les histoires de chrislebo

Anne was now quite contentedly moving her head up and down about six inches of Davids shaft., when she felt the head swell up. She tried to jerk her head back, but David grabbed the back of her head and held it in place. Her mouth quickly filled with his hot semen and she tried to swallow as much as she could but some still trickled out the sides of her mouth and down her chin. It had a not, unpleasant taste and she felt as though she had been rewarded for a job well done. David let her remove her mouth and a final stream erupted from the end and landed above her nipples. Anne felt somewhat releived, he may be smaller but at least Bernard lasts as long as his brother.
She ran her fists up and down his shaft as she looked up at him, "Guess wer're done huh, Can I have the pictures now?' Davids brow furrowed in puzzlement, then he laughed. "Anne wer're not done until I say were done." He pulled her to her feet and leaned over to kiss her. She resisted at first and then gave in and started to kiss him back. She felt confused as she felt his tongue enter her mouth, He was supposed to lose interest and fall arelax now. David quit kissing her and pushed her back against the rooms table. He grabbed her hips and set her down on the end. She had a perplexed look on her face as he pushed her down on her back. Anne felt David pull her legs apart and he sat in a chair staring at her vagina.



What was he...no...he wasn't. She felt his tongue touch the outside of her vagina, and she gasped. It quickly turned to a moan as his tongue penetrated her. She had always thought this was dirty too. but how can something so bad feel this good. Anne was on fire, never had she felt such pleasure, she grabbed the ends of the table and began pulling herself onto his tongue wanting it to go deeper. She felt an orgasm well up deep inside her and then it burst out soaking his face. He seemed surprised when she ejaculated and she felt his face muscles move as he smiled, but he didn't stop. He inserted first one then two of his fingers and he began pumping them in and out of her as his tongue teased her clit. "Oh, David, it feels sooo good," she moaned. "d..don't ev..er st...op" She threw her head back and yelled as a series of orgasms swept through her body in waves. "Aaaahhhh."
David sat back and stood up, he cleaned the remains of her orgasm off his mouth with the back of his hand. Briefly, he looked down at the beautiful women lying spread eagle before him. She seemed to of ****** and had a contented look on her face. His cock was rock hard again and he positioned it just outside her pussy. The table was the perfect height for him to give her the fucking of her life. Having cum once he knew he was going to last a long time.
Anne felt something poking at her vagina. My god, she thought he's still licking me. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized it was the head of his penis rubbing against her. How can he be hard again, its only been about forty minutes since he last orgasmed. Bernard had made love to her twice in one day on their honeymoon, one time, but that had been once in the morning and once at night. She caught her breath as the fat head of his penis penetrated her.

David had never seen such a confused array of emotions on someones face before. At times, she looked confused, aroused, content, and shocked all at the same time. He moved the head of his cock around inside her a couple times and then pushed his cock in about five inches. He began fucking her with the five inches. "Uh, Uh, David it Uh feels Uh wonderful" she stuttered out as she was stretched out like never before. Never had David fucked a pussy this hot or tight before and he continued pounding her pussy with about half his cock for about ten minutes. He knew from the video that that was all Bernard could give her, but the thickness would be a new experience. Then he started working another inch in every five minutes, after a half an hour he had about nine inches inside her, and was poised to give her the last.
Anne put her legs over his shoulders. she was raising her hips to meet his thrusts, His giant penis felt incredible in her, It felt like they had been making love for half an hour but it could only have been about ten minutes. Nobody could last that long. She felt him reach out and began to roll her nipples between his fingers. David pulled his cock out so that the head was just outside then with a harrd thrust he buried his cock to the hilt deep inside her hot pussy.
Anne screamed as the biggest orgasm yet burst from her body and soaked his penis. "Oh David I've never felt so full in my life, I love your penis."
"Call it a cock, Anne," he grunted. "I'm fucking you with my cock."
"I love your cock," Anne said looking up at him lustfully. "Fuck me, David Fuck me with that big cock."
David grinned, she was hooked. There was no way she could ever be satsfied with Bernards little dick again. He glanced over at the alarm clock, he had been fucking her for about an hour now and was getting close. The weights he had hung from his cock had caused him to build up a large muscle underneath. He began to flex this muscle sending Anne over the top.



Anne had reached a peak where it felt like one long orgasm was constantly flowing from her body. She loved sex with her brother-in-law. She had come here to meet her blackmailer and had planned to fake it. Never, in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined sex could be this fulfilling. She felt his cock head swell again and knew he was about to cum. "Do it, baby, fill my pussy with your cum." she cried staring at hm wantonly.
The dirty talk and the look she was giving him sent David over the edge. He held his cock all the way inside her, as he sprayed semen deep within his brothers wife.



Anne felt Davids semen hit places so deep that she didn't know they existed. "Cum in my pussy David, I love your big cock. I love your big. I love you....David," screamed Anne, "I love you" as her final orgasm soaked his cock yet again.
He rested on top of her for a few minutes his cock shrinking until it plopped out. He picked her up and laid her out on the bed. David then began kissing her belly and her breasts, he teased her nipples with his tongue. Anne felt so alive, every nerve in her body was tingling as David, climbed on top of her. He carressed the sides of her face and held her head between his hands as she leaned up to kiss him. She felt his cock stir again and he entered her pussy for the second time. She smiled up at him, "Your quite the man." "Only with you Anne," he whispered in her ear. "only with you." She felt safe and secure in his arms and she moaned softly as a gentler orgasm coursed through her body. He got rougher a he got into it and she let him position her body around as he pleased. She buried her head in the pillow as he fucked her hard from behind, and she exploded with another orgasm when he worked his finger inside her ass. In the end she was riding up and down his cock when he came again. She collapsed on his chest and ran her fingers over his muscles. She suddenly realized she was starving. "Want to go grab some lunch?" she asked He looked down at her an amused smirk on his face. "I'd love to but you have to be getting home." he said. She looked over at the alarm and sat bolt upright. She had gotten here at 11 it was now 4:30, Bernard would be home in half an hour.They had been at it almost 6 hours. She hastily got dressed. He watched her naked his large cock was standing out about eight inches half erect. He handed her the envelopes with the pictures and she said "Thank you"

"For the pictures or the sex?" he asked.

Anne bent down and gave the big head of his cock a little kiss, then she stood up and said "For both I guess." She turned to leave and heard him say "Oh, I almost forgot,' he removed a video from his bag and handed it to her.

"Whats this?" she asked

"It's the video of you and Bernard having sex, I found it in my room when I stayed with you. Thats where I got the pictures I emailed you. I guess he still hasn't learned his lesmister from when we were kids." He closed the door in Annes confused face. He didn't need the video anymore in a few days he'd have his own.



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Anne had never been more confused or upset in her life as she drove home. This was all Bernards fault. She had just assumed David had snuck into the room and snapped a few pictures of her and Bernard making love. Now as she thought back over the last several months, she realized that the day in the video was actually several days before David had even arrived. Just as his picture from 21 years ago had ruined his brothers life, so had his tape of her, caused her to commit adultery. She looked in the rear view mirror at a face she barely recognized. Her hair was in disarray and her face was still wet from all the sweat, and she saw dried semen caked around her mouth. She thought about David, he had given her the best sexual experience of her life, she felt satisfied and fulfilled. In the throws of orgasm she had screamed that she loved him. Did she? What if he had said he loved her back? Despite him being such a jerk, she thought she still loved Bernard. His ***s of their privacy had actually been the catalyst that had caused David to become the well built stud that he was and if he hadn't made the video, she probably would have spent her life never experiencing an orgasm.



Anne arrived home a few minutes before Bernard. She didn't feel like dealing with him at this time so she left a note explaining that she was still sick and was trying to get some relax. When she awoke the next morning she decided to forgive, but she could never forget.

David arrived home and immediately started to view the five tapes he had made. They were excellent, he had captured Anne on her knees worshipping his big dick, Anne throwing her head back n the throws of orgasm as he ate her out. He saw himself fucking Anne on the table, fucking her doggy style, and he had a wonderful closeup of her mounting his big cock. He immediately began editing the videos into one porno movie. Davids cock stired in his pants as he stared at the videos.



Bernard was excited as he watched Anne slowly crawl up the bed near his feet. He hadn't had sex in several weeks as she hadn't been in the mood and he was as horny as hell. She was planting little kisses on is scrawny legs as she moved upwards seductively looking at him. What was she up to? She stopped at his crotch and quickly planted a kiss on the head of his little penis. It jumped at her touch. Anne has never done that before he thought. He was even more shocked when she put her mouth on his dick and started sucking. Bernard had been dreaming about getting a blow job for close to 30 years and it was all he had dreamed it would be. He wished he had set the camera up to record this. Bernard's dick was so small that Annes mouth easily engulfed the whole thing. Anne grinned as her husband started bucking his hips with pleasure. She barely felt his cock swell up when he came in her mouth after a few minutes. Anne sighed contentedly as the small amount of warm liquid squirted into her mouth. Nothing like the gusher from his brother's cock, but good none the less. She had been craving the taste of semen since David had powerd her to suck his dick at the motel. Bernard's was barely enough to wet her appetite.



"Anne thank you, that felt wonderful," He said softly as he began to fall arelax. Anne moved up until she was sitting on his chest. "Oh no you don't, I'm not through with you," She told him as she sat her pussy down over his mouth.
Bernard shook his head in disgust and pushed her off his face. "Yech, What the hell do you think your doing," he said to her angrily.

"I did you, now you do me," she replied. "It's only fair."

"Sorry dear, but I'm not putting anyhting you pee from in my mouth." he told her.

Anne collapsed on the bed beside him in frustration. She reached down and tugged on his penis a couple of times in an attempt to make him hard again.

"Honey, I just came," he told her lazily as he rolled over on his side. "Wait till tommorrow night, now get some relax."



Anne was still horny and she needed to get off. When she heard the sounds of Bernard snoring, she got up off the bed and tiptoed downstairs to the computer room.

David cleaned the large load of semen off his stomach. He had been watching the porn of Anne and him fucking when the urge to masturbate had overwhelmed him. He finished cleaning himself off and returned to his computer. He had captured five pics of them fucking and was planning on emailing them to both Anne and Bernard. He wished he could see the look on Bernard's face when he checked his email. All he had to do was press enter. His finger paused above the button, as a wave of conflicting emotions overwhelmed him. He hated his brother, but could he hurt Anne like this? She had said she loved him as she orgasmed from the pounding he was giving her. Did he love her? He knew she was special the day they had met and he hadn't stopped thinking of her since that day in the hotel room. However, the need for revenge was still there all he had to do was press the button.
Anne's fingers were rubbing her clit as she brought up the pictures of David's big cock on the computer. God, that monster is so beautiful, she thought as she stared at the head flaring out as the semen erupted from his pee slit. Staring at the pictures and remembering how good it had felt submitting to his giant cock had Anne cumming in a matter of minutes. What an incredible man, she thought, he doesn't even have to be present to get me off. She was reaching to turn the computer off when the message light came on. Curious she tapped the button and sucked n her breath,with excitement, it was from Rick (David). She clicked on the message half expecting to see more jpegs of him naked and was disappointed to see it was a short message. She quickly scanned the message.
Dear Anne, I never met to hurt you, and I realize what I did was wrong. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since the day we spent together in the hotel. I realize now that I love you, and I have loved you since the moment you answered your door the day I came to visit. On the night I found the video, I overheard you and Bernard laughing about my pencil dick and I wanted to hurt him for the offense he has caused me. I was wrong to hurt you, and I beg for your forgiveness. In the hotel you said you loved me. If thats true, please come be with me. My heart aches every moment we are apart. If you don't love me, I will no longer bother you and I wish you all the happiness in the world. Love David



Anne's heart was beating in her chest as she read the message. Anne didn't need to think about it. She pressed reply and entered. I'm on my way.
Bernard wept over the note from Anne all it said was: I'm leaving you, You can have everything we own, Don't try to contact me. goodbye. He had come home from work to find her clothes were all gone and this note sitting on the table. It was held down by the video he had taken of them having sex. His ***s of people's privacy had driven his brother away and now his wife.
He moped around the house in a state of depression for a few days before checking his email. He had a message from Anne's email pen-pal Rick and he clicked on it. The email consisted of several jpegs. The first was labelled "unsatisfied wife". It showed a dejected looking Anne in a motel room. Bernard was furious, Anne had been cheating on him and had ran off with her internet friend, Rick. The second was called, "From unsatisfied wife to a sensual woman". He saw the clothed legs of a man lying on a bed. Anne was standing at the foot of a bed clad only in sexy lace panties and dancing with her eyes closed. She looked so passionate. The next, "Unsatisfied wife becomes a cock hound". Anne was on her knees lovingly kissing the biggest cock Bernard had ever seen. He could see the heavily muscled stomach of the man she was blowing.

"Unsatisfied wife gets satisfied", This shot showed Anne's head upside down and screaming in ecstasy. He was looking down her body as she was laying on a table. Her hands were gripping the table and he could see the hair of a mans head, his face buried in her pussy.
Tears were rolling down Bernards cheeks as he viewed the picture. If he ever got a hold of this Rick, he'd ******* him. If only he had eaten Anne that night, like she wanted, she might never have left him. Bernard was surprised to realize his cock was rock hard from lookinh at the sexy pictures of his wife cheating on him. He reached a trembleing finger out to press the last jpeg.
It was lared, "Guess Who". He watched as the picture downloaded. Anne's head was back in the throws of another orgasm as she rode her lover's cock, just like in the video he had taken of her. His eyes widened as the man she was fucking came into view. "Noooo" Bernard screamed as he saw the face of his brother. His penis immediately lost its erection.
One Year Later....
Bernard paused at the doorway of his house, then he shrugged his shoulders in resignation and entered. Tiffany was screaming at her brats as they destoyed his living room.

He had been depressed, lonely and disconsolate after Anne had left him for his brother. He had printed the pictures of Anne and David and taken them to show Anne's lady what a slut her flower was. The old lady was horrified by the pictures, but Bernard swore her eyes lit up at the sight of David's large cock. Anne never tried to contact her lady or Bernard or anyone for that matter. It was like she had vanished from the face of the earth. Nobody seemed to know how to contact his brother and David had never responded to his emails. Not that it mattered, Bernard was afraid of his brother and probably wouldn't have confronted him anyway.
He had ended up in the arms of the other depressed and lonely woman in town, Tiffany. Bernard had watched his and Anne's sex video every night and when Tiffany started staying over, he went up to hide it back in his room. He was never able to figure out why there was another video already in his hiding place.



Tiffany had demanded he get a divorce and reluctantly Bernard agreed. The judge had been wary of foul play and had asked for details of his wifes abandonment. When he heard about the pictures of her relaxing with his brother, he asked that they be brought before him.

The Judge had whistled between his teeth, as he viewed the pictures. He had granted the divorce and had put the pictures in his desk. He said, he needed them as evidence.

Tiffany and Bernard were married immediately after the divorce notice arrived and Bernard had regretted it ever since. Her three youngren were monsters and she continued to gain weight as she had quit her job and all she did was watch soaps on the tv. What made it even more humiliating was the fact that Tiffany kept calling him pencil dick to all her freinds.



Africa, The Serengeti plain.
Ann looked up as her lover returned to camp for more film. David was trying to capture some cheetah cubs on film but the lady kept giving him a hard time. She smiled as she thought back over the last incredible year.
David had confessed everything to her when she arrived. The videotape of their encounter in the motel and the pictures he had sent Bernard when he found out she was leaving him. He had said he didn't want there to be any lies or deceipt between them from now on.

They had agreed to start fresh as different people and she had dropped the e in her name as a start. The only thing she kept as a remanant of her former life was the video of her and Davids first time together, which they watched at least once a week. They lived as husband and wife though she believed she was still married to Bernard.
The last year had been one of excitement and sexual bliss. She obeyed anything David ordered her to do and had orgasmed at least once a day since they had gotten together. He had trained her as his assistant and they had traveled to every continent but Antartica and she had never been happier.
David was reloading his camera when he felt Ann grab his cock and squeeze. "Hurry, back honey," she said a mischevious smile on her face. "I can't wait to suck on "energizer" tonight."

David smled, Energizer, was Ann's nickname for his cock. You know, it keeps going and going and going. He liked this nickname, much better then his last one.

je donne ma femme


Depuis un certain temps, l’idée de faire baiser ma femme par plusieurs types me traverser l’esprit. Dans nos ébats amoureux, je commençais à en parler en insistant sur le fait de combler un de mes fantasmes, et qu’elle puisse se faire prendre à la chaîne comme une chienne en chaleur , D’abord un refus puis deux, mais mon désir me poussais à insister et !!!!!

Je vous décris ma femme Pat, 1.64m, 52 kg, 36 de taille, 85b de tour de poitrine et un sexe rasé de prés en permanence, assez timide et très peu exhibitionniste voir pudique.

En ce début d’été et de vacances, les enfants partis chez les grand parents, j’avais poussé Pat, à ne plus mettre de sous vêtement lorsque l’on sortait ou même à la maimister, les premiers jours il a fallu que j’insiste mais au bout d’une semaine, elle prit goût à sentir ses seins libres et l’air lui caressais la chatte surtout qu’elle devait portée uniquement des jupes ou des robes.
Un soir lors d’une partie de jambe en l’air, je reparlas de mon désir et de la savoir nue sous ses vêtements toute la journée me donnait l’envie de la faire baiser comme une chienne, par une meute d’homme. L’idée reçut un refus mais en continuant à la baiser, je la poussais à imaginer à avoir plusieurs bites à sucer, plusieurs mains pour la caresser et beaucoup de sperme à recevoir, au moment le orgasme elle commença à délirer à dire qu’elle voulait sucer et se faire prendre !!!!
Une fois calmé, on en reparla et elle me dit oui mais pas plus de trois et toi ça fera quatre. Je lui demandas de confirmer pour être sur,
- je veux faire la chienne, et me faire défoncer !!!
Quelques jours passèrent, et la vie avait repris sa routine alors que moi, je préparais la surprise. J’avais contacté un groupe d’homme sur Internet, habitué à ce style de rendez vous mais le problème, ils étaient cinq et inséparable .les vacances des enfants se finissant je n’avais plus le temps de rechercher un autre groupe et la date fut prise.

Le jour arriva et j’invitai ma femme à un pique nique dans une crique retirée que nous avions l’habitude d’aller pour bronzer, elle mit sa robe de plage sans rien dessous et prépara mister sac avec serviette, bikini et crème solaire. Puis s’en alla faire le pique nique, de mon coté, je complétai le sac avec des préservatifs, et retira mister maillot. Sur les coups de midi, nous sommes sur place, ma femme se dévêtit, et se retrouve nue dans ce coin de paradis, tout en cherchant mister maillot ;
- salaud, ou tu as mis mon bikini ?
- reste comme cela, tu es très belle en tenue d’Eve !!!
- tu ne crois pas que je vais passée l’après midi à poil !!!!
- oh !!! Que si, et en plus on attend des invités pour l’apéro !!!
- c’est quoi ce cinéma ?
- tu m’as demandée de t’organiser un gang bang et voila !!!
- c’est quoi ça ?
- tu m’as dit l’autre jour que tu voulais faire la chienne et bien je t’ai trouvé une meute de chien qui vient juste pour te baiser mais au lieu d’être 3 ils mistert cinq, cinq bites que pour toi !!!!!
- ça ne va pas !!! Rouge de colère et voulut rattrapée sa robe mais je fus plus rapide et m’emparât.
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Au même moment, du bruit se fit entendre et nos cinq gaillards apparurent.
3 blancs à l’allure de rugbyman et 2 noirs très athlétiques, Pat se cacha le sexe et les seins comme elle put mais déjà des sifflements enthousiastes se firent entendre
- c’est toi la chienne qui veut se faire baiser devant mister mari ?
- non partez !!!
- toutes les mêmes, elles ne veulent pas et après c’est les pires des salopes !!Pas vrai le mari !!!
-oui !!!Avec un sourire en coin
- tu vas voir, on va te donner du plaisir, enlèves tes mains et fait nous voir tes trésors.
Vaincue, elle laissa glissée ses bras le long du Corps., ses seins pointés et sa chatte rasée leurs apparurent.
-C’est bien, va nous servir à boire et après à quartes pattes !!!!Dit un des mecs
Elle s’exécuta et leur servie le champagne qu’elle nous a préparée et me rejoins pour me demandée discrètement de tous arrêter.
Je la repoussai dans les bras d’un grand black, qui l’en lassa.
- tu vas faire se que l’on te demande ou alors il t’emmène dans leur Cite et la tu vas servir de vide couille !!!
- qu’est ce que tu veux, salope !!!
- je ferrai ce que vous voudrez !!! Dit-elle en pleurnichant
Le black la libera de mister étaux et lui intima l’ordre
-défais mon short !!!
Obéissante elle le fit glissée, et découvrit une mandibule de 25 cm sur 6, elle m’en croyait pas ses yeux ce mettais pas possible qu’une bite soit aussi grosse !!!

-alors suce !!!

Elle ouvrit la bouche et commença.
Pendant prés de 3 heures, elle fut prise dans tous les sens, sa chatte était béante, mister trou de cul lui ne se refermait plus, elle avait avalée une quantité impressionnante de sperme, mais elle semblait ravit de mister sort car elle continuait à se lécher les seins recouverts de foutre.

Nos invités partirent en la remerciant de cette partie carrée et la complimentèrent sur ses talents de salope

Merci et bonne continuation !!

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WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD


"Here we are," said Fred, turning the moving van on to Washington Avenue.

Amber reached over to grab his arm. "I hope this is a good idea."

"Everything will be fine," replied her husband.

"This is all my fault. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't need to do this."

"Honey, it's alright. Things will work themselves out."

"Are they all black?"

"As far as I could tell. Quit worrying. It's an older neighborhood. No gangs or haves. I've checked it all out. The crime rate is low. It's fine. We'll get ourselves back on our feet and move out in a few years. There's our new house." As the van pulled up to the driveway, several older black people turned to watch them.

Fred and Amber Gertz were both 25 and had been married for three years. Fred was a pretty successful pharmaceutical rep for a large firm and quite successful. Amber had been a legal aid, but had recently gotten fired for gambling on the job. Amber had been introduced to gambling while the couple honeymooned in Las Vegas. She had quickly lost the original stake she had brought along for betting and had made three trips to the ATM as the week progressed. Fred had noticed it was getting difficult to pull Amber away from the slots even for passionate newlywed sex, but he had thought nothing of it at the time. As several years passed, Amber had increasingly played the lottery, bought hundreds in scratch off tickets, joined football and basketball pools at her job even though she knew nothing about sports. She ran up large amounts of credit card debt and Fred had finally taken notice when her car got repossessed. Their credit bad and burdened by a large debt, Fred decided to sell their home, move to a new state, and start from scratch.

Fred had located a decent home in an economically depressed black neighborhood. The area had been lower to upper middle class at one time and the prices were too low to pass up. He did have a two hour commute to his new office which meant he would be away from home twelve hours a day. Amber would start looking for work as soon as they moved into their new home. For now, Fred had put everything of value in his name and was giving Amber an allowance to get her gambling under control.

Fred got out of the van and saw two black men staring at him over a fence several houses away. Both men were older, gray haired, and one was rather fat. Fred waved. His hand froze in midair when he realized, they weren't waving back, just staring. Fred lowered his hand and frowning, he turned to help his wife down out of the truck. They saw several more black men and women watching them as they moved in. Fred tried again to wave and be friendly, but the most he got was a nod from one.

Fred wiped some sweat off his brow. He started the tiller back up and finished plowing a section of his back yard for Amber to plant a garden. Two of his black neighbors were sitting on a porch takeing beer. They were watching him work, but still hadn't acknowledged him. Fred had never given any thought to reverse racism, but now he knew what it felt like to be a black man moving into an all white neighborhood. Well screw them, he didn't need friends anyway. He'd meet some at work. Amber didn't care either. She was distrustful of blacks and would have been content to have them stay next door, but Fred wished they could have at least a casual relationship with the neighbors. Fred returned the tiller to the garage and entered his house.

"Holy cuckolds brownie!" Fred couldn't help himself when he walked in on his wife changing.

"Like what you see?" Amber smiled at him as she pulled her bikini panties up to cover her bare crotch.

"You know I do, sexy." Fred nodded towards the bed. "Wanna have some afternoon delight?" His drop dead gorgeous wife was pulling some cut off daisy dukes up over her ass. She was bare breasted, her firm double D's, thrust out, nipples erect and pointing upwards. Put her in a barn wearing a cowboy hat and this could have been a perfect pinup poster.

Amber giggled and said, "Maybe later, after I get the tomatoes planted." She bent to scoop up her bikini top.

"It's a date," said Fred adjusting himself. This was the reamister he hadn't divorced her after she'd gotten them in financial trouble. Amber was one sexy lady. Not to mention that she was kind and compassionate and he loved her very much. Fred wasn't much to look at. He fit the Bill Gates image, a rather scrawny, computer nerd in glasses. Amber on the other hand, was built like a stripper. She had long golden brown hair that matched her name. Her eyes were green and so big they gave her an innocent look. Her lips were full and pouty. Her skin was very white and unblemished except for the occasional freckle. Fred didn't know her measurements, but her figure was a perfect hourglass. Her waist was long and thin and her legs were fit from jogging. She was actually several inches taller then Fred's 5'8". Her breasts were simply magnificent. They were large and firm. They looked fake, but were 100% natural. Each breasts had a large areola, but the color was so faint as to nearly blend in with her skin except for the actual nipple which was often very erect and red engorged making them much darker. They looked like half inch erasers capping off perfect breasts. Her breasts were so large, she complained of back trouble and often leaned forward when she walked. Amber considered getting reduction surgery, but Fred wouldn't hear of it. Maybe when she got older and they started to sag some, but not now. She strapped the black bikini top on and winked at him as she left the room.

Fred went to take a shower. Afterwards, he was still nude when he walked over to the window to check on Amber. Their bedroom looked right down on the recently tilled ground. Amber was bent over, digging a hole for a tomato plant. Her moon-shaped ass was thrust up towards Fred and he could see the jean shorts hugging it tightly. Fred could also see that the two old black men had moved from the porch and were leaning over the fence watching Amber. Fred quickly got dressed.

"I tells ya, thems real."

"They sho is ripe and juicy."

"Ahem," said Fred clearing his throat as he walked around the corner of the house and surprised the two black men. "How's it going?"

"Oh, hello there neighbor," said one of the black men.

"We was just talking about your wife's tomatoes," said the other, grinning and holding out his hand.

Fred took it and shook it. "You into horticulture?"

"I discovered whore-tee-culture in the Navy."

"I see," said Fred not really understanding how someone in the navy might develop an interest in gardening. "I'm Fred Gertz and that's my wife Amber."

"I'm Amos Smith." Amos was the one into horticulture. He was a black man pushing seventy and still a physical giant of a man. He was big and muscular, though his muscles had tightened up as he aged. Amos had shaved his head making himself look younger, though he kept a gray goatee. This guy had forty-five years on Fred and there was no doubt in Fred's mind that he wouldn't last more then a few minutes in a ring with the guy.

"I'm Walker." The second black man held out his hand and Fred took it. He assumed Walker was his last name. He was probably mid-sixties and had a huge beer gut. He was pretty obese, though his arms were still pretty muscular and one had a USMC tattoo on the bicep. Walker had a bald pate and close cropped gray hair around his head. He also had a gold tooth in the front.

Fred released Walker's hand. "I was starting to think I wasn't welcome here. You never returned my waves."

"Sorry about that. I never saw you. I'm a little blind in one eye."

Both his eyes looked fine to Fred, bright and alert even, but he felt relief to know that his neighbors weren't anti-white or anything. "I understand."

"I'd like to say hi to the missus," said Amos."

"I'll call her over." Fred turned to look at his wife. She was still kneeling in the dirt. She had noticed them, but had made no move to join them. "Amber, come on over and say hi to the neighbors."

Amber tried to stare down Fred before reluctantly getting up. Fred realized what was bothering her, but it was too late. Amber wasn't fond of showing off her body to strangers even at the beach. She was a borderline nudist around her husband, but with anyone else and she was shy. Here she was now dressed like a slut farm girl and about to introduce herself to two old black men. The two black men never took their eyes off her as she approached. Fred felt a little proud to have the neighbors so envious of the beauty he had married. "I'm Amber." She shook their hands then immediately held her arm across her chest. Her nipples were typically erect and pushing out her top.

"I'm Walker."

"And you are?"

"Delighted to have such a young beautiful woman in this neighborhood."

"That's a long name," said Amber blushing.

"Call me Amos then."

The foursome was interrupted by someone calling out Walker's name. "We're back here," replied Walker.

Two more black men walked around the corner of Walker's house. "Well what is it we had to rush over to see?" yelled one.

"Yep, where's the fire?" said the other. He froze when he saw Amber.

"Ah, just something I wanted to show you guys in the house," said Walker. "Come meet Fred and Amber, the new neighbors. These hooligans live further down the street."

"Howdy, Frank Beane." Frank shook both Fred and Amber's hands. Frank was skinny and probably pushing eighty, but seemed full of life. He was a tall, lanky man. He had a full head of gray hair. His limbs seemed elongated. He had big long hands and long arms as well as legs.

"Dick Long," said the fourth black man. He didn't extend his hands to shake them.

"His momma and daddy named him that cause it's true," laughed Frank."

Dick Long gave Frank a fake grin revealing several missing teeth. He was probably the youngest of the four black men, but still in his fifties. Like Amos, he was big and muscular too. He had African features, very dark skin and a flat nose. His eyes were deep set, giving him an unfriendly look. He barely nodded at Fred and just seemed satisfied to stare at Amber. His emotionless stare made her uncomfortable and she shuffled behind her husband to block Dick's view.

"Your tomatoes are planted too close little lady," said Walker. "You should space them at least a foot apart."

"Thanks for the advice. I'm going to go fix them now. Nice meeting you fellows." Amber turned to walk away and Fred was aware of four black heads cocking to watch her go. Some of Amber's ass was poking out from under the tiny shorts until she reached back and adjusted them.

"Hey, Franksandbeans," said Walker. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Frank grinned. "Fred here makes five."

"You play poker white boy?" asked Amos.

"Some." Fred didn't appreciate being called a white boy.

"Our buddy Lou died sixth months ago and we were looking for a fifth player. "Stakes ain't too bad. We each put in about fifty dollars and usually play winner take all unless the game runs late. Games are Friday nights, starts about eight.

"Sounds fun."

"See ya in six days then. We switch houses usually. This week will be in my basement. New guy buys the beer."

Fred showed up at Walker's house promptly at eight the following Friday carrying two cases of Miller light under his arms. Walker let him in and led him down to the basement. Amos, Frank, and Dick were already sitting at a card table playing blackjack. They all greeted him pretty warmly except for Dick who didn't acknowledge him at all. Fred set the miller light on a counter and Walker began loading it into a mini cooler.

"I'd better go easy on this," said Amos taking a beer. "I'm not used to the good stuff."

Fred frowned, thinking he was being teased for not buying better beer, but then he noticed the room was filled with empty cans of very cheap beer and he realized Amos was being serious.

"Lets play," grunted Dick, speaking for the first time.

The five sat around the poker table and Amos dealt first. "That sure is a fine piece of ass ya married, Fred."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Yeah man, you married up," grinned Fred.

Fred knew he had married above his looks, but didn't like being reminded of it. "I'm a lucky man."

"If she were my wife I wouldn't be over here playing poker with four old farts like us," said Walker.

"White boys don't know how to treat a woman," grunted Dick glowering at Fred. Dick's deep set eyes made Fred uncomfortable.

"I do just fine, thanks," replied Fred. "How about you guys, are you married?"

Walker sighed. "Widowed."

"Married fifty years," said Frank proudly, "with five youngren and eighteen grand kids."

"Divorced," said Amos.

"Divorced," grunted Dick.

"Long Dick left out divorced, divorced, and divorced," Frank quipped.

"Fuck you, Franksandbeans. Deal the cards," said Dick.

"Sorry to hear that," said Fred to Walker who looked sad since mentioning he was widowed. "How long has your wife been gone?"

"three years as of last week. I miss her every day. I miss her smile. I miss her laugh. I miss her cooking."

"You miss her blow jobs." Dick got up to get another beer. "So do I."

Walker gave Dick the finger. "I'm gonna go drain the monster." He glowered at Dick.

Frank leaned over and whispered to Fred, "Dick made Walker's wife suck his dick once over a poker bet. He never let Walker forget it."

"Serves him right for bragging about her so much," said Dick overhearing the conversation. "She may have been good sucking Walker's little ten inch dick, but she gagged sucking on a really big one. Swallowed every bit of my cum though. Came back for more a couple times too."

"Here he comes. Shut up about his wife." Amos punched Dick in the arm.

"What about you, white boy?" Dick asked. "I bet your wife sucks a mean dick. Those big lips were built for sucking cock."

Fred was starting to feel sorry he agreed to play with these guys. "We don't do that," said Fred shifting in his seat. He regretted it almost immediately and wished he had told the big black guy that it was none of his business.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means, she doesn't like to do that."

"So? You push her to the ground and you shove your cock down her throat. Then you move her head up and down your cock. I ain't never heard such nonsense. Women do what you fucking tell them to do. She don't like to do that. What the fuck?"

"Black women know how to treat cock," added Amos.

"Don't you want her to suck your dick?" Dick was not done ribbing Fred yet.

"Sure, I guess."

"Look white boy. You leave here tonight. You walk on home, wake your wife up, and shove your dick down her throat. It don't matter whether she wants to, likes to, or what-the-fuck-ever."

"I'm not going to do that."

"Pussy!"

"Maybe that's why you've been divorced four times." The room went so silent you could hear a pin drop and Fred instantly regretted it. It had been perhaps the bravest thing he had ever said. He felt instant relief when Dick chuckled.

"You're alright white boy." Dick got up and grabbed another beer and gave one to Fred. "For the record, no woman has ever divorced me because of sex. They divorced me because I'm a mean takes misterofabitch and I can't keep my big black cock in my pants."

"Ya got that right," added Walker.

"Yep," said Frank.

Dick sat and took the cards to deal. "In fact, I could call up any of my ex's and fuck them tonight if I wanted and two of them remarried. Tell ya what white boy. I'm gonna get your dick sucked for you."

Fred said the second bravest thing in his life. "I'm starting to wonder about this fascination you have with my dick, Dick."

The room broke out into laughter. Frank guffawed and slapped Fred on the back. The only one who didn't laugh was Dick, but he grinned. He wasn't as scary looking when he grinned. "I was serious, but if you don't want your wife to suck your dick that's fine with me. Just trying to do you a fucking favor. If you don't want to know my plan, fuck you."

The laughter had settled. "Just kidding," said Fred, "but I'm curious, what's your plan?"

"We get her to play poker with us. We can feed her some good hands and you can power her out of the game unless she bets a blow job for when you get home."

"Can't do that," replied Fred.

"Why not?" prompted Dick.

"Amber has a… She can't… What I'm trying to say is that she got us into trouble… She can't handle gambling."

"You don't say," said Dick.

"Leave him alone, Dick," said Walker. "This is clearly something he doesn't want to discuss."

"It's ok. It feels good to get off my chest." Fred explained how Amber had gotten hooked in Vegas and how their troubles had progressed from there.

"Nothing to be ashamed of Fred," said Amos. "We all have our problems and weaknesses."

Frank took the cards for the deal. "Enough talk, ladies. Lets play some serious poker."

The rest of the night went a lot friendlier and Fred went home with twenty extra dollars in his pocket. He stripped in his room watching the gentle rise and fall of the sheets as Amber slept. She would be naked under the covers and his dick started to rise. He imagined walking over to her and pulling the covers off. He'd shove his dick down her throat as she woke up in surprise. Yeah, that would work in a perfect world. He looked down at his penis, hard, and straining to make five inches. Dick had called Walker's penis little at ten inches and claimed his was thirteen. Those old black men were probably full of crap. Amber wouldn't go for the powerd blow job thing, but she never turned down sex. He climbed in bed behind her and nudged her ass with his stiff penis until she awoke and parted her legs for him.

Fred and Amber were just about to sit down together and watch a movie when the doorbell rang. Fred answered the door and was surprised to see the four black men there. Amos was carrying a case of Old Milwaukee. "You trying to ditch the game, white boy?" said Dick.

Fred was silent. He hadn't had a good time during last weeks game and had spent the week avoiding his neighbors so as not to get invited to another game. "Sorry fellas, money is a little tight this week."

"Then we'll spot ya," said Walker stepping up to the door.

"Come on in," sighed Fred stepping aside.

"Fred, what's going on?" asked Amber standing up from off the couch. She looked dumbfounded to see the old black men shuffle into her living room. Amber was wearing just panties and a tee shirt. She grasped the hem and pulled the shirt down to cover her panties. This had the effect of making the tee shirt tighten around her large bosom and showing off her nipples.

"Sorry, honey. The guys here want to play some poker."

"Oh. Alright then. I guess we'll just have to postpone our alone time." Amber checked out the black men to see if she had made any of them feel guilty enough to leave them alone, but they just stared at her chest. "I'll run upstairs and change."

"Don't feel you have to change on our account little lady," said Walker.

Amber snorted. "I'll be right back." She released the tee shirt's hem when she reached the stairs. Four black heads turned to watch her climb the stairs. As her firm calves tensed with each step, the tee shirt rode up her back giving each man a view of Amber's tight ass gripped by lacy black panties.

"We can use the kitchen table," said Fred. He took the beer and filled the refrigerator after handing each black man a can and taking one for himself. Walker had his poker chip set and cards. He quickly gave each man the standard $50 in chips after collecting the money.

They had each dealt two hands when Amber came back downstairs. Fred was not surprised when all four black men's eyes focused on her. He knew he was a lucky man. Amber seemed incapable of not looking sexy no matter what she was wearing. She was barefoot and even her feet looked cute with their little pink painted nails. She had pulled some tight jeans on and was wearing a sweat shirt that was a little too small and designed to show off her navel and flat belly whenever she stretched. Fred could tell she had put her bra on as her tits weren't shaking too much, but the tight sweat shirt really made them stand out. She had tied her long auburn hair back and removed her contacts, wearing dark glasses. She had attempted to dress down, but the hair and glasses made her look like a naughty librarian. "Let me get some chips and dip for you guys." Amber always wanted to be a good hostess and she grabbed a bowl to fill with chips.

"And I'll take another beer little lady," said Frank.

"Me too," grunted Dick.

"Full house," said Fred putting his cards down and pulling the chips his way. "You must be good luck honey." Frank folded early the next hand when Amos dealt and lost a bit more when Frank dealt. Frank always seemed to deal him the worst hands.

"I'll take a beer now," said Frank.

"Might as well bring me one while your at it," added Walker. "And why not get one for yourself?"

"I think I will," said Amber. She served the men some beer. Only Walker and her husband were in for this hand and the pot was large, probably more then one hundred dollars. She felt her pulse quicken at the thought of winning all that money. She pulled back the tab on the beer and took a swallow almost spitting it out immediately.

"Not the fancy beer you're accustomed too," laughed Frank. The other black men laughed with him.

"I like Bud," she replied.

"Spoiled rich girl are ya?" said Dick. "Drink up that working man's beer in your hand."

Amber looked at her husband who just shrugged at her. She took another sip of the beer and powerd it down her throat. Fred smiled at her and winked as he laid his flush down on top of Walker's two pair. Amber felt a shudder go through her as she pictured herself winning that money. Her nipples hardened as she got a little turned on. Luckily, her bra was thick enough to keep them from sticking out too much, though they were still visible.

"I'm out then," said Walker. "Care if I go watch some TV?"

"Follow me," said Amber, "and I'll get you the remote."

Walker left for the living room and shouted "Alright!" a few minutes later.

"Everything ok in there?" called Fred from the poker table.

"Just happy to see you got cable, rich boy," yelled Walker back.

Fred returned to the game and dealt the cards. "Can you get me another beer, honey?"

"Sure," she replied tossing back her beer and grimacing at the taste. "Anyone else?" The three black men each wanted another and Walker called from the living room that he would take another too.

"You know Amber," said Dick after she returned from giving Walker his beer. "It's still early and poker is better with five players. Why don't you sit in a hand?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," said Fred. He glared at the dark skinned black man. Didn't he remember Fred talking about Amber's problem last week?

"I think that's up to your wife. What say you, Amber?"

Amber had opened another beer and was still making faces as she sipped it. "Fred's right, it's not a good idea. I do love poker though," she sighed.

"Then join us. Hubby's won enough to spot you some."

Amber actually felt her panties dampen a little at the thought of playing poker. "Like I said, I'd love to, but I have a bit of a gambling problem."

"Then this will be good for you. You're only allowed a stake of fifty dollars. You can't lose any more then that."

"Really?" Amber downed her beer, already feeling a little buzzed. She sat down in Walker's vacant seat.

"Amber," said Fred gulping. "I don't think…"

"This might help her," interrupted Dick. "It can teach her to control her bets."

"I think I can handle it, just this one time," said Amber staring at the cards.

"We each are even," said Frank, speaking for the first time since Dick had asked her to join. Amos had been silent the whole exchange too. "Except for your hubby there who has all of Walker's money. Give her half and we'll be even again."

Fred slid fifty in chips over to Amber. "Honey, this is my money, ok? You are not actually gambling with your money. I'm just letting you play some cards with my money." He hoped that would make her think about gambling a little differently. "If you win, I'm keeping the money."

"Just deal, Fred," she replied.

"Five card draw." Fred dealt the cards. Amber controlled herself and folded early. Amos won the pot which was small. Amos dealt and Frank won a little. Amber won a decent pot during Frank's deal and another decent pot the next time around when Frank dealt again. Fred could see his wife squirming a little in her seat. Gambling made her horny and if she won tonight, she was going to be an natural in bed. That made him feel a little better. He still controlled their money and she couldn't get them into trouble again even if she had a bad relapse.

Amber's money started dribbling away after they each had dealt a few more hands. The deal came back to Frank. "My lucky guy," said Amber, slurring her words a little. She had just finished her third beer. Frank winked at her. She had won every hand he dealt. This hand broke her streak and she found most of her money gone. "I'm sorry honey," she said staring at her few remaining chips.

"It's just a game," replied her husband.

Amber won a small pot when Dick dealt and another when Fred dealt. She started perking up again. Frank's turn came around and this time he was her lucky charm again. He dealt her a straight on another hand of five card draw. She matched the raises until Amos and Frank folded. She looked at her husband who was trying to keep a straight face, but she could tell he was holding a good hand. Dick was staring at her smirking. Probably looking for a tell, she thought. Dick pushed all his money in and her husband followed suit. "I.. um… don't have that much," she said, panicking.

"Then you're out," said Fred.

"Not so fast, white boy," said Dick Long. "Your wife has something else she can put up."

Fred felt the color drain from his face. The table had gone silent again. He knew what Dick was going to bring up.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Putting anything else in is against the rules," said Fred hastily.

"You can give a blow job to the winner." Dick turned and stared her in the eyes.

It was Amber's turn to feel the color drain from her cheeks. "What kind of man would even suggest that?"

"A man who wants a blow job. Do you think you got a good hand or do you want to fold?"

"In Vegas poker, I can just put what I got…"

"This ain't Vegas, white girl. Now how good do you think your hand is?"

"But your bla… not my husband. I can't give you a blow job. I'm a married woman. I don't even do that with Fred."

"Fred's a wuss. Everyone knows a blow job ain't cheating."

"Just fold, honey," said Fred. He jumped when Dick kicked him in the leg. The black man winked at him as Amber stared at her cards. Last week, he had told Fred he was going to help him get a blow job and Dick was apparently keeping his promise. "But, it's up to you."

Amber stared at her husband in disbelief. "I have to use the bathroom. I'll decide when I come back." She left the room.

"Asshole," said Fred to Dick. "I told you about her gambling problem. What were you thinking?"

Dick smirked. "Just trying to help you out. Look at her cards." Fred stared at him until he repeated, "turn her cards over and check her hand."

Fred reached out and cheated. "She's got a straight."

"Can you beat it?"

"Yeah, I have a flush."

Dick looked at his hand and showed Fred two of his cards. "Pair of tens. I told you I'd get your dick sucked. Take my gift and enjoy. She's going to be so relieved she doesn't have to give me a blow job that you'll get the best fucking blow job of your life." Dick sat up straight when Amber returned. "Well did you decide?"

"I'm out," she replied.

"Good choice," said Frank. "Don't give this asshole the pleasure."

Fred drummed his fingers on the table. "I think you should stay in, honey," he practically whispered.

"Bad move," said Frank, but he was grinning.

Amber stared at her husband in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

"If you think your hand is that good, you should stay in. You might win all the pot back or give me a blow job tonight."

"Or that jerk."

"Maybe, but he has to beat you and me, first."

Amber looked at the money. She had a chance of tripling the money her husband had allowed her to play with. He wasn't kidding, it was his and he'd take it all from her, but she also knew he would buy her something nice with it. "I'll do it."

"You sure, Amber?" asked Frank.

"Shut up Franksandbeans," said Dick. "What you got, white boy?"

"Flush."

Amber felt sick all of a sudden. She had just lost. Well giving Fred one little blow job wouldn't be so bad. "Straight." She turned up her cards. Fred was grinning at her. He really wanted this and she decided to do her best with him. She gulped when it came Dick's turn to show his cards.

"Pair of tens."

Amber felt a huge surge of relief and Fred's grin widened.

"And another pair of tens. I win."

Fred's grin dropped. "What the fuck?"

Amber stared at the four tens horrified. "Oh no," she whispered.

"Time to pay up." Dick stood up. His giant muscular frame towering over the still sitting players. His dark black skin looked even darker when he grinned displaying his missing teeth. His remaining teeth were yellow and crooked. Amber pushed her seat back and stepped away from the table like a doe about to make a run for it. Dick grabbed her arm and practically dragged her away. "We can do this in the living room." She turned to stare at her husband before she disappeared.

Fred made a move to stand, but Amos's arm wrapped around his neck from behind and held him still. The arm tightened until Fred quit struggling. "A bet is a bet," Amos whispered in Fred's ear.

"OHMYGAWD!" shouted Amber from the living room.

"He's hurting her," whimpered Fred.

"Naw," said Amos. "She just seen his cock, that's all."

Frank spoke. "He did the same thing to Walker's wife."

"You should have warned me," pleaded Fred.

"I told her not to," shrugged Frank.

Fred shut his eyes to fight tears. "Is it really that big?"

"You can go see for yourself once you calm down." Amos relaxed his grip.

"I gotta stop this," said Fred, gasping as the arm around his neck tightened again.

Amos whispered in his ear again. "Listen white boy, your wife was playing with your money. You said so yourself. That means that you gotta pay the debt. Long Dick is gonna get his cock sucked tonight and unless you wanna do it, it's gonna be your wife." Amos felt Fred slump completely and he released his arm from around Fred's throat. Amos slapped him on the back. "Maybe this will teach your wife a lesmister about gambling." He slapped Fred on the back. "Now I ain't never scene a pretty white girl sucking on Long Dick's black monster and I'm gonna go watch the show."

"Me too," said Frank standing.

Fred watched the black men leave for his living room. Reluctantly, Fred pushed his chair back to join them. He shuffled towards his living room. At first he couldn't see anything as Frank and Amos were blocking his view. Walker was sitting back in a recliner. He had switched the television off. Dick was standing in the center of the living room. He had pulled his shirt off. His skin was a deep African black and his muscles were extremely pronounced. This guy's physique put Fred's little body to shame and the black man had 30 years on Fred. The black man had dropped his pants around his ankles. Fred could see Amber's golden brown hair bobbing before Dick's crotch. He walked around the couch and gasped at the sight before his eyes.

Amber had her jaws stretched so wide it looked like they were dislocated. Sticking from her mouth were about seven inches of the darkest black cock Fred could have ever imagined. To say it was beer can thick would have been an exaggeration, but not by much. Amber pulled back gasping for breath and Fred got the full view of the monster that had been in her mouth. Dick hadn't been lying when he bragged about his cock being thirteen inches long. It was also the ugliest thing Fred had ever scene. The black man was uncircumcised and the thick wrinkly sack covered an oversized cock head. The head seemed to be trying to push out of the sack as the black man gasped for breath. Amber reached up and pulled the skin taunt. The huge cockhead emerged completely from the foreskin. It was both the size and color of a large dark plum. Having the foreskin pulled tight made the massive black cock look completely different. It went from being an ugly wrinkled log to a magnificent steel hard phallus that could have been the model for a large dildo. Amber couldn't take her eyes off it and she looked both fascinated and horrified. Dick's hand wrapped around the back of her head and pulled her back down on his cock. She tried to swallow it again, but gagged.

"Amber, are you alright?" said Fred.

Amber finally looked at her husband. Dick's cock was rubbing along her cheek, nose, and lips, sometimes leaving a slimy trail. "Do you see this?" she asked. Fred nodded and she embarrassed him by saying, "it's more then twice as big as yours." The black men all chuckled.

"Start sucking. I ain't got all night," grunted Dick. "Just swallow what you can. You can jerk off the rest. I cum quicker too if you play with my balls."

Amber took the fully engorged cockhead back in her mouth and began sucking. She bobbed her head as rapidly as she could. She could handle four or five inches of the monster fairly easily. Her right hand started stroking the remaining shaft. Her hand began sliding faster as saliva leaked from her lips helping to coat the shaft. Fred saw her other hand come up to knead Dick's testicles. They were every bit sized to go with his penis. Each individual ball was bigger then Fred's entire scrotum and probably as big as a tennis ball. His testicles were excessively hairy and the wrinkly black skin matched his foreskin.

"That's it," groaned Dick. "I think she's starting to love sucking on this big black cock." Amber shook her head in the negative, but continued bobbing it. "Liar. I bet your pussy's soaked right now. I bet your wondering what something like this would feel like buried in your tight white pussy. Ow! Squeeze my nuts again bitch and you'll find your lips kissing my pubes. I'm gonna cum soon. You can thank me when I'm done."

Amos moved to block Fred who acted like he was about to intervene again. "This your first white girl?" he asked. Amos was clutching his crotch which looked like it pained him.

Dick took his eyes off Amber and looked at Amos. "Naw, but she's the first one I didn't have to pay."

Amber let out a little cry, but didn't stop bobbing her head.

"I can't stand this anymore," said Amos.

"What are you doing?" asked Fred horrified to see the other muscular black man dropping his pants.

"I gotta jerk off." Amos pulled out another huge cock. His monster was dark brown and also uncircumcised. His shaft was probably close to a foot long, the thick root jutting out from a heavy bush of grey pubic hair. Amos spit in his hand and started sliding it along the shaft.

Fred found the whole situation surreal. His beautiful young wife was kneeling before a black man older than her dad and someone Fred felt probably belonged in a primister. She was sucking on an ugly black cock so prodigious, it was more then twice as big as Fred's. Another black man old enough to be Amber's grandman was jerking his huge cock off in their living room as he stared at Amber. Two more old black men, one fat and one skinny, were watching the show.

"Getting close," growled Dick.

Amber pulled her mouth off, but her hand never quit stroking the shaft. "Warn me before you cum," she said before returning her lips to his cockhead. Before she swallowed it, Fred noticed that the foreskin had completely receded and the big tip looked even more engorged then before.

"It ain't a proper blowjob unless you swallow." Dick pulled her head down and Amber's eyes flew wide open. She made a gurgling sound just as milky white sperm shot out the sides of her mouth. Fred could see her gulp several times and felt jealous knowing this was the first sperm she had ever tasted. Dick, being the typical asshole, yanked his cock out quickly and shot another couple blasts of semen on Amber's face. She surprised Fred by leaning forwards and putting her lips back around the tip and gulped a few more times. Her hand was now only stroking forwards on the shaft like it was milking it for sperm. Amber finally pulled back, staring in amazement at the still engorged shaft before her eyes. She released it and the dark foreskin slowly closed up around the shrinking cock head. It looked like a snake sliding backwards into a hole. "Hey slut, look at that."

Amber turned her face in the direction Dick was nodding and found herself face to face with another engorged black cock. The angry looking head exploded as soon as her eyes focused on it. A huge wave of semen covered her face and sweat shirt. Sperm covered her eyes and blinded, she felt the new cock head pressing down upon her lips. She opened them in time to get another mouthful of hot semen which she swallowed to make room for several smaller wads. She had only seen the man's cock and had no idea who's semen she was now swallowing. The cock pulled back from her mouth and her body seemed to want to follow it like she wanted to taste more. She heard her husband yell, "That's it. Shows over. I want everyone out." There was laughter and what sounded like a high five hand slap. Someone also farted as the black men shuffled out of the room. She could here someone gathering up the poker chips. When it appeared everyone had left, she pulled her sweat shirt off and wiped her eyes. Fred returned and helped her to the shower. They both agreed to forgive each other and hugged, though Fred wouldn't kiss her on the mouth. The black man had been right, her pussy was soaked while she sucked him, and Amber half heartedly hoped for sex that night, but when Fred stripped, his penis wasn't the least bit hard. In fact, it appeared to have shrunk up into his scrotum making it look even smaller.

A week later, Friday morning, Fred awoke to find his penis engulfed in his wife's mouth. She found his penis easy to suck and she could swallow the entire shaft while licking his balls with her tongue. Things had been a little strained between he and Amber. It had taken him three days before he could kiss her on the lips. It was five days until he had gotten an erection and they had passionately made love that night knowing that all was truly forgiven. The following night she had finally gone down on him whether out of guilt or love, Fred didn't care because it felt awesome. She swallowed every drop of semen his little balls could produce both that night and this morning. She seemed to enjoy the taste. Amber climbed up on top of him and laid her head on his chest. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too. I'd like to stay here all day, but I'd better get ready and on the road." Fred got off the bed when Amber rolled off him and took a shower. He would be gone until Tuesday at a pharmaceutical convention and had about a seven hour drive. They kissed at the door. Fred broke off the kiss and walked down to his car before turning back to his wife. "Remember to lock the door and don't let Richard anywhere near the house." Fred had quit calling him Dick, because he didn't want to remind Amber of the man's penis. "I'll see you in five days."

Fred was driving out of the neighborhood when he noticed Frank Beane was struggling with a love seat in the back of a pickup. He had avoided the black men all week, but he couldn't turn down a neighbor who needed help. Fred pulled up to the curve and helped Frank get the chair off the pickup. They both took the chair and carried it through the front door.

"Right here," said a heavy-set older black woman.

"Fred meet my wife, Jean," said Frank.

"Jean Beane," said Fred.

"Almost didn't marry the old fool cause of that," laughed the black woman.

Frank and Fred arranged the love seat. Frank thanked him and Fred was on the way to the door when he noticed the pictures on the wall. "Is that you and Sammy Davis Jr?"

"Yep, sure is. I used to open for him."

One picture was of a promotional shot of a much younger Frank dressed as a magician. He was holding a wand up to a fanned deck of cards. The billboard called him Beandini. There was also a shot of Frank dealing cards at a blackjack table to Sammy Davis, Sinatra, and what looked like Angie Dickenmister. "Wow! You have to tell me some stories some time."

"I'm free now. I can talk about my Vegas days for hours."

"Some other time. I'm at a conference all weekend."

"Sure neighbor. Thanks for the helping hand."

The pictures tugged at Fred's brain halfway to the conference. Frank had been a professional card dealer in Vegas in the early sixties. He had also been some sort of magician apparently specializing in card tricks. Richard had mentioned feeding his wife cards at their first game when he was setting Fred up for the blow job con. Frank's hands had all been good for Amber at the second card game until the one that suckered her in. "My lucky guy," Amber had called Frank that night. Frank was the kindly old one. The friendliest of the four black men. Could he have set Fred and Amber up? Worse, Fred had just told him that he would be gone all weekend. Fred was an hour away from the conference when he turned around and headed home just as it started to rain.

Amber was actually shaking as she approached the door. She jumped when the doorbell rang for a third time. She had just gotten out of the tub when the doorbell rang. She didn't know who it could be. The lights were out except for the bathroom and the bedroom and her car was in the garage. She dressed in sweat pants and a shirt before heading down stairs. She snuck a peak through the curtain and saw skinny old Frank Beane standing on her steps dripping wet. She turned the light on and opened the door, undoing the chain lock. "Frank, what is it?"

"It's poker night," he grinned at her and held up a deck of cards.

"Well come in out of the rain." She pulled her robe tight around her waist. "Fred's not here. He's out of town."

"You don't say."

"Hold the door," someone yelled as Walker and Amos appeared out of the darkness to catch the door before she closed it.

Startled, Amber stepped back and almost screamed.

"He's not here, Amber. After last week we told Dick we didn't want to play with him again." Frank kindly patted her shoulder.

"Same place as last week?" Walker sat his poker chips on the kitchen table as Amos loaded the cooler with another case of cheap beer. He handed Amber one.

"I was just telling Frank, that Fred's out of town."

"Shit. We were hoping for both of you to play since we ditched the asshole," grunted Amos.

"Well, we'll just make do with the four of us then," said Walker as he squeezed his fat belly into a chair.

"I was hoping for an early night, fellows," said Amber, but her eyes were greedily staring at the poker chips, the cards, and the fifty dollars Walker was removing from his pocket.

"Come on Amber," said Frank as he sat at the table. "Just a simple little game. Same rules as last week, fifty dollars only. I'm sure Fred left you some money."

"He left me $150 dollars," she replied. Amber was squeezing her eyes shut trying to fight the urge to join them at the table. "But that's all I have to last the weekend and I need groceries and gas."

"Then even if you lose, you'll still have a hundred bucks to get by on." Frank used his foot to push out an empty chair towards Amber. "But if you win, you'll have doured your stake."

I guess your right. Can't hurt. Can it?" Amber was sweating and breathing heavy. Her hands were shaking as she left the room to get to her purse and the money. She retrieved fifty dollars and returned to the kitchen. Her hands quit shaking as soon as she sat down at the table and watched her money being turned into poker chips. She immediately felt better as Walker dealt the first hand. Amos popped the tab and slid a beer over towards her.

One hour later…

Amber reached into her purse for her final fifty dollars. The boys had been generous and let her buy some more chips. She was thankful they were giving her a chance to win her money back. Her luck had to change soon. She returned and slid the money towards Walker who exchanged it for more chips. She was thrilled to win the next two hands, but then her money started whittling away again. Frank dealt out a game of seven card stud and the pot started building. She had two sixes in her hand and there was a third on the table as well as a pair of sevens. She winced as Amos raised again. "I don't have enough."

"Your short fifteen," stated Frank. "Then you're out."

"I can't be out. I won't have any money to get by this weekend." Amber eyes were wide open in fright. Can somebody lone me the fifteen? I'll pay you back."

"You can pay me what Dick got last week," said Amos.

Amber blushed. "I'm never doing that again. Screw you." Amos held up his hands in surrender.

Frank reached out and tapped her hand. "And we'd never make you do that. Isn't that right guys?" Frank's elongated hand completely covered Amber's.

"We ain't pervs," grunted Walker. "But we is men. I'd give you fifteen of my winnings if you put on a little something sexy. I'm thinking that bikini you was wearing while gardening would be nice."

"I'm not wearing a bikini to play poker."

"I'd pay fifteen for that too," said Amos.

"I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't interested." Frank sat back and sighed. "I guess that's the offer. I know you don't want to do it, so feel free to fold and we'll go home, but it would sure make three old men very happy to play cards with such a young a beautiful woman."

Walker added, "Plus, you'd have thirty bucks extra to play with."

Amber thought about it for a minute. Odds were good she would win this hand and most of her money back. With the extra $30, she could get all of it back with a few good hands. Amber pushed her chair back and stood up. "I'll be right back."

Amber returned ten minutes later wearing her robe. She found a full, cold beer in her spot and tossed it back taking a big swig. She was already a little takes and the beer helped build up her courage. Three pairs of eyes were on her as she undid the belt and let the robe fall to the floor.

"Jesus!" said Walker.

Amos was cruder, "That is a fucking hot piece of ass."

"You're incredible Amber," said Frank winking at her. "I'm not sure this was a good idea. I won't be able to concentrate on my cards."

Amber's first reaction was to lean forward making herself smaller which also made her large breasts ponderously dangle down. She powerd herself to stand back up straight. They had already seen her in the top, but with shorts on. The panties were on the skimpy side and the reamister she kept her crotch shaved. It helped that the three men were so old and unthreatening. Plus, the way they were staring at her body was flattering. Amber relaxed and smiled. "Let's play cards."

"First, lets pay you your chips," said Frank sliding fifteen across to her as she sat down. The other two followed suit. Amber slid the fifteen she still owed into the pot. "Amber's in. Let's show them."

"Full house," said Amber sixes over sevens."

"I'm out," Frank flopped his cards down.

"Beats me." Walker tossed his cards in.

"Full house too," said Amos grinning. "Sevens over sixes."

"Shit!" Amber threw her cards on the table. This was getting to be too much for her. She was holding so many good hands that just didn't pay off for her. She took another swig of beer.

The cards went around the table a couple times and Amber won a few small pots. The beer and the gambling had her horny. She wished Fred was home to take care of her needs. Of course, he'd be pissed off at her for gambling, so she was better off spending an unsatisfied horny weekend alone. Her nipples grew erect as she pictured her and Fred in bed. She'd felt guilty after the last poker game and had paid her husband back by blowing him. She found she actually liked having a penis in her mouth since Dick Long had made her blow him. "Who was the other man?" she suddenly blurted out.

"What man?" asked Frank.

"The other man at the poker game," she replied wishing she had kept her mouth shut. "The one who jerked off on me."

"Guilty," said Amos raising his hand.

Amber looked at him, but didn't see the old black man. Instead, she saw a big brown cock head staring at her, swollen and angry. Semen spitted out from the head and splattered on her face before she took it in her mouth swallowing several mouthfuls of his warm seed. "Why?"

"Why'd I jerk off on you?" Amos laughed. "How could I not? That was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Trust me, these old farts," He pointed at Frank and Walker, "probably jerked off the second they got home."

Amber saw Walker nod in agreement, though Frank's face remained blank. "I didn't get a good view, but you appeared quite large." Amber realized at this point that she was quite takes.

"Nearly a foot long." The smirk on Amos's face suggested that he was quite proud of it. "Ain't seen many bigger, but Long Dick's got me by another inch."

"How can they be so big?"

"It's a black thing," said Frank. "Mine's about a foot too, though I don't see it hard that often anymore. I wish I was seventy again."

"I guess I'm the baby at ten," said Walker, "But I'm told mine's the thickest anyone's ever seen."

"Jesus, I didn't know." Amber was staring at her cards, but not seeing anything as she pictured Dick and Amos's long black cocks again.

"I take it Fred don't measure up?" asked Amos.

Amber shook her head not wanting to answer out loud that her husband wasn't even half as long as any of theirs. "Do women have trouble taking something that big?"

"Not at all," said Amos.

"Most women cum like crazy stuffed with a big cock." Walker winked at her and licked his fat lips.

Amber felt uncomfortable again having the fat man ogling her. Looking at all the superior smirks on the black faces, made her decide to drop the conversation. "Back to the game. Oh crap, I'm out again." Amber held another good hand.

"Well, do you fold?" asked Walker, who was dealing.

"Would you guys be willing to spot me?"

"What's in it for us?"

Amber's mind flashed through her assets. She had some jewelry, but no cash. She needed to win her money back. The pot was pretty large, enough to keep her in the game. "I'm short twenty dollars. You guys like this bikini? How about I take the top off?"

"Not fair," grumred Walker. "She should have been out a long time ago."

"It sounds like a good deal to me," smiled Amos looking at her body as she sat at the table.

"I'm inclined to agree with Walker," said Frank. "Of course, we have left Amber here in a bind without any money this weekend. I feel guilty not giving her a chance to win her money back." Frank nodded acknowledging Amber's grateful smile. "Let's compromise and let Amber stay in, but she has to take the entire bikini off."

"I can live with that," said Walker nodding.

"Alright, fine," said Amber. "It's a deal. I'm going upstairs to use the bathroom." Amber rose and felt all three sets of eyes on her ass as she walked away. She bent to pick her robe up, and headed upstairs. She returned shortly with the robe belted tightly around her waist. The three black men were sitting around the table expectantly looking at her. One had left the refrigerator door open. She gulped. "Ok boys, here it goes." She dropped the robe.

"Fuck!"

"Her fucking labs are sticking out."

"Look how faint her saucers are, but her nipples are bright pink.

Amber closed her legs. With her crotch shaved, her female parts tended to extend out. Her labia and clitoris leaned towards the large side. "Worth the money?" She almost laughed at the old men's reactions. She half expected Frank or Walker to have a heart attack. Previously, only her husband had seen her nude, but she no longer felt the least bit self-conscious standing nude before these men.

"Looks like I got here right on time," said Dick Long standing up as he shut the refrigerator door.

Amber stood still looking at the dripping wet black man. He was shirtless, his muscular chest glistened in the light. Her newly found exhibitionist streak disappeared and she threw one arm around her breasts and her other hand over her bare crotch. She turned and disappeared into the living room.

"Sorry Amber," called Frank, "he just showed up to play cards."

"Come back out and lets me see ya," yelled Dick. "It took me awhile to track the fellows down and I'm eager to play."

Fred pulled up in front of his house and parked at the curb. He sat in his car for close to twenty minutes listening to the rain pound on his roof. He was being foolish. He shouldn't have turned around and come home. Now he'd have to spend all those hours driving back to his conference in the rain. His house appeared dark except for the kitchen. He could see movement through the curtains. He decided to peak in and check on Amber before leaving again.

Fred stepped out of his car and opened his dark umbrella. As he approached his house, he thought he saw movement near the window. A dark figure appeared, staring in the kitchen window. Fred snuck closer and recognized Dick Long. That fucking black pervert is staring at my Amber, thought Fred. He looked around for a tree branch or anything he might use as a weapon just in case the guy was planning on doing more then just peeking. Dick seemed oblivious to the rain. Fred stood behind a tree for nearly fifteen minutes watching Dick. He thought he heard voices in the kitchen, but the rain made it too hard to tell for certain. Eventually, his side door opened and to Fred's surprise, old Frank Beane appeared in the doorway. Frank looked around, saw Dick and gestured for him to enter the house. As the black man disappeared inside, Fred stepped up to his window.

The black men were seated at his table playing cards. He watched Dick pulling off his wet shirt and toss it in the kitchen sink. Amos took out something from his pocket and passed it around the room to the other men. They looked like little blue pills. Each of the men swallowed one and chased it with a sip of beer. Amber appeared in a robe just as Fred had to bend down to wipe rain water from his eyes. He heard Amber let out a little scream and when he looked up, she was gone. Frank called to Amber in the living room. It sounded like he said, "If you don't come out you're gonna forfeit."

"Amber! What the fuck are you doing?" Fred whispered as his wife emerged from the living room. She was completely naked. The only thing on Amber's body was her wedding ring. She was holding a pillow across her chest covering her breasts and crotch.

"Now Amber honey, that wasn't part of the deal," said Walker.

Amber dropped the pillow and slid into her chair. She picked up her cards. Amber grinned and sat up straight which thrust her breasts out. She reached out and slid the chips towards her. She seemed cheered by winning the pot. Dick winked at her and sat a fresh beer in front of her. He took out a wad of cash and bought himself into the game.

It was obvious to Fred what was going on. The neighbors were taking advantage of Amber's gambling addiction and making her pay off her debts by stripping. If he let this proceed, he had no doubt they'd want more then just having her nude. Fred took out his cell and dialed her cell phone. It rang several times. There was no reaction from Amber. Stupid! Of course, her cell phone was probably with her clothes and she couldn't hear it. They hadn't bothered hooking up a land line.

Fred stood up straight. He should barge into his house and throw those black men out. Dick Long had his arms behind his head while Walker dealt the cards. Dick's muscles bulged out. His biceps were huge and it looked like his muscles had muscles on them. His dark black chest was flexed and Fred thought he could make out several scars crisscrossing the man's chest. His mind imagined Dick in a knife fight in primister. He probably kept a switch blade in his pocket. He remembered Amos's iron grip across his throat last week. Fred's knees went weak with fear. He couldn't take these men. He dropped to his knees in the wet grass and felt the rain rush over him as he shivered with fear and cowardice. He would have to trust his wife.

Fred kneeled for ten minutes before regaining the strength to rise to his feet. He stepped up to the window to watch. Sadly, it looked like Amber had lost much of the round she had previously won.

"I would take another blow job," growled Dick.

"I'm never doing that again," said Amber bravely staring him straight in the eyes.

"I thinks you was loving it in the end," said Dick winning the stare down as Amber looked away.

"Settle down," said Frank. "Amber doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to do. Amber gave Frank another grateful smile. "I just happen to have some index cards in my pocket."

"Why do you have index cards in your pocket?" she asked.

"Memory's going so it helps to write things down." Frank opened the cards and passed them over to Amber. "You can use them as vouchers instead of money."

"What do you mean? I have nothing of value left and I'm not blowing that asshole again." Amber leered at Dick as the big black man snorted, but smiled a gap-toothed grin.

"I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to do. I was thinking maybe a hand job."

"What's a hand job?"

"You'd jerk one of us off," said Frank.

"I can't do that!"

"It's not like it's cheating or anything. No big deal really. Look, I'm just giving you a chance to win your money back."

"So, I'd just use my hands to get one of you off?"

"We needs some rules," said Walker. "Like what's the money value of a hand job?

"How about fifty dollars?" asked Amber.

"I wouldn't pay that much," grunted Walker.

"Ten sounds better," said Frank and when Amber looked about to object he added, "take it or leave it."

"We can't let her use all the cards either. There's like fifty in the pack. If she writes hand job on each card, that's like three hundred dollars," said Walker.

"Five hundred, dumb ass. Alright then," said Frank. "We set a maximum of four cards then. One for each male. Deal."

"Deal," said the other three black men.

"Deal," said Amber reluctantly. She was short twenty dollars, so she wrote 'hand job' on two of the cards and put them in the pot. The black men seemed to eye the cards greedily, but when it was all over, Amber had won the pot. She slid the poker chips and the cards over in front of her. She thought about tearing the cards up now that she had some money, but Frank was already dealing.

"Gimme some better cards next time, Franksandbeans," said Amos folding from the start.

Amber had some decent cards. She looked at her chips. It was $10 to her. She surprised herself by taking a card and throwing it in the pot. None of the black men objected that she didn't use her money. The next bet was only five, so she added chips to the pot. The last bet was another ten and she tossed the second hand job card in. "Two pair, kings high," she said tossing her cards down.

"Three sevens," said Walker grabbing the pot. "Can we take a break? I want to cash one of these cards in."

Amber looked a little sick as she realized what she had done. For some reamister she hadn't planned on giving this fat old black man a hand job. Not that she wanted to give any of the others one either.

"How about I just pay you the value of the card?" she asked.

"How about getting some Vaseline on them hands to jerk my dick off?"

Amber blushed and resigned herself to her fate. She went into the downstairs bathroom and got a jar of Vaseline. Walker and the other black men had moved to the living room. She realized with disgust that Walker was shuffling funny like his dick was already hard, but then the other black men were moving like they had erections too.

"God damn, I'm looking forward to this," said Walker. He wiped his hand across his bald pate. The light reflected off his gold tooth as he smiled when Amber returned. Walker was wearing brown corduroy pants. He undid his belt and let them drop to the floor, kicking his pants off his legs and sliding his shoes off. He then removed his white boxer shorts, but kept his white socks and white tee shirt on.

"Fuck Walker," said Amos. "You wasn't kidding about having a thick one."

"Nope." Walker squeezed the head of his fully hard cock and winked at Amber.

Amber was frozen in disgust. She had thought Dick had an ugly prick, but Walker's was disgusting. Actually the penis was a pretty powerful looking tool, it was the rest of Walker that was disgusting to a young woman like Amber. The penis was thick, no it was very thick. It was as thick as a coke bottle and looked like a wrinkly piece of dark sausage. Walker was also uncircumcised and had the same ugly wrinkly black foreskin that Dick had. Every now and then, the swollen purple black cock head would emerge from the foreskin like it was gasping for air. Fluid appeared around the pee slit and increased in volume each time the head appeared. The entire penis was completely hard and had a slight upward curve. It was also covered in swollen blue-black veins large enough she could see them pulsing. What made it so disgusting was that the shaft disappeared into an upside down triangle of fat. The bottom slopes were formed by the black man's thick thighs. The top was composed of his prodigious beer gut. Walker sat down in her recliner and put the seat back. He pulled his tee shirt up over his big belly and spread his legs. The fat parted and she could see straight down to the root of his shaft as it disappeared into a big bush of white pubic hairs. She could also make out his huge testicles resting against the chair. They were an ugly wrinkly black like his foreskin and also covered in white pubic hair.

"When you're done admiring it, you can get started," said Walker.

Amber shook her head to break the trance. She scooped up a dollop of Vaseline and then thinking about how big the monster was, she scooped up some more. She stared at the big cock as she walked over to Walker. One of the blacks reached out and squeezed her bare ass, but she just pulled away not even knowing who did it. She knelt and reached out her gel coated hand towards the cock. It jerked at her touch. It was so thick, there was a two inch gap between her fingers as she wrapped her hand around it. She slid her hand up and down the nearly foot long cock, twisting it around to get the thing fully coated in Vaseline. She used her other hand to pull the foreskin back until the golf ball sized head fully emerged. She assumed circumcision wasn't as common back when these old men were born. Walker's cock could have been sleek and beautiful without the foreskin. She kept the foreskin pulled tight as she stroked the shaft faster. Walker groaned and threw his head back as she worked his cock.

"I'll give you $40 for that other card," said Amos. He was awed watching the sexy young white girl stroking Walker's fat cock.

"No fucking way," groaned Walker. "I'm cashing my other one in tomorrow. This white whore knows how to milk a cock."

"I'm not a whore," said Amber angrily and she tried to squeeze his cock hard enough to hurt him, but it was like she was squeezing a steel rod.

"You're jerking me off for money. That makes you a whore."

"Asshole!" Amber's strokes grew faster with her anger.

"Walker, you be respectful of the young lady," said Frank.

Amber smiled gratefully at the kindly old man. When she looked back at Walker's cock, the head looked even more swollen and darker then it had before. She leaned closer to examine it, but pulled back when she caught a whiff of his smell. Fat men sweated a lot and his crotch area gave off a pungent smell of body odor. The pee slit slowly opened and his first wad caught her in the face almost before she could blink. Another wad splattered above her nipples. She knew those balls would be producing a lot of semen and she didn't want to be covered in the stuff. Amber did the first thing that came to her mind. She leaned down and placed the tip of his cock against her lips just in time to take the third wad in her mouth. Walker bucked his hips and slid about half his cock head in her mouth. She swallowed it down as her mouth filled once again still amazed at how hot it was. Black man's semen tasted different from her husband's. Maybe it was just that the volume was so much greater, but it still tasted richer then Fred's sperm. He now reeked of sweat and semen, but she kept her lips clamped and swallowed several more loads of cum as her hand stroked his cock dry. When he finished, Amber fell back on her ass gasping for breath.

"Breaks over," called Frank rising from his chair and heading back to the kitchen. Amos and Dick rose to follow him.

Walker sat up and stood, pulling the shirt down over his belly. He grabbed a nearby magazine and fanned his sweat covered face. "To hot now to get dressed." The pants-less man shuffled over towards the kitchen. His dick was every bit as hard now as it had been when he started.

Outside, a horrified Frank watched his wife wipe off her Vaseline covered hands on her thighs and stand. She turned towards the bathroom. He banged on the window to get her attention. Maybe, she could run to his car to escape these men, but she never heard him knocking over the rain and he didn't want to hit any louder for fear that Dick or Amos would hear him. Amber cleaned the sperm off her face in the bathroom and returned to the kitchen. She was still nude and didn't look the least bit embarrassed any more. Fred crept back towards the kitchen window.

Amber won a nice hand and lost two before she resorted to using the cards again. Her old black neighbors had graciously allowed her to reuse the card Walker had cashed in. Now Frank held a hand job card and Walker still had his. The other two cards were in the pot. "I'm still short $5," she said.

"Write blow job on a card," growled Dick Long as he apparently had a good hand.

"I told you I'm not doing that again."

"You practically sucked Walker back there and you already blew me. Why not? It ain't cheating."

Amber thought about it. She had a good hand, but it was a typical Frank Beane dealt hand that seemed great, but never paid off. "No," she whispered while thinking, 'I'm not that desperate, yet."

"Why not a titty fuck?" Frank snapped his fingers like he thought it was a brilliant idea. "That should be worth fifteen. It's no worse then a hand job either."

"Deal," said Amber. She knew what a titty fuck was. Fred had nearly demanded one from her early in their relationship. Men were obsessed with breasts sometimes and apparently her large ones were perfect for sliding a penis between. She smiled as she pictured Fred kneeling on her chest. His penis had been completely enveloped by her breasts. She remembered his little head peeking out and squirting semen on her chest. At that time, she hadn't liked the taste of semen and she had worried it might squirt in her mouth, but the little squirt didn't have enough power behind it. It didn't even reach her neck.

"Deal," said the other black men.

Amber wrote titty fuck on one of the card and threw it in the pot taking ten dollars back only to have Amos raise the stakes and she had to write out a second card. They showed their hands and a grinning Dick pulled his winnings towards him. Amber rose expecting Dick was going to cash in. Embarrassed that he wasn't standing up either, she played it off by going to cooler for another beer. The cold air from the fridge made her nipples stand out even more. They were so swollen now, they ached.

Amber had to put her remaining money into the next hand as well as two more titty fuck cards and thankfully she won. She used the cards to save money and won another hand, but lost a card to Walker.

Eventually, another good hand turned up and she saw her money and the last titty fuck card disappear in the pot. "Not enough," she cried, wondering if her luck was ever going to turn.

"How about an oral sex card?" asked Frank who was the only one who hadn't folded against her hand and who had also dealt her another good hand.

"I don't want to go down on one of you again."

"You misunderstand. We would go down on you."

"No way," Amber said crinkling up her face. "I don't even let Fred do that."

"Not interested. No deal," said Walker. "I'd rather have her write up some more hand job or titty fuck cards."

"No," said Frank. "We established a four card only rule."

"I don't like it either," added Dick. "I say make it a blow job or she's out."

"My friends don't understand the joys of going down on a woman. If you wish to stay in Amber, I'll make you a deal. Since the cavemen here aren't interested, I'll trade you $80 for four oral sex cards."

"I think it sounds disgusting too, but alright, deal." Amber wrote out 4 cards and traded them for the money. This was a good stake and she stood a chance of winning some back. She put what she owed in the pot and was delighted when she won, though Frank never showed his cards as he threw them down.

"Lets break," said Dick standing. "This fucking hard on is *******ing me. "I'm cashing in a card."

Amber followed the shirtless Dick into her living room. He turned around and stared at her as he began pulling his jeans off. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. The black man's enormous cock was sticking straight up through the waistband of his briefs. He quickly pulled the briefs down and the heavy cock fell forwards. Dick's thirteen inch black log angled down slightly, a victim of it's immense size. "How do we do this?' she asked.

"Get on the floor and lay on your back." Dick grabbed the Vaseline from where she had left it earlier and began coating his cock. Once it glistened in the lamplight, he was satisfied it had enough lubrication. He stepped over the prone white wife and keeled down over her belly. Amber's D-cups tended to fall to the sides when she was flat on her back. Dick hefted them and squeezed them together around his cock. A spasm of arousal shot down to her pussy as his black hands squeezed her breasts. Amber was immediately struck by the difference between Dick and when Fred had done this to her. Where her breasts had completely engulfed Fred's little penis, Dick's looked like a big black sausage stuffed between two white buns. He began sliding his cock through her breasts. There was also the difference between Fred's thin build and Dick's weightlifter physique. This black man too stunk of sweat, but it was a more manly stink like one you get from a good workout as opposed to Walker's unwashed stench. She arched her head to watch his thrusts. The foreskin would catch in her breasts and with every thrust the big plum sized purple head would stretch forth shooting little spurts of precum. Dick adjusted his legs and his cock began beating against her chin. Amber turned her head sideways to avoid the beating until his cock was now sliding over her cheek.

"I'm cashing in a card too," said Frank strolling past her.

Amber felt her legs being pulled apart and blushed as she imagined Frank and maybe the others staring up into something only her gynecologist had seen before. The skinny eighty year old black man wormed his way between her legs. She struggled a little when she felt Frank's hot breath against her pussy., but Dick's weight held her still. She winced in disgust as one black man's cock head left a slimy trail across her cheek and another black man old enough to be her great grandman prepared to lick her pussy. When it came, Amber's pussy spasmed at the shock and she gasped.

"Feels good don't it?" asked Frank, blowing on her clit. He chuckled then licked her large engorged clit, flickering his tongue back and forth over it.

Amber's face was frozen in a state of shock. She had no idea that this would feel so good or she would have made Fred do it years ago. Frank's tongue felt amazingly prehensile as it teased her labia and licked up and down her slit. Amber's hips started raising into his tongue of their own volition as he thrust it deep inside her pussy. The old black man's tongue felt nearly as large her husband's penis did when he was inside her. Her arousal grew when Frank replaced his tongue with two fingers and used his tongue to tease her clit again while pumping his fingers in and out of her. "Ah ah," moaned Amber continuing to whimper. "Oh god, I'm going to cum. I can't stand it. I'm cumming!" Amber raised her hips as fast as she could with Dick's weight on her. Her pussy clamped down around Frank's fingers and coated them with fluid. Amber hadn't orgasmed much in her life and this had been her biggest. Frank never stopped. He continued fingering and licking her and she could feel the pressure to cum building again.

Amber didn't know how to repay Frank for the wonderful feelings between her legs. She wanted to kiss him thank you, but she was trapped on the floor. She instead showed her gratitude to the closest thing male that she could find. Amber angled her head around so that Dick's thrusting cock slid up over her face and lips. She held her tongue out and was rewarded with a groan from the black man as she licked the underside of Dick's cock. He paused and pulled back so that she could kiss and lick around the big purple cock head. It was swollen and engorged. He was close to shooting his load and couldn't hold it for long. He began thrusting again and she continued licking his cock wishing the Vaseline wasn't coating his manly taste. Frank had another trick up his sleeve. Amber now had her legs splayed open and it was easy for him to bring his other hand around and push one finger against her ass. Amber gasped with surprise, but couldn't control her body as the finger teased her tight rosebud. Meanwhile, Dick had taken advantage of her gasp to push his cock head between her lips. One of the other black men helped Amber by pushing a small pillow from her couch under her head. Dick's cock head was now pushing into her mouth with each thrust and she licked it each time it entered her. Finally, when she thought she couldn't stand being teased anymore, Frank pushed his finger past her anus and deep into her ass. As disgusting as she would have thought that sounded fifteen minutes ago her body exploded with an even bigger orgasm then the first one just as Dick's cock exploded in her mouth. Amber wanted to scream in pleasure, but almost fetishd on the voluminous load of semen shooting from Dick's cock. He continued thrusting, each time he pulled back, semen would splatter across her face until it once again entered her mouth and she could gulp that load down. Dick quit thrusting and paused with his cock against her lips jerking the remaining sperm from his shaft.

Amber stretched and groaned with pleasure as Dick climbed off of her. He looked like a giant standing over her and just like Walker's, his cock remained rock hard and fully erect after cumming. Dick stepped over her and she could see Frank grinning at her. The entire lower half of his face was coated with her juices. He winked at her and turned to enter her bathroom to wash his hands and face. Amber climbed to her feet when he was done and entered the bathroom to clean all the sperm Dick had blasted across her face. It was nearly 3:00am when she returned to the kitchen. The black men were sitting around cutting the cards. Like Walker, Dick hadn't put his pants back on. She could see both their cocks sticking up erect under the table. Amber looked at her cards as Amos dealt.

Several hands later, Amber had a decent stack of chips and a good hand. She decided to save her money. The hand was down to her and Amos. She threw a $10 hand job card in the pot and a $15 titty fuck card, but still owed $25. Amber took another blank card out and wrote $25 blow job on it. The black men watched with interest. "I thought you weren't going to do that again?" asked Amos.

Amber shrugged. "Oral sex isn't as disgusting as I once thought. Besides, I've already tasted two of you tonight and the only difference between it and a hand job is using my mouth instead of my hands. It's not like it's cheating. Would you rather have the money?" Amber made to slide the card back towards her.

Amos grabbed it and slid the card back into the pot. "Keep it in," he told her. He laid his cards down to show his hand.

"Damn, I can't catch a break tonight," she said.

"Sorry," said Amos. "Maybe next hand, but right now, I'd like to cash this card in. My cock fucking needs some release too. Amber stood up from the table, but instead of getting up, Amos just pushed his chair back and spread his legs while he unbuttoned his pants.

Amber kneeled on the cold tile floor of her kitchen and waited. Amos slid his pants down under his ass. She could see the big tent in his underwear. "It looks uncomfortable," she said.

"Damn right, it's fucking uncomfortable. Well get to it."

He obviously wanted her to take it out. Amber leaned forward and reached for his underwear. She paused and crinkled her nose. His underwear was covered in old yellowish urine stains. She reached out for just the waistband, pulling it out and down. Amos' huge black cock shot up past his belly button. Amber forgot about the dirty underwear and grabbed it tight to pull it down around Amos' ankles. His near foot long cock was perfectly straight and stuck out from a batch of gray pubic hair. It was dark brown and the wrinkled foreskin was taut around his cock head with about half the head sticking out. It had a long urethra and she pictured the long pee slit opening to spit his seed in her face from last week. Amos removed his shirt as she grasped his penis and began stroking his shaft. At one time, Amos had probably been nearly as big and muscular as Dick Long, but age had caused his muscles to tighten up and shrink. He was still incredibly fit for a man in his seventies.

Amber pulled the foreskin all the way down as she leaned forward and completely engulfed the knobby cock head in her mouth. Amber ran her tongue all the way around the head and was rewarded by a groan from Amos. His groan encouraged her and she bobbed her head with increasing frequency.

"Suck that black cock, bitch."

Amber furrowed her brows as she continued bobbing her head. Whoever had said that sounded like Frank, though it didn't seem like something the kindly old black man would say. The head was in her throat now and she had swallowed nearly half the foot long shaft. Amos' crotch stank too, but it was the manly smell like Dick's and she didn't mind it.

"Integrate her mouth with that black cock."

'Damn, these men could be crude,' though Amber. She could manage nearly three quarters of his cock now, but her throat was feeling stretched and hurting. She settled for sucking half his shaft while stroking the remaining half.

"How's it feel to be takeing from a blacks only water fountain, slut?"

Amber actually paused and looked up. It still sounded like Frank, but he was sipping from a beer. He didn't even seem that interested in the show. When he put down the beer, he picked up the deck of cards and idly started shuffling them. Walker and Dick were staring intently at her blowing Amos. "Please stop it with the name calling," she said before returning to Amos' cock.

Fuck," groaned Amos. "She's good at this." He grabbed her head and began guiding it up and down his shaft.

That comment didn't bother Amber. It made her feel proud. She redoured her efforts, moving even faster then Amos was guiding her. Amber was swallowing more than she had last week. He released her head and let her set her own faster pace. His cock swelled and spat. A stream of sperm slid down her throat. She pulled back to taste him and felt her mouth fill before she gulped it down. After several more gulps, she stroked his cock several more times to get any remaining sperm out of it. She kept stroking after the last drop had been squeezed out just to make sure. She pulled back and gasped for breath. She licked her lips and was pleased to find that she hadn't spilt a drop. Amber had now tasted four men and she felt she could detect the difference blindfolded. All of them had tasted good. Fred's had been just a tease, a little tea spoon and not as rich. Walker's had been rich and tangy and she even felt she could taste some beer or whiskey. Dick's semen was the best. It was rich and full. Where Fred's semen was like liquid, Dick's was more solid like pudding. Amos was close to Dick's. It tasted great and there was a lot of it, but it also seemed a little stale, possibly do to Amos' age.

Amber returned to her seat and took a swig of beer. Frank was now the only one fully clothed. The rest were naked, though Walker still had a tee shirt on to cover his fat belly. Walker's cock was jutting out and Amber reached over to squeeze the head and give it a friendly little stroke. Amber no longer found their uncut cocks ugly. They were amazing in their own way. She pulled back a little shocked by her actions. Walker chuckled and winked at her. Amber bent her head and was surprised to see that the three cocks under the table were still quite hard. "What, did you guys all pop some Viagra or something?"

The four black men laughed. "Let's play cards," said Frank.

Amber had a good hand then two bad hands and another good one. She used up her remaining hand job card and two titty fucks. Frank wouldn't take her oral sex card back since he still had three and none of the other men seemed interested in it. Amos won two more blow jobs from her, then Frank got one, and Dick got the last one. "Anyone want to…" Amber shut up. She had been about to ask if one of them wanted to cash in a card and there was an eagerness in her voice. 'My god, what's happening to me,' she thought. She had fifty dollars in front of her. That means she had lost one hundred. Amber did the math on the cards. Four hand jobs was forty, plus sixty for the titty fuck cards made it another hundred. She was out three hundred dollars total when you added in the blow job cards and even more if you counted selling the oral sex cards to Frank. So much for a friendly fifty dollar game. What was left for her to sell?"

"What's it to ya?" asked Walker.

"What?" Amber focused back on the game, the pot had been raised above her stakes again. "I don't have enough."

"Duh! What's it to ya," said Walker. "You owe a hundred, but only have fifty."

"I'm willing to fuck you if you write that on a card," said Dick.

"How generous," said Amber sarcastically though she was filled with shame when her pussy twitched. "No sex. I can't commit adultery on Fred."

"How about letting us fuck your ass then?" Dick stood and got another beer from the fridge.

Amber stared at him in horror. "Those things would rip my ass in two." She was surprised to see that the clock on the wall near Dick said it was nearly five in the morning.

"Nah," said Amos. "We'd be gentle. It does take some getting used to, but you'd learn to love it."

"How's $35 sound?" asked Frank.

"No way," she replied. "Maybe $50."

"Deal," said Frank.

"Deal," repeated Amos, Walker, and Dick together.

Amber thought about having Dick's monster shoved into her ass and she shivered. Then she thought about Walker's thick shaft and she shuddered in fear. Frank's finger had been the only thing ever shoved in her ass. It had been disgusting, but it had triggered a huge orgasm. "Deal," she replied reluctantly. This was her last hope. She vowed that this game would go no further. Amber surprised herself again. She wrote anal sex on two cards and threw them in the pot, allowing herself to keep the cash she had. It was a foolish decision. She should have waited to see if she could handle one ass fuck before putting two on the table. Pain might actually trump her gambling addiction.

Amos won the hand. "My lucky night," he laughed pulling the chips and cards towards him. Amber just slumped over in her chair. Amos waved six cards at the group. He held a hand job, and titty fuck, two blow jobs, and now two anal sex cards. "I'm cashing in."

Amber looked down at the card Amos threw in front of her. It was an anal! Amos stood and held his hand out to her. She looked at his straight foot long cock sticking out from his white haired pubes and she shuddered again. She had just given the old fellow a blow job and he was ready to stick his cock in her ass. Amber reached up and took his hand. He led her to their living room and the other blacks followed. Amos had her brace her legs as she leaned over the edge of the couch. He had her reach around behind her and spread her ass cheeks apart. The old black man retrieved the Vaseline and whistled happily as he lubricated his shaft.

The old men were gathered behind her and Amber winced at the image she must be presenting to them. Her tight puckered sphincter was on display for them as was her clearly aroused slit. Even as she thought about it, one of them reached out and gave her clit a little squeeze that sent a spasm of desire up her back. She was about to object when she felt Amos move into position. He powerd her to spread her legs apart and for a moment his shaft slid between her thighs and pressed against her labia. "Move them hands back to spread them cheeks," he growled at her. Amber adjusted herself and moaned as she felt Amos' cock move a little. The head came back and slid along her pussy lips, pressing against the entrance to her vagina. She was so acutely aware of it's presence, that she felt her own pussy stretch out over the tip of Amos' cock and leak fluid on it. For a brief moment, she thought Amos was about to shove it inside her, but instead he pulled back and the head now slid upwards over her ass cheeks. Amber's breasts mashed into the back of her couch as her hands pulled her ass cheeks apart.

Amos had left a big dollop of Vaseline on his finger and he spread the gel around her anus. He moved his big finger in a circular motion, counter clockwise, the tip of his finger moving deeper with each circular movement. "Aaagh," cried Amber as the large finger pushed through her rosebud. Amos's hands were meaty and thick, so that his finger was larger then Frank's more elongated fingers. He still moved his finger around as he pushed it deeper. "Just preparing you for the real thing," he said when Amber groaned again. Amos' finger was probably as big as her husband's penis and she felt a brief twinge of guilt at what she was doing. She felt the knuckle move past her anus and his finger couldn't go any further. Her own knuckles turned white as the gripped her ass cheeks. Amos slid his finger in and out, moving it faster and much to her surprise, Amber found herself pushing her ass back into his thrusting finger. Amos seemed to take that as a cue and he pulled his finger out. Finally, she felt his cock head press down upon her sphincter and push against it. "Oooww," she grunted as it pushed into her. It wasn't as bad as she would have thought and then she felt his shaft slide along her pussy slit again. It was only Amos' thumb in her ass. The thumb was wider then his finger, but it couldn't push as deep. She became accustomed to the thickness quicker then she would have suspected. Amos continued sliding his shaft along her lips and Amber could feel her pussy practically dripping lubrication on it. She was borderline mad with horniness at this point. She half wished Amos would forget about her ass and just shove that big black cock deep into her pussy. She couldn't let that happen though, but maybe she could convince Frank to go down on her again before they left.

Amos pulled his thumb out and this time pushed two fingers in. "Oh cuckolds brownie!" cried Amber. "It's ripping my ass." Her ass, however, did stretch wider for the larger invader. Much to Amber's surprise, the pain only lasted momentarily and actually felt mildly pleasant. Amos began jack hammering her anus with his two fingers and his thumb slid down to her pussy, pressing inside it and running around in little circular motions. Amber found her hips bucking into his thrusting fingers and thumb. "Oh god! Oh god, I'm ready now. Do it! Hurry. Please! Shove that black cock in my ass." Amber's face flushed with shame and she was thankful the black men were standing behind her. She had just begged for him to ass fuck her!

Amos pulled his fingers out and this time there was no doubt about what it was pressing against her anus. "Aargh! No! No! Wait! It's too big," she cried as the big head pushed past her sphincter. Amber gripped her ass cheeks tighter, trying to spread them wider, but knowing that it wouldn't help the pain. Thankfully, Amos waited with just the cock head in her ass until she grew used to it. It seemed like several minutes, but Amber eventually said, "I'm alright now. Go on." Amos shoved and his steel hard shaft seemed to bend a little before sliding in deeper. "Ow!," groaned Amber again as the thick part of the shaft pushed past her anus. She was thankful for the Vaseline as Amos began shoving his cock back and forth in her ass. Amber grunted with each forward thrust as the head seemed to reach new depths every time. Her breasts were hurting smashed against the sofa. Amber released her ass cheeks and brought her hands up to grip the sofa back. She pushed herself up and once again, to her surprise, she found herself pushing back into Amos' thrusts, her teeth gritted as she fucked him back.

"Bitch likes it," said Dick.

"She's taken nearly nine inches," said Walker in disbelief.

"Harder," ordered Amber. Something had snapped in her. She liked their cocks. She liked sucking their big black cocks. She liked swallowing their semen. She wanted Amos to fuck her ass. "Shove that black cock up my white ass. Fuck my ass, Amos. Give it to me good."

"You gots it, slut," growled Amos who began fucking her ass as fast as he would have fucked her pussy.

"Angle isn't right," he said after a few minutes. Amos gripped her hips and kept his cock deep in her ass as he pulled her back off the couch. He turned them away from the couch and lowered both their bodies to their knees. Then he pushed Amber's back until she fell down on all fours. "You want this black cock?" he asked thrusting his hips.

"Yes, fuck my ass," she begged.

"You like having this black cock shoved up your asshole?"

"I love it. Fuck my ass with your black cock, Amos."

"Think how a big black cock would feel stuffed in that tight white pussy of yours," he said as he started fucking her ass again.

"Yes…would feel good… can't do that," she moaned, but the image of having one of their big cocks fucking her pussy filled her head and surprisingly her vision. She realized Dick Long had kneeled in front of her and was lining his huge cock up with her mouth.

"I'm cashing in," he said as he pushed his big cock head past her lips.

Never in Amber's wildest dreams had she ever imagined this would be happening to her. She had never even fantasized about multiple partners, let alone two old black men shoving their dicks down her throat and ass. More surprising to her was the fact that it didn't bother her at all. She liked having two cocks in her at once. The only problem was that she wanted to cry out with pleasure at having her ass fucked, but it was hard to do while sucking Dick's massive cock. Nor could she do a good job sucking it, but Dick seemed content to keep the head in her mouth while he stroked the rest of his shaft. Amber grunted around Dick's cock as she felt Amos's cock swell in her ass. The huge head seemed to grow so big it jammed in her ass. Amos pushed it as deep as it would go and suddenly her bowels felt hot and wet as they filled with his semen. Amos' cock continued pumping her ass for of sperm and Amber could actually feel it shrink and recede a little, though it remained quite hard and he kept it in her ass.

Amber turned her full attention on the cock in her mouth. She sucked and bobbed her head as fast as she could. Dick helped her by grabbing her hair and helping to move her head along. He bucked his hips too fucking her mouth with his shaft. They kept this up for at least fifteen minutes before his thrust grew more erratic and the black man groaned as his cock swelled up. His load still caught her off guard and sperm trickled out of her mouth. Amber swallowed as fast as she could adding yet another load of hot semen to the ones already filling her belly.

Dick didn't pull out until the last drop of sperm had shot from his cock. When he did remove it, an exhausted Amber fell forward and Amos's cock plopped up out of her ass. His semen followed his cock up and out, flowing up and spilling out of her butt hole. His seed trickled down to coat her engorged labia and covering her clit until it dripped down into her carpet. Amber stayed on the floor regaining her strength. Dick and Amos both cleaned up in the bathroom. When they were done, she finally pushed herself to her feet and went to clean herself up. The four old black men grinned at her when she finally returned and rejoined them at the table. Walker dealt the cards.

Amber had fifty in chips as well as a blow job card to sell back and three anal. The cards were worth $160. She was shaking with lust to win this game and some of her money back. She should quit now and try to get by on the fifty, but she also knew she couldn't. She played a few hands, mostly using the cards to save her chips. She cringed when Walker won an anal off her. She couldn't imagine what his thick monster would feel like. She won some more chips, then lost the blow job card to Frank, giving him two. The poor old black man hadn't gotten off yet and she hoped he would cash it out, but he just pulled it into his pile of chips. Amber squirmed in her seat. She'd thought she'd gotten it all, but her ass continued to leak semen and she found herself sitting in a little pool of it.

Amber winced when she looked at her cards. Frank had dealt her yet another great hand. It was too good to fold on. She held three jacks in a game of five card draw. The pot was growing big again as nobody had folded. At the rate they were going, she would be out of money yet again. She threw an anal into the pot and then another anal as the old black men continued to raise. She turned in two cards, but the new ones didn't help her any. Finally, as she knew it would, someone raised over her limit. "Fuck," she cursed, picking up some of their vocabulary.

"Looks like you're finally out," said Frank. "Sorry, we tried to do you a favor and everything. Unless…"

"Unless, I let one of you fuck me."

"Yep," agreed Frank, "and I know you don't want that. Unless you think you got a really good hand."

"I have a great hand, but I can't let it go that far. I already feel like a slut for doing what I did with you guys."

"Then you mights as well go put yo clothes back on," growled Dick. "The we can finish our game."

"I'll let you borrow some food to get by this weekend." Frank winked as he once again patted her hand.

"Times up." Dick impatiently banged his fist on the table. "If you're done, don't bother dressing, I'm gonna use another titty fuck card when we is done here."

"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck me that white ass too," said Walker happily.

"I can't fold," cried Amber putting her head in her hands and sobbing. She had the shakes bad, her addiction was upon her. She had to see their cards.

"You know," said Frank with his hand on his chin as if deep in thought. "If we didn't cum inside you it wouldn't be cheating. It wouldn't be much different then sticking our dicks in your ass or mouth."

"I don't know," said Amber, raising her head up to look at the men.

"I bet you is dying to know what a man sized cock feels like shoved up yo pussy." Dick was grinning as he spoke. His missing teeth made him look evil as he said it.

Amber ignored him and looked at Frank. "What would it be worth, a hundred?"

"I fucked you ass for only fifty." Amos was shaking his head.

"Seventy five then," said Frank staring at Amber until she nodded yes.

"And you won't cum in me?" she asked.

"Deal," said Frank. The three other black men agreed on the amount.

Amber's hands were shaking as she took up a pen and index card. She wrote, "The bearer of this card can fuck me, but must pull out before he cums. Seventy-five dollar value."

"You worried about getting pregnant?" asked Walker.

"No, I'm on the pill. I just don't want to betray my husband or our marriage vows. What do I owe?"

"Twenty-five to the pot," said Frank.

The four old black men leaned forward with anticipation as Amber pushed her card into the pot and counted out fifty in chips for her change. "Call," said Amber. She laid down her three jacks. Walker threw his cards down face up. Amber frowned to see that he only had a ten high. Why did he keep raising with only a ten high? Amos saw her frowning and threw his cards down face down.

"Three queens," said Dick. "Lets go fuck now, bitch." The dark black muscular black man stood up from the table. Amber shivered at how menacing his ugly black cock looked. The thing was as rampant as ever and seemed to be dripping precum in anticipation.

"Not so fast," said old man Frank. "Full house, sixes over twos."

"What the fuck!" Dick looked furious and Amber cringed in fear for the old black man. "I was supposed to win that hand."

"You win some and you lose some," said Frank standing up from the table. "I'd like to cash in my card now, Mrs. Gertz." Frank followed the nude woman back into the living room.

Amber sat on the carpeted floor and watched Frank undress. Here was a black man old enough to be her great grandman stripping so he could fuck her and she found herself a little eager. He unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as old arthritic hands could move. His chest was as long and skinny as the rest of him. His ribs were visible, but his belly bulged out a little. Wispy patches of gray hair covered his chest. "You sure you want to do this?" she asked.

"There's nothing I want more," he replied, pulling his belt out of their loops.

"But what about your wife?"

"Her pussy's been dried up for years."

Amber wrinkled her nose. Frank could be as crude as the rest of the old black men. "I'm glad it's you," she said. Frank had been the nicest of the bunch.

Frank smirked at her. He didn't look excited or eager. He looked angry as he stepped out of his pants. "I'm glad it's me too." Frank pulled his underwear down and his cock flopped out.

Amber gasped at the sight of it. His cock really wasn't any bigger then Amos', but it looked huge sticking out of Frank's skinny body. The word that came to mind to describe it, was 'old.' Frank's cock looked old. His cock was blacker then his skin and his foreskin was the blackest of all. It appeared more wrinkled like a prune then the other's foreskins. His shaft sprung forth from a large patch of pure white pubic hair that covered his crotch and balls. Frank pulled the foreskin back and the big cock head looked as wrinkled as the foreskin. It wasn't hard like the other black men, though it was erect. It looked kind of sad, like the poor thing was straining to fully harden. "Let me see what I can do," she said. Amber took his cock in her mouth and sucked on the tip. It did grow a little, but it still remained floppy. Amber took his cock as deep as it would go down her throat. She looked up at him to see if he was enjoying it, but he still looked angry.

"Enough," growled Frank. "Get on your back and spread them legs."

Frank kneeled between Amber's legs. She spread them wide, no longer embarrassed showing off her insides to these men. Frank placed his cock head against the entrance to her pussy and pushed. His shaft bent and the head was too big to easily slide inside her. The old man squeezed the base to make it as harder and tried again, but the shaft still bent.

"We could try again some other time," said Amber. She tried to look understanding and smiled at the old man.

"Fuck that, slut," he growled back. "I've been waiting my whole like to turn out some white pussy for the black man." Frank grabbed the base of his cock and smacked it across her labia. "White whore," he moaned smacking it down hard again.

"Frank!"

"Shut up, bitch." Frank smacked his cock down again and again. "I'm going to ruin that white pussy." SMACK "You'll be begging for black cock when I'm done with ya." SMACK "Fuckin' slut for black cock." SMACK

"Oh god, Frank," she moaned. Having her privates whipped by his cock stung a little, but her pussy was responding to it. Her genitals spasmed with each smack. She raised her hips up each time he brought his cock down. Each time he smacked her, his cock hardened a little. He grinned in triumph as the old prick turned as stiff as the younger men's cocks.

"Time to integrate that white pussy." Frank pushed his cock down again and pressed the fat head against her pussy. This time her lips opened around it and the head slipped inside. Both the skinny old black man and the young white woman moaned as his cock entered her.

"Oh Frank, it's so big," she cried as he pushed it in deeper. "God, I'm so full."

"Feel good, slut?"

"It's filling me so much. I love it."

"That's a black cock stuffing that tight pussy of yours."

"I love it. I love your black cock. Fuck me Frank. Fuck me with your big black cock." Amber grabbed his hips and pulled him deeper. "Ow, fuck! Your in my womb."

Frank watched his entire shaft disappear inside the young white woman. His old gray pubes tickled her shaved crotch. He held it buried for a few minutes, savoring her youth, her heat, and wetness. He held her knees in his arms and began fucking her hard. He could have stared at the beautiful young white woman forever, but for some reamister he closed eyes. Years of discrimination flashed through his mind. He was a sailor again, enlisting to fight the Koreans, but finding himself peeling potatoes for four years. He was sitting at the back of the bus with the other blacks, takeing from a blacks only fountain. He was cleaning restrooms hoping the white man might toss a dime in his tin after they washed their hands. He was paid five dollars a week to do a magic act that his family wasn't allowed to watch because the nightclub was whites only. He befriended Sammy Davis Jr., the most talented of the bunch, but even he wasn't accepted until Sinatra pushed for him. Little things filled his memories. Taxis wouldn't stop for him. He couldn't shop without being followed by suspicious clerks. At church, Pastor Jeb Wright preached on and on about how the white Roman had oppressed Jesus, a man of color. All Frank's anger and frustration was poured into the hard fucking he was no giving Amber Gertz.

When Frank snapped out of his daze, he opened his eyes and looked once more at Amber. Her head was thrown back and her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her eyes were rolled up in her head. He looked down her body at his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. He hadn't seen himself move that fast in twenty years. With each thrust, her juice squirted out to soak their crotches. Her pussy was gripping and blowing up around his cock. She was cumming like crazy. With one final thrust he pushed his cock forward and watched her wince as he emptied his balls in her womb. She didn't seem to object. Instead, she gripped his hips and tried to pull him in deeper as he pussy continued to cum with each jerk of his cock.

Frank felt his cock soften again. This time it shrunk back to normal. Even the Viagra couldn't keep his old cock plump for long. He fell back and his shaft plopped out of her pussy releasing a torrent of semen. His balls didn't produce as much as they used to, but it was still a lot more then hubby could have put in her. Frank gasped for breath and for a minute he felt he might be having a heart attack. He fell to the carpet until he could gain his strength back.

"You ok, Frank?" asked Walker.

"Fine," the old man gasped.

"That was amazing," moaned Amber stretching on the floor. She squeezed her breasts and moaned again. The black men stared at her awed by her beauty. Amber stood and stretched again. She looked different. Her hair was mussed. They all sensed the change. The young white wife no longer looked innocent. She looked wanton and she had never looked sexier. "I'm going to clean up. See you guys at the table.

"It's light out," stated Amber returning to the table, the morning sun shining through the curtains. Frank had just finished dressing himself. He moved slower and actually appeared older, but then the long night was probably catching up on him. Amber and the other men remained nude.

Amos dealt a hand. Amber wrote, 'the bearer of this card can fuck me," and the value on an index card. This time she left out the part about not cumming inside her. Walker won the hand and the card. The thought of the fat ugly black man fucking her didn't turn her off. Her pussy muscle tightened as she wondered what his thick cock might feel like. She won a few hands and even won a nice sized pot off Frank, but the old man seemed exhausted like he was no longer concentrating. She lost another Fuck card to Walker and finally the last two cards to Dick. Amber had maybe forty in chips left. "Lets call it a night," she said, hoping to get by on the little money she had left. The truth was, she had swallowed so much sperm that night, she felt she could go without groceries all weekend.

"I'm cashing in a card," said Dick standing and throwing down a fuck card at her. "But first I gotta go drain this monster. Hard to piss when it's this stiff. Be ready when I get back."

Walker watched him leave. "Come on Amber, I'm cashing in too." The fat black man pulled the white woman back into her living room. He sat down on the couch and spun her around. He pulled Amber back into his lap and his cock slipped inside her.

"Oh that's good," groaned Amber. "I love that thick black cock of yours, Walker."

Walker pulled her until her back arched over his fat gut. He turned her head to kiss him while his beefy black hands reached around to paw at her breasts.

"What the fuck?" growled an angry Dick Long as he came out of the bathroom.

Walker quit kissing Amber. "Ya snooze ya lose," cackled the fat old man.

"You piss and you miss," corrected Amos, laughing.

Frank and Walker laughed too, but Dick still looked pissed. "Well get my cock ready for you," grunted Dick. He stepped up and Amber bent forward to take him in her mouth.

Amber tried to give Dick a good blow job, but she couldn't concentrate with Walker's fat cock sliding in and out of her pussy as she bounced in his lap. She licked around Dick's cock head as she bounced as fast as she could. She could feel Walker's cock hardening, swelling as he prepared to cum. She timed it just right and slammed her pussy down hard on his cock just as he exploded in her womb. Amber ground her pussy into Walker's crotch as she had another large orgasm as his cock spurted inside her.

When Amber was certain, Walker had quit squirting cum, she climbed off his lap. "How do you want me?" she asked Dick.

"Cleaned up," he replied pointing at the bathroom.

Amber nodded and returned to her bathroom. She figured that before this day was over, she would have used up an entire roll of toilet paper cleaning sperm off her body. When she returned to her living room, Dick was lying on his back and holding his cock straight up. She smiled. This was one of her favorite positions.

Amber straddled Dick's waist and lowered herself down on his cock. The eyes rolled up in her head again as she slowly worked the length of Dick's shaft inside her. They didn't call him long dick for nothing. "Your cock feels so good in my pussy," she groaned as his cock completely buried itself. "This is the best cock ever." Amber purred as she ground her pussy around his shaft. She ran her hands over Dick's hard muscular chest while he reached up to squeeze and tease her nipples. "Fuck me, Dick. Fuck me with that big black cock," she moaned bouncing in his lap. Dick's cock was the best ever and Amber came several more times as she rode him. She felt him playing with her asshole, but then realized that his hands had never left her breasts. She glanced behind her to see Amos lining up his big cock to fuck her ass again. Her eyes widened with shock as he pushed it inside her. Her ass opened easily for him this time and the pain was only fleeting. Dick held her still and began bucking his hips up to fuck her while Amos alternated thrusts with him. Sometimes they would slip up and thrust together, their cocks fighting for space in her pussy and ass. She came once and it was like a damn had burst. The double penetration had her pussy cumming again and again. Amber's mouth was open in a perpetual moan until someone took advantage of it and thrust his cock in it.

Amber looked up Frank's body. He had pulled his cock out of his pants and shoved it in her mouth. It had grown again into it's floppy state, but she could still tighten her lips around it and suck. Amber now had a black cock buried in every orifice and she loved it. Dick thrust up hard until hot seed filled her pussy. His balls produced more sperm then any of them and the resulting orgasm lasted longer. Amos had quit thrusting, but had kept his cock in her ass.

"Let me out," growled Dick. "Frank's balls are in my face."

Amos pulled his cock out of her ass and Frank stepped away as Dick pulled himself out from under Amber. Amos lowered her to the kneeling position. This time he thrust his big cock into her pussy, powering some of Dick's sperm to shoot out of her. Amber was vaguely aware that Amos hadn't won a card to fuck her, but she wasn't about to remind him of that. Frank smacked his cock on her face until she took him back in her mouth. Frank's cock never fully hardened again, but he still came, shooting his sperm down her throat just as Amos' cock was erupting in her pussy.

The five neighbors all rested in the living room for a half hour after that.

"Lets call it a night," said Amos dressing.

"I'm gonna help Frank home," said Walker. The fat man was also dressed and Frank was leaning heavily into Walker's arms. The old man was completely exhausted.

"One more hand," said Dick.

"Leave it alone, Dick," said Amos smacking his friend on the shoulder as he to pulled his clothes on. "We got what we came for."

"One more hand."

"What did you have in mind?" asked Amber. She followed the black men into her kitchen. She didn't bother cleaning up this time and sperm leaked from her with every step. She was too tired to care any more.

"Winner takes all the money."

"And the cards?" she asked.

"I isn't giving up my cards," said Walker. He still had a fuck card as well as an anal, hand job, and a titty fuck.

"We keep our cards." Frank took the pen and index card and wrote something out. "We play for all the money and this." He tossed the card in. "Let Amber win her money back."

"I'm in," said Amos reading the card.

Amber leaned over and read the card. It said, 'the owner of this card is Amber's black master and her body belongs to him.' The money added up to $350 dollars. Amber looked at the poker chips and at the index card. "I'm in," she replied. "But Walker deals."

The black men nodded and passed Walker the deck. "Five card draw." Walker passed each player five cards.

Amber looked at hers. She had a pair of aces. Once again, it was not a hand she could fold on if this had been a normal hand, but it was all or nothing. "Three cards," she said keeping the aces. She groaned with frustration when she looked at the three cards she had received.

"What do you got," said Walker. "I'm a king high." He sighed with frustration and looked longingly at Amber.

"Pair of fives," said Amos.

"I got nothing." Frank threw his cards down.

Dick Long grinned, the black gaps of his missing teeth standing out over the whiteness of his other teeth. "Looks like it's judgment day, cause I got me three sixes."

Amber looked at her cards and sighed. "You got me," she said.

Dick grabbed his index card and kissed it as he folded and put it in his pocket. "Looks like I'm the proud owner of one white slut. Only slightly used." He laughed. Walker handed Dick all the cash. "You boys get on home. I'm moving in here until hubby comes home."

Dick stood and stretched while the other black men shuffled out of the house. They blinked as the sun's light reflected off the wet grass. Dick watched them go. He opened the refrigerator. I'm going up to our bed. Cook me them eggs and some bacon and bring it on up. We can get some more food later today. Trust me, we are going to need to keep our stamina up. You hear me?"

"I got it," replied Amber.

Dick reached over and gave her a light playful smack on the ass, though his face looked serious. "You call me master, slut. Now cook me some breakfast."

"Yes, master." Amber leaped to obey as Dick headed up to her bedroom.

Amber clutched at her swollen belly as she came out of medical center. The baby was doing fine. She was seven months pregnant now. She sobbed a little with frustration. She didn't even know whose baby it was. She assumed the it was Dick's since he fucked her almost every day, but Walker and Amos stopped by for the occasional fuck. Her black master had given them access to her body and it was her duty to please them in every way. Old Frank didn't have another fuck in him, but he liked to come over and watch once in awhile.

"What the fuck am I going to do," she said out loud as she waddled over to her car. The welfare office wouldn't give her anything since she was still married and Fred wouldn't turn over the divorce papers until she had the baby. Once her mister was born, he would use it to guarantee he got everything in the settlement. Things were already in his favor since all their assets were in his name. For now, he let her stay in the house until the divorce. He had moved to an apartment closer to work. She didn't even know how she had gotten pregnant. Somewhere in her mind, she actually believed that her black lover's superior cocks were just too powerful for her birth control pills.

A basketball game had started up in the park near where she had parked. She watched half a dozen shirtless young black men passing the ball around. They paused to stare at her. She had kept her trim figure, despite the huge bulge in her belly that could have been a basketball under her shirt. It was going to be a big baby.

One of the youths patted his hand on the back of another and passed him the ball. He whistled as he jogged over to Amber. "You the white girl lives on Washington?" he asked.

"Yes," she paused frowning.

He pulled out an index card. "I got me this and wants to cash it in."

Amber read the card. It said, 'This card good for one blow job. $35 value.' "Where did you get this?"

"Old man Long Dick traded it to me for some pot. He said you was good for it."

Amber looked at the youths rippling black muscles. The sunlight glinted off his sweaty black skin. He was wearing sweat pants that appeared to have a long black snake flopping around beneath the material. "Lets go in the alley."

"Yo mama, I bet you was something' before you got knocked up," he said following her into the alley while staring at her ass.

Amber ripped up the index card and threw it on the ground. She found some discarded cardboard and kneeled on it while the black youth walked up to her. She reached up and paused when she noticed her hand was shaking. She was breaking out in a sweat. Her shaking hand reached up and pulled the man's sweat pants out and down. His big black cock flopped out. Her eyes looked at it with lust as it stiffened under her inspection. It was magnificent, growing to be nearly a foot in length. Unlike the old men, this boy was circumcised and his cock shown with youth and vitality. She couldn't stand it any longer. She sucked the plum sized head of the young man's cock in her mouth and began sucking it with gusto. He groaned his approval.

"Man can that slut suck cock," said another black man. The other five players had followed them into the alley. Amber watched out of the corner of her eyes as some gripped their crotches and others pulled their big beautiful black cocks out of their shorts or pants. The one who had spoken picked up the torn index card. "I don't gots me one of these cards, but I do have $35. You suck me too?"

Amber nodded as she moaned around the cock in her mouth. She watched others pull money out of their wallets. Her financial problems were solved.

Afterwards, Amber pocketed the $190 she had just made. "You boys come over after the baby is born and I'll give you my price list if you want some more." She knew her black master wouldn't mind, but he'd probably want a cut.

The black youths nodded eagerly as they returned to their game.

Fred Gertz listened to his new girlfriend Francine softly snoring. She could be described as pleasantly plump and was nowhere near the looker his wife was, but she was a gentle soul and she loved to fuck. He rolled out of bed and crept out of the bedroom.

Fred fired up his computer and watched the new video he had downloaded. The white woman on the screen was being fucked from behind by a giant black man while her husband watched. It was an amateur video. The white couple were wearing masks to protect their identity. The husband was stroking a little penis half the size of the big black man's. Fred pulled out his penis and started stroking it as he watched the video. He had just orgasmed in Francine an hour ago, but the porn had him ready to go again. Fred found himself surfing the internet for interracial videos, pictures, and stories nearly every night. He tried to fight it, but the image of a hung black man fucking Francine filled his thoughts almost daily. That night nearly a year ago had changed him as much at it had changed Amber.

Fred had watched through the window all night. He had seen and heard nearly everything that happened. He watched them play cards through one window, then he adjourned to the living room window to watch his innocent wife suck black cock, take one up her ass, and get fucked by an abusive old man.

Fred had turned away from his wife and new home that night after watching them play the last hand. He had driven the six hours to his convention, though he missed half his meetings, claiming he was ill. He knew his marriage was over. There was no doubt in his mind. He returned home after the convention and pretended everything was normal. The only thing different about their marriage was that Fred didn't try for sex. If Amber noticed, she didn't bring it up. She seemed relieved. But, Fred did notice the signs that she was having sex all afternoon when he was at work and she hadn't even tried to find a job. He caught her in the shower almost daily just as he got home and it always seemed like she was washing the sheets in the laundry. Fred just grinned and played the fool.

The next time Amber had him replace her birth control pills, he filled her prescription with a harmless vitamin from a company he represented. He left her when she got pregnant. He told her he knew, packed his things and drove away. It was also the last time he ever saw Walker and Frank. The old men had given him the finger as he drove past them.

Sitting in his chair jerking of to interracial porn, Fred grinned evilly. He didn't feel the least bit guilty for getting his wife knocked up by one of the old black men. She deserved it. He knew that his marriage was over while he had watched that last hand unfold. She had beaten her gambling addiction, but she had only traded one addiction for another. Fred could see his wife's card hand. She held two aces when she drew two more cards. Amber had gazed down at the four aces she now held and she had folded. She had offered her body and soul to Dick Long.

Fred watched the little squirt of cum shoot from his dick. He wiped it off and shut down the computer.

Fred put his head in his hands and sobbed, "Why Amber? You had the winning hand. Why?" Fred recovered and decided to move on with his life and serve Amber the divorce papers. Now if only he could stop thinking about Francine with a black man.

The End

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Blackmaled



Diane was worried. Old Mr Hughes, the owner of the firm, had gathered all his employees together and announced that he had agreed the sale of the company to a foreign printing business. They had made him an offer he could not refuse, but on the understanding that it was from immediate effect. He was now 65 years old, his health was not good, and he had no youngren to inherit the business.

" I have decided to accept their offer, and this is my farewell to you all " he said with tears in his eyes.

" I hope you are treated fairly under the new owners, but they have bought all the assets together with the liabilities of the business, and your futures are clearly in their hands. " With that, he turned and left, never to return.

It was the last part of his short speech which really worried Diane. She had risen from being Mr Hughes's permisteral secretary to the responsible position of company accountant. Diane was 28 years old, and had been married to her husband for eight years. They had two young flowers, and life had been good to them until 18 months ago, when her husband, Jim, who was 42, had become very ill, subsequently diagosed as leukemia. All their savings had been spent on treatment of the illness, and eventually they had found a doctor who was trialling a revolutionary type of cheladyapy. The treatment had been long and painful, and VERY expensive. Diane had done everything to raise the necessary funds, but the banks had refused any type of permisteral loan. In desperation, she had created a fictitious account in the company's books and had paid herself the required $80,000. Diane had felt so guilty in what amounted to swindling old Mr Hughes, but it was really a matter of life or death, and in any c ase she would pay the money back in full once Jim had recovered and was hopefully back to work. In fact Jim HAD made a marvellous recovery and was now looking for a job as a sales representative, the type of work he had done for 20 years until his illness.. The treatment had been most effective. There was no longer any trace of the cancerous red cells, but it had left him impotent. Whether this was temporary or permanent only time would tell. Diane had Mr Hughes's complete trust and he left the accounts to her. The firm had given him a good living and he would never have picked up the illegal loan. Now everything had changed. Diane feared that the new owner would discover the false account and she would be in serious trouble.

The new owner was a black businesman from Zimbabwe who had a string of businesses which he ran with the help of his six misters. His wife had left him shortly after the birth of his sixth mister, leaving him to bring them up single handed. As soon as the youngest mister had reached sixteen, he had decided to emigrate to the USA, and with his uncompromising manner and natural instinct for a deal, soon amassed a small fortune. Mr Mgoto, however, was not the generous caring permister as his predecessor. He was both a chauvenist and racist, who passionately believed the black race to be superior to the white, and had never forgiven his wife for leaving him and his misters. He was looking to take his revenge out on some unsuspecting woman - and a white woman would be perfect. What better country to find one than the United States of America!

Mr Mgoto and his misters arrived at the Hughes Printing Co. at 8am the following day, a friday, and asked the staff to gather in the large conference room. Their worst fears were realised. Mr Mgoto announced that he intended to keep the firm as a going concern, but substantial changes would be made. One of his businesses was the distribution of adult magasines, and he intended to print them at his new premises and sell them through the sales representatives. He also commented on the all white population of staff, and posted his intention to recruit black staff. To facilitate this, all staff would have the opportunity to leave under the current generous redundancy terms. This offer would be open for two weeks, after which it would be replaced by the statutary conditions which were considerably less. Those who decided to stay would be subject to rigorous performance reviews. Mr Mgoto announced that he and his misters would commence permisteral interviews with the staff and Management, starting o n the following Monday.

Diane Brown got no relax that weekend. She could not be sure if the illegality would be discovered, but feared the worst. She could not bring herself to tell Jim of her fears. Jim was not particularly bright and all the family finances were dealt with by Diane. He had never asked her about the details of how she raised the treatment fees and assumed she had taken out a bank loan. Diane was desperately afraid of a relapse, and was resolved to keep her problems to herself.

After Jim had gone to bed, Diane entered their bathroom, undressed and looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a beautiful woman of 28 years, with shoulderlength blonde hair and the fairest of complexions. Her body was perfectly proportioned. 5'7" tall, and an hourglass figure of 36c 26 36. Her stomache was flat, despite two youngren. She worked hard at the gymn to keep it that way. In the early years of her marriage she had dressed to please her husband. Not too provocatively, but short skirts and showing a little cleavage. These days there was no point, and it would only remind Jim what he couldn't have. How she missed the sex! Sure he could lick her and make her come with his tongue, but it wasn't the same as those marvellous orgasms she had when penetrated by a stiff, hard prick. She couldn't even suck him as she used to love to do! Diane was one of those women who actually loved to suck cocks and would even make herself come by doing it. Nowadays there was no point. He never got hard. With these thoughts she went to her own bed, prepared for another restless night and wondering what monday would bring.

Diane arrived at the firm and began her job. Throughout the day, there were people going into Maete Mgobo's office as they were told of their individal termination packages.Some decided to leave immediately. All the other five members of the Management team, apart from Diane, were dismissed on the first day. They were to be replaced by Maete's misters. Diane did not relax much that night.

When she arrived at work the following morning, Diane wondered if her fate would be known. Some of the ladies were clearing their desks; they had been shown examples of the type of magasines the Company would be printing, and wanted no part in it. Some replacements had already arrived, and they were all young black men.

Diane was frightened. Why had she not been seen. He must have found the false account. But why hadn't he confronted her, sacked her already, turned her over to the authorities?? She was soon to find out! "Diane, will you come into my office" The words were a command, not a request. Diane entered the large room with trembling knees. Seated behind his desk, Maete Mgoto had a set of accounts opened to a page which Diane recognised. Yes, there was no doubt, she had been discovered!

" Diane, I think we both know why you are here and how much trouble you are in. Can you explain why you have defrauded this company of $80,000?"

Diane broke down and began to cry. In between sobs she tried to explain how ill her husband had been, how every other avenue of raising money had come to nought, and that she had intended and still intended to repay the whole sum. In fact she told Maete far more than she should, and only made matters worse.

"How will you be able to repay the money when you have lost your job and will very probably be in jail." Maete asked.

Diane burst into more tears.

"What is more, I have made it my business to find out about your permisteral finances. You have no savings and are heavily in debt. You've re-mortgaged your house and the bank will not lend you any more. Those medical expenses have left you owing a great deal, and without a job, no means of even paying the outstanding interest. Your husband is out of work, and with his medical record he will find it extremely difficult to find any type of work. You will lose your house, and when you go to jail, your husband will not be able to cope. In fact I would say there is a high probality of a serious relapse which he may not survive.You will lose your youngren into care and be left with nothing. Your life will have been destroyed." Maete said these words with no compassion and in a way which gave Diane no hope. She became almost suicidal.

"Oh my God, your right, if I lose my job and you report me to the authorities, I'm ruined! " cried Diane. She became hysterical.

"Is there any way you can forgive me. This just cannot happen. I pray to you to give me a chance. I will do anything to keep my job - anything!"

A smirk appeared on Maete's face.

" Are you sure you would do anything for me if I gave you a second chance?" he asked. Suddenly there was a ray of hope.

" God, yes, ANYTHING you want, just ask." she replied with a wild look.

"W-ell there could be a way I could overlook the whole issue, but you will have to pay dearly."

"Anything will be better than losing my life and family" replied Diane. Maete looked at Diane in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

" OK, lift your dress."

"What did you say?" asked Diane.

" You heard very well, I want to see your legs." was the reply.

Diane realised he was serious and that she had no choice. Slowly she lifted her skirt.

" Higher " instructed Maete " I want to see everything."

Diane raised it further until it was bunched round her waist, exposing her pretty white panties and panty hose.

" Very nice, now take off your blouse."

Diane had no option but to comply, and it was soon lying crumpled on the floor. Maete took a sharp intake of breath. Her beautifully formed breasts were supported by a white half-bra. Diane blushed deeply as her half-naked body was exposed to this middle aged black man.

" Very nice, but you are much too overdressed. I want you to remove your skirt, bra, pantyhose and panties!" Maete snarled.

"What!" cried Diane!

"Unless you would rather me call the authorities." asked Maete, smirking.

Trembling and beginning to cry, Diane unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. At the second attempt she managed to undo her bra clasp and it too joined the pile of clothes. Finally, she tugged down pantyhose and panties together, ripping them in the process, and stood before him stark naked.

"Very, very good, Diane. You learn quickly. You will learn to follow my instructions - if you want to stay out of trouble " Now, go and sit on the sofa "he rasped " raise your knees to your chest and spread them wide." Diane was blushing furiously. Nobody but her husband had ever seen her exposed like this. Her embarrassment was huge, but despite the offense, she realised her pussy was soaking wet. How could she be getting excited?

" Now play with yourself!" Maete's words brought her back to reality. She tried to avoid masturbating even though her sexlife had been almost non-existent. It was not natural - her lady had warned her. Now she had no choice. As she ran her fingers over her clitoris, the heat began to rise. Her middle finger entered the warm, damp opening and her breath became ragged. That butterfly feeling in her loins began to stir. Diane's fingers moved faster. As they stroked the hardening bud, her hips began to rise and fall.

" Oh my god , I'm cumming " she cried, as her orgasm engulfed her. When she came back down to reality, she saw that Maete was standing there, smiling. He handed her the skirt and blouse.

"Put these on, your undergarments stay here. Oh and tomorrow I want to see you more appropiately dressed.

"Wh-what do you mean," stammered Diane.

" I mean from now on I want instant access to your body. No bra or panties. Do I make myself clear?"

Diane merely nodded.

" I beg your pardon, I didn't hear you." said Maete.

" Yes "replied Diane.

" Yes what? " he asked.

" Yes, Mr Mgoto?" replied Diane.

" No, that is not the answer."

Diane started to tremble. " Yes, master? "

" That is right - and remember, that is how I want you to address myself and my misters from now on. Now GO!."

Diane drove home in fear. What had she got herself into? She knew she was in deep trouble, but could think of nothing but to obey her black boss. For the second consecutive night, she slept little.

The next morning, Diane arrived at work to learn that all the remaining staff had decided to leave. The replacements had already been found. All were young black men! Clearly, events had been predicted! Diane suddenly shivered. She realised that not only would she be the only white permister working fof the company, she would be the only WOMAN!! It was late afternoon when Diane was summoned to Mr Mgoto's office.

" Nice to see you, Diane," Maete said, smiling,"and have you dressed appropiately?"

"Yes, sir " she replied.

"Well, let me see, unbutton your blouse."

"Diane had known he would test her, and avoiding his gaze, began to unbutton the blouse. As it gaped open, Maete could see her naked breasts come into view.

" Lovely, now take it off." he commanded.

Diane did as she was told, and now stood with those wonderful breasts sticking out before her.

" Very good. Now the skirt!"

Diane knew she had no option. She removed the skirt and stood before him, naked but for her shoes. Maete knew that this was he had been waiting for for so long.

"From now on, you will do exactly what I say without question. Ever since my wife left me with six youngren to bring up, I have hated women and have wanted my revenge. I have wanted a woman who is completely under my control, one who will obey my every command. I hate womankind, but love the pleasure their bodies can give me. You are a beautiful woman, Diane, but with a husband who cannot give you what you want." Diane now realised she had told Maete far more than she should.

" You must agree to my absolute control of your life. You will become my permisteral slave and follow any and every command without question. Your life will be mine, to do with as I wish."

" You cannot expect me to agree to those conditions" cried Diane.

" I can and do" replied Maete " I have prepared two contracts for you. One commits you to working for me in any capacity I might decide for the rest of your life, the other agrees to put your permisteral life under my complete control. The first is legally binding, the second morally binding. Sign, or go to Jail!!"

Diane mind was racing. What was the choice. If she agreed, she had a life of servitude; if she didn't she had no life at all. With tears streaming down her cheeks and with a trembling hand, she picked up the proferred pen and signed both documents. Her head was bowed, as if waiting the executers axe. Maete smiled. Now she would begin to understand the enormity of her committment.

" Hold your head up and stop crying" he rasped. His eyes travelled up and down Diane's body. Maete got out of his chair and stood in front of her. His black hands moved lightly over the snow-white mounds and his fingers roughly squeezed the light brown nipples, instantly making them grow firm and erect. Despite how much she despised the man, her body was beginning to respond to his touch. Maete was now breathing deeply. Despite his 46 years, he kept himself fit, and being naturally muscular, he had no fat on his body . Her trimmed pussy was on view. Maete knew he had her under his control, and was determined to move to the next stage where she would never be able to escape from his absolute power.

Maete could wait no longer. He moved in front of her, unbuckling his trousers and letting then fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them and removed his briefs. Diane could not believe her eyes. The jet-black pole jutting out from his crotch was all of 9 inches long, almost twice the length of her husbands. It was also twice as thick." Start sucking" he ordered, and as if in a trance, Diane's tongue emerged from her mouth and started to lick the black rod. God, it had been so long, and if she had no option she might as well enjoy it. Diane's mouth enclosed Maete's engorged cock and her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck. Very quickly Maete realised that she was good; very good. Diane's body was now completely betraying her. It had been so long since she had had a stiff cock in her mouth, and never one so large. The challenge to swallow all of it was obvious, and she forgot how she came to be there and started to enjoy it. Maete could not believe the change as she demonstrated her s*******s. Soon she had managed to take it all. 9 inches of throbbing black flesh were now embedded in her throat with his black testicles brushing against her cheeks. Her own orgasm was starting to grow, and Maete realised it. Diane started to moan, and as it neared it's climax, he suddenly pulled out of her mouth, threw her onto the sofa, pulled her legs apart and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy.

Maete began to tease her. "What you do want, Diane " he asked.

"I want you in my vagina" she replied , hoarsely.

" I don't recognise that word" said Maete, smiling, "but I can see a woman with her cunt on display. Is that you?"

" Yes" replied Diane.

" Then say it" shouted Maete."

I WANT YOU IN MY CUNT" screamed Diane. "Oh God, stop teasing me and fuck me." Diane cried. She had her eyes closed, willing the orgasm to hit her, which is why she hadn't noticed the door open and Maete's elder mister, Sam, enter the room. He had in his hand the video recorder which was now recording for posterity Diane's request to be fucked by a black cock!

"Put it in me" she cried, " I need to be fucked."

" Not until you address me properly" was the reply.

" GOD, please fuck me Master ." Diane shouted.

Maete was determined to capture her complete presentation on film. He pushed his cock about two inches into her pussy.

" Do you like that, slave?" he asked.

" GOD YES, GIVE ME MORE" shouted Diane.

" What do you want more of " he slyly asked.

"MORE COCK" replied Diane.

" What kind of cock do you want" asked Maete.

" BLACK COCK!" screamed Diane.

Maete pushed another three inches into her clinging pussy.

" Would any black cock do?" he asked.

" YES, YES, YES." She screamed.

"Then tell me properly" Maete shouted.

"I WANT A BLACK COCK IN MY CUNT, ANY COCK SO LONG AS IT IS BLACK!!!" She screamed.

Maete was playing this for the video.

" Do you like black cock better than white"

"PLEASE STOP TEASING ME AND FUCK ME. YES, BLACK COCK IS BETTER THAN WHITE, YES I WILL FUCK ANY BLACK COCK, YES I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT. NOW JUST FUCK ME.

" Maete needed no further bidding, and plunged his swollen cock into Diane's waiting cunt all the way. Diane immediately began to climax.

" AGHHH THAT IS SO GOOD" she cried, as wave after wave hit her. Maete pulled back, and thrust forward again. She was so tight he knew he could not last long. But that didn't matter. There would be many more opportunities ahead. After only a dozen thrusts he started to come. His cock began to pump his accumulated jism into Diane's waiting cunt. AS it hit the back of her womb, she cried out in extasy and came again. Sam missed nothing. The video had captured all of Diane's demise. It would show her asking to be fucked by any black cock; show her enjoying black cock; show her abandoning herself to black sexing. Maete smiled. His hold on her before was strong. Now it would be unbreakable!

Diane came down from the heights of her orgasm. Only then did she notice Sam and the video recorder. Damn him ! She immediately recognised the implications. Her first reaction was to try and cover up from the probing eyes of the young man.

"What do you think you are doing?" shouted Maete. "Don't you realise where you stand! If you have any doubts, let me explain. Because of your illegal activities, you have agreed to become my permisteral slave. That means you will fuck me whenever and wherever I wish. You will also fuck any of my misters whenever and wherever THEY wish. You will also fuck anybody I wish you to fuck. IS THAT CLEAR !?

" Diane was trembling and just nodded.

" In case you get the idea that jail is better than fucking black men for the rest of your days, I have this video recording. Now I don't think you would want your religous parents seeing it, would you? Or perhaps your flowers and their schoolteachers?"

Diane almost fainted."You can't do that! Please promise you will never ever show them that recording!"

Maete just smiled. "That recording is mild compared to other features I have planned for you. But none of them will be shown to your family or friends as long as you cooperate. Do I have your word?"

Diane merely nodded. She was beaten. Maete turned to Sam. "I think it is time for Diane to get better aquainted with you and your brothers. Ask them to come in. Sam went out of the room to get them. Maete went over to Diane who was still lying on the sofa. Instinctively she started to cover her nudity.

"Stop" shouted Maete. Diane froze in fear." Let me explain some basic rules which you will obey without question. Your new role in this firm is permisteral assistant to myself and my misters. That will entail meeting all our sexual needs in whatever form that may be. In other words, you will be sucking and fucking us all on a daily basis. You will also be having sex with any men we wish. That will certainly include your fellow colleagues. In case you hadn't noticed, they are all young black men, and I can assure you they are all eager to put their hard black cocks into a white married woman's cunt! I plan to use your body as an incentive and reward for their hard work. There will be others as well. I can't exactly say who, but they will be black!"

Maete saw that Diane had not burst into tears on hearing his words. In fact, she had stopped trying to cover up opened her legs. He realised that she was not aware that she was casually stroking her clit. Was his words getting to her! He looked straight into her eyes and continued.

" Your dress code will change. All bras, panties and pantyhoses must go. You will wear garters and stockings at all times. When in my own or my misters presence, THAT IS ALL YOU WILL WEAR. At all other times, you will cover your nakedness with the minimum of clothing - either short mini-dresses or short skirts and see-through blouses. You will look like a slut as well as behaving like one."

Diane looked blankly at him. Strange thoughts were tearing through her head. Why was she not distraught? Why did she not want to ******* him? Where had the hate gone? And why were his words making her wet? Diane realised the thought of daily sex with many black men was turning her on. Was it because she had missed being fucked for so long, or because she had actually enjoyed Maete's big black cock, or was she a natural slut who now recognised it?

Whatever the reamister, she knew deep down that she was looking forward to the offense and degradation. She had no option but to submit to Maete's will, so why not enjoy it. She enjoyed all forms of sex. If the inhibitions were removed, she knew she could become the biggest black loving slut of all time!!

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Crush on the Girl Next Door



I know it was wrong, I really do! The question is how could I just ignore what I was seeing? This girl was about 32 and stunningly gorgeous. I had always had a crush on her but her and her husband lived next door and I was good friends with her husband and oh yeah, I was married too. I couldn’t help but fantasize about her; Julie was her name and went through my head several times lately while I was making love to my wife even. Now, here I was…about 30 people at a party at the neighbor’s house on the other side of our place. These people had a great pool and often had parties like this. We always attended since it was always great fun and good food. Secretly though, I always looked forward to seeing Julie in a bikini. But what happened was this. The party had begun about two hours before and no sign of Julie and her husband yet. I was starting to worry a bit because I wanted to see her in that bikini so badly. Then I saw them coming through the backyard, loaded down with the usual stuff, chairs, food, cooler etc. She was still in her work clothes and apologized to everyone for being late. It wasn’t long I overheard her say she was going to get changed and jump in that pool to get cooled off. I took that opportunity to possibly have a chat with her and carefully timed my departure to the washroom to overlap with Julie in there getting changed. Worked out perfectly, I saw her just coming out of the washroom just as I rounded the corner. We chatted for about 10 minutes in the hallway which was always great but she was standing there in a brand new bikini the whole time and even modeled it for me, asking how it looked. I felt my cock stiffen a bit when she was doing this and I she knew what she was doing to me as well when her eyes dropped down to my shorts a few times. Of course this was even more of a turn on and I knew I was going to be more and more visible by now. Wow, what a body I thought to myself. If only I could have sex with her once, I’d be a lucky man. Well, I guess my train of thought was lost and she was getting bored so, off she went and I headed to the washroom. Once in there, I discovered my luck was just beginning. There neatly tucked under a towel were the clothes Julie had just taken off and well, like I said before, I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t resist picking up those panties to enjoy them a bit. So soft, so feminine I thought as I slowly brought them to my face. They were still warm from her body and the smell of her perfume hit me, I was so turned on. I turned them inside out and couldn’t resist the little damn spot in the middle. They smelled so good I thought as I dropped my pants and started to masturbate. I decided to experiment a bit and slipped them on over my feet and slowly pulled them up over my legs until I had them on. I was so turned on I nearly got the panties sticky right there and then but I stopped myself and started to pull them back off. Something caught my eye outside through the curtains though and I suddenly realized the length of time I had spent in there. I quickly returned the panties, reluctantly but quickly and ran back out to the pool. I almost ran a little too fast I realized, I hadn’t really had a chance to lose the erection I had a few minutes before. I quickly ran to the pool and just plunged in to “safety”. After a nice swim in the quite crowded pool, I was moving toward the end to get out but ran into a few other people I knew. I think I stood talking more than swimming but hey, it was all fun. I had been chatting with my boss actually and was ready to get out finally. I turned toward the step and found myself face to face with Cindy. Now the funny thing is, Cindy is Julies 16 year old flower. Now with Cindy, there is no doubt whose flower she is when you see her. She is young but every bit the “head turner” that her lady is. Every guy’s fantasy would be seeing those two in bikinis at something like this but we also know they are out of our grasp. Well, said Cindy in a very abrupt, almost angry voice. What the hell was that? She asked me. What was what? I said. She didn’t reply immediately, instead…her hand suddenly clenched my crotch very very tightly she grabbed it all. She had my penis bent almost in half and both balls squashed between her fingers. I jumped and looked around to see if anyone was looking but couldn’t concentrate on anything but the pain. You fucking pervert, she blurted out. Whhhaat? I said. You heard me, you’re a fucking pervert. What the hell where you doing sniffing mom’s panties? How the hell did you see that? I questioned. You asshole, she said. The bathroom window is right in front of where I was sitting. I saw you sniffing them and playing with your little wiener you pervert. Do you like the smell of pussy she said? Ummm… well…ummm yes ma’am I quietly said. She giggled a little bit and at the same time I realized what I had said. Why did I say yes Ma’am I thought to myself? Ok pervert she said, here’s what you are going to do. This is the wrong place for this so you have no choice but to do what I say, agreed? Yes Ma’am I said. Damn, I did it again…why the hell am I calling a 16 year old Ma’am? She giggled, that’s good, keep calling me that for starters but you will be up in my bedroom tonight at exactly 7, just after this party settles down but before my parents get home. With that she yanked her had from my crotch and walked away. Oh my god, the pain shot through me like lightning when she released my crotch and I stood there stunned for a few seconds but had to carry on to hide what had happened. I had a hard time focusing on anything the rest of the day but managed to survive and enjoy it. A few minutes before 7 though, I was a nervous wreck, should I just stay here or should I go to Cindy’s room. Curiosity I think is what got my vote; I slipped away from the party and wondered over to the neighbors’ place, constantly checking to make sure no one saw me. I opened the front door and slowly made my way to Cindy’s room. I waited outside her door for a second but didn’t hear a sound. I knocked lightly but there was no answer. I could hear her instructions over and over in my head, “be in my room at 7”. It was now exactly 7 so I opened the door and peeked in. The room was empty but I went in and closed the door. The first thing I noticed was a pair of panties placed right in the middle of the bed, obviously placed there like that on purpose. I went over to them and reached down to pic them up. My hand just barely touched them when a bright camera flash went, followed by an evil laugh. You pervert, you’re gonna sniff my underwear now too aren’t you, said Cindy from a dark corner of the room. Well go ahead pervert; let me see you do it. I did as I was instructed and brought the panties to my face. Cindy hovered around me, so close I could feel her breath on me. She moved from side to side and looked over my shoulder. She whispered pervert in my ear very quietly, just teasing. She was standing behind me and I completely lost my concentration but snapped out of my trance quickly when without warning, my shorts where yanked right to my ankles. I was now standing there with a full hard on, completely naked. She looked down at my hard cock and chuckled, oh I see you are a pervert…look how hard your little wiener is from sniffing my underwear. I blushed a bright shade of red and tried to cover myself. She yanked my hand out of the way; then from where she was standing behind me, she reached between my legs, grabbed my cock and firmly yanked it back between my legs. Don’t you fucking try to cover yourself and don’t you dare stop sniffing those panties you pervert she yelled. I nervously did as I was instructed but stopped quickly when Cindy nonchalantly helped herself to snap another picture. Please I can’t have those pictures around I begged, what if my wife see’s them. Oh she will see them Cindy said. If you don’t do as I say, she will see them tomorrow. If you do everything I say though, she might not see them for a year or two but sooner or later I’m going to leave them laying around for my mom and your stupid little wife to find. I’m actually looking forward to it she said. Now, let’s get started pervert. First of all, put those on and then, since you like the smell of pussy, get over hear and eat mine. As she said that I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The gorgeous young girl laid back on the bed and spread her legs wide open showing this perfect little shaved bare pussy. I went to work without any hesitation. I made that girl cum, over and over and was actually kind of proud of my work. She shook from head to toe as she had orgasm after orgasm. It was probably over an hour before she let me out from between her thighs. She laid back and rested and I quickly got ready to join the fun. I stroked my cock until it was rock hard and moved toward that steaming wet little pussy. Just as the head of my cock touched her, she giggled quite loud and said what do you think you’re doing? Ummm….well….what do you think I’m doing, I replied. Fuck off she said, get out of my room right now. You are here to please me and do what I say and I did not ask you to fuck me. Now get out or I’ll start screaming. I reached for my shorts and she snatched them out of my hand and said, get the fuck out. NOW! But I need my shorts Ma’am, please I begged. Why she replied, you have what you like the most, a nice little pair of girly panties, now for the last time…Get out! I reluctantly obeyed her and headed for the door. She laughed out loud again as she watched my ass in the tiny little panties, I hope you get caught out there like that she giggled. OH and one more thing she said, you had better be back here tomorrow, completely naked at my door at noon to please me again and I have a project for you to do before then. Get me a good clear picture of your stupid fucking wife, completely nude so I can put her on the internet too. But I can’t I pleaded, and I would never do that to her. Well then I guess your pictures will be made public tomorrow then Cindy said. NO NO please Ma’am I begged. Well then you know what I want, tomorrow at noon and you had better have the picture or you know the consequences. Why are you getting my wife involved in this, she didn’t do anything wrong I said. Well Cindy replied, she did do something wrong and so did you but I’ll explain it to you tomorrow now leave!

I shut the door and sneaked down the stairs as quickly as I could to get out of the house before her parents came back. I looked out the back door of the house and found that it was actually quite dark outside already which was good to conceal my lack of clothes. I slipped out the door and scurried across the back yard toward home. I had to wait for a minute behind one of the bushes when I heard voices and realized it was actually Cindy’s parents coming home. That was a close call I thought to myself but then realized that my wife would probably be not too far behind them then. I ran like heck into the house and right up to the shower. I got the shower going and didn’t even wait for the water to get hot, just jumped in to get wet and make it look like I had been there for a while. Wrapped myself in a towel and just barely made it out of the shower when my wife came in the door. I said hi and headed to the bedroom to try to beat her there since I was still in Cindy’s thong, concealed under the towel. My wife was pretty tipsy and wanted to chat so I did but had to change plans when she began pulling on the towel and trying to convince me to have some fun since she was in the mood. Of course I was in the mood myself and didn’t want to say no so I quickly came up with the plan to get her away for a second. Hit the lights, lock the door and get up to bed I said, while I go light some candles. She loved the idea and took off for the light switch while I made my speedy exit to hide my panties. Just got them hidden away when the door came open and I was met by a completely naked but very takes wife. She tried; she really did but in about 5 minutes was out cold, spread eagle on the bed. I started to cover her up as I grumred about my own situation of being so horny because I was being left teased and denied for the second time in less than an hour. Then it hit me, I had to get the camera. It was a perfect opportunity to save my ass from Miss Cindy. I snapped my pics and quietly put them on the computer so I could print them and delete them from the camera. I felt pretty bad about doing all of this, but didn’t really know what else to do. I was helpless and basically being blackmailed by a teenage girl and was almost afraid of her at this point but for some strange reamister I was extremely turned on by the thought of it. Here I was naked, horny as hell looking at pictures of my naked wife but thinking of the sweet little pussy I could still taste. I started masturbating to the thoughts of it and decided to put on some internet porn since I was right there at the computer. I laid back with my cock in the air, rubbing it slowly and enjoying every second of it, all the thoughts of the day piled into the visions on the screen. I knew I would cum in a few minutes since I was so turned on and could actually feel the pressure building. My orgasm was literally a split second away when I was torn out if my bliss by something catching my eye. OH NO I thought, is that what I thought I saw? In my haste to relieve myself I had forgotten to close the curtains almost right beside me. My orgasm was starting on it’s own, I was past the point of no return. My hand came off of my penis but the cum started to shoot straight in the air. I jumped up and looked out the window but my knees were week from the orgasm and I nearly fell over but managed to get a glimpse of who had seen me. It was Julie, Cindy’s mom…outside to walk her dog before bed and she was standing only a few feet from the window on her deck with a plain view of my spurts of cum shooting. I stood up and looked out at her, she was standing there with a huge smile on her face, covering it slightly in a sort of shocked way but not really looking shocked. I froze for a second and didn’t know what to do. She did not hesitate at all, just motioned for me to open the window. I tried to cover up but she shook her head “no”. I was shacking and weak but open the window a little bit. She was giggling like crazy, giggling like…well…just like her flower had a little while ago. Oh my god she said, I’m sorry, I wasn’t really peeking in, your curtains were wide open you know. I started to apologize but she didn’t hear a word. Her eyes were fixed on my cock and giggled at the mess as she looked at the cum all over me and everywhere else. Looks like you needed to unload, she said. I again tried to cover myself and she wouldn’t let me. I’m here now she said, at least let me see it. Turn around, I want to see the rest of you she commanded me. What, I said? Oh come on she said emphatically, you don’t think I see you looking at my body all the time. You always look me over when I’m around, just like today when I was wearing that bikini. I saw your eyes on me, now it’s my turn…to damn bad. But…I just didn’t have the words to finish, I was in shock. First Cindy then Julie, what the heck happened today I thought to myself. I turned around and let her ogle me. She snapped out orders to turn and what to do and for some reamister, I just did as she said. Better clean up that mess now she said. Use your fingers and lick it all up were her orders. No no no, I don’t like eating it I told her. Oh really she started, but you would love to have me eat it wouldn’t you? Well…but I was cut off again. Shut up and start licking up all of that cum or I’ll go get your wife up and tell her all about it, actually maybe I should call the police, she decided. I didn’t say a word, just scooped all of the cum I could find and devoured it. Julie watched with great excitement, she giggled and laughed each time I ate some and kept saying…mmmm yummy each time. I guess I owe you this she said as she began undoing her robe. My excitement at this point just went through the roof. I had always wanted to see this perfect body and I couldn’t believe what she was doing. The tie came off of her robe, she just let it drop. She was looking me right in the eye and slowly, very slowly opened the robe just a crack. I could see bare skin all the way down the length of the opening and started to feel my cock grow already. But Julie just cruelly shut the robe and walked away. All I could hear was her giggling again, all I could feel was the same feeling of being used, teased and denied again. Wait I blurted out, not thinking about how desperate that sounded, wait you said….

The door of Julie’s house slammed shut as she disappeared inside. I felt about a thousand different emotions rushing through my head; I was frustrated, embarrassed, horny, angry…you name it. I pulled the curtains shut and headed for bed. What a day, thank goodness it’s over was all I could think as my head hit the pillow.
The next morning started off great. Everything went quite normal, got up a bit late but we where both pretty slow from overdoing ourselves a bit the day before. My wife Sarah was up early to make breakfast so I got ready for work. I made sure to stuff the panties in my pocket while I still could without getting caught since I wouldn’t have been able to come back home before noon when I was ordered to meet Cindy. It still kind of turned me on to have them and got my thoughts of the gorgeous girl that was in them the day before. I was already turned on and hadn’t even made it out of the bedroom yet. I had never done anything like it before but as I was getting dressed, I decided to try on my wife’s bra that was lying beside the bed. It really was the first time I had worn anything of hers and it was great. I could only enjoy it for a second or two and had to get back on schedule and not raise suspicions. I grabbed the pictures I had printed the night before and tossed them in my briefcase and headed downstairs. I was chatting with my wife and as I did I opened the curtains that I had closed the night before. I was in mid conversation when I looked out and saw both Cindy and Julie sitting on their deck, looking right toward me. I forgot what I was even saying to Sarah when I was jolted back to my memories of these two girls from the day before. I heard her call to continue and tried to say something but just sort of stuttered. Just as I remembered what I had been saying, I was shocked back into a babbling mess when both girls outside my window just stood up, right there on the deck and yanked open their robes to show me they where both completely nude underneath. The laughed so loud at my reaction that I thought the whole neighborhood would hear them. I spun around to get my mind back on track and didn’t dare look back out there until I got my senses back. I was shacking like a leaf with excitement mixed with fear of being caught by Sarah. Talk about a close call, Sarah’s eyes dropped right down to my pants as I walked in to the kitchen as she instantly noticed something I had not even thought about, a very noticeable bulge in my pants. She smiled and said, “ooowww somebody’s horny this morning” what are you thinking about? Well you did fall arelax on me last night I replied. Oh yeah, I guess I did didn’t I, she said back to me. I’m sorry, it was all kind of a blurr you know. I know, it’s ok…don’t let it bother you as long as you had a good time yesterday. As I said that to Sarah, I made my usual trip outside to get the paper and then sat down at the table. I always read the paper in the morning over breakfast and today was the same. I went to my usual section and opened it up but dropped something as I did. I looked on the floor to see what it was and found that it was one of the pictures of me in the panties, one of the pictures that Cindy took. Just then another one fell on the floor. I was terrified and couldn’t believe that Cindy had hidden them in there. I scurried around and grabbed them before Sarah saw them and then fumred through the paper as fast as I could to see if there were any more. Ok, now I was shaking, this was too close to getting caught. I made it through breakfast and ran out of the house almost before anything else happened.

It was almost noon; I was working away and nearly forgot my prearranged appointment with Cindy. I had already cleared my absence with the boss and completed my work so just had to run out and get over to her house. I hid the car down the street at a mall parking lot and ran to the house and knocked, right on time. Whew I thought, perfect timing as I finished removing my clothes since I was to show up naked…thought you would try to skip this one I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Cindy standing there in a little pair of shorts and tight white shirt that did not hide anything. My eyes dropped to her chest without hesitation. I knew it was wrong but I had to look at her. I had been thinking about her all day. My eyes came up to hers and she didn’t look pleased. Oh I’m sorry Ma’am, I didn’t mean...Shut up she ordered. Look back down there and stare at my tits, she snapped. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing but of course I did what she said. You like them she asked. Oh yes, very much so, very much so Ma’am. Well then, let’s go inside and call the plastic surgeon so you can make an appointment to get some yourself. I laughed and said, no I don’t think I need them, they look much better on you. I mean it, she said, we are going in and making you an appointment right now. I knew she wasn’t serious and just joked about it some more, I’m sure my wife would not be happy to see me come in with breast some day. I don’t care, follow me was all Cindy said. Ok, now I was starting to get scared and actually believe her. I momentarily forgot all about it though when I was following her into the house. She knew I was looking at her too and made sure I had a good view as she wiggled her ass in front of me on purpose. She didn’t slow down for a second though, she walked right in and picked up the phone, called 411 and asked for the number of a plastic surgeon. Oh my god, I said… you can’t be serious? She smiled at me and said, you where looking at my ass all the way here too, maybe we can do something with your ass too if you like mine so much, now sit down right in front of me was just listen to me make this phone call. Well, she did it. She actually made me an appointment for one week later. She was loving this and I was terrified. How was I going to get out of this one I thought. She had me kneeling right in front of her and just teased me the whole time. She spread her legs apart and let me look right up the leg holes of her shorts, giving me a clear view of her pussy. She was talking to the permister at the plastic surgeons office and telling them my name, address and every detail about me. I tried to stop her and she just grabbed my hair and pulled me up to her pussy until my face was buried in it, then locked her thighs around me head. I could hear her ordering my new breasts and just couldn’t believe how cruel she was being. She told them I was to have fairly large C implants and got the price on them. When they said the price she said oh that’s not bad, how much for D’s? Oh ok, she said cheerfully, let’s go with D’s then. She hung up the phone and made me thank her for making the call for me, I couldn’t do it, I was too worried and upset but suddenly I felt a sharp pain between my legs. I looked down and saw a hand cupped around my balls tightly, yanking them back between my legs. Tell her thank you, right now came a voice from behind me…the voice of her lady Julie. Cindy laughed and said, he just helped himself to lick my pussy while I was on the phone mom. Really, said Julie, well then I think we should also call his stupid fucking wife and let her know what he’s doing. Actually, I think it would be better yet if we all go have a chat with her. With that they both jumped on top of me and tied my hands together behind my back and then very tightly around my balls. They pulled me up by the arms which I thought was going to castrate me right there. The two of them pulled me toward the door and walked me outside, completely naked right down the sidewalk to my house and knocked on the door. Please I begged, don’t do this. With that, Julie dropped her panties from under her skirt and jammed them in my mouth while Cindy just laughed hysterically the whole time. This is going to be so much fun mommy, she said. I know said Julie, I can’t wait. The door opened and everything just stopped, it seemed dead quiet as my wife looked at me standing there naked. She was completely speechless and just looked at me with her mouth open. A car with two college age girls in it, blew its horn from the road behind us, followed by some whistles and shouting and sort of broke the silence. I was turned around to face the car as it passed, giving them full view of my body. Julie and Cindy just laughed and waved at them. By now, Sarah was getting angry and shouting “what the hell is this all about”? They went in the house, towing me behind them and said they would explain it all. The story came and went and not one word of it was true. They had made up a story about catching me looking at Cindy naked while wearing Julie’s underwear. They said they noticed something in my hands and saw the pictures of Sarah. I had completely forgotten the nude pics of my wife; they had pulled them from pockets of my clothes back at the house. They showed them to Sarah who became very upset at first. She got angry, upset, mad all at once it seemed. Julie and Cindy then started to calm her down a bit but before they did, Sarah spun around in a split second, and brought her foot right up into my crotch. She kicked me right in the balls and all I remember was the pain shooting through me and then my legs giving away. Just before I ****** I recall seeing Cindy lining me up for a kick as well and Julie saying she was next. When I woke up a bit later, I was tied spread eagle in the middle of the room and could just barely hear the girls talking in the next room. It seemed that Sarah was still pretty upset but I didn’t really hear them comforting her any more. I could hear giggling and things like ooowww, are you angry. What happened next was unbelievable. I heard the threesome heading back my way but there was a huge ruckus going on. When they got to where I could see them, I understood why. My wife Sarah was being let toward me, she was completely naked and with her arms wrapped around her front as if she was hugging herself. Her wrist had nylons tied to them and then the nylons had been pulled very tightly around her back and then tied to her breasts, tightly. They brought out to me and laid her down on top of me in a 69 position with my cock in her mouth and her pussy in mine. We were tied with dozens of ropes so tightly that we could not move at all, or speak. Then a few more pictures were taken and Cindy and Julie turned and left the room. We stayed like that for over an hour, not knowing what was going to happen to us or why we had to suffer through all of this. I heard the door open and was scared to death at that point because I realized it was Julie’s husband coming home from work. As he came through the door, he was announcing his presence but stopped in mid sentence when he saw us on the floor. He stood there completely stunned for a minute but then in a flash, Julie and Cindy came running in the door behind him and tackled him. He crashed to the floor and in seconds, was also being tied. Ok, now I’m really confused I thought to myself. Why would they do this to him? There own husband/man was being tied. Once he was tied and gagged, Cindy came over to use and sat down between my legs. In a very calm but extremely sensual way she ran her hand over my testicles right in front of my wife’s face. She loosened some of the ropes and lifted Sara’s face just enough to get my cock out of her mouth. She made Sarah watch as she stroked my cock until it was hard as a rock and poking Sarah in the face. Sarah went into a rage and started calling out names and threats but Sarah just giggled and said, ok now it’s time to explain all of this Sarah. Explain what she said, you had better explain why your doing this to all of us. No, said Cindy, you tell them. She whispered in Sarah’s ear and then stood back and laughed along with her lady. Sarah’s voice began but it had changed from a rage to a very quiet submissive voice. She apologized to me and then explained that she had been having an affair with Julie’s husband for a while now.
It all made sense…suddenly I got it. We all did. We were being punished for hurting them. Julie began to explain our future, as she did Cindy continued stroking my cock as her man and Sarah watched. Julie explained that her husband would be leaving with nothing at all. Just being tossed out after he signed the papers for their divorce that gave them everything he had. As for Sarah and I, we too would sign everything over the girls including our house and assets. Then a second paper would be signed that gave them complete control over us and the rights to use us as their total slaves. We would be totally owned by them and over the years found out that we where to be humiliated almost daily by them to make us pay for the past. Sarah was pimped out as a prostitute on occasion to whoever wanted her, always for a simple fee of 5 or 10 dollars to degrade her even more. As for me, my main task was cooking, cleaning and shopping. Usually dressed as a maid or other feminine cloths or completely nude if we had company, and yes; they did go through with my breast implants as well, This went on for years to follow with hundreds of other degrading experiences for two of us.

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Blackmailed Into Homo-Humiliation


When I started with the company Roger was the top salesman, he had the best clients, the best bonus and the best company car. Within three months I had eclipsed him. It stood to reamister, I was fifteen years younger than his forty, I was hungrier, I was more ambitious. I was just plain better than he was. He didn't like it and resented me and I knew he plotted to discredit and do me down at every occasion. But that only seemed to affect him and his sales, I just ignored him.

Then after six months with the company I fell in love with Julie. She was a beautiful brunette with a fantastic figure and a great permisterality. She lit up the room when she entered and better than that she worked with us. Problem was that Roger was kind of casually dating her at the time I fell for her (and she for me) and our love was unstoppable so that was another black mark against me as far as Roger was concerned. But I didn't care, I was young and unstoppable – nothing could touch me.

Since this tale centres on him I should describe Roger to you. He was much taller than me at six foot two, was well put together, had a straight back and flecks of distinguished grey to the sides of his hair. He always had had an aloof attitude towards me since I started but since I had got together and married Julie he had become, much more distant with everyone and rarely spoke of what he did in his own time. Which didn't bother me one little bit.

A year into my idyllic marriage (Julie quit and got a better job in the interim) and three into the job my life was turned around by Roger and by my own stupidness. Simply put I had been falsifying my expenses and misusing company funds. I started small scale but soon found it was easy and I found I couldn't stop and besides who got hurt by it? No-one, and no-one knew so where was the harm. I was working late in the office one night, even the cleaners had been around so it must have been after six when Roger strode up to my desk and threw a folder full of paper onto my desk.

I looked up irritated and demanded what was this, but my bravado disappeared quickly when he told me it was copies of all my fraudulent claims and transfers and that the originals were nice and safe. And smiled a crocodile smile at me.

I panicked, losing my job, my pay, my future; even jail flew through my mind as he casually tidied the folder and picked it up.

"W-What do you want? Money?", praying I could bribe my way out of this.

"I don't want your money boy. What I want is for you to get your ass to the disared toilets and we'll discuss it there. Where we won't be interrupted."

I could do little else but pull back my chair and head along to the destination, Roger was in control here and we both knew it. I entered the room realising I had never been in there before, it was much larger that the gent cubicles and I stood in plenty of space as I waited on Roger joining me, wondering how I could get out of this situation.

I stood in that toilet for what seemed and eternity, in reality it was only five minutes but as my mind raced through all the possibilities and ways to save my skin time seemed to stand still. Eventually the thick red handle turned down and a very confident Roger joined me it the room and suddenly it didn't feel so spacious. In fact when he clicked the lock closed on the door I felt pretty much claustrophobic in there.

I stood waiting for him to speak, figuring that I should let him make all the running. He stood staring at me contemptuously before speaking.

"I hate you. You know don't you? I dare say you hate me as well, but I don't really care. Fact is I can destroy you with that information, can't I? You'll never know how much I want to but I'm going to give you an option. If you do exactly as I say, obey my every command I will return my copies to you to despose of and you'll never be found out. Are you willing to do that?"

Of course I was and stammered my agreement, hurrying over the words, giving scant though to what he would make me do.

"Yes, I thought you'd go for that. However, believe me when I say this, if you refuse to obey me we'll just stop and I hand that folder over to the bosses. Understand? Good, then to begin I want you to get down on your knees."

I stood gaping like a fool for a moment then returned to my senses and hurried to get on my knees before him, thinking (hoping) he just wanted me to beg and grovel to him. Well fine, I could handle a little embarrassment to get out of this mess. Scuffing the knees of my expensive trousers I knelt before him, now feeling even more cramped in the room. That feeling only worsened when he deliberately stepped forward so his crotch was inches from my face. To my horror I noticed a hardening bulge there.

"Unbuckle my belt" , Roger barked out his order like he was a drill Sergeant.

I looked up at him and shook my head. I was not liking where this was going one little bit. No way was I doing that.

"OK, then" he said and turned to leave. I panicked and grabbed his trousers and wouldn't let him go and found my hands shakily undoing his large belt buckle until it came loose. When I undid it I looked up to see a look of triumph on Roger's face. I think he knew then that he had me.

He spoke to me as if I was a naughty young and he my strict headmaster.

"Now undo my button and lower my zip" the large bulge in his trousers was lengthening and stiffening as he spoke each word.

Despite myself I found my hands reaching forward and undoing the button at the top of his zip then automatically letting down the zip. At it's lowest point the zip halted and with no other interaction his trousers plummeted to the ground around his ankles and to my growing horror I discovered he wasn't wearing any underpants and a giant penis was rearing up at me inches from my face. I looked at it as it continued to stiffen and, while my estimates may have been off being so close to it, it was massive. It was easily 10 inches long and at least 2 inches in girth (thicker at the purple helmet so close to me).

For a long moment I was mesmerised by the large member bobbing in front of me, unable to take my eyes off it. I looked up eventually into the eyes of my blackmailer and knew there and then what I would have to do to get his silence. I was sickened and disgusted at the thought of being like this before Roger and being at his mercy, but I would be lying if I did not admit that there was a small part of me turned on by the situation.

"Big, isn't it?" were the first words Roger spoke after what seemed like hours. I just knelt there unable to coherently answer. The thing was it was big, much bigger than the small thing that hung between my legs, which was lucky to be 5 inches when fully erect.

"Come on, answer me, tell me how big I am" he demanded as his right hand slapped my cheek contemptuously.

I think I had zoned out and the confident, successful, normal me was being supplanted by a stammering, weak willed wimp.

"You are huge, massive, gigantic", I feebly answered.

"Bigger than you?" he sneered.

"Oh Yes", I answered far too quickly, which got a cruel laugh from above.

And then he said the words I had been dreading.

"I want you to lick it, if you don't I am handing over that evidence."

I swallowed slightly, said a little prayer to god, moved my head forwards, hesitated, paused, thought, then moved forward again this time extending my tongue past my teeth and was soon licking the tip of my rival's rock hard cock. A shiver of offense and revulsion spread through me. How could I be doing this?

"Come on you can do better than that, I want you to lick the whole of it".

I responded by following his command and before I knew it I was tracing the veiny outline of his cock with my tongue. Backwards then forwards, the helmet and below until for the first time my mouth made contact with another man's pubic hair and balls. I nearly retched but continued to lick hoping this would please him enough not to pass on the info he had over me, knowing that it was unlikely to be so. It wasn't.

"Right that's enough lets see how much you can swallow. Come on get sucking, always thought you were a little cocksucker!" , he laughed at his own joke or maybe it was at the sight of me stretching my mouth and allowing the thick bell end of his penis to invade my mouth, swiftly followed by as much of the shaft of his cock as I could take.

A musky, sweaty, smell of man meat pervaded my nostrils that I can still smell to this day and I had to close my eyes and pretend I was elsewhere as his thick shaft travelled over my accommodating tongue and into the target of my throat. God my first time sucking a cock and he was deep throating me! Not that I had any say in the matter as he held my head dominantly and thrust his hips forward fiercely, powering himself deeper into my obligation mouth. I was astonished and dismayed to feel his large,hairy balls whacking off my chin and his thick, wire like pubic hair tickling at my nostrils. He ordered me to open my eyes and look up at him, I did so only to be blinded by the repeated flashes of a handheld camera snapping what I was doing to my increasing dismay. But after that Roger lost himself in his pleasure and concentrated on my mouth doing the work.

The member slid back and forward in my mouth, lubricated by my saliva and my mouth soon settled into a rhythm, and I breathed through my nose as Roger hit his own rhythm and our bodies fitted into each other more and more smoothly. And to my horror I found my own cock was hardening in my trousers. How could that be? God, I wasn't gay. This was tantamount to ****, how could I be turned on? But I was and I found each thrust by Roger being met with increasing levels of enthusiasm.

An eternity later I felt the hard slab of flesh in my mouth begin to pulse and throb and spasm much harder than before and I knew Roger was on the verge of cumming. This would be humiliating wherever he decided to do it – in my throat or on my face – and as I knelt there anticipation mixed with the worry. After all it was going to happen whatever I did, I began to wonder how it would feel and taste. I did not have long to wait. With an almighty groan he shot a large wad of sticky stuff into my throat, he pulled out as he continued to spray cum from his cock and some pooled in my mouth, while the final trails plastered themselves over my wet lips.

"Stay like that", he ordered as he took another set of pictures of me on my knees before his spent cock with cum in my mouth and on my face.

He ordered me to swallow the residue as he wiped his messy cock in my hair and again I tasted it. To my amazement I found that it tasted OK, a little bland maybe but if you didn't know where it had originated or what it was then it would have been no big deal. Thing was I did know and I still found myself excited, even more so when Roger bent over to pick up his trousers and sneakily felt my crotch, pawing my erection through the fabric of my trousers.

"I knew you'd get excited, I could tell. You're my bitch now and don't think this wipes out your debt. I'll tell you know we're going to be in here tomorrow at the same time and as well as repeating this I am going to power you to lick my arse. So I'll leave it with you, be here and that happens, don't and everyone finds out about what you're like. And I don't just mean your expenses (as he waved the camera at me)."

He left the toilet first, leaving me on my knees contemplating what had happened and my reactions to it. Eventually I stood up and faced the mirror. I was a mess, appearance wise and mentally – what had I done? I gulped down large mouthfuls of tap water trying to lose the taste of sperm but failing.

That night I let on nothing to Julie but she sensed something was wrong with me and we had a quiet night. As I lay in bed, my wife fast arelax I could not escape the image of me delivering a blow job to the man who once lusted after her, the offense I felt, and also the feelings of pleasure and excitement that I could not explain. The image of Roger's hairy arse also figured highly in my thoughts and although I tried to convince myself that there was no way I would lick it, I knew exactly what I would be doing tomorrow after work.

The next day was a blur to me. I couldn't concentrate, made simple mistakes and could not bring myself to even look at Roger. He by contrast was ebullient, making jokes in the office and generally being unusually merry. Around two thirty he cornered me at the water cooler.

"Been avoiding me Simon? Funny, you seemed to be getting to know me intimately yesterday. Still prepared to do my bidding tonight?"

I nodded ***ly, totally unsure as to what I should do.

"Good. Now here's the thing, lets make it a bit more exciting shall we? I want you to head to the disared toilet at five to six, once you are there I want you to strip naked, pile your clothes up neatly in the corner , hang this around your neck (handing me a piece of paper and string) and kneel on the floor. Do not lock the door."

I looked at the sign, it read "I AM A WORTHLESS COCKSUCKER" in thick black writing and had string passed through the punch holes.

I shook my head weakly but before I could refuse to do it, he reminded me of the evidence he possessed as to my cheating the company and the pictures he had taken last night as I had sucked his cock. He left me there saying, "We both know you'll do the right thing, besides remember how excited you got last evening."

He was right, by five past six that night I was naked and on my knees with the sign hung around my neck waiting for the door handle to crack downwards and Roger to enter. I had been like that for ten minutes now and I cursed Roger for making me wait – I also cursed myself for doing this, how pathetic was I? Then I heard steps approaching in the corridor and heard whistling. God, Roger never whistled. What if it wasn't him? What if it was someone else in the company? What if…..

The handle snapped down and into the small room stepped Roger, he flashed me another crocodile smile and snapped a few pictures of me kneeling there in the nude with that sign around my neck. He locked the door behind him and his first act was to bend down and grope my exposed cock and balls, squeezing them in his hand until they reacted and my cock twitched under his touch. He smiled again and stripped off his suit and under garments until he stood in his naked glory before me. He was well put together for his age, if a little flabby but the over riding thought I had was how hairy he was. It was all over him, his arms, legs, chest, back and arse. And it was his arse I had a close up view right then as he bent forward, holding onto the door and reversed his big, hairy arse towards me to do the needful.

I felt sick yet unmistakably there was further twitching in my groin, good grief I was turned on by this!

"Come on Bitch, get that tongue of yours working. What's wrong? You're not usually so quiet, you're usually such a cocky little bastard. Come on get on with it."

I closed my eyes, my face red with shame and offense but my groin stirring with excitement and tentatively extended my tongue and licked the rough and hairy skin of Roger's ass. I gave it a few laps with my tongue and hope that would please him but he shifted his legs apart, reached around grabbed the back of my head and forcibly pushed my face deep into ass crack and told me in no uncertain terms to "get that tongue of mine working harder."

The smell of manhood and sweat was overpowering, though to my relief it appeared he had cleaned his asshole prior to this so it wasn't quite the nauseating experience I dreaded. But still as my tongue began to probe his tight, puckered asshole I could barely comprehend what this man was making me do. Just days ago I had thought of him as nothing, a blip on my radar, a nobody who I was so superior to. Yet here I was rimming his asshole and from my cock's reactions I was getting off on doing it. He evidently was as well as I could literally feel his skin stretch and tighten between his asshole and scrotum and I licked it and I sensed he had a huge erection from what we were doing.

After giving this rimjob for at least ten minutes, Roger pulled his ass off my tongue and whirled round, clearly on the verge of cumming. I opened my mouth automatically, expecting him to want me to dink his juice again but he had other plans. He pulled back on his cock and directed a thick stream of white cum over my face, he pumped continuously and emptied his balls load over me. Splashing trails into my eyes, onto my nose, lips, hair, everywhere covering me in his cum.

"Stay like that Bitch."

He fumred in his pile of clothes to produce his camera and take a string of photos of me kneeling my face covered in cum, no doubt to add to his collection. I just knelt there, feeling impotent in his power but my own cock very obviously erect in the pictures of me acting as his cum dump.

"Stand up, I want to see your pathetic effort" he ordered.

Worryingly I was becoming ever more obedient to Roger and starting to forget that I was only doing this because he was blackmailing me. Increasingly I was doing it because he told me to and I was feeling more and more subservient to him, I stood before stark naked, with his sticky cum plastered all over my features and my cock hard and erect pointing at him. He reached over and gave my balls a grope and made a few condescending remarks about the size (lack of) of my cock and told me that he wanted to watch me masturbate for him.

Somewhat self conscious of my predicament I may have been but there was no hesitation in me reaching down and gripping my member and furiously pumping it with my hand. I closed my eyes as I quickly came to climax but Roger ordered me to open them and look at him and to shoot my load onto the shiny floor. I came furiously, not nearly the load that Roger had ejaculated but a lot for me. I fired it in strings onto the floor and onto the door until I stood, spent with a limp dick in my hand.

Roger reached down and picked up my boxer shorts and wiped his messy cock clean on them, as he did so he told me matter of factly to clean my mess up. I moved to get a paper towel only to be ordered to use only my mouth to clean it up. I flashed him a glance of "What?????"

"Something wrong Bitch? Your tongue's done worse today hasn't it? Get on with it and when you lick it up keep it in your mouth. Don't swallow it until I say so."

So I got down onto my hands and knees and traced my tongue over the trails of semen I had spurted over the toilet while Roger calmly got dressed. I licked the surface of the floor and up the door until I felt I had captured it all then knelt before Roger with a mouthful of cum and my face splattered with his cum, like a dog begging in front of it's master. He pushed my mouth open so he could see the load my mouth held. He leaned down and spat into my mouth and told me to swallow. I did, tasting myself for the first time.

He told me to get dressed as he moved to leave and left me with these comments "Tomorrow's Friday, if you do as I say tomorrow then I will hand over my file and my pictures, you'll have bought me off. In saying that at six tomorrow night I will expect you to be stretched over the Boardroom table, stark naked and arse in the air", he paused then said "Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?"

I nearly called in sick the next day I didn't know what to do or really how I felt and maybe ignoring the problem would make it go away. Julie knew something was up but I couldn't let her know and really it was her that convinced me to go in the next day, if I could go through with it, let Roger do what he wanted, have his fun with me then I would get the evidence and destroy it. Julie would never know and life could go back to normal. Yes, I really was that naïve (or dumb).

But as scary as the situation was to me, it confused me as well. I had never had any thoughts that I may be gay and yet when Roger had had me do those things to him in the toilet I had been turned on. I had been excited by what I was doing and may try to deny it but the truth was that there was a part of me that was aroused by what Roger had planned for me. God, I was confused.

So I made it into work and sat like a zombie at my desk most of the day. Roger ignored me largely but around three in the afternoon he whisper to me the following instruction " At the time I said I want to enter the Boardroom and find you stripped naked and stretched across the table facing away from the door, I'll knock twice before I come in and if I don't find you in that position then I am going to hand over that folder. Understand? Good, be seeing you" and with that he took a quick grope of my groin and moved on.

This night everyone went home a bit earlier and the cleaners were in and out earlier to so the place was deserted as I walked into the Boardroom. It was quite a large room and when you entered you were greeted by wall lined with soft chairs and a small table with coffee and accessories, to the left was a large wooden table surrounded by twelve chairs where meetings tended to take place. The wall was lined by a window that looked out the twelfth floor of our office building.

I took a big gulp and peeled off all of my clothes, my heart hammering like a drum I then stretched over the width of the table with my back to the door and gripped the far side with my fingers and awaited the knock. I can't deny that my cock was hard in anticipation.

After a short while I heard two loud knocks on the door and the door being pushed open. They made me jump, coming as they did in the silence of the deserted office space (and the certain knowledge of what would soon follow). I heard him walking behind me and as instructed I kept myself bent over the table, not looking back, unsure if I could look Roger in the eye. Of course it struck me that Roger may be setting me up, maybe it wasn't him back there. But then who would it be. And, yes, I was excited and turned on by this. I knew that even as my stiffening cock strained against the edge of the table.

It was Roger though, back there. He said "Good" as he got behind me and I felt his hand trace the curves of my arse before spanking it twice as if I were a naughty young he had to discipline, indeed, that was how I felt in Roger's presence now. I heard him unzipping and dropping his trousers and closed my eyes in preparation for my penetration. I was concerned, I mean I had never been taken anally in any shape or form previously and Roger, as my mouth could testify, had a long and thick cock. The thought of that thing inside me was not without worry. But increasingly I wanted to experience it, I wanted the evidence back but more than that I was curious and also felt that I needed to please Roger.

I was shocked from my thoughts as I felt a slippery finger slide across my backside (at least he had used plenty of lube), it moved inexorably towards my sphincter and once there easily pushed passed resisting muscle to penetrate me and prod roughly inside me. I gave a low moan of pleasure and felt him send a second finger up next to the first to loosen me up a bit more. It was good, exciting and a turn on for me to be taken like this and then I felt the large tip of his cock's helmet nudge against my asshole.

He was surprisingly gentle with me, slowly easing my buttocks apart and easing his cock into me until it was in past the helmet. God it was too large to be up there and I felt it would soon burst through into my stomach as he eased it deeper and deeper with gentle thrusts until he informed me that he was "balls deep inside you Bitch." Then he began to fuck me. He was rough and relentless, shuddering into me hard and fast with no heed of my cries of astonishment and pain (and pleasure). He took a handful of my hair and pulled myself back onto him as he impaled me and thrust powerfully inside me. I was lost in the intensity of it all otherwise maybe I would have heard the door open. But I didn't.

About then he got much more vocal with me.

"Good you're enjoying that aren't you bitch? You love it in your arse don't you?"

"Yes" I cried in agreement.

"You're my Bitch now aren't you? You're my cocksucking fag eh? Come on tell me what you are? I want you to scream it for me."

"Yes. Ye-es. I'm your Bitch, your cocksucking Bitch. Master. Yes. Ugh! Yes. Fuck me. Yes."

All at once he came inside me filling my distended anus with his hot sticky fluid until he pulled out and I felt it dribble down my thighs. As he pulled out of me I caught a movement to my right and looked around to find myself staring into the eyes of Julie, my lovely wife. There were tears in her eyes as she watched the scene before her unfold.

I slid off the table and landed, kneeling at Roger's feet his now semi-erect dick inches from my mouth and covered in the detritus of what he had plunged into inside me mixed with the lube. Roger laughed and spoke directly to me, ignoring Julie "I took the trouble of inviting your wife over to see what we've been up to when you've been late home these last few days. Aren't you glad she saw that you are now my Bitch? Come on show how grateful you are to me by sucking me nice and clean."

I looked again at my wife and wanted to go to her and assure her I had been blackmailed into this but the truth was I wanted more to suck his cock, I wanted to be his Bitch and he to be my Master so I opened my mouth and engulfed his cock as I heard Julie slam the door on me and my previous life. Roger standing over me just chuckled and became hard once more at my oral ministrations.

After my wife had discovered me being fucked by Roger and submissively sucking his cock on order she had stormed home packed her bags and went to her sisters for a fortnight. It was a full three days before she answered my phone calls and I tried to explain my actions to her. It wasn't easy but eventually she agreed to return to our home to at least live but I was deservedly banished to our guest bedroom.

Meanwhile, at work Roger laid off me. Yes, he was constantly there and giving me knowing grins and smiles but he made no more demands that I service him in any way sexually at work and, in fact, made no mention of that Friday in the Boardroom where he made me his bitch. I figured that he had made his point. He had humiliated me and reduced me to a state where I would rather suck his cock than comfort my loving wife. He had brought me to this and I thought that having achieved that he was happy and he would move on. He had gained revenge on me for usurping him in the office and on Julie for going with me rather than him and that was an end of it. I was relieved, I wanted to fight to save my marriage and put all this behind me but I can't deny there was a part of me disappointed, a craving that Roger's treatment of me over the past few weeks had awakened in me, a craving for cock. I tried hard to repress it.

As could be imagined things were difficult between Julie and myself and it was with a heavy heart that I set off on a week long trip some three weeks after her return to our home. I wasn't out of the office normally for too long but this trip had been planned months in advance so I had to go and found myself trudging up our front path at nearly nine at night on the Friday after an exhausting week.

When I opened the front door I knew something was different, I could sense it in the air. I shut the door and dropped my cases in the hall, glimpsed my blonde hair passing the hall mirror and headed straight for the lounge. There was nobody there, but there had been and recently by the look of the two wine glasses and discarded bottles that littered the coffee table carelessly. A low constant thudding noise registered in my hearing from above and I hurried to the staircase afraid of what I would discover upstairs and, I guess, on some level knowing.

I stalled in the entrance to the master bedroom and was at once appalled and unable to look away from the sight that greeted me. My wife lay on her back across the width of the bed, naked and her long legs spread as wide as you can imagine, her hair fanned out on the white bedclothes behind her, her pert breasts rippling with the power she was being fucked with. There between her legs was Roger, his older, muscular frame shown in shadow and light as he thrust into her to match her moans of undoubted pleasure.

I stood there dumbfounded for what seemed like an eternity watching him satisfy my wife. Watching his slick, erect penis slide backwards and forwards into her as they rutted oblivious to my presence. Not for long oblivious though as Roger looked up and met my gaze, holding it as he continued to fuck Julie. I was frozen under his stare and could only drop my gaze submissively as he looked contemptuously at me. He stopped fucking Julie and she turned to see what had halted his barrage but she barely registered my presence, just a smile that I couldn't quite make out. She lay there, her legs still akimbo as Roger spoke to me.

His greeting was humiliating to me in the extreme "Well look at this! If it isn't my little bitch, back from work."

I started to stammer a reply of sorts but he cut me off.

"Shut up. I want you to get undressed and get over there (pointing to a spot on the far side of the bed so I would be just yard from Julie's head). I'll allow you the luxury of masturbating while I drill your wife's ass."

I should have resisted, I should have shouted at him or even physically tackled him and thrown him out. But I didn't, all I did in defiance of his command was to stand still and hesitate. Not a very strong reaction, I know. He seized on that hesitation and began to menacingly threaten me as I cowered in the doorway and my wife lay obviously satisfied on the bed.

"Listen Simon, you stupid little Bitch. You don't seem to have grasped the situation so let me spell it out for you. Either you do as I say and strip off and get down on your knees over there with your pathetic little cock in your hand or believe me I'll finish your career and your marriage in the next 24 hours. Besides you want to please your Master don't you?"

The two of them watched me curiously as I stripped naked before them. Embarrassingly I was hard, I didn't know whether it had been watching them or being spoken to like that which had turned me on so much, but there was little doubt the two of them noticed how my body had reacted to finding them and being made to obey Roger. God, I even got to my knees of my own accord and crawled over to where he had bidden me, when I reached it I looked up and found Julie rolling over to her front and staring straight at me. I couldn't hold her gaze. I was confused how had this all happened? What did it mean? I had little time to contemplate as Roger had obviously slid his penis into her arsehole (I had never had anal sex with her!) and slowly began to jog her back and forwards, her face contorting in a pleasure/pain grimace. Unthinkingly, I reached down with my right hand and gripped my hard cock and began to run my hand over it.

I couldn't tell you how long we were like that, me masturbating furiously while my wife was sodomised in front of me by my Master, time seemed to have no meaning and it was only as I felt my hot seed spill into my hand that I came somewhat to my senses. I knelt there, no doubt a pathetic image, cum dripping through my fingers as Roger and Julie's lovemaking became more noisy and erratic in movement and he vocally told her (and me) he was cuming. He didn't withdraw and obviously spunked his load inside my wife's sphincter. Her face fell into the sheets and he flopped atop her and the scene was silent for a moment.

Roger looked up grinning wildly at me. I imagine that he derived as much pleasure from what he had just ordered me to watch as when I had sucked his cock, licked his arse and allowed him to fuck me previously. He spoke in his controlled work voice.

"Simon, I want you to crawl over here and suck my cock clean, then you can take my cum from Julie's arsehole."

Obscene, repellent and to the point. Nevertheless, I was immediately crawling around the bed towards him intent on his masterful penis. I was his and all three of us knew it. What I didn't know yet was where Julie stood (or lay currently) in this. She was however, making no objections so far.

I gobred greedily on his softening member, taking it fully into my mouth and working my tongue over it as I had done previously. I could tell he was pleased that I was doing as he ordered and from the corner of my eye I could see a self-satisfied smile forming on my wife's face as she looked over her shoulder. This cock had been buried deep in my wife's arsehole seconds before and bore the evidence of that but yet I still licked at it reverentially.

I had barely begun servicing him orally when he pulled his already re-stiffening cock from my mouth and turned my head around to face my wife's arse. A thin trail of his cum was already leaking out of her and he guided my head towards it knowing that I would do as he instructed. With her body still crushed to the sheets she eased her legs further apart, proffering me easier access to my site. My tongue, fresh from engulfing Roger's penis, now snaked out and caught the end of the trail of cum before it escaped her body completely and in one fluid motion I ran my tongue up the crack of her arse right to the puckered pink hole that it originated from.

Julie gave a low groan of pleasure as my tongue probed her most intimate hole, seeking more of Roger's sperm and gathering it into my waiting mouth. Roger was behind me holding my head but he need not worry of me withdrawing, I was too caught up in the moment, whatever the circumstances. But it was over too soon, Julie was happy enough with her treatment and inched forward and off the bed, giving just an explanation of "I'm going to take a shower, OK?"

The worrying thing was it was directed at Roger, as was her glance, I might as well have not been in the room.

I watched her svelte, naked, sweaty body leave the room and felt Roger's finger on my chin, tilting it upwards so I looked up towards his mocking face.

"As you can see I've re-acquainted myself with your wife and she and I have decided that I should move in. I felt sure you wouldn't mind."

I did, and I wanted to tell 'no, get out' but the proximity of his stiffening cock to my mouth reminded me of my presentation.

He continued as the tip of his long cock bobbed against my lips and I discretely began to run my tongue over it.

"We're going to move you into the spare room permanently, for now at least, if you fail to please us then maybe we'll kick you out altogether understand?"

I nodded, his cock slipping into my mouth again.

"I thought, with you away for the week, I would take the chance to apologise to Julie for that scene in the boardroom. It didn't take long for me to show her intimately how easy it had been for you to succumb to my long, hard penis. She's in entire agreement with how we treat you. If you behave like my bitch, you'll be treated like it. You'll go to work as normal but once you're back here you'll do exactly what I tell you. I'll decide what pleasures you are allowed from now on, when you masturbate, when you fuck, who you fuck, who you suck and who fucks you. If you do well, you can stay and I'm sure we'll all be satisfied with the arrangement."

Before I could speak Julie emerged from the bathroom her naked body glistening from a hot shower and leaned against the doorframe looking down at me like I was something she had stepped in.

"When I saw you being fucked by Roger that night and learned that you had been cheating on me, and worse still with a man, I knew our marriage was over I could never love you again. I needed a real man," she wrapped her hands around Roger and kissed him "and I've found one, though heaven knows why he wants to keep you."

Roger returned her kiss and fondled her breasts as well before looking at me and answering "Oh I've got great plans for him my dear."

I spent that first night in the spare room, it had been shorn of all furniture and decorations save for the bed, and as I lay unrelaxing on it considering all that had happened to us I could hear the springs in the master bedroom squeaking from my Master and wife's sexual exertions. Part of me wanted to rise up and stand up to this, I wasn't in the wrong here. Was I? But yet my feelings of presentation to Roger were stronger. I guess they had lain dormant inside me until he had awakened them and now they were rampant. I was becoming addicted to him treating me like this (and Julie now too). I decided to accept the situation as it stood for just now after all I could change it later if I wanted, couldn't I?

In that first month Roger broke me down, mentally more than physically, but whichever I was soon his fuck puppet, submissive and compliant to all his demands. Soon my mind, body and soul were his to command. He never told me what his great plans for me were and I just slipped further under his control.

The worst and most humiliating time was when a month after discovering them together, Julie and Roger invited Julie's friends, Lynn and Kaye over for an evening meal.

Lynn and Kaye had gone to college with Julie and had remained friends with her after. They were lesbians and from the moment we had met I had never got on with them. Actually, that's probably unfair to me. To be correct they had never liked me. I think they resented my marrying Julie and taking her away from them socially as they had been big pals up to that point. Since our marriage my relations with Lynn and Kaye had gone steadily down hill, they liked to look down their noses at me and thought themselves so superior. I had tried to keep the peace for Julie's sake (she was aware of our mutual antipathy but very much favoured my side as my wife should) but our last couple of meetings had degenerated to pretty petty levels of either ignoring each other or even a bit of name calling. Frankly, they did not like me and I felt much the same about them.

In saying all that, however, I could hardly deny that both were good looking women. They were in their late twenties and Lynn was petite brunette with a boyish short haircut and very young face. Despite a slim, attractive figure she persisted in wearing dull, unflattering clothing that seemed designed to hide as much as possible. I don't believe I had ever seen her in a skirt before. Kaye was a polar opposite to her partner. She was a tall, stunning blonde and wore some of the most outrageous outfits I had ever seen. Kaye seemed, in particular, to dislike me.

So when the doorbell rang that Friday night I was pretty apprehensive of answering it. This would be the first time they had visited Julie since our domestic arrangements had changed so drastically. I had knelt sucking Roger off in the living room as my wife told them all about it in a two hour telephone conversation earlier in the week, grimacing as I listened to her recount the gory details and the cackles that we could hear in the earpiece. I approached the door with a degree of trepidation, especially as I could hear Julie and Roger snickering behind me. They had, you see, bought and powerd me to wear, a tiny little, frilly French maids outfit, complete with tight bustier and a micro black and white skirt. With my slim frame I fitted it almost too well. I didn't think I could open the door but somehow I managed and the night only got worse from that point forward.

I opened the door to them and found immediately that I couldn't bare to meet their eyes. While I have no doubt they believed every word that Julie related to them over the phone the physical evidence of me standing, dressed like this, admitting them into our house must have been quite the shock for them. That shock did not last long.

"Well don't you look sexy Simon?" screeched Kaye as she flipped the front of my maid's skirt to confirm whether I had anything on underneath. I didn't and she was quick to inform everybody.

"Christ what a tiddler, no wonder you went for another man Julie" she shouted to a smiling Julie and Roger in the corridor. Lynn followed Kay into the hallway and I meekly took their coats, this was going to be a long night.

It rapidly turned into the most embarrassing and humiliating evening of my life, yet it would be incorrect to say that I was not turned on by much of it. My excitement at such treatment had been nurtured by Roger over the past few weeks and that night it took full flight.

I was made to serve the four of them with their evening meal and later to keep their wines glasses topped up. Throughout I was the topic of conversation and it became evident that both Julie's friends approved of the new man in her life, especially in comparimister to me. They moved through to the living room and I knelt beside the sofa as they got progressively more takes and obnoxious. The comments made to and about me were enough to make a whore blush and all four were relishing my embarrassment. After so much holy water talk turned particularly to sex and the three girls goaded Roger into demonstrating in front of them how much of bitch I was. He gave a big smile, stood in the centre of the room and beckoned me over.

"Bitch! I am fed up with your outfit strip it off" I gave a slight nod and peeled the tight top and skirt off so I stood completely naked before them. Hoots of derision reached me from the college friends on the sofa.

"Undress me Bitch" , he commanded.

Unquestioningly I began to take off his suit and trousers and eventually I finally removed his silk boxer shorts so that he stood equally nude in front of me. The girls, fuelled by take and contempt, urged him to use me. He needed little encouragement.

"Get me hard, Bitch. You know how I like it."

My mouth found the safe familiarity of his penis and gulped it in, my face burning with shame at so eagerly sucking him in front of my wife and her friends and, as usual, getting an erection about it myself. From the sounds emanating from the sofa they were really getting into it and indeed when I as able to glance in their direction I saw all three were losing clothing pretty easily and hands seemed to be roaming freely.

I guess to impress his new audience, Roger was particularly rough on my mouth that night but that didn't stop me enjoying it or enjoying my offense. His long dick slipped easily along the length of my tongue and soon was banging into the back wall of my throat. He enjoyed being deep throated by me but this time he thrust himself into me with extra power and I struggled initially to match his strokes. I think he was showing off for the girls, whatever, after this night they would definitely see me as little more than his bitch.

"Cum on his face Roger," encouraged Kaye, clearly desperate to see me humred before them, funny thing was I wanted him to do that to me probably more than she did.

He continued to fuck my face for some minutes then I felt the familiar pulsing of his dick inside me and this time he pulled it from my gasping mouth and fired a long stream of cum over me, I knelt there taking it, allowing it to course from my forehead and stream down my nose towards my lips. I heard all three women cheer and laugh as he painted me in his white coating.

Lynn spoke in her cultured, though slurring voice "Why don't you show us how you bugger the little wimp in your Boardroom, Roger. We want to see that, don't we girls!"

The request was greeted with a cheer and with cum still dripping down my face he rolled me over and placed me face down on the coffee table. He addressed his increasingly inebriated audience.

"You know what girls, as eager as I am to fuck the little bitch senseless for your entertainment, I'm a bit spent for the moment, perhaps Julie you can get me hard again" my wife gave him a big smile and pursed her lips suggestively at him.

"In the meantime, Kaye, Julie told me about your feelings for my little bitch Simon so we thought you might like to fuck him as well" and my horror at hearing these words was only magnified as he lifted a giant, black, strap-on dildo from a bag by the side of the sofa.

The girls again erupted in squeals of laughter and excitement and I was left in no doubt that Kaye would be more than delighted to do as Roger suggested.

In the month or so since Roger had turned me into the cock sucking wimp I am now proud to be he had stretched my arsehole on a number of occasions with his lengthy prick, but it wasn't as thick as all that, this dildo however, looked, and as I soon discovered, was extremely wide and as Kaye lifted her short skirt and pulled the straps around her legs and waist I gripped the edge of the table trying to prepare myself for her. I could not imagine she would be gentle with me.

She ran her fingernails over my small but hard dick amused by my state of arousal, "Look at that, the bitch is excited about his Mistress Kaye buggering him. Aren't you?" I gave no answer so she immediately dug her nails into my balls, "Answer me bitch! Tell me how much you want me to fuck you!"

"Aaargh!" I yelped. "Yes.Yes. Please fuck me Mistress Kaye. Please."

I strode purposefully and confidently through the open plan office. It was a bright sunny day and I whistled with glee as I wound my way through the desks towards my office. Stopping with my hand on the handle to my door I turned as if I had just remembered something and looked towards where Roger sat shuffling papers at his desk. He seemed to visibly cringe as he realised I was staring at him. God, this felt good, having power over him now after he had for so long subjugated me.

"Roger, my office in five minutes. I've got something I want you to do. OK?"

It wasn't a question, and we both knew it.

I sat down behind my desk, which used to be Mr. Thompmister's until I had deposed him and leaned back in my relining office chair, hands clasped easily behind my head. A big, cheesy grin played across my face as I contemplated what had happened and how I had turned things around. But my contemplation was interrupted by a timid knock at my door. Ah, Roger had arrived. I left him hanging for a minute until he knocked again, whereupon I pulled the door open and snarled at him.

"I heard you the first time. Do you think I'm deaf?"

"No, sir. Sorry, sir" he stammered weakly.

This four words brought an even bigger smile to my face. I was going to really enjoy this.

"Come I then and close the door behind you".

I watched as he turned and shut my door and heard the distinctive snick as he turned the lock on the door. As he turned back to face me I appraised him, seeing with almost pride the change in his demeanour since I had turned the tables on him. He was transformed in just a few short weeks from a bullying, dominant older man who powerd me to love the taste of his thick cock to a weak-willed submissive that I could tell to do anything I wanted. And I loved it!

"Get naked Bitch (I especially enjoyed using his pet name for me to humiliate him).

"Yes Sir."

He knew better than to disobey me now.

I watched him cast aside his suit and still admired his firm body, very good for his age and one that until so recently I had been powerd to (and often glad to) serve. His strong arms, his taut stomach and his thick dick, currently flaccid, hanging between his legs. He tossed his clothes onto the couch in my office and I beckoned him to come closer.

"Roger, I want you to go and unlock the door. Let's allow a little risk here shall we."

He turned shamefaced from my instruction, aware I had found him out and slunk back to my door and unlocked it with a satisfying click. Now anybody in the firm could walk in!

I stood up behind my desk to, firstly, demonstrate to him the large ridge that jutted from my crotch under my trousers , and secondly, to usher him in before me and press my hands on his shoulders and power him to his knees beneath my desk. Once in position I unzipped my trousers and allowed my throbbing erection to bounce out and smack Roger on his forehead before stuffing it into his willing, waiting mouth. As he began to suck enthusiastically at me I pressed the intercom on my desk.

"Uh, Miss Laing could you come in here for a moment?"

Louise Laing, my new 19 year old permisteral secretary, a leggy blonde that seemed to have a wardrobe consisting entirely of micro-mini skirts and tight blouses. She entered and sat on the other side of my desk, Roger's cock sucking shielded by only a thick wooden vanity board under my table. Whether she heard the soft sucking noise coming form my crotch or saw the pile of clothing in the corner I don't know but I like to think she did. I dictated a short letter and gave her a winning smile as she rose. I thought that soon I would ask her to accompany me on a business dinner and have my way with the dirty bitch. After all it was a long time since my cock had penetrated female orifices since my wife cuckolded me.

Ah, my wife Julie. The woman who I had loved and who I had betrayed with Roger and who had then joined him in my offense. Right after turning over my position with Roger I had kicked her out of our family home. She had moved in with her lesbian friends Kay and Lynn and to my eternal glee she had managed to split them up and was now shacked up with that vindictive bitch Kaye. Ah, life was indeed sweet!

So sweet that I was feeling my cum boil inside my bloated testicles and as Louise closed the door behind her I reached under the desk to keep Roger's mouth atop my cock and peered down to see him close his eyes and gulp a large mouthful of my cum down as felt myself spurt fiercely down his waiting throat.

Before he had swallowed the load I hauled him to his feet and manhandled over my desk, his firm arse thrust up and gave him six hard spanks, enjoying the red marks that appeared on his skin. I dragged him from there over to the couch and sat upon it, my legs apart and had him kneel between my knees and slowly masturbate me back to hardness.

"Park your ass on top of that Bitch" I instructed him, "I'm gonna fuck you senseless".

Roger obediently clambered atop me and placing him hands on my shoulders he wriggled himself atop my hard cock and slowly as I closed my eyes he began to rock back and forth atop me, back and forth, back and forth……

Suddenly a palm exploded on my cheek.

"Wake up Bitch, you're wet dreaming again and I've got so much fun lined up for us."

Through bleary, tired eyes I blinked up into Roger's cold, mocking eyes, Slowly it all came back to me. It had all been a dream, just what I was wanting to happen, not what was really happening. The reality was that I was still well and truly Roger and Julie's bitch, doing whatever they demanded whenever they demanded it. Right now I was on a plane crossing the country to a sales conference held in a four star hotel. My companions, Roger and Mr. Thompmister, my fellow tormentor from work.

As I came further awake I took in my surroundings, although it was pretty late at night Roger's harsh urgent voice had caught the attention of many of our nearby passengers, they strained to see who he was addressing as 'Bitch'. I felt my cheeks burn with shame as I weakly nodded and allowed him to take me by the hand and drag me behind him down one of the aisles. We barged past Kirsty, a real hot stewardess who had definitely been giving me the eye as we had boarded the plane and had found reamisters to chat to me twice already on the trip, which I could see had annoyed my Master. He led me on to the front of the plane and opened the door to a toilet cubicle and almost flung me to my knees inside. I knelt humiliated at his knees.

"Unzip me you piece of cuckolds brownie!"

Trembling I did as instructed allowing his huge erection out and into my face. A sharp tug to my blonde hair powerd my mouth open and Roger wasted no time in ramming his thick slab of cock into me and starting to pump it relentlessly in and out of my gasping mouth. He was angry I could tell, maybe he had an inkling of what I had been dreaming of, I don't know but he had never been this rough with me before (and he had been harsh before), the thing is I loved it, more than ever before I was turned on. I felt my own cock strain against cloth at my crotch and felt so dirty and nasty at being turned on at being treated like a piece of cuckolds brownie whore by this man.

This couldn't last long and it didn't. Just as I felt Roger's hairy balls bounce against my chin, he pulled out from my mouth and still holding my head by my hair he directed a thick stream of his cum all over my face. Two streaks of cum came down from each eye, down each cheek and pooled together on my lips. Snarling he bent down to address me.

"You'll fucking leave that facial on when you go back to our chairs. Once you're there you'll call your little stewardess girlfriend over, say you've spilt something on your face and when she asks what, you'd fucking better exactly what that is. Understand?"

I could do little but nod and agree. Roger left the tiny cubicle first, making a show of zipping up his flies as he exited the room. I followed immediately after him , dishevelled, out of breath and my face splattered with his cum. Through restricted vision I followed him back to our seats, knowing that anyone who had watched us must surely know what had occurred in that cubicle. Finally, we made it back to our seats and I received a sly, knowing wink from Mr. Thompmister as I sat back down between him and Roger. Then with trepidation in my actions I indicated to Kirsty that I required her attention.

She sashayed over beautifully, her long, dark hair neatly bundled under her cute little cap. She had a massive pair of breasts and they were displayed wonderfully in the tiny jacket she wore and as she approached she smile and asked how she could help.

"Can I have a tissue please, I've got something on my face I need to wipe off."

She came closer, peered at my face inquisitively.

"No problem, what is it?"

Without missing a heartbeat I told her.

"It's my Master's cum" as I said that I felt Roger's hand snake over the arm rest and begin to fondle my still hard crotch. This time he spoke to the shocked stewardess.

"Actually dear, cancel that last request, my bitch can wear my cum until we land. OK?"

Disgusted she marched off no doubt to tell the other stewardesses of what had transpired. I just sank back into my seat. Roger and Thompmister shared a laugh.

The rest of the flight was a blur to me. I could not find relax again and had the constant feeling of drying cum on my face. I felt every face in the plane was looking at me and despite desperately needing to visit the bathroom I could not bring myself to rise from my seat and expose myself to the scorn of my fellow passengers, whether real or imaginary. So it was some relief that we arrived at the airport and sped through it, reaching out hotel midday that Monday afternoon.

The conference we were at was an annual one but it was the first time that I had attended as I tended to view it as a bit of a waste of time in the past, instead concentrating on working. This year I didn't have a choice. Roger told me in no uncertain terms that I would be expected to attend alongside him and Ron Thompmister. We booked in to our adjoining rooms and I was glad to shut the door and collapse on my bed. I lay face down on the large hotel bed and almost sobbed as I felt the crust on my face break off. They had made me leave it on my face the whole journey. I undressed and quickly fell arelax atop my bed, tired from the activities of my night journey.

Once again I came awake to a slap from Roger, this time as he hauled my bedcover to expose my naked ness to both himself and Ron . They had looks on their faces that suggested I was about to sate their carnal desires. I managed to turn my head to look at the alarm clock and see it was five o'clock in the afternoon. I had slept for three hours.

"Rise and shine relaxyhead, we've got plenty of work for you" taunted Ron as he hovered over me as I tumred at their feet on the floor, he was stout man with a stout dick that I had serviced a good few times since Roger had set me up with him in his office.

"But first we've got a treat for you Bitch, get on your hands and knees" , Roger demanded of me and I followed his instructions to the letter.

Once in position their motives became clear as each unzipped their hefty cocks and Ron stuffed his man meat into my mouth as Roger eased his into my arsehole. Although I had taken both men's cocks in my holes before I had never done both of them at the same time. I would be lying to say that I was not turned on as they spit roasted me and quickly found a pattern to their thrusts so that as my face was thrust back so were my thighs and then Roger thrust forward into my ass. I was still slightly out of it from my trip and being so rudely awakened and it took me a moment to realise that Roger was talking on his mobile telephone.

"Hi Darling, just called to let you know we arrived safely. Yes, I initiated the Bitch's mouth into the mile high club on the flight. Yes, he loved it. As a matter of fact right now me and Ron are giving it to him hard in his mouth and ass. I will. See you when we get back Friday night."

"That was Julie, your darling wife, she says hi and that I should spank your ass for her."

He did just that slapping my ass ten times, each time harder than the last. My roasting seemed to go on forever as both men managed to keep from cuming, seemingly for ages. Eventually as I thought they would never quit I felt Roger withdraw his cock from my asshole and shuffled around so that his dirty cock bobbed, hard by my face as I continued to suck Ron off.

"Got space for two in there?" Roger enquired.

Ron paused, his member half way in my mouth and with his finger he cruelly stretched my lips to the side and looked up with a smirk and replied.

"Yeah, we'll fit your 10 incher in there easy, what do you reckon, Bitch?"

I nodded and gagged simultaneously as Roger slid his cock into the space and with both of their cocks in my mouth. I felt myself get even harder myself. God, I really was the slut that they had made me, and I reacted like this to their treatment. My mouth was crammed to overfill and I concentrated on breathing through my nose as their thrusts into my mouth got more and erratic and soon Ron let fly with a thick stream of cum deep in my gullet. Roger came as hard just seconds later and he ordered me to keep the jism in my mouth and show it to them pooled under my tongue. As I did this the two of them slapped their soft, wet cocks against my cheeks contemptuously as they joked at what a whore I was.

They then stood back to enjoy as, under their orders, I tossed my own cock until I came in my hand and then held my sticky hand up to let my cum drip down and into my open, waiting mouth and mix with the heady cocktail that was already in there. Once they were satisfied I had it all I was instructed to gargle it and then let it slide down my throat. I did all this and felt so dirty and nasty.

The conference was pretty large and held annually in this plush hotel. Like most, it was an excuse for salesmen and women to have a good time on their company's expense and then pretend it was a worthwhile exercise that would benefit the company. It would kick off tomorrow for real but most of the delegates had arrived today and I guessed that as the three of us descended from our floor to the bar that there would be a fair number of the others gathered there. I was correct and the place fairly hummed with shop talk. The three of us stood on the threshold of the bar and took in the sounds and smells, thinking about it I really fancied a take right about them. Before I moved into the bar, Roger stopped me.

"Simon, I want you to go over the bar and buy yourself a take, make it a cocktail with one of those little umbrella's in, and sit and take it at the bar. Make sure you sit where we can see you."

Bemused, I nodded and did what he said. As I did that Roger and Ron started to mingle with the crowd and appeared to be handing out something to various people they met. They were regulars at this conference and seemed to know many of the people there. Something was going on and I didn't have a clue what but felt, instinctively that it wouldn't be good news for me. Soon I felt that every eye in the bar was upon me but was I paranoid? Roger, then Ron joined me and we had a few takes in relative silence before Roger suggested we head back upstairs.

They told me to prepare for a meal at nine and after a shower I got my suit out ready for dinner. But before I could dress Roger and Ron came in to my room and told me to stay naked, they then hogtied me so that I was on my knees with my wrists tied to my ankles. I allowed them to do this resigned to whatever my fate was. They tied a collar to the light fitting in the ceiling then snapped it onto a collar which the placed around my neck. Essentially this bondage held me in place below the light and powerless to move my arms or legs.

"This is what we were handing out downstairs" and he held out a small card which I read.

THE EFEMINITE BLONDE GUY AT THE BAR WILL BE OUR BUKKAKE DELEGATE TONIGHT. ROOM 2310 AT NINE.

"You see Simon, it's a tradition at the conference that someone brings a newbie to service us and provide the entertainment on the first night and this year you are the lucky bitch. You're going to stay there as a line of guys and girls come in to see you and jack off on you. Should be fun, no?"

The first knock came at the door exactly at nine and that was followed by a steady stream of people over the next twenty minutes, there were nearly forty guys and five women by the time Roger closed and locked the door.

"Everyone, this is Simon and he's my little Bitch. C'mon Bitch show them your devotion to me and he prodded his hard dick at my face.

In front of this audience I accepted my master's cock into my mouth and he continued to address them.

"Not only have I made him my cock-sucking Bitch but I have also taken his place in his wife's affections and he is now nothing more than our plaything. But tonight he is your TARGET! As per normal you can each take a shot to cover his slut's face with your cum. Ron d'you want to go first?"

He didn't need asking twice and as I continued to suck on Roger's pacifier Ron jerked his hard dick off in my face and quickly shot a thick, creamy load over the right side of my face. I felt shame and offense as it hit my cheek and slowly meandered downwards but it was a turn on as well as an embarrassment. What followed just magnified that forty times as one after another each of the guys stood over me and squeezed out their cum onto my face until by the end my face was nearly obliterated in their cum. Cameras flashed as I knelt there, and Roger took great care using a hotel glass to gather up as much cum from off my face and held it to my lips to take down. And I did all of this without a word of complaint, I now knew my roll in life, any thoughts of revenge were rapidly disappearing as he heaped offense upon offense on me.

Roger actually laid off me pretty much that week, although I still serviced he and Ron's cocks each and every night in the hotel. But the conference was still a terrible humbling experience for me, nearly every delegate seemed to mock me with their eyes. Maybe I was paranoid about it, I couldn't even see half of the men who had cum all over me face let alone recognise them again. Even so I seemed to see knowing smiles and nods everywhere I went that week and I was certainly relieved to be travelling home on the Friday.

The three of us arrived back at our home airport at six thirty - thankfully our journey back was nowhere near as eventful as my dream/nightmare flight out four days earlier. Roger drove Ron back to his home and an hour after landing we parked in our drive. I hadn't spoken to my wife, Julie since the previous Sunday, so I didn't have a clue if she would be home or not to greet us.

"Leave the bags, Bitch. You can get them in the morning. Lets just get inside."

As I led the way up our front stairs I felt Roger's hand grope my ass and I couldn't help trying see that none of our neighbours had seen. He continued roughly fondling my ass cheeks as I struggled to fit the key in the lock, my haste not helping my efforts. I was barely in the door and he was unbuckling my belt and I stood there uncomplaining as he striped first me and then himself.

He ran his hand through my short hair and whispered in my ear.

"Let's have a welcome home fuck eh?, Bitch. I'll bet your hot young wife is waiting in there to see my hard cock return to satisfy her so we'll show her it's in fine form. Come on bend over Bitch."

He pushed me forward and I felt his hands spread my bum cheeks apart and spit on my asshole before inserting his big cock into my, by now used to it, backside. As he began humping me and pulling himself deeper and deeper into me he leaned forward and commanded me to get 'vocal' in my appreciation of his efforts. To tell him how much I enjoyed it and what a Bitch I was. Too tired and defeated to remember my history I just obeyed him.

"Ohhh1 Yes Sir, fuck me. Treat like your Bitch. Yesss!!!!"

"Aaargh! Yes Master fuck me, fuck my ass , it's yours!"

With each thrust we neared the closed sitting room door and as my face came up to it I turned the knob and swung it open and I found myself thrust into the room headfirst while speared fully on Roger's big hard dick.

There was a loud intake of breath and I opened my eyes in shock to be confronted by a packed room. My 'darling' wife at the front with a look on her face that belied the last few weeks of her infidelity to me with Roger. I scanned the room with increasing dread and horror as I recognised each face in turn. Julie. Kaye and Lynn. Our neighbours. My old friends. Julie's friends. My brother and his wife. My sister and her husband. Julie' younger sister. Julie's parents. My mum. My dad. All there, invited by Julie for a 'surprise' party for me I was told by an ecstatic Roger and Julie as I went to bed alone that night.

I was now truly their Bitch.

THE END

- Quelle salope ! Elle prend toute la bouteille dans mister cul.
- Vite, je ne vais pas me retenir plus longtemps, dit une voix en poussant celui qui finissait de se vider dans ma bouche.
Il se retira et je reçu un autre sexe bien odorant pour remplacer celui qui venait de me quitter. La situation, l’odeur, la bouteille, les caresses, le sperme qui descendait dans mon ventre et ce nouveau sexe dans ma bouche avait raimister de moi et c’est une formidable jouissance qui me secoua dans tous les sens.
Pendant plusieurs secondes voir minutes, je ne fus qu’un robot et acceptai tout ce qui se présenta à moi. Lorsqu’à travers mes yeux embués et ma jouissance permanente, je vis que plusieurs hommes avaient rejoint les trois autres et qu’ils faisaient la file pour se vider dans ma bouche, je pu enfin me rendre compte de la situation dans laquelle je venais de me mettre moi-même.
Assise sur le bac de bière, une bouteille coincée à fond dans mon cul et les sexes défilant et se vidant dans ma bouche fut pour moi une réelle révélation de ma nature profonde. Je pouvais donc me comporter comme une vulgaire pute à bar, avec tous les risques et en tirer une fabuleuse jouissance.
Maîtresse Marie aurait-elle découverte ma vraie nature rien qu’en discutant sur Internet avec moi.
Je me posai toutes ces questions alors que, le dernier homme me laissait la bouche pleine de mister sperme et que la bouteille de bière dans mon cul commençait à se faire douloureuse.
Je descendis de la pile de bac et cherchai mon body et mon short. Je trouvai assez rapidement mon short et retirai délicatement la bouteille de bière de mon derrière.
C’est à ce moment, penchée vers l’avant, dans ma main droite la bouteille de bière, que je venais juste de retirer de mon cul et dans la main gauche mon short que, deux mains se posèrent sur mes hanches, qu’un sexe se présenta à l’entrée de mon anus complètement distendu et qu’il me pénétra d’un coup de rein assez vulgare.
Mon cri de surprise et de douleur fut stoppé net, par le spasme de ma respiration, due à cette pénétration vulgare.
- Voilà un petit cul, comme je les aime fis la voix du patron.
Il commença à me ramoner les intestins, mister sexe étant assez volumineux pour me donner une douleur malgré que la bouteille de bière eu élargie mon conduit anal.
La sodomie que je subissais, fit monter en moi une nouvelle jouissance. Je lâchai la bouteille, qui rémisterna sur le carrelage et poussai mon cul vers le sexe qui semblait battre tous les records de vitesse pour me pénétrer.
- C’est que t’aime vraiment cela ! Hein ! Salope !
- Ou… ou…oui,… mon…sieur balbutiais-je à chaque choc de mister pubis sur mes fesses.
- T’en fait pas petite, tu vas en avoir pour ton argent !
Il sembla raffermir ses mains sur ma taille et mister sexe devint dur comme de l’acier et dans un dernier enfoncement, il me maintient contre lui et je pus sentir chacun de ses jets dans mon ventre.
Je perdis toute notion du temps et de l’espace pour sentir mon corps secouer par une jouissance sans précédent.
Lorsque je repris mes esprits, j’étais allongé en chien de fusil sur le carrelage froid et sale du couloir et mon entrejambe humide de ma jouissance et du sperme qui suintait de mon anus distendu.
Je me relevai péniblement et dans un brouillard de larme je cherchai mes vêtements. Je trouvai mon short à côté de moi et mon body dans le local des toilettes, pendu au bord d’un urinoir sale et odorant.
Devant l’unique évier du local, je m’appuyai dessus pour me tenir passablement droite et me regardai dans un miroir presque sans tain et complètement griffé. L’image que me renvoya ce miroir me mis très mal à l’aise car mon visage était ravagé de salive et probablement de sperme. La saleté de mon visage allait de pair avec la saleté du local et j’ouvris le robinet pour me rincer le visage.
Je remis mon short et mon body mais cette fois l’image que me renvoya le miroir était celui d’une vraie salope.
Le pensée que j’eu à cet instant précis est d’espérer que Maîtresse Marie serait fier de moi. Je n’avais évidement aucune photo à lui envoyer.
C’est le derrière meurtri et les mâchoires douloureuses que je revins dans la salle du bistro. Je n’osais regarder permisterne et me dirigeai vers la sortie.
- Héla ! Petite ! Tu n’oublies rien ?
- Je… Je… dis-je en me retournant et regardant le patron du bar
- Tu ne penses quand même pas que je vais t’offrir ton café ?
- Heu… Je… balbutiais-je en retournant vers le comptoir.
Je fis les quelques pas jusqu’au bar sur lequel traînait mon mini sac à dos, dont le contenu était étalé sur le comptoir. Dans un brouillard de larmes et de honte, je cherchai mon porte-monnaie que je trouvai ouvert et vide.
- Je… Je… j’ai plus d’argent, Hoquetais-je
- Ben… je ne vois pas beaucoup de solution pour payer fis le patron, parlant assez fort pour que tout le bistro entende ses paroles.
- Je… Je… Je vais chercher… de l’argent… et viendrai… vous payer, dis-je avec une petite voix de fille prise en faute.
- Donne moi ta carte d’identité fit le patron. Je l’a garde jusqu’au payement.
Puis dans un geste sadique, il prit le bout de papier et lu à haute et forte voix mon nom et mon adresse. J’étais rouge de honte et furieuse en même temps.
- Tu vois petite quand on veut jouer à la pute, il faut le faire totalement, sauf que toi, tu le feras gratuitement. A partir de maintenant… dit-il en laissant en suspend sa phrase.
- Mais… Mais…
- A partir de maintenant tu viendras ici, tous les soirs et tu soulageras ma clientèle. Il faut que le commerce marche. Tu pourras boire autant de café crème que tu veux termina-t-il en rigolant.
Je sortis du bistro en étant obligée de remercier le patron, pour sa gentillesse de bien vouloir, me laisser rentrer chez moi, sans payer mon café.
Je rentrai chez moi et me mis sous la douche toute habillée. Je laissai couler l’eau longtemps sur moi avant de me déshabiller et de me laver au savon.
Je sorti de ma douche et préparai un repas léger, lorsque la misternette de mon appartement retentis.
Complètement magictisée par ce bruit de misternette, je restai à regarder la porte de mon appartement sans aucune réaction. C’est la deuxième misternerie qui me fit sursautée et je me dirigeai vers la porte d’un pas hésitant. Je n’attendais permisterne et je n’étais pas dans une tenue de recevoir des amies ou amis.
- C’est qui ? Demandais-je
- Ouvre salope ! Cria une voix !
Je compris que mon cauchemar n’était pas terminé. De peur qu’il n’ameute mes voisins, j’ouvris la porte et c’est deux noirs qui entrèrent en me poussant. L’un d’eux s’adossa à ma porte et l’autre fit rapidement le tour de mon appartement

Je rentrai chez moi et me mis sous la douche toute habillée. Je laissai couler l'eau longtemps sur moi avant de me déshabiller et de me laver au savon.
Je sorti de ma douche et préparai un repas léger, lorsque la misternette de mon appartement retentis.
Complètement magictisée par ce bruit de misternette, je restai à regarder la porte de mon appartement sans aucune réaction. C'est la deuxième misternerie qui me fit sursautée et je me dirigeai vers la porte d'un pas hésitant. Je n'attendais permisterne et je n'étais pas dans une tenue de recevoir des amies ou amis.
- C'est qui ? Demandais-je
- Ouvre salope ! Cria une voix !
Je compris que mon cauchemar n'était pas terminé. De peur qu'il n'ameute mes voisins, j'ouvris la porte et c'est deux noirs qui entrèrent en me poussant. L'un d'eux s'adossa à ma porte et l'autre fit rapidement le tour de mon appartement. Je remarquai que celui qui s'était adossé à la porte tenait un sac de sport dans sa main gauche et me regardait avec un sourire sadique. Et admiratif en même temps.
Je ne pouvais quitter des yeux ce grand noir qui semblait me déshabiller des yeux. Hypnotisée par mister regard, je ne sentis pas l'autre arrivé derrière moi, prendre le noud de la ceinture, de ma sortie de bain, de le détacher et de tirer vers lui ma sortie de bain qui s'envola dans la pièce.
- Ne bouge surtout pas et laisse toi faire, chuchota le grand noir dans mon oreille.
Il prit mes deux bras et les rejoignis dans mon dos. Avec la ceinture de ma sortie de bain, il lia mes poignets ensemble et me lécha l'oreille droite en disant :
- Je suis sur que, tu vas être bonne toi.
- S'il. S'il vous plait. S'il vous plait, je suis fatiguée. revenez un autre jour. S'il vous plait.
- Un autre jour ! Ma petite pute ! N'y compte même pas.
- Monsieur Jean, le patron du café nous a demandé de faire une vrai petite pute pour lui, déclara le noir appuyé contre ma porte d'entrée, et vu le corps que tu as cela va être un vrai plaisir !
Le noir qui avait attaché mes poignets, se tenait toujours derrière moi et malaxait mes seins en tirant et pinçant mes tétons. A plusieurs reprises, il me lécha le visage en disant que j'avais bon goût pour une pute blanche.
- Au lieu de nous supplier de partir tu vas nous supplier de te baiser ok ! fit le noir dans mon dos
- Je. je.
Il pinça fortement un de mes tétons et répéta sa phrase.
- Supplie-nous de te baiser salope !
- Aie ! S'il vous plait. Je. Non. Aie. Pitié !
- Alors on attend !. dit l'autre noir.
- Je. Je. je vous prie de bien vouloir.me. b..Baiser.. ;
- Mieux que ça ! Dit le noir derrière moi en pinçant de plus belle mon téton déjà meurtri.
- Aieee !... Je. Aie ! Baisez-moi. s'il vous plait !
- C'est déjà mieux, mais je suis sur que tu peux mieux faire.
Ils me firent répéter à de nombreuses reprises des phrases vulgaires, pour les supplier de me baiser, de toutes les façons possibles.
Ce jeu dura plusieurs longues minutes, pendant lesquelles, je subis des pincements, des caresses et des pénétrations de doigt dans le vagin et le derrière. Puis chacun d'eux m'embrassa de façon baveuse, m'obligeant à avaler leur salive. Ils me firent sucer leurs doigts qui sortaient de mon vagin.
Lorsque ma bouche était libre, ils me faisaient les supplier de me baiser. C'était un véritable lavage de cerveau qu'ils m'imposaient. J'étais dans un état de jouissance au maximum, à cause de leurs caresses et des phrases de plus en plus vulgaires, qu'ils m'obligeaient à répéter sans cesse et de plus en plus fort.
Je fus entraînée dans ma chambre et couchée sur le dos au bord du lit. Mes jambes pendaient en dehors. Mes bras attachés dans le dos, me faisant offrir mon bassin, à eux.
Ils se déshabillèrent tous les deux et je pus voir avec un certain effroi, la taille de leur sexe qui n'était même pas encore en érection totale. Leur corps athlétique et noir me fit un effet bizarre, comme un mélange de peur et d'envie. Mais intestins n'étaient plus qu'un énorme noud et ma gorge se serra de façon à avoir des difficultés à respirer.
Cependant que le plus grand des deux noirs se plaça entre mes cuisses largement écartées, le second m'obligea à ouvrir la bouche et y engouffra un bâillon boule, qu'il s'empressa d'attacher derrière ma tête.
- Tu en as de la chance, dit le grand noir entre mes cuisses, Tu me donne tellement envie de te baisser que cela va être un vrai plaisir et puis t'a pas arrêter de nous supplier, alors on va te baiser toute la nuit.
- T'inquiète pas petite pute ! Dit l'autre gars, on va bien s'amuser tous les trois ! Hein Abdou !
Le grand noir s'appelait donc Abdou ! Pensais-je dans mes brumes de jouissance. Il promenait mister gland sur mes cuisses et ma fente forçant légèrement l'entrée. Il caressait mon clitoris bien dur avec le bout de mister sexe qui devenait de plus en plus dur et grossissait encore plus.
Alors que, je me berçais de ses caresses, il s'enfonça, en moi, brusquement et violement. Je cru qu'il m'ouvrait en deux et j'eu l'impression d'avaler la boule qui se trouvais dans ma bouche tant le souffle me manqua lors de cette intrusion brusque.
Il commença à me limer comme un dingue faisant exploser mon taux d'adrénaline et m'obscurcissant complètement l'esprit. Tout mon corps supportait les assauts d'Abdou. Dans ma tête rémisternait, le bruit du lit qui ce déplaçait à chaque pénétration de mister sexe en moi. Puis, tout devint beau, la douleur et le rythme de la pénétration firent éclater en moi une onde géante de plaisir. La situation, mon corps lié et triturer par les mains de l'autre noir, plus les coups de rein monstrueux d'Abdou dans mon corps, firent en sorte de faire exploser un orgasme sans précédent. Je ne sus plus rien, mon cerveau ne pensait plus, seul ce monstrueux sexe qui coulissait en moi et qui me donnait tant de plaisir comptait pour moi. A ce moment précis, je cru que j'avais atteint le but de ma vie. Plus rien ne comptait, plus rien n'avait d'importance que ce sexe qui entrait et sortait à une allure folle dans mon corps.
Alors que le bout du sexe d'Abdou tapait contre mon col de l'utérus, faisant à chaque fois voir l'infinité de l'univers, Abdou ce retira complètement de moi, laissant un vide immense dans mon ventre.
- A toi Salim ! Elle est à point. S'écria Abdou.
Le temps de réaliser ce que mon cerveau venait d'enregistrer, le Salim en question se plaça entre mes cuisses et me pénétra sans aucune précaution. Je reçu ce deuxième sexe presque comme une offrande et ma jouissance reprit aussi vite que les allers et retours de Salim dans mon vagin.
Alors, commença pour moi la nuit la plus jouissive de ma courte vie d'adulte. Pendant un temps impossible à évaluer ils se relayèrent dans mon vagin, sans jamais jouir. Leur sexe étant lubrifié par mes sécrétions continuelles et abondantes.
Ce fut Salim qui conclu cette première partie en jouissant abondamment en moi. Il fut remplacé par Abdou qui mit plus de dix minutes à me limer comme un fou avant de me remplir lui aussi de mister sperme tellement abondant que mon vagin déborda à chaque enfoncement.
Ils me laissèrent ainsi, à bout de souffle, toujours attachée et bâillonnée, sur le lit et lorsque enfin, je repris mes esprits et le contrôle de mes pensées, je pu distinguer aisément le bruit caractéristique de vaisselle, dans ma cuisine.
Je me rendis compte alors qu'en fait, ils étaient en train de vider mon frigo et mangeaient et buvaient ce qu'ils trouvaient.
Ce répits ne durant que le temps de se remplir l'estomac car, je les vis revenir, le sourire jusqu'aux oreilles, en me disant que, maintenant, ils allaient enfin me baiser comme, je le méritais.
- C'est un vrai cinq étoiles chez toi fit Abdou.
- Ouais ! Confirma Salim et maintenant qu'on à repris des powers on va pouvoir te prendre de tous les côtés, petite pute.

Je fis un résumé assez détaillé de ma nuit, à ma Maîtresse Marie, dans l’espoir, qu’elle soit satisfaite de moi, puis m’installée dans le divan, pour regardez la télé, en attendant de me retrouver au bistrot, à la disposition de Monsieur Jean.
Une heure et demie plus tard une icône de messagerie clignotait sur l’écran de mon ordi. Je me levai et allai voir le message. C’était Maîtresse Marie qui ne me félicitait pas car, je n’avais toujours pas obéi à mister ordre. Elle insista pour que, je me trouve un chantier et me mette à la disposition des ouvriers.
Je fus, bien sur un peu déçue, qu’elle n’appréciait pas, ce qui venait de se passer dans ma vie, alors qu’avant, le bistro de Monsieur Jean et la folle nuit avec Abdou et Salim, je ne faisais qu’un peu d’hexib et que, je draguais de vieux messieurs, selon ses ordres. J’étais, quand même, passée à la vitesse supérieure depuis la veille.
Je lui répondis que, j’allais d’abord chez Monsieur Jean et lui promis que, si mon corps et ma tête en étaient encore capables, je chercherais un chantier plein d’ouvrier.
C’est alors que, je vis un DVD inconnu, sur mon bureau. Je le pris et le plaçai dans le lecteur DVD de mon pc et regardai avec stupéfaction, le dernier quart d’heure de ma nuit extrême avec les deux blacks. Ce dernier quart d’heure me montrait nue, au pied de mon lit, me tortillant à cause des godes en moi et les retirant, les léchant et les remettant en moi pour, les recouvrir de sperme, se trouvant dans mon vagin et les lécher comme une friandise.
Je pouvais voir mon visage qui reflétait la joie et le plaisir de faire cela. Je n’en revenais pas d’avoir fait cela. Mon cerveau, devait sûrement être complètement déconnecté de la réalité.
Un détail me frappa alors ! Sur le sol, à côté de mon lit, se trouvait un objet ressemblant, à une seringue. Je couru jusque dans ma chambre pour vérifié le sol. Rien… Sous le lit, rien… Je soulevai les descendes de lit,…rien.
Je retournai à mon pc pour revoir le film et essayai de faire un arrêt sur l’image. Je du m’y reprendre à plusieurs fois avant d’arriver, à avoir une image nette. Je pu alors bien voir la seringue en question.
Je me tâtai les bras, rien… Je me déshabillée en vitesse a la salle de bain, aucune trace de piqûre. Je compris ou du moins, je cru comprendre que c’était Abdou et/ou Salim qui avait utilisés une drogue quelconque pour être aussi performant qu’ils avaient été cette nuit.
Je ne comprenais pas pourquoi, ils avaient laissé ce DVD sur mon bureau. Peut-être pensaient-ils devoir me faire chanter pour que je continue à me soumettre ?
Je me préparai une petite salade pour le repas du soir, ne voulant avoir l’estomac, trop chargé, pour aller chez Monsieur Jean.
A, huit heures moins le quart, j’étais devant la porte du bistrot. Je regardai par le carreau et vis une vingtaine d’hommes étant présents dans l’établissement.
Je sentis mon entrejambe s’humidifié, tant par la tension que, par l’excitation de la situation.
Deux mains se posèrent, sans douceur sur mes fesses et me poussèrent contre la porte qui s’ouvrit brusquement sous cette poussée. Je fis un bond en avant et tombai sur les genoux au milieu des tables.
Le silence se fit instantanément et je sentis tous les regards sur moi. Une énorme vague de honte et d’excitation me nouèrent les intestins.
Je me retournai au moment ou la voix de Salim fit :
- Notre petite pute, hésitait à entrer, les gars ! Alors je l’ai aidé un peu. Puis, il éclata de rire suivit par une bonne partie des clients.
- Reste à quatre pattes et vient ici, petite pute s’écria Monsieur Jean depuis mister comptoir.
Je me mis donc en route à quatre pattes en direction du bar, ma courte robe remonter sur mes fesses laissant voir à tous les clients que, je ne portais aucune culotte.
Lorsque, j’arrivai à côté du comptoir, je ne su combien de main et de doigt avaient touché, caressé ou s’étaient enfoncé dans mon entrejambe, suivie d’exclamation sur l’humidité de celui-ci.
Monsieur Jean me redressa en me prenant par les cheveux et me sermonna sur mon retard et ma façon de traverser mister bistrot. Il me traita de « traînée » de « petite salope » de « garage à bite » et d’autres gentillesses, toutes en rapport avec sa façon me voir.
- Si tu veux boire un café, petite, va falloir le gagner, dit, pour conclure, Monsieur Jean.
Salim se pencha et pris mes cheveux des mains de Monsieur Jean en lui disant :
- Je la prépare et d’ici dix minute elle sera opérationnelle, patron !
- Ok ! Salim, je te laisse carte blanche dit-il en rigolant.
- Vient petite chienne, car tu vas avoir du boulot ce soir, dit Salim en tirant sur mes cheveux pour nous diriger vers le couloir des toilettes.
Toujours à genoux, je le suivis, jusqu’au local, puant et sale, des toilettes. Dès que nous fument au milieu, il me releva et ôta ma robe, seul vêtement que j’avais mit. J’étais complètement nue en sandale d’été, à genoux au milieu d’un local, contenant sur un côté, deux portes de wc et sur le mur d’en face trois urinoirs, séparés par un petit portillon qui devait, sans doute protéger des regards indiscret mais, leur grandeur ne donnait aucun doute, sur l’inutilité de ces portillons. Une odeur, d’urine et de saleté, vint titillée mes narines.
Salim me redressa complètement en me tirant par les cheveux et m’approcha de l’urinoir du milieu. Il me pencha au-dessus en me mettant la tête dedans.
J’eus le réflexe de tourner mon visage sur le côté pour que mon nez ne touche pas le fond, mais Salim poussa suffisamment pour que, ma joue touche, la crépine, dégoûtante et crasseuse au fond de l’urinoir.
- Reste ainsi et mais tes mains de part et d’autres m’ordonna-t-il.
Je fis ce qu’il me demanda et je senti qu’il me donna de léger coup de pied sur mes chevilles pour que j’écarte les jambes.
Je me retrouvai, pliée à plus ou moins de 90°, la tête dans un urinoir, le derrière, bien en vue et mes mains tenant la conduite de vidange de cet urinoir. Mes petits seins touchaient par moments la pointe en céramique de l’urinoir mais, cela laissait suffisamment de place pour que des mains puissent jouer avec.
- Surtout, tu ne bouge pas dis Salim, je reviens !
Il sorti du local me laissant dans cette position de totale soumission et revint quelques secondes après. Il dévissa, les deux petits portillons de part et d’autre de l’urinoir dans lequel reposait ma tête et après les avoir enlevés, se mit à m’attacher à l’urinoir.
D’abord mes mains, au tuyau de vidange puis passant à plusieurs reprises la corde, par-dessus et par-dessous l’urinoir, m’empêchant ainsi tout espoir de me redresser. Comme il tira suffisamment pour que je sois bien attachée, mes petits seins se placèrent de chaque côté de la pointe de l’urinoir.
Salim essaya de me tirer en arrière, surtout pour voir que j’étais bien attaché et effectivement mon corps ne bougea presque pas. Je sentis qu’il attacha chacune de mes chevilles de façon que je ne puisse restée les jambes bien écartées.
- Voilà petite pute tu es prête pour la soirée, j’espère que les clients seront nombreux et contents.
- Je… Vous… Vous n’aller… Vous n’aller pas me laisser ainsi, suppliais-je du fond de l’urinoir.
- Mais si, petite pute, mais si et même toute la nuit si on a beaucoup de client. C’est ce qu’espère Monsieur Jean en tout les cas, répondit-il.
- Mais… Mais…
- Ta gueule ! T’a juste le droit de te faire mettre et surtout de dire merci à chaque client qui viendra te remplir ! T’as compris ! Petite pute !
- Heu… Ou… Oui… Oui…
- Oui qui ?
- Ou… Oui monsieur Salim
- Ah voilà comment une petite pute blanche doit me parler.
- …
- D’ailleurs tout ce préparatif m’a donné envie.
J’entendis un zip d’une braguette et je sentis un sexe se placer contre ma vulve trempée. Le sexe s’enfonça en moi sans aucune résistance de ma part et lorsqu’il toucha le fond de mon vagin, ma tête cogna la paroi verticale de l’urinoir et ma joue râpa sur la crépine.
- Putain ! S’écria Salim, t’es tellement mouillé qu’elle rentre toute seule.
- Hé bien ! T’as déjà commencé dit une voix inconnue.
- Cette petite me donne envie comme pas possible à chaque fois que je la vois.
- Surtout dans cette position dit encore la voix.
- Eh ! Attend ! Pas là ! s’écria Salim tout en continuant ses coup de rien en moi, me faisant, me cogner la tête à chaque fois.
- Comment ça ? dit la voix inconnue
- Ils mistert hors services ceux-là dit Salim, tu dois faire ici.
- Ha Bon !
Je vis une ombre assombrir le peut de clarté que je percevais depuis le fond de l’urinoir et avant de comprendre ce que cela signifiait, un jet d’urine frappa ma joue hors de l’urinoir et se dirigea vers ma bouche et mon nez.
Je sentis avec angoisse, l’urine éclabousser mon visage et mes cheveux mais, surtout faire monter le niveau de cette urine dans l’urinoir. Jusqu’au moment ou cette urine arriva à hauteur de ma bouche que je refermai avec précipitation. Malheureusement le niveau continua de monter, et atteignis, rapidement, mes narines. J’essayai de soulever ma joue qui, était sur la crépine, mais l’urine s’engouffrant dedans aspira ma joue et forma un bouchon. Je ne vis qu’une solution si, je ne voulais pas mourir noyée, c’était d’ouvrir la bouche et d’avaler l’urine, au moins pour que je puisse respirer.
J’ouvris donc la bouche. L’urine et autres saletés dans l’urinoir, s’engouffrèrent dans ma gorge. J’avalai cette mixture en pleurant, me disant que plus bas, je ne pourrais jamais tomber.
Salim, continua ses vas et viens en moi, ce qui me procura un début de jouissance. La position, le sexe de Salim et l’avalement de l’urine, firent monter, en moi, un taux d’adrénaline, suffisant pour qu’une première jouissance se déclenche sans que je ne puisse la contrôlée.
L’urine s’arrêta en même temps de couler sur moi et je m’étranglai en avalant une grosse gorgée.
- Regard ça ! La salope ! Elle joui même dans ces conditions, s’écria Salim au bord de la jouissance lui-même car, à peine ces mots prononcés, il gicla dans mon vagin.
Les jets s’écrasèrent sur le fond de mon vagin et augmentèrent ma jouissance. Mon corps fut tellement secouer par Salim et moi-même que, je crus entendre l’urinoir se détacher du mur. Il n’en fut rien et lorsque, je repris mes esprits, je compris aussitôt, qu’un autre sexe était en moi, plus petit et plus nerveux dans ses coups de rein. Je supposai que, l’inconnu avait remplacé Salim, s’en que, je m’en aperçoive, pendant ma jouissance.
Le type me lima comme une vulgaire poupée gonflable, sans aucune caresse, sans aucune marque de partage. Il se vida d’ailleurs assez rapidement en moi.
- Waouh ! Elle est bonne cette salope. Complimenta l’inconnu.
- Si tu as des copains, n’hésite pas. Monsieur Jean est d’accord du moment qu’ils consomment, dans le bar.
- Ah ! Fit l’inconnu, elle remplace les cacahouètes qu’on donne avec la bière.
- C’est… C’est ça dit Salim, en rigolant, tu l’as trouvé, sacré Paul, va !
Ils sortirent tous les deux me laissant dans cette position. L’urine sembla diminuer lentement. Un frismister me parcouru entièrement, au moment, où sans doute, un courant d’air se fit.
Je ne restai pas longtemps seule attachée à mon urinoir, car des voix se firent entendre et se reprochèrent.

Quelques exclamations se firent entendre avant qu’un nouveau sexe s’introduise en moi, mais pas pour longtemps car, après quelques allers et venues en moi, le sexe se retire de mon vagin pour se coller sur mon anus. Je me préparer à souffrir et je fermai les yeux.
C’est au moment où le sexe poussa sur ma rondelle anale, qu’un jet d’urine, frappa mon nez et ma bouche sur le côté. J’ouvris la bouche par réflexe et le jet frappa l’intérieur de ma joue, celle justement qui, était collée à la crépine de l’urinoir.
La pénétration de mon anus, me fit ouvrir encore plus grand, la bouche pour, rechercher de l’air qui, je croyais, allait compenser cette pénétration. C’était, bien sur sans compter, l’urine qui s’engouffrait dans ma gorge et que je fus obligée d’avaler sous peine de noyade.
Cette fois, je sentis des mains me palper et me pincer les seins et les tétons. Une nouvelle jouissance montait, inexorablement, en moi. Le jet d’urine s’arrêta quelques secondes pour reprendre de plus belle. Je pouvais distinguée plusieurs voix différentes. Le sexe dans mon derrière accéléra mister mouvement puis, s’arrêta tout au fond de moi. Je pus alors, sentir les soubresauts du sexe en moi, lâchant ses jets de sperme.
Je n’arrêtais pas d’avaler de l’urine, pour éviter qu’elle n’atteigne l’entièreté de mon nez. Mon œil droit, baignait dans la pisse et je n’osais plus ouvrir les yeux de peur de recevoir de l’urine dessus.
Le changement de sexe, dans mon derrière, se fit sans mon avis et les coups de rein reprirent de plus bel. Ma pauvre tête, baignant à moitié dans la pisse et le dessus de mon crâne frappant, au rythme des coups de rein, la paroi verticale de l’urinoir, éclaboussant, par ce fait, mes cheveux, qui ne trempaient pas, dans l’urine.
Je ne peux dire combien de temps s’écoula entre Le moment où, je fus attachée, aux urinoirs et le moment où, Salim, me détacha. Je me rappelle seulement qu’entre, plus ou moins, quatre ou cinq clients, quelqu’un, m’essuyait l’entrejambe puis, les pénétrations recommençaient.
Je tombai assise par terre, les chevilles toujours attachées aux autres tuyaux de vidange, des urinoirs de par et d’autre du mien. Mon derrière baignant dans une marre d’un liquide mélangé, de sperme, de crasse et d’autre matière que les nombreux clients, venu se vider en moi, avaient sous leur chaussures.
- Pas mal pour une première fois, me complimenta Salim et Monsieur Jean, venu assister à ma délivrance.
- Mais certains clients se mistert plaints de ton silence.
- Mais…
- Y a pas de « mais » tu devras, à l’avenir ne pas oublier de dire « merci » et de les excités plus que, par ta position. Par exemple en leur demandant de te remplir, de te bourrer le cul, enfin toutes ces phrases qu’Abou et Salim t’on apprises hier ! Continua Monsieur Jean.
- Tu crois qu’elle à méritée un café, dit Salim en riant.
- Bien sur ! Si,… elle le paye ! Fis Monsieur Jean
Je ne crois pas pouvoir avaler du liquide, après ce que je venais d’avaler comme urine. J’avais d’ailleurs mon ventre tellement gonflé que, je me croyais enceinte.
C’est à ce moment et sans que, je puisse me retenir, un jet d’urine fusa de ma vulve comme une fontaine.
- Mais qu’elle salope, s’écria Monsieur Jean, elle va tout me dégueulasser, avec sa pisse.
- Attend ! Patron, j’ai une idée dit Salim.
Il détacha les cordes de mes chevilles et avec une des cordes, me fit un collier, qu’il s’empressa de mettre autour du cou. Il relia les deux morceaux de corde et relia la partie libre au tuyau de vidange de l’urinoir centrale. (Mon urinoir)
- Voilà patron ! Comme cela elle pourra aller dans tous les coins du local et nettoyer vos toilettes.
- Salim ! Si je ne t’avais pas, je devrais te créer. Excellente idée. Va lui chercher le matos pour nettoyer.
Salim, sorti quelques seconde pour revenir avec un seau et une raclette.
- Pas besoin de torchon, Patron, sa robe fera office de loque.
- Tu as compris ! Traînée ! Je veux que ce local soi impeccable avant de te laisser partir.
Je n’en croyais pas mes oreilles. Je venais de satisfaire, je ne sais combien de client à Monsieur Jean et pour me remercier, il m’obligeait à nettoyer ce local et avec ma robe en plus.
- Mais… Mais Monsieur Jean… S’il vous plait
- Quoi ! T’es pas contente de me faire plaisir ?
- C’est… C’est pas ça. Mais… Mais… je suis….
- T’es quoi ? Fatiguée ? Une jeunette comme toi ?
- Ben… Ou…Oui… S’il vous plait… laissez-moi rentrer… Je … Je reviendrai demain si vous voulez…
- De toute façon tu reviens demain, donc tu nettoies, puis,… on verra !
- Je…
Une gifle fusa et je me tus. J’essayai de me relever mais, je glissai sur cette marre de liquide, sous moi. Après plusieurs essais sous les regards amusés de Salim et de Monsieur Jean, je me mis debout, les jambes tremblantes et je fus stupéfaite de la grosseur de mon ventre.
A peine debout que, j’urinai de plus belle, comme si, je n’avais plus urinée depuis des années. La pisse gicla avec violence sur le sol éclaboussant les chaussures de Monsieur Jean, qui fit un bon en arrière.
- La pute ! Elle pisse sur moi maintenant.
Salim, me prit par les cheveux, trempés d’urine et me força à m’agenouiller. Ma vessie continuait de se vider pendant ce temps. Il poussa ma tête, jusqu’aux chaussures de Monsieur Jean.
- Lèche te nettoie tes saloperie m’ordonna Salim.
Je fis ce qu’il m’ordonna tout en continuant d’uriner car, la position que j’avais, devait sûrement faire pousser, mes intestins, sur ma vessie.
Monsieur Jean, me laissa lécher ses chaussures sans les soulever du sol. Ce qui eu pour conséquence, que ma langue léchait, pour moitié, le côté de ses semelles et la partie du sol autour de ses chaussures.
- Dans le fond, elle pourrait tout lécher, le local entier dit soudainement Salim.
- Là, mon petit Salim t’exagère un peu. Laismisters-là déjà nettoyer avec sa robe et on verra pour plus tard.
- T’as bien compris, me demanda Salim.
- Heu… Ou… Oui, Monsieur Salim.
Monsieur Jean, sorti mister sexe de sa braguette et fis signe à Salim de sortir. Il se mit à se masturber dès que Salim sorti.
- Reste à genoux et ouvre bien ta bouche, petite traînée.
Je me rapprochai de Monsieur Jean pour, que ma bouche soi bien, en dessous de mister sexe. Il se masturba pendant de longues minutes et lorsque enfin, il joui, il abaissa mister sexe jusqu’à l’entrée de ma bouche et lâcha ses giclées dedans.
- N’avale pas… tout … de suite, dit-il entre deux spasmes.
Ce fus presque un plaisir pour moi d’avoir du sperme dans la bouche, au lieu de la pisse que, je reçu pendant toute la soirée.
Ma main droite descendit vers ma vulve pour me caresser, mais lorsque mes doigts touchèrent les petites lèvres un flot de sperme s’échappa et me trempa les doigts.
- Maintenant tu peux avaler, me dit Monsieur Jean.
- Mer… Merci… Mon… Merci, Monsieur Jean, fis-je, en déglutissant le sperme.
- C’est bien ! C’est bien ! Petite ! Aller maintenant au boulot et que tout soi bien propre pour demain.
Monsieur Jean sorti du local et ferma la porte. J’entendis parfaitement la clé tourner dans la serrure. J’étais primisternière de ce local et toujours à genoux je me mis à pleurer.
Les nerfs, me lâchais, très probablement. Je me couchai sur le carrelage froid et sale et je m’endormis secouer par des sanglots. Une douleur me réveilla et ma fesse gauche, me fit un mal de chien.
- On t’a dit de nettoyer et pas de dormir s’écria Abdou, qui venait de me donner un coup de pied au cul.
- Mais…
Abdou, était là, je ne l’avais pas vu ou entendu de la soirée et maintenant il était présent et me donnait des ordres. Je vis parfaitement une de ses mains caresser le devant de mister pantalon et une grosseur anormale commençait à se voir nettement.
Je me redressai péniblement et chercha ma robe et le seau. Toute tremblante de fatigue et de nervosité, je remplis le seau et trempai ma robe dedans. L’eau était froide et aucun détergent ne semblait existé, dans ce local.
Abdou, jeta un savon carré dans le seau ce qui m’éclaboussa. L’eau me paru glacée et je failli laisser tomber le seau.
Abdou, s’approcha de moi et me prenant par les cheveux trempée d’urine, m’obligea à me mettre à genoux. Je déposai le seau et mes mains se mirent à ouvrir sa braguette et sortir mister énorme engin. Sans qu’il ne me dise rien, je lui fis une fellation de première qualité et ce malgré la fatigue et le froid qui me faisait trembler. Je dois avouer que j’aimais sentir cet énorme sexe dans ma bouche et de recevoir les fabuleuses quantités de sperme d’Abdou.
Je le suçai un certain temps avant qu’il ne jouisse, enfin et me remplisse la gorge et l’estomac de mister sperme onctueux et abondant.
- Mer… Merci, Monsieur Abdou, de votre bon sperme, lui dis-je après avoir nettoyer consciencieusement mister sexe sur toute la longueur.
Il me repoussa comme un objet inutilisable et quitta le local sans un mot et en prenant soin de refermer derrière lui.
Je passai une grande partie de la nuit à frotter, gratter, sécher, les murs, les wc, les urinoirs et l’évier de ce local.
Je n’en croyais pas mes yeux lorsque je vis le résultat, car le local paraissait vraiment propre. Ma robe, par contre, était dans un état de vieux torchon usé. Je m’étais aussi nettoyée et j’avais encore uriné, plusieurs fois, pendant la nuit. Mon ventre plat, me redonnais espoir, de ne pas avoir de séquelles visibles, sur mon corps, par contre, mon cerveau était complètement « destroye » et celui-ci, n’allait probablement jamais récupérer, la petite fille, un peu maso et soumise que, j’étais, il n’y avait que quelques jours encore. J’étais devenue une salope entière et complètement soumise à toute permisterne me le demandant.
J’avais vraiment aimée d’être traitée ainsi et je pensais déjà, faire un résumé détaillé à Maîtresse Marie. J’étais certaine qu’elle serait fière de moi.
C’est vers huit du matin que, de petits coups de pieds, dans mon ventre, me réveillèrent.
- Aller debout petite pute, il est temps de rentrer chez toi, me dit Monsieur Jean
- Je… Ok !... Ok !... je me lève.
Je me mis debout fameusement courbaturée et grelottante de froid, J’avais dormi nue rouler en boule dans un coin du local. Monsieur Jean, me tendait ma petite robe, crasseuse et abîmée par le nettoyage du local.
- Tiens ! fit-il, je crois que c’est à toi. Tâche de venir proprement ce soir et pas avec des frusques qui pue les chiottes
- Mais… Mais, je ne vais pas sortir comme ça…osais-je dire
- C’est ta robe ou pas ?
- Oui… Mais…
- Met, tes vêtements et tire-toi vite, avant que je ne change d’avis et te foute dehors, à poil !
- Heu… Bi…Bien monsieur Jean
Je passai ma robe, en tout cas ce qu’il en restait, sale et déchirée par endroit. Je devais ressembler à Cosette dans les « Misérables ». Je sorti par la porte privée et filai droit chez moi, en priant de ne rencontrer permisterne que, je connaissais.
Cette fois, la chance fut avec moi car, le court trajet jusqu'à mon appartement et le hall de l’immeuble ne me fit rencontrer, aucune permisterne de connaissance. Je tremblai de joie et de fatigue en mettant la clé dans la serrure.
Retrouver enfin mon chez moi, me doucher, me laver et enfin dormir dans un vrai lit. Je ne pensais qu’à cela en pénétrant mon appartement.
Ma joie fut de courte durée, la première vision que j’eus, en pénétrant mon salon, c’est de voir Salim, allongé et ronflant sur mon divan. Il était simplement vêtu d’un caleçon et sa main tenait mister sexe à moitié sorti. La deuxième vision que j’eus, c’est de voir le désordre et les déchets, bouteilles, emballages qui traînaient partout.
- Ah enfin ! T’es là dit Abdou en sortant de la cuisine, un sandwich à la main.
Il était aussi en slip et on pouvait nettement voir la forme de mister sexe, malgré qu’il fût au repos.
- Mais… Mais qu’est ce… Mais qu’es-ce que vous faites ici demandais-je.
- Comment ça ! T’es pas au courant ?
- No… Non…
- Ben Salim et moi on s’installe chez toi, enfin… je veux dire chez nous et on est content que tu sois là pour tout nettoyer.
- Mais….
- Putain ! T’as pas l’air au courant il me semble !
- Mais… Mais non… Je ne … je ne comprends pas.
- C’est très simple, petite pute, Ici c’est chez nous et on est là pour te maintenir en forme pour Monsieur Jean. Il nous a demandé de s’occuper de toi pour, te transformer en une bonne et obéissante petite pute.
Je m’écroulai assise, complètement abasourdie et me rendant compte que, ma vie, avait vraiment fait un bond dans un univers de soumission totale. Je savais déjà que j’obéirais à toutes leurs exigences.
- Dès que tu auras tout remis en ordre, tu pourras t’apprêtée car, on va faire un tour du côté de la cité. On a deux trois amis qui, aimeraient faire ta connaissance, surtout, depuis qu’on leur a dit, de quoi tu es capable.
- Bi… Bien, Monsieur Abdou. Dis-je en me relevant.
- Fait pas trop de bruit, car Salim dors. Il est fatigué à cause de toi.
- Com… Comment ça ?
- Il est resté éveiller cette nuit pour te surveiller, pendant que, tu nettoyais les toilettes de Monsieur Jean.
- …
- Bon ça suffit ! Au boulot, petite pute, mais vient d’abord me vider les bourses, elles mistert un peu lourdes à porter. Fit-il en rigolant et mordant à pleine dent dans mister sandwich.
Abdou, abaissa mister slip et mister sexe commençait à grossir. Je m’approchai et m’agenouillai devant lui. Je pris mister sexe en main pour le masturber.
- Chans les mains ! Uni…chement avec t…cha bouche ! fit-il en mâchant mister sandwich.
Je mis mes mains sur la tête, ouvrit la bouche et pris le sexe d’Abdou dans celle-ci. Dès qu’Abdou eu joui de longues et abondantes giclées, il se retira de ma bouche et m’ordonna de faire le nettoyage de SA piaule.
J’étais encore souillée de ma nuit et la bouche au goût de sperme d’Abdou, que je commençai à faire un nettoyage de l’appartement.
Bien entendu, Salim se réveilla et me sodomisa pendant que, je nettoyais le tapis. Je demandai aussi à Abdou si je pouvais écrire un mail à Maîtresse Marie car, elle m’avait donné un ordre que je ne pouvais satisfaire. Lorsque Abdou eu connaissance de l’ordre et se marra de plus belle et me dit :
- Ben, je crois petite pute que ta journée va être très, très longue.
- Ouais ! Fit Salim, après la cité, on ira te chercher un bon grand chantier pour que tu puisses t’amuser un peu.