine einzige Demütigungsorgie. Überall lagen unsere Uniformteile auf dem Parkplatz verstreut. Ein Bild der totalen Niederlage.

Sie drehten uns um und stießen uns wie Sklavinnen stolpernd zu unserem Funkwagen. Vor der Motorhaube drehten sie uns um. Hülya kam an und drückte uns nur mit dem Zeigefinger nach hinten. Zwei nackte Polizistinnen wurden von einer, viel kleineren Türkin nur mit dem Zeigefinger flachgelegt. Mein Herz hämmerte wie wild. Diese Demütigungen machten mich immer geiler, und Kathi ging es sichtlich nicht anders.

Mehrere Türken pressten jetzt unsere Arme nach hinten. Sie holten unsere eigenen Handschellen aus unseren Gürteln und Plastikfesselbänder aus unserem Kofferraum. Die Wagentüren wurden geöffnet. Und dann banden sie unsere Handgelenke wehrlos an die Rahmen der Wagentüren, so dass wir mit gespreizten Armen völlig nackt und ausgeliefert, dicht an dich und offen vor den ganzen Türkenschwänzen lagen.

Kathi und ich bettelten jetzt um Gnade, obwohl wir beide jetzt auch vollkommen erregt waren. Trotzdem konnte es keine größere Demütigung geben als von diesen türkischen Drecksschweinen hier gefesselt und ausgeliefert völlig niedergeschändet zu werden.

„Ja ihr Bullenschlampen, winselt um Gnade vor euren türkischen Herren und Meistern. Wenn wir mit euch fertig sind, werdet ihr um jeden Türkenschwanz betteln. Wir reiten euch Nutten jetzt ein!"

Und dann wurden zwei Polizistinnen gleichzeitig regelrecht das Hirn rausgefickt. Auf ihrem eigenen Streifenwagen!

Ein Türke packte Kathi an ihre Bullenfotze und knetete sie. Mit dem Finger quälte er ein bisschen Kathis Kitzler, drang in ihre wehrlos offne Fotze ein. Sie wandte sich verzweifelt, ich spürte das Zucken ihres Körpers neben mir, sie presste ihre Lippen zusammen und versuchte verzweifelt ihrer völligen Erniedrigung zu entgehen, aber sie hatte keine Chance. Schon nach wenigen Sekunden wurde sie von den Erregungsschüben überwältigt und begann unter dem fiesen Türkengriff laut zu stöhnen.

Ihr Bezwingertürke holte seinen mächtigen Schwanz heraus. Beim Anblick dieser schon sehr feuchten Fotze stand er sofort.

„Jetzt mach ich Dich fertig, du elende Bullenschlampe,"

zischte er und rammte der winselnden und keuchenden Kathi seinen Fickbolzen mit einem Stoß komplett rein. Der vulgare Einstoß versetzte sie sofort in den ersten Sexschock. Sie stöhnte laut auf, ihre schwarzen Einsatzstiefel zappelten erregt hoch, ihr junger Körper bäumte sich in seinen Fesseln hoch.

„Oh Gooooott!!!"

ächzte sie während der türkische Fickhammer mit der „Polizistinnen-Fotzenvernichtung" begann.

Die Stoßdämpfer unseres Passats wippten auf und nieder als die beiden Türken bei den Fickstößen ihr ganzes Gewicht gegen unsere willenlosen, besiegten Körpern einsetzten. Die anderen Jungs feuerten ihn an:

„Mach sie fertig!" „Fick sie tot!".

Wir mussten uns von jüngeren, machistischen Türkenschweinen willenlos ficken lassen, ohne uns wehren zu können. Und sie weideten sich an dieser Situation, an zwei wehrlosen Polizistinnen, die sie nach Lust und Laune total fertigmachen konnten.

KLATSCH „Ohhh" ... KLATSCH ..."Gnaa"... KLATSCH .."deee"... KLATSCH ..."Ihhk"...

Mit jedem Stoß erregten sie uns zwei Bullenficks weiter. Lustvoll quiekte Kathi jetzt bei jedem Schändungsstoß und verlor bald völlig die Kontrolle über sich. Ihre langen Schenkel spreizten sich automatisch auseinander, vibrierten unkontrolliert unter dem enormen Sexdruck des Türkenboys. Der Türkenwichser triumphierte über sie und genoss die Niederschändung des Polizistinnenkörpers direkt unter den Augen eines weiteren Policegirls und den johlenden Anfeuerungsrufen seiner Kumpels. Zwei absolut gebrochene Bullenschlampen wurden unter den Schwänzen der Türken zum Demutsorgasmus gerammt. Die Türken rammelten sich mit unseren willenlosen Bodies zum Höhepunkt. Ich keuchte und stöhnte jetzt auch nur noch unter meinem Türkenbezwinger völlig ab. Polizistinnenschweiß rann in Strömen. Ich spürte wie der Türkenschwanz in mir explodierte und seine volle Spermaladung tief in meinen Bauch presste. Das Türkensperma in mir, machte mich endgültig zu seinem willigen Stück Fleisch. Kathi erging es auch nicht besser. Sie kam selber zum Orgasmus, als der Türke tief in ihrem Leib abspritzte.

Wir lagen da und keuchten nur noch vor Erschöpfung. Doch das war erst der Anfang. Jetzt ging es munter weiter. Die nächste Runde Türken ging über uns, benutzte uns, spritze in uns ab und warf uns dann weg wie ein Stück Klopapier. Und schon drang der nächste Schwanz in unsere Körper ein. Wir waren nur noch Ficks, nichts mehr wert. Die totale Polizistinnenvernichtung ging ungebremst weiter.

Unsere aufgespreizten offenen Fotzen leisteten überhaupt keinen Widerstand, sie waren nur noch schwaches Fickfleisch unter dem Killerschwänzen der Türken. Links und rechts sah ich meine und Kathis erregt hochruckenden schwarzen Einsatzstiefel, die unter den Türkenschwänzen wehrlos und gebrochen in der Luft unter den Fickstößen schaukelten.

Wieder zwangen uns zwei Türkenschwänze nieder. Unsere abgeschändeten Einsatzstiefel streckten sich plötzlich voll durch und erbebten.

„Wieder geknackt, Cop-Sau!"

triumphierte mein Schänder, und schon bog ich mich weit ins Hohlkreuz und stieß einen langen intensiven Stöhnschrei aus. Er beherrschte meinen Körper völlig! Ich schrie meinen Erniedrigungsorgasmus regelrecht heraus. Deutlich war zu sehen wie sich Kathis Schenkel neben mir um den Rücken ihres Erfickers schlangen.

Jetzt ließen die Türken ihre Schwänze ein paar mal vor und zurückstoßen, wobei sie immer gleichzeitig in uns einfickten. Dieser Doppelfick hier nebeneinander machte uns zur demütigen Schwanzbeute der Türken. Wir stöhnten mächtig auf, der Fickdruck wurde zu mächtig und unsere Stiefel begannen zu strampeln, suchten irgendeinen Halt. Aber die Türken schnappte sich unsere geilen Schenkel, rissen sie hoch und begannen noch wilder zwischen sie einzustoßen. Wie wild stießen die Türken in uns Bullenschlampen rein und fickten uns windelweich. Unter den mächtigen Männerkörpern wurde wir nur noch zusammengefickt.

Kathi hatte ihren Kopf weit zurückgeworfen und war nur noch am stöhnen. Ihre Schenkel wippten über die Schultern des Türken gelegt. Sie versteifte sich, der Türke spürte ihre im Vororgasmus erzitternden Schenkel. Jetzt krümmten sich die Beine und ihre Schenkel legten sich zwanghaft um den Rücken des türkischen Boys, klammerten sich demütig um den mächtigen Türkenrücken.

Der spürte das Leder der Einsatzstiefel an seinem Rücken und konnte es kaum erwarten, sie schlaff zu sehen. Er zog sich weit zurück für die Kill-Fickstöße. Dann jagte er seinen Mörderhammer mit einem superharten Stoß in Kathis aufgegeilte Bullenfotze. Ihr Leib erzitterte, ihre Schenkel krampften sich noch fester zusammen. Er stieß noch mal vor. Sie stöhnte auf. Und dann explodierte sie regelrecht in einem übermächtigen Orgasmus, während der Türke eine unvorstellbar riesige Ladung Sperma in Kathis Leib pumpte. Wieder musste eine Bullin Türkensperma in sich strömen lassen. Kathi sackte in sich zusammen aber schon wieder wurden ihre Beine hochgerissen und der nächste Türke drang in sie ein. Er fickte sie roh und hart, während er mit jedem Fickstoß auf Kathis Brüste schlug. Kathi stöhnte und ächzte. Es war unvorstellbar, denn Kathi kam unter den Schlägen während des Ficks noch heftiger als vorher. Die Türken filmten alles mit der Kamera. Auch ich bemerkte das bevorstehende Ende. Der x-te Türke in mir, ich hatte aufgehört zu zählen, verzögerte eine Sekunde, und rammte er eine mächtige Fickbreitseite in meine geschundene Fotze. Der kraftvolle Stoss machte mich endgültig nieder. Mein Körper rüttelte in Sexspasmen unter dem Türken. Der Türke packte meine Titten und quetschte sie mit bloßen Händen, während er einen mörderischen Samenschub in mich hineinpumpte.

„Geh nieder, Bullenschwein!"

Er grunzte dabei. Auch meine Einstiefel ruckten erbärmlich an seinem Rücken. Das letzte Symbol einer Polizistin, das ich noch an mir trug ging elendig nieder.

Fast eine Minute dauerte die Druckbesamung. Ich war erlegt.

Als die Türken endlich ihren letzten Schub in uns pumpten erschlafften wir zwei verschwitzten und vollgepumpten Schlampen und hingen leblos gekreuzigt auf der Motorhaube unseres Streifenwagens ab.

Dann wurden wir losgebunden und unsere Körper wurden schräg übereinander auf den Boden geworfen. Einige Türken mussten wohl mal und es gab doch nichts besseres, als auf zwei wertlose Bullenkörper abzupissen. Sie stellten sich um uns und pissten auf uns ab! Sie benutzen uns als Toiletten! Wie konnten wir noch elendiger zugrunde gehen wenn nicht so? Aber es war immer noch nicht zu Ende. Der Vernichtungsalptraum ging immer weiter. Sie wollten uns völlig schlachen. Eine totale Bullenschlachtorgie.

Die Türkenboys schleppten uns zu unserem Streifenwagen zurück. Unsere jungen Cop Bodies wurden wie Abfall auf die Motorhaube unseres eigenen Streifenwagens geworfen.. Kathi und ich lagen bäuchlings nebeneinander, mit den Oberkörpern auf dem Streifenwagen hängend. Unsere nackten Körper berührten sich auf der engen Motorhaube. Ich konnte Kathis schweres Atmen spüren. Ich drehte meinen Kopf zu ihr. Auch sie blickte mich an. Sie sah schlimm aus. Ihr Auge war geschwollen, ihre Lippe aufgeplatzt und aus ihrer Nase ran Blut. Ihr Kinn war genau wie meines auch mit Türkensperma überzogen. Gerade wollte ich etwas zu ihr sagen, da spürte ich schon, wie zwei Türken hinter uns traten. Sie hakten sich an meinen Füssen ein und traten mir dann mit voller Verachtung die Einsatzstiefel vulgar auseinander.

„Schenkel spreizen, ihr Drecksbullinnen",

brüllte er mir ins Ohr. Kathi erging es nicht besser. Auch ihre Beine wurden demütigend auseinandergespreizt. Ich spürte ihre nackten Schienenbeine gegen meine Waden drücken und wie sich ihre Dienststiefel gegen meine pressten. Ich begann jetzt demütig zu wimmern:

„Nein, bitte nicht, bitte, nicht noch mal niederficken. Ich flehe euch an!"

Es war soweit, sie hatten mich und Kathi soweit, wir waren keine stolzen Polizistinnen mehr, misterdern unterwürfige Türkensklavinnen, die wehrlos um Gnade bettelten. Das Polizistinnen Zerbrechen ging munter weiter.

Der Türke hinter mir packte meinen Pferdeschwanz und zog ihn wieder in den Nacken. Wieder keuchte ich vor Schmerz auf. Kathi hauchte ein leises „Nein" und versuchte sich aufzurappeln aber der Türke über ihr drückte ihren Körper unsanft auf die Haube zurück.

„Die Huren brauchen ne zweite Türkenbesamung. Los, fesselt ihre Arme hoch, bevor wir die Schlampen genießen. Bullen ficken ist der Hammer."

Unsere Arme wurden wieder an die Türrahmen unseres Streifenwagens gefesselt. Wir lagen ausgestreckt da, wie willenloses Polizistinnenschlachtvieh. Und sie schlachteten uns nieder! Die vulgaren Türken stellten sich hinter unsere gespreizten Beine und setzten ihre Fickhämmer zum Niedermachstoß an.

„Fickt ihre Ärsche nieder!"

Die Türken konnten es kaum erwarten, unsere zarten Polizistinnenärsche gnadenlos niederzuficken. Die Türken hinter uns griffen sich unsere Coptitten. Mein Bezwinger packte sich meinen Pferdeschwanz und zog ihn in den Nacken. Dann bohrte er mir seinen Hammer gnadenlos und hart zwischen meine prallen Arschbacken. Ich erzitterte unter dem Türkenschwanz, warf stöhnend Kopf in den Nacken. Schon mit seinem ersten Rammstoß spießte er mich bis zum Anschlag auf. Meine Arschbacken erzitterten als das Becken meines Türkenbezwingers klatschend auf sie traf. Die linke Hand des Türken umfasste meine linke Titte und quetschte sie vulgar zusammen, während sein Schwanz immer schneller mein Arsch aufriss. Neben mir hörte man schon die klatschenden Fickstöße des anderen Türken, wie er Kathi erbarmungslos niederrammelte. Es war eine einzige demütigende Niederfickung ausgelieferter Polizistinnen.

Kathis Türke hielt sein Bullenopfer an beiden Titten fest und presste sie ultrahart zusammen, fickte Kathis Arsch regelrecht wund. Immer wenn er seinen Türken Schwanz zurückzog löste er eine Hand von Kathis Titte und schlug mit der Hand heftig auf Kathis Arschbacke .Er genoss Kathis lautes Stöhnen. Sie hatte dem Türkenschwanz nichts mehr entgegenzusetzen. Er bezwang sie völlig. Die Türken bohrten ihre Fickbolzen in die unsere Hinterteile, wieder und wieder. Es muss ein geiler Anblick für die anderen Türken gewesen sein, wie die zwei über die Motorhaube ihres eigenen Streifenwagens gepressten Bullenschlampen rhythmisch zu Schanden gefickt wurden. Unsere entehrten Einsatzstiefel scharrten erregt über den Boden oder zuckten in beginnenden Orgasmusschüben über dem Boden. Gnadenlos peitschten die Türkenschwänze uns in den Orgasmus. Unsere Lustschwellen wurden durch die vulgaren Arschficks aufgebrochen, denn mittlerweile genossen wir beide diese Demütigungsorgie sichtlich. Sie richteten uns wirklich zu bloßen Ficks ab, machten uns zu Türkenschwanzhuren. Unsere nackten Schenkel verkrampften sich plötzlich in erzwungener Ekstase. Wir zwei Bullenschlampen kamen mit voller Macht, stöhnten unglaublich laut, zitterten wieder wie unter Elektroschocks, als die Verbrecher uns endgültig in den Zwangsorgasmus hämmerten. Unsere wehrlosen Körper unter den bulligen Türkenboys wurden jetzt von einem Türken nach dem anderen gefickt. Es war ein Gemetzel. Sie hämmerten uns von einem Orgasmus in den nächsten. Unsere Dienststiefel rieben aneinander in extatischem Zucken. Wir wurden vollkommen fertiggefickt. Das Sperma, dass sie in einem Schub nach dem anderen genussvoll in uns pumpten, lief an unseren verschwitzen Beine runter, besudelte erneut unsere Schenkel. Ich weiß nicht wie oft wir gekommen sind, aber irgendwann waren wir fertig. Unsere Körper reagierten nicht mehr auf die zuckenden Schwänze in unseren Bullenärschen. Wir erschafften jetzt endgültig.

Es war vorbei, wir waren total gebrochen, wirklich vollkommen zerstört und besiegt. Es gab keine Polizistinnen mehr, wir waren Türkenficks, nur noch bloße Türkenficks. Natürlich wurden wieder massig Bilder unserer über der Motorhaube gekreuzigten Körper gemacht. Wir hatten keine Chance.

Dann banden sie uns wieder los, packen unsere schaffen Körper und warfen uns rücksichtslos wie zwei bloße Gegenstände auf den Boden. Unsere total niedergemachten und geschlachteten nackten Bullenkörper lagen völlig schlaff und ausgestreckt auf dem Boden des Waldparkplatzes. Die eine Türkin versetzten Kathi noch ein paar heftige Tritte mit ihren weißen Schlampenstiefeln in die Seiten ihres wehrlosen Oberkörpers. Kathi zeigte kaum noch Reaktionen. Nur ein schwaches Gewimmer war zu hören. Aber auch ich bekam noch mal hasserfüllt den Stiefel der anderen Türkin zu spüren. Unerbittlich trat sie mir wieder in meinen schlanken, völlig offen daliegenden Bauch. Auch ich keuchte nur noch halb bewusstlos auf.

„So, ihr miesen, dreckigen Bullenhuren, jetzt wisst ihr was euch in Zukunft erwartet",

sagte Hülya. Eylin holte einen fetten Edding Stift aus ihrer goldenen Handtasche. Sie drehten auch Kathis fertigen Körper auf den Rücken. Grinsend kniete Eylin sich neben Kathi und fing an auf Kathis Körper mit dem Edding zu schreiben. Kathi war völlig widerstandsunfähig. Ihr Arme blieben schlaff liegen. Sie konnte nichts mehr gegen die weitere Demütigung durch die junge Türkin machen. Als sie ihr Werk vollendet hatte, warf sie den Stift zu Hülya rüber, die gleich anfing auch auf meinen wehrlosen nackten Body zu schreiben. Sie genossen es unendlich zwei besiegte deutsche Polizistinnen zu quälen und zu demütigen. Als sie fertig waren stand in dicken Buchstaben NUTTE auf unseren Stirnen und BULLENHURE quer über unsere nackten Bäuche gemalt. Hülya schoss gleich noch ein Bild dieser endgültigen Demütigung der Polizistinnen. Wir waren erlegt!

Los Jungs, legt die Nutten über ihre Bullenkarre!"

Die Türken packten uns jeweils rechts und links unter den Armen und schleiften uns wie zwei Stücke Abfall über den Waldboden zu unserem Streifenwagen. Unsere geschändeten und vollgespermten Einsatzstiefel hinterließen im Dreck eine Schleifspur. Dann wuchteten sie unsere schlaffen Körper auf die Motorhaube unseres Passats gewuchtet. Grob und vulgar klatschen unsere beiden nackten Bodies auf das Blech. Beide blieben wir übereinander liegen, Körper auf Körper, splitternackt, mit blauen Flecken, Striemen und Sperma übersäht und nur mit total vollgewichsten Polizeistiefeln am unsren Füssen. Die Türkinnen stellten sich vor uns und spuckten voller Verachtung auf unsere Körper.

„Ihr werdet untergehen, wieder und wieder. Jetzt seit ihr unsere totalen Sklavinnen und massenweise Türkengangster warten nur darauf für eure Bullenkörper zu bezahlen. Und ihr werdet alles tun was wir sagen, ihr deutschen Bullenfotzen!"

Sprachs und zog mit der restlichen Türkenmeute von dannen. Wir blieben dort liegen, völlig entehrt, abgeschändet und besiegt. Wir würden untergehen, waren in ihren Händen. Sie würden uns zu Nutten machen, zu totalen Nutten in Uniform...

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Mia Suocera - My Mother-in-Law


L'influenza mi aveva bloccato a letto per diversi giorni, e così su consiglio del dottore decisi di stare a casa a riposare.

Mia moglie Anna rincuorandomi disse "Non ti preoccupare vado io in negozio, e poi per qualsiasi cosa che tu avessi bisogno c'è sempre mia madre".

La nostra casa è una villetta bifamiliare composta da due appartamenti adiacenti, uno è il nostro e l'altro di mia suocera.

Mia suocera era divorziata da diversi anni e nonostante i suoi 57 anni è una donna ancora attraente e sexy, e nei miei confronti lei ha sempre avuto un occhio di riguardo, premurosa e disponibile.

In questi giorni di malattia, tutte le mattine prima che io mi svegliassi, veniva a casa nostra e mi preparava la colazione.

Quella mattina in preda ad un sogno erotico mi svegliai con il cazzo completamente duro e, convinto che mia suocera se ne fosse già andata, cominciai a masturbarmi.

Era passato un po' di tempo dalla mia ultima sega e quindi decisi di prendermela con calma e di godermi quei momenti di felicità. Lentamente la mano scorreva su e giù sul *** cazzo, stringeva la cappella e poi scivolava giù fino in fondo.

Improvvisamente in un momento di lucidità aprii gli occhi e vidi mia suocera sulla porta della camera che mi stava osservando.

Preso dal panico e dalla vergogna tirai subito su il lenzuolo coprendomi. Dentro di me pensavo alla figuraccia che avevo fatto, e poi pensai immediatamente che la sera stessa lo avrebbe anche raccontato ad Anna.

Sandra, così si chiama mia suocera, per nulla scandalizzata si avvicinò al letto e con fare dolce mi sussurrò - "Sei ancora debole per queste cose, lascia fare a me" - allungò la sua mano sotto il lenzuolo e cominciò ad accarezzarlo.

Rimasi senza parole: guardavo mia suocera negli occhi, mentre sentivo la sua mano scivolare su e giù sul *** cazzo.

Stringeva forte la cappella e poi giù di colpo facendomi sobbalzare nel letto.

Disse di spostarmi un po' in la, e così lei si sedette sul letto in modo tale che io potessi sbirciare tra le sue gambe.

Infatti intravedevo tra le sue cosce uno slip nero ricamato.

Sollevò il lenzuolo, s'inclinò in avanti e cominciò a leccarmi e a succhiarmi la cappella. Mi leccava dappertutto, e spalancando la sua bocca ingoiò il *** cazzo fino in fondo.

Sentivo la sua lingua muoversi intorno al *** cazzo, per poi passare a succhiarmi le palle facendomi gemere dal piacere: era il pompino più godurioso della mia via.

Alzò lo sguardo verso di me e disse - "Ti piace come ti succhio il cazzo?" - e io tra un mugolio e l'altro le dissi si, e lei aggiunse -"....il bello devo ancora arrivare!".

Non capii subito a cosa alludesse, ma dopo alcuni secondi compresi tutto: si mise il dito me*** in bocca insalivandolo tutto e poi con dolcezza andò a cercare il *** ano, fece colare un po' di saliva tra le mie natiche e mi penetrò con il suo dito.

Lanciai un grido, non comprendendo subito se faceva male o mi procurava piacere.

Sandra non curante del *** urlo continuò a spomparmi con più forza e, quando lei mi penetrò con due dita, io non resistetti più e le sborrai completamente in bocca.

Lei continuava a succhiare tutta la mia sborra calda fino al punto di avere la bocca talmente piena che le colava lo sperma dai lati della labbra.

Godevo come un matto, mia suocera era una grandissima spompinatrice.

Poi lei si alzò e venne vicino alla mia bocca, appoggiò le sue labbra sulle mie e con la sua lingua aprì le mie labbra facendomi colare tutta la sborra nella mia bocca. Fu un bacio appassionato. Le nostre lingue erano tutte imbrattate di sborra calda.

Era la prima volta che assaggiavo la mia sborra. Non era disgustosa come immaginavo, era dolciastra, calda e un po' densa.

Sandra poi si alzò e uscendo disse - "Ci vediamo per pranzo, a dopo!".

Ero completamente ubriaco per quello che mia suocera mi aveva fatto, e si che la consideravo un po' troia, ma non mi sarei mai aspettato un pompino da lei. E che pompino!!!!!!.

Per tutta la mattina non facevo altro che pensare a lei e alle sue labbra, e il solo pensiero mi faceva ritornare duro il *** cazzo.

Era circa mezzogiorno quando suonò il campanello della porta. Andai ad aprire e vidi Sandra vestita con un completo grigio, gonna aderente che le arrivava fino al ginocchio e una camicetta leggermente sbottonata che stringeva le sue tette, un paio di collant nere e un paio di tacchi a spillo. Era veramente sexy.

"Allora non mi fai entrare?" - sussurrò Sandra.

Ed io balbettando qualcosa e, staccando gli occhi dalle sue tette, le dissi - "Certamente, avanti entra pure." - e nel contempo cercavo di capire se quello che era successo la mattina fosse stato un episo*** occasionale oppure no.

Mentre entrava in casa la osservavo da dietro, il suo culo maestoso ondeggiava da una parte all'altra e lei sapeva benissimo che lo stavo guardando libidinosamente.

Sandra si girò improvvisamente e disse - "Se vuoi sfondare il *** culetto, caro, dovrai sottostare alle mie richieste".

Per un attimo il *** viso diventò subito tutto rosso dalla vergogna, mi colse totalmente impreparato proprio come un giovane verginello.

Sandra mi stupiva sempre più.

Riprendendomi immediatamente dallo stupore risposi - "Guarda che per quel tuo bel culo, io farei qualsiasi cosa."

"Attento a fare promesse *** caro Luca....." - "...poi le devi anche mantenere.......".

Si avvicinò a me, mise la sua mano tra le mie cosce e iniziò a palpare il *** cazzo che stava già dando segni di impazienza.

"Allora sbrigati, ti aspetto a casa mia fra cinque minuti, e fai presto"- e uscì senza aggiungere altro.

Indossai frettolosamente una maglietta e un paio di pantaloncini e andai subito da lei.

La sua porta di casa era "stranamente" accostata, entrai chiamandola e Sandra rispose che era in camera e di raggiungerla.

Appena spalancai la porta della camera vidi Sandra al centro della stanza, indossava un completino nero di pizzo ricamato con reggicalze e calze nere.

Non indossava gli slip, e così potevo già ammirare la sua bella figa completamente rasata: il *** unico desiderio era quello di scoparla e di incularla.

Mi spogliò velocemente e disse - "Sdraiati sul letto a pancia in giù" - ed io obbedii immediatamente.

Cominciò a leccarmi i piedi, poi lentamente iniziò a salire verso l'alto facendomi allargare le gambe.

Si sdraiò tra le mie gambe, afferra il *** cazzo e lo bacia profondamente.

Poi con le mani mi spalancò le natiche, con la lingua iniziò a giocare con il *** ano leccandolo dolcemente e sfiorandolo tutto intorno mentre le sue mani mi massaggiava le palle. Ad un certo punto sentii la sua lingua tutta dentro il *** ano, stavo impazzendo dal piacere. Di sicuro Sandra sapeva benissimo come far impazzire un uomo.

Io inarcavo il *** culo verso di lei offrendomi alle sue particolari attenzioni.

Poi con voce vellutata disse – "Ho delle sorprese per te, però devi fare ciò che ti dico così sarà più bello ed eccitante".

Prese da un cassetto un foulard di seta nera, due lacci lunghi e disse - "Mettiti in ginocchio sul pavimento qui davanti al letto....., appoggiati sopra e distendi le braccia in avanti."

Ero talmente eccitato e confuso che obbedii immediatamente.

Per prima cosa mi bendò gli occhi, poi mi prese un polso alla volta fissandogli saldamente il laccio tutto intorno e legò i lacci alla testiera del letto, uno da una parte e l'altro dall'altra.

Confesso che in quella posizione mi sentivo un po' ridicolo ed imbarazzato, ma rimasi lì fermo e in attesa come mi aveva ordinato: intanto nella mia mente scorrevano velocemente i pensieri e i desideri più perversi.

Finalmente lei si avvicinò e cominciò ad accarezzarmi dolcemente tra le natiche, faceva scorrere le dita su e giù soffermandosi sul *** ano.

Improvvisamente sentii un liquido fresco colare tra le natiche, mentre le sue dita iniziavano a spalmare quel liquido sul *** ano massaggiandolo freneticamente.

"Luca devi rilassarti, lasciami fare e vedrai come godremo insieme" – e mentre io la imploravo di scoparmi lei mi penetrò vulgarmente l'ano con due dita.

Lanciai un gridolino di dolore, ma lei continuò a penetrarmi. Cercavo di dimenarmi ma lei mi ordinò di stare fermo.

Si allontanò ancora una volta per qualche minuto, la sentivo indaffarata a fare qualcosa: ma cosa???????

Ritornò di nuovo vicino a me, s'inginocchiò e aggiunse dell'altro liquido fresco sul *** ano.

Sandra non diceva assolutamente nulla, ed io ascoltavo il suo respiro diventare sempre più eccitato.

Con le sue mani mi allargò decisione le natiche e solo in quel preciso momento capii che cosa voleva fare.

Sentii all'improvviso una strana e grossa pressione sul *** ano, qualcosa di grosso e duro cercava di entrare nel *** culo vergine.

Cercavo di resistere a quell'intrusione stringendo le natiche e le dissi un po' terrorizzato -"Sandra cosa vuoi fare?

A quel punto Sandra mi tolse la benda e m'invitò a guardarla

"Ohhhhhhhhhh *** ***ooooooooo. " esclamai ancora più terrorizzato.

Sandra indossava uno strapon con un cazzo nero, e solo quando si avvicinò alla mia faccia compresi quanto fosse grosso e lungo.

Ripresomi dallo sbigottimento lo osservai con più attenzione mentre Sandra lo sventolava davanti ai miei occhi: quel grosso cazzo nero era lungo almeno 10" e largo 4 - 5". La sua mano non riusciva nemmeno ad avvolgerlo tutto da quanto era grosso.

"Ascoltami Sandra cosa vuoi fare?" – le dissi di nuovo - "..... non vorrai mica farlo? Senti dimentichiamo tutto, e facciamo finta che non sia successo niente. Cosa ne pensi?"

Lei con un sguardo ammiccante aggiunse: "E' troppo tardi ormai, *** caro Luca. Questo è il prezzo che devi pagare per quello che ti ho fatto stamattina, e poi non ti preoccupare vedrai che piacerà anche a te".

"Noooooooooo, ti prego farò tutto quello che vorrai, ma non mi fare questoooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!"

Non immaginavo che sarebbe finita così, ma ormai legato come un salame non potevo fare altro. E forse nel *** più profondo inconscio speravo in qualcosa del genere. Maaaaaa......

"Ora rilassati e lasciami fare, ti farò godere come non mai, come una vera troia" – e così iniziò a spingere la grossa cappella contro il *** ano, dando dei piccoli colpetti lenti seguiti poi da una spinta più forte.

La mia resistenza era completamente inutile. Sandra spingeva sempe più forte il suo grosso cazzo, e il *** ano lentamente cominciava a dilatarsi tra un crampo di dolore e l'altro.

"E' troppo grosso non entrerà maiiiiiiiiiiii. Mi stai facendo male, mi stai spaccando il culooooooooo!!!1 *** che maleeeee."

Il *** ano cedeva sempre di più, lasciando il posto ad un doloro sempre bruciante.

Ogni tanto Sandra lo tirava indietro, aspettava che i miei muscoli dell'ano si rilassassero e riprendeva con la penetrazione.

Per un'attimo ho avuto un flash dove immaginavo cosa sarebbe successo se improvvisamente la mia adorata mogliettina, nonchè la sua figlia prediletta, fosse rientrata a casa dal lavoro prima del solito, e ci avessi trovati così con sua madre che mi stava inculando con un grosso cazzo finto. Lasciamo stare meglio non pensarci.

Non feci in tempo a riprendermi dal quel pensiero che immediatamente lanciai un grido: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh......cazzzzzzzooooooo..... è dentroooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!.

Sandra diede una spinta più forte e decisa dell'altre che mi penetrò con tutta la sua cappella.

"Cazzooooo come bruciaaaaaa, non riesco più a muovermiiii!!!!!

"Siiiiiiiiiiii così, ora si che te lo sbatto tutto dentro. Sei la mia puttana e ti scopo fino in fondooooooooooooooo, così finalmente ti rompo il culo" - disse Sandra.

E senza altri indugi affondò tutto il suo cazzo dentro di me.

Solo in quel momento compresi quanto fosse veramente lungo e grosso il suo cazzo.

Il dolore lentamente stava passando e devo dire che cominciavo a provare uno strano ed insolito piacere.

Finalmente Sandra lo spinse tutto dentro fino in fondo, così le sue palle sbattevano contro le mie. Praticamente ero impalato fino allo stomaco e Sandra per rendere ancora più eccitante la penetrazione urlando mi pizzicava e schiaffeggiava le natiche.

Il *** ano era talmente spalancato e dilatato che non riuscivo nemmeno più a contrarre i muscoli.

"Allora ti piace o no.... - gridava Sandra - ....ti piace essere inculato da tua suocera???????"

Sandra ormai aveva perso tutti i suoi freni inibitori e continuava a dirmi frasi oscene. Stentavo quasi a riconoscerla.

"Sei un vero maiale, Luca....., lo sapevo che ti sarebbe piaciuto. Porcooooo. Godi, prendilo tutto dentroooooooo" - e così dicendo continuò a sbatterlo dentro e fuori sempre più forte e veloce.

Poi si alza da terra e mi penetra nuovamente, appoggiandosi sulla mia schiena.

"Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Sandra continua così, non ti fermare ti pregoooooooooo. Fammi godere e sarò il tuo schiavoooooooooooo!!!!!!"

"Uhhhhhmmmmmmmm, ohhhhhhhhhhh, si chiedimi tutto quello che vuoi" - continuavo a ripeterle.

I suoi colpi diventavano sempre più frequenti, proprio come il suo respiro.

Ad un certo punto sentii un brivido intenso attraversare il *** ano e raggiungere il *** cazzo e improvvisamente iniziai a sborrare contro il letto.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, vengoooooooooooooo, sborroooooooooooo. Non ti fermare continua a spaccarmi il culooooooo ti prego!!!".

Mentre il *** cazzo rimbalzava da una parte all'altra sotto i colpi di Sandra, gli schizzi di sborra finivano anche sulla mia pancia e tra le mie cosce.

Anche Sandra sta godendo, i suoi respiri erano sempre più rapidi - "Lucaaaaaaaaaaaa sto godendo anch'iooooooo, si dai vieni che godiamo insiemeeeeee!!!!!!".

Dopo alcuni istanti di assoluto silenzio, Sandra lentamente diminuisce la sua forsennata inculata fino a lasciarmi esausto sul letto.

A quel punto mi scioglie i polsi e si siede al *** fianco.

Sono tutto indolenzito, mi fanno male le ginocchia, la schiena, le braccia e soprattutto il *** culetto che lentamente comincia a riprendere la sua forma iniziale.

Sandra mi guarda dolcemente: con una mano inizia ad accarezzare il *** cazzo pulendolo dalla sborra, e con l'altra mi pulisce tutta la pancia. Poi senza indugi si lecca le dita succhiando ed ingoiando tutta la mia sborra.

"Visto che come inizio non c'è male, Luca. Vero? - mi dice sorridendo - Pensa che abbiamo ancora tutto il pomeriggio davanti a noi per divertirci".

"Sandra sei stata fantastica, non avrei mai immaginato di fare tutto questo con te".

"Aspetta a dire questo, ho in serbo altre sorprese per te, vedrai che belle....." - poi si alza e lentamente si sfila lo strapon.

Ancora una volta mia suocera riesce a sorprendermi: dentro la mutandina dello strapon c'erano due cazzi, uno le penetrava la figa rasata e l'altro il suo bel culetto. Che gran mignotta mia suocera!!!

Il desiderio di sfondarle il culo continuava a frullarmi per la testa, avevo una voglia matta di scoparla e di riempirle il culo di sborra calda.

Ma Sandra anticipando il *** pensiero improvvisamente disse - "E' ancora presto perchè tu possa scoparmi, lo vedo che muori dalla voglia di incularmi, ma devi meritartelo il *** culo. Adesso vai in bagno ed aspettami li".

Senza aggiungere nulla andai in bagno come mi aveva ordinato.

Dopo alcuni istanti mi raggiunse nel bagno portando con se un cuscino e una borsa di cuoio.

Appoggiò il cuscino per terra davanti alla vasca ed esclamò - "Inginocchiati qui per terra davanti alla vasca e porgimi le tue braccia".

Senza fiatare feci quello che mi ordinò, e mentre le allungavo le braccia Sandra aprì la borsa e tirò fuori due paia di manette.

Cazzo che cosa vuol fare! - pensai guardandola.

E lei con il suo solito sorriso velocemente mi ammanettò i polsi, poi prese l'altro paio di manette e mi imprigionò i polsi al rubinetto della vasca impedendomi qualsiasi fuga.

Sai Luca ora proverai un trattamento molto particolare......., rilassati e goditi i prossimi minuti!!!- aggiunse mentre usciva dal bagno.

La sentivo armeggiare in cucina, e che cosa stesse architettando lo sapeva solamente lei.

A volte queste sue fantasie mi facevano un po' di paura, però il desiderio era talmente forte che le avrei lasciato fare tutto ciò che voleva.

Eccomi qui solo per te - disse entrando nuovamente in bagno.

Mi girai immediatamente e notai che teneva in mano una ciottola di vetro con dentro dei cubetti di ghiaccio.

Caspita, siamo passati a 9 Settimane e mezzo - esclamai di botto.

Sandra mi guardò diritto negli occhi, prese un cubetto di ghiaccio e iniziò a farlo scivolare su e giù dal *** collo lungo la schiena.

Un brivido freddo mi attraversò tutta la schiena, dovevo ammetterlo era piacevole.

Poi con il cubetto di ghiaccio nella sua mano lentamente scivolò giù tra le mie natiche fino a raccogliere nel palmo della mano le mie palle.

Le mie palle scivolavano insieme al cubetto di ghiaccio nella sua mano, e tutto ciò mi procurò immediatamente un'erezione violentissima.

*** *** è fantasticoooooo....., ma Sandra chi ti ha insegnato tutte questo cose - le disse.

E Sandra senza ribattere fece una cosa che mi paralizzò completamente: mi infilò il cubetto di ghiaccio nel culo.

Allungò la mano verso la ciottola, e uno alla volta mi infilò nel culo tutti gli altri tre cubetti. Poi per essere certa che fossero andati dentro fino in fondo mi penetrò bene con due dita.

Ora si che sei pronto per il trattamento - sentenziò.

Sembrava di avere un grosso palo di ghiaccio ficcato nel *** culo, il freddo si espandeva tutto dentro la mia pancia.

Poi prese la borsa e la rovesciò sul lavandino, dove apparvero alla mia vista una cannula di gomma e un imbuto.

Sandra afferrò la cannula da un lato e la innestò dentro l'imbuto, e con l'altro capo nell'altra mano si posizionò dietro di me tra le mie gambe.

Con la lingua iniziò a leccare l'estremità della cannula e a succhiarla come fosse un cazzo, poi si avvicinò al *** ano ed iniziò ad infilarla dentro.

Ci mancava proprio il clisterino - le dissi sorridendo.

E Sandra finalmente mi rispose - Certamente, e vedrai che bello.

A quel punto si avvicinò l'imbuto alla sua figa e iniziò a farci e la pipì dentro.

Cazzo ero convinto che lo avrebbe riempito con l'acqua del rubinetto e non che ci avrebbe pisciato dentro, e dopo alcuni istanti sentii la sua urina calda che cominciava a riempire la mia pancia.

La sua pipì era interminabile, sentivo gli schizzi riempire l'imbuto. Ogni tanto giravo la testa all'indietro per guardarla, e la vedevo alzare l'imbuto verso l'alto affinchè tutta la sua pipì entrasse nel *** culo.

La sensazone di freddo che avevo nella pancia lentamente spariva, la sua calda pipì scioglieva il ghiaccio che avevo dentro il *** culetto.

Una volta terminato sfilò la cannula, e con le mani afferrò le mie natiche stringendole una contro l'altra.

Ecco fatto, ora aspetteremo qualche minuto e poi ti libero - mi sussurò accarezzandomi la testa.

Intanto la mia pancia era tutto un gorgoglio, emetteva strani rumori, mi sentivo ribollire tutto dentro, mentre Sandra con la mano sotto la mia piancia continuava a massaggiarmela con movimenti circolatori.

Ogni tanto mi afferrava il cazzo e lo spremeva su e giù, proprio come si mungeva una mucca procurandomi mugolii e versi naturaleschi.

Poi si alzò mi liberò definitivamente dalle manette e disse - Ora siediti sul bordo della vasca, con le mani allargati le natiche e spingi fuori tutto quello che hai dentro.

Non feci in tempo a sedermi sul bordo della vasca che iniziai a sparare fuori tutto quello che avevo dentro la mia pancia, sembravo un idrante impazzito. Sandra a quel punto non perse un solo attimo e iniziò a succhiarmi il cazzo e a strizzarmi le palle. Più io gemevo e più lei aumentava la velocità e la forza nel succhiarmi la cappella.

Le afferrai la testa tra le mie mani e le spinsi con forza tutto il *** cazzo dentro la sua bocca fino in fondo alla gola, e dopo alcuni secondi........ il paradiso.

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, vengooooooo, sto sborrando, ingoia tutto, sei la mia troiaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

Sandra continuava a succhiare e a ingoiare tutto il *** sperma caldo senza fermarsi un attimo.

La sua mano intanto si muoveva freneticamente dentro e fuori la sua figa, fino a quando anche lei si lasciò andare in un lungo ed interminabile sospiro liberatorio.

Rimanemmo in silenzio tutti e due per un po' di tempo, poi lei si alzò e disse - Dai andiamo di la, che dobbiamo fare ancora tante cose carine...........................

Come un cagnolino fedele le andai dietro, e mentre le guardavo il suo culo tondo e sodo il *** desiderio fisso nella mia mente era sempre lo stesso - Prima o poi te lo romperò quel tuo culo.............................!!!!!

Mon Frere, Mon Maitre


Je m'appelle Marion, à l'époque je vivais avec mes parents 45 ans et mon frère, Lionel, 23 ans, moi, j'étais dans ma première année de lycée et je rentrais tous les soirs vers 18h30, en rentrant je faisais toujours la même chose, j'allais prendre une douche et je me faisais une séance de masturbation avec un gode pour me détendre de mes journées épuisantes. Un jour ma séance de masturbation dura plus longtemps que prévu, je n'arrivais pas à me faire jouir, mon frère entra brusquement dans ma chambre, j'étais nue, jambes écartées le gode dans la main et dans la chatte, je ne savais pas quoi dire ni quoi faire, je ne pouvais plus bouger, mon frère resta un petit moment immobile puis finit par parler :

-Heu...Quand tu auras fini on t'attend pour dîner.

Il se retourna, ferma la porte et descendit dîner. Je suis resté un peu choqué mais je me suis vite rhabillée et j'avais peur de ce que mon frère avait dit aux parents. Je descendais avec la peur au ventre qu'il n'ait tout raconté aux parents. Je me suis mise à table la tête basse quand ma mère me dit :

Maman : - Tu me feras le plaisir de réduire tes conversations téléphoniques avec ta copine Isabelle

Moi : - Quoi?

Maman : - Ton frère nous a dit que tu descendrais après avoir fini de téléphoner à Isabelle, ce n'est pas ce que tu faisais?

Je regardais mon frère qui me fit un petit clin d'œil, mon frère leuravait menti, il ne leur avait rien dit sur ma masturbation, mon regard se tourna alors vers ma mère et lui mentis.

Moi : - d'accord maman.

Le dîner se passa normalement, mais j'étais encore gênée par ce qui c'était passé avant, je finissais donc vite mon dîner pour vite retourner dans ma chambre. Le soir en allant me brosser les dents, j'ai croisé mon frère, j'osais à peine le regarder. Mais il me vit et me dit

-Dis-moi Marion, tu devrais faire un peu attention avec tes masturbation cette fois c'était moi mais une prochaine fois ça sera les parents qui te choperons et ça se passera pas aussi bien!

J'acquiesçais et partis dans la salle de bain. « Faire plus attention» Facile à dire, mes parents n'ont jamais voulu installer de verrous sur la porte de nos chambres, à défaut de me masturber tous les jours j'ai réduit les séances à une ou deux fois par semaine pour ne pas être prise sur le fait et je me masturbais après avoir dîner. Mais un jour, un vendredi pour être exact, je venais de passer une semaine de merde et l'envie de me masturber était très grande alors pour une fois depuis 3 semaines j'ai décidé de le faire avant manger, j'étais assise sur mon lit les jambes écartées, j'avais juste remonté ma jupe et descendu ma culotte, mon gode entrait et sortait avec beaucoup de facilité, ma chatte commençait à mouiller quand ma porte s'ouvrit c'était mon frère.

-Pfffff encore??....bon.

Il ferma la porte s'approcha de moi retira le gode et enfonça mister majeur et mister index dans ma chatte et commença à me masturber tout en me caressant le clito avec mister pouce.

Moi : - Non....mais qu'est ce que tu.....

Lionel : - Tais-toi

Il me masturba de plus en plus vite, j'essayais de retenir mister bras mais je n'y arrivais pas, le plaisir en moi montait et mes gémissements se faisaient de plus en plus forts, il me mis mister autre main sur ma bouche pour étouffer mes cris, mes hanches faisaient des mouvements de va et vient toutes seules, je mouillais de plus en plus et j'eus un immense orgasme. Mon frère retira ses doigts, lécha la cyprine de ses doigts et me dit :

-Ça y est tu as joui? Alors dépêche-toi on t'attend pour manger.

Le dîner se passa comme la dernière fois, tout se passa bien, mon frère raconta encore la même histoire de téléphone et la vie reprit mister cours,du moins c'est ce que je croyais, car durant la semaine qui suivit, j'avais de plus en plus de mal à me faire jouir, j'arrivais à me faire jouir en pensant à mon frère en train de me masturber et je voulais retrouver les mêmes sensations mais sans succès et après plusieurs mois de masturbation et de réflexion, j'ai pris ma décision puisque je n'arrivais pas à me donner autant de plaisir que mon frère alors j'allais lui demander de me masturber encore une fois. Alors un soir je suis entrée dans sa chambre, il était sur mister lit en train de lire un bouquin, j'ai refermé la porte derrière moi, j'ai commencé par des bégayements incompréhensibles puis après avoir pris mon courage à deux mains, j'ai fini par sortir :

-Lionel, je veux que tu me masturbes comme la dernière fois.

Mon frère me regarda un long moment puis finit par me dire

-D'accord, mais à une condition

-Laquelle?

-Je veux être le seul à te le faire, je veux qu'à chaque fois que tu veux te masturber tu préféreras me le demander plutôt que de le faire toi-même.

-d'accord

-Déshabille-toi et approche-toi

Une fois nue je m'approchais doucement de lui, j'étais quand même gênée et j'appréhendais ce qui allait se passer, il s'était assis sur le rebord du lit puis il me dit :

-Assieds-toi sur mes genoux face au miroir de l'armoire

-Oui

Je me suis assise sur ses genoux, il m'écarta les jambes, à peine eut-il posé la main sur moi que je sentis mon corps frismisterner, il commença par me caresser le ventre, puis les cuisses, je voyais ma chatte s'ouvrir toute seule et la cyprine qui commençait à mouiller, ses doigts caressaient mes lèvres, puis il enfonça mister majeur et fit de lents va et vient et l'autre main caressait mon clito, je mouillais de plus en plus et je commençais à gémir, il enfonça un deuxième doigt dans ma chatte et accéléra légèrement la masturbation, pendant que mister autre main continuait à s'occuper de mon clito, je me caressais et me malaxais les seins, mes gémissements se firent de plus en plus fort, mon frère en a profité pour m'enfoncer ma culotte dans la bouche pour étouffer mes gémissements, je ne me contrôlais plus, je me voyais dans le miroir et j'avais du mal à me reconnaître, je me voyais en train d'être masturbée par mon frère, gémissant et me caressant les seins avec de la bave dégoulinant légèrement de ma bouche, mon frère me pinça le clito et j'eus un très puissant orgasme encore plus puissant que la première fois. Il retira ses doigts de ma chatte et lécha la cyprine qu'il avait sur les doigts il m'allongea sur le lit et partit de la chambre, j'ai repris mon souffle et je crois que je me suis assoupie un peu. Quand je me suis réveillée, mon frère rentra dans sa chambre une serviette autour de la taille.

-Tu es encore là?

-Je...je crois que je me suis assoupie

-Tu devrais retourner dans ta chambre

Je savais qu'il avait raimister, mais je ne voulais pas partir je voulais que ça continue alors j'ai dit :

-Prends-moi!

Il me sourit, ferma la porte et me dit :

-Si tu baises avec moi, tu devras faire tout ce que je te demanderai sans poser de question, tu devras m'obéir au doigt et à l'œil, tu seras mon esclave sexuelle.

-D'accord

Je ne m'étais pas encore rendue compte dans quoi je m'étais embarquée mais ce soir-là, il m'a fait l'amour comme jamais, j'ai joui trois fois ce soir-là. J'allais sortir pour rentrer dans ma chambre quand il me dit

-Demain, je veux que tu restes à la maimister.

-Mais demain j'ai école!

-Tu sèches, tu dis à maman que tu es malade, demain je travaille pas, je lui dirais que je m'occupe de toi. Je suis rentrée dans ma chambre, en pensant à la soirée que je venais de passer et à la journée de demain.

Le lendemain je fis donc ce que mon frère m'avait demandé, je fis semblant d'être malade. Je m'étais masturbée pour être en nage et pour augmenter légèrement ma température. J'avais quand même mis le thermomètre sous la lampe pour faire mieux. Ma mère décida que je devais rester au lit toute la journée et Lionel se proposa pour me garder toute la journée. Je restais dans mon lit pendant que mes parents et mon frère prenaient leur petit déjeuner. Quand mes parents furent partis, j'entendis mon frère monter les escaliers et arriver devant ma porte. J'étais de plus en plus excitée. Il entra et vint s'asseoir sur mon lit à côté de moi. Il enleva les couvertures qui me recouvraient et me demanda de me déshabiller, ce que je fis sans poser de question. Il déboutonna mister pantalon et sortit mister sexe déjà en érection. Il le prit en main, me fit un signe de la tête et me dit :

- Viens te mettre à genoux devant moi.

Une fois à genoux devant lui, il me prit ma main et me la mit sur mister sexe, 
mister sexe était chaud, doux et dur à la fois, puis il me dit :


- Suce-moi

Je restais un petit moment sans rien faire, puis je finis par lui avouer :


- Je ne l'ai encore jamais fait


- Ne t'inquiète pas je te dirai quoi faire


- D'accord


- Embrasse-le


Je faisais tout ce qu'il me disait


- maintenant prends-le en bouche et décalotte-le avec ta langue.


Son sexe était vraiment chaud et salé


- Caresse-moi les couilles et suce-moi bien.


J'adorais sentir mister sexe doux dans ma bouche, j'aimais vraiment ça


- Tu te débrouilles bien pour une première fois, alors on va passer à 
l'étape suivante. Il mit sa main sur ma tête et fit aller et venir sur mister sexe, en me donnant la cadence, il commença à gémir.


- Ah oui c'est bon, branle-moi en même temps.


Je pris mister sexe en main et j'ai commencé à le masturber avec un peu 
de difficulté, j'avais un peu de mal à le sucer et à le branler en même 
temps, mais je sentis que mister sperme allait bientôt sortir.


- Garde bien mon sexe en bouche, tu vas boire tout mon sperme


Quand il a joui dans ma bouche, mister jet était si violent que j'ai 
failli m'étouffer.


- Avale bien tout parce que ça sera ton unique petit déjeuner.


J'avalais tout comme il me l'avait demandé, c'était la première 
fois que je buvais mister jus sucré. Il m'attrapa par les épaules et m'embrassa longuement et tendrement. Quand mister sexe eut repris des powers, il mit un préservatif et s'allongea sur mon lit et me fit signe de venir sur lui. Je m'exécutais sans discuter et m'empalais sur mister sexe. Ma chatte était déjà bien humide et mister sexe n'eut aucun mal à me pénétrer. Je fis de lents va et viens sur mister sexe, il me mit les mains sur mes fesses, me les caressa, me les malaxa et me donna le rythme du va et vient. Je gémissais à chaque entrée de mister sexe en moi. Mon corps était très sensible, mes tétons étaient en érection. Il en profitait pour les caresser et les pincer, il ne me fallut pas longtemps avant de jouir une première fois. Il me suça et me mordilla les tétons, m'enlaçait, il me rendait complètement folle, il me fit basculer en arrière, m'écarta bien les jambes et accéléra nettement ses coups de reins. Il mit mes jambes par-dessus ses épaules, il entrait bien profondément dans ma chatte ; je criais de plaisir en me caressant les seins. Je m'abandonnais complètement à lui. Il s'enfonça bien en moi et finit par jouir en même temps que moi. Il sortit de ma chatte, enleva mister préservatif, le retourna et m'ordonna de boire à nouveau mister sperme que le préservatif avait retenu. 
Après avoir repris mon souffle, il m'ordonna de le suivre dans sa
 chambre, il sortit un carton de sous mister lit où il y avait de nombreux objets sexuels mais il n'en prit qu'un, un bâillon boule, il se mit derrière moi et me le mit avant que je n'ai pu dire quoi que se soit, il serra bien le bâillon, ma bouche ouverte la boule dans la bouche.


- Suis-moi, tu vas me laver.


Il sortit de sa chambre et entra dans la salle de bain, je le suivais comme 
mister ombre, il entra dans la douche, je pris le gel douche et un gant, il me 
stoppa net.


- non non non, tu vas te verser le gel douche sur tes seins et sur ton ventre et tu vas te frotter contre moi pour me laver.


Un peu surprise de sa demande mais heureuse d'apprendre des nouvelles 
choses, je pris le gel douche et me le versai sur le corps. J'entrais dans 
la douche derrière lui et j'ai commencé à me frotter contre mister dos. Mes seins frottaient contre mister dos pendant que mon ventre caressait ses 
fesses. Le gel douche coulait sur ma chatte ; j'en profitais pour laver ses jambes en frottant ma chatte contre elles. Une fois que j'eus fini de lui laver le dos et les jambes, je me suis relevée, et me suis mise devant lui. Je me frottais les seins contre mister torse, il me faisait monter et descendre. Mes tétons me faisaient mal tellement ils pointaient. Puis, je pris mister bras gauche entre mes seins et allais et venais sur mister bras, puis mister bras droit. Puis, je me suis mise à genoux devant lui, pris mister sexe entre mes seins et le lavais bien consciencieusement mais il m'arrêta assez vite, il me releva et m'embrassa longuement et tendrement, il se rinça et sortit de la douche 
- Va t'asseoir sur le rebord de la baignoire.
 Il prit de la mousse à raser et un rasoir, il se mit à genoux devant moi et
 m'écarta les cuisses.


- Il est temps de faire un peu le ménage de ce côté.


Il m'appliqua la mousse à raser sur la chatte et commença à me raser 
doucement, j'étais à la fois excitée et effrayée qu'il se loupe, mais
 tout se passa bien, une fois fini, il caressa un peu ma chatte imberbe et vint me l'embrasser et me la lécher. Je lui caressais la tête, il suça et
 mordillait mon clito ; je gémissais fortement à chaque fois qu'il me touchait, puis il s'arrêta d'un coup.


- Pisse-moi dans la bouche.


 Je fus d'abord surprise par sa demande, croyant avoir mal entendu mais
 il réitéra mister ordre, en me donnant une tape sur les fesses.


- Pisse-moi dans la bouche!


C'était vraiment ce qu'il m'avait demandé. A la seconde tape sur
 mes fesses, l'urine commença à sortir de ma chatte. Il ouvrit sa bouche, mon urine remplissait sa bouche et en débordait légèrement, et il en avala une grande partie. Quand le débit commença à se réduire, il plaqua sa bouche contre ma chatte et aspira. C'était une sensation toute nouvelle, sa
 langue ouvrait ma chatte et mon urine sortait toute seule. Quand il eut bu mes dernières gouttes, il se releva, léchant ses babines, et me demanda de 
retourner sous la douche. Je me mis tout contre le mur, dos au mur, il 
s'approcha de moi, me souleva et mit mes jambes autour de sa taille et 
s'enfonça bien en moi, c'était la première fois qu'il me 
pénétrait sans préservatif, que je sentais la peau de mister sexe contre mes lèvres, mais contrairement aux autres fois, il ne fit pas de va et vient en moi il resta un petit moment dans ma chatte et d'un coup je sentis un liquide chaud inonder ma chatte, il était en train d'uriner en moi, mister urine débordait un peu mais une grande partie resta en moi. Quand il eut fini, il se retira, et toute mister urine sortit d'un coup de ma chatte, se qui me fit jouir très fortement, il me sourit et nous rinça une dernière fois. Il partit dans sa chambre et me demanda de l'attendre dans le salon. La journée ne faisait que commencer.

J'étais donc dans le salon complètement nue avec le bâillon boule dans la bouche, mon frère revint 5 minutes plus tard habillé cette fois-ci, il prit une chaise et la plaça au milieu du salon face au canapé et me dit


- Assieds-toi!


Je me suis assise bien gentiment comme il me l'avait ordonné, puis il m'empoigna les bras et me les mit derrière mon dos et les attacha bien à la chaise.


- Ecarte les jambes!


Il se mit devant moi et m'enfonça un vibromasseur bien profondément dans la chatte et l'alluma en position basse puis me caressa le clito, le vibro bien au fond de moi commençait à me faire mouiller, mon frère lécha ses doigts et alla s'asseoir sur le canapé en me regardant, il m'observait bien attentivement, je mouillais de plus en plus, je n'étais plus sa sœur mais sa chose, je me sentais salope, et je dois dire que ça ne me déplaisait pas, ma chatte mouillait de plus en plus et mes tétons étaient de plus en plus durs, mon bassin faisait des va et viens sur la chaise et je gémissais de plus en plus, et je commençais à transpirer, mon frère se leva et vint mettre le vibro en position plus rapide et repartit à sa place, ma chatte dégoulinait de plus en plus, je gémissais de plus en plus fort quand tout d'un coup j'entendis la misternette de la porte.

J'avais très peur, mon frère se leva, alla vers la porte et regarda dans le Juda, me fit signe que tout était ok, et à mon grand étonnement ouvrit la porte, une femme entra, elle était grande, noire assez bien faite, elle devait avoir le même âge que mon frère, ils s'embrassèrent longuement, elle posa le carton qu'elle avait aux mains et vint vers moi, elle me regarda, mis sa main sur ma chatte et récupéra de ma cyprine qu'elle lécha.


- Ben dis donc ma salope, toi quand tu mouilles, tu fait pas semblant.


Elle remonta légèrement sa jupe et s'assit sur mes genoux et commença à me caresser les seins, c'était la première fois qu'une femme me caressait, c'était à la fois bizarre et très bon, elle lécha les goûtes de sueur qui dégoulinaient de mon front, puis elle se leva et rejoignit mon frère.


Mon frère : - Comment tu la trouves?


Elle : - elle m'a l'air très bien et très salope


Mon frère s'approcha de moi et me dit


- Je te présente Claire, c'est ma copine, et ça sera aussi ta maîtresse, à partir de maintenant tu m'appelleras maître et elle maîtresse tu as compris?


J'acquiescé de la tête, Claire s'approcha de moi et me retira le vibro de la chatte, ce qui me donna un immense orgasme qui me fit crier de plaisir. Elle lécha longuement la cyprine du vibromasseur puis le posa, mon frère alla s'asseoir sur le canapé, pendant que Claire se déshabillait, quand elle fut complètement nue, elle vint s'asseoir sur mes genoux face à moi, elle se mit tout contre moi, ses seins tout contre les miens, nos tétons se frottaient, les miens étaient déjà bien durs et tendus, elle m'enlaça, m'embrassa et me lécha dans le cou, m'enleva le bâillon et m'embrassa à pleine bouche, c'était complètement différent que d'embrasser un garçon, sa langue était fine et douce, je lui rendais volontiers mister baisé, ses mains me caressaient divinement bien ; j'aurais voulu lui rendre ses caresses mais mes liens m'en empêchaient, et elle s'éloigna de moi. Elle fouilla un peu dans mister carton.


- Ecoute-moi salope, tu vas être toute à moi pendant les prochaines minutes ton frère va nous regarder et je veux que tu sois une vraie chienne tu m'as compris?


- Oui


- Oui qui?!


- Oui maîtresse


Elle sortit du carton 2 pinces à tétons vibrants, qu'elle put placer facilement sur mes tétons en érection, sans les mettre en marche, puis retourna au carton et sortit un double gode en latex rose transparent. Elle m'écarta les jambes et m'enfonça le gode en moi et commença à faire de petits va et vient en moi. N'aillant plus le bâillon en bouche, mes gémissements purent enfin sortir et rémisterner dans toute la pièce, elle mit en marche un après l'autre les pinces tétons vibrants, les vibrations partaient de mes tétons et se propageaient dans mes seins, mes tétons me faisaient de plus en plus mal mais c'était bon, puis elle s'arrêta de me masturber, m'enjamba et s'enfonça lentement l'autre moitié du gode dans la chatte et m'embrassa passionnément, je ne voulais plus quitter ses lèvres, sa langue, c'était devenu un vrai supplice quand ses lèvres quittaient les miennes.

Elle commença à remuer mister bassin faisant ainsi bouger le gode dans nos chattes, ces tétons étaient tout contre les miens et avaient fait tomber les pinces sans que je ne m'en aperçoive tellement je ne sentais plus mes tétons. Mon corps était en feu, je brûlais de désir pour ma nouvelle maîtresse qui commençait à gémir en bougeant mister bassin.


- Alors ma cochonne tu aimes?


- Oui maîtresse


- Ton frère m'a raconté que tu te masturbais tous les soirs en rentrant à la maimister?


- Oui maîtresse


- Il m'a tout dit sur la petite salope que tu es, comment tu es venue lui demander qu'il te masturbe, comment tu lui as demandé de te baiser, tu as aimé ça?


- Oui maîtresse


Elle arrêta ses mouvements et se leva en se sortant le gode de la chatte, en se mordant les lèvres, reprit le bâillon gode et me le mit sur la bouche et me donna un petit bisou sur la joue, et replaça le double gode dans ma chatte encore dégoulinante de cyprine et alla vers mon frère qui s'était déshabillé pendant que Claire s'occupait de moi. Mon frère l'attendait sur le divan, le sexe tendu. Elle lui tourna le dos, mon frère se leva, elle se pencha en avant, écarta ses fesses, et mon frère vint s'enfoncer sans mal dans mister cul.

Claire ferma les yeux et se mordait les lèvres en sentant le sexe de mon frère entrer en elle. Lionel l'a prise par les hanches et fit de rapides et forts va et vient en elle qui la firent crier de plaisir à chaque coup de reins et elle criait de plus en plus en se caressant les seins. Je voulais être à sa place, je voulais sentir sa bite en moi et ses mains sur mon corps nu. Ma chatte dégoulinait de plus en plus en voyant ce spectacle, mon frère me regarda et me dit


- Alors ma salope tu aimes ce que je lui fais?


Je fis oui de la tête, puis Claire me dit


- Ne t'inquiète pas ma chérie, tout à l'heure, ça sera ton tour.
 Puis les deux amants reprirent leurs ébats. Mon frère lui prenait le cul tout en lui caressant la chatte, je voyais les jambes de Claire trembler, sous les assauts de mon frère ; elle criait et en redemandait. Lionel lui enfonça 2 doigts dans la chatte et lui masturba la chatte. Les jambes de Claire fléchissaient mais elle essayait tant bien que mal à rester debout, je n'avais jamais vu une femme crier autant de plaisir et aussi fort quand mon frère eut joui dans mister cul. Quand mon frère se retira, elle retomba à genoux pour reprendre mister souffle pendant que mon frère lui caressait les cheveux. Une fois que les deux amants eurent fini de reprendre leur souffle, ils me regardèrent. Mon frère aida

Claire à se lever, ils se rapprochèrent de moi. Mon frère me détacha, Claire m'enleva le bâillon et me dit


- Maintenant ma salope nous allons te dépuceler le cul.

Ils m'avaient détaché et débâillonné et m'avaient dit qu'ils allaient me dépuceler le cul, la maîtresse partit devant, mon frère m'embrassa tendrement en me caressant le ventre, je mataient discrètement le cul de Claire et remarquais le sperme blanc dégoulinant de mister anus et qui coulait sur sa peau noire.


- tu as vu mister cul ma salope? Il te plaît?


- oui maître


- dans quelques heures, tu auras le même.


Il me prit la main et m'emmena dans la salle de bain, où nous attendait Claire, nue, une pompe à lavement à la main. Je m'approchais de Claire tout doucement, appréhendant ce qu'il allait m'arriver, Claire me prit la main et me tira vers elle, me tourna et me fit pencher en avant, elle me regarda et me caressa les fesses et dit


- Elle a vraiment un beau cul, je sens qu'on va bien s'y amuser.


Puis, elle me mit une claque sur les fesses, se qui me fit sursauter et m'arracha un petit cri, puis elle me donna une autre claque, plus elle me claquait les fesses, plus mes cris étaient forts, et je sentais ma chatte s'humidifier de plus en plus, puis elle arrêta ses claques sur les fesses, m'écarta les jambes et me claqua la chatte.


- Mais, tu mouilles ma salope, je savais que tu aimais les fessées ma chérie. Mon frère s'approcha de moi, me caressa la joue, me sourit et me dit à l'oreille


- Si tu es très sage et que tu le demandes gentiment, je te donnerai la fessée tant que tu voudras.


Puis, il rejoignit Claire dernière moi. Mes maîtres me caressaient et me claquaient les fesses et ma maîtresse en profitait pour lécher la cyprine qui coulait de ma chatte. Quand mes fesses furent assez rouges pour eux, mon maître m'écarta les fesses pendant que la maîtresse m'enfonça lentement la poire dans le cul, je sentis petit à petit mon ventre se remplir d'eau tiède. Ils me caressèrent les fesses pendant que la poire remplissait mon cul, j'avais de plus en plus de mal à contenir tout le liquide chaud en moi, ils retirèrent la poire.


- Tu ne te videras que quand on te le dira, c'est compris salope?


- Oui maîtresse.


Mon frère se mit devant moi, me caressa le visage et me présenta mister sexe.


- Allez, montre à Claire comment tu suces.


- Oui Maître


Je pris mister sexe en main et le mis dans ma bouche sans attendre, mister goût était différent de ce matin, il avait pris le goût de ma chatte et de celle de Claire. Je m'appliquais à bien lécher sa bite de haut en bas tout en lui caressant les couilles. Mon maître me prit par les cheveux pour me donner
le rythme de la pipe pendant que ma maîtresse me caressait la chatte. Ses doigts venaient caresser les cuisses, mon clito, mes lèvres pour venir s'enfoncer dans ma chatte pour me masturber. Je gémissais et j'avais de plus en plus de mal à retenir le liquide de mon cul. J'essayais de me retenir 
tant bien que mal en me tordant dans tous les sens. Plus je bougeais, plus ma maîtresse me donnait des fessées et moins j'arrivais à me retenir. Je me tenais bien aux hanches de mon frère pour ne pas tomber. Le sexe de mon frère entrait et sortait de ma bouche sans ralentir, ce n'était plus moi qui
lui faisait une pipe mais lui qui baisait ma bouche, il agrippa bien mes cheveux et accéléra les va et vient. Je sentait Claire lécher ma cyprine coulant le long de ma jambe.

Quand mon maître sortit mister sexe et jouit sur mon visage 
dans un râle de plaisir, Claire et mon frère ont échangé leur place. Ma maîtresse me prit le visage et me regarda longuement.


- hummmm, une vraie pute comme je les aime, tu avais raimister, elle est parfaite, une vraie salope.


Puis, elle lécha tout le sperme que j'avais sur le visage pendant que mon frère me masturbait la chatte. Quand elle eut bien nettoyé le visage, elle me dit


- Vas-y, vide-toi, tu l'as mérité.


A ces mots, je me vidais complètement du liquide qui remplissait mon ventre avec un grand soulagement. Une fois bien nettoyée, ils me remirent le bâillon et m'emmenèrent dans ma chambre. Une fois dans ma chambre, ils m'allongèrent sur le ventre sur mon lit. Mon frère s'essaya sur une chaise à côté de mon lit pendant que ma maîtresse enfila une ceinture gode à laquelle elle fixa un gode assez petit et aussi large qu'un tube à essai.

Elle attacha mes chevilles à une barre assez longue pour laisser mes jambes écartées, attacha mes bras dans mon dos et me fit basculer en avant. Eelle se mit derrière
moi en me caressant les fesses, me les malaxait en me donnant des petites tapes. Elle m'écarta les fesses et je sentis le lubrifiant très froid couler sur mon anus qu'elle caressait avec ses doigts. Elle enfonça lentement un doigt en moi et le bougea pour bien m'écarter l'anus. C'était une sensation
assez étrange, pas aussi bonne que dans ma chatte mais très excitante. Une fois mon anus assez écarté pour elle, ma maîtresse se mit derrière moi, lubrifia mister gode et força l'entrée de mon anus. Malgré sa petite préparation, mister entrée dans mon cul fut légèrement douloureuse ; elle resta un petit
moment sans bouger en moi puis me redressa en me tirant par les cheveux et commença de lents va et vient dans mon anus tout en me tenant par les cheveux.

Je ne pouvais plus bouger, j'avais mal mais c'était bon. Tout en s'occupant de moi, 
Claire regardait mon frère se caresser, mes maîtres se regardaient l'un l'autre, c'était comme s'ils se faisaient l'amour et que moi je servais d'accessoire. J'étais devenue un gode ou une poupée gonflable pour eux, un jouet et j'aimais ça, oh mon dieu oui j'aimais vraiment ça. Claire se retira 
de mon cul.


- Vas-y, c'est ton tour, je crois qu'elle est prête.


Je suis restée à genoux sur mon lit, essayant de reprendre mes esprits, et avant que je ne m'en rende compte mon frère était derrière moi en train de me caresser les fesses. Son sexe faisait pression sur mon anus et entrait lentement en moi. J'avais l'impression d'être déchirée en deux à chaque avancée de mister sexe en moi, mes cris étaient devenus un mélange de cris de douleur et de plaisir. Claire avait pris la place de mon frère sur le fauteuil et se caressait en regardant mister amant m'enculer. Une fois mister sexe bien entré en moi, il resta un moment sans bouger. Je sentais mon cul se refermer sur mister sexe puis il se retira ; il faisait de très lents va et vient qu'il accélérait au fur et à mesure. Je gémissait de plus en plus fort. Il me prit bien par les hanches et ses va et vient devinrent rapides et violents dans mon cul.

Mes jambes tremblaient, j'avais du mal à rester à genoux mais il me tenait bien. J'étais à lui et il ne comptait pas me laisser partir. Mma maîtresse, quant à elle, se masturbait la chatte avec un gode et ses gémissement se mélangeaient aux miens pour ne devenir plus qu'un. 


C'était un moment magique, la sodomie fut une grande découverte pour moi, je prenais un pieds d'enfer, je ne voulais plus qu'il s'arrête. J'avais mal au cul mais c'était trop bon, quand soudain mon frère s'enfonça bien en
moi pour se vider dans mon cul et me lâcha les hanches. Je m'écroulais de fatigue sur mon lit. Je sentais le sperme dégouliner de mon cul. Je ne pouvais plus bouger, j'étais fatiguée, je voyais Claire prendre le sexe de mon frère en bouche pour bien le nettoyer. Je voulais les rejoindre mais je manquais de power ; je ne pouvais presque plus bouger. Quand mon maître fut bien nettoyé, il me détacha, me débâillonna et me caressa.


- Alors Marion ça va? tu as aimé?


- Oui beaucoup Maître


- Très bien, mais surtout tu dois le dire à permisterne c'est bien compris?


- Oui


- Tu sais, je suis très fier de toi, tu as été une vraie salope comme on les aime, et si tu es sage, on le refera.


- C'est vrai?


- Oui, mais maintenant il se fait tard, il faut ranger un peu ce bordel, nous laver et te remettre au lit. N'oublie pas que tu es sensée être malade.


C'est vrai qu'il était déjà tard, nous avions fait l'amour toute la journée et je ne m'en étais pas rendue compte. Nous avions raté le dîner, mais je n'avais jamais eu faim, comme si le sexe m'avait servi de nourriture. Nous avons donc tout rangé, j'étais un peu déçue car j'aurais aimé que cela dure encore, mais je savais que j'allais avoir beaucoup d'autres séances.

Et c'est vrai qu'il y eut plein de séances, mais malheureusement pour moi mon frère et Claire ont pris un appartement quelques mois plus tard, nos séances se mistert espacées. Puis, j'ai grandi et je suis allée souvent leur rendre visite pour mes séances et le nombre de soumises a grandi aussi (toutes des femmes), mais cela est une autre histoire...



VACANCES INFIDELE CHAUDES EN TUNISIE


On étai partit une semaine en vacances hôtel club en Tunisie, avec la formule tout compris.
Nos débuts de vacances se passaient bien. Journées ensoleillées agréables, plage, piscine, activités sportives. Et les mono étaient aussi très sympa. Surtout un qui venaient nous voir très souvent.
J’eu vite compris pourquoi.
Au milieu de la semaine, alors que je m’absentais pour aller chercher une boismister fraiche, je vis le jeune Samir discuter avec ma femme. Je les observais de loin, et constata qu’ils rigolèrent bien. Je décidais donc de rester à l’ écart et je m’aperçu que ma femme se retournait de temps en temps pour voir si j’arrivais. A un moment, Samir se pencha à l’oreille de ma femme et lui murmura quelques mots. Dans la seconde qui suivit je vis ma femme prendre sa serviette et suivre Samir. Je les suivis de loin et les vis rentrer dans un bungalow qui devait être celui du mono. Je m’approchais de la fenêtre et vis ma femme se laisser offrir une boismister. Puis il s’approcha d’elle et lui caressa les fesses. Elle ne répondit pas, alors Samir insista en lui glissant la main directement dans le creux des fesses et l’attira à lui. Il frotta mister bas ventre sur celui de ma femme avant de l’embrasser dans le coup.
Puis il descendit le haut du maillot de ma femme pour faire sortir ses seins lourds qu’il commença à lécher. Apres de longues minutes il la coucha sur le lit et lui retira mister maillot pour la mettre nue. Il sortit mister sexe et ma femme eu un air surprise. Le sexe de Samir devait faire un bon 20cm et d’épaisseur de 6cm avec un gland encore plus gros que le reste du membre.
Elle tenta de le sucer comme elle put mais cela ne le contenta pas alors il sortit un préservatif de mister tiroir, le mis et commença à frotter mister gland contre la fente de ma femme. N’en pouvant plus elle lui demanda de la prendre, ce qu’il fit sans problème. Son sexe coulissait lentement dans la chatte de Christelle, le temps qu’elle s’y habitue car mister vagin devait être écarté au maximum par ce membre énorme. Apres quelques va et viens, Samir s’activa plus violement, faisant coulisser sa queue de toute sa longueur dans sa chatte. Elle en appréciait les moindres centimètres vus les gémissements qui émanaient de sa bouche. Au moment où elle allait jouir Samir se bloqua ce qui la frustra, et demanda à Samir d’un ton agacé de ne pas s’arrêter. Samir, un sourire en coin, repris sa cadence.
Au bout d’un moment j’entendis un bruit de pas, pas loin de moi. Je me retournais en faisant mine de rien en regardant la piscine car un couple de vacancier venait vers moi. Une fois passé, je me rendis compte que je n’entendais plus rien. Et en me retournant je vis que Samir avait positionné Christelle à quatre pattes sur le bord du lit. Et qu’il allait la prendre à nouveau.
Il tapa le bout de mister membre sur sa fente puis la positionna devant mister entrée et la rentra d’un coup net. Il attrapa ses hanches et commença à la rebaiser à grand coups de rein. Son engin coulissait à nouveau de toute sa longueur dans la chatte de ma femme, ses couilles tapant contre mister clito. De la mouille coulait et souillait les poils de la queue de Samir. Il attrapa les seins de Christelle pour les lui peloter en s’amusant bien avec, vu le large sourire qui émanait de mister visage. Cela l’excita car il accéléra l’allure en mettant de grands coups de queue comme un fou. Elle cria sous ses à-coups, ce qui fait qu’ils ne résistèrent pas longtemps et les fit venir rapidement quasi simultanément. Ils écroulèrent sur le lit. Apres quelques minutes de repos, j’entendis Samir dire a ma femme que la veille de mister départ, qu’elle se débrouille pour revenir car il aura une surprise pour elle comme souvenir…

En milieu de semaine, apres un tournoi je ne vis pas ma femme au bord de la piscine. Quelques minutes apres elle arriva prétextant aller s’etre désaltérée. C’était elle encore fait sauter par samir ?
La fameuse veille du départ, ma femme qui était faignante de toute activité, me dit qu’elle avait prévu de faire une séance d’aqua gym cet apres midi lors de mon tournoi de foot. Je partis le premier. 20 minutes apres mon départ je me dirigeais vers le bungalows de samir. Elle venait juste de rentrer. Il la fit asseoir sur la table, lui caressa l’interieur des cuisses tout en l’embrassant puis fit tomber le haut de mister maillot, commenca à lui lécher ses seins. Et descendit à sa chatte. Il commenca par quelques coups de langue et un puis deux doigts puis ensuite la lecher frenetiquement en lui enfoncant quatre doigts dans la moule. Elle en avait partout, sa mouille coulait abondamment. Elle ne put résister à ce traitement et explosa sur le visage de samir qui se délectait de la mouille de ma femme. Mouillée à fond, samir l’allongea sur le lit et lui enfonca sa colonne de chair sans difficulté .
Apres quelques va et viens, il la bascula de coté. L’angle de penetration faisait en sorte qu'à chaque coup de queue le clito etait stimulé . Il la colla contre lui, lui attrapant les fesses pour bien la maintenir et lui assena des coups de rein violents et ultra rapides. Il lui defoncait littéralement la chatte. Apres une bonne dizaine de minutes, ma femme ne put se retenir et joui une nouvelle fois tres violament… il se degagea, poussa ma femme sur le rebord du lit pour s’allonger sur le dos et lui demanda de le chevaucher. Elle allait se mettre sur lui quand il lui repondit non pas comme ca. elle devait le chevaucher mais dos à lui, position qu’elle avait jamais essayé mais au combien agreable vu le gemissement qui sortit de sa bouche quand il lui remit sa queue dans la fente. Elle avait les mains de chaque coté des epaules de samir et ses jambes largement ecartées de chaque coté de celles de samir, me laissant un apercu immense sur sa chatte avec mister clito gonflé qui n'eu pas longtemps à attendre les caresses manuelles de samir.
Samir n’avait toujours pas joui et s’eclatait avec ma femme qui devenait plus resistante à la queue du mono grace a ses précédentes jouissances. Samir avait raimister, c’etait un tres beau cadeau de depart. Enfin je croyai. Il s’amusa a la penetrer tantot profondement tantot tres rapidement. Elle s’en prenait tellement dans la chatte depuis tout a l’heure qu’elle se laissa tomber sur samir. Il put peloter les gros seins de christelle avec ferveur, les serrant avec power, faisant rouler leur pointes avec des doigts. A chaque coup de queue il les pressa pour accentuer mister emprise. Malgres ses precedentes jouissances, christelle ne pu resiter plus longtemps et joui encore violement dans un grand rale rauque qui sortit du fond de sa gorge. Pensant que samir en avait fini avec elle, et qu’il allait bientôt jouir elle se laissa aller. Mais, ma femme encore dans les vapes, et commencant a etre vidée de tout ce plaisir, elle se laissa glisser sur le ventre par samir. Supposant qu’il allait se finir a la main elle se detendit mais il se mit sur elle. Surprise, elle voulu bouger mais il appuya de tout mister poids pour la maintenir. Elle lui demanda ce qu’il faisait, il lui repondit que comme promis elle allait avoir la surprise pour mister souvenir de vacances. Il glissa une main sous mister ventre et je compris qu’il prenait sa queue pour l’enfoncer dans le cul de ma femme. Elle commenca a se crisper, serrant les draps de ses mains, mister visage fit une enorme grimace, ce qui me fit supposer qu’il venait de glisser mister gland dans l’œillet. Il retira sa main et agrippa les hanches puis poussa mister bassin vers les fesses de ma femme lentement, qui ne put retenir des cris de douleurs lors de cette longue pénétration. Il resta quelques secondes comme ca avant de pousser un dernier petit coup sec pour y rentrer les derniers centimetres. Puis il se retira jusqu’au gland avant d’y replonger sa longue et grosse colonne de chair. Mais cette fois ci n’attendit pas quelques secondes et continua ses va et viens. Son gros membre coulissa difficilement dans les fesses de ma femme. Il se releva, pris appui sur ses bras, main posées sur les reins de ma femme et fit des va et viens pas tres rapides mais tres puissants, faisant rentrer et sortir tout mister membre . Au fur et a mesure des va et viens, christelle decrispa mister visage. Elle avait plus les dents serrées, tetanisée par la douleur. Ses soupirs de douleur etaient remplacés par de petit ouff ouff à chaque coup de queue. Son corps commencait à se laisser aller. Ses cris devenaient de plus en plus graves. Maintenant elle gemissait des ha ohh ouhh. Au bout d’une dizaine de minutes je compris que christelle changeait et qu’elle commencait a jouir des coup de queue dans mister cul.. C’est ma femme et elle commencait à jouir de plus en en plus fort. Samir accelera l’allure. Il se pencha pour peloter les gros seins de ma femme et l’embrassa. Il se roulerent une pelle comme jamais, tellement ils etaient excités. Ma femme tenta de se mettre sur les avant bras et de se relever pour mieux recevoir la bite de samir. Jusqu'à se mettre a patte. Samir etait satisfait et commenca à se dechainer. Ma femme etait totalement detendue et commencait à crier de plus en plus. Il agrippa les seins de christelle qui avait ses tetons tendus . il lui petrissait les seins. Christelle dans un grand rale venait de jouir. Samir ne fut pas long a la rejoindre. Quelque minutes apres, il prirent chacun une douche et sortirent du bungalow pendant que je retournais à mon fameux tournoi.

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A Bad, Bad Thing


I did a bad bad thing last night. I rarely enter chatrooms anymore but for some reamister I felt compelled to last night. I logged into this blacks looking for sluts chatroom and making no effort to hide, I used a sexy white girls name which is what I am. I finally found one interesting private message after getting hit with about ten others in a space of seconds. I won't reveal his handle but the handle identified him as a black dom type with another kinky part of the handle I won't go into just yet. We soon got into a easy going chat mood and when he asked me what my secret desires were, I honestly told him. I was black curious and all my fantasies involved me with blacks, often groups. He pressed for more information and I expressed an interest to be owned and used for my Masters pleasure however he wanted. He said for me to be more explicit and I told him a black master could whore me out, even pimp me, if I found the right Master. He asked if I had pics and I said yes. He said send me one with you in heels. I told him I didn't have any of me heels but I ended up sending him a pic of in short tiny cutoffs showing off most of my legs and half my ass.

I suppose here I should tell you something of me. I'm 22, blonde, married and blessed with a *******er body if I must say so myself. My measurements are an honest 36c-22-36. Anyway, as the chat continued he told me to call myself a Nigga cock whore, his words, not mine. So I did just that. I was getting very turned on by his descriptions of what he expected of me. Always nude and ready for him except for the heels, which he insisted on. I would not be allowed to touch his 11 inch cock with my hands unless he asked. He said all blowjobs would be from my mouth only, no hands. I was to suck his balls and even rim his asshole and stick my tongue into his butt. He wanted to see me fuck gang members and even fat old disgusting black, oops, I meant Nigga's for his amusement. Then he began describing how he wanted to breed me with some dogs and maybe donkeys and horses and he just kept hitting all my secret fantasies. At one point he asked about toys I may have, and I told him I had a huge black vibrator 14 inches long and he said get it. Once I had it in hand he told me push it into my wet pussy. Then when I had maybe half of it up inside me, I suddenly sat down and the whole thing was powerd deep into me. We continued to chat with that monster buzzing inside me. Finally he said if he flew into to see me, how would I dress for him. I began to describe the scene, when suddenly I realized by the clock on the pc that a store I had to go to was closing in half an hour. I had to log off but promised him my fantasy of us meeting real time and down below the story continues only this is my fantasy.

I kept calling the airline to make sure his flight was on time. Ever since 9-11 if you were picking up or dropping off anyone you were only allowed a short access in the terminal so I kept driving around trying to time it just right. His plane was on time taking into account luggage waits and all that, I kept circling the parking lot sometimes pulling up into the pick up area when I saw him and I knew it was him cause he'd sent me a pic of him via email. I stopped the car in front of him and opened my door and got out and walked around the car and I knew from the sudden stops of people walking around they were checking me out. I had on black 4 inch fuck me heels like he wanted but it was the rest of my outfit they were looking at. I had on this short black leather jacket that barely covered my ass and that was all I wore, nothing underneath but me. I leaned up to kiss him, our difference of skin color making a striking contrast. I said I hope you're pleased Master. He looked down at me and made no attempt to soften his response, he said and you must be? He waited and I knew I had to say it, I said, I'm your Nigga Cock Loving Whore Master. He smiled pleased that I'd remembered that.

I drove us to the swingers motel I had told him about and we checked in. He didn't mention my lack of luggage and in truth, I had no luggage, in fact I had no other clothes with me at all, just the heels and jacket. He had said he always wanted me ready to be used and naked at all times. We spent the next six hours in bed fucking like no tomorrow and as he expected, I never used my hands on his cock, only my hot mouth. After getting him hard he had me suck his balls and then simply waited and I knew what he wanted and even though I had never done it before, I quickly used my tongue to rim his ass sticking my tongue into his cuckolds brownie hole. He came in my mouth three times and twice in my pussy and even twice in my asshole which was another new first for me. Finally we took a break and just watched the porno channels playing on the tv then he asked me about the pool. I told him it was clothing optional but no one ever wore a suit there as far as I knew. He smiled at this. He then used the phone to call a taxi and I wondered if we were going out but no he said. Where he came from if you wanted something, you called a taxi. The driver showed up and my Master had to walk out of the complex and through the security gate to talk to him. He was there for a minute and pointed out our room then he came back alone. He came back telling he'd told the driver to get us a pizza with the works and bring it back. That sounded good since I was rather hungry. After about 15 minutes he said he was going to go check out the pool and for me to pay for the pizza and bring it to him when the driver got back. He didn't offer to give me any pizza but I think that was the plan.

I saw the cab return, then the driver spoke through the intercom and the locked gates were electronically opened and he drove through and parked right next to my car. The door opened as I stood in the doorway of our room and out stepped a black driver, about 50 years of age with a beer belly. He reached into the back and pulled out a large box with the pizza in it and walked right up to me grinning and I guess it was because I was nude. He said the total is $44 including tip and when I tried to smile sweetly he said, let me guess, you don't have any money do you? I said no. He eyed me up and down and said maybe we can come to another way you can pay me? I knew this was a test so I said, if that works for you it will work for me and I stepped back and he entered the room but he left the door wide open. I knew anyone walking by would be able to look in and see me, a 22 year old blonde fucking a 50 year old black man. I sat on the bed and he stood before me and I unzipped him and using my hand I reached inside to get his cock when suddenly, whack, he slapped my face and hard. He said white ho's never touch a Masters cock unless told to, with their hands. Try again he said. Now I able to unbuckle his pants with my hands and even tug down his shorts but the rest was up to my mouth.

I got him hard kissing it and sucking it and then his balls and then he turned around and bent over a bit and looked back at me and said, well? I had no choice but to rim his butt too only because he sat all day long, his crack was very smelly and sweaty. But I knew I had to do it. As he was fucking me on the bed which was only about ten feet away from the open doorway, I could see various men stopping by the open door just looking in and enjoying the screwing I was getting. After he was done, I took a quick shower and carried the pizza to the pool area and handed it to my Master. Without a word, he simply began to eat it. When he'd eaten what he wanted he said you may eat now. I wolfed two large slices down and felt a ton better. The pool area began to fill up now as all the guests were ending up there after getting off work. There was about ten other couples, about 6 or 7 single guys, the same one's who seen me fucking the taxi driver and us. Master was the only black man there but that didn't seem to bother him. Some visitors swam in the heated pool (all indoors) and others sat around in the chairs just watching the first two couples having fun in the pool fucking. The hot tub, a ten permister large hot tub, was basically empty. He told me to go turn it on and get in, he'd be back in a few minutes. I turned on the jets and climbed in enjoying the hot water when it began to fill up with all the single guys in the area. So there I was alone in the hot tub with 7 guys and all of us were nude. They asked me about my relationship with the black guy I was with and I told them, I was his property and he was my Master. One of the guys then said, you know when a young girl like you gets in this hot tub with all us guys, it's usually cause she and her man want to see her used. Here I got a bit confused cause I was by rights so supposed to be a Nigga Black Cock Whore but what if Master had told me to get into the hot tub and then left me alone to see I could be anyone's cock whore? So I said, well I'm in hot tub with 7 horny guys and I'd hate to ruin anyones evening and that was all they needed. For the next hour, I was used by all the men, taking loads down my throat, up my cunt and up my ass and it was one of the few times I could look around the room I spotted my Master in his chair watching me and smiling as if in pride. Finally one by one the men were drained and climbed out of the hot tub and jumped into the pool to calm down. Then I was alone till my Master joined me in the tub. He said that was a test to see how willing you were to be a slut for me. Those guys all paid me $20 each to fuck you and that's why I left you alone. I had Just Been Pimped Out!

The next day my fantasy would get wilder. The taxi driver would often pull up and drop off three or four other drivers from the company who all fucked me and they all paid my Master some money, which I didn't know the amount and he never told me. That night he had the driver take us to a all black club where the clientele was a mixture of gang bangers and pimps with their whores I guess. I was the only white girl and all I had on was my heels and jacket. After we sat down, a large black man with gold teeth and chains dangling from this neck brought us over some takes. He complimented my Master on his choice of ho to bring to the club. My Master leaned over and untied the strap around my waist and pulled the jacket open exposing every inch of my body to the man. He whistled and said a fine ho like that should make my Master a ton of money. Master said, she's new at this but eager.

Later that night I proved my eagerness. The other Masters all used me on the sofa in an office. The gangbangers had their way with me on the pool table. Then I was led out the back door, hair streaked in cum, cum around my face, dripping off my tits and running down my legs leaking out of my pussy and ass and here in the alley the lower rung of the clubs clientele used me as I lay on the cement behind the club. My Master would watch for a while and then go back inside but returned often enough to make I was being dragged off somewhere I guess. All told, that night at the club I had swallowed and drank down about 30 loads of cum into my belly. About 50 more had been spunked into my now gaping and sore pussy. 30 more loads had swelled my belly even more from the loads I had taken up the ass. I slept the relax of the dead once back in our room and the next morning I took him back to the airport. Once he was off I went back to the motel and cleaned up and headed home to my husband to tell him all about my weekend. I wasn't on the pill or anything and no one the entire weekend had used protection. My husband was fixed after his first three kids were born so he couldn't get me pregnant if he wanted. I've always wanted my own youngren and I guess time will tell if I got knocked up that weekend or not.

Anyway readers, that was my fantasy, still unlived, after my visit to the chat room. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I had fantasizing about it. Oh, Master did say something about his next visit in my fantasy about visiting a farm ha ha.

PS. I can't leave this just as it is so I better add this next part. My visit to the chatroom was on my older sisters pc when I housesat for her. I sent her pictures off cause I think she's very hot. The email address I used is hers since I don't have a pc yet. She calls me her sick and perverted little sister but always with a laugh. I have done this type of thing, chatroom etc, about 4 times now including today. She often gets a chuckle seeing what some of the guys write to her thinking it's me they are sending them to. Thankfully her pc has a block sender option so while the emails do come to her, they are automatically deleted as unread cause she doesn't want her husband to think she's the pervert in the family. Being unreturned, I'm sure the senders think I'm ignoring them, but truthfully, after I've had my fun, I never see the emails. To the Master who played with me last night, thank you I had fun and while it was a fantasy, something inside me tells me someday I may live them out.

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A Blackmailed Hubby


Jim, I love reading some of your "Wife Watch" stories. I especially enjoy reading about women who dominate men. Secretly I have always wanted to be a dominatrix, but I was not in a position to do anything about it. Recently, that situation has changed and I am now a very happy and very fulfilled woman. Let me tell you my story.

Dick and I have only been married for two years, but our marriage has been in trouble since shortly after the honeymoon. I waited until I was thirty-two to get married to make sure I had the right man. But it turns out my wait was in vain. I admit that I was probably spoiled before meeting Dick and that I am very used to having my own way. When Dick first came into my life he was very considerate of me, always opening doors for me, consulting me on every minor decision that involved the two of us, buying flowers for me, pampering me in every way, etc. All that was quickly stopped by him shortly after we got married. I grew very resentful when he stopped doing the household chores. As a result, I stopped giving him my sexual favors and our love life dwindled to a `quicky' on a once or twice a month basis. Frankly I didn't miss the sex with him all that much because it was never all that good to begin with. What's more I developed a friendship with a woman that I worked with who was bi-sexual. She taught me the joys of female sex and I was very content with my sex life. But I wondered about Dick, because I was sure that the wimp wasn't having an affair and I wondered how he was surviving without any pussy. But recently, I found out why he had been sexually content. The bastard was playing with himself on a regular basis and I didn't know it until I discovered him at it approximately three months ago on a Monday morning. I was running the water for my shower when I realized that I had no soap. When I approached the kitchen from the hall, I could see to our bedroom as the door was slightly ajar. I had a real eye-opener!

I couldn't believe it. My fucking husband was jerking-off. In our two years of marriage and one years of going together, I had never known him to masturbate. So this was how he was able to get by without my pussy on a regular basis. He was most likely jacking off each morning when I was safely in the shower. My first thought was to embarrass him by opening the door and shouting, "What the fuck are you doing?" And I knew he would be embarrassed because he's always used the word jack-off to describe a real low life. For me to catch him at it would really be a put-down. I was somehow really gratified that I had reduced him to playing with himself for his sexual relief. As I stood there slightly amused and pleased that he was doing something he always abhorred in other men, I began to formulate a plan of action that would really work in my favor. Why not catch it all on a video tape and actually blackmail him with it. If I could get it on tape and convince him that I'd use it against him, I was certain he'd start doing the household chores again. As a matter of fact, I was sure that I could get him to treat me as I wished - his master. it would be fun commanding him do all my bidding like a good little slave boy. The thought of it made me incredibly horny and I knew I had to put my scheme into effect as soon as possible.

I left him to his jacking-off and went back in to take my shower. The following day I checked on him to see, if indeed, he jacked himself off each morning. After I turned on the bathroom shower, I returned to watch him. I stood where he really couldn't see me but I could easily observe him. Sure enough, by the time I got into position by the bedroom door, he was already jerking off. He had his cock straight up in the air and he was slowly pulling his uncircumcised fore skin up and down his prick. He began to increase the tempo and finally his cum spilled down his prick and onto his lower stomach and balls. He cleaned himself off with the kleenex by the bed and then got up to get dressed. I was really pleased that he did it each morning because it meant I would be able to put my plan into effect to catch him at his little dirty play.

Later in the day I got hold of my sexy friend, Sharon and revealed the plan I had devised to ensnare my husband. She was delighted by my scheme and invited me to stop by later on my way home from work. She agreed to loan me her vide-camera as long as I'd agree to let her watch it later. Not only did I agree to her request but I assured her that if things worked out the way I planned I'd have Dick under my control to the extent that I'd have him jack- off in permister for her. We chuckled like a couple of teen age girls at the prospect of this debasement. I gave her a super friendly kiss good-by (if you know what I mean) and took off for home with her borrowed cam-corder in hand. When I got home I hid the camera.

The next morning before Dick was awake I placed it under some towels on our dresser and turned it on. Next I made sure to make enough noise to wake him as I headed for my morning shower. I allowed enough time for him to become aroused and headed back to watch at the doorway. Sure enough as he had the previous day I watched he had taken out his wiener and was playing with himself like a pre-teen boy. What was great was that he was facing the camera almost right on and I knew that I was getting a great potential blackmail video of my little hubby in his self-use action. He laid in the bed completely naked stroking himself slowly at first and then increasing the tempo and length of strokes as his cock grew in size. I enjoyed seeing him play with his meat and reveled in the thought that pretty soon all his cock playing would be for my pleasure and at my commands. His facial expression changed to a lustful stare off into space and he moaned quietly. I knew his climax wasn't going to very far away and I was right. He started spewing his jizm into the air with some of it coming down on his belly and chest. Some of it reached all the way to his chin and lower lip. I was surprised and delighted to see him wipe the cum off his lower lip with his tongue. It gave me some interesting ideas of some additional fun to plan for my cum licking hubby.

After he left for work I grasped the camera from where I had hidden it and took it with me to work. At lunch time I went to Sharon's to view the tape. I wasn't sure that I had captured it all on tape and I was delighted to see that I had. When we loaded the tape and into her VCR and pressed the start button, we were rewarded with a clear view of my husband laying on the bed masturbating his dick in full view and living color. He went at it for over ten minutes and as we ran it several times we laid in her bed nude, stroking one another slowly. Later, we talked about the rest of my plan to ensnare my unsuspecting husband.

As soon as I got home that evening I loaded the tape into our VCR on our large screen TV in our living room. When Dick came home for dinner I told him that I hadn't prepared any and that he was going to take me out for dinner but first we were going to watch a movie together. He was surprised and since up until then I had never talked to him in that fashion. He acted very huffy, but he did sit down with me on the couch to watch the VCR tape. His mood changed from gruff to astonishment shortly after the tape begun and he saw himself completely nude jerking off on our larger than life TV screen.

His next reaction was to grab the remote from my hand and shut off the TV. I told him that shutting off the TV wasn't going to change the fact that he was a jack-off. His initial anger began to subside when I told him that I had already made several copies of the tape and that unless he played the game the way I wanted from now on I would send a copy to his sweet old religious lady and his prudish sister as well as have his friends over to view it. It took a while to sink in on him but he finally realized that I was dead serious about my threat. He got very angry at first, but when he calmed down he realized that I had him by the balls. He finally said, "O.K. what is it that you want?"

I told him that for starters I was fed-up of doing all the chores around the house. I told him that from now on he was cooking the meals, cleaning the dishes, making the beds and cleaning the house. When he didn't balk at that, but instead hung his head down and kind of nodded his agreement, I knew I had him. I decided to push it further and told him that if he didn't want me to send a copy to his family and to his friends at work, he'd obey my every command and do anything I wanted. When I asked him if he comprehended and accepted me as his new master he kind of bowled his head and said, "Yes." I told him he could call me Mistress from now on and I made him repeat his answer with my new title added. It gave me a real thrill when he acknowledged his complete and utter defeat by telling me, "Yes, my Mistress!"

I then told him that while I wouldn't show the tape to his family and friends at work as long as he behaved himself, I would share it with Sharon because she helped by loaning me the camera. He became red faced again, (more with embarrassment than anger this time) But he realized he had no choice in the matter. I called Sharon and she was over to my home in a flash. When she arrived I directed Jack to play the tape for us. Sharon and I watched the TV while Jack squirmed in his seat. As the tape finished Sharon indicated that she would like to see it again. I told her that Jack could do it for her live and asked if she'd prefer that. She answered with a resounding yes and I ordered Jack to take out his cock and to start playing with himself. When he hesitated I told him that Sharon and I were going to mail a few tapes out of a certain jack-off that we knew. When we started to leave he came running after us begging us not to do it. I told him that if he ever refused or even hesitated at one of my commands again that their would be no second chance.

Next I had him kneel before us and I told him that if he didn't immediately beg for me to be his mistress that he'd be sorry. I loved it when he complied immediately asking me, "Oh yes, be my Mistress. I'll do whatever you want right away. I'll always act immediately the way you want me to. I'll be your servant in anything you want."

I commanded him then, "Good! Get your ass buck naked immediately and plead with me to play with yourself. If your tone pleases me I'll let you jack-off in your palm and then you can lap it all up." He turned slightly red - I'm not sure by anger or embarrassment - before responding. "Oh yes. Yes mistress, let me play with my prick, if it pleases you. Please let me stroke it until I cum onto my hands. I'll lick it all up just like a good slave boy should do." When I nodded my head in agreement he immediately began stroking himself. His dick was already hard before he began. My suspicion is that he actually enjoys being humred and made to be sub- servient. It didn't take him very long before he cam in his hand. I was disappointed that he was so quick about it and told him so. "Did I give you permission to shoot your load yet, cuckolds browniehead?" He didn't respond to my rhetorical question and just hung his head down and said he was sorry. "Sorry doesn't get it asshole! If you ever jack off to completion again without securing my permission, I'll blister your ass so bad you'll not be able to sit for a week. Now you can lap it off your hand before it gets runny." With that said he bowled his head down to his palm and began lapping his own cum for me slowly.

Sharon and I made him jack-off three more times for us that evening. Naturally we made him lap up his own cum each time as we giggled in delight. Later when he took us all out for dinner, I made him expose himself under the table cloth. He was terribly embarrassed but I told him to stop being such a baby about it. I told him if he didn't do just as I asked then I'd have him expose himself right out on the street. He got the message and I told him that from now on I wanted him to act the part of the jake-off he was by taking his dick out of his pants at every chance he got. When driving to and from work, when he was behind his desk at work, at the restaurants behind the table cloths, and so on. He agreed and drove us home with his prick hanging out of his pants. He acted chagrined a few times when a woman stopped next to us at a light, but he knew better than to try and stuff it back in his pants and displease me.

I had Sharon relax with me that night, making Jack aware for the first time as to the true relationship between Sharon and I. The following morning Sharon and I went to a costume store and rented a very sexy maid's costume. When he came home from work that evening I applied make-up on him and had him put on the maid's outfit. The skirt is so short that if he bends over at all his ass or cock and balls come totally into view. I liked what I saw so much that the following day I purchased the outfit from the costume rental. That evening I acquainted him with all the chores of the household. Showing him how to do the laundry, making him understand what I expected in his household cleaning duties and also acquainted him with some cook books. As he performed his chores his cock and ass were frequently exposed and I captured a lot of him on tape without him knowing it. Later, I had duplicates made at Sharon's and then showed what additional blackmail material I had of him. He understood how much he's in my control and no longer balked at any command or order I gave him. I told him that if he ever burnt a meal or failed to launder or clean properly that he'd be exposed to his friends and family.

Each evening at about seven o'clock Sharon comes to our house and Jack greets her in his skimpy maid costume. After a little verbal use he serves us cocktails in the living room, dinner in the kitchen and gives us a show in the bedroom. We make him get on his knees and plead to masturbate for us. After a little boot-licking (and sometimes some pussy licking) we finally give him permission. We make him hold out for as much as an hour and when he finally squirts his cum, he has to implore us to allow him to lick up all his cum.

He cums for me at least twice a day. I allow him his morning jerk-off, with me watching as he licks up his own cum and then I have him perform for Sharon and I late in the evening after he has performed his chores. On occasion I have him do it as many as five times during the day. His prick is generally so sore that Sharon and I, occasionally, give him a day to recuperate. Sharon and I often have him lick our pussies, after he masturbates for our pleasure. If he doesn't do an excellent job, he has to pull down his maid panties and take a blistering whacking on his ass from both of us. A couple of months ago Sharon suggested to me that since Jack had become so good at eating his own cum, maybe it was time to teach him how to swallow other guy's cum. It really appealed to me and I began to visualize him sucking cock. The thought was so exciting to me that I nearly creamed my jeans right then and there. I knew I had enough dirty video tape of him to convince the cuckolds browniehead to do anything for me. Sharon indicated that she knew a bi-sexual guy that she thought would be happy to have his cock sucked by a `straight' guy. His name is Cal and when Sharon called him on the phone he was delighted. He said it would be a thrill to get Dick's first blow job; almost like having a virgin. We had him come right over to the house.

When Cal arrived my husband was in his maid's outfit and he was very embarrassed to have another man see him this way. he was even more chagrinned when we told him that he'd have to suck Cal's cock. Cal removed his pants and underpants. He was already hard and I really had to admire his equipment,. He was a good two inches longer than my husband and a great deal thicker. I told Cal how nice it was too see a real cock and then I made my husband hold Cal's cock in his hand. He really blushed as Cal told my husband that he (Cal) was going to teach him to be a great cocksucker. I told Dick that if he balked even for a second at what Cal told him that it would be curtains for him. Cal told him to begin by kissing it and if it pleased him that he could then lick his cock and balls all over. Dick saw my stern glance at him and began kissing Cal's cock. It was delightful to watch my wimpy hubby hold Cal's huge member in his hands and then begin planting wet kisses on the head of his prick. I thoroughly enjoyed it as Cal gave him the signal to stop kissing and Dick began to lick him. Before Cal told Dick to take the cock into his mouth, I made Dick beg for it. It really gave me a great sexual thrill to see my slave- husband beg to suck his very first cock! Cal allowed him to start sucking him and gave him verbal instructions on how to make it feel really good for Cal. He had Dick slow down if his cock got to close to shooting it's load. Finally, Cal allowed himself the luxury of shooting his jizm into Dick's mouth. The white cream came so quickly that my husband couldn't swallow it all and some of it ran down his lips almost dripping off his chin. I made sure that he licked it all up while I chuckled at his predicament.

Since then Cal is welcomed to our house several times a week. Several months ago, he began to bring some of his bi-sexual and gay friends with him. During these sessions Sharon and I lay on the bed playing with one another and watching Dick. We power him to suck cock and to take cocks up his ass. On one Saturday Cal brought three well-hung friends. They formed two man teams, with one team resting, while the other team gave my husband double penetration. One cock in his mouth and another up his ass. After the two of them shot their loads into his mouth and ass, they'd rest and the other team would take over. Before the day was over my husband had swallowed six loads of cum and had his ass pierced the same number of times. I made him lick off the cum that had slid out of his ass and mouth onto the floor. Cal, his friends, Sharon and I got a real charge out of that. We laughed as I told him what a great cum licker he had become. As a special reward I allowed him to lick my pussy and then watch as one of Cal's bi-sexual friends fucked me long and hard. The fuck was wonderful, but it was even more wonderful knowing that my wimpy husband had the embarrassment of having to watch an other man fuck his wife.

It gives me a great deal of pleasure to know that my husband is straight but that I control him so thoroughly that he will suck cock and take it up the ass to satisfy me. As long as I have the incriminating videos to hold over his head he has to keep me pleased in every way. I enjoy my hold over him and intend to keep him under my thumb forever. It's the most wonderful thing in the world to have a husband who is literally your slave, carrying out your every request at all times.

Lately, I have been giving some serious thought to having my little cock- sucking husband become a true transvestite. It really pleases me to see him in his maid's outfit and I know that he would be even more pleasing as a true he/she. Some electrolysis to get rid of his unsightly male hair and a mammary augmentation operation would change him into the kind of She-male that could serve me even better. What do you think, should I make him into a TRUE Transexual?

It was now six weeks to john’s enpowerd wedding and this week Melanie insisted that she was the first to be kitted out for her big day. She chose a £600 wedding dress in satin ivory with pearl beading. However she and Jean decided on matching underwear and wouldn’t you just know it, they decided to take John and Wayne along for the fitting.

Outside the ladies department of a well known department store, they paused window shopping. Frequently they would embarrass John by asking his opinion on a particular Basque or sexy French knickers, but always ended their question with, “well would you like to wear those, Wimp?”

Finally entering the store they chose a matronly sales woman and Wayne and Jean took her to one side and spoke to her. John knew that he was the subject of their discussion as the sales woman kept glancing in his direction. It was not this so much as her expressions that humiliated him so. Soon Jean returned and said, “Agatha, the saleswoman has agreed to sort us out and is just arranging a private fitting room for us to try the things out!” then looking straight through John she added, “she is curious to see if she has something special for one of our group!”

Instantly John knew that the someone was going to be him. Agatha now approached and guided the four of them through to a large stock room come fitting lounge. No sooner had the door closed Wayne grabbed John by his coat collar and demanded he be a good little cuckold and do as he was told. John nodded. “Right then cuckold, strip! Right now!” demanded Wayne.

So in full view of Agatha, Melanie, Jean and Wayne John began to remove his clothes; with Melanie telling which item to remove next. She started with his jacket, shoes and trousers. At this point she made him raise his shirt tails and give a twirl, showing his black lacy frilly panties and white sheer stockings and suspenders off to all present. Agatha giggled as she said, “Oh how very last year! We have much better almost sheer transparently black frilly ones now!”

Next off came his shirt to reveal the red satin Basque with black bows around the bra cups and hems. Finally a totally humiliated John was told to explain why he was dressed as he was. “My mistress, Melanie and her boyfriend, Wayne as well as my prospective lady in law, Jean have agreed that as I am not very well endowed as a male should be I must be half female and therefore must dress as a half female, until at home when I must were my uniform!” John muttered,

Agatha enquired as to what uniform that was and Wayne produced a picture from his inside pocket and shoved it into John’s hand telling to show it to Agatha. Reluctantly John stepped forward and passed the picture to Agatha, who looked at the picture of John dressed as the French maid. She commented, “that if it was up to her she would change that uniform for one of the new lines of Sheer gossamer negligee’s which would show off the under wear all the time!”

Wayne smiled and added it’s certainly worth a thought or two. As John stepped back from Agatha, he suddenly bumped into Jean; instead of the expected torrent of use he expected instead he simply felt her hands slide around his waist and in a sudden movement his frilly panties were around his ankles and Agatha burst out laughing. “I see why you say he is not as a male should be!” she reached forward and cradled his tiny prick in her hand declaring, “why! I bet my clit is bigger than that cock!”

Wayne challenged her to prove it. Taken some what aback, Agatha soon recovered and hoisted her skirt up round her waist and pulled her panties to one side using her other hand to spread her cunt lips and revealing her clit. It was not larger than John’s weedy cock but was close. Agatha then took details of the type of underwear they wished to look at and was intrigued when Wayne demanded three duplicate sets of white stockings, bright red suspender belts and black Basque with red hearts on them to finish off he wanted black lacy panties.

Agatha thought it a picture perfect idea for the bride, her lady and the cuckold to be identically dressed, but suspected that the reamister was because of the prenuptual plans Wayne obviously had. She disappeared and while she was gone Wayne told Melanie and Jean to undress. Both demanded that John, be blindfolded as to not to see what he was not man enough to sample. However Wayne refused, saying, “I want John to see what he is not man enough to get, further more I want him to realise that his bride is my slut and therefore mine to command.

Slowly both Melanie and Jean undressed, Melanie’s 38D tits already sporting erect nipples and her shaved cunt lips were pouting open showing her excitement. Jean’s massive tits sagging slightly as something so large was apt to do, also with their erect nipples and her jet black hair covered cunt still glistened with her arousal. Wayne warned Jean that by the wedding day he wanted her cunt shaved to match her flower’s. Jean meekly nodded and john winced when Wayne hinted that he too would have his genital area shaved but this time by a waxing process. John knew how painful that process would be.

Just then Agatha re entered the room and was surprised to see the three naked bodies, although she feasted her eyes on the tits and cunts on display. Wayne then undid his trousers and dropped them and his pants to the floor. He glared at John, who had dared to look at his prize man hood, all ten and a half inches of it. Wayne snapped at john to get the fuck over here and on your knees. Instantly John obeyed and was face to face with Wayne’s black mamba of a cock. A single word had John opening his mouth and as Agatha stepped up real close, she watched John accept the thick black cock slide into John’s mouth. Meanwhile with a nod and a wink from Melanie and Jean, they moved along side Agatha, one each side and almost simultaneously grabbed her tits through her clothes. A short session of fumbling took place as both sought to expose Agatha’s 44DD tits.

Then Melanie sank her lips around her right nipple, whilst Jean latched on to her left nipple. Then between them their hands disappeared up her skirt and from Agatha’s squeals of delight they were obviously playing with her cunt. By now Wayne’s cock was rock hard and as Melanie and Jean exposed Agatha’s cunt to Wayne, he slowly sank his cock into her tight soaking wet cunt. For fifteen minutes Wayne fucked her like an express train before spraying her cunt walls with his thick baby making seed. Then John was thrust to the forefront to lick her cunt clean and he had to show his white spunk coated tongue several times to prove he was doing a good job.

Eventually they dressed, and John paid the underwear bill and as Agatha thanked Wayne, Melanie and Jean she snarled at John that his tongue had been no better than average. With John carrying all the bags they left the shop after Agatha invited them back at any time and they would always be assured of her permisteral service.

All the way home, John was chided for not pleasing Agatha to the required standard and was warned that if his s*******s did not improve he would have his cock caged.

The following week Wayne was unable to accompany the women as they went to purchase John’s wedding tuxedo. So they headed to a well known bespoke tailor’s and this time it was Melanie who spoke quietly to the gay looking blonde salesman. Again they were ushered into a fitting room; where Jean ordered John to undress and show Adrian, the salesman, what he had on beneath his clothing. Once more John was wearing his black Basque, stockings and suspender belt and once more Jean and Melanie embarrassed John, this time by making him slowly reveal his cock from the frilly panties. However Adrian manouvered himself to a position to see John’s arse as she slipped his panties off; then John was ordered to give a slow twirl and Adrian smiled as he saw John’s poor excuse for a cock. The sight before him must have appealed to Adrian though for Jean suddenly pushed out her hand and stroked the hardening shape in Adrian’s trousers.

Adrian excused himself while he fetched the tape measure. Kneeling just inches from John’s weedy cock, he began taking the inside leg measurement, using any excuse to slide his hand over John’s cock. John was helpless to prevent his cock reacting and his four inch cock sprang to attention, which earned him a hard slap on his arse by Melanie, however the actual spank caused John to lurch his hips forward and at the exact moment Adrian had moved his face closer and opened his mouth and caught john’s cock in his mouth.

John gasped as he shot instantly his load into the eager mouth of Adrian, the woman laughed out loud declaring his fuck session lasted less than thirty seconds. Melanie than came up with quit pro quo and ordered John to suck Adrian’s cock. John was once again on his knees taking a cock down his throat while his bride to be and lady in law to be mocked his s*******s as a cock sucker.

Eventually having swallowed a load of spunk and been thoroughly humiliated by Melanie and Jean he was leaving the shop with his tuxedo. As punishment for his action of daring to shoot his worthless spunk from his pitiful cock, Jean announced that John would not be able to play with his cock anymore without their permission as she produced a rubber tube which had holes on the base and she slipped it over John’s weedy cock and tied shoe laces through the holes trapping John’s balls tight to the rubber tube. This prevented John being able to slide it off his cock and with it in place he could not even touch his cock let alone have the ability to play with it. More importantly though as Jean pointed out, just watch when John needed to go pee; for he would have to power his cock level thus restricting his pee flow and causing some deft pain in his balls.

When Wayne finally arrived and viewed this contraption in place he laughed and then ordered Jean to fetch three litres of water and John was made to take all this in one go. Then they all sat around until a hopping John asked for permission to go to the loo. Wayne instructed John he was allowed to go to the bathroom but he had to stand in the bath and wait without peeing. After what seemed like hours, Wayne, Melanie and Jean crowded in around the bath and John was told he could now pee. John’s first reaction was to try to point his cock down towards the plughole, but excruciating pain made him release his cock and as it spring upright, he suddenly sprayed his pee like a fountain, some hitting him in the face much to his audience’s amusement.

He was eventually allowed to shower and re dress but still keeping his cock keeper in place.

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Air Force Wife in Trouble


It was now a month since the reassignment of Capt. Bruce O'brien and his entire squadron, a standard rotation of various units around the globe. Colonel Bruce Simpmister hoped that the new squadron assigned to the base would be as productive as the one it was replacing. It was not that Capt. O'brien would be difficult to replace. However, Capt. O'brien's beautiful wife, the lovely Mrs. Lauren O'brien certainly would be with the families of military permisternel naturally making the move along with them.

Thinking back over the past eight months or so, Col. Simpmister thought of the many hot times that he had with the captain's beautiful young wife. 'She was so pure and innocent until she fell into the clutches of Raheem, the white slave trader!' he reflected. 'God, I can still hear her screaming when I ****d her cherry white ass! Sure glad the captain's plane was right overhead when coming in for a landing. Otherwise, she would have been heard a block away!' he mused.

Anyway, he rationalized 'It's for the best that she's leaving at this point, especially the way she's showing at five months pregnant!' Col. Simpmister laughed, wishing he could see Capt. Obrien's face when he sees his newborn, realizing that his 'faithful' young wife was obviously knocked up, and it would be obvious that the captain was not the man of her baby. He wondered if he or Raheem had done the nasty deed. He laughed, thinking that just perhaps it had been one of Raheem's lowly workers that had done the honor.

The colonel made it a point to greet each and every one of the arriving permisternel to the base, along with their families. But such action had an underlying motive, as the devious colonel was on the prowl for some fresh white meat. Had there been any indication of the devious colonel's intention, along with the hushed-hushed white slavery trade in the region, the incoming permisternel would definitely have left their spouses at home in the states.

Meeting the first dozen or so pilots and their families, Col. Simpmister was rather disappointed in what he saw. 'Fuck, those bitches that arrived with them all had a ton of kids and looked well worn!' he cussed under his breath. 'Shit, couldn't get a twitch outta my dick in looking at those hags! Guess I'm just going to need to use my leave and go to a place with a decent whore house!' he silently cursed.

Driving down the street where most of the new squadron members would be housed, Col. Simpmister observed a van being unloaded at one house. Looking at the address, he checked his logbook and found that it would be the residence of Lt. Miles Hanmister and his wife, Ann. The log indicated the Hanmister's had no youngren. Apparently it was the van loaded with household goods from the first cargo plane that had arrived a day ago. He got out of his car to introduce himself and welcome them to the base.

As he got out of his car and passed the back of the van, he observed someone struggling with a rather awkwardly shaped box. Grabbing the box to steady it, he then heard a beautiful voice say "Ohhh, thank you so much!" As he helped set the box on the ground, the woman on the other side of the box lifted her head up after setting her end of the box down. He thought he had died and gone to heaven at the sight of the beautiful blonde that now looked up at him. 'God, she looks like an fucking angel!' he thought.

Mrs. Ann Hanmister gasped as she thought it was one of the movers that had come to assist her. She had learned to recognize the various symbols of the officers on a rather crash course basis, having just married her college sweetheart. She realized that this officer before her was at the rank of colonel and she began to stammer a bit. "Th ..thank you! I..I didn't mean for you to dirty yourself ...!" she sputtered, turning flush in her embarrassment.

Col. Simpmister grinned widely and extended his hand to her, commenting "Don't be silly! It was my pleasure!" His cock twitched in his pants as she extended her soft petite hand in response. 'God, I just got to get into this sweetie's tight little panties!' he told himself. "Greetings! I'm Col. Simpmister, the acting base commander! I just wanted to welcome you to the base!" he said charmingly. He finally powerd himself to let go of her lovely manicured hand, though wishing he could have drawn that lovely hand down to his throbbing bulge.

"Pl ...please excuse the way I'm dressed, Col. Simpmister!" she stammered, referring to the blouse and shorts that she had on along with a pair of tennis shoes. He just laughed and responded "Nonsense! You're quite appropriately dressed for the chore of moving into your new home on base!" He really wanted to tell her what was going on in his mind, to tell her 'The only way I want to see you dressed from here now is without a stitch at all!' Then he advised her that if she had anything she was interested in, both on and off the base, he'd be happy to fill her in as to where she could find it.

Just then, Lt. Hanmister came out of the house to assist in getting the van unloaded. The colonel would rather have continued talking to the lovely young wife instead but he had to show his professionalism. With the introductions made, the lovely Mrs. Hanmister excused herself to take a box into the house. As he talked to the young officer, he could not take his eyes off the sweet little thing as she walked in the background towards the house. He chatted with the young officer, trying to put him at ease, telling him it was not an official call and to relax.

Col. Simpmister got the young officer to relax and converse freely and in doing so, the devious colonel learned some very interesting things, facts that made him want to possess the innocent Mrs. Ann Hanmister even more. The colonel learned that Lt. Hanmister was fresh from the academy, where he had earned his wings, assigned to the squadron just six months ago. He also learned that the young couple had been married just under a year and that the young officer had convinced his lovely wife to leave her job as a stewardess on a national airline for a bit, anyway, at least until they returned to the states. He listened as the young officer relaxed further and let him in on his intentions "Well, sir, now that we're here for the next nine months, I'm going to do my best to convince Ann that we should start our family right away! When we leave here, I'm hoping that Ann will be in the family way! Then she may change her mind of going back to flying!"

As Col. Simpmister waved goodbye to the busy young couple, he sat in his car pretending to look at his log. But his eyes were glued to the long sexy legs of the lovely beauty as she walked to and from the van. With her looks and beauty, he surmised that the other stewardesses of the airline felt relieved at her departure. 'So the lieutenant wants his lovely wife to knocked-up when they head on back to the states, huh!' he mused. "Well, Lt. Hanmister, when you're scheduled to rotate back in nine months, your pretty little wife will definitely be pregnant! I assure you of that! Yes, sir, Lt. Hanmister! I'm permisterally going to see to it that your beautiful little wife goes back to the states with her tiny belly bulging with a little black baby!" he muttered aloud.

At the end of the day, having completed meeting with all the incoming permisternel and their families, Col. Simpmister could only focus his mind on the lovely Mrs. Ann Hanmister. Closing his eyes and rubbing his aching cock, he pictured the long legged beauty in his mind. It was now a matter of finding out her habits, where she frequented and what type of things she was interested in. With Raheem's business flourishing at the locations inside the non-restricted area, he knew that Raheem would gladly do his bidding in exchange for a safe haven rather than facing the prospect of his business being shut down.

Over the next two weeks, the lecherous colonel did not get to see much of the lovely wife of Lt. Hanmister. Apparently she was busy getting the home set up to her liking. He did see her twice on her way to the commissary and followed her at a distance. But then she happened to meet up with another officer's wife and all he could do was to bid them a friendly 'hello'. The second time didn't pan out much better due to the crowd that happened to be there at the time, making it inappropriate to talk very much with her.

The next week, the horny colonel got the chance that he had been looking for, an opportunity to talk a bit with the lovely young wife. She had been on her way to the officers club to meet her husband after he returned from a training flight. As the flight had a slight delay due to the weather out at sea, he managed to chat with her a bit. Inquiring if could direct her to any type of merchandise within the non-restricted area, he'd be more than happy to direct her. When she told him that she was interested in the fabulous Persian rugs that this region was noted for. He smiled, got out one of his cards, then wrote the name of a shop on the back of it along with a diagram on getting there. He told her "Show the shop owner my card and he'll give you and your husband a hefty discounted without you having to bargain for it! Also he'll deliver it to the base for you!"

"Thank you so much! This will really help since I'm not much on bargaining with merchants! Maybe I'll get better at it with time. My husband's not one to do much shopping and more of a hindrance, if you know what I mean. I think I'll sneak out there on Friday, when he goes out on the three day training mission. Upon hearing her response, Col. Simpmister swallowed in anticipation, his cock throbbing in the tight confines of his pants. With this valuable information, he could now put a plan into action.

>From the privacy of his office, Col. Simpmister smiled widely as he watched the squadron of planes take off from the air base. "Have a nice flight, Lt. Hanmister! Don't worry about your pretty little wife, I'll permisterally see to it that she's well taken care of! Your sweet little honey will soon be spreading her long sexy legs for a 'real man'!" he muttered loudly. With his high powered binoculars, he kept a look out for the Hanmister's car, waiting for her arrival to park near the front gate. Due to the crowded streets, all cars had to remain on base at all times, with parking available near the gate. From there, the base permisternel were allowed to walk about outside the base or ride the rundown taxis in the city. Everyone venturing out into the city was given a map to keep them from going into the restricted area.

Making the phone call to Raheem, he advised him to be on the alert and that he'd call back as soon as his prey was about to exit the main gate. Raheem assured him that everything was in order and just as he had instructed in his call the other day. Then Col. Simpmister advised the major assisting him that he'd be taking off a bit, leaving the major in charge of the base for the day. Seeing a vehicle approaching from far off, he got his binoculars up to confirm it indeed was the Hanmister's blue SUV.

Getting back on the phone to Raheem, binoculars in hand, he began to relay the information. Col. Simpmister licked his lips at the sight of the sexy little beauty, telling Raheem "She's got long golden hair! She's wearing a white blouse, light orange skirt, and white heels! Get your guy ready to follow her - she's just leaving the gate now! Okay, I'll see you soon!"

Ann had come out to the non-restricted area once with her husband but he was so boring to go shopping with. She really wanted to surprise him with an elegant Persian rug fur their living room floor, to show him how good she was at housekeeping and decorating a home. 'Thank goodness the base commander was so nice and helpful! Sure hope his card works to give me a good discount off the price, along with the rug being delivered to the base!' she thought to herself. Having been out only once, she was glad that the colonel had drawn a diagram on how to get there.

Almost to the destination, as indicted on the diagram, Ann looked about at some items that were openly displayed on makeshift tables. Looking at the diagram, she told herself 'Just down this alley, then it should be off to he left!' She expected the stares she was getting from the native population, knowing that they did not see too many white visitors, especially women. She began making her way between the many merchants and their goods, trying to find the Persian rug shop.

Nearing the end of the alley, Ann glanced over at a woven basket, then everything went totally black. Opening her eyes again, she was unaware of what had taken place. All she could remember last was walking down the alley. Frightened, she wondered how much time had lapsed since then. Panic set in when she realized that her arms and legs were tied securely. Struggling against her binding, she found it would not budge. From the softness beneath her, she could only surmise that she was being held captive on a bed. "Help! Help!" she screamed constantly but it everything remained totally quiet. Her breathing was quite labored as fear set in.

Five minutes later, Ann saw a dimly flickering light growing larger as it neared her. "Help! Help me, please!" she cried out. Still there was no response at all. Then, from the dim lighting, she could see that it was a veiled woman who had entered the room. Then another dim light appeared from the same direction and it was a similarly dressed woman. She watched as the women placed their lanterns on both sides of the bed. Looking down, she realized that her blouse had been removed, her breasts now only covered by her lacy white bra. She gasped loudly upon seeing a giant of a man appear out of the darkness, a huge black giant. Mrs. Ann Hanmister was now starring at Mimba, a 6'8" 300 pound giant made of pure black muscle.

One of the veiled women pointed at the African giant, then spoke "No move ...Mimba ...Mimba hurt you ....no move!" Hearing the black giant grunt unintelligibly, Ann got the message that she'd be hurt badly if she tried to get away. But she was bound tightly and escape was out of the question at the moment. She could only lay on the bed and pant in fear as the women began to undo the ropes binding her legs. Still bound at her wrists, she dared not move or feel the wrath of the lurking black giant. Then the woman to her left was placing a blindfold over her eyes. She tried to turn her head away but the blindfold was securely fastened. She was then unaware of a light switch being turned on, illuminating the entire room.

Ann became frightened upon heard loud shuffling about the room, indicating that more people had entered the room. She was unfamiliar with the language being spoken in this country, but it was obvious from the tone of the voices, a number of men were now in the room with her. "Please ....please ...please help me ......I'm being held captive!" she sobbed. She cringed when all she heard was laughter in response to her pleas.

She froze to the bed and gasped upon feeling a heavy body sit upon the bed near her feet. Ann sobbed "Oh, please .....pleaseeeee!" upon feeling large callused hands upon her ankles. Her body tremred in fear as those callused hands begin to caress her legs. Then the hands moved back down to her ankles again, only to move lower to slowly peel off her heels. She cringed as she felt him begin to caress the soles of her feet.

Arms spread wide with her wrists tied to the bedposts, blindfolded, young innocent Mrs. Ann Hanmister was in total fear and unsure of what was taking place. Ann was at a puzzle at what was happening next, feeling something running against the soles of her feet. She next felt a wet probing between her toes, then realized that this pervert was rubbing his face up against the soles of her feet and was actually licking her toes at this moment. She sniffled and began sobbing in fear.

Trying to tell herself this wasn't and couldn't be happening to her, Ann tried to take her mind far away, to make believe this was not happening. But once the licking and sucking of her toes ceased, she was totally puzzled at what was now taking place. Now her feet were being clasped together, clasped around what felt like a little baby's arm. Now that baby's arm was pumping between her clasped feet around it, puzzling her as to what and why. Then an obscene thought went through her innocent mind but she tried to tell herself otherwise 'No ....no .....it ...it's not possible ....it can't be ....it's impossible! No man can be built that big!'

Her body shook in despair, feeling the long fleshy shaft pumping faster and faster, fucking itself between the soft soles of her feet. She couldn't believe it was humanly possible, her mind raced 'It ....it can't be possible .....oh, God .....please .....please tell me it isn't so!' she prayed. Then she felt her left foot come to the end of the foot-long length, feeling it rub it's slippery mucous onto the sole of her foot, making her cringe with disgust, telling her that her worst fear was indeed true.

'Oh ....oh, my God! It's more than twice the length of Miles'! It ...it's as thick as a baby's arm!' she shuddered. 'Oh, God .....oh, God ......please .......please don't let him **** me with ..that!' she sobbed to herself. 'Oh, God ....if ...if he puts that into me ....he'll ******* me!' she thought as she whimpered in fear. 'Please .....Miles ...Miles, help me ..... where are you? Please ....please ....save me, Miles!' she prayed.

The dark-skinned women who stood observing alongside the bed, watched the very important man enjoy himself with his new plaything. As they watched the colonel begin to fuck his long black cock between the captive woman's beautiful white feet, they could see his obvious display of his fetish for the woman's sexy feet. Faster and faster the colonel began to fuck into the woman's beautiful feet that the woman began to chant in encouragement "Kono .....Kono ....Kono .....Kono..!"

How the deviant colonel wanted to squirt his pent-up cum all over her soft sexy soles, to web her tiny toes with his sticky load. The women were chanting for him to cum, encouraging him to uncork his lusty load of hot juice. But it took all his will power to keep himself in check, stopping the pumping into the beauty's sexy feet, keep her feet still on his throbbing cock to let the urge pass. "Ah ....ah ..ohhhh!" Col. Simpmister moaned in the agony of trying desperately to hold off the urge.

Her thoughts reflected back to some of the humiliating, yet wickedly, arousing acts that she had been powerd to perform in order to obtained the ultimate release that only 'Kono' could take her to. Each time Ann had showed up in this establishment, it was never to same, never did she know what to expect next. After her first voluntary visit to the establishment, it seemed as if Raheem and Kono always knew when she would be arriving, ready for her to perform some deviant act for their pleasure.

Normally the veiled women would come to her upon her arrival, take her to the natural spring where she would be undressed and bathed before the festivities began. On this visit, it had been so humiliating as Mimba, the silent giant led her to a room where Raheem greeted her with a smile. Nervously Ann surveyed the dimly lit room, seeing six elderly unkempt men standing along a wall. Then Raheem spoke to her "Kono come soon! First, Kono say .... pretty missee ....please men! Down on knees ..suckie ....suckie!"

Holding her hand, Raheem led the nervous woman over to the first man in line. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he pushed her to her knees. It was quite a fantastic sight, one being preserved on tape, with the beautiful blonde woman on her knees before these decrepit old men. As the young beauty was still fully dressed in her crisp white blouse, navy blue skirt and matching heels, it made the scene that much more erotic. Raheem then told her of the potential consequences that she now faced "Missee ....suckie ....no spill .....go back base dirty!"

Ann reached into the robe of the first man, finding his old wrinkled genitals with her soft manicured hands, hearing the man moan loudly as she made contact. Bending forward, wrapping her pink lips upon the slowly rising cock, she felt the old man quiver and a tiny thin spurt of foul tasting jism coated her tongue. Shuddering in disgust, Ann powerd herself to swallow the slippery fluid. Shuffling sideways on her knees, time and again, Ann serviced the next four men in the same manner and not a drop had escaped her lips. Each of the decrepit old men wrapped their wiry fingers into he silky blonde hair, shuddering in their climax almost immediately upon feeling her soft pink lips on their hardened cocks. Ann certainly did not want to go back to the base with her clothing streaked with the filthy cum of these old men, making certain her lips were tightly wrapped around each spurting cock.

As Ann shuffled over to the final man, she parted the opening of his robe and reached in, finding his old cock rigid and throbbing with excitement. She felt it throb madly in her fist, threatening to explode right at that second. She opened her mouth, bending her head forward to envelope the throbbing cockhead between her lips, meanwhile squeezing the shaft tightly to prevent it from spurting prematurely. But just before she could get her lips around it, she felt it spasm in her hand and a hot stream of cum struck her directly in her face.

Ann recalled how she had instinctively turned her face away, then the next spurt being a much weaker one, sent a thin stream of cum downward to soil her skirt and blouse. Quickly, she then covered the still spurting cockhead with her lips, not wanting more of the filthy jism to spurt onto her clothing. As she had sucked the cock into her mouth, she remembered feeling so depraved at what she had done and knowing she would be sent back to the base with dried cum on her clothing.

Closing her eyes, Ann shuddered in shame as she recalled making her way back to the base the next day, feeling so conspicuous in her soiled skirt and blouse. She had brushed off the crusty remnants from her skirt and blouse before dressing in the dimly lit room. Her skirt being dark, the stain would not be visible. However, her white blouse show evidence of a streak of a yellowish stain going from just above her left her breast down to her waist. Although she tried to cover herself up upon entering the gate, she recalled how the young sentry eyed her up as if he knew all that she had done. Once she had arrived home, she stripped off her soiled clothing and in looking at her blouse, she could see how stained it really was and just why the young sentry couldn't help but stare at her.

When the lovely Mrs. Ann Hanmister's belly began to swell, obviously with a little baby growing in there, no one would have ever doubted that Lt. Miles Hanmister had succeeded in getting his wife in the family way. Little did they expect what the truth really was, that Mrs. Hanmister's had been knocked-up by a black with a monstrous cock, one that she now craved for and could not do without.

As the pilots in the squadron were lined up in formation before their respective fighter jets, Col. Simpmister did the final inspection, taking time out to shake each officer's hand and to wish him well on his next assignment. Receiving a salute from Lt. Hanmister, he smiled and returned the young officer's salute. "Good luck on your next assignment, lieutenant! I see your wife won't be going back to work for the airlines for awhile, huh! I remember what you told me when we first met. You sure did the job that you said you would!" Col. Simpmister advised. "I know the baby's not born yet but let me be the first to congratulate you! I happened to be talking to the medical staff and they tell me you and the Mrs. are expecting a baby boy! You have a very beautiful wife and you must be a proud man-to-be! Bet he'll be the spitting image of his old man!" he kidded the young officer.

Standing at the grandstand, Col. Simpmister and the families watched as the pilots manned their planes. Then, one after the other, they were taking off for their new assignment. Several transports were also standing by, ready to get the families onboard as they too would be making the move to the new base where their spouses were being sent. He looked over to where the lovely Mrs. Hanmister sat, still looking radiant, even in her eight month of pregnancy. 'Yep! I hope I was right in telling your husband that I was betting your little boy will be the spitting image of his old man! Always wanted a mister of my own!' he mused.

Looking about the base and the countryside beyond, Ann had mixed feelings about boarding the plane to take her to the new deployment. But she had no choice, unable to remain behind as military dependents had to proceed as had been instructed. She wondered if she could find a way back here, and resolved herself to do so.

She remembered what Raheem had told her on her last visit there, before she was too bloated with the baby. It was still fresh in her mind as Raheem advised her "Kono say ...you stay ...stay here with him ...raise young!" How she had wanted to say 'yes' but instead replied "Tell 'Kono' I love him but I must leave with all the other families!" Then Raheem advised "Kono says you come back here ....you stay with him .....he take care of you and baby ....he make you his wife!"

As the families filed out onto the carpeted walkway to board the transports, Col. Simpmister shook their hands and bid them a goodbye. Ann Hanmister shook the friendly colonel's had as he bid her goodbye, telling her "It's been an absolute pleasure having you here, Mrs. Hanmister! Your husband is certainly a lucky man to have such a beautiful wife like you! I understand you'll soon be giving birth a little baby boy! I certainly hope the young man has the good looks of his man!"

Ann blushed upon that last comment by the nice colonel, ashamed that she did not even know what the baby's man looked like. She had enjoyed working with the nice colonel, for everything she had requested in relation to the Women's League or any project she was working on, the colonel had approved them all. Following the formal goodbye with the colonel, she proceeded along and was about to step into the plane. Then, in a distance behind her, she heard a native woman's voice calling "Kono! Kono! I have message! Important message!"

She had seen this woman on base over the past month or so, a local woman that had been cleared through security to be on base, one of the few locals to have that privilege. Ann recalled having learned that this woman was to act as an interpreter between the base permisternel and the surrounding local community. She continued to watch as the woman rushed over to the colonel. Then Ann's heart sank upon hearing the woman say "Kono! Kono Simpmister! I have important message for you!"

Totally shocked, Ann stepped into the plane, now knowing exactly what the baby's man now looked like. 'Kono' was the local pronunciation for 'Colonel'! Finding a window seat, facing the grandstand, she watched as Colonel Simpmister said goodbye to the other dependants. With the plane loaded and the engines started, she saw Colonel Simpmister turn towards the plane. She saw him look and smile at her, then wave. She smiled and returned the wave, mouthing through the window "Bye, 'Kono'! I'll be back!"

With the recent alert on terrorism in the United States, all military bases were on full alert and undergoing many changes and deployment of permisternel. The air power base in southern Indiana was of no exception in this matter as various squadrons were being sent across the nation to relieve the over-taxed units flying guard over the coastlines.

Although military families knew that sudden deployments are a part of life in the service, some disruptions were to be expected with the sudden changes on base. Lt. John Armstrong and his family were no exception to the rule, especially not knowing how long this emergency deployment would last. Joining the air power after college with ROTC training under his belt, John automatically received his commission as a 2nd lieutenant in the air power. A year after graduating and entering the service, he married his beautiful fiancee once she graduated from college.

At the age of 33, Lt. John Armstrong had received one promotion and was on the verge of being promoted to the rank of captain. Now married for eleven years to his beautiful wife, the former Dawn Tinsberry, they had three well-behaved youngsters (two boys ages 10 and 9, along with an 8 year old girl). John truly enjoyed flying whenever possible, whether for a mission or pleasure. But there were the boring and frustrating aspects of the job, especially that of his assignment to oversee young enlisted permisternel who were considered as slackers and best being drummed out of the service. In his mind, many of the troured enlisted permisternel were low-lifes and not worth the bother, coming out of the ghettos with no ambition to succeed in the military.

His lifestyle and upbringing had been so different than the enlisted men that he oversaw. Both John and Dawn had been brought up in upper suburban communities with their respective parents taking care of all their college tuition and expenses. This was John's second assignment but first in regards to handling young enlisted permisternel. He was just not used to these socially inept young men, the majority of them black and from poor communities with no more than a high school education. He hoped to get that promotion to captain and turn over the low-lifes to his unfortunate replacement.

Dawn Armstrong, age 32, was so happy with her life with John and their three lovely youngren. She had graduated with a degree in education and worked as a guidance counselor at the nearby middle school, located just outside of the base. With her blonde shoulder length hair and shapely figure of 125 lbs., she had men's heads turning on a swivel whenever she passed by. But her natural beauty made her feel uncomfortable at times, especially when men's eyes were focused upon her.

Having dealt with many underprivileged youngren at the school, along with their parents, Dawn was quite sympathetic to the enlisted permisternel and their families. She just wished that her husband would be a bit more tolerant with the enlisted men, knowing that he had no compassion whatsoever for their problems by the way he complained about them at home. She tried often to explain to her husband that he should be caring for the enlisted permisternel whom he had charge of, it being his job for one but he might just be able to help them by caring.

Dawn actually took on an active role with the base community, volunteering with the women's league on base to do various fundraisers to help the families of the enlisted permisternel. The women's league mainly consisted of the officers' wives, though it was open to all the women on base. Dawn had tried to get wives of the enlisted men to join but it was became obvious that they felt very uncomfortable, especially with some officers' wives having the same attitude as her husband and looking down upon the enlisted permisternel and families.

Dawn Armstrong's assessment of the situation was right on point as her husband was looked upon as a snob by the enlisted men and women that he was overseeing. They could easily sense that he had no compassion for them, that whatever he did was because he had to. It had gotten to a point where the enlisted men and women really hated Lt. Armstrong and wanted to put him in his place. They hated the way he looked down upon them and especially the manner in which he shook his head in disgust when something was not of his pleasing.

Prior to the sudden deployment of squadron, Dawn was head of the committee in charge of the upcoming two-day rummage sale. It was an event held once each year where the proceeds would go to help out the families of the enlisted men and women on base. A temporary tent was to be set up in the Armstrong's backyard by several of the husbands in their cul-de-sac. Some of the other husbands were to help moving the heavier items that were to be brought in for the sale and also to help deliver those items after purchased.

When Dawn mulled over the problem, she mentioned to her husband that she'd probably have to cancel the project. Her husband advised "Only the essential combat powers are headed out immediately on this deployment and some of the enlisted permisternel are being kept back to keep up the maintenance of the base facilities! Thank God those low-lifes are staying back, all brawn and no brains! I'll just put it in their orders to help out with whatever physical labor you'll need for the rummage sale! I'll just note it on the orders that you'll be calling in to the unit and they're to follow your instructions!"

The following week, Airmen Coby Johnmister and Billy Aaron got the orders from the unit clerk that Lt. Armstong's wife had called in for help on the rummage sale that was to take place behind their commander's house. Hating Lt. Armstrong with a passion, Coby advised the fellow airman "Hey, maybe we can 'rummage' through that prick's things and swipe some goodies! He won't have any proof that we're the ones who copped anything, even though he might suspect us!"

Having loaded up the truck with the tent poles and canvas top, the two airmen headed on out to the where the officers' quarters were located. Finding the address, Billy knocked on the front door to inquire just where the tent was to be set up. When the door opened, both Billy and Coby took a sharp intake of breath as they focused their eyes upon the beautiful wife of Lt. Armstrong. Politely, Coby advised "Ma'am, I'm Airman Johnmister and this is Airman Billy Aaron. We're here to set up the tent and to assist you in anyway possible for the rummage sale! Could you show us where you'd like the tent to be set up?"

With Lt. Armstrong's wife coming outside to lead the way around the house to the backyard, Coby nudged his companion as he gazed upon the long trim legs walking ahead of them. So lily white and flawless to perfection, so fucking sexy as Mrs. Armstrong walked barefoot in the grass. Coby smiled and gave a silent chuckle as he saw Billy grab his crotch and squeezed at his thick bulge.

As they unloaded the truck and began to set up the tent, Billy advised "The only thing I want to rummage through of Lt. Armstrong's belongings is his beautiful wife's tight little pussy! God, I almost fuck'n came just looking at the long sexy white legs! Christ, I'd give anything to have those sexy legs wrapped tightly around my ass! Bet she'd scream her pretty little head off when she gets a feel of 'ol Billy's hard pecker!"

"Yeah, man! I'm with ya, Billy! Fuck, I almost busted my nuts following her around the house! Man, I'd crawl on my hands and knees around the base, barking like a dog just to get at her sweet little ass!" Coby responded. "Ya know, this is one fuck'n assignment from that asshole that I'm really gonna enjoy! Didn't Lt. Armstrong say be sure to please his wife? Well, that's one order that gonna be only too happy to obey to the hilt! Yeah, all the way to the hilt of my big black cock!" he added.

Being a sunny day, both men were perspiring a lot as they set up the tent. Once they were done, they were surprised to see the lovely Mrs. Armstrong reappear with a tray of sandwiches and cold takes for them. They thanked her and watched intently as she told them how much she appreciated their help. Both men were rubbing at their crotches as they ogled her sexy legs when she walked back into the house.

In the afternoon, items were being dropped off for the rummage sale and the two airmen assisted in carrying the heavier items into the backyard. Then they were to pick up heavy furniture items from various homes to transport back in their truck. With their shift over, Mrs. Armstrong advised that she'd somehow manage alone and thanked them for all their help. But Colby advised her "There's still a lot of heavy items to rearrange, Mrs. Armstrong! We're going to take a break and grab a quick dinner at the mess hall, then we'll be back to help till its all set up! It’s the least we can do, Mrs. Armstrong, especially since we owe Lt. Armstrong so much!"

"Well, if you insist! I guess I really could use your help! I'll go and get started in getting the kids their dinner and help them with their homework so they won't be a bother later. If you don't mind, take your time in getting back, that'll give me time to get the kids squared away! That will also give the other women and I time to finish pricing all the items before you return!" Dawn advised the two airmen.

After getting a meal at the mess hall, Coby and Billy headed on back to the barracks, where Billy opened up his footlocker for his hidden stash. Taking what was needed, they then proceeded on back to Lt. Armstrong's home where his beautiful wife awaited for them. Darkness was now setting in as they neared the home and saw that no visiting cars remained in front of the home, indicating that there was a good chance that Mrs. Armstrong was alone with her youngren.

Seeing that the light in the backyard was on, the two airmen proceed around the house and saw that the other women had left, indicating that Mrs. Armstrong must now be in the house with her youngren. "I'll be right out!" they heard the soft and sexy voice say from inside the home. Then they heard her give instructions to the youngren, telling them that they could watch the two shows on television that they wanted but they were to go right to bed at 8:30 when the last show was done with.

As they were nearing completion of getting everything set up, Mrs. Armstrong excused herself saying that she'd be right back as she wanted to check to see that the youngren had followed her instructions and gone to bed. A few minutes later, Mrs. Armstrong returned outside carrying a bag of chips and an ice chest. Opening the ice chest, the airmen were surprised as she handed each of them a beer, telling them that she really appreciated their help.

Sipping at their beer while the sexy beauty looked over the pricing of the items, Billy advised "Thank you for the beer, ma'am! But we really shouldn't be takeing here at an officer's home …………….wouldn't be right ……………….unless of course you had one with us!" Obtaining another beer from the ice chest, he opened it and held it out to the lovely beauty.

"Well, I certainly don't want to have you men feeling ill at ease!" Dawn replied as she took the can of beer from the airman. Not wanting to show herself being ill at ease with these two black airmen, she sat down on the sofa across from them. Felling how comfortable the sofa was, she felt the material and found it to be in excellent shape. "I wonder who donated this sofa? Gosh, this would be good to replace the one we have since the kids did a number on it over the years! Do you recall where you picked this sofa up from?" she asked.

"I believe it was from Major Hawthorn's, ma'am! Believe Mrs. Hawthorn indicted that it’s a sofa bed and that they needed more room in their home!" Coby replied. "It sure looks to be in excellent condition!" he added as he watched her sipping at her beer. Having guzzled down the first beer, he then reached down for another, passing it to Billy. Then he grabbed two more, opening one and held it out to the sexy beauty.

Billy knew that Mrs. Armstrong was only half done with her first beer and watched as she hesitantly reached out for the other, meanwhile taking a big gulf from her first can. 'Yes, sweetie …………take up that can of beer! Soon, baby, real soon!' he said to himself. Having slipped in that pill into the can of beer upon opening it, he knew it would be just a matter of time once she finished up her first can of beer.

Blinking her eyes rapidly, things were beginning to get a bit fuzzy for Dawn. 'It must be sheer exhaustion after a full day of physical labor that has me all pooped out!' she told herself. She shivered as a tingle of excitement coursed throughout her body as wicked thoughts crossed her mind. 'Gosh, what would all the uptight officers' wives say if they could see me now? All alone out in my backyard with two muscular black airmen, takeing beer with them! What would it feel like to have them put their big black hands on me?' she wondered.

Never before had such wicked thoughts entered Dawn's mind, nor would she have even entertained such thoughts had it not been for the pill that had been slipped into her beer. She had only been intimate with her husband from when they were engaged in college and had been quite true to him, not even thinking of being with another man. Yet here she was wondering what it would feel like to have another man's hands upon her body, the hands of these black airmen.

Billy could see the pill having its effect on the lovely beauty, seeing her rubbing her thighs together as he knew that unbearable itch was getting to her. 'Oh, baby! Ya gonna be squirming on that beautiful little ass very soon! Yeah, baby, 'ol Billy's got just the thing that ya need to put out that itch between your soft tender thighs!' he mused.

Coby stood up and moved to the side of the sofa, advising "This sofa is a great shape, Mrs. Armstrong! As you're interested in it, you should first check out the bed first and make sure it's comfortable! Here, stand up for a moment and we'll open it up for you!" He gently lifted the beauty's elbow in assisting her to stand on her now unsteady feet, signaling for Billy to open up the sofa bed.

Arm firmly on her elbow, Coby guided the hazy woman to step back and to sit upon the unfolded sofa bed. He watched as Billy got two pillows that were brought to the rummage sale and placed behind the sexy beauty, then saw Billy's hands on her shoulders to ease her back, advising her "Here, lie back on the pillows, Mrs. Armstrong! Get comfortable!" With that, Coby reached down to grasp her trim ankles in his hands and swung her legs over so that she was now lying fully upon the bed.

Once her flower went back inside to brush her teeth, Dawn slipped on her clothing and went inside to cook breakfast for her youngren. Only this time she did not rush to douche out her overflowing cunt. With the rummage sale to conclude at 1 p.m., Dawn realized that she would need the two airmen to help her carry in the sofa bed into her home.

With all of her youngren going to soccer practice at the field across from their school, they would not be returning home till after 5 in the afternoon, enough time to be certain that the sofa bed was placed in the right setting. Then a wicked thought entered her mind as she thought 'Perhaps the airmen would like to try out the comforts of the very bed that their unit commander relaxs in!'

Once her youngren were off to school, Dawn showered and put on a clean blouse and pair of shorts before women arrived for the rummage sale. But she did nothing to douche out her cum fetishd cunt, wondering naughtily whether the men were as potent as they had boasted. As she walked out to greet the first committee member who arrived to help, Dawn felt her slick cuntlips rubbing together from the thick lubrication that continued to slowly ooze into the crotch of her panties.

When the rummage sale was over and the women's committee had departed from the Armstrong's home, Lt. Armstrong's unit was on hand to help out and put things back into shape. First, Airman Coby Johnmister and Airman Billy Aaron carried the sofa bed into the Armstrong's residence and placed it as instructed. Placing it down where Mrs. Armstrong had pointed to, they were surprised to find the sexy beauty gone when they turned back around. Looking at each other, they then slowly made their way down the small hallway to where the bedrooms were located.

Looking in the master bedroom, they saw the lovely Mrs. Armstrong lying upon the bed that she shared with Lt. Armstrong. They saw her panting with her eyes closed, watched as her hands came up to cup her breasts through her thin blouse and bra. Seeing her knees rise up and spread wide, the two airmen stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. After an hour, the men could see that they had unleashed a wild streak in this once prim and proper young wife. They had turned the sexy Mrs. Dawn Armstrong into a fuck'n nymph who couldn't get enough of a big cock, preferably a big black cock.

Thus, the decision was made to bring in reinpowerments, making a call to the unit. Coby told his cohort on the phone that reinpowerments were needed at Lt. Armstrong's place but that it was strictly on a voluntary basis and for only those who had a hundred bucks on them. Also, Coby advised his cohort on the other line to bring two cases of beer and an ice chest full of ice as Lt. Armstrong's wife invited them to party under the tent.

Under the tent, Lt. Armstrong's unit sat around and guzzled down the beer, enjoying the opportunity to party at the Lt.'s home - especially without their unit commander there. As a deck of cards was spread out wide on a card table, each member of the unit drew a card with the high card being the first man in line. With Billy calling out who had the next highest card, Coby collected one hundred from the man entering the back door of the Armstrong's home to make his way to the master bedroom.

On this memorable occasion, Lt. Armstrong's unit was present in power, as all the other ten men and two women were quite anxious to contribute their $100 and meet the lieutenant's beautiful wife. Indeed, each member of the unit got to meet the lovely Mrs. Armstrong permisterally, getting to know her quite intimately in the bed that she shared with her loving husband.

Six weeks later, the air base was buzzing with activity as the squadron was returning home for a bit of R&R. Lt. Armstrong was so happy to see his youngren, hugging them one after the other, then to hold his lovely wife up close as they kissed passionately. After six long weeks, he couldn't wait to get his sexy wife into bed for some passionate lovemaking.

That night behind closed doors, John embraced his lovely wife intimately. But being without sex for six weeks had him coming so quickly in the embrace of his hot sexy wife. Her aggressiveness, the way she wrapped her sexy legs around him, John could not last very long as all. Spurt after spurt, he was totally spent as all of his strength flowed out of his body. Quickly arelax, John did not hear his lovely wife's voice of disappointment "John ……….John ………….no …………….no ……………don't go to relax …………not yetttttttt!"

Dawn was concerned with her husband moodiness, wondering just what was bothering him. Finally she got him to tell her what was bothering him and inquired if she could help in anyway. John advised her that he was concerned whether or not his commanding officer would put in his recommendation for John's promotion. "Without his recommendation, there's no way I'll be considered for captain! The major expressed his concern over my has-been unit of misfits, saying I haven't made any headway in gaining their respect! Sure wish you could help, honey, but what can you do to get the major to put in the recommendation?" he advised her.

Major Thaddeus Green, an educated black at the age 40, was determined to see that his units were operating efficiently. He had come from the other side of the tracks like many of the enlisted men but was fortunate to get a good education when he was given a football scholarship. He felt pity for the status of the common enlisted man, knowing many just were not given the right breaks nor had the fortune of a good education as he had. He had heard gripes and seen how Lt. Armstrong treated the men, looking down upon them.

Wanting to help her husband's career along, knowing his troubles in getting along with the enlisted permisternel in his unit, Dawn wondered just how she could be of help. It seemed that things were a bit different in John's unit since he returned, especially after he commented to her "The guys sure seem a bit strange since the squadron returned! Before those guys were always looking glum and despondent. Now even if I'm chew them out, they just give me a big smirking smile with a 'Yes sir!'"

At the spouses' luncheon the next Saturday, Major Green was the guest speaker and he complimented the women's group for the terrific job they had done in raising funds to help out the families of the enlisted permisternel. He did not care much for the younger lieutenant under command but had to admit that he sure did have a good taste in women, especially that sexy beauty he had for a wife. Seeing the lovely Mrs. Dawn Armstrong across the room, he thought to himself 'God, what I'd give to get that sweet little beauty in bed!'

Making his way across the room, Major Green approached the sexy blonde beauty. "Oh, Mrs. Green, I must thank you so much for the superb job that you did in the rummage sale! I received several letters from the families that benefited from the proceeds that I just had to come over to permisterally express my thanks!" he advised. He could see that the lovely beauty was tense, seeming as if she wanted to ask him something but just couldn't bring herself to do it.

Purposely, Dawn gave a sight movement of her head, wanting the tall muscular black officer to follow her. Maneuvering herself further away from the crowd, she told the major "My husband seems to be a bit on edge since the squadron's return. I think he's stressed over possibly being passed over on the promotion to captain!" she advised. Letting her pointed tongue lick teasingly across her upper lip, she asked "Is there anything I can do to help John get that promotion, Major Green? Anything at all?"

Major Green was taken completely by surprise as this lovely blonde beauty certainly appeared to be giving him the c'mon, that she would do anything at all if he was to promote her bastard of a husband. He certainly did not want to jeopardize his 20 year military career, especially with him also looking for a promotion in the near future. But if he could get into this beautiful little bitch's panties, it would certainly be worth the risk.

He had met her several times before and he had heard from others how prim and proper she always was, thus her change in behavior was certainly a welcome surprise, giving him a massive hardon at that very moment. Looking at his watch, he advised "Gosh, that basketball game is about to be brought in on satellite at the bar just outside of the base! Are you into basketball, Mrs. Armstrong? Perhaps we could continue our conversation over there? I'm going to head out over there to catch the tipoff!"

Twenty minutes later, Dawn licked at her dry lips as she nervously walked across the parking lot to the entrance of the bar. This bar was not frequented by many of the military permisternel on base as the officer's club and enlisted men's mess provided satellite broadcasts of the games plus the cost of the takes were half the price.

Entering the bar, she saw the bartender waving to her, calling out "Are you Mrs. Armstrong?" Nodding her head in the affirmative, she was advised "Phone call for you!" "Hel ………hello!" she answered. She swallowed upon hearing "I'm in Room 12 at the motel next door!"

The following Friday, Dawn was swept off her feet when her husband returned home. After a deep passionate kiss, her husband told her "Order some pizza to be delivered for the kids! You and I are going out to celebrate at the Officers Club!" Then her husband held her back at arms length so she could take in the sight of his shiny new captain's bars.

End of Story.

soumis



Ma femme est asiatique. Depuis que nous sommes mariés, elle m'initie au bouddhisme. Dans cette philosophie, les asiatiques reprennent une pratique connue de nous autres européens. Ils font des actes généreux sensés améliorer leurs vies futures car ils croient à la réincarnation.
Dans cet ordre d'idée, un jour, avisant un clochard dans une rue, elle l'invita à venir chez nous, se laver et partager notre repas. Après être passé sous la douche, il en sortit nu comme un ver. Apparut alors, une sorte de géant blond, les bras descendant jusqu'aux genoux et une musculature impressionnante. Les génitoires étaient proportionnels. Il passa devant ma femme et s'enveloppa dans la serviette pour ne pas abimer le divan. Ma femme lui adressa un grand sourire tout en enlevant sa culotte. Au moment où j'entrai dans la pièce, j'ai à peine eu le temps de voir mister cul glisser le long du sexe du clochard, qui devait bien mesurer 30 cm.
Quand il m'a vu, il s'est écrié d'un ton guttural :
Good! With you more, it's more fun
(Génial, avec toi en plus, c'est plus marrant)
Il prit ma femme par les épaules et la colla contre lui. Puis, écartant ses fesses avec ses grosses mains, il dit :
Come, come !!! Be nude !!!!
(Allez, viens. A poil)
Je me suis déshabillé et me suis approché. Ma femme m'avait toujours refusé cette pratique. J'ai enfoncé ma queue dans mister cul et elle a poussé un cri rauque. Elle était en sueur. Le clochard s'appelait Axel. Quand lui et moi eurent éjaculé, moi dans le cul de ma femme, lui dans sa chatte. Il la souleva par la taille et l'éjecta sans ménagement. Ce faisant, il me tenait par la main. Quand ma femme tomba du lit, il m'attira vers lui, m'attrapa par les hanches et me souleva au-dessus de sa grosse bite. Il la fourra dans une de ses mains et dit :
Now it's for you !
(Maintenant c'est à toi !)
Lubrifiée par la chatte de ma femme, mister énorme pieu s'enfonça d'un seul trait dans mon cul. Il m'avait pénétré si profond, que je sentais ses couilles sur mes fesses. Il me saisit aux hanches et me soulevait puis me faisait retomber avec power sur sa queue. Le gland s'écrasait sur le fond de mon cul. Au début j'avais mal. Puis, petit à petit, j'ai commencé à bander pour finalement éjaculer sur mister ventre. Il s'est fait nettoyer par la langue de ma femme.
Soudain, il mit ses mains sous mes fesses et se leva en me portant. Il me coucha, le dos sur le lit, et me pilonna le cul à grands coups de hanches. A un moment, il força tellement que ses couilles commencèrent à s'enfoncer dans mon trou du cul. Il prit mes jambes sous les cuisses et les écarta en les soulevant en l'air. Il m'obligea et écarter mes fesses avec mes propres mains. Il se mit face au miroir pour que je puisse voir ses couilles, dures comme des billes, entrer dans mon cul. Après avoir craché mister sperme dans mon cul, Il essaya de l'enfoncer dans ma bouche. Le gland était si énorme qu'il ne pouvait pas entrer. Un Violent coup de poing supprima l'obstacle. Son sexe glissa jusqu'à mon estomac Où il déversa à nouveau mister sperme. Une fois assouvi, il s'est rhabillé, et on ne l'a jamais revu

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Merci pour cette belle histoire...

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BEN & SANDY

When I met Sandy, she was very pretty but very timid about sex. Until we were married, it was a major accomplishment for me to get my hand under her bra and play with her tits. She was so uptight about sex she made me nervous and it took me three days to get my cock hard enough to fuck her.

After two years she decided she wanted a baby. At first I wasn't too wild about the idea as we were just getting on our feet financially. As I gave it more thought I got turned on by the idea that I would get to pump her pussy until I got her pregnant. My joy was short lived as she did her best to make it another chore.

I didn't know it but when Sandy returned to work one of her coworkers was hitting on her but she kept giving him the brush off. One day Sandy's friend Annie was over and I overheard her telling Sandy to give into Ben's advances. She went on to describe how wonderful his big cock felt in her pussy and that he had just fucked her silly last night. She said it was an experience of a life time and that Sandy really needed to try him.

I heard Sandy tell her that she could never cheat on Bruce as she loved him. Just then the phone rang so I didn't hear the rest of the conversation. From what I had heard I thought I was safe.

The more I thought about my relationship with my wife I kind of wished that she was at least a little bit of a slut, at least in bed. Hell when I went to eat her pussy she got real made and was ready to go home to her lady. I soon forgot the conversation and went on with our dull sex life.

The company Sandy works for threw a big Christmas party with dancing food and plenty of *****. Neither Sandy nor I are used to takeing more than one or at the most two takes and soon both of us were tipsy.

As the evening wore on Annie kept me busy on the dance floor and flashing her ample tits at me keeping me so distracted I didn't notice what Sandy was doing. About eleven o'clock I went looking for Sandy and someone told me that she had complained of a headache and Ben had offered to take her home as I was having so much fun.

When I arrived, I saw a car in the driveway and lights on in our bedroom so I parked my car a couple houses away and went around the back and looked into our bedroom window. I got the surprise of a life time. There was a big black man sucking on Sandy's succulent tits her blouse and bra were tossed aside and she seemed to be enjoying his attentions. She was moaning as he teased her nipples.

When he unzipped her skirt, I heard her say "Ben NO I only agreed to let you play with my boobs. I'm a married women you can't make love to me"

Even as she was saying this, I saw her hips raise up off the bed allowing Ben to remove the rest of her clothes. As soon as Ben had her clothes out of the way he buried his face in her pussy and to my total amazement she was cupping his head with her hands and moaning with pleasure as he ate her. She had never before had anything to do with oral sex.

I was mad, jealous, and horny as hell form watching them. Part of me wanted to run in there and beat the cuckolds brownie out of him and part of me was really getting turned on watching him seduce my cool wife. Sandy was delirious with lust. She was cooing and moaning as Ben got her hotter and hotter.

As Ben's huge black cock head touched her pussy lips, she looked down between them seeing his massive cock for the first time. Feebly she said Ben we really shouldn't do this I am a married woman and I do love my husband but as she was saying that I saw her pussy arching up to meet his cock and her hands went to his hips. I didn't see how he could get such a massive cock in her little pussy but inch by inch he masterfully worked the whole 10 inches in her, causing her to almost faint with pleasure/pain. When he was balls deep, I saw her hands grip his butt cheeks and try to pull him deeper. I didn't know the woman on that bed she was hotter than any porno star I had ever seen! It looked as though she existed for his pleasure only.

Sandy was moaning and babbling like she was possessed and I sure she had a climax or two. In a far away voice I heard her tell Ben to take his cock out before he came. Not to shoot in her, not to get her pregnant.

Ben slowly picked up his pace and as he did Sandy was going crazy grabbing at his ass then she was begging him to shoot is sperm in her pussy. Ben respond by jamming his cock hard into her and shooting his load of sperm deep in her fertile belly. I filled my pants with my come as I stood watching a black man fill my wife's womb with his sperm.

I couldn't believe that I had stood there watching this and hadn't done anything to stop him. No I stood there seduced in much the same way as Sandy! I thought they would stop now but Ben stayed on top returning Sandy's kisses. After a few minutes he started moving his ass again to the vocal delight of Sandy.

I stood watching their second round stunned. In a daze I went back to my car and waited until Ben left. It seemed like hours before he left and I went in our house.

I had no idea what I was going to say or do. I was totally unprepared for what I saw. Sandy was laying on our bed with her legs open her pussy bright red and completely covered with gobs of sperm. She looked at me and said "It looks like you enjoyed the show. Next time you should at least take it our of your pants." I stammered and stuttered for a bit but Sandy hushed me. She said I saw you watching us and Ben and I got a kick out of it but next time you really should come inside before the police think you are a peeping Tom and lock you up.

I meekly nodded. Here I had caught my wife cheating on me and now I was on the defensive. We didn't even talk about whether it was right or wrong. Sandy told me I could have sloppy seconds if I wanted.

Numbly I looked down at my rock hard cock and climbed between her legs dropping my cock in her sperm filled pussy. She was so stretched all I could feel was the pool of sperm. I put my head down and kissed her nipple and tasted Ben's sperm.

Sandy stroked my head as she said after you left he fucked my tits. Do you like the taste? In response I climaxed in her.

I slid off and Sandy and cuddled to her as she said you do you realize that I am going to see him again and let him fuck me as often as he wants. Of course you can still have me but my pussy will already be full of Ben's sperm.

In the morning I woke up thinking that maybe it was just a dream but when I looked at Sandy and saw all the dried sperm on her and on the bed I knew it was true. True to her word she let Ben fuck her during lunch that day and almost every day since in addition he comes over several evenings every week. He likes fucking her in front of me to keep me in my place.

I have come to the point that I look forward to his visits as Sandy lets me eat her pussy after Ben's finished fucking and I get turned on watching his huge cock pumping sperm into my wife's belly.

Sure enough Sandy missed her next period and indeed was pregnant. After some deep thought about the baby and my wife. I made up my mind that I would love and support my wife and our baby.

As Sandy's belly started to grow, he would take great delight in reminding me that it was his sperm that made the baby Sandy was carrying and that I was a total wimp. He would tell Sandy not to let me fuck her anymore.

Sandy does let me fuck her once in a while but she never tells Ben. Our sex life has completely changed since Ben stepped in but I have to admit he gave me what I had wished for, a slutty wife.

One evening Ben came over and brought Annie with him. Sandy had just put or baby to bed as they came in. I was surprised that Ben would bring her.

It marked an escalation in Ben's sex games. Since Ben had started visiting us Sandy usually only wore a robe around the house so she would be ready for Ben. As soon as I closed the door Ben turned to Annie taking her coat off revealing that she too was only wearing a robe and he told her to take it off.

Annie looked at Ben then at me blushing as she removed her robe exposing her nude body. I hadn't realized how good body she has until that night.

At 23 she was just a year older then Sandy. Her tits were large and very firm with large hard nipples pointing at me. She had also shaved her pussy and it was hairless making her protruding lips that much more noticeable.

What really caught my eye was a bag that was hanging form a string around her neck. There was some writing on the bag and Ben told me to read it out loud.

Master Ben

Here are the last of Annie's birth control pills the last thing in your way of total domination of me and Annie. her wimp husband willie

Ben was glowing as he was feeling up Sandy in the middle of our living room. He big black hands all over my pregnant wife. Pregnant by him! I scurried around picking up clothing stealing glances at them.

He told Annie to go and dump her pills in the toilet. As she was doing that Ben had me get my video camera set up, he told me he wanted me to make a good video of a true stud making a baby.

Ben herded the girls in our bedroom directing Annie to the bed then having Sandy get Annie warmed up with some girl-girl sex. As I was taping the action I couldn't help but notice the contrasts between the two girls.

Sandy was a petite blond 5'2" with hardly anybody hair 34 C cup boobs with nipples that have just started getting darker and larger, Annie is 5'8" slender 36 D cup with very large protruding areola capped with large protruding nipples. Their pussies are also contrasting Sandy's pussy is very pale with almost no inner lips and you really have to hunt for her clit. Annie is very dark, her inner lips hang out almost an inch and her clit is very prominent. Even though her pussy is shaved, she has five o'clock shadow.

Ben decided that he was ready and climbed in. Since Annie was on top of their 69, he just shoved his massive black cock in her pussy with one shove. I watched breathlessly as he masterfully fucked her senseless. Sandy lay under her licking her clit and Ben's cock as is pistoned in and out of her friend.

I zoomed on Ben's balls as his orgasm approached and was able to capture Ben's balls pumping sperm into Annie along with all of the sounds, including her begging him to give her a baby.

I was getting very turned on by the action but I didn't dare touch my self because Ben told me if I fucked up the video he would cut my nuts off.

After they climaxed, I stopped the camera waiting for them to get untangled. I then focused in on Ben playing with my pregnant wife as he was making comments about impregnating married white women and how much it turned him on to knock up our wives.

At one point. Our baby woke up and while Sandy was getting her back to relax Ben looked at the video and told me for a wimp I was doing a good job.

When Ben finished fucking the girls, he let me lick their pussies clean then he had me take her home to her husband and to show him the video I had shot.

Bill met us at the door looking anxiously at Annie as she walked in and kissed him. He turned to me and asked why I was here. Before I could speak Annie told him, Ben sent me with a video of her impregnation.

I turned it on for them and then left. Sandy was eager for me to lick her pussy as soon as I came in the door. As always she asked how Ben's sperm tasted. To which I replied by digging my tongue deeper into her swampy pussy.

Now that Sandy was starting to show Ben would take her out to entertain several of his friends who liked to play with pregnant white women. Returning from these dates Sandy would be covered with sperm and often love bites. These dates became routine during the rest of her pregnancy.

The day she was to deliver Ben came over and fucked her until she went into labor. The nurse was a little pissed at me for taking advantage of a woman in her condition. I refrained from telling her what really happened.

For the next month Ben would have Sandy suck him off when he came to visit. He made it clear that as soon as the doctor said it was ok he was going to fuck her and she would NOT be using any birth control. Like a true wimp I didn't put up any fuss. I not only did nothing to stop him I would shave her pussy for him and help her get ready for her dates and say home and baby-sit.

When Ben would bring her home from a date or if he fucked her in our house I would suck Sandy's cunt until it was clean. Sometimes Ben would bring Annie over and have me suck them both clean after he filled them with sperm.

Four years later Sandy is pregnant with her third baby by Ben and she hasn't said if she will be having more. Ben says she looks sexier when she is pregnant and he likes sexy women.

Sandy says Annie is also pregnant again.

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BLACKMAILED BY MY NEIGHBOR'S SON


I never thought I would be the victim of blackmail. I guess you would call it that. Due to the fact, I now must do whatever my black neighbor's mister wants of me. You might say, I kind of had it coming to me. It all started when I had just come home from shopping. I had on a very short summer dress, the kind that if I bent over, you could see I had neglected to wear any panties. I had teased a lot of guys that day, let me tell you. But getting back to this particular story. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed that we had new neighbors moving in next-door. They were around the age of forty something I would guess. When they had noticed I had arrived home, they asked if the moving truck would be in my way. I responded by saying no, and welcomed them into the neighborhood. I also told them, that if there was anything they needed, to just knock on the door. They seemed to be a really nice black couple. I had yet to meet their mister. But that would soon change.

I was inside getting dinner started when I heard a knock at the door. I went to the door to answer it. It was a black kid about the age of eighteen. I asked if he was with the couple moving in next-door. He said he was, and that he needed to use a phone to find out where the other moving truck was. I told him to come inside and he could use the phone in the kitchen to make his call. I noticed the entire time when he was talking on the phone, he was checking me out. I was too caught up putting the groceries away to notice I was giving this kid glimpses of my bare ass and pussy every time I bent over to put something away in a lower cabinet. After what seemed to be about ten minutes, he ended the call and said thank you as he headed outside. I said, "You're welcome and if you need to use the phone again, you’re more than welcome to just come over."

I didn't think he would take what I said for word, but thirty minutes later, he would return. This time he didn't even knock, he just opened the door and entered the condo. I hadn't even heard him come in. I was on the phone talking to one of my members of my website. I was setting up a members gangbang party. I never saw or heard my next door neighbors' mister in the condo. He heard every thing I was saying. How I wanted to be taken by at least six guys. How the whole gangbang party would be filmed by my husband for my website. I had even told the member on the phone that I would meet up with each of them individually so they could each get one-on-one attention. Just as I ended the call, I saw out of the corner of my eye, my new next-door neighbor's mister. I was taken back a little, but after regaining my composure, I asked what the hell he was doing in my condo! I was scolding this kid out, but he continued to approach me. I asked him how long he was standing there listening to me on the phone. As he took the phone out of my hand, he responded by saying, he had been there long enough to find out what kind of slut I really was. I was surprised that this young kid was talking to me in such a dominating way. He continued to tell me that he couldn't wait until his parents found out that they had moved next-door to an adult website star. I told him that they could never find out. The fact was, I had kept my website a secret from everyone I knew. He then asked if he could see the site. I responded, "I don't think it's a good idea." "I'll be the judge of that" he continued to talk in a dominating way, "What do you think? I'm asking or something. Look, just show me the website; you must have a computer on-line, right?" I tried to ask him what he had originally came over for but he started to reach out his hand and lift the front of my summer dress up. I asked him to stop. He continued to lift up the front of my dress until the hem line was about to my waist. He now had a clear view of my trimmed pussy. He just stared, then said in a sharp tone, "Now show me that website, you little slut, now!" I told him I really didn't like to be spoken to that way. He just laughed and said if I didn't do what he asked, he would not only tell his parents about my website, but all of my friends and neighbors as well. I was pissed that this young kid was talking about blackmailing me! I had to show him the site, but I didn't want him seeing me in all my slutty adventures. What would he do if he saw them? What would he say if I didn't show him? These questions and so many more were going through my mind, as I started heading down the hallway to my computer room. He was following me, and kept raising my dress to see my ass. I could hear him laughing, as I sat down to show him the website. He told me to let him sit down in the chair. He wanted to be the one using the mouse to navigate through the site.

As he started to view a couple of the pages, he commented about how much I really was a slut. "I bet you're wet just thinking about me seeing you in all these slutty poses. Right! Now get over here, and let me see if I'm right." I did as he said. He just reached out and put his fingers in my wet pussy. "I told you! That is one wet pussy you have there," he said. "Now get out of that sexy summer dress and show me what kind of slut you really are." I just did what he asked, and removed the dress. Now here I was, naked in front of my new neighbor’s mister, and guessing what he had planned for me. He commented again on how the site was really slutty, but in a good way, and how me and him were going to make each other happy neighbors. As I went to pick up my dress, he pulled it out of my hand. "You aren't finished yet! Now get over here and start sucking my big black dick you slut!" I told him again I didn't like to be spoken to in that tone. He just laughed and responded, "You better get used to it, cause I'm going to be your master from now on! Now just start sucking!" I started to go down on this kid, thinking that as soon as I get him off, this nightmare would be over.

He grabbed the top of my head and made me take more of him in my mouth. I started to fetish, but he just kept me down on his black cock. I started to use my hand to stroke his balls. I could tell he was going to cum soon, by the way his balls tightened up. After sucking his black cock for what seemed like fifteen minutes, he started to arch his back and I could tell he was seconds away from cumming. I started to pull my head off of his cock, but he then grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock further into my mouth. Again I started to fetish, and as I started to try to pull my head off of his cock, he started cumming with great power. He started to really fuck my mouth at this point and just held my head down on his cock. He was cumming so much and he wouldn't even let me come up for air. I heard him say that I better swallow every last drop, or else. I had no other option but to swallow the cum. He had my head so far shoved down his cock that I really had no other option. As his orgasm ended, he released my head and now I could at least catch my breath. I had a little bit of his cum on my chin, so he took his finger and wiped it up. He then put his finger in my mouth and said, "Every drop, from now on!" I asked him what he meant by that? "You are now my slut! You will do whatever I want from now on, or I will let your secret be known by all, is that clear?" he said with a smile. I then told him that I would let him have his fun, but under my terms, not his. He just responded back, "We'll see."

He then told me he needed to get back to his parent's condo to help with the move. I asked him what it was that he had originally stopped over for. He responded by saying he didn't need anything, just wanted to come over and see me bending over some more in my dress. He laughed and said, "To think, I actually didn't think you knew you were showing off that sexy little body of yours, I should have known better, but I got better than that. Now, I have my very own white slut." I told him to keep it quiet or he would get nothing. He then stepped out of the condo and went back to his parents place. I didn't see him for a week, but when I did, he had brought over four of his black buddies to have their way with me. He introduced me to them as his white slut milf. I have since then been made to service about forty of his friends. Sometimes he doesn't even come with them, but he calls me during the escapade and I have to tell him that I'm doing it for him, that I'm his little white slut toy, and I will continue to be at his control for what ever he wants me to do. I am starting to like the whole control thing; in fact, I think it's pretty sexy this young kid lends me to his friends for the sake of being fucked.

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Blackmailed by the Brother-in-Law


Bernard laid naked on the large bed, his little five and a half inch cock was hard in anticipation and his crotch was making thrusting motions as he waited for his wife to finish changing in the adjoining bathroom. It was their first night in the house he had grown up in. He and his brother David had roamed the big halls of the old house playing the games that little boys played, the best of friends, until the incident that drove them apart had occurred. The brother's man had passed away eight years earlier, and their lady several months ago. Bernard being the oldest, at 38, had inherited the house and he and Anne had decided to move back to his home town, since job opportunities were not very fruitful in their area. David had inherited his fair share of the money, but had not gone to their Mother's funeral as he was away in Africa on a photographic safari. He had called a week after they buried her and talked to his brother Bernard for the first time in 17 years, short of quick conversations on birthdays and Christmas. Now, David was coming to stay with them for a week, to collect some things and go pay his respect to his Mother and Father's grave site.

"Ready or not, here I come," yelled Anne from the bathroom. Bernard reached under the bed and pressed play, on the remote control to a camcorder he had hidden in the room. Anne had no idea he was secretly planning on taping their love-making session and probably would have freaked if she had known. Bernard had always fantasized about making a fuck tape with his beautiful young wife, and he knew that he was being sneaky and was probably making a mistake, but being a stupid jerk was in his nature.

Anne stepped out of the bathroom, she had gone out to by some lingerie for her husband to celebrate their first evening in the home they would probably spend the rest of their lives in. Bernard's little dick twitched as his eyes ran down his beautiful blonde wife's body. At 28, Anne was simply stunning. She was wearing a white lacy bra that covered little of her large breasts.and part of her saucer sized nipples poked over the top of the bra teasing him. Her thong panties were see-thru revealing her neatly trimmed vagina.

Bernard had known she was something special the minute she walked into the video store he had been working at four years ago. Anne had been very shy and had worn baggy clothes that couldn't hide her fabulous figure. He had tried to engage her in conversation, but she had just blushed shyly and hurried on. He had brought up her rental records and discovered her taste in movies. The next time she came in, he had recommended some of the movies she had rented a couple times before. After several conversations, he had asked her to go see a weird foreign film that matched her tastes, not a date but just as friends. By the end of the film, they were holding hands. Anne it turned out had been home schooled by an ultra-religious, overprotective lady. She had never been on a date or even kissed a boy until she had met Bernard, a friendly older man, who shared so much in common with her. Bernard had never had much success with women. His face had cleared up, but he was still the skinny little nerd in glasses he had been in school. and he knew a good thing when he saw it. He met her lady, quoted some scripture to her, and the next thing he knew, he had the wife of his dreams.

Anne did a little strip tease for her husband. In the four years she had been married, Anne had opened up a lot. She was still shy around strangers and always wore knee-length skirts and baggy sweaters in public. In private, she developed a large sex drive and loved the reaction she got from her husband whenever she wore sexy underwear for him. Anne was horny all the time and never turned down sex. What she didn't realize was that she was horny so often, because her husband never satisfied her.

Anne removed her lacy bra top and tossed it at Bernard. He caught it and threw it aside. She teased her large nipples with her fingers until they became hard and erect. She then ran the palm of her hand down her flat stomach and into her panties. She began rubbing her clit and moaning in front of her husband. Bernard was going nuts. He jumped off the bed and yanked down her thong. He quickly pulled her on top of him and entered her with his little dick. She was wet from playing with herself and he slid in easily. Anne knew nothing about foreplay and Bernard had never attempted anything but straight missionary position sex with her. It felt funny to be the one on top, but she liked it. She sighed when he came inside her 5 minutes later. I wish men lasted longer, she thought, I could make love all day. She laid down next to her husband and snuggling together they fell arelax.



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The next day, Bernard watched the video tape, while Anne was out shopping. He had pulled Anne on top, because he wanted a good view of her body as she bounced up and down on his dick. The tape had turned out pretty good. Anne could have been a porn star she looked so hot. He wished that he had been able to zoom in on some scenes, but figured, oh well, maybe next time.
Later that day, Anne caught Bernard looking at his parents scrap book. "That you and David," she asked. The picture showed the two boys at age 10 and 15, dressed as cowboys. "He looks so much like you," she told him. "Yeah", replied her husband. "Many people thought we were twins, despite the age difference. I was small for my age." "Nervous," she asked him. "Uh huh," he said, still looking at the pictures. "Its been 17 years, and he still hasn't forgiven me." "What did you do that was so bad?" Anne asked. Bernard quickly ran through the story......
12-year-old David didn't understand why his penis kept getting hard all the time. He also didn't understand why it felt so good when he touched his little undeveloped dick. He lay back on the couch and he began rubbing it, slowly at first, then faster. David felt his mind wander, and he pictured some of the older girls sunning themselves around the community pool in their little bikinis. He was so into his first masturbation experience that he failed to here the clicking sound of his 17-year-old brother's camera going off. Bernard and his brother were avid camera buffs, and were never without them. When Bernard saw his brother masturbating he had snapped four pictures of David's little dick. He even captured the surprise and fear on his brother's face as he experienced his first orgasm.

Bernard had developed the photographs and like the jerk he was, he showed them all over school. David had been humiliated. He and Bernard had always been the target of bullies, as they were your typical nerds, skinny, pimply faced, with large glasses perched on their noses and the photos had just made things worse. He was called pencil-dick by the jocks and none of the girls would ever talk to him. David had dropped out of school at 16 and moved out West.....
Bernard looked down at his feet, when he saw the disappointed look on Anne's face. "Bernie, that was an incredible invasion of his privacy. You should never take someone's picture without their permission." "I know, I know," he hastily replied. "I was just a stupid kid back then, but its been 17 years." "Your right, he should get over it," she said as she patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Anyway it couldn't have been that bad." Bernard told her to wait there.

He ran up to his younghood bedroom and removed the crawlspace access in his closet. He took out the picture of David orgasming and brought it down to his wife. She giggled at the expression on David's face in the picture. If it hadn't been pornographic, it could have won the pulitzer. It clearly showed an adolescent male on the road to manhood, making a sexual discovery about his body. All the shock, joy and fear were written all over David's pimply face. "One thing I don't understand, dear," she said. "What's that" "Why'd they call him pencil-dick," she asked. "His penis is the same size as yours now." "Kids are just cruel," he hastily replied as he returned the picture to his room.
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David pulled his rental car into the driveway of the house he grew up in. He got out of the car and put his muscular arms on his hips as he surveyed the old building. It brought back a flood memories, most of them unpleasant. He had fled to California, a humiliated wreck of a boy. He had never told his parent what his brother had done to him and they had thought David was just an uncontrollable youth. He had vowed never to be humiliated again and had started taking steroids and working out. By the age of twenty, He had grown to be 6'6" and covered in muscles. He had hung weights on his penis, lifting them with his erection. It had grown to an impressive size from all the excercise and the weight gainers he had taken.

David then started to notice girls were paying him a lot of attention and he began a period of sexual conquests. He never wanted to grow close or to be hurt and laughed at again, so he dumped them quickly after getting them in bed. David went to night shool and got his GED. From there he moved on to college and studied photography. He dropped out when a couple magazines bought his pictures, and he became semi-famous for his wildlife photographs taken all over the world.

David walked up to the steps and rang the doorbell. He waited about thirty seconds before it was opened by a beautiful blonde women. Her hair was up and she was wearing a baggy sweat shirt and pants. Her unkempt look made her seem even more attractive somehow and David felt something stir in his heart and in his pants at the sight of her. This was the kind of woman, that men felt they had to protect. "Hi, can I help you," said Linda to the handsome man standing before her. "Hi, you must be Anne," he said flashing her his dazzling smile. "Yes," she replied curiously. "I'm David, your brother-in-law," he told her. "You're David," she said, her eyes going wide. "You're not what I expected." David took his sister-in-law in his arms and gave her a quick hug, completely engulfing the smaller woman within his muscular torso.

Linda was blushing, when he released her. No man except her husband had ever held her before. She felt comfortable, and secure in his arms and it unnerved her a little. She let him into the house and said her husband was playing on the computer.
David made shushing motions with his fingers and he walked into the computer room, He looked over his brother's shoulder and saw both Anne and Bernard's email addresses. "Hello, big brother," he said in Bernard's ear. Bernard jumped up and turned around, finding himself staring at the chest of large man. He looked up in shock at the big man. "D..David."

David looked his brother over. All the old feelings resurfacing, jealously, hate, offense, and a burning desire for revenge.The years had not been kind to his brother, he was still small and nerdy, with a growing bald patch surrounded by thin greying hair. Bernard even wore the same stupid glasses they had worn as youngren. David wore contacts now and the obvious physical disparities between them caused him to feel better. Anne was intently staring at them from the doorway. How a man like Bernard could score a babe like Anne was beyond him.

Bernard was nervous when he saw his brother for the first time in 17 years. This wasn't little David, this man could toss him to the side of the room with the flick of one hand and for a moment, Bernard thought he was going to do just that. For a split second Davids eyes had narrowed and Bernard had seen violence reflected within, then it was gone and David had smiled and hugged him roughly. "Good to see you big brother," he said. "Good to see you too," replied Bernard as the air was squeezed from his lungs. Anne clapped in delight at seeing the two siblings reunited.

David regaled them at dinner that night with stories of his adventures, climbing mountains and sneaking up on lions in the Serengeti. Anne seemed enthralled with David's stories and it made Bernard jealous to think that his brother was living out their boyhood dreams while all he had accomplished was buying a small video store in town. Bernard couldn't get over the change in David's appearance and had David fill him in on his work-out routine and weight lifting exercises. David said that maybe Bernard should call him big brother from now on, causing Anne to laugh much to Bernard's displeasure. Bernard told the story of how they met and David smiled to hear what a shy, innocent, young thing his new sister-in-law was. They stayed up late talking and when they finally retired, David took his brothers younghood room as his had been turned into a den.
David spent the next morning with Anne when Bernard had left for work. He showed her his photographs and told her the stories behind each one. Anne was delightful company and he told her as much. She blushed at the compliment and hugged him goodbye when he said he was leaving to pay his respects to their parents grave site.
After he left the graveyard, he decided to check out the town. He stopped for lunch at the town's diner in the late afternoon. His waitress was a plump worn looking women that seemed vaguely familiar. He was shocked when he read her name tag. It was Tiffany, the head cheerleader and one of his tormentors from high school. She seemed just as shocked when he told her who he was and they agreed to meet for dinner.
Anne was disappointed when he told her he was having dinner with an old classmate and Bernard just told him to have a good time. David picked Tiffany up at her trailer around eight. Over dinner, she filled him in on her life, She had married Josh the quarterback, had three kids by him, and then had thrown him out when his takeing became a problem. David charmed her as easily as he had charmed Anne.
David looked down at Tiffany's fat ass shaking as he fucked her doggy style with his 10" rod. "Fuck me with that big cock, Fuck meee," she moaned in orgasmic pleasure. He found the experience of fucking his former tormentor strangely unrewarding and he fantasized it was Anne he was impaling with his giant rod. She screamed as another orgasm rocked her body, when his cock erupted inside her.

Her screams had woken one of her youngren and she screamed "Get the fuck out of here." when he came to investigate. David dressed in silence and heard Tiffany yell "call me" as he left her trailer.

David spent the next day exploring the town with Anne and they had a picnic in the park. When they returned Tiffany had left two messages on the answering machine which he ignored.
David was wide awake and horny when he retired for the evening, he heard Anne giggling in the next room as she and Bernard made love, and his cock got hard. David remembered where Bernard used to hide his porn as a teenager and he went into the closet to look for some. David removed the lid to the crawl space and reached inside, his hands closed on an unlabelled video cassette. Cool, a porn, he thought, I'll have to check it out tomorrow. He reached in again and pulled out the photograph of him masturbating as a boy. His erection disappeared as he looked at the frightened boy experiencing his first orgasm.
Dammit! Why did Bernard save this thing? A thought occurred to him. Was Bernard still trying to use this picture against him? Was he showing it around to people? Had Anne seen it? He realized he was being irrational, but still the thoughts kept popping up in his mind. He returned the video and the photograph to its hiding place in the closet and laid back on the bed. He could hear Anne talking through the wall.

"Anne, keep it down," whispered her husband. "You don't want pencil dick to hear us." Anne couldn't help herself and gave a little laugh, then she whispered in her husbands ear "Bernard that wasn't nice." "I know, I know," he whispered back. "I'm sorry, it was just a stupid joke." David's eyes were wide and he had shot up in the bed. His face was red and his eyes had narrowed with fury. He had heard pencil dick and then Anne laughing. He had heard nothing after that. Visions of pummelling his brother beneath his fists surfaced in his mind, and Anne how could she laugh, she had been the only ray of sunshine in this miserable town. They should be punished, but how?



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Anne was surprised at how distant, David acted towards her the next day, she had been thrilled at the prospect of spending another day with her handsome brother-in-law. Never in her life, had she encountered anyone so exciting. She wanted to travel the world and experience life too. Anne decided to let David have his space and told him she would be gone shopping the rest of the afternoon. He just nodded at her and as she left.
David sat in his dad's old chair brooding for a little while, until he realized he was still horny. He briefly thought about calling Tiffany, until he remembered the video in the closet. He retrieved the video, and stripped down in front of the tv. He started stroking his large cock and hit play. A man with a tiny little dick was bouncing up and down on a bed, that seemed vaguely familiar. Amateur crap! David picked up the remote to hit stop, when the woman walked out of the bathroom. Never had he seen such a body, those legs, her hips, her belly, and her large firm breasts were all perfect. His cock was a rock hard ten inches now as he stroked it with excitement. This couldn't be an amateur video, only a porn star could have a body like that. The woman on the screen danced for the wimp on the bed, but it was like she was dancing for David. The man on the bed sat up quickly. My god it's Bernard, he thought. His eyes opened wider in shock as Bernard pulled the now naked girl on top of him. ANNE! David knew she had a nice figure under all those clothes, but he had no idea it was this perfect.

He started stroking off quicker as Anne bounced up and down on her husbands little cock. "Your one sexy bitch," David said out loud as he stroked his cock. " Fuck me Anne, fuck me. Hows it feel to have a man sized cock in you." His fantasies were interrupted by Bernard cuming and the tape ending. He rewound and watched the tape again. "You can do better then that wimp, Anne. Your body was built for big cock." Bernard hadn't lasted long and David found himself rewinding the tape several more times, finally he gave up and paused at a scene that showed off Anne's body pretty well. After a half hour the semen erupted in a geyser from the head of his cock.

If an observer had taken a picture now. It would have shown a powerful built man with an intense look on his face as he came buckets from a large bull cock. A far cry from the snapshot taken 22 years earlier.

David cleaned up quickly and redressed. He then rummaged thru the drawers next to the tv looking for one of his dad's old sports tapes. He was going to make a copy of the sex tape for himself. David was lucky, he found an unopened blank cassette and removed it. He had about an hour until Anne returned, so he tried to hurry. David ran up to his brother's room and un-hooked their vcr. He brought it downstairs and put the two together and started copying the tape. One other thing was clear, the quality indicated Anne wasn't aware she was being taped. The sight of Anne's body made him erect again, he had to have her.
David was still sitting in the chair when Anne returned. She felt relieved when he jumped up to help her carry the groceries inside. He smiled at her all trace of his earlier melancholy gone. David spent the next couple of days getting to know all about Anne. Her lady's name, where she grew up, what she liked to read, and she was delighted to have someone express so much interest in her. She cried when he left, he hugged her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Anne felt as if she was losing a good friend and not a member of her family. David shook hands with his brother and then with a smile and a wave, he was gone.
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Upon arriving home, David immediately began capturing scenes from the tape on his computer. He zoomed in on several scenes and enlarged them. He saved them to Photoshop and created several jpegs. Every day he was not on assignment he would masturbate to pictures of Anne. He found he had lost all interest in women except for his brother's wife. Soon he would have her.



It had been six months since he had first set eyes on Anne. David had been away most of that time on various jobs and now he was ready to make his move. He began typing Anne an email message. He had memorized her likes and dislikes, favorite books, movies etc. He hoped to make Anne fall in love with a stranger over the internet.
Anne checked her email. She was surprised to see she had a message. She didn't get too many, having no friends, and all she tended to receive was a few subscriptions to various interests of hers. She clicked on the message. Surprise, it was addressed to a women named Karen. She quickly scanned the contents, her eyes widening. The sender, Rick, was telling this Karen permister, that she had to read Dicken's Great Expectations. It also happened to be Anne's favorite book. Her finger paused above the delete button, and then she moved it to reply.



David got the message, later in the day. It informed him that he must have gotten a wrong address, because she was not Karen, but Great Expectations was one of her favorite books. Anne was surprised to see she had another message from Rick on the computer. He apologized for sending the message to the wrong address but, he was interested in her thoughts on the novel. Anne replied with a lengthy summation of her thoughts on Great Expectations.

David read the email. He replied that he found her opinion insightful and brilliant. Are you an English lit professor? Anne smiled in delight at the compliment. She wrote, No I just like good literature. David replied a couple days later. He wrote, I have greatly enjoyed our discussion. Would you be interested in continuing it about other books? Anne typed back that she'd be delighted.
They began a long relationship via email. Anne couldn't believe that she had found someone who shared all her interests. They discussed books and movies, exchanging messages at least twice a week and Rick would always compliment her on her ideas and opinions. This went on for several months until one day, Rick asked her on a date. She frowned as he had never gotten permisteral before and replied, that she was married. His answer came a couple days later. It just said, the good ones always are.

Anne thought that was that, and they continued to email each other. A couple of weeks went by and Rick asked if she would like to exchange pictures. She wrote that she was not comfortable giving out her address to a stranger. He responded, Not addresses email attachments. She told him, sorry but I don't have the ability to do that. He said that's fine, I'll send you a pic of me in the morning, you can remain anonymous.
The next morning, Anne got on the computer to check for the picture. Sure enough he had a brief message with a jpeg attachment labelled "Me". She clicked on the attachment and watched as a young, fit, well muscled torso slowly revealed itself. It only showed Rick from the neck down. He had fantastic biceps and flat muscular abs. Rick was clad only in tight briefs that showed off an obscene bulge. Her breath quickened at the sight of his hard body. She laughed at the briefs, he was playing some kind of joke on her. He had obviously stuffed his briefs full of socks or something.
That night as they emailed back and forth, Anne discussed a couple of books with Rick. Towards the end of their conversation, Rick asked her if she liked the picture he had sent her. She responded, I found it very funny.

What do you mean funny? I was proud of that pic.

Funny that you had stuffed your shorts.

The only thing stuffed in there was my penis.

Yeah right.

I'll prove it tomorrow.
Anne was perplexed. What did he mean he'd prove it tomorrow? She went and joined her husband in bed and fell arelax to dreams of well built men with large bulges.



Around mid-day, Anne noticed she had email. She clicked on it and sure enough Rick had sent her another jpeg attachment. It was labelled "proof". She clicked on the jpeg and watched as the same impressive build revealed itself to her. Except, this one wasn't wearing shorts. The penis was half hard and stood out slightly larger then Bernard's was when fully erect. Anne chest tightened and she gasped for air for a second at the incredible male body on the screen in front of her. When she recovered, she hit reply and typed in. Very funny, you used some fake picture off the internet.

Later that night Rick's answer came in the form of another jpeg, entitled "Further Proof. Anne was trembling when she clicked on it. The gorgeous male body slowly revealed itself again. This time holding a sign that said, "Hi Anne, it's really me". She replied, Never in my whole life, did I imagine penises came that big.
David smiled, he had peaked her interest. He immediately sent her 5 more attachments.
Anne was about to log off to go to bed when she got a reply from Rick. It was accompanied by 5 attachments and read, don't view unless you want to see more. They were labelled, Ready, Or Not, Here, I, and Come. She clicked on "Ready", and watched as Ricks erect penis slowly revealed itself. It looked gigantic. Rick's finger tips just met as his fist encircled it. She couldn't guess at the length from the picture but it had to have been immense. Anne felt a moistness between her thighs. She moved on to "Or Not". Rick had obviously taken stills of his penis while masturbating. The penis seemed to grow a little in this pic. Almost of its own accord, Anne's hand moved between her thighs and began rubbing her clit. She was soon masturbating furiously when she clicked on to "Here". The penis was still huge, but in this pic the large head had seemed to swell incredibly. Anne was moaning as she frigged herself. "I" was almost identical to "Here" except the pee slit seemed to open like a big eye from the swollen head of Ricks penis. Anne knew what the next picture would be.
She was feeling funny deep within her loins and realized she was close to having the first orgasm of her life. "Oh god, So good, So close," she screamed in pleasure as she hit "Come". A large strand of semen was erupting from the giant penis in the picture. More then Bernard came in about five orgasms. Her vagina tried to suck her fingers in deep and then spit them out when the orgasm exploded form her body.
Anne felt horrible and fantastic at the same time. Never in her life did she think anything could feel that good. But, she also felt like she had somehow cheated on her husband and felt guilty. She went to bed without replying.
David waited and waited for Anne's response. Had he gone to fast? Was she more conservative then he thought? He waited a week before sending her a message. Anne please don't be offended by the pictures, I don't want to lose my best friend.
Anne had just finished putting the groceries away, when she noticed the light indicating she had mail. Anne had been dreaming of Rick's magnificent penis all week. Were there more pictures? she wondered. She read the message and responded, I'm not offended, in fact I loved them. David read her massage and typed in what was your favorite? Her response was, the last one. He typed in, Why? and pressed send.

Anne was uncomfortable answering this but typed in. It excited me. He replied, Did you play with yourself? Yes, yes and it was great, Anne thought, but typed in, None of your business. Rick sent back, Did you cum when I did?
Anne was wet again, but a little unnerved. She typed, I don't like the direction our relationship is heading with these questions. Please, Rick don't email me again unless its about art or lit. He responded, I'm sorry, I will send you one last pic in the morning, no more after that.
Anne kissed Bernard goodbye the next morning, and had made herself some coffee when she noticed her message light on. She walked over and read the message from Rick. The attachment was labelled Hot Wife. Curious, she downloaded the picture. It was of a well built women wearing lingerie that was kind of familiar.
CRASH. The coffee mug shattered as it hit the floor. Oh My God, that's me, she thought as she sat down hard onto the couch. A thousand question raced through her mind. How? Who? When? Anne was scared and angry. She replied Who Are You? A message came back almost immediately. it read, You will not tell your husband about these pics, I will contact you later with further instructions.. It was accompanied by more pictures. Anne was crying and her hands were shaking as she went thru the pics. She saw herself dancing almost naked for her husband. She saw herself impaled on his little penis. Little? Since when did I start thinking of it as little? Her hands tremred as she went to the last jpeg. At first, she was relieved to see it wasn't a sex picture. It showed a bed with manilla envelopes laid out on it. Anne burst into tears. The envelopes had nude pictures of her coming out of them and they were addressed to various people she knew, her preacher, the town gossip, and GASP her lady. Anne would ******* herself if her lady ever saw these pictures.
Anne was scared, someone was stalking her, they had photographed her and Bernard having sex and were trying to usee them against her. Who could it be? She didn't have any friends let alone enemies. The instructions came the next morning.
Anne hadn't slept at all and had told Bernard she wasn't feeling well. She read them after he left for work. They instructed Anne to wear her sexiest lingerie and to go to the Budget inn, just outside of town immediately after Bernard left for work three days from now. They said that if she followed directions she would be given the photographs.



David arrived the day before his meeting with Anne. He unpacked his clothes, then he brought in 5 boxes from the car. He removed the five camcorders from their boxes and began hiding them in various locations around the room. One hidden behind a pile of clothes, one hidden in a suitcase with a hole cut out of the side.... He aimed them at the large king sized bed that dominated the room and adjusted the zoom so that he would get various close ups.



The next day, Anne sat in her car outside the motel room, her fists were clenched around the steering wheel to keep them from shaking. Finally, after getting up some courage she knocked on the door.

David hit record on the camcorders and he sat down on the bed. "Enter," he yelled.

Anne turned the knob and entered the room. Her eye widened in shock when she saw David lying there. "David, you.... why?" "Why dear Anne, revenge, simply revenge," he said softly "What better way to get back at Bernard for all those years of *** then by fucking his beautiful wife."

Anne caught her breath and she felt her nipples harden against her bra. Never had anyone used the word "fuck" in front of her. "David, please don't do this," she pleaded, a disappointed look on her face.
David felt his heart wrench at the look but, he gritted his teeth and said, "Just do as I tell you,and Mommy won't get to see what a slut, she has for a flower. Anne gasped and nodded as she looked down at her feet, "Good," he said, "Now i want you to strip for me like you strip for your husband."
Anne walked over to the end of the bed and began to halfheartedly sway her hips. Anne closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was Bernard she was dancing for. She undid her belt and let her skirt fall to the floor and she quickly kicked it aside. Her mind invented music for her to dance too. It was a rhythmic pounding, boom,,,boom....boom. She began to get excited and her body started to respond. She thrust out her pelvis at each boom. David's body kept pushing the picture of her husband out of her mind. He was so much stronger, so handsomer then her husband.
David watched this beautiful sensual woman swaying before him. His cock stirred in his pants as he took in her shapely legs, full hips and firm breasts. Her lingerie was white and lacy teasing you by revealing to much and to little at the same time. This was much better then the video. He could tell she was getting into her little dance. Inside Anne was a wild natural yearning to be free and he hoped to be the one to let it out.

Anne slowly lifted her sweater and removed it throwing it aside. She let her hands run down her sides and over her stomach, carressing herself. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She let the straps fall over her shoulders as she held her arms crossed over her breasts. teasingly. She let the bra drop to the ground and removed her arms. revealing her breasts in all their glory, her nipples rock hard and sticking out half an inch. She ran her hands down her breasts and over her flat tummy. they moved under the waistband of her panties. She could feel how wet she was. She was hornier then she had ever been in her life, dancing before her brother-in-law. Why was her body reacting this way she wondered? She pushed her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She was now dancing nude in fromt of her husband's brother, a man she barely knew. David was thrusting out his hips, watching her. He yearned to release his cock but, resisted as he wanted to make Anne do it. He got up off the bed. "Stop" he ordered.
Anne stopped dancing and stood looking down at her feet, her breasts rising and faling as she breathed rapidly. She slowly looked up at him still fully clothed. It made her more concious of her own nudity and it excited her even more. There was something natural in being at this powerful mans mercy. She felt docile and obediant. "Come here" he ordered. "I want you to remove my clothes." He watched as she slowly walked over to stand before him. Anne untucked and slowly lifted the shirt over his chest revealing that perfect body from the emails. He had to stoop so that she could remove it. She ran her hands sowly down his hard chest, feeling the little ridges from the outlines of his abs. So unlike Bernard she thought. She kneeled down unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down. David stepped out of them and stood there clad only in his briefs. Something immense moved beneath his briefs and she saw the end of his penis start to peak out above the waistband. She grabbed the waistband and yanked the briefs down.
"Oh" she said in surprise as the giant penis struck her in the face. it was even bigger in permister she thought as she stared at it in awe. How had pencil-dick, become salami-dick? Its head was flared out as it swayed before her. She wanted to measure it and grabbed the base. She wasn't surprised that there was still a half inch gap between her fingers as she wrapped her fist around it. Bernard's penis disappeared completely beneath two of her fists. She counted as she moved her fists up, one, two, three, four... There was still a little bit peeking out at her at four fists length. She was holding the penis that had given her an orgasm without even seeing it in permister.



David was harder then he had ever been in his life. He couldn't believe himself how big the head of his cock was. It looked about ready to burst. He knew he wouldn't last long but then again, he had plenty of time. "Suck it" he demanded. Anne looked up at him and pleaded, "No David I've never done it before, it's dirty." "Do it or everyone you know gets a copy of the pictures," he ordered again.
Anne had tears in her eyes as she looked down at the monster before her. She gulped and then reached out with her tongue and licked the precum off the tip of his penis. She ran her tongue around the head and up and down the sides, tickling the large vein underneath. She kissed her way back up and took his entire head in her mouth. She found that she was enjoying it. There was something natural about it, like she was worshipping a god and by the sounds he was making she was doing a good job of it. David was embarrassed that he was about to cum so quickly. He had lasted longer then this when he lost his virginity. but even then he hadn't been as excited as he was now. He loved having a beautiful woman at his mercy and adeniline flowed through his body as he swelled up with power. He felt the semen shoot up from his balls, it seemed to take an eternty as it traveled up his penis.