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PICTURES OF MY WIFE


How could I let this happen? My wife and I had been married for 4 years now and our sex life was great. She has a great body and we fucked like rabbits. But lately things have gotten a little stale. Just between work and our home and schedules, it was becoming harder to find the time to spend with each other. So like most married men, I turned to internet porn..

It is unbelievable what is on the internet, anything and everything you could imagine. Recently, I had started joining chat rooms with people and trading movies, pictures, and having conversations & cyber sex. I was online when I received a message from someone looking to trade pictures. We started going back and forth, and he was mostly interested in amateur stuff. Well, after a few weeks and getting to know each other, when I had mentioned my wife during conversation, he asked me if I had any pictures of her. I still to this day don’t know what made me do it, but I started sending him some pictures of my lovely wife.

She’s 5’6” tall, about 120 pounds, long brown hair, 34-B bust and an unbelievable ass. The pictures I started sending him, didn’t show my wife’s face. They were mostly of her luscious ass and a few from the front with her covering her tits with her hands (but her face blocked). My wife has a tattoo on her back, just above her ass, and after about the 15th picture, this man revealed to me that he recognized her tattoo, and said he knew who my wife is.

Apparently, he went to the local college with her and my wife loved to show off her mid section with belly shirts and he recognized the tattoo. He told me he wanted to get together and meet me and talk about her. I told him no thanks and said that I would appreciate it if he left me & her alone.

Well, it didn’t take him long to track my wife down. Being local and all, he had a friend of a friend that knew where my wife was currently working and how she was doing it. A couple of days later, my wife came home and told me that she ran into Jerry from college at her job. She works in a retail store and he had come in. They started catching up on old times. (Thankfully, he hadn’t mentioned me sending him pictures yet). She thought it was funny that 6 years later, he still remembered her, and was especially fond of when she wore belly shirts at school showing off her tattoo.

A couple of days later, my wife came home very upset at me. My wife said that Jerry came back to her store today and asked her to dinner. When she mentioned to him that she is happily married, he said he knows. He says that your husband had sent me over a dozen pictures of you naked showing off your *******er body and how I wanted her to get fucked by another man. (which I never mentioned in our conversations, but he had the photos as evidence). He said that if my wife doesn’t go out with her, that the pictures will be sent to mutual friends, her family, and to her high school reunion. He said he is coming to pick my wife up at 6 and I am to leave the house and not come home until she calls me that evening. I asked her “what are you going to do?” “This is all your fault, I am going to do what he said, and spend the evening with him” was her reply. My wife went upstairs, and put on a very short black dress that hugged her ass like you couldn’t believe. She wore a lacey bra on underneath and matching thong that was so small, it looked like a piece of dental floss went up her ass. My wife looked like a knock out. She hadn’t dressed up like that for me in months.

At 6 sharp, the bell rang and my wife answered the door. As she left she yelled to me “you better leave hun, and I will call you tonight after my date” As I walked out the door past Jerry, he said to me “I want you to leave so I can have your place all night to fuck your wife in your bed.” I walked out past him with my head hung down.

At about 2:30 AM I got a call on my cell phone that I could come back home. As I pulled in the driveway, I saw that Jerry’s car was still out front. I opened the door not knowing what to expect. But there was Jerry in my living room all dressed and my wife nowhere to be found. “She’s upstairs in the bed, she will explain what happened tonight I am sure. By the way, I deleted the pictures of your wife off your computer so I have the only copies now, and I am taking your video camera home with me because I shot lots of footage of your wife and me together.” With that, Jerry left.

As I made my way upstairs, my wife was laying on the bed naked.. Her pussy was red and puffy and both her holes were gaped open and I could see Jerry’s cum leaking out of her pussy and ass. As I climbed into bed with my wife, she rolled over and said “no more Jerry, my holes are completely sore from your cock.” “Honey it’s me” I said. “Oh, sorry I thought he was still here. Listen, I am going to see him again later this week, and I think this is going to be a regular thing now. Jerry even mentioned that he has some guys at his job that would love to see my pictures and maybe even join us.”

As I crawled into my bed, her body was soaked with sweat. A mixture of her?s and Jerry?s I?m sure. Her body was warmer than usual as I pressed up against her. Especially coming from her ass and pussy, it was like they were on fire. I could feel Jerry?s cum leaking out of my wife as I slept next to her that night.

The next morning I dressed and headed out to work. My wife was still arelax in bed as I left. When I arrived at work, I couldn?t concentrate on anything I was supposed to be doing. At around lunch time, I got an email from Jerry. It said ?Thanks for giving me your wife, she?s my property now. Also, When I was going through the pictures on your computer, the one?s you hadn?t sent me, I took and then deleted them all from you. Why didn?t you send me the one?s of the 2 of you screwing. I loved the one of her looking right up at the camera with those gorgeous green eye?s and your cock in her mouth. (that was my permisteral favorite) I will seeing her again tonight, so don?t bother waiting up for her tonight after work.? Signed Lisa?s Master Jerry.

The next 4 hours of work seemed to drag on for days. Finally, When I could get out, I raced home but my wife wasn?t there. As I tried to get my thoughts together, I decided to sign online. My head was racing, but the thought of my wife being used like a slut was turning me on more and more each time Jerry took control of her. I was learning that suddenly I was being more and more of a cuckold. Wanting my wife to be used by other men, and possibly even watching it happen in front of me. As the night went on, I finally received an email from Jerry titled ?Green eye?s?. As I opened, there it was, my wife looking up at the camera, but this time with Jerry?s cock in her mouth instead of mine. That was all it took. Seeing my wife like that made my cock spray like a fountain. I jerked myself off twice to that picture that night before going to bed.

Around 1 AM, my wife came home and crawled into bed with me. As she did, she woke me and told me that ?Jerry fucks me so nasty, and I can?t get enough. You started this by sending him my pictures and thank you for it. You better get used to the idea of your wife being used by other men. If you want a divorce, I am sure that no judge will let me get out of this marriage broke and homeless. Especially since I have proof of you sending my pictures out and I am sure Jerry will back my side of the story.? All I could do was say yes dear and let her know that I was a cuckold to her new sex life.

For the next 2 weeks my wife would spend 3 or 4 nights a week at Jerry's. She would leave the house wearing all kinds of slutty outfits, or be covered with a full length coat.. One particular night, she wore a bright pink thong that said "SLUT" in white glitter stones on the front. She wore matching pink terry cloth ass hugging pants. (like the slutty girls in the mall) That had the words "Juicy" also in white writing across her ass. She had a white T-shirt on and a matching pink jacket to go with the outfit. She wore similar outfits, and sometimes slutty ones whenever she would go to his place.

At the end of the 2 weeks, I received an email from Jerry with the subjet "Another Green eye's" As I opened, I was shocked what I saw. It was just like the last picture, my wife looking up at the camera, but this time it wasn't Jerry's cock in her mouth. It was a big black cock. There was about 6 inches hanging out of her mouth, and I can only imagine how much was in her throat. Her lips where stretched to the max around his thick shaft. I now know that Jerry isn't the only one fucking my wife, and I can only imagine how many people, and who has also had a piece of her sweet ass.

As I sat there staring at my wife with this giant black cock in her mouth, I couldn?t believe how hard it made me. I clicked the reply button to the email and asked Jerry if I could see her in action with him and this black guy. About 15 minutes later, Jerry replied to my email saying ?be at my place around 4:30 and bring some money? I couldn?t believe it. He actually wanted me to pay him to see my wife getting fucked. The day was dragging on forever, and I couldn?t wait until it ended. He said to be there around 4:30 but I don?t get out of work until 5:00.

Finally 5:00 came and I headed out of there as fast as possible. His place was only 10 minutes from work. As I arrived at his place I had butterflies in my stomach. As I knocked on the door, Jerry opened it and asked me if I had the money with me. ?How much do you want ?? I asked. ?$300 to watch today? was what he said. As I handed him the money, he let me in. He lead me into the other room, and there was my wife naked on the floor on all fours. She had a blind fold on and there were 2 big black guys with her. She was on top of one of the guys riding him while the other guy was feeding her his giant black cock. Jerry told me to sit in the corner over there and not make a sound. He had a video camera setup on a tripod and it was pointed right at all the action. He also had a digital camera in his hand and was snapping away pictures. As I walked over to the chair in the corner, the guy with his cock in my wife?s mouth said to Jerry ?Is that him?? Jerry just nodded and they started grinning at me.

My wife was humping up and down on the shaft buried in her pussy. He was fucking her as hard as possible and she was just taking it more and more. I could see her getting the cock in her mouth nice and wet at the same time. The guy with his cock in her mouth finally pulled it out. She had soaked it wet. He placed his balls right under his chain and laid this giant piece of meat up across her face. I couldn?t believe it was longer than her face as the cocks giant head laid clearly above my wife?s head. He just smiled and said ?watch this slut take this whole big bastard up her ass?. As he moved behind her, he dropped some spit on her asshole and started pushing the fat cock head in my wife?s ass. At first she tensed, but after the head powerd it?s way in, she let out a moan and starting taking more of the shaft up her ass. As he worked half of this giant cock into her ass, I could see goose bumps cover her thighs and ass. Both cocks started humping her in rhythm in and out.

As the 2 cocks stretched her holes to the max, I could see my wife grinding into them. She let out a scream and I could see her body convulsing as she had her first orgasm. As she started to come down from her climax, they started fucking her harder. Her body let out a shiver as she came down from her first orgasm. These 2 giant black cocks were trying to work her body into another orgasm. ?Fuck me harder, make me your slut? my wife yelled out. As they started fucking her harder and harder, she had another orgasm. ?I?m Cumming again! MMMMMMMMMMM? As she had her second orgasm, the guy fucking her pussy said he was going to fill this white pussy with his cum. Spurt after spurt of hot nasty black cum shooting in my wife?s pussy. The guy in her ass also said he was spraying. I could see his balls twitching as he unloaded in my wife?s ass. Both her holes filled with black cum. The 2 black men were finishing spraying my wife full. As there balls emptied there motions were slowing down on my wife as they started to pull out. Cum was leaking from both her holes as they pulled out. As my wife rolled off of them, she laid on her back with cum leaking out of her. The guy that was fucking her pussy brought his cock to my wife?s mouth and made her suck him clean.

As she took him in her mouth, the guy that was fucking my wife?s ass brought his cock to my face. ?Looks like you enjoyed the show? he said. As I looked down, I could see my pants where stained from me shooting a load. My face turned red, and before I could answer, he pushed his cock in my mouth and told me to clean it. Jerry was laughing and snapping pictures of both my wife and me as we cleaned these 2 black monsters. Completely humiliated, I sucked and cleaned his cock. As he was working his cock in my mouth, I looked over and saw my wife. Her blind fold was off, and she was done with her cock. ?You are doing a good job on that cock Hun, but Jerry and I will make sure you are a pro at sucking black cock in no time? my wife said to me. As he pulled out and said I was done cleaning him, Jerry told me it was time for me to go. As I got up and went to get my wife he said ?Oh no, she stays. She may be your wife, but she?s my property now. I will email you later tonight.? As I headed out the door, Jerry put down the camera, and was unbuckling his pants.

Carnet d'une soumise


« Tu porteras une tenue sexy ;

Aucune culotte ou apparentée ne sera autorisé ;

Pas de maquillage ;

Des bottes à talons ou des escarpins ;

Une paire de stay-up, pas de bas collant ;

Aucun poils disgracieux ne sera autorisé ;

A l'heure prévue tu m'attendras au point de rendez-vous ;

Tu ne seras pas autorisée à me regarder ;

Tu ne seras pas autorisée à fermer les jambes ;

Tu ne parleras que si je te l'autorise.

Maitre A »

Tels était les consignes.

Strict et sans détour, comme il me l'avait dit sur MSN lors de nos longue conversation.

J'angoisse un peu à l'idée de le rencontrer, il n'a pas l'air commode...mais en même temps je ressens ce besoins viscérale de me laisser guider par quelqu'un de fort, vulgar parfois.

Je m'étais préparée avec soins. J'ai mis mon ma plus belle mini-jupe, une paire de bas stay-up noir, avec bord en dentelle. Un top blanc avec ouverture à lacet sur le devant.

J'ai ressorti mes plus beaux escarpins, ceux qui ont un talon très haut et fin, avec laçage en cuir sur le mollet.

J'ai pris un rendez-vous la veille au centre de beauté pour me faire une épilation complète.

A la sortie de mon bain, j'ai minutieusement exploré le moindre centimètre carré de peau pour extraire l'éventuel poil qui a échappé à la cire de l'esthéticienne.

Mon entre-jambe est lisse et net, mes jambes brillent sous l'effet de la crème hydratante, ma peau est fraiche. Bref je suis prête à le rencontrer.

A l'heure prévue je l'attends. Il n'a pas fallu attendre un long moment, une grosse allemande s'approche de moi et une vitre s'ouvre.

« Monte à l'avant et n'oublie pas les consignes! » D'un ton sec et direct.

J'ouvre la porte et m'assois confortablement, prenant garde à ne pas croiser mister regard.

Je fixe mes pieds pour être certaine.

Il me jette un bandeau et m'ordonne de le passer sur mes yeux.

J'angoisse, si j'étais tombé sur un pervers fou....comment ai-je pu me laisser embarquer dans cette « aventure » complètement folle.

Je ne pouvais plus faire demi-tour à présent, il était seul maitre de mon destin.

Aucun bruit dans la voiture, elle était silencieuse.

Tout au plus je pouvais sentir les virages.

Il pose sa main avec power sur ma cuisse.

« Je t'ai interdit de fermer les jambes! »

Il me faisait peur, sa voix était sèche, le ton était strict.

Je ne me suis pas fait prier pour obéir et mes jambes étaient rapidement écartées comme il le souhaitait.

Il avait bien calculé mister coup, le siège de la voiture était profond. Avec mes jambes écartées, il avait tout le loisir d'admirer mon entre-jambes sans aucune fatigue.

Ce type est un sadique!

Je peux sentir que la voiture ralenti, roule quasiment au pas.

Mais je ne sais pas où je suis.

La voiture accélère.

Quelques minutes plus tard, minutes qui me semblait si longue que je me suis permise de me laisser glisser dans une légère somnolence, la voiture s'arrête.

« Réveille-toi! » dit-t'il en me donnant une claque sur la cuisse.

« Sors de la voiture et attend mes instructions »

Je ne me suis pas fait prier pour m'exécuter.

Vu la manière dont il agit, j'ai intérêt à rester obéissante.

Cette petite expédition en voiture m'a quelque peu excitée aussi.

Me savoir jambe écartée, à la vue d'un homme que je connais à peine, n'ayant aucun contrôle sur mon entourage....je sentais ma chatte s'humidifier.

Encore un peu étourdie par ce réveil vulgar, je reste debout, attendant ses consignes.

Je ne sais pas où je suis ni ce qui m'attend et bien que cela paraisse complètement fou...ça m'excite.

Je l'entends, il sort de sa voiture, s'approche de moi.

Je peux sentir mister souffle contre ma nuque.

Ses mains me pousse le dos et m'oblige à m'incliner.

Il remonte ma minijupe, glisse sa main entre mes cuisses et me power à les écarter un peu plus.

« Petite garce, tu es déjà trempée » dit-t'il en me pinçant le clitoris.

Je ne peux retenir un petit cri de douleur, ce qui me vaut une claque cinglante sur mes fesses dénudée.

Il m'avait positionné sur sa voiture comme les flics font dans les films pour arrêter un voleur.

Mains sur le toit, jambes écartés, mon cul cambré en plus.

Ses mains glissait sur mes cuisses, remontait le long de ma fente déjà fort humide.

La claque sur mes fesses n'atténuait pas mon plaisir bien au contraire.

Ce salaud prenait mister pied.

« Tu es mouillée comme une putte! »

Dit-il en m'assénant une autre claque sur mes cuisses.

En quelques instants il avait fait sortir mon sein gauche du top que j'avais mis avec tant de délicatesse.

Il malaxait mon sein, prenant le teton entre mister pouce et mister index.

Je n'ai pu m'empêcher de laisser un petit soupir de plaisir s'échapper.

Soupir qui fut immédiatement et lourdement sanctionné par une série de claques allant crescendo sur mes cuisses, mon cul dénudé et ma chatte.

Il était sans pitié, ne me laissant aucun répit.

Car une fois la punition achevée, ses doigts se glissait à nouveau entre mes jambes et sur mon sein.

Mon teton était tendu, dur. Mon sein se raffermissait sous ses caresses et ma chatte dégoulinait.

Son pouce tournait doucement autour de mon clitoris.

Je devais mordre mes lèvres pour me retenir de crier de plaisir.

Il retira ses doigts de ma chatte et les glissa dans ma bouche. Je ne lui laissai pas le temps de dire quoique ce soit que déjà je les nettoyais de ma langue avide.

« Je vois que tu aimes ça sale pute, met toi à genoux, bouche ouverte, comme il se doit! »

Ni une, ni deux je m'étais mise à genoux, jambe écartée. Je pouvais deviner au travers de mon bandeau que ma minijupe était totalement remontée, offrant ma chatte humide à l'air libre.

En un instant il enfourna sa bite profondément, me tenant la tête de ses deux mains puissante.

Je failli m'étouffer tellement le geste était vulgar.

Il commença un va et viens aidés de ses mains, assénant de temps en temps un coup secs propulsant mister gland bien au fond de ma gorge.

Je le suçai avec plaisir, sa bite était grosse, veineuse et avait une odeur légèrement parfumée.

Bien vite le mouvement s'accéléra.

A certain moment, il sortait sa bite de ma bouche et je la léchais de bas en haut, tel une glace.

J'en profitais aussi pour lui asséner un coup de langue sur ses couilles.

Puis il reprit ma tête dans ses mains et effectua une série de rapide va et viens profond.

Son gland butait à chaque fois sur ma glotte, provoquant des spasmes de mon estomac.

Ma respiration était difficile et plus j'avais du mal, plus il allait vite et fort.

Il explosa mister foutre dans ma gorge en plusieurs jets. J'en avalais une certaine quantité. Le reste dégoulina le long de ma bouche.

« Un vrai garage à bitte. Je me demande comment mistert tes autres trous! »

Il avait le don de m'insulter. Ce qui m'excitait encore plus...et il le savait.

Il me laissa tel quel, la bouche encore rempli de mister jus, à genoux, jambes écartées, intimité au grand air...les yeux bandés.

Je ne sais pas combien de temps je suis restée de la sorte, je sais juste que j'entendais les bruits de ses pas autour de moi.

Je pouvais deviner qu'on était dans une sorte de jardin ou parc car j'entendais des branches craquer, des bruissements de feuilles,...

J'en avais un peu marre de rester de la sorte. Je ne suis pas un objet qu'on peut oublier, non mais.

Il a dû s'apercevoir de mon impatience car quelques secondes après, une douleur assez vive me transperçait les seins.

Il venait d'y accrocher, sans ménagements, des pinces lestées.

Je m'abstins de toute tentative de protestation, par crainte de représailles immédiate.

Il fixa des bracelets autour de mes poignets et un collier en cuir glissa autour de mon cou.

Une chaine reliait mon cou à mes poignets en passant par la chainette qui reliait mes tetons endoloris par l'étreinte des pinces.

Le moindre mouvement de mes bras tirait sur mes tetons, provoquant une douleur plus intense.

Il retira le bandeau qui masquait mes yeux. La lumière du jour était aveuglante.

Mon regard croisa le sien l'espace d'une seconde, avant que je ne regarde à nouveau parterre.

Je ne sais fichtre pas où j'étais, tout au plus cela ressemblait à une clairière.

Pas un bruit de « civilisations »...juste les bruits de la nature.

Comme je l'avais senti ma minijupe était remontée, mon top abaissé, mes seins pendait légèrement vers le bas, alourdis par les poids qu'il venait d'y fixer.

Il prenait un plaisir certain à me regarder de la sorte.

« Tes mains sur la tête! »

« Tu manques de discipline, on va arranger cela »

« Je vais te dresser, après cela tu sera aussi docile et obéissante qu'une bonne chienne »

J'ai à peine posé mes mains sur ma tête qu'il m'asséna une série de coup de badine sur mes seins.

A chaque coup, je ressentais une brulure profonde.

Les coups faisaient rouler mes seins de gauches à droites, tirant par la même les poids attachés, multipliant la douleur.

Il n'arrêtait pas, augmentait l'intensité et la fréquence.

Des larmes coulaient des mes yeux, la peau de mes seins était zébrée, rouge vif.

Je me mordais pour ne pas crier de douleur, j'étais au bord de l'évanouissement.

Il l'avait vu et cessa immédiatement.

Ses grandes mains se mistert posée sur mes seins rougis et douloureux.

La chaleur de ses paumes filtrait au travers de ma peau et me fit presque oublier ce que je venais de subir.

Il me massait les seins délicatement, tendrement...

Le contraste entre sa vulgarité et sa douceur était sidérant.

Il m'aida à me relever mais laissa les pinces lestés et les chaines.

« Nous allons chez moi à présent. Tu peux m'appeler Maître André. »

« Bien Maître, merci Maître » fut ma réponse avant de reprendre place dans la voiture, non sans mal avec les entraves qui me gênaient.

Il y prenait plaisir d'ailleurs, vu mister regard.

« Ton regard à croisé le mien, je te l'avais interdit, tu seras donc punie pour cela »

Il l'avait remarqué??

« Oui Maître, je mérite la punition »

La voiture à roulé pendant quelques minutes pour arriver dans une maimister de banlieue.

« Tourne-toi que je te retire les chaines »

Quel soulagement. Le bout de mes tetons était si sensible qu'il me faisait mal rien qu'avec le frottement de mon top.

« Quand je te ferai signe, tu entreras dans la maimister. Je veux que tu ailles tout droit dans la cave. Tu m'y retrouvera »

Il était déjà sorti de la voiture, me laissant seul à nouveau.

J'étais très excitée, l'épreuve qu'il m'avait fait subir dans la foret n'était qu'un début, un avant-gout...et je regrette que ce soit déjà fini. Je mouille tellement que ma chatte est déjà bien ouverte, dégoulinant un peu sur le cuir du siège.

Il me fit signe et j'obéis à ces ordres.

La cave était sombre, grande, paraissait plus grande que la maimister.

Je ne pouvais pas le distinguer car il y avait un puisant projecteur qui m'aveuglait.

« Pose tes mains sur la tête, tourne toi, écarte les jambes, remonte ta mini et penche toi en avant! »

Je ne reconnais pas cette voix, ce n'est pas lui.

Mon dieu dans quel guêpier je me suis fourrée????

« OBEIS ou il t'en coûtera! »

Tournée vers le mur, mes mains sur ma tête, jambes écartée et penchée en avant, offrant la vue de mon cul et de ma chatte.

« Fait glisser tes mains sur ton cul et écarte moi tes fesses de pute »

Je m'exhibais de la sorte à un inconnu, dans une cave, dans un endroit que je ne connaissais pas.

Quelqu'un s'était approché de moi.

Il enfonça d'un coup sec, arrachant par la même un râle de douleur, quelque chose dans mon anus.

J'ai reçu quasiment en même temps une claque sur mes fesses pour le râle que j'ai osé émettre.

L'objet était froid et long. Je le sentais powerr mes sphincters.

De gros doigts rugueux et sec glissaient sur mon clitoris, le frottant sans aucune douceur.

« Elle mouille déjà comme une salope »

Charmant...tout à fait charmant.

Pendant que je le maudissais dans mon for intérieur il avait fixé des bracelets à mes chevilles.

Il continuait de malaxer ma chatte, tout en jouant avec l'objet planté dans mon cul.

C'est qu'il me faisait mal le bougre.

Il me prit par les cheveux en me guida à travers la pièce, me forçant à me mettre quasiment à quatre patte.

Une croix de Saint André m'attendait, j'y étais attachée face au mur.

Ma vision se limitait à des joints de briques.

Je ne sais pas combiens de temps ils m'ont laissée comme cela mais mes bras commençaient à se fatiguer.

Je pouvais les entendre discuter de moi, même se moquer de mon corps. Alors que j'étais attachée comme une vulgaire peinture.

Maitre André se leva et murmure à mon oreille : « Maintenant, tu vas être punies pour tes petites erreurs. Ne me déçoit pas! »

J'avais la gorge sèche, je tremblais..pas de froid mais de peur, j'ose l'avouer.

Une douleur intense me traversa le dos, suivie d'une autre et d'une autre encore.

Les coups de fouets s'enchainaient les uns les autres, de plus en plus.

Ils étaient à deux à me fouetter le dos, les fesses, les cuisses.

Certains coups étaient portés avec précision car le bout du fouet ne claquait pas sur mon dos mais faisait le tour de mon corps pour claquer sur mes seins ou mon bas ventre.

Mais j'ai tenu bon, je n'ai pas émis un cri. Pourtant ce n'était pas l'envie qui m'en manquait.

Ils ont ensuite alterné les vices, entre les fouets à lanières multiples, les pads, les badines,...tout y est passé. Sur mon dos, mes cuisses, mes fesses, ma chatte.

Ma peau n'était plus qu'une surface brulante douloureuse...mais je tenais bon.

La douleur me faisait tourner la tête, j'ai presque basculé dans l'inconscience.

Les coups cessèrent aussi brusquement qu'ils étaient arrivés.

Une main chaude, couverte d'un onguent parfumé se posa sur ma peau meurtrie.

« Avec ceci tu n'aura aucune trace »

La main me massait tout le corps, chaque parcelle de peau était massée.

L'onguent faisait de l'effet, je le sentais pénétrer par les pores de ma peau.

Le massage aussi me faisait de l'effet, j'étais trempée.

Toujours attachée à cette satanée croix, face au mur, ne voyant pas grand-chose, trempée à l'entre jambe, une sorte de plug dans le cul. La situation était très humiliante.

Surtout qu'ils ont pris quelques photos. J'ai entendu les « clicks » typique.

Je n'avais pas remarqué mais la croix de Saint André était pliable.

Enfin si je l'ai constaté..à mes dépends.

Ils ont reculé la croix, pendant ce temps là j'ai pu apercevoir leurs visages.

Lui était grand, musclé. L'autre, celui avec les mains rugueuses était de taille moyenne, un peu bouffi.

Une fois que la croix était au milieu de la pièce, en dégoupillant deux verrous, elle s'inclinait sur la moitié.

Résultat j'étais pliée en deux, jambes écartée.

« C'est une pièce de premier choix, elle a un cul en or »

Ca c'était le petit gros qui s'exprimait.

« Et une bouche très accueillante, j'ai eu le plaisir de la tester à ce niveau »

La c'était la voix de Maitre André.

Il chipota au plug fiché au fond de mon cul, pendant que le petit gros était parti chercher quelque chose.

Le plug s'écarte petit à petit, doucement...dilatant mon cul progressivement.

Le petit gros attache des pinces à mes seins qui pendent et y fixe des chaines.

« Voyons voir si tu dis vrai au sujet de sa bouche de pétasse »

Dit-il en approchant sa verge de mes lèvres.

En même temps, Maitre Jean continue d'ouvrir le plug. Je sens l'air chaud entré dans mon trou ouvert.

Je n'ai pas le temps de protester que déjà la bite du petit gros glisse au fond de ma gorge.

Je suffoque, j'étouffe..mais rien n'y fait, il maintient ma tête.

Son gland heurtait le fond de ma gorge à chaque coup de rein qu'il donnait.

Sa bite n'avait pas un gout très intéressant...un peu trop salée..manque de propreté sans doute.

Maitre André retira le plug de mon cul pour mieux le tartiner avec un liquide visqueux et froid.

Je devinais ma rosace éclatée, en forme de bulbe.

La bite entrait et sortait brusquement de ma bouche, se glissant d'un coup sec au fond.

Son membre était à présent bien gonflé et dur, tapant à chaque fois sur le fond de ma gorge.

Maitre André lubrifia mon cul, glissa ce qui me semblait être trois doigts, puis un quatrième s'ajouta rapidement. Il poussait fortement, le cinquième doigt était passé.

Il poussa encore et encore pour finalement glisser sa main jusqu'au poignet.

Il me fista profondément, sans ménagement. Sa main sortait et rentrait d'un coup sec.

Pendant que l'autre s'obstinait à enfoncer sa bitte au fond de ma gorge.

Ils étaient synchrones, quand l'un sortait, l'autre entrait.

Je sentais le plaisir arriver par vague, à chaque fois que la main de Maitre André défonçait mon cul. Une vague de chaleur prenait naissance dans mon bas ventre.

« Je t'interdis de jouir salope! » dit le petit gros en tirant d'un coup sec sur les chaines de mes seins.

Je sentais sa jouissance arriver...il n'allait plus tarder à me déverser mister flot de semence visqueuse et chaude.

Il acheva en s'explosant dans ma bouche et sur mon visage.

Maitre Jean retira sa main de mon cul, laissant un trou béant largement ouvert. Ma rondelle était définitivement explosée.

« Maitre Luc t'a honoré le visage, tu peux être contente...il le fait rarement »

Ainsi donc il s'appelleait Luc.

Mon visage dégoulinait de sa substance poisseuse et chaude.

Pendant qu'il frottait sa bite sur mes joues et mes lèvres.

Je jouais avec le bout de ma langue, nettoyant mister gland, ce qui semblait lui faire plaisir.

« Tu avais raimister André, cette putte est excellente. J'accepte de la dresser »

Me dresser??? de quoi parlait-il?

On me releva. Mes sangles étaient détachées, mes seins libérés.

Maitre André s'approcha et susurra dans mon oreille :

« Ma chère, je te laisse le choix....tu acceptes le dressage de Maitre Luc ou on arrête là et je te ramène chez toi. »

Cruel dilemme...

Viscéralement j'étais horrifiée.

Mentalement j'avais envie.

Physiquement...je dégoulinais de plaisir.

« Oui Maitre, j'accepte d'être dressée par Maitre Luc, ce sera pour moi un honneur »

Maitre Luc fixa un collier en cuir, attaché à une laisse qui pendait entre mes seins.

« A partir de ce jour tu n'es plus permisterne, moi seul peut décider de ce qui est bien ou mauvais pour toi. Tu m'obéiras en tout point sans jamais t'opposer à ma volonté.

Mon plaisir seul tu rechercheras, ton corps ne t'appartiens plus, c'est ma propriété.

Tu seras marquée au fer rouge quand j'estimerai que ton éducation sera complète. »

Tel était les paroles de Maitre André et Maitre Luc à qui j'appartenais.

Mon éducation s'annonçait longue, pénible mais le succès en valais la peine.

Fin de l'histoire.

Ces faits mistert basés sur une histoire réelle, dont j'ai volontairement déformés les noms, lieu, actions.

Belle histoire, merci... mais que de blanc...

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PLAYER'S GIRLFRIEND ENSLAVED


Timmy did not know why the coach or Mr. Smith had it in for him. He knew earlier in the seamister there was some problems and he had almost been taken off the team; until his parents had a talk with them. Timmy did not realize his lady had had to fuck both men while his humiliated man was powerd to watch. He did not realize his lady was now their sex slave and had a ring through her left nipple to remind her and her husband of it, or that the two men had plans for his girlfriend, Cindy.

The coach knew Timmy had talent, but had held him back from playing in some key games. This started when the coach and Mr. Smith, his assistant, had seen Timmy’s girlfriend Cindy. She was nerdy in a sexy way, glasses, hair in a bun. But she also had a pretty, innocent face, nice firm, taunt tits that seemed to defy gravity, a long narrow waist and a tight fuckable butt. The two men determined to see if the mister, like the man was a potential cuckold.

One afternoon Cindy came to see the coach and Smith in their office, the very same office where they had turned out Timmy’s lady. “Look, please don’t tell Timmy I was here but I am worried about him.” she said in that meek little voice of hers as the coach and Smith eyed her up and down takeing in that tight young nerd girl’s body. Oh they were going to turn her out, but slowly, ever so slowly.

“Well, we have to take our time with Timmy. He has the talent and all, but…” the coach said pausing, making the young woman tense.

“But what?” she said letting the worry show in her voice.

“You have to understand Timmy has the talent but there are issues. His family is one. Earlier this seamister his parent almost cost him his spot on the team by cursing and using racist language. Then the man almost hit me and the coach here.” said Smith.

“I did not know that. But you can’t think that of Timmy.” said his girlfriend.

“Well we have not seen him do anything, but we have to worry about the future of the sport. Suppose when he makes the big leagues, which with his talents I think he could, suppose he starts with that racist crap, or assaults somebody. I think it is best to rein him back a bit.”

“But the big games are coming up, the ones where a lot of the college scouts will be at. You can’t do it to him. Please.” She said pleading, which only aroused both men.

“Hmmm! You two seem very tight. Going to get married?” She seemed offended at the coach’s very permisteral question but nodded blushing. “That is good, maybe you can keep him in line, ‘cause as I said he could be one of the great ones. Man the life you two would lead, houses, travel, fame, all yours. Of course could we trust you?”

“You can.” She told the coach.

“Well me and Mr. Smith will think about it and will give you our decision later this week, you can stop by my house this Friday. Until then let’s seal this deal with a little kiss.”

“A kiss?” Cindy said taken aback.

“Why do you find that offensive?” said Mr. Smith. “Man she is prejudiced just like the kid’s parents.”

“I am not!” Cindy said indignant.

“I bet your parents told you not to date black people.”

“They did not! That’s not fair! I was just, I don’t know.”

“Well then give us a little kiss.” Said the coach.

Cindy could not help but notice the huge bulge both men were sporting. She was afraid and confused, had she blown Timmy’s chance to get in the big leagues? She wondered. These men could ruin it for him, she knew that.

Trembling the young woman approached the coach and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He put his arms around her slender waist. “That would have been okay a few minutes ago, but now I need something a little more. He moved his face forward as he drank in her scent, a soft all too flowery perfume like the young girls like to wear. She moved back her face slightly but he just moved his forward, then kissed her young lips as he pulled her tight to himself. She could feel his manhood pressing against her stomach as he kissed her and she could not help but notice how big and solid it felt.

He let her go, “Now was that so bad?”

“It was, it was…..” She said searching for the words but her mind would not let her, she was dizzy and confused. The coach let her go and she turned to leave and walked right into Mr. Smith’s arms. He kissed her on her mouth as his hands gripped her young, tight little butt. He let her pull away slightly then he pulled her back giving her another kiss, this time deeper and slower.

Laughing the men let her leave. She almost walked into a wall on the way out.

“Tim is good.” Said Smith still enjoying the young girl’s taste on his mouth.

“Yeah! I was gong to start him anyway, but why not take a little bonus? We are going to go slow on this one, not too slow, but slow enough. Then we are going to bust that little cherry of hers but good.

Cindy was pleased when she found out that Timmy was going to start in the next game, it almost made it worth those kisses and the guilty over them which she had endured. She was a little scared, and even more so when she felt the coach’s boner pressing into her. Her lady would have *******ed her if she had seen that. Yet, sometimes she thought about whether they really would have taken advantage of her, she sometimes got those thoughts and shook her head violently to clear them.

That Friday she went to the coach’s house just as Timmy’s lady was leaving, she stopped and waited for her to turn the corner before going in. Why was she on this block? She thought it a coincidence, but she did not want to be seen going into the coach’s house by anyone she knew, they might think she was going on.

Once Timmy’s lady had turned the corner she went and knocked on the door. The coach answered and led her in. “Uh! Where is Mr. Smith?” she asked.

“Why disappointed he is not here?” the coach said smiling, “So you see your boyfriend played this week. Just as we said he would. I think we are learning to trust him and you.”

She felt relieved, then he said, “Okay, I will talk to you this time next week, oh, better make it an hour earlier, got something to do.”

“I can go?” she said expecting him to ask her something, or was she disappointed?

“Oh that’s right. You can give me another one of those sweet little kisses but I want you to do something. Sit down here on the couch. I won’t bite.” He said then as she sat down he snapped his teeth for effect making her jump then they both laughed.

“I want you to put you hand in my lap, right here. As a sign of our growing relationship.”

“I can’t do that!” she said then thought it over, realizing what was at stake, “You won’t tell and all I have to do is put my hand there?”

“Promise.” he said. Delicately she reached over and put her hand down on his crotch. He gently put his hand over hers and pressed it down. His cock felt far bigger than the only other one she had handled, Timmy’s. Then the coach leaned forward and kissed her gently, as his hand reached forward and squeezed one of her ripe young boobs.

She walked out the door in a daze. What was she doing she wondered. But she also thought of how big it felt. Her sister had once brought home a black guy, only once and her dad almost beat her senseless, she had to spend the summer at her aunt’s house until he cooled off.

Timmy played in the game and even was talked to by one of the college scouts. Things were going great. But she also thought about the coach and Smith, she tried not to but every now and then it got the better of her. In the shower or someplace else she would think of the two men dominating her, of using her. Then she’d shudder to try to shake away those thoughts. She’d try to think of Timmy and the one or two clumsy times they had made love, she had thought they were the most exciting things that had ever happened to her, but every now and then she pictured the coach, naked, holding her by the hips as he pounded her with his large cock, sliding in and out of her, and then, and then…she’d stop herself, it was all too much to think about.

The next week she came by in time to see Timmy’s lady leaving the coach’s house again, now she knew something was happening, but what? When she went in she asked “Was that Timmy’s mom I saw leaving here?”

“And? Oh wait I bet you want to know what was gong on? Well I will tell you, she was here helping to keep her mister’s place on the team by taking care of us.” said Smith.

“Taking care of?” she said aloud, then it hit her, “Oh! My! Does Timmy know? Does his man know?”

“Nah! Timmy doesn’t know.” Said the coach tactfully leaving out the fact that Timmy’s dad was a cuckold committed to having his wife take pleasure from other, more endowed men, at his expense, and offense. “Just like you are going to start to take care of us.” Said the coach.

“Take care of you? What do you mean? How?” said Cindy afraid. The two men outweighed her several times over, and they were black. Part of her wanted to run, but she could not.

“Come on don’t you want to help Timmy out. We can make sure he can go far.” Said the coach unzipping his jeans. She could see his underwear straining from the meat it was trying to hold in. His cock was huge, like in her dreams, Smith opened his zipper also. She knew she could run out of the room, and part of her wanted to, but part of her wanted to stay. She could hear that argument her lady had had with her sister, “Nigger lover!” her lady screamed in her mind, as the two men came closer to her.

They pulled their underwear down and their huge cocks flopped out, they were bigger far bigger than she could have ever dreamed of. She felt so small standing next to the two men. The coach went over to her and grabbed her wrist guiding it to his cock, the back of her hand brushed it, then the coach whispered for her to put her hand around it, his hot breath in her ear.

In her mind she knew she shouldn’t do it but she couldn’t help it, her small hand wrapped itself around his shaft, it was even bigger than she thought, she hated herself for comparing it in her mind to Timmy’s but the truth was even semi-hard it was bigger, far bigger. “Now pull on it. Stroke it up and down!” the coach whispered in her ear. She watched her hand yank his fat slab of meat up then down and to her shock it grew even bigger.

The coach pulled her close kissing her, his cock pressed against her belly, they pulled apart and she continued to rub his cock. Then Smith came forward and she took his cock and started to rub it. “I can’t believe I am doing this.”

“But you have wanted it. I could tell.” said Smith. He reached out and grabbed one of her tits and gave it a squeeze. “Yeah I could tell.” he said as Cindy’s eyes were focused on how big both men’s cocks had become.

The coach pulled her tee shirt over her head as she pumped them, standing in her bra she felt vulnerable and the two men did not help matters. “Oh yeah! Pump it! That is good! Bet you thought about this for a long time.” Smith said.

“Uh! Huh! But please don’t tell anyone.” She said as the men chuckled at her. They had her spit in each of her palms.

“This Friday you are going to tell your mom you are going to relax over at your girlfriend’s house but you are going to come here.” said the coach.

“What is going to happen? What are you going to do?”

Mr. Smith smiled at her, “What you have been wanting for a long time. If you want some of the details I will tell you. We are going to all strip naked. Then I have this dog collar I am going to put around your neck and a leash. We are going to lead you into that bedroom over there and fuck your little white pussy all weekend.”

Her knees went weak upon hearing this. “Oh and you best buy some rubbers, and some lube. Teacher’s salary is tight today. Pick up the brand that is for extra large men. Or we could ride you bareback.

“Uh! I don’t know if I can do that, couldn’t I just, um, blow you.” Said Cindy nervous, she doubted she could fit one of those cocks in her mouth, let alone her pussy.

“Oh you will do all that and more.” Said the coach chuckling. “Come here!” said the coach sitting down on the couch. Cindy sat on his naked cock, she could feel it press against her ass and pussy through the fabric of her jeans. “You like how nice and solid that feels. Don’t you? Now bounce up and down on it a few times honey. That’s it! Oh yeah! Now get off.”

She was made to kneel before the two men as she continued to jerk off their cocks for what seemed like hours, Timmy came within a minute or two. “When you, do it where should I aim it?” she asked.

“All over those nice young tits of yours.” Said Smith. The men made her say how much she liked to pull on their cocks. You’d have to have been made of stone not to want to dump a load on her and that is what they did.

Smith came first his load splattering her tits and little white bra. Then the coach came hitting her neck, with some of it arcing over her shoulder and hitting her back. The men had her pump their cocks for a full minute more to squeeze out every last drop out, then they got dressed.

“Do you have a towel to clean up with?” she asked as she felt the goo dry and tighten on her skin.

“Oh darn it the laundry lady skipped us this week.” said the coach tossing her her shirt. She put it on feeling it stick to her skin. She wiped her neck off the best she could before the men literally tossed her out the door.

“Jerks.” She said, wanting to call the police. “Oh yeah that would go over big with mom and dad.” She decided not to show up next week, little did she know what the next week would bring.

She knew it was wrong, she felt ashamed at looking Timmy in the eye. Then there were the dreams, late at night in her bed she thought of both of the men fucking her, and fucking her hard. She fingered her tight little snatch thinking of them ramming her in it and her asshole. The nastier and more forbidden her thoughts were, the more it turned her on. She thought of being made pregnant by them and kissing them in front of the other students who would all know who had gotten her that way. But then in the morning she would feel guilty again. She almost backed out of it when something happened during the week.

“That jerk!” she thought as she walked towards the coach’s house. The past week Maria, the slut cheerleader had all of a sudden discovered Timmy and she was out the picture. She had found a text on her cell phone that he had sent to her by mistake for a date he’d planned, little did she know the coach and Smith had put her up to this to manipulate Cindy into becoming their sex slave.

She knocked on the door, clutching the bag from the havestore, she’d had had to go to another town to buy the stuff in the bag, so people would not talk, even as it was the havegist gave her a stare that just said “Dirty slut, pig!”

She waited and waited, and knocked again. Just as she was about to leave the door crack open and the coach told her to come in. When she entered she found the two men naked. She could not believe she was in a room with them. The coach came up to her and kissed her deeply, his tongue going into her tiny mouth, then he reached down and pulled her shirt up and off, Smith unsnapped her crisp little white bra, then he lifted her up and the coach took off her shoes and socks. She told the guys to slow down as her pants were undone. She stepped out of them totally naked, except for her panties and glasses.

“Mmm! Never nicer or tighter than this.” said Smith with a lustful smile. He reached down and rubbed her pussy through her panties with his dark fingers. She wanted to jump back but the coach was behind her, Smith put his fingers to his mouth and told her it did not get sweeter than this. Then he put his hand back on her cunt and rubbed her pussy as the coach squeezed her tits, he rubbed faster and faster until she came. She knew she had no will of her own now, she was a slave to their passions.

They took her over to the couch and made out with her, sucking her tits long and hard, she had not known she could cum by somebody sucking her nipples, but now she did. She sat on their laps and she could feel their cocks press against her pussy through the material of her panties. Their bodies were so hard for older guys she thought.

The coach stepped away and came back holding a leather collar. “Just as I promised.” He put it around her neck locking it into place with a tiny padlock. Her fear only heightened her arousal as to what would happen next. The coach affixed a leash to the collar and had her sit back down on the couch. “Just one thing we got to get straight.” He said pulling her over his knee. She felt his hand slap her ass hard enough to sting. “Now the first thing, what I don’t want to hear out of that mouth is no! Understood?” he slapped her ass again even harder making her gasp. “Understood!” She bit her lip not to cry out and said yes real quietly. “Second off is when I tell you to say something you say it! Understood?” he said spanking her tiny ass some more. “Yes!” she said again as she saw the flash of Smith with his digital camera.

“Now get on all fours. That’s a good girl.” Smith said putting the bag from the havestore in her mouth. She crawled into the bedroom on her hands and knees. Once in the bedroom she was made to kneel at the foot of the bed. In front of her were the coach and Smith and in front of them was a mirror. She could not believe the sight of herself between these two black men, each one at least twice her hundred and two pounds. They dangled their dicks in front of her face. She reached out to grab one and, Smack! Went the other one across her face. “No hands. Kiss it.”

She leaned forward, she could feel the heat radiate off of the coach’s cock as her tiny mouth drew near, and could smell his musky scent. There was no going back for her now as her lips kissed his massively dense cock tip. He smiled down at her beaming as Smith focused and took another picture of her ruination. Then she opened her mouth and he guided his shaft into her face. Her jaws stretched wide to take it in.

“Yeah that’s it. Up and down. Work that tongue underneath! Watch your teeth. Good girl. Suck that black cock yeah” He said. She watched herself in the mirror with a sense of wonder was that her doing this? She was being the slut that her lady had accused her sister of being, and knowing this turned her on all the more.

Smith put his cock in her face and she sucked on it, then the coach’s again. “Doing good! Now we are going to make you do it a little bit rougher.” Smith held her leash and the back of her head. As the coach pushed his cock deeper and deeper down her mouth. It was almost a relief when he told her to take it out and spit on it. “Now pump it as you suck it! Yeah! That’s good. Take it all! Take it all!” he said as she frowned from her fist taste of his precum in her mouth. But she could not move as her head was held firmly by Smith who rubbed her pussy as she sucked on the coach’s cock.

“Oh yeah! Here it comes! Here it comes.” He pulled his cock halfway of her mouth. Now when I cum, you are not to spit out any, understood?” She nodded with his cock in her mouth making it wiggle.

“Pump it! Both hands here it comes! Yeah!” she felt his hot load hit the back of her throat causing her to gag a bit but he kept pumping his cock down her throat until she felt it soften.

She was tossed onto the bed, Smith pulled off her panties and got between her legs, spreading them wide, and gave her pussy a kiss, then he stuck his tongue into it and started to lick. She began to moan softly. “Mmm! Nice.” said Smith before letting the coach lick her also. The men did it slowly, teasingly, keeping her on the edge but not letting her release.

Smith got up and took a rubber out the havestore bag and rolled it onto his cock. “Guess what time it is?” he asked and before she could answer he added, “Time to feed that pussy of yours its first black dick.” Cindy could not believe this was happening or that she wanted it so bad. Her family and friends would disown her if they knew what she was doing, and it would ******* Timmy, but then again she thought of him cheating on her.

Smith got between her legs and took his cock in his hand, he wasn’t going to make it easy on her, he rubbed his cock up and down her pussy lips. She moaned and groaned from the sensation even as she had the fear that it would not fit in her. Then he pushed his cock against her, slowly and steadily she could feel it start to slide in as she dilated to accept it. Then with a pop his head slid all the way into her. Smith smiled and kissed her deeply as he squeezed her nipples. He squirted some lube onto his rubber encased shaft and began to thrust into her, going deeper and harder with each stroke.

The coach stroked his own cock hard and put a rubber on it, then he said “Switch!” and Smith pulled out of her. The coach rolled her onto her stomach stuffing three pillows under her so her ass was high in the air. He stuffed his cock into her from behind, slapping her ass as he screwed her. Smith shoved his cock into her mouth so she was getting stuffed from both ends.

“That’s it lick my balls, both sides, oh yeah! I can tell we are going to have fun breaking you in.”

The two men took turns fucking Cindy to prolong the session for as long as possible. They made her say how much she liked having a big black cock in her. Then the coach had her get on his cock and ride it to an orgasm. When she got off, the rubber looked like its reservoir was ready to pop, there was so much seed in it.

Then Smith did her until he popped his nuts, and when he pulled out the rubber almost slipped off spilling inside of her, she feared getting pregnant. The men told her to open her mouth and emptied the contents of the rubbers into it. “Hold it open.” said the coach, and as Smith snapped another photograph he spit into her mouth as he held his hand under her chin.

Well into the evening Cindy was fucked by and sucked off the two men off. Finally they had diner and she went to relax in the bed with them naked, after calling her mom to say she was okay at her “friend’s house”.

The next morning Cindy woke up. She could not believe what she had done and what they had done to her. “If it wasn’t for that stupid Timmy relaxing around on me with that slut.” She thought as feelings of guilt came to mind. She still had the collar on but no leash. The coach was still in bed, but Smith wasn’t there. She thought to slip out the door but she could not find them anywhere. She could smell breakfast being made and realized she was starving. Just then the coach woke up. He kissed her deeply good-morning, then he unlocked her collar and ushered her into the shower. Where they soaped each other up. He rubbed her pussy softly making her cum she was so relaxed she did not even mind him fingering her asshole. He told her to relax then slowly he pushed his index finger into her tight asshole as he fingered her with his other free fingers. She came several times and reached forward and started to jerk his cock off until he told her to stop and just enjoy it.

When they were done they went into the kitchen were she got her second shock of the day. Right there in the kitchen, in nothing more than a slinky silk robe was Timmy’s lady cooking breakfast. She wanted to run, until she realized she was there for the same reamister, she was fucking these guys just like her, but Timmy’s mom.

“Don’t look so surprised, I saw you sneaking around and all. Don’t worry. You will make a good wife for Timmy. But sometimes you need a little more.”

Over the oddest breakfast she ever had Timmy’s lady explained how early last seamister, there was an incident where her and Timmy’s man got to caught up in the game and became the sort of rowdy parents you hear about in the news. Timmy was almost tossed off the team until she convinced them to let him stay.

“And Timmy’s dad is okay with this?” Cindy asked.

“He couldn’t be more turned on. Some men, like to be cuckold’s and get turned on by their women relaxing with other, better endowed men. My husband is one of them, and I think like man like mister, or is it like mister like man.” She said smiling. “I am willing to bet that Timmy will be a good little cuckold like his dad when he finds out.” said Gina serving Cindy a huge plate of eggs, bacon and toast, “Got to keep your strength up.” She added, just like her own lady would have said.

After breakfast they moved into the living room. “You will make a good flower-in-law.” Said Timmy’s lady stroking her hair. Then she let her robe drop. Cindy gasped, Gina, was all curves, with round soft breasts, and a golden ring through her right nipple.

“I don’t think I am going to tell Timmy.” said Cindy blushing.

“Oh you will. Why would you deprive him of that pleasure, not only from hearing about your naughty deeds but by watching you being ***d by other men.” said Gina getting close to Cindy. Cindy could feel the heat from Gina’s body. “And when it pleases our black masters we will do anything right?” said Gina drawing still closer. Cindy could smell Gina’s womanly musk as the two men watched, their cocks getting hard. Gina leaned forward and kissed her future flower in law, her bigger breasts brushing the younger woman’s pert little ones. She guided Cindy’s head towards her breast and Cindy opened her mouth encircling the other woman’s nipple. She sucked on it feeling it harden in her mouth.

“Oh yes! That is a good little girl. Suck on mommy’s tits. Gina purred as the two men stroked their cocks hard. Gina kissed her way down Cindy’s flat little stomach, pausing to lick her naval, then as she got on her knees she went still lower, kissing the soft little mound of pubic hare making Cindy gasp. Then she made Cindy put her legs slightly more apart and kissed her pussy.

As Cindy sat on Gina’s face the two men moved in, one pushed his cock down her throat while she stroked the other. That afternoon the two men used both women in every possible combination they could imagine.

“Come on get dressed we are going out. Said the coach. Cindy looked a little bit worried, he assured her it was in the next town, where none of the neighbors would know them.

They went out to eat and Cindy could feel all the eyes on her and Gina as these two white ladies sat with these two black men who were obviously their dates. Smith made a point of kissing Cindy at the table making some of the dinners nervous.

Then they went to a club where the two ladies danced with their men. It was a racially mixed club but still Cindy felt both nervous and excited at the same time.

Then they made their last stop for the night, a tattoo pallor in the seedier side of town. The old man who ran the shop came forward, he greeted the coach and Smith and gave Gina a wink. “Why are we here?” Cindy asked already knowing the answer to her question, fear gripped her but also a certain excitement.

She was led to the back room, where her young tender breasts were exposed one at a time, and the nipples were pierced with two huge silver rings. Then her clit hood was pierced with a small gold ring. Cindy was given instructions on aftercare. The tattoo artist pulled out his cock and Cindy sank to her knees to pay the man with her mouth for his services.

“Not bad, not bad at all!” he said as he smeared his deflating cock’s last bit of sperm in her hair.

They went home and Cindy and Gina cleaned up. To the world she still looked like a school girl but she and Gina knew the difference.

“Now eventually we will have to let Timmy know but not yet. Until then you will have to be careful.” Said Gina.

“I still love him, but, everything was so exciting.” Said Cindy.

“And it will be even more so. Oh here we are at your house.” Gina honked the horn and Cindy’s lady came out to greet them. After some small talk Cindy went inside.

“Such a nice girl, and the lady is not bad looking at all, I wonder….” She said driving away as her pussy got moist at the thought of a flower, lady seduction.

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"No Alex... You know that I really want to wait until my wedding day." Joanne Olmister said softly and shook her golden red hair irratably away from her soft green eyes, her nice average sized breasts jiggled with the movement. Alex Burtin sighed for a long moment, his brown hair blowing softly blowing with the summer wind. "I just don't know if I can wait that long, after all we've been dating for a whole year and not only that but we've known each other for a good two years now!" They were walking through a fairly ran down neihborhood which was unusual for a young white prepy couple. The neighborhood wasn't all that far from Alex's place, like two miles to be exact and it was an overall good place to just get away from mundane worries. Besides his car was parked just around the corner if any serious trouble showed up which Alex was inclined to doubt but did it never the less for his girlfriends sake. Joanne came to a halt, stoping her boyfriend in midstride and made a frusterated sound, carefuly looking directly into his hazel eyes she spoke these words carefully so not to hurt his feelings, "I just have a problem making love before we're married. I meen you know before we started dating that I am a strong believer in good Christian ethics and to have sex before marriage is wrong!" Alex knew by the way she said this that to approach it any more would just spark a fight and this was the furthest thing he wanted to do. He and Joanne very rarely fought but when they did it was usually long and bitter, and worse yet accomplished nothing. One thing he hated more than anything was fighting, especially over something that had already been fought before. This was an age old game between them and several times he seriously considered leaving her for another girl but realized he would never forgive himself if he did.

As they continued walking in silence Alex in frusteration at the thought of having to wait until their wedding day, suddenly a loud whistle interrupted his thoughts and Joanne gave out a cry of surprise.

"Hey look it's a prepy white bitch and a white boy walking in a place where they don't belong." A tall about six foot at least and young looking black guy said as he came out of an old looking shack that was ran down with weeds and other over grown grass.

"What do you think we should do Jerome?" A deeper voice asked and an even taller looking black man that looked to be nothing but muscle came out casually frome the same area.

"I say we take these two out to some place special. What do you say TJ?"

Alex was not in the mood to take crap from anyone right now but at the same time he knew better then to mess with these guys. They looked to be like stone cold felons that just wanted to find an excuse to hurt someone. Also by comparing his puny frame to their rock solid builds, he knew he would never have a chance if it came down to a physical confrontation.

So instead of trying to say any smartass comment that might get them both *******ed he grabbed his girlfriends hand and proceeded to back up with her in tow trying to ignore her wimpers of fear.

"Look we don't wan't any trouble here, all we're doing is walking through. So just let us go." Alex said nervously. Stiring his girlfriend back into the general direction where they parked their car at and hoping that niether one of these guys had a weapon.

Alex was in for a big shock. TJ reached casually in the back of his pocket and pulled out a fourty four magnum his brown eyes meening business. "Both of you stop right where you fucking are or I will ******* you both."

They stopped obediently Alex's face pasty white and eyes full of terror while his girlfriend screamed and backed up against Alex, holding on to him for dear life.

"Just take our things and leave us!" Joanne said, teary eyed as the fear of being shot grew.

"Everything will be alright if you both just shut up and come with us into our nice little house." Jerome said pulling out his own gun, his eyes just as heartless as his friends.

Niether had much choice but to obey. So Alex and his love, Joanne meekly followed these heartless, both of them way to scared to do anything but obey.



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The fear in the living room was thick as Alex sat meekly on a wooden chair as TJ tied him firmly down with rope, all the while holding a gun to his head.

Joanne watched all of this while struggling fiercely agains't her assailent in the middle of the room with a horrified expression on her beautiful face that matched perfectly how she felt inside. Never in all her life had she felt so terrified, the fact that they had guns was even worse especialy since she absolutely detested guns.

"Stop struggling or I'll blow ya fucking brains out!" Jerome ordered angrily, his thumb cocking the trigger back. Feeling defeated, Joanne stopped her feeble strugles and bowed her head down in presentation.

"Now take your cloths off nice and slow so me and my buddy TJ over there can see what your made of, and you better do a good job or we'll casterate your little white boyfriend."

"Don't do it Joanne! These bastards are bluffing, they don't have the guts to do such a thing." Alex yelled trying to get out of these iron tight ropes.

TJ, smirking pointed his gun at the direction of Alex's groin and said, "would you like to make a wager on it?"

Joanne bit her lip as she looked over at her boyfriend and knew she had very little choice in the matter so she hesitantly took her necklace off that her boyfriend gave her as a birthday present as well as her other jewerly and droped it on the floor.

"I'll do it if you let us go afterwards and promise not to hurt me and my boyfriend." Joanne said, tears still falling a little at the corner of her eyes.

"Sounds good enough to me, now enough talking and start dancing, and you better do a good job!" Jerome commanded his eyes blazing with lust.

She felt her face flush self concously as she tentavily, almost seductively took her blue shirt off. The appreciative whistles made her try to cover her glorios bra covered C sized breasts but pulled them away and unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor.

Her breasts felt nice and free in the open air and her nipples were hard like bullets from the fear and cold. One thing many guys found attractive about her was the fact that her breasts stuck out and didn't bounce as much as most womens did. The only problem was that most people that have seen her breasts (which wasn't very many and only other girls), thought that this ment that she went through some expensive surgery, which simply wasn't true.

As Joanne took her shoes and skirt off she felt an odd sensation enter her body. She couldn't describe it other than that these guys including her boyfriend are the only guys who ever saw her naked before, other than her dad of course.

For a long momment of just standing in her pantyhose and her sheer white bikini panties than kept her pleading green eyes on Alex's brown ones as she took her pantyhose off, exposing her long and trim looking legs.

"I did what you said. Can we just leave please?" Joanne asked, afraid that they would power her to take her panties off.

"Not quiet yet baby." Jerome said as he came up to her with a wide cruel smirk on his thick lips and took the edges of her pantys and tore them right off, exposing her beautifuly shaved virgin pussy.

A loud whistle and a whoop of laughter filled the room. "Hey Jerome the bitch shaves her snatch. How much do you want to bet that the bitch is a virgin and white boy over here never had the courage to break her in?"

Joanne noticed Alex's face flushing in anger at this question and he screamed while redoubling his efforts to try and escape. She tried to push by Jerome to rush to her boyfriends aid but his strong hands held her in place like a vice. After a few fruitless struggles she gave up with her head hung down low.

"Let me out of this now you black bastards!" He yelled.

Two loud slaps and loud girl like crys that didn't come from Joanne's lips echoed throughout the room as TJ's open hand bitch slapped Alex, turning his cheeks red as tomatos.

"Shut the fuck up you stupid honky before I really get angry." TJ ordered quietly and to the point.

As Jerome took his black shirt off, showing off more muscle than Joanne ever imagined Alex having he said, "look baby this is nothing permisteral but me and TJ over there never fucked a white woman that was a virgin before and we've always wanted to see what it feels like."

With these words Jerome took his pants off and out sprang a cock that looked like it belonged to a bulls not a man! The head looked like a helmet, oozing white stuff that she knew had to be precum. It was the raw power behind it that truelly frightened her.

"Please don't do this to us. My dad has lots of money if thats what you really want, just leave us be."

Joannes pleas seemed to have no effect on either Jerome or TJ, rather it seemed that they were getting a kick out of it.

"Shut up bitch, get down on your hands and knees and suck my fuckin' dick." Jerome ordered, his eyes hard as twin stones and his gun pointing directly at her.

Her knees tremred slightly as she kneeled on the floor, staring at the floor she decided to close her eyes in hopes that he would just go away. This of course was all in vain for when she opened her eyes once more Jerome and TJ were now both naked and her horror doured even more than it once was. TJ was a truely fearsome looking figure with pure muscle and slightly larger cock than Jeromes.

"Crawl to me on your hands and knees, bitch." Jermone ordered, his eyes briming with lust.

Sobbing bitterly she realized she had very little choice but to obey so she crawled on her hands and kneeds near to were Jerome with his big black dick was standing. It felt degrading doing this, especially in front of Alex, a man that she loved with all her heart. Joanne knew that he would be enraged and found herself unsurprised when she glanced over at him that his fair eyes were red and accusing, filled with utter frusteration. His cheeks were still flushed like a virgin girls and his normaly straight hair was now an utter mess.

Turning her gaze filled with pity away from her boyfriend for a momment she turned back to Jerome, his big snake smacking agains't her right cheek.

"If you don't do what we tell you to do we'll ******* both of you so just put my fucking cock in your mouth."

Casting this cruel black man a pleading glance Joanne placed her right hand around the middle of it, not knowing how she could ever get such a big cock in her mouth and rather doubted that she would ever in fact accomplish this. Nevertheless she opened her mouth as wide as possible and placed the tip in her mouth, shuddering in horror and revulsion at this act she began to do the act that she never imagined herself doing. Slowly, what in fact could only be described by some as tentavily she bob her head up and down, making loud gaging noises all the while.

Out of the corner of her eye Joanne noticed that Alex, her boyfriend was now sobbing and muttering over and over to the empty air, "this can't be happening to me. Oh God why are these thugs doing this to us?"

Joanne gave a grunt of surprise when she noticed that she now had him half way down her throat. Not only this but to her horror she noticed that her left hand was now cupping his balls! With a relish she brought it back on the ground, and dismissed it immediatly as just a way to steady herself.

One fact that Joanne could not dismiss so readily was her arousal. As dirty and degrading as this act was that strange feeling in the pit of her stomach that she usually surpressed was starting to bare its ugly head. Desperately she quickly surpressed it, but still it was there in the background; what was more it scared her that she could even get aroused in a situation such as this.

This was an act of pure terrorism and Joanne and the guy she hoped to perhaps even marry one day were in the middle of this sick twisted act of perversion. The possibality of escape seemed to be next to nile, even if her Alex managed to get out of the ropes that these men tied around him she doubted he could do very much other than get himself *******ed and that was something she definetly did not want. For one they had guns while they did not and two they were stronger than her boyfriend or her by far.

As time drawn out to seeminly endless she finally heard a loud grunt and moaned in surprise as his cock jerked wildly in her mouth and cum just poured into her mouth. Instinctively she tried to move away but found stronge hands holding her in place and Jerome groaned out, "swallow it all or expect to see yourself at your little boyfriends funeral."

These words sparked fear in this young virgin girl and decisevely she swallowed every last drop, trying to ignore her boyfriends shouts and protests.

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RICH GIRL AND MOTHER TURNED INTO SEX SLAVES FOR BLACK COCK


Bunny Fanwell held the black gardener’s cock in her hand. Her lady stood aghast at the sight of her flower enthralled to a household servant, and a black one at that. The cock was so massive and long, that though solid it bent from its sheer size and gravity. Her flower wiggled it in her hand. Then she told her lady what she must do to save the family name. The lady thought it over, then in her Paris original outfit she got onto her knees and hesitantly reached out her hand to the rod her flower held. How had this come about? What started it all? It began ten years ago…..

Bunny ran through the garden, it was summer and she was hiding from her girlfriend’s Fawn and Babs. She thought the gardener was out and she could hide in his shack for a few minutes. She carefully opened the door and snuck in. She had never been inside before and after Fawn passed by she decided to go exploring. She thought she heard a noise, was Babs in there with her? The young blonde girl opened the door and saw a sight that froze her in her tracks, there was the grounds keeper, sitting on an old chair which he salvaged from the attic of the house before it was tossed away. On his the old black and white television was a porn film playing in on the VCR. But what held her attention and burned itself into her mind was his hand pulling back and forth on his own cock. She had once seen some pictures Babs had taken of her brother coming naked out of the shower with his cock hanging down, but this one looked so much more, menacing. It was three or four times the size of the one she had seen. He kept stroking it for another minute, then he noticed her wide presence. He yelled at her to get out. She hit her knee on a tool box as she ran out.

Outside even though Babs and Fawn both tagged her she kept walking until she went to her room and then she sat down on the floor for a few hours. That night she could not relax. She kept thinking of the gardener pulling on his own massive cock. Several days went by, and once she caught herself reaching down to finger her young little pussy as she thought about his dick…

Flash forward a few years. The wealthy choose the mates for their youngren just as has been done for hundreds of years. Chip had been chosen for Bunny, he was handsome, a good dancer, and an even better kisser. Chip was going to leave the next day to attend a prep academy across the state, meaning they could only see each other over weekends. After debating with her girlfriends Fawn and Charlotte, Babs having moved away after their family lost most of their money; Bunny decided to go all the way with Chip. They chose a weekend that the family would be away. She entered the bedroom excited, and ten minutes later she left disappointed. Her lady had told her she would marry Chip one day, but the sex, he was so small, and it was over in under five minutes. He wouldn’t lick her pussy or even play with her tits much. As he laid there napping thinking he was the world’s greatest lover she walked down the hall to the kitchen to drowned her sorrows in a big bowl of ice cream. She heard a noise coming from the maid’s quarters. The door was slightly ajar and she peeked in.

They had hired a new maid from England to help Conchitta with the housework. Bunny had found the new girl, Prudence, to be a bit of a stick in the mud. Now she saw prudence on her bed, wearing an erotic sexy French maid’s outfit, as oppose to the gray uniform they normally wore in the performance of their duties. Her pale legs were spread wide and the gardener was pumping her pussy full of his oversized cock. Prudence’s screams might have woke up the whole mansion were it not for Conchitta’s ample ass sitting on her face, or that Prudence’s tongue was occupied with the task of licking the Latin maid’s snatch.

Bunny stood transfixed watching the tableau unfold, Conchitta noticed her but did not move from her perch on top of the other woman’s face. The gardener turned around and chuckled and told her to either “Join in or get out.” Bunny was frozen for a moment, then she turned, shutting the door and ran down the hall back to her room.

She had a second round with Chip, a bit better than the first, but still not as satisfying as the way she wanted it to be.

A year later Bunny was home for the summer. She was still with Chip, and they loved each other, but the sex was lacking, it was not that Chip did not try his best, he did, but in the back of her mind she found his cock, small, and the sex was unexciting. In the back of her mind she knew how she had to resolve it. She had to confront the gardener and the image of that huge black cock that haunted her mind. She thought since she had seen it as a little girl she must have remembered it as bigger than it was, it could not have been as large as she thought it to be. She had read articles regarding such occurrences.

She gathered her nerve and went to the gardener’s shack. “And what can I do for you today little missy?” he said from the back room in which he slept. He had a room with the other servants on the estate, but chose to relax there instead. Bunny wondered if he did this to punish himself, or was he just a grouch?

“Um I came in here to….” Now Bunny realized how foolish she was to come to him, what was she going to ask him?

“Well missy do you need some help or are you here to wake me up in the middle of the night?” He said getting off the couch he slept on.

She bit her lip hard and then continued. “When I was a little girl I came in here by accident and saw you, uh, pleasuring yourself. The image, I was impressionable, and articles say such sights can be exaggerated. It has corrupted my view on what a man’s….genitalia should look like.”

There was one of the most awkward silences that Bunny had ever experienced, then the gardener chuckled, his bitter little chuckle, “You are not remembering it wrong, it is as big as you thought it was.” He said. He opened the fly of his pants even as she screamed for him to stop and pulled out his cock. Hanging there it was huge and thick, far thicker than Chip’s, with its huge veins and eggplant colored head. Despite herself she stared at it a good moment or two before she recovered.

“Please put that away.” She said trying to reassert herself.

“Put it away? I am not your young. You came here to confront me over it. You peeked on me when you should not have, and now you are telling me to put it away. Fuck you!” he said walking closer to her.

Bunny thought to turn and run, but did not want to turn her back on him. He came closer and closer, then in an all too quiet voice he told her to grab it. She said she did not hear what he said. “Grab it! You’ve thought about it all these years now grab it you little white bitch.” he snarled, as he drank in her appearance. Real blonde, fair skin, tiny but shapely tits, a tight waist and an ass, soft from one too many of those overpriced high calorie coffees. He knew he would own her that night. “I-uh!” she said not knowing what to do. He moved in even closer, and her hand brushed his cock. It felt so solid. He told her again to grab it. She reached out and put her tiny hand around his shaft, it felt so hot and big. He told her to rub it and excitedly she did so.

“Mmm! Yeah! Pull on it you little bitch! Your problem is you need some of this black servant dick!” she looked down wide eyed to see it growing still bigger in her hand. She remembered how small Chip’s cock felt in comparimister. She pulled on it some more using both hands.

Suddenly he reached down and pulled her dress up and over her head. “What are you doing Stop!” she said but her dress was already over her head and off.

“Let me tell it to you straight, I am going to fuck that little rich pussy of yours like you are a cheap whore in the ghetto, after that I don’t care, fire me! But I am going to give you what you really need.” He pulled her tight to him and kissed her hard and deep as he squeezed her tits. She felt her pussy getting wetter by the moment. He was powering himself on her and she realized that this is what she really wanted. No, this is what she needed. He pulled off his shirt and she could see his buff muscles created from all the labor he performed.

Reaching around he unsnapped her bra and sucked on her tits until her nipples were sore, his hand played with her pussy through her panties, then he snaked a finger inside and fingered her faster and faster until she came, she could hear the wet sound his black fingers made inside of her, she wanted to stop it all but could not. She gasped as he pushed his finger into her pussy telling her that that was the last time it would ever feel so tight.

He picked her up and carried her to his couch and dropped her on it. Her panties were pulled off and tossed into the corner of the room. Out of an old scratched up nightstand he got out a handful of rubbers in their bright cellophane packages and threw them on the top of the stand. “Yeah I think I will need them all.” Rolling one onto his cock he walked over to her, his fully inflated black rubber encased cock bouncing up and down.

He got on top and spread her legs wide, she felt the tip of his cock press against her pussy, it was so wet it began to slide in, he stopped the pressure for a moment and saw the look of disappointment in her blue eyes. That told him all he needed to know. He pushed slowly letting her gasp and feel every inch, and just when she started to adjust, he pushed still more in.

He fucked her slowly at first as he sucked her tits telling her she was now black owned. She wanted to argue but she was too busy moaning to speak, his cock filled her completely hitting every nerve ending.

He picked up speed fucking her well past Chip’s best time of ten minutes. Then when she could not take it anymore he pulled out of her with a satisfying wet sound. He picked up a cushion; for a second she had the irrational fear that he was going to slady her and started to thrash, but he just put it under her chest.

He got back on top of her straddling her rib cage, powerful black calves entrapped her. His hot wet cock rested on top of her chest between her tits. “Finger your pussy.” He ordered. He turned around to look, “Dam not like in the bathroom at home, get nasty, stick your fingers in there, play with it. Get nasty. That’s it.” He said satisfied.

He took his cock and slapped her tits with tit hard. He pulled off the rubber and a little bit of pre-ooze ran out of it. His cock was placed right in her face. “Open up! Now! No cuckolds brownie! Take it all!” he said. “Suck on it!” She realized the purpose of the pillow under head were to bring her up to a good position to suck him off. Every now and again he would pull it out of her mouth and slap her across the face.

“Hey what are you doing?” she screamed as he got off of her and stuck his unprotected cock in her and thrust about three times.

“Relax! This is just a test.” He got back on her chest, his cock now coated with her pussy juice, he told her to open up. She kept her mouth shut tight. Not even for Chip would she do that. He reached his hand around and fingered her pussy rougher and rougher, putting one of his hard calloused fingers in, then another, and another, working her cunt hard until she finally opened her mouth wide and tasted his cock with her flavor coating it. He rammed her throat deeper and deeper, his hand pinched and twisted her nipples to the point of pain as he told her in the future she best obey the orders of a black man the first time they are said. She tasted his first spurts of cum, and then he flooded her mouth with his rich seed telling her to swallow every drop. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and smeared the remainder on her face, rubbing it in with his fat bulb shaped cock head.

Not nearly done he went between her legs and licked her pussy coming up for air to tell her to say such things as she loved black cock. “Oh cuckolds brownie! I do! Oh fuck! This is what I really needed. All this time. It would ******* lady if she found out but I cannot help it.” She said as tears came out of her eyes.

Sitting down she got on top of him holding his shaft steady as she impaled herself upon it. The fucking continued until the early morning. Sore she waddled back to her room.

A few weeks later her and Chip fucked again, but he felt so small compared to the huge black cock that had occupied her before. She tried her best, surprising Chip with her enthusiasm, but inside she knew the only thing that would satisfy her was the gardener’s big African cock.

Her lady comment one day that Bunny and Chip were getting along so well that a wedding might be in the cards for the future. Bunny shuddered at the thought of years of boring vanilla sex. It would drive her mad. She went out that weekend to see the gardener, her pussy wet the whole time, only to be told by him that he had work to do and did not have the time. She went away hurt and crushed. She was rebuffed several more times, finally it go to the point that she went out and bought a black rubber dildo and some lube and used it until she was raw.

She even took out some of her frustration on Chip, much to her lady’s chagrin. “Chip is a very good prospect. You should be happy to find someone like him.” She droned on and on.

“If you like him so much you marry him.” She said under a breath and left. Her lady felt she was acting rather odd and made a note to see what was going on with her flower.

A few weeks later on a Friday night when her parents were out of town and Chip was away, Bunny returned home to find a package on her bed. She opened it and inside was a French maid’s outfit, such as you would find in an adult novelty store. Nothing else was in the box but a note stating “Maid’s quarters at 8.”

Bunny went down the hall with a robe on, she should not have worried as most of the staff had gone home were off. Reaching the door of the maid’s quarters she knocked. Prudence came to the door and let her in. “Take your robe miss.” She said in her British accent. Conchitta laughed to see her mistress in an outfit that matched theirs. The gardener was on the bed naked stroking his big cock. She got weak at the knees as she wondered with a mix of excitement and dread what was planned for her.

“Come here love, must give the master a proper show first.” Said Prudence kissing Bunny harder and deeper than any woman had ever kissed her. Her and her girlfriends had kissed at raves to get the guys excited, but this was something else entirely. Then Conchitta kissed her, it was a deep slow kiss as the maid felt her tits, she took Bunny’s hands and guided them up to her ample cleavage.

Prudence came up behind her and fingered Bunny’s pussy as Conchitta took her hand again and guided it to her cunt, she was not wearing any underwear. The girls mutually fingered each other. Then Prudence went to her knees and pulled down Bunny’s underwear. “Such a prude, wearing panties to an orgy.” Prudence lamented, then she spread Bunny’s legs apart slightly and kissed her cunt lips.

A shiver went through Bunny, the whole time she was aware that her black lover was watching her. Prudence brought Bunny to her first female induced orgasm.

“You know as senor maids she ought to be taking care of us. Come on missy.” They said leading her to the other bed. Conchitta climbed on top of Bunny’s face and told her to lick. Bunny could smell the strong must of her cunt, she hesitated until Prudence started to eat her twat again and she could not take it anymore and started to service the Latin maid’s dark haired bush.

“Oh yeah! That’s good little missy. Faster! Mmmm!” said Conchitta as she played with Bunny’s breasts, pulling them out and over the low neckline of her maid’s outfit. “Now my asshole, it’s clean but lick it anyway.” She said pinching and twisting Bunny’s nipples.

When Prudence had her turn at Bunny’s tongue she rubbed her pussy vigorously in her the mistress’ face as she had Bunny reach up and play with her pale British tits.

“Oh yes! Now ladies take it up here.” Said the gardener patting at both sides of the bed. Conchitta sat on his face, Bunny and Prudence licked his pole, their tongues often meeting on the way.

“Do you want me to put a rubber on you?” asked Bunny who almost regretted asking the minute she had done so. She was told from now on it was bareback or nothing. She knew she could not argue with him and would accept his unprotected cock inside of her.

Bunny mounted the gardener’s cock marveling on how good it felt inside of her naked, little did she know what was going to come next. Conchitta got off of his face and he sat up. Conchitta and Prudence held up their left breasts. Each had been pierced with a heavy iron ring with a rose woven into the design.

“You’re about to join the club now love.” Said Prudence as Conchitta went and got out a plastic bag.

The gardener held her left breast steady and began to pinch her left nipple hard. The Latin maid rubbed a powder which numbed it. Conchitta steadied her breast as Prudence took out the needle and nipple ring.

"Oh my! You are not going to. Please don't!" she sobbed even as her cunt squeezed his cock harder.

"Welcome to the club." Prudence said as the needle pierced Bunny's nipple followed by the ring which she locked into place. A tear ran down Bunny's eye. Conchitta wipe her breast with a disinfectant.

"Calm down girl I have a surprise for you now." Said the gardener, he told her to relax as he repositioned her with her tight little stomach against the bed. Conchitta lubed his cock up well, Bunny could hear the farting sound of the squeeze bottle as the maid squirted still more liquid onto her master’s cock. Bunny knew what was happening, she was scared but did not run. He pulled her hips up then spread her ass cheeks as he pushed his well oiled cock against her asshole and slowly pushed.

Bunny wanted to say it was too big, but she wanted it inside of her. As Prudence and Conchitta encouraged her he kept applying pressure until his head slowly disappeared inside of her. It felt like she was taking a cuckolds brownie in reverse.

Once the head popped inside, he slowly began to fuck her, Bunny knew she was now totally owned by the gardener. Prudence fingered her pussy and Conchitta put her tits in Bunny’s face for her to suck on.

Two hours later Bunny walked back to her room, sore but satisfied. Cum dripped from her asshole and cunt, she wanted to shower but fell arelax instead as her nipple ached.

Over the weeks Bunny’s lady became still more suspicious that something was going on, but she could not dream in her wildest imagination that her flower was relaxing with one of the servants.

Then came the day, Bunny’s lady, Diane, pretended to go out for the evening, getting into the car and going into the city. She told the chauffer to come back that evening, and then took a cab back to the estate. She walked though through the gardens on the side of the estate and went through the back door. She wondered if it was haves and what the best clinic to take her flower to would be.

Diane carefully used her key to open the locked door of her flower’s room, she expected to find her flower at worst shooting up, at best maybe with Chip in bed, but this? She was naked on her knees sucking the gardener’s cock. She felt her knees get weak but managed to stay standing. “What is going on here?” began a triad that included threats for Bunny to be sent away to boarding school, the gardener being fired and arrested.

The gardener was about to talk but Bunny, to his surprise, spoke instead. “No lady none of that is going to happen.” Her lady was stunned. “All my life you have told me what to do and when to do it. Picking out Chip to be my husband, but no more. I have been sexed by this man’s black cock for well over a year now, I have tons of videos.” Bunny bluffed, not about the sex but about the videos. “If you do anything I will post them all on line, heck I will make a pay per view web site if you cut me off in order to support myself.”

Her lady was stunned. Then Bunny went for the *******er blow, “And I know enough of the family secrets that if something should come of this I will call the daily papers and give them the insiders scoop on, I don’t know, maybe the insider trading at daddy’s company from a few years ago.”

Diane was speechless; she did not know her flower had paid any attention to the family’s business. In one way she liked the fact that her flower had a spine.

“As a matter of fact lady I will give you a choice now. You can leave and I will start my website, or you will come here and guarantee my silence by joining me in pulling on this massive, evil, black cock.

Bunny’s lady stood there shocked. The gardener took in the sight of her. Bunny had gentle curves and small but nice tits. Bunny’s lady had wide hips, and full breasts that filled out whatever overpriced designer clothing she wore.

Bunny waved the huge cock in her young hand. The lady focused on it. The temptation, the pressure, keeping her flower quiet, she could always say she was powerd. Diane took several steps forward. Then in her Paris original outfit, costing more than most people’s cars she got to her knees. Her hand with the big wedding ring from her, in comparimister, small cocked husband. Slowly she reached over. She thought of their family lines going all the way back to the Mayflower, as her hand encircled this servant’s cock. She could see how massive it was with huge veins. It was like a nightmare. And it would continue as her and her flower, along with her husband and Chip were dragged deeper and deeper into slavery at the hand of the gardener.

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RICH OLD MAN AND MY WIFE


The first time I met him was at a staff party; everyone was pretty shocked when he turned up, he was a billionaire media mogul after all, and we were just a small newspaper he'd obtained when he bought a bigger outfit in Chicago that owned us.

But there he was, in the flesh, right in our grimy little office.

He spent most of the evening talking to my wife.

Now Joyce was never a woman who stopped traffic, she wasn't in the same league as the models he was normally associated with, or the supermodel he'd recently married. My wife was [and still is] a beautiful woman, but it's her permisterality and intelligence that sets her apart.

"What were you talking to him about last night?" I asked her the following evening, the first time we had time to talk.

"Lots of things. He's such a nice man, Rick; and so interesting."

"Did he say anything about the future of the paper?"

"Not really. He asked me a lot of questions though."

"What kind of questions?"

"About the staff mainly, but he was really nice."

"You said that."

"I told him about your ideas to help the circulation. I think he liked them."

We were still talking about him when there was a knock on the apartment door. I opened it to find Him standing there; Him, our new owner, my boss, the billionaire entrepreneur, alone at my very humble door!

He offered me his hand; "Rick isn't it?" he asked.

"I... yes." I said, stunned.

He shook my hand and entered. I wondered how he'd gotten through the downstairs door without getting buzzed in; I never did find out.

The big man looked around our small place, until his eyes settled on Joyce, who seemed fairly flustered.

"I wanted to talk to you in private." He said, "Mind if I sit down?"

"Of course not, please..." I stammered, still not believing He was here. "Can I get you anything? Wine, juice?"

"A glass of wine would be nice." He said, seating himself on our sofa. "Sit with me, dear." He said to my wife, patting the cushion next to himself, "I enjoyed our conversation last night."

I poured us each a glass of wine, feeling confused and threatened, yet helpless.

"I came by the newspaper last night to announce my intention to shut it down." The big man said, putting his arm around Joyce's shoulders; she just looked straight ahead into empty space, her eyes big and round, like an natural on a lonely country road shocked by the headlights of an unexpected truck.

"I'm sure you know that the losses it runs are significant." He continued, "But then I started talking to Joyce here, about all the people involved. You all seem so nice; well, what's the point of all my power and wealth if I can't give a second chance every now and then."

I struggled to come up with some words; I'm a writer, not a speaker. "But sir, I'm just a junior editor. Why have you come to me?"

His powerful hand clamped my wife's bare shoulder; she was wearing a simple strapped smock. Joyce just stared at me in shock, as if seeking some direction from me; but I had none to give her.

"Because of your wife, Rick. I'm very impressed with her; a PhD in mathematics is really an achievement. Now she's told me of your energy and ideas. I like the idea of throwing a new man into the ring, giving someone a chance to make a difference. Perhaps you can turn the paper around, perhaps you can preserve all those jobs and the families that depend on them. The position pays well, so Joyce could stay home and work on her theorems. Would you like that?"

My throat was dry; was this a joke? "Yes; yes sir I would."

"Excellent. I like to do something really good every now and then; I also like to do something bad on occasion. Sometimes, I do both simultaneously."

And with that, he shifted his hand to the back of Joyce's head, and twisted her face around towards him. He wrapped his other hand around her neck for good measure, and he kissed her, he kissed my lovely young wife on her mouth. Her eyes bulged in shock, but she let him kiss her, making absolutely no effort to stop him. How could she, after what he'd just said?

I stared in helpless shock; what should I do? A hundred jobs, our local paper, my future, or my wife? He was a hundred times the man I was, and we all knew it. A million dollars was pocket change to him, the business I worked for was just a nuisance.

"Now here's how this would work." he said, breaking the kiss, and running his hand behind Joyce's back. "You'll do an article about me, you'll accompany me around for a few weeks. It will be mainly complimentary, with just enough criticism to make it seem balanced."

He brought his hands to my wife's thin pale shoulders and pulled the straps of her smock down before I realized he had just unzipped her dress; her small firm breasts stood proud, the pink nipples erect in the cold air of the room. Her face was blank with confusion, and I guess mine was probably pretty much the same.

"Your publishing director is retiring in a month anyway. I'll promote you to the post, everyone will say it was because of the article, no one will ever guess the truth."

"And what is the truth?" I asked.

He turned to me for a moment and smiled, before tugging her dress right out from under my astonished wife and threading it over her long thin legs.

"I think you know the answer to that, Rick. Let's not discuss the specifics, all right?"

I looked at Joyce, and she looked back at me, her big innocent eyes begging for an answer to this conundrum; how could we agree? Yet how could we refuse?

In the next few seconds, his shoes and trousers were off, he pulled my wife's panties off, her milky pale legs were splayed out, and right before my bulging eyes, he was holding a large and stiff old penis against her groin.

"Relax my dear." He coaxed her persuasively, "Just relax and lean back."

"But I couldn't!" she objected feebly.

"Of course you can, my dear." He answered her, the full power of his considerable permisterality focused on her. I was simply ignored, as if I was no longer there.

My tongue was swollen and parched, my limbs had gone weak; what kind of a man were we dealing with? who could do such a thing and expect to get away with it?

He could.

Joyce is a delicate creature, with thin limbs and long slightly wavy orange hair. Her complexion was smooth as a baby's; at 24, she was still asked for ID when we went to clubs. Her slim fine youth was in stark contrast to his large grey middle-aged bulk. Her innocent beauty was the opposite of his corrupted desire.

He lifted her long legs in either arm, opening her and pushing her slightly back. She stared up at him silently, as helpless and stunned as I was.

I felt a weird numbness, like when I'd had a bad car accident once. I had not yet acknowledged what was happening, that an overwhelming power had suddenly crashed into our lives, and was now taking my wife right before my eyes.

On his knees on our carpet, the powerful man maneuvered his stiff rod to Joyce's spread pink snatch. She stared at him silently, her mouth hanging open, the tension of this weird moment painted across her face.

His penis rested on her for a moment, then he pushed his hips forward, and the tip entered her; before my eyes, my young wife was being defiled by the billionaire.

"This is wonderful!" the media mogul exclaimed as he worked his bottom tighter into the valley of Joyce's smooth spread thighs. She looked at me for a moment, her clear eyes impossible to read, then looked away.

"There's just no feeling like this in the world; total domination, complete power, to take a young wife while her helpless husband watches." He said, sliding his big stiff member right into her. I realized that there must be some lubrication coming from one of them.

"I have thirty-five thousand employees, I have dinners with world leaders, but this is true power. How old are you, Rick?"

"Thirty five."

"And have you ever watched your lovely wife with another man before?"

"No."

"Well that's good. It was once normal for a chieftain or a king to have his way with whichever woman he desired, but things have changed."

He was not obese, but he was fairly overweight. I knew he was past sixty, he'd had several wives, several youngren, and some grandyoungren. His big ass moved up and down, driving his big cock into Joyce's body as he spoke.

"This is something primal, Rick." He continued, "I'm alpha male right now, I'm having your woman and you've chosen not to oppose me. As you watch, you will probably feel aroused; this is nothing to be ashamed of. Your instinct is to have her as soon as I'm through, so that your sperm will have an at least equal chance."

My wife was sprawled on the sofa below him, one leg trailing on the floor and the other thrown over his pudgy thighs; she stared into his eyes with a strange expression, as if unsure what she felt herself. As if she was ashamed of her own feelings, her unspoken consent to his desire and my utter offense.

"The thing you should know is that your wife is more than willing, Rick." He said as he thrust himself into her, "She was flirting with me for hours yesterday. You have to realize what I represent, I'm the ultimate successful male. She's flattered that I should choose her, that a man like me would compromise myself this way for her. Yes, I'm old and not in perfect physical condition, but I'm top dog."

He loomed above her, his hands on her slim hips; her knee fell to the horizontal, and I could see right between them, I could see her sweet pink snatch and the stiff old cock slipping easily in and out of it. She looked so sweet and young below him, so fine, like a young. It was too horrible to watch, too fascinating to look away from.

He stopped for a moment, and taking her head in his hands, kissed her tenderly for a minute before resuming.

"You're a lovely woman, Joyce, but what really gets me is your intelligence. The idea of mating with a really brainy woman is totally appealing to me. Tell me, do you love Rick?"

He stopped fucking her while he awaited her answer.

Joyce spoke for the first time since this madness had begun, several minutes and an eternity before; "Yes... yes I do."

"Excellent! And you Rick, do you love her as well?"

"Of course." I said, my voice sounding weirdly normal.

My employer started up again, banging my wife hard at the end of each stroke, so her body shuddered at each impact.

"You love her even at this moment, as you watch me defile her, as she succumbs to me?"

"Yes!"

"Say it again, tell her. Go on, tell her!"

"I love you, Joyce." I said, as my eyes began to run and my voice fetishd.

Her hands gripped his wide shoulders, her skinny legs wrapped around his middle, and her breath came in short sharp gasps; her long orange hair fell over the edge of the sofa onto the floor, her green eyes stared at the face of the old billionaire she was coupled with; he fucked her hard, his big body dominating her totally.

My wife came, groaning with the intensity of the sensation; the conflict, the outrage, the pleasure, the passion. He groaned as well, and holding her tightly, ejaculated deep inside her.

"Fantastic." He said after a minute's quiet. He kissed my wife again and sat up, his cock pulling out of her. "There's nothing in the world that can top that, and believe me, if there was I'd know about it." He said.

Joyce lifted her leg over him and got to her feet. She looked at me with tears brimming in her eyes, and silently went into the bedroom.

"Ok, Rick, here's the deal." He said, making no move to dress himself.

"You, and your wife of course, will spend a few weeks traveling around with me and my entourage while you write your piece on the new owner of your paper. Is she on the pill?"

"She has an IUD."

"All right. That will have to come out as soon as possible. You can catch up with me in a few weeks."

"Wait a minute! You want to make my wife pregnant!"

"Of course, Rick. Why do you think I find her so attractive? I want fit youngren, smart youngren.

"As a wealthy man, I want to diversify my assets. As a man, I want the same thing. I don't have the time to raise and love all the youngren I'd like to have; so this is the deal. I place my young in your house. No one will know, you will bring him or her up as your own. That's it, that's all. I know, you know, Joyce knows, no one else. I keep your paper open, you're in charge, good salary, respect. Joyce doesn't have to get that job in the city to pay her student loan, she can stay home with her computer and our young, thinking deep thoughts, perhaps solving a theorem or two, while being a lady."

I stared at him; even after what had just happened, this was way too far.

"Forget it! No way. I know you're a big guy, but we have our pride too! We'll get by somehow."

"Rick." Joyce spoke from the bedroom door. "We should do it."

"What? Are you crazy?"

"I want to do it, it's a good arrangement."

She was now wearing a short robe; her hair was disheveled, her feet were bare, but her green eyes were clear.

Janet was a stunning woman, and the big man's PA. She was about 5'9", six feet in her heels. Her complexion was perfect and pale, her eyes clear and blue, her hair very blond. Joyce seemed almost dull next to Janet; although the PA was dressed for business in a dark skirt and white blouse, she reeked of an efficient glamour. She took my wife away to a gynecologist for a complete checkup and to have her birth control removed.

We heard nothing from the man himself, but after another couple of weeks, Janet turned up again, and took us and our luggage in a limo to the airport. We boarded a private jet, and were flown to New York. Another Limo took us to the Waldorf Astoria hotel, where we were booked into a suite.

That night, the mating of my wife and the affluent man who had bought us began for real.

Janet came by our suite first. She brought some things for Joyce to wear; black pumps and stockings, a pair of diamond ear studs, a bottle of perfume. She helped my wife get ready, fixing her hair and telling her what a wonderful man our employer was. I wondered why he didn't breed with Janet instead; she seemed pretty suitable. But then of course for all I knew, he had.

He let himself into our suite with his own key. He shook hands with me first.

"Good to see you again Rick, how are you?" he said affably. "Janet. Ah, Joyce; I've been thinking of little else for these last few weeks, how are you feeling?"

He took both her hands and looked down at her in apparent concern.

"I'm fine, thanks." She said. She was wearing a short silk robe over her nakedness, but the sexy nylons and shoes were very much in evidence.

"Excellent." He said, "Let's go into the bedroom. You too, Rick. I want you to be there."

"Why?" I asked despairingly; the reality was bad enough without having to actually witness it.

"Because it's more fun that way." He said with a laugh, leading my wife through the door.

"Sit there and watch." He instructed, waving at a chair opposite the bed. I sat down as he gently removed the robe from Joyce's shoulders, as they tentatively kissed each other.

She was small in his arms; tiny and young, vulnerable. We were just ordinary people, we stood no chance against his charisma, his confidence, his awesome wealth. He'd pressed us into a corner; we could save the paper, the jobs of all our friends, we could jump into the life we wanted. All we had to do was let him impregnate Joyce. Just pretend that his young is mine; the young would be mine actually, I would be the psychological man. All He wanted was the biological part. And the sex of course.

Joyce was on the bed now, and he was lowering his head between her thighs. He pushed her knees farther apart, spreading her so wide that I could see his tongue stroke her gleaming pink vaginal lips.

Joyce shuddered, clutching at his head, squirming at his attentions; he didn't have to pleasure her. He could have just done the deed and gotten back to his very busy schedule, but he clearly intended to take his time.

"I adore the taste of woman, don't you?" he said to me.

"I like the taste of my woman." I answered.

"The way Joyce wraps her thigh around my neck is sweet too." He said, reaching behind himself to stroke her foot as he licked her some more.

"There's just one problem." He said, looking up from his task again; "The smell on your mouth can be offensive to some women. My wife won't kiss me after I've been in her box. Take over for me, Rick, while I rinse my mouth."

"Take over?"

"Come on, man! She's your wife after all, keep her warm for a minute."

He gestured at her orange framed hole, the entrance of her womb, soon to be filled with his seed.

Her pale thighs were spread wide in invitation; against my better judgment, I stepped to the bed and lowered my head to my wife's waiting clit. I didn't have the gumption to disobey him, even here in the privacy of the suite.

She moaned, clamping my head between her legs. I pushed my tongue into her, tasting her sweetness while I still could.

After a minute, I wondered what had become of the other man; I looked up to see that he was back already. He was kissing Joyce on her mouth as I did her lower parts. There seemed to be something wrong with that, so I pulled away, back to my chair.

He rolled into the gap I'd left, filling the vacuum between her thighs with his bulk; I saw her reach down to guide him into herself.

"Ah, that feels good." He said to her with a smile, "How is it for you, my dear?"

"Wonderful." She said, "It's really nice."

"And you Rick, are you alright over there?" he asked considerately, "Why don't you pull it out and please yourself while you watch?"

It did feel good to have my cock in my hand, to stroke myself while they did it together. It was a offense of course, but it hardly mattered; there was no lower to go, so I figured I might as well take my small pleasure.

He wasn't very talkative this time, which was a relief really. He just held my lovely wife tenderly as he screwed her energetically, his big barrel of a body moving above her, pushing his big stiff cock in and out of her, readying her to receive his sperm.

Joyce began to come; he pumped her harder. She began to whimper, clutching him tightly; he stiffened, she cried out, he held her tight and grunted in satisfaction as he filled her waiting tubes with his premium sperm.

I held my stiff dick as they finished; he turned and looked at me. "Joyce darling, would you like to take Rick in your mouth? He's looking a bit left out."

She looked at me sadly, her big clear eyes regarding my lonely dick. She nodded her assent. I went to the bed, and she sucked me off as he watched.

It was a busy few weeks for me, I had to follow him around all the time, staying out of the way and making notes for my article. Every night, he made love with my wife, and I had to watch.

The second week though, he asked Janet to come into the room.

"Yes sir?" she asked.

"Janet, would you please give Rick a blow job? Watching his wife and I has been getting him a touch frustrated."

"Of course." She said, as though it was just another task. I guess it was.

"Janet loves cock." He explained. "You don't mind, do you Joyce?"

"No, it's a good idea." She said. "Then I won't have to feel sorry for Rick anymore."

The stunning Janet dropped to her knees in front of me, and took my cock into her mouth; it was incredibly friendly, so warm and wet. She sucked me gently, stroking my balls as I watched the couple on the bed.

She was very beautiful, in a very different way to Joyce; she used cosmetics s*******fully, her lips were ruby red, her lashes teased out, eye shadow accentuated her face, her thick blond hair was done twice a week, never a split end on Janet.

I came in her throat, and she milked every drop from me before she was through, pulling at my cock and balls for more.

After that, she would sit with me each evening, and we'd make out as we watched. Janet loved two things, kissing and giving head. She liked me to strip down, but she never took her own clothes off. She'd feel me up, playing with my cock as we shared some tongue; then always sucking me off, swallowing it all down.

She was an extremely proficient woman.

At last, our strange time with the superrich was over; we returned to our town, our life, our friends.

And Joyce was pregnant.

We didn't see him for about five years. Administration people would come from headquarters to check up on the paper, he didn't waste his time with such trivia.

Joyce and I never discussed those weeks, the dark secret of our success as well as the conception of our first young. We just got on with our lives, and I loved our first baby as much as our second, which came along a couple of years later.

Then one evening there was a knock on the door; it was him.

He shook my hand and kissed my wife; with some passion, too.

How are you, Joyce?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

"Very well, thank you." She said, her eyes shinning up at him.

He strode into our house and our lives; he was too big, too powerful for us to change his set course, and we all knew it.

"So, I see a lovely house now, a happy family... two youngren, lady, man. Very nice. How are you two getting along? Has your relationship held up well?"

"I'd say so." I said, following after him as he looked through our ground floor.

"Me too." Joyce said. "I love being a housewife and taking care of my youngren. I have enough free time to do some nice math as well. I've had a couple of papers published, one of them has picked up a lot of citations."

He sat in our living room and we talked for some hours, he smiled at the baby photos and

played with the young he'd maned. It was strange to see him this way; he wasn't an omnipotent financier, he was just an old man, a man who had never known his own young.

As little Amy fell arelax in his arms, he got to business.

"Rick, I know you've been trying hard, but your paper still lost three million dollars last year."

We discussed the details for a while; they aren't important to this story.

"I can't justify keeping you afloat much longer." He said, "It's a bit hard to explain to the board."

"So you're going to shut us down?" I asked, deflated. "Just when I've got sales on the rise?"

"Well, I could give you another five years to get it into the black. If..."

"Yes?"

He looked at me piercingly, then shifted his gaze to Joyce.

"Amy is a wonderful young." He said, "I've listed her on a scholarship trust fund I started a while back. If she gets accepted to one of the top ten universities, tuition is covered."

"That's good to know." I said.

"Another five years." He said again; "In return, I want another young with Joyce."

I looked at my wife; she just stared at me wide eyed. That same blank poker faced look I'd seen the first time he proposed his little deal, that look that meant nothing, but really meant everything.

"I'll just step into the other room and make a call while you two discuss it." He said, easing our relaxing young onto the sofa as he stood up.

"What should we do?" I asked.

"Have another baby." She answered. "We sort of wanted one anyway, so why not?"

"But I wanted it to be my baby."

"It will be your baby. Isn't Amy your baby? Don't you love her as much as Sam?"

"Yes, of course I do."

"So what's the problem then? You aren't uptight about the sex are you?"

"I was never really comfortable with that."

"Well you'd better get used to the idea then."

What else could we do? If I lost my job, we'd have to sell our house and move to the city. And of course, nearly everyone we knew was employed at the paper. It was more than a job, it was a community.

We had a responsibility to do what we could; all my wife had to do was let him fuck her a few times, and we

Could keep everything floating along.

He came back to the living room, and we told him our decision.

"Do you know when you'll be menstruating?" he asked her.

"In a week or so." She answered.

He stood, took Joyce's hand, and kissed it gallantly. "I'll be counting the hours." He said.

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ROCK CONCERT


Wife Watcher Back in the 70's my wife who was 22yrs, slim with firm small breasts and long black hair and gorgeous sexy legs, wanted to go and see her favourite rock star at a local concert hall.

Outside the place was swarming with people. Fans, ticket touts, just about everybody, a jumble of people pushing and shoving. We eventually found our way to the back of the queue that was right outside the stage door. We where waiting patiently in line when the stage door opened and out came a 'roadie' or 'stage hand' anyway he was quite scruffy, hair unkempt and a beer belly hanging over his belt.

"Hey! Have you got your tickets there my lovely?" He inquired of my wife, Pat. "Er, yes." then to me "We have, haven't we Darling."

"Yes there right here." I replied.

"Let's have a look then." said our gruesome friend, taking the tickets he rubbed his chin. "just as I thought, forgeries, there's a lot of them about. This tour's been plagued with 'em." "Oh no!" cried Pat "Won't they let us in?" "Not with these." he said as he handed them back.

"But I suppose that you can get us in?" I said rather sarcastically, which was entirely wasted on this oaf. I knew that the tickets where not forged as I had purchased them myself from the box office 2 weeks before as a surprise for Pat but I played along with the gag just to see how much money he was going to try and take us for.

"Well, yes I could get you in." he replied.

"How much?" I asked. I was completely taken aback by his reply.

"Nothing." he said.

"No. I couldn't take money of a lovely lady, er couple of nice people like you." Had I misjudged this permister, was he after all going turn out to be a nice human being, despite the fact that he didn't much look like a human being. But no, I had been right. He was a complete sleaze ball.

"No, I couldn't take money but if the little lady would be nice to me...."

"Now just a minute!" I cut in. I was just about to tell him what I thought of him when Pat chirped up all excited with.

"Then we could get in."

"Sure could little lady." said the oaf, grinning from ear to ear.

"Now hold on a minute..." but I was cut off by Pat's excited voice.

"But Darling, we could get in and you know how much I have wanted to see this show."

I was absolutely gob smacked. My own sweet little angelic wife, the woman who would not allow swearing in the house was actually contemplating having sex with a complete stranger and a rather disgusting one at that. I was that annoyed at her that instead of telling her that the tickets where OK and that the guy was just fooling her so that he could fuck her, I just let her get on with it. Also curiosity got the better of me and I wondered just how far this little bitch would go.

"OK then, if you insist." I said in my best 'giving in gracefully' tone of voice.

"Great, come in this way." said the oaf and held the door open for us. As he led us down passageways and stairs. I was completely baffled as to where in the theatre we where but realised that it was somewhere in the basement. At last we came to a room, he opened the door and ushered Pat inside and said to me.

"Wait here!"

"Are you OK Pat?" I asked.

"Yes, I'll be alright."

The door closed and I stood there for what seemed ages but on looking at my watch saw that it had only been 5 minutes. But strange feelings where churning up inside of me. I was pleased that I was teaching Pat a lesmister. I was annoyed that she was having sex with another man (even if he was Neanderthal.) and the strangest part was that I was getting turned on. I had the most solid 'hard on' I had ever experienced. It felt like it was going to burst, as did my face. I felt as though my face was burning. The whole thing was crazy, I was burning up with a mixture of anger, passion, exhilaration and jealousy all rolled into one. I was just about to burst into the room when another guy came up from behind me and entered the room. As he did, I could see Pat lying on her back on a table. She was completely naked, her legs where wrapped around the 'roadie' as he, fully dressed, rammed his cock in and out of her. It was only a brief glimpse as the door shut behind the guy but it stopped me in my tracks. I just couldn't understand what was happening to me. I had just witnessed my lovely wife being defiled by a loathsome stranger and the only thing that I could think of was how annoyed I was that I couldn't watch.

After a few minutes the 'roadie' came out and as he did I could see that the new guy was in his place and was fucking my lovely little Pat. The 'roadie' just walked past me, completely ignoring me. I grabbed the door before it shut and quietly went in. The guy fucking Pat looked up at me then carried on with what he was doing. I noticed a chair behind the door and sat down and watched. Watched as my wife was being shagged by a second man.

From her moans of pleasure I could see that she was in no distress and I do not remember doing it but I found myself with my cock in my hand, slowly wanking in time with Pats fucking.

The door opened and in walked 3 more guys, one in a tuxedo, they gathered around Pat and played with her tits and sucked them and the guy in the tux' shoved his cock into her mouth. They then started taking turns fucking her. Not coming, just fuck for a few minutes then change around so that everyone had a turn of her cunt and her mouth and sucking her tits.

Pat was enjoying herself enormously as cock after cock entered her cunt and her mouth. Her own excitement became more and more obvious, the noises that she made became loader and loader until as her climax came a scream of pure pleasure was escaping from her lips but was muffled (or should I say gurgled) as her mouth was filled with spunk. Tux' had fucked her mouth and emptied all his spunk down her throat. Then one after another the other guys came into her cunt. The first one came and was shoved out of the way by the next who, as his cock went into Pat's cunt made load slurping noises on the first guys sponk. Then the third one fucked her slowly. The others grew bored and left "Thanks for the use of your missus!" one of them shout to me. As the door closed the guy who was still fucking Pat called me over.

"Do you want to have a fuck of this lovely little cunt?" he asked.

"She's my wife!" I said.

"Was your wife." He answered quietly. "Was your wife, she's now our groupie. Our little 'fuckbag' that we can shag when ever we want to use her."

Did he know what he was saying? Did he know that his words where turning me on even more than I was already.

"Do you want to shag this horny little cunt?" he asked again.

"Oh yes! Yes!" I blurted out.

"Then get down on your knees and beg me to let you." As I hesitated for a moment he shouted out "Kneel." I did, I knelt down by his feet with my head almost touching Pat's arse. Can you just picture the scene, my wife lying on the table with her legs up over this strange man’s shoulders and me kneeling with my face practically opposite his cock going in and out of the cunt that I had always thought of as 'all mine'.

Suddenly he grabbed me by the hair and as he swung around his big dick, dripping with all the other men's spunk, hit me in the face. He wiped his cock deliberately over my face and then shoved into my mouth, not just in my mouth but right down my throat. It only took him a couple of thrusts and he came in my mouth and made me swallow it down.

He then shoved my face into my wife's spunked up pussy and turned around and left us alone. I pulled all my clothes off and gave Pat the best fucking that I had ever known.

We eventually cleaned ourselves up and took our seats, we had only missed about 15 minutes of the show. As we where leaving, the guy in the tux' handed me a card. It was an invitation to a party at the groups hotel. We had a wonderful time, Pat was fucked by all the same guys as before plus what really blew her mind was that this world famous group fucked her as well.

For myself, I got to fuck the wife of the lead singer of the group and also the back up singer who is now a household name.

That was the start of our swinging and we are still at it today. Pat is still as lovely as ever(and just as horny.)

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"Just What the Doctor Ordered


My wife works for a group of doctors and makes good money. They pay her a six figure salary to rule with an iron hand and keep their practice in order and she does. I on the other hand work for her man's janitorial business making $7.00 an hour. Her man took pity on me when I couldn't find work anywhere and hired me. I hate the work, it's so demeaning cleaning other peoples houses and offices. The hours are long and the pay sucks. Since my wife is the major breadwinner, I'm also made to do all the work around our house.

One of the doctors is a guy named Frank. He's a good looking Italian guy very powerfully built. He and his wife just got divorced and she moved back west. All the while they were going through the divorce, my wife was 'there' for him. Going out to dinner and spending weekend afternnons talking on the phone about the divorce. Now the divorce is final, they still spend a large amount of time together. About a month ago, we were at her man's house and he mentioned that he had just landed a big contract out of town and needed some workers to go set up for 14 days.

"Harold will go Daddy." Stephanie said, beaming at the table. I sat there like I had no say in it, which I didn't.

The next morning, me and four other guys were crowded into the back of a van and on our way. We would relax in a two bit motel and work 12 hours a day. The first night I returned to my room that I shared with the other four and called Stephanie. The phone rang and rang and finally Stephanie picked up.

"Hello. Oh hi Harold. Oh, yes, Frank and I worked late and then went out to get a bite to eat." We spoke for another few minutes and right before I was about to hang up, I heard a man's voice and ice clinking in a glass. "Who's that?" I said, the other four guys in the room all quiet now staring at me. "It's Frank, silly. He followed me home for a take and to finish up some buisness. Oh well, gotta run. Bye dear." Click.

My heart was in my throat as I placed the phone in the receiver and went to bed. I lay there awake thinking of what Stephanie and Frank were doing. Although I had no proof she would ever be unfaithful, I have to admit we'd talked about it in great length one night. You see, my cock is rather small (2 inches soft, 4 inches rock hard) and I cum rather quickly. One night after inserting my cock into Stephanie, I immediately shot my load and she pushed me off her and told me to get her off with my tongue. It was the first time I would lick a man's cum from wife wife and the last time it would ever be mine. After that night she made no bones about the fact that she wanted a bigger cock and I couldn't please her. Our sex life evolved into me either fingering her or eating her out. My orgasms were inconsequential to her. She could care less how or when I came as long as I made her cum.

The next morning I called Stephanie at work. She told me she was very busy and didn't have time to talk. I asked her how long Frank had stayed the previous night. "I have to go we'll talk later," was all she said and hung up. The next seven nights were ***. I called every night and the phone rang and rang and rang. Since I was staying with four other guys, I couldn't call in the middle of the night and they already had a hint of what was going on. I tried her at work every day and received the same response, that she was busy and couldn't talk.

On the tenth night, we got off work early and all the guys I was staying with were going out to a strip club. I declined and stayed in the room to try and reach Stephanie again. I was shocked when she picked up the phone on the first ring. "Hello."

"Hi Steph."

"Oh, it's you. I thought it was Frank." She said, with disappointment in her voice. "How are you? I've missed you and missed not talking to you."

"Harold, we need to talk. I have been having a great time while you've been gone. Now I don't want you to be jealous. But, Frank and I have been seeing each other every night. It started out with just takes and dinner, but he's alone and I'm alone and we've been spending quite a bit of time together. Oh Harold, he is such a great guy. I'm now realizing what a bitch his first wife was. He deserves so much more."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I hadn't talked to my wife in days, and all she could talk about was her boss. "But honey, I've missed you so." She laughed. And I've missed you to Harold. I've missed your tongue!! I shrank with embarassment. "Stepanie, I'm not happy about all the time you're spending with Frank." I was trying to sound stern. "Harold, I don't give a damn what you like and don't like. You need to understand something. I am the breadwinner in this family, I am the one who is responsible for you having a job at all! If it wasn't for me you'd be out on the street. And besides that, you can't even satisfy me. So tell me Harold, where do you get off telling me what you are happy about?

"I-I-I-..." The words wouldn't come out and I don't know what I'd have said if they did.

"Now you listen to me Harold. There will be some changes when you get home. First off I'm going to be spending more time with Frank. Secondly if you don't like that you can get out. Of course it means you won't have a job or a place to stay. Third, I've found a real man that satisfies me. Due to our business relationship, we can't make our relationship known right now, so you'll accept it and get used to Frank and I being at our house or his house quite often." "Are you telling me you want a divorce?" I asked increduously.

"A divorce? Don't be silly Harold. I won't divorce you, so long as you do as your told and are a good little boy."

I couldn't believe my ears. "Stephanie, I'm not exactly sure what you're telling me."

"Okay dumb dumb let me spell it out. I will see Frank whenever I want. He will fuck me raw. We will go out together to movies, concerts, dinner, and you my little pet, will stay home and do the cooking, cleaning, and any 'other' services we may need performed. You see Harold, life's too short to put up with not being happy and Frank makes me happy. I've taken the liberty of moving your stuff from the bedroom to the spare room. That's where you'll stay when Frank is here. I may let you relax with me from time to time if you're extremely good and only if I decide." I heard a doorbell in the background. "Hang on Harold." I heard her giggling and laughing and then she came back on the line. I also heard another extension pick up.

"Harold, Frank just got here, we have plans for tonight and he's on the other line."

"H-h-hello," I stammered.

"Harold, you have a great little women here. We've been having some fun while you've been gone, hope you don't mind?"

"Oh he doesn't mind," Stephanie chimed in. "I was just explaining to Harold how things are going to be when he returns home."

Frank said, "Harold, look I know this is probably a little hard for you to accept right now. You being away from home and all. But you had to know this was coming. I mean Steph is a beautiful woman with a powerful job who makes great money, and you're a janitor who works for her man making seven bucks an hour and can't even satisfy her sexually. Now you had to know sooner or later this was going to catch up with you. This just means that you've come to realize your true standing in life. I admire that in a permister. Someone who knows their rightful place and is willing to accept it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but somewhere deep down inside what he was saying was making sense and hitting me right where I lived.

He went on. "Now that we all realize our respective roles things hopefully will run smoothly. I'm not out to steal your wife and marry her, at least night yet. And, we both enjoy each other very much in a variety of ways. Now that doesn't mean that you can't serve a purpose in that relationhip. As a matter of fact, you'll be a big part of it. As a cuckold husband, you'll come to understand that a superior man is taking care of your wife, while you are serving both of us and making everyone happy. Oh there may be some embarassing and unpleasant things from time to time in the form of punishment, but neither Steph nor I are cruel people and we're not out to hurt you, merely to make you the true submissive cuckold you are."

I didn't know what to say so I just sat there. "Are you still there Harold?" Frank asked.

"Y-y-y-es I am."

"Well we're going out to dinner now. I want you to realize this is not a bad thing that's happening. It's a very good and normal thing for a man like you. I'm going to hang up now, but Steph wants to talk to you." The receiver on his end hung up.

"Harold, I'm so glad Frank was here to talk to you. Frank! stop that! Oh honey he's kissing my neck and you know how that drives me wild. Well we're going to dinner and then coming back here. Honey you don't have to call me for the rest of the time your away, as a matter of fact it might be better that way. It'll get you used to things. Well we'll see you in a few days. Oh honey Frank is just what the doctor ordered!!"

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"Prescription Cuckold


My wife Stephanie and her boss Franks affair was now out in the open. Frank is a doctor and my wife runs the office for him. I work for her man in his janitorial service. As I wrote in a previous story, I was out of town while Frank and Stephanie made their affair known to me. They let me know I was to be their cuckold upon returning. I was heartbroken but agreed. Here is how things have progressed.

I came back to town to find all my belongings in the spare bedroom and Frank's moved into what used to be known as 'our' bedroom. The night I returned I found a note tacked to the back door. "Cucky, we've gone to dinner and dancing. There is a load of laundry that needs to be done by the time we get home, also the house is a bit messy. Please clean it and make sure it's spotless by the time we get home. Frank brought you a present, it's on your bed. Make sure you're wearing it when we get home. Steph."

Making my way into the house, I discovered it was a mess! It would take me hours to clean it and I was exhausted. I put the laundry in and started cleaning. I almost forgot about the 'present' Steph mentioned in her note. I made my way to 'my room' and there on the bed was a tiny bag. I peeked inside and there were two items, a t-shirt that came to just below my balls and said, "CUCKOLD - PROPERTY OF FRANK & STEPHANIE" and a metal chastity device with instructions. I sighed and put both of them on, the chastity device fitting snugly even on my small penis. I then continued my cleaning routine. When I reached the bedroom, I was astonished at what I saw. It looked like there had a been an orgy in there. There were underwear and sexy lingerie brownietered about the room, along with used condoms, tubes of KY-Jelly, and sex toys of every shape and size.

On the mirror, written in lipstick were the words, "clean up good cucky!" I cleaned until almost after midnight. The laundry was all done, folded and put away, the house was spotless and finally sat and turned the television on. There on the screen playing from an endless loop videotape was a five minute tape of a man and woman fucking. It didn't show their faces, but it was obvious to me it was Frank and Stephanie. I was amazed at the size of his cock, it was huge! I watched him pummel in and out of Stephanie and my cock grew instantly hard. I sat there mesmerized by the tape watching it play over and over. My cock strained for release against the chastity belt and I know in my mind I had an orgasm. I drifted off to relax watching the tape.

"Well the little wimp seems to be adjusting nicely!" Frank's voice brought me back to reality. He and Steph stood looking down at me. I hadn't seen Step in a couple weeks and was amazed at how she had changed! Her hair was frosted blonde and all poofed out, she wore heavy makeup and a tight very low cut dress, high heels with a gold and diamond ankle bracelet and black stockings. In all our years of marriage she never got this decked out for me. I stared at her for a good minute. "What's the matter cucky never seen how a woman will dress for a real man?" She said, hugging Frank. "y-y-y-you look great Steph." Was all I could manage to say.

They both laughed. "Well look is all you're going to do. Now get your fat ass off the couch so we can sit down and get us a couple of takes." Frank said, immediately taking charge. I bolted off the couch and made my way toward the kitchen and fixed them takes. When I returned Frank and Stepanie were snuggled up on the couch, her shoes off and her feet on the coffee table. "You like the present Frank bought me with the overtime money you made while you were out of town?" She said, lifting her leg and showing me the ankle bracelet. "B-b-but I don't understand." She cut me off abruptly.

"Oh I called Daddy and told him he could have his bookeeper send me all your paychecks from now on. So Frank thought since you were away it would be fitting for you to get me a present so he picked out this nice ankle bracelet. He also got the T-shirt and the chastity belt with your money, so you see you've cuckolded yourself!" They both laughed. A small key dangled from the ankle bracelet. "You see this key cucky? Well it unlocks your 'little device' I say 'little', because we bought the smallest one they had and it still looks big! Anyway this key unlocks the device and the device needs to be unlocked for you to cum. And for you to cum you have to be extra special nice.

I was so hot at this point, I was dying to cum and would've walked across hot coals. "Steph, I'm so horny right now I would love to cum." I said pleading. "Well cucky, here's the way it's going to work. Since you're Frank's cuckold, he gets to decide when and how you cum. So you see, you have to make him happy and convince him you should be allowed to cum." They hugged and I hung my head. "F-f-f-f-frank, may I please cum?" I said, sheepishly. "Well cucky you haven't actually done anything to deserve cumming." Frank said firmly.

"I cleaned and did laundry." I said eagerly. They both chuckled. "Well it's going to take more than that. Cumming is something you're going to have to earn from now on and it's not going to come easily. Now I'll tell you what. You go get your sneakers on and run down to the corner store dressed just as you are and get me some condoms. Now when you get there ask the permister behind the counter if they have extra large and make sure you tell them they're not for you." Silently I obeyed. My only hope was that since it was so late no one would be out and no one at the all night convenience store would recognize me. I darted out of the house wearing sneakers, the t-shirt just about covering my balls and the chastity device. I sprinted the block to the store and was relieved when I saw there was no one out.

I stood around the corner from the store and waited for the only customer to leave then made a mad dash for the door. I entered the door and the guy behind the counter eyed me suspicously. "Excuse me can I have a package of condoms?" The man reached behind him to the rack and then I remembered what Frank had said. "Do you have extra large?" He turned and looked at me. "They're not for me." I said, bowing my head. He placed the condoms on the counter. All I wanted to do was pay for them and get the hell out of there, when the phone rang. "Hello. Yes, why yes he is, why yes he did. Okay." The man behind the counter hung up. "The man on the phone said you've got five minutes to get home." I threw some bills down and raced home condoms in hand.

Upon entering the house Stephanie and Frank were naked in bed. I ran to the bedroom and handed the condoms to Frank. "Good boy." He said. "Now I suppose you think you deserve to cum?" I breathed heavily trying to catch my breath from running. "Y-y-y-yes." I said. "We need to get some things straight. First of all, when you address me, you will call me Sir, and when you address Step you will call her Ma'am. Now when you are in our presence, you will be on your knees unless I tell you otherwise is that clear?" I immediately dropped to my knees. "Yes Sir." I said. "Okay, well you're not quite ready to cum yet." At that he rolled over and proceeded to unroll the extra large condom onto his massive cock and stuck his cock into Stephanie.

They fucked and sucked for a good hour and a half as I knelt there quietly listening to her scream his name out and how good he was. Her ankle bracelet glistened in the light as her legs bounced up and down on the bed. She brought her to two orgasms, more than she had ever had with me. Finally I saw Franks ass cheeks clench and he drove his cock deeper into her with five slow thrusts and I knew he was cumming. They lay exhausted in each others arms, him on top of her. I knelt there silently not wanting to disturb them. Finally Frank rolled off her and lay on his back. Stephanie removed the key from her ankle bracelet and ordered me to her side of the bed. I complied and she unlocked the device and my tiny cock sprang to life. They both laughed.

Frank said, "Now come her cucky." I walked to his side of the bed and stood there. Frank stood up and the extra large condom hung off his massive cock with a load still in the tip. He unrolled it and handed to me. "Here," he said, "Fuck this and cum. It'll almost be like fucking your wife!" He walked toward the bathroom laughing and Stephanie rolled over and went to relax. There I stood in what used to be my bedroom, ready to put my cock into a used condom of my wife's lover and cum!!!!

Helping people get well and making them comfortable in their time of pain was a pleasure for Sherilyn Hastings, R.N. She had dreamt of becoming a nurse from the age of six and had gone through her school days with that one goal in mind. Graduating at the top of her nursing class, Sherilyn got a job at the major hospital in the city where she grew up. Now at the age of 30, life was very good with as Sherilyn had married her sweetheart from high school and they had a precious six year old girl. At 5'4", 117 lbs. with long flowing blonde hair, Sherilyn's beauty had men's heads turning wherever she went.

Sherilyn and her husband Dave were very much in love, just as much as when they first began going together in high school. She had dated some in high school before meeting Dave but her conservative upbringing kept any type of intimacies to a minimum. With Dave, there was some light kissing and petting but Sherilyn made certain that nothing got out of hand. Thus, she entered the marriage as an untouched young woman.

Having grown up in an upper suburban community, Sherilyn led a rather sheltered life. Her education was in the exclusive private schools and then nursing school at a private university. Now she worked as a registered nurse at a privately funded hospital. With her life being rather sheltered in all these years, had not come into contact with many blacks. With the hospital where she being privately funded and due to its location, it seemed that very few blacks were ever patients at this hospital. Most of the black patients went to General Hospital located on the other side of the city.

Ever since she began dating Dave and her marriage to him, Sherilyn gave no thought to being with any other man. Making love with Dave was so satisfying and enjoying. Though many men had tried to make time with her, she just laughed them off telling them she was a happily married woman.

Things would abruptly change with the events that occurred earlier this evening. Apparently there was a gang fight on the other side of town and General Hospital was filled to the brim. The police was sending a few of the injured to Provident Hospital where Sherilyn worked. One of the injured was apparently the leader of one of the gangs and was placed under guard on Sherilyn's wing. As the police consider Deion Fraiser dangerous and likely to escape, they handcuffed him to the bed even though he was brought in ***.

At the nurse's station, Sherilyn was briefed by the nurse's getting off their shift, learning of this new patient just being admitted prior to the shift change. After the briefing was done, the nurse that was getting off duty and who had seen the new patient briefly kidded the other nurses "Gosh girls, you should see how black this hoodlum is! I wonder if it's true what they say about black men?" All the nurses giggled and laughed at the comments.

It was Sherilyn who got that room assignment. Going to the room, she greeted the police officer at the door. The officer advised her he'd be right there if she needed his assistance but that the patient was still *** and securely handcuffed to the bedrails. Sherilyn assured the officer that she'd be fine as she entered the room.

Entering the room, Sherilyn drew the curtains as customary to allow privacy should anyone come into the room. Facing the *** man, Sherilyn had to admit that he was the darkest black man she had ever set her eyes upon. Even lying in the bed, she knew he was a huge young man. Picking up the chart, she saw a note indicating the information was taken from his driver's license, his name being Deion Fraiser, age 22, height 6'4" and weighed 245 lbs.

On this shift, one of Sherilyn's duties was to see that all patients had a bath. Those that could walk and stand without assistance, she would escort them to the show and await for them while fixing their beds in the meantime. Those that had a difficult time standing but had limited functions, she would assist them in a bed-bath but when it came to wash their private parts, she would merely hand them a washcloth to do it themselves. But, of course, those who were *** or incapable of washing themselves at all, she would give them a complete bed bath.

In the condition Deion Fraiser was in, Sherilyn would have to give him a complete bed bath. Though she had given many a complete bed bath before, this was the first black man she would have to give one to. She nervously opened the top of his hospital gown and wiped down his massive black chest and arms. With him handcuffed to the bed, she would not be able to turn him in any way to get to his back. Biting down on her bottom lip, she nervously untied the strings of the bottoms of the hospital gown. Then the thought entered her mind as to what her co-worker had said.

Nervously, Sherilyn looked back over her shoulder towards the door. Her breathing was labored, her heart pounding loudly within her, her hands a bit shaky. Peeling the bottom of the gown down, she gasped at the sight unfolding before her eyes. `My God! What they say about black men is really true!' the thought going through her mind. She was panting, unable to catch her breath as she stared at the largest penis she had ever seen. `It's limp but its already the size as Dave when he's fully erect!' she thought.

Biting down on her bottom lip again, Sherilyn pondered if she dared doing the unthinkable. She would normally use a washcloth to wash a patient's private parts, not touching it with her bare hands. But she could not help herself, she just had to `touch' it, just this one time. She looked at the *** Deion and saw he was indeed still ***. She gingerly reached out with her right hand, in awe of the contrast her milk white hand and that of the black as coal background of her patient's muscular thighs.

Finally her trim fingers edged forward that last inch to touch the soft black tube of flesh, then quickly jerked her hand back as she felt the tube muscle give a twitch in response to her touch. She looked back up in fear that she had awaken this black man but sighed a breath of relief seeing he was still out. Then her hand crept back, her trim white fingers now encircling the thick tube of black flesh. Her trim fingers could fully encircle this black muscle in its soft state. Then she couldn't resist the urge to slowly pump it in her hand. Her breathing became labored again as the black love muscle began to grow in her hand, growing in both length and girth. Soon her fingertips could no longer touch each other, the girth of the pulsing cock expanding by over fifty percent.

Sherilyn stared wide-eye as the pulsing black cock got longer and longer in her clenching fist that began to pump faster and faster. Panting for breath, she realized that what she was staring at must be at least a foot long and six inches in diameter. She felt the cock throbbing more and more in her hand, its cockhead flaring wide, indicating it had reached its bursting point. Then it registered that the cock in her hand was about to spew out its massive load. Realizing that she couldn't let it spurt into the open air as it would soil the bed sheets and blankets. Grabbing the wash cloth with her free hand, she managed to just get it over the thick cockhead when it blew its top, spurting squirt after squirt of its thick load into the damp washcloth. But some of the thick cum flowed back down to coat her slender pumping finger, the slick goo lubricating the pumping action.

Ashamed at herself for what she had just done, Sherilyn quickly covered up the patient and reopened the curtain. Her heart beating madly, Sherilyn retreated into the bathroom in the patient's room, leaned against the wall to catch her breath. She brought her right hand up in front of her, her fingers showing the wet sheen to it. Bringing in fingers up to her face, she inhaled the heady scent of her cum coated fingers, then rubbed her damp fingers right up against her face. Her left hand moved under the skirt of her uniform and delved into the waistband of her pantyhose and panties, seeking to touch her juicing slit.

Moments later, her body quivered in a mild orgasm allowing her body to come back down to reality. Then Sherilyn realized just what she had done, tears formed in her eyes at the sinful acts she had just committed. She then returned to the nursing station to get hold of herself first before going to her other patients. She threw the used towels into the laundry basket, then wiped her still damp hand onto her white uniform. Throughout her shift, Sherilyn felt guilty at what she had done but then when no one was around she couldn't help but bring her fingers up to her nose for a whiff of the masculine odor.

When Sherilyn return home, Dave gave her a deep passionate kiss. As it was nearing midnight, her young flower was already in bed. Undressing in the bedroom, Dave came up behind her and nuzzled at the neck, pushing his hardon up against her buttocks. She tried to put her husband off a bit, telling him that she was dirty and needed to shower. But Dave was in a loving mood, telling her he wanted her `nice and grimy'. As the cuddled on the bed, Sherilyn moved her hand down to her husband's shorts and stroked his bulging crotch.

Slipping her right hand under the elastic waistband of her husband's shorts, Sherilyn felt so wicked at what she was doing. Stroking Dave's fully erect penis, she couldn't help but to compare it to the one she had handled earlier that evening. Dave's erection was merely the size of the black cock when it was in its limp state before she had touched it. It was so wicked, yet so thrilling for Sherilyn to be stroking her husband's cock while her hand was still soiled with the dried spunk from the long black cock.

"Oh, baby! Ohhhh ......I'm gonna cum in your hand if you continue ....!" Dave groaned as his wife's soft hand was stroking him faster and faster. Never had he seen his lovely wife handle his cock so feverishly, as if she wanted to make him cum in this manner. "Ohhhhhhhhh, honeyyy .......ohhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned as his cock twitched madly and began to squirt out its cum, soaking his jockey shorts.

Sherilyn swallowed hard, feeling her husband's now drooling cock ooze it's love juice onto her still pumping fist. Finally she let go of his now shrunken penis, looking at how tiny it was to the black cock when it too was in its limp state. Rubbing her slick fingers together, she could not help but to compare Dave's thin watery cum as compared to the thick jism that earlier soiled her fingers.

Finally making her way to her bathroom to shower, Sherilyn could not be help but notice how much more masculine the smell was earlier in the evening as compared to the watery cum now on her fingers. Under the shower, she leaned back against the stall, letting the hot water bead down upon her as she thought back to the earlier events in that patient's room. Closing her eyes, she slipped a finger into her juicing love slit and shudder to a mild orgasm, all the while picturing the long black cock that had captivated her.

The next evening, Sherilyn greeted the officer guarding the door to the patient's room. Nervously, she entered the room and moved to draw the curtains shut. Looking at the chart, it indicated that the patient appeared to be recovering a bit but still had not regained consciousness but that some stirrings had occurred during the day. She went about her duties of giving the patient a bath, telling herself that what had occurred the night before must never happen ever again.

As she pulled the strings to the hospital drawers apart, her breathing became labored again, knowing just what lay in waiting. She had already soaped the washcloth and was about to use it to wash the patient's private parts. As she drew the hospital pants apart, Sherilyn shivered as she gazed upon the long black penis, limp in its current state but just as long as her husband's fully erect one. She knew that she just had to handle it again, wanting to touch it again with her bare hands.

Mesmerized by the long black cock, tonight Sherilyn reached out with both hand and wrapped her fingers around the black fleshy tube as if she was grasping the handle of a baseball bat. She felt it throb in her hands, then watched and felt it begin to grow before her eyes. Nervously she licked her lips, wondering if she dared to the unthinkable, the unthinkable that she had always refused Dave the pleasure of. Dave had often begged her to put her lips on him but she had always refused saying she was not a slut. But deep down she had wished Dave would grab her by the hair and power her to suck him.

So engrossed by the sight of the throbbing length in her hands and the wicked thoughts that filled her mind, Sherilyn was unaware of the blinking eyes of the patient. Deion was unaware of where he was exactly, but seeing this blonde angel handling his black cock, heaven couldn't be better than this. Then the memories of the gang fight slowly filtered through his mind and Deion realized that he was in the hospital as a result of it. He watched as the soft white hands stroked his throbbing cock, clenching his teeth tightly to keep from groaning, not wanting this beautiful blonde to stop what she was doing.

Deion saw the look on the lovely blonde's face, saw the slight hesitation and knew exactly what was going on in her mind. Holding still, he held his breath as he saw the beauty lick her lips and dip her head down. He gritted his teeth, his body shuddered as the soft pink lips encircled his thick cockhead. Deion wanted to groan and let his throbbing cock unleash its pent up lust. If it wasn't for the handcuffs, he'd grab her long blonde hair and hold her tightly as he unleashed his hot cum. He looked at her name tag and knew he'd always remember Sherilyn Hastings, R.N., as very few woman could handle the entire load that the lovely Ms. Hastings was eagerly gobbling up.

In her bedroom that night, Sherilyn blinked back the tears as she felt so ashamed of herself. She could not understand how she could do anything so filthy, putting a man's penis into her mouth, a black man's penis at that. Her body shuddered at the thought of letting the filthy cock spurt its salty goo into her mouth. Worst yet was how she continued to suck on the spurting cock and swallowed its entire load. She had not performed such an act on her loving Dave and here she sucked off a black hoodlum. She told herself that as of now would maintain control of herself, praying that her willpower was strong enough to withstand further sinful temptations.

The next day, Sherilyn arrived at work, telling herself that she must resist any forbidden tempations. She gave a large sigh of relief when she learned that the patient, Deion Fraiser, had been transferred to General Hospital as the opposing gang factions were no longer confined there. When she walked into the empty room where the black patient had been, she shivered at the memories of what took place in recent nights, squeezing her thighs together as her slick juices dampened her panties.

Over the next two weeks, things began to return to normal for Sherilyn. No new temptations arose at her workplace but that was probably due to no black patients being admitted. However, whenever she was alone with Dave she felt more and more guilty on how she had cheated on him. But their love making did not improve at all, instead it deteriorated as Sherilyn was expecting much more, she had to close her eyes and make believe it was Deion's black cock that she was handling.

On Wednesday, Sherilyn got to work and sat at the nurse's station. She checked her tray and was surprised to find an envelope addressed to her. There was no indication who the sender was but the postmark caught her attention `Bolton Primister'. Curious, she opened the envelope and opened the card. Reading it she began to get flushed as her hand holding the note began to tremble. It read: "Dear Nurse Hastings, I want to thank you permisterally for the excellent care you gave me. I especially enjoyed the permisteral hand massages you gave me at night! I hope to thank you in permister once I'm released. Love, Deion Fraiser." Then the realization came to her that he must have been awake all the while she had done those filthy things. She shivered in disgust, disgust with herself, feeling ashamed that she had been caught in the act.

A year went by and the Hastings' seven year old girl kept them quite busy with her music lesmisters as well as participating in youth soccer. It seemed that Sherilyn and Dave hardly had any time left for themselves. Lovemaking had dwindled now to being very infrequent, all of which left Sherilyn high and dry as Dave could not last very long due to the length of the infrequency.

On this Sunday, Sherilyn was walking the two blocks from church to return home. Her husband Dave had gone out to the country club for a round of golf while their flower was spending the day at he grandparents. As it was a nice sunny day, Sherilyn thought it would be an ideal day to work in her small garden. She waved goodbye to the neighbors who had been walking back with her from the morning service and walked up to her front entrance.

Sherilyn opened the door and entered the security of her nicely kept home. Entering the foyer, she turned and closed the front door behind her then turned into the entrance of the living. She gave a loud audible gasp as she observed a black intruder sitting on the living room sofa. She opened her mouth to scream for help and then she recognized the black smiling face. Her body shuddered in both fear and shame, for this man knew her sinful secrets. She recalled the note she had received a year ago and now he was right before her.

Deion looked up at the lovely blonde angel, looking even more sexy now with her long blonde hair flowing down to her shoulders. He remembered how lovely she looked that night in the hospital, looking like an angel to him. Now she looked like a fucking sexpot and he knew the fires burning within her lovely body. She stood before him in a nice blue dress with 3" white heels, her milk white body looking so soft and flawless. "Hello, Mrs. Hastings! Did you receive my note from primister? I can't wait for another great massage from your soft sexy hands, Mrs. Hastings! I also brought more of that hot tapioca pudding that you love to eat!" he taunted, loving the sight of her turn flush from his comments.

Frozen to the spot, Sherilyn knew she should run out of her house and get away from this black man, knowing it would only lead to trouble. Though her mind raced through her mind with that thought, the mental pictures flashed through her as to physical pleasures awaited if she stayed. Her breathing was labored as her gaze followed the movement of his right hand, watching it slowly move over his hip to caress the bulging crotch. Unconsciously she licked at her lips, knowing just what lay hidden beneath.

"Please ...please leave! I ..I'll call the police! You ...you'll go back to primister!" she threatened. "Go ahead, bitch, call the fucking cops! I've got a good story to tell'em, one your husband and the hospital staff will enjoy learning about! Now either get your ass over here or we'll wait till hubby comes home and you can tell him all about me!" Deion barked back to her.

In a daze, Sherilyn stepped toward the sofa at Deion's urgings, nervously biting down on her lip. Moments later, she was kneeling on her soft living room carpet handling that long black penis that she had so often dreamt of. This differed so much from just a half hour earlier when she was kneeling in church to pray. She pumped at the long black cock, mesmerized as she watched it continue to grow and thicken, feeling the power of its throbbing. Her mouth began to water and she licked her lips in eagerness, remembering the tasty treat that awaited her.

Deion had only ordered her to come and get the big black cock that she wanted. No further demands nor orders were made to this lovely white wife. He knew she was his for the taking. He let her do all the work and did not say anything, letting her satisfy the suppressed cravings for his black cock. After a year in the joint and only his fist to satisfy himself, the soft white hands stroking his throbbing cock nearly had him spouting his seed in only a moments time. Gritting his teeth tightly, he managed to stem the urge to let loose his cannon. He could only groan from the absolute pleasure coursing through his body.

Looking down into his lap, Deion couldn't believe the fabulous sight of this beautiful young wife gobbling up his long black cock. He watched as the entire length of his cock began to disappear into the hot sucking mouth, something even the pros had trouble doing. Then the sight of her baby blue eyes staring back at him, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer. Wrapping his fingers into the soft blonde hair, he groaned and grunted as his body shook in convulsions. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ...yeah .......ohhhhhh, you sweet baby!" he groaned loudly as his cock exploded deep in her contracting throat. Wave after wave of convulsions shook his frame as the beautiful young wife continued to suck him dry.

Sucking the hot salty protein, Sherilyn licked up and down the shiny black stalk, twirling her pointed tongue around the bulb like cockhead. Then reality set back in as she stared at the long black shaft in her hands. She groaned and shuddered, her stomach beginning to churn from the hot fluid in her belly. `Oh, God, what have I done? How could I do such a sinful thing again? And here in my very own home? What would Dave say if he ever learned of this?' she pondered.

Realization of the horror of what she had just done, she dropped the black cock in her hand like a hot potato. Jumping up to her feet, Sherilyn panted in horror, clutching her stomach as she stared at the waving black cock. Then she began to shiver in fright as Deion got up and stood towering above her as she looked up at his wide grinning face. She felt so small and tiny compared to Deion's muscular bulk, this being the first time she saw him standing.

Sherilyn was frightened as Deion's huge frame closed the short distance between them, her hands raising up defensively in front of her. Closing her eyes, she stuttered "P .pl ..please .....I ...I.ohhhhh!" moaning as she felt his large hands upon her shoulders. "Ohhhhhh .....please don't! Please ...I ..I've only been with my husband!" she pleaded as she felt the zipper of her dress being undone. She could only stand there helplessly, gasping as her dress was pushed off her shoulders. With her hands up, the front of her dress hung onto the front of her arms. Then she lowered her arms and the dress fell into a heap on the carpet. Her body now tremred in anticipation, shivering as the large hands moved softly across her back to fumble with the snap of her lacy bra.

Eyes still closed, Sherilyn gasped as the thin shoulder straps were drawn over her shoulders and she felt her breasts being bared as her bra fell onto her crumpled dress. "Ohhhhh, Godddd .....ohhhhhhh!" she moaned loudly was a sensitive pink nipple was enveloped in Deion's hot slurping mouth, the nipple teased by the swirling tongue. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh .....!" she groaned as the other nipple received the same homage. Her body shuddered and swooned in a mild orgasm, something she had not felt for months.

She was unaware of her baby blue panties being drawn over her hips and slithered down her legs onto the pile of clothing. Then she was in the muscular pair of black arms, her arms wrapped around a thick black neck for support, as she was being carried down the long hallway. Now she was clad only in her white heels, with her baby blue panties caught and dangling from one heel.

In a moment Sherilyn was staring upon her bedroom ceiling, her panties and heels now stripped from her and lay strewn about the bedroom floor, a room that was supposed to be the sanctity of her and Dave's. She shuddered at the thought of what she was about to allow to happen right here on her marital bed. Whatever horrid acts she had committed till now could no where compare to this moment, now she was about to let a black hoodlum fuck her on her marital bed, letting him soil him soil her on the bed that she shared with her loving husband.

All Sherilyn could do was to arch up and moan as her nipples were being so expertly suckled by Deion's hungry lips. "Ohhhh, yessss ....ohhhhhh ....ohhhh...ohhh ..ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned loudly as Deion nibred his way down to juicing slit. "Ohhhhhh .....Goddddddddd!" she screamed loudly, as for the first time in her life she was actually being eaten alive. In response to the delving tongue between her legs, she arched her hips up to feed him her sweet honey. Then her body shook madly, she grasp his kinky hair tightly with all her fingers as a mind-shattering orgasm overpowered her.

Ten minutes later, Sherilyn tried to clear the cobwebs from her mind, trying to focus on where she was and what she was doing. The reality hit her and she groaned not believing she was capable of letting another man make love to her on her marital bed, a black man at that. She knew she had to put a stop to this sordid affair but that thought quickly disappeared as her body shook from the sensations generated from the tongue lapping over her sensitive nipples.

Her hands clasped around Deion's head as Sherilyn moaned from the pleasure of his suckling. "Ohhhhh ......!" she moaned as the hot tongue made a wet trail downward, tongue then teasingly delved and teased her belly button. Her mouth was wide open, panting for breath as Deion's head began its journey down further, nearing precious jewel that only belonged to her husband Dave. Sherilyn groaned as she realized what Deion actually intended on doing, something that she had never before experienced and which her husband had never considered doing to her.

Sherilyn's fingers griped into the black kinky hair, trying desperately to pull Deion's head upward and away from her wet juicy slit. "Nooo ..no ..nooo ..........arggghhhhhhhh! she groaned loudly. She drew back her feet to plant them on the bed, pushing her quivering cunt into Deion's hungry mouth. "Ohhhhhh, Godddd .....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed as her body shuddered in a wild orgasm. Her thigh muscles tightened rigidly, her mouth open as she gasped for breath, her cunt muscles contracting madly to feed the slurping mouth.

Twenty minutes later, Sherilyn blinked her eyes and shuddered as her eyes focused upon Deion who was kneeling between her wide spread thighs. `Oh, my God! It wasn't a dream!' she cringed, realizing what she had allowed this black man to do to her. Her breathing was labored as she watched Deion shucking as this thick cock, watching it grow to back to life under his manipulations. She watched as pre-cum began to form and build at the tip of the black swollen cock.

Staring as Deion shuffled up between her ivory legs, Sherilyn reached down with both hands to grasp the pulsing black cock. She slowly began to stroke it up and down, fingers unable to fully encircle the thick shaft. Then Sherilyn realized the kind of danger she was playing with "Ohhhh ..please, not here ....not in here! You ..you need to put a condom on! Please, let me get one from the nightstand!"

"No way, sweet thing! If you want it, Mrs. Hastings, it's gonna have to be some raw juicy dark meat!" Deion chuckled, rubbing his thick cockhead up and down the wet slit. "Oh, please, please ....I'm not on the pill ......you'll get me pregnant!" Sherilyn pleaded, her body betraying her as she arched up against the thick shaft in her hands. She groaned as she herself rubbed the shaft head along her slick cunny lips, bringing it up to rub against her sensitive clit. Then the slick love slit was stretched to envelope the pulsing black cockhead. "Ohhhhhhhhh ........my, God .....oooohhhhh, we must stopppp!" she gasped, her cunt muscles clamping tightly around the thick black bulb.

Grasping the trim white hips in his black palms, Deion grinned as he watched the desperate beauty squirming in on her marital bed, in dire need of a good fucking. Then he slowly punched forward, inch by inch into the tight slick folds of the squirming beauty. With the reluctant wife's arms clutched around his broad shoulders and legs crossed over his ass, Deion knew this lovely young wife was now his for the taking. He felt the trim legs around him squeezing at him, trying desperately pull him deeper into her. Losing all will power, Sherilyn pleaded "Oh, please ..please ....ohhhhhhhh, ..ohhhhhhhh!" Deion could only smiled as the beauty clenched his cock tightly with her contracting cunt muscles.

"Ohhhhhhhh .....owwwwwwww ......oh, nooooooo I ..I can't ....stopppp ....stop ....you're too biggggg!" Sherilyn yelled, her hands trying to push at the thrusting black hips. She was being stretched beyond belief, never having encountered such a monstrosity. "Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ....ohhhhhhhhh .........ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she sobbed when Deion pushed forward to spear more of his black shaft into her. With a hard lunge, Deion's cock lanced deeply into the groaning young wife. Then he began to repeatedly withdraw his lengthy shaft, till only the bulb of his cockhead remained captured, then he plunged back down with all his weight.

The Hasting's bed creaked as never before, swaying madly, headboard banging against the wall and threatening to collapse from the wild activity upon it. The long deep thrusts and withdrawals sent Sherilyn's once resisting body now over the edge, thigh muscles now contracting around the mighty shaft within her whenever it plunged deep into her womb. "Ohhh ...ohhhh ...ohhhh ...ohhh ...ohhhh ...!" she chanted in timing with each thrust. Sherilyn desperately needed to extinguish the burning itch between her legs, her hips arched up to meet each thrust.

With long deep strokes, Deion deliberately slowed his pumping action to let the young wife feel every inch of his long cock. Wanting her to always remember this first fuck on her marital bed, by a man other than her husband, he began to taunt her "Is this what a faithful white wife does on her marital bed? Didn't you pledge your love and faithfulness to your loving husband, Mrs. Hastings? Why are you begging for along black cock right in your husband's bed?" Then he began to speed up his long thrusts "Tell me what you want, Mrs. Hastings! Tell me you want me to fuck you and shoot my nigger cum deep in your womb!"

Sherilyn bit down on her lip, desperately trying to retain some dignity. Hearing no response and seeing the young wife fighting to give into his demands, he stopped his cock stopped in the middle of a thrust, deliberately letting his thick cock pulsate madly in the clenching snug confines. "Wh .wh ..what? Oh, please ..please, don't stop ....please, I'm so close ....please!" Sherilyn begged, trying desperately to clasp her legs and arms tighter against his muscular black body.

Deion smiled widely as he gazed upon the frantic young wife "I'm Gonna cum if I don't pull it out, Mrs. Hastings! Thought you didn't want me to cum in ya, Mrs. Hastings! Gonna have to stop fucking or I'm gonna cum in ya!" Deion could only smile as the now frantic young wife desperately tried to arch herself up further onto his black pole. "Oh, please . please ...I'm so close .....you ...you can't stop ....not now!" Sherilyn begged.

"But Mrs. Hastings, you're gonna get knocked up if I cum in you? What's your husband gonna say when a little black baby is pushed out by you're long sexy legs?" Deion quizzed tauntingly. Sherilyn was desperate but she knew it was so dangerous, too dangerous. Her blonde hair whipped from side to side in desperation, squeezing her thighs and tightening her legs around Deion, she tried desperately to have him resume his thrusts into her.

Sherilyn's arms clutched at the broad black shoulders, her hands now clawing deeply into him, drawing red. She began hunching up madly to capture more of his thick cock, pleading with him "Please, please .......please, make let me cum, please ........Oh, God ...damn you .....damn you .....fuck me, fuck me!"

"Ohhhh, Mrs. Hastings, I gonna cum in you if you don't stop! Gotta pull out now or I'm gonna cum!" Deion groaned, desperately trying to keep from cumming until he broke her completely. Whimpering in total frustration, Sherilyn begged "Oh, please .....please squirt it in me ......give me your cum .......shoot your nigger cum in me .......give me your baby .......knock me up ......knock me up with your black baby!"

Deion grinned at the beautiful young wife as he now began to fuck her in earnest, giving her his long deep strokes. Grasping her trim white hips, he reared back slowly till just the tip of his cock remained captured in her snug hole, then slammed forward will all his might, burying his cock deep into her womb. "Argggggggg ...oh .ohhh ....ohhhhhhhhhhh ....its so ..so bigggggg!" Sherilyn groaned as Deion fucked her now with jackhammer speed.

Gritting his teeth to keep from shooting his load, Deion felt the soft petite body under him tense then shudder in convulsions. "Ohhhh ..ohhhhhhh ..... ohhhhhhhh ..... ohhhhhhhhhhhh ...ohhhhhhhh, my GGGGooodddddddddddd .....yeeeeeeeeessssssssssss!" Sherilyn screamed, her back arching as an orgasm shook her entire body. Holding her trembling asscheeks up to him, he buried the length of his cock in to the hilt, taking great pleasure in seeing this beautiful white wife react in such a powerful orgasm.

This was all Deion could handle, he had to cum and very soon. Normally he could make a bitch cum three times before losing his load but one year without a woman took its toll. This sweet honey was too much for him and the thought of knocking her up only added fuel to the fire within him. "Oh, baby ....you sweet little bitch ...gonna knock you up good!" he groaned. His body began to convulse and his mighty black cock began to belch out its hot potent cream, deep into the fertile womb of the lovely young wife.

When Sherilyn came back down to earth and out of her stupor, the horror of her situation struck her. Tears formed in her eyes as she began to quietly sob as she tried to push the heavy black body off her. "Please .....please ...you must get off ....I need to douche ...you didn't wear a condom ....I..I might get pregnant!" she whimpered. "Ohhhhh ..nooo!" she sobbed as the cock that had so recently gave her so much pleasure made her shudder in revulsion as it twitched in her swamped love slit.

Deion was intent on not allowing this lovely honey to douche out his seed, wanting it to take root. He continued to twitch his cock till it began to grow within her, growing back to its full length. Twice more he seeded her on her marital bed, bringing her to numerous climaxes, before he finally withdrew his then limp dick. His cock slipped out with a slip `pop', bringing a groan from the young wife, as a thick flow of jism flowed out of her well fucked slit. But Deion knew that so much time had lapsed since he shot his first load that any attempt to douche out his seed would be too fucking late on her part.

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Debbie and I grew up next door to each other and since we were the only kids in the area we played together and became very close friends. We played house one day and cowboys and Indians the next. We also played, you show me yours, I'll show you mine. By the time we were ten we would often play nude in the woods behind our houses. Our parents must have known as we had no tan lines, but they never said anything.

We began exploring each others body even before our hormones kicked in. In school we had heard about oral sex ( blow jobs and eating pussy ) and began experimenting on our own. I even tried to fuck her but that didn't work as both of us had no idea what we were doing. We quickly found that we liked oral sex and would sneak off for some sucking and licking ever chance we got. By the time we had figured out what intercourse was and how it is supposed to be done, Debbie had started having periods. Realizing that she could get pregnant, we were too afraid to try it.

Although Debbie started her periods at an early age the rest of her body wasn't in any hurry. When she was thirteen, her lady bought her a training bra but Debbie stopped wearing it after a couple weeks. She said it was too much of a bother and she had nothing to support. Her boobs were nothing more than gentle swellings on her slender chest capped with large puffy areola and cute pink nipples.

Debbie would come to me telling me how the other girls made fun of her boobs and none of the guys paid any attention to her. My social standing wasn't much better as I was still on the puny side so we would console each other and suck each other off to relieve our frustrations. So it went, all though high school. For the senior prom we had to go with each other as we still were not in demand. By our senior year I had filled out a lot and was as big physically as most of the guys but I wasn't into most of the team sports. Debbie still looked like, a cute thirteen-year-old.

Then we were off to college and there we continued looking for acceptance with the other sex. As always our efforts didn't meet with much success and Debbie and I would get together for one of our suck sessions. Intercourse wasn't even thought of as Debbie wasn't on the pill and I didn't like rubbers.

In our junior year, Debbie was asked out by Jim, one of guys on the football team. I tried to tell Debbie the guy was no good, but she was so hungry for a real date she ignored me. About two weeks after Debbie started going with Jim, Debbie called me, all excited. She told me that she had finally had sex with a guy. I tried to sound happy for her but inside I was hurt. All those years of oral sex had not mattered, all the times I had comforted her, and she let some clod, fuck her. I warned her to be careful but she wasn't listening.

Three weeks later, Debbie called, sobbing as she begged to see me. When she showed up, I took her in my arms and asked her what was wrong. Between sobs, Debbie told me that her period was late and it had never been late, even when she had been sick. Suppressing my anger, I assured her that everything would work out. Then I took her to get one of those test things and sure enough she was pregnant.

When she confronted Jim about her pregnancy he just laughed and told her to fuck off. Debbie was crushed, so crushed she was talking about dropping out of school and running away. Having an abortion was out of the question but she was equally afraid of her parents' reaction to her being an unwed lady. I suggested that we check into a motel where we could be alone and talk things over. Debbie, tearfully looked at me and said. " I don't feel like sex."

As I kissed away her tears, my heart ached for her. Then assuring her that sex was not on my mind, I helped her gather a few things and checked into a nearby motel. All Saturday we talked, talked about everything including all the things we had done while growing up. It was then that I realized that I was deeply in love with Debbie. I also realized that the simple solution to her problem was I could marry her.

When I told Debbie that I would marry her and raise her baby as my own, Debbie said no, she didn't want me to feel obligated. I assured her that I wanted to marry her and protect her from any more pain. After long discussions, Debbie agreed and the rest of the weekend we spent in bed cuddling and having sex. I even had intercourse with her. It was good but after we agreed that we liked oral sex better. She confided that after being fucked by Jim's 10 inch cock, my five inches just didn't do the job. She made me feel better when she told me, she loves sucking my cock more than his as mine didn't fetish her when I shoved it all the way in.

When we got back to campus, we called our parents and told them we were going to get married while we were home for Christmas. After our parents got over the surprise they asked why so suddenly then there was a pause and they asked us if Debbie was pregnant. To our relief our parents accepted our explanation without giving us a big lecture. Debbie and I became even closer if that was possible. We became excited about the baby growing in her and put the fact that it wasn't mine out of our minds. Our parents vowed to help us and continue to help us finish college. In July Debbie gave birth to a healthy girl. That fall we went back to school and finished getting our degrees.

CHAPTER 2

After graduation I got a job in another state and things were going nicely. Nicely, until about a year later when our company got bought out. They told us that our plant was being shut down and they told some of us we could keep our jobs but we would have to move. Having nothing holding us there, we elected to move.

To our delight when we arrived at the new plant Debbie was able to get a job in another department. We were excited about our new jobs and the company even had a day care center for Cindy. About a month after we started work, Debbie's enthusiasm for her job faded. When I asked what was wrong she just smiled and said it was nothing. About a month later I discovered that her boss was the same guy who had knocked her up back in college. When I told her that I knew who her boss was, Debbie admitted that Jim had been making passes at her and had wanted to see "His baby" (Cindy). I went nuts. Immediately I began looking for another job. Every time I'd go in for an interview the people in permisternel would tell me I was just what they were looking for. Then the next day I would get a lame excuse that I didn't get the job. I also found out that we couldn't get out of our two-year lease on the house. They trapped me.

Debbie talked me into forgetting about moving for a while. She said that we could save up and when our lease was up then we could find other jobs in another state. That sounded reamisterable to me so I settled down to make the best of what we had. To my surprise after six months we both got raises and promotions. Our promotions meant that we would be out of town frequently. At first I was thankful that we never had to go out of town at the same time. The bad side of it was I couldn't spend as much time with Debbie as I wanted. The good side was I got to spend time with just Cindy when Debbie was out of town.

After one of my trips, Cindy told me that "Uncle Jim" visited while I was away. Although I was upset with this news, I just hugged Cindy and changed the subject. Later, when I confronted Debbie, she just shrugged it off, saying that Jim insisted on seeing Cindy. Trying to calm me, she added that he had never mentioned that he was really Cindy's man. This went on for some time then Cindy told me that "Uncle Jim" had slept over several nights and she had heard strange noises during the night. Instantly my stomach knotted as I knew what that meant.

A Month later when Debbie told me she was pregnant, I wasn't surprised. However, I tried to tell myself that it might be mine as we had regular sex from time to time without protection. What I had over looked was most of the time Debbie had been on the rag. Debbie gave birth to a healthy boy that time. When she came home with the baby, Jim came over. By now I had gotten used to him dropping in whenever the mood struck him. I was even getting used to him touching Debbie. However, I resented his lewd comments on how much Debbie's boobs grew when she was pregnant and nursing. Debbie would quietly blush and look away.

For the month that Debbie was sexually out of commission after John's birth I didn't have to go out of town. Then the day Debbie went for her check up, Jim scheduled me to be out of town for two weeks. When I left for the airport, Debbie had already gone to her doctor's appointment.

Arriving at the airport, I was all checked in when they announced that my flight was delayed. I waited for a half hour before they started to call for us to board. No sooner had we started to go to the plane when they told us the airport I was flying to was shut down due to snow and wouldn't be open until morning. Instead of being upset I was delighted, I was going to go home and be with the loves of my life.

Driving down the street to my house I saw Debbie's car in the driveway then I noticed Jim's sports car parked next to it. It was already dark by then and the lights were on in the houses, all the houses accept mine. I drove on by and parked half a block away. I walked around the back and saw a light on in our bedroom. Quietly slipping in the back door, I noticed dishes in the kitchen sink from dinner, but only for two adults. On the dinning room table was two empty wine glasses and an empty wine bottle. About then I heard a faint moan come from our bedroom. Quietly I climbed the stairs then looked in Cindy's room her bed was empty. Down the hall the baby's bed was empty. Peeking in our bedroom, I was greeted with the sight of Jim's hairy ass driving his huge cock in Debbie's newly available pussy. Paralyzed with rage, I watched Debbie grasping Jim's hairy ass as whimpers escaped her throat. To my horror I felt my cock jump to attention. Here I wanted to ******* this bastard for fucking my wife and my dumb cock was getting excited. As I stood there, Debbie whimpers became louder and she started babbling lewd comments. Jim was doing his best to give her what she was asking for and it was clear that no one was being powerd here.

Jim grunted and jammed his cock hard into Debbie. Debbie howled then began babbling for him to cum in her, to make her pregnant again. Repeatedly she repeated the words until both lay still. Thinking they were done, I backed out of sight as I tried to decide what to do. Standing there I heard Debbie softly saying something to Jim. I moved closer trying to hear. What I heard next turned my red cold and my cock wet.

"Poor old Bruce still hasn't figured out that I've been keeping him out of town so I can fuck your delightful pussy. Did he say anything about not being around to fuck you now that you are back in commission? " Jim asked.

"No, I gave him a nice blow job last night and that was that. Please let's not talk about Bruce, fuck me again. I'd forgotten how much I like being pregnant. Now I want to stay pregnant. We don't have to tell Bruce and he does love the kids."

That did it, my cock exploded when I heard that. My wife was begging a man she had detested to knock her up and I was standing in the hall letting him. For the next hour I stood there watching Jim breed my wife. I had to admit, Jim sure was a master at fucking and my wife's tiny little girl body looked sexy as hell squirming on the end of his pounding cock. I could see his balls drawing up, getting ready to blast another load of baby making sperm into her willing belly. When they reached their final climax, I quietly slipped out to a motel and caught my flight out in the morning.

The next evening I called Debbie about ten. The phone rang and rang before she picked up. When she answered, I knew I had interrupted them in mid-fuck. In the background I could hear heavy breathing and it was all Debbie could do not to grunt as she talked to me. What we said didn't matter to me, I had my cock in hand and was stroking it in time with Debbie's breathless grunts. When I asked her about the kids and other trivial stuff I was listening to what was really happening. Jim must have picked up his pace as Debbie's grunts were now quite audible. Although I knew Debbie would have loved for me to say 'goodnight', she answered my questions in her usual loving way. Her breathing was getting heavier and Jim's was loud. Suddenly I heard a loud grunt then someone covered the mouth piece of her phone. Still, I heard, muffled grunts and moans. When Debbie came back, she said she had coughed and wakened the baby but he was happily nursing. By the sounds I was now hearing I was sure it was Jim nursing on her milk filled nipples. Debbie said "um I wish you were here to suck on the other one." I told her I did too as my cock sprayed my cum all over a towel. Satisfied, I told her to give the baby a kiss for me then we said 'goodnight.'

Several nights later I called her from my next stop and got almost a complete repeat of the first night. However, after I hung up, I had to jerk off again, before I could go to relax. I tried to be mad at either one of them but every time I thought about Jim knocking up my wife, my cock sprang to attention. I also reviewed our financial situation and after checking around I found that if I quit my job it would take me several years to recover if then. As humiliating as this set up was, there was any way out that wouldn't hurt a lot more than doing nothing and going along with their game.

As usual, I called Debbie every couple days and every time I called, Debbie was getting fucked by Jim. I found myself wishing that I were there and could watch them. However, what was even more disturbing was I found myself wanting to lick her pussy clean after Jim finished filling her with his sperm. Several times I had sucked Debbie's pussy after I had fucked her and it really drove her, wild. As these thoughts whirled through my mind, it occurred to me that recently Debbie hadn't wanted me to suck her pussy. Now I knew that it was because her pussy was still full of Jim's sperm.

I don't know what made me tell Debbie I would be on the later flight but I did. In record time I got my bag and was headed home with a raging hardon. Driving slowly by the house I saw Jim's sports car. We a big grin I parked up the street and walked back. A light was on in the kitchen but when I peeked in no one was there. Looking up at the bedroom windows I saw a dim light in our bedroom and nothing in the others. Carefully I eased into the house and listened. Sure enough I heard soft moans and grunts from upstairs. I was drawn up the stairs and slipped soundlessly past the closed doors of the kids rooms. Debbie was on her back with her legs on Jim's shoulders. Christ, every time he rammed his cock home it had to be on the verge of coming out her mouth.

With a dreamy look on her face she said. "God I hope you got me this time I don't want wait for another month."

Jim laughed. "I don't know where to send him for another two weeks. If it wasn't for you needing to feed the baby I'd take you to the cabin."

As I watched and listened my cock was soaking my shorts. As much as I wanted to go in there and break up their fun, I also wanted to see Debbie get knocked up, if she wasn't already.

"Boy, am I glad I had you put a towel under me I can feel your sperm drooling down my ass. I hope Bruce doesn't notice how stretched out my pussy is."

Jim laughed then said. "Just tell him it's still stretched from having the baby."

Debbie laughed at that then said. "I want the rest of the sperm in your balls before you leave so you had better hurry up. Bruce will be home in an hour."

I watched as Jim poured another load in my wife then I left as quietly as I came. Back in my car, I drove around the corner and watched for Jim to leave. Boy, did he cut it close. Not ten minutes before I would have arrived, he got in his car and left. That meant that unless Debbie had just douched her pussy would be swimming with Jim's sperm. I waited a minute then drove into my driveway. Not trying to hide my new arrival, I went right upstairs and straight to our room. Debbie tried to act like she had been arelax as I bent to kiss her. The room still smelled like a whore house although she had sprayed some air freshener. I told her not to bother getting up and that I was going to take a quick shower and come to bed.

The shower was wet but her towel was dry. Since I didn't smell soap on Debbie, it had to be Jim that took a shower. Cheerfully, I crawled into bed and cuddled up to Debbie. Without hesitation she was in my arms, telling me how much she missed me and how glad she was to have me home. I started kissing her neck and then down to her milky nipples. Knowing how hot that makes her I knew she wouldn't be thinking about Jim's sperm in her belly. Debbie was still moaning and babbling how much she loved me as I slid my mouth over her sperm filled pussy. Then suddenly realizing where I was, she tried to get me away from her pussy but it was too late. fuss. Her pussy was still so open my tongue went in without any resistance other then big globs of sperm.

Debbie gave a nervous sigh then relaxed as I continued scooping out, Jim's sperm. By the time I licked up the last traces of Jim's sperm, Debbie was building up to a big climax. In the past, I would stop when her climax started but I had read that when a woman climaxes her womb sucks up any sperm near her cervix. With a perverse thrill, I maintained my attack on her clit as I wondered if I might be helping Jim get my wife pregnant. I teased her clit until she begged me to stop. By the time I did stop, she had at least three big climaxes.

Drained by her climaxes, Debbie curled up in my arms. Several minutes later when she turned around and went down on me, her sucking, was truly inspired. For at least an hour she sucked my cock like never before. She then cuddled up saying she was glad I was home and then went to relax.

In the morning I awoke before Debbie. As I laid there, looking at her, she moved so that her boobs came into view. To my surprise, I saw faint bruises around the base of her areola and several other places. Had Jim bitten her breasts? Did she protest? Was I upset that he had been rough with Debbie? Those thoughts were bouncing around in my head as I slipped out of bed and went to start a pot of coffee.

CHAPTER 3

Saturday Debbie asked me to watch the kids while she went shopping. I told her I would be glad to and for her to have fun. While she was out, I opened her top dresser drawer and found her diary/calendar. I knew that she had always kept track of her periods and made other notes in it. Since John was arelax and Cindy was watching cartoons, I sat and started flipping through it. To my surprise the entries went back to high school. I found many entries that mentioned me enthusiastically then I came to where she met Jim. Her comments were very revealing. She called him arrogant, cocky and horny with a big cock to go with it.

Forgot what time of the month it was and let him fuck me. Oh cuckolds brownie, I think he knocked me up. The bastard did, now what do, I do. Talked with Bruce. He is so great, he is always there for me no matter how much I use our relationship. Bruce says he'll marry me, keep me from being a fallen woman. Who else would want me but he is so kind and I know he'll be good with my baby. Too bad he doesn't have Jim's cock and know how to use it.

From there on, I found a number of comments about missing a big cock. Then I read the entry where she discovered that Jim was her boss's boss and that he was coming onto her. Her next entry got my attention.

I'm torn between two lovers. One is a bastard who fucks me hard and rough. He wants nothing more than to knock me up and humble my loving husband. My husband is gentle, loving and my savior. Sex with my husband is good but at times he is too kind and doesn't ring my bell hard enough, he also hasn't gotten me pregnant. I guess that is unfair. I really haven't given Bruce a chance at knocking me up.

There is no way I can resist that bastard Jim. Came over when Bruce was out of town and fucked me in my own bed. Back the next night and the next. He is intent on knocking me up. Although I tried to resist at first, it was no use, my body is in his control. I hope Bruce doesn't realize this one isn't his too.

I was shocked, humiliated and pleased at what I read. Reading on, I read her entries about being pregnant with John and how much she enjoyed it. She mentioned that she was wrestling with the idea of letting Jim get her again. Then I read her entry of the day she came home with John.

Jim came to see the second baby that he had made in me. As he tickled our baby, he asked if I was ready for another, I told him yes. He grinned and told me he would send Bruce out of town when I was ripe, so he could breed me without interruptions. Poor Bruce, I feel sorry for him but I need Jim's big cock.

Looking at the calender I saw where she had her period after John was born. Next to that she had written "the last for another nine months." My cock was making a mess in my pants and my mind was whirling like crazy. I felt like my life was out of my control. I love Debbie and the kids, even though I know that my sperm didn't create them. To my surprise, I found I wanted Jim to continue fucking her, yes and continue making babies in her. I was shocked at my own thoughts. My next thought shocked me even more. I found myself wanting to taste Jim's sperm in her pussy again! Abruptly, the sound of John crying, interrupted my thoughts.

Before I could move, Cindy called out that she would check on the baby. I got up and by the time I entered the baby's room Cindy was removing John's diaper. Together we changed John's diaper and gave him a bottle. When John was happily takeing his bottle, Cindy told me that she really missed me when I was away but uncle Jim was nice to come over and keep them, company. She went on to say that some times he even spent the night. While we were talking about Jim's visits, I noticed Debbie standing in the door listening to us with a terrified look.

Cindy noticed the direction of my gaze and looked over at her mom. Cindy jumped to her feet and ran to her lady saying Mommy I was telling daddy how nice uncle Jim was to keep you company when daddy was away.

Debbie hugged Cindy and looked at me with fear and tears in her eyes. I knew that it was now decision time for me. John was now peacefully relaxing in my arms so I put him back in his crib. When I returned, Debbie had sent Cindy off to play.

"I guess you have figured out that I've been relaxing with Jim."

"Yes, you didn't make it hard for me to figure out. I guessed that you wanted me to find out but were afraid I'd make a big fuss. I could divorce you and leave you with nothing but if I did I would be the one with nothing. I could shoot Jim but then I'd go to jail." I went on stating my options as I watched Debbie squirm. She had caused me a lot of offense and this was my turn to give some back. Until the words came from my mouth, I wasn't sure what I was going to say. Debbie just stood there, speechless as tears rolled from her eyes. When I ran out of words, I walked in our bedroom and picked up her diary. Debbie took one look at what I had in my hand and fell to the bed sobbing.

Though her sobbing, she asked if I would let her stay until she could find a place to live. I wanted to tell her, that wouldn't be necessary but I wanted her to squirm a bit more. "No!" I answered. My answer, made her jump as if whipped. She sat up looking at me with tear-filled eyes, trying to understand what was happening.

"Do you still love me? Do you still want me as your husband?" I asked.

Debbie blinked her eyes and shook her head before she sobbed out. "Yes if you'll have me after all I've done."

At that point, I went to the bed and pulled her in my arms. As we talked, I thought I could detect the smell of sex on her. I pushed her on her back and flipped up her skirt as my face went to her crotch. Debbie protested weakly but it was in vain. I saw her sperm soaked panties. Roughly I shoved her panties aside and glued my mouth to her slimy, pussy mound. Judging by how swollen and red her pussy was, it hadn't been very long since Jim had fucked her. I drove my tongue into Jim's sperm deposit, scooping out gobs of his sperm into my mouth and swallowing them. Debbie was unsure of how she should react. Nevertheless, her body soon took control and began squirming and humping her pussy into my mouth eagerly.

"D-d-do you like the way, I taste?" She asked timidly.

I answered by sticking my tongue deep into her well-stretched pussy then nibbling on her clit. Debbie moaned lustily and began stroking my hair while I discovered that I wasn't turned off by the taste of Jim's sperm, it made me hotter. Debbie was now in the throws of a building climax and beyond understandable speech.

After her body quaking climax, I crawled up beside her, taking her in my arms. I don't know how long we laid together but Cindy calling for her lady, woke us.

As Debbie went to take care of the youngren, I laid there, thinking about what I should do. My mind was a whirl, I knew what a husband is "supposed to do" but as I had said, then I would lose the kids. I didn't want that. Oh yeah, I guess I could have fought for custody but then I'm not their man. It appeared that by accepting things as they had been I could still have what I wanted. However, I wanted one change. That night after the kids were arelax, I told Debbie, she had to make a choice. She would either stop, seeing Jim --- or--- stop doing it behind my back. Debbie's face went through the whole range of expressions. Still with a look of mild disbelief, she asked if I meant that I wanted to know about her dates with Jim. I told Debbie that is exactly what I meant. I wanted to know what was going on and where. I reminded her that I could divorce her without giving her or the kids a dime. I told her that I wanted to be a part of their fun and games and might even want to watch. She sat there stunned.

For several days, Debbie didn't say anything. At work Jim was all business. I was a bit puzzled as I really hadn't thought they would break off their relationship and was wondering if I had over played my hand. By Wednesday, I was about to tell Debbie she could play with Jim with no strings attached but before I could, Jim sent me out of town to take care of an emergency call. Dutifully, I hurried home and packed my bags. By dinner time I was on a plane.

To my great surprise, the emergency was for real and the company had requested me because they felt I could handle what needed to be done. Since their problem was vital, I worked for two days almost without relax. The client was so happy they offered to put me up at a fancy hotel to rest up but I just wanted to get home.

CHAPTER 4

As I hurried home, I found myself hoping that Debbie's pussy would still be swollen and wet from another breeding session with Jim. Would he be bold enough still to be at our house? A minute later, my headlights illuminated that back of Jim's car and my cock jumped to attention. Seeing that the downstairs lights were out, my cock got stiffer and I wondered if Jim still fucking my wife.

I didn't sneak in the house but I also didn't make any noise as I let Debbie's moan's and whimpers guide me to my bedroom. At the top of the stairs, I was surprised with how vocal Debbie was. Thinking she might wake our youngren, I peeked in the kids bedrooms and saw that they had been shipped off to a babysitter. Then I glanced at my watch and realized that John was three months old and Debbie was probably fertile. Hadn't the doctor warned her that while nursing the odds of her getting pregnant was lower, each month down the road the risk of pregnancy got higher?

As I stood pondering Debbie's fertility, I heard Debbie moan loudly then say. "Fuck yes! Bite my tiny titties. Don't hold back, Bruce knows about us."

Jim didn't say anything but the loud howl told me that Debbie's breast was going to be sore. Debbie's howl also got my feet moving and a second later I was standing in the doorway of our bedroom. Debbie was riding up and down Jim's massive cock as she pressed her milky nipple in Jim's mouth. Stunned by their raw lust, I stood not five feet from the bed.

After several minutes of wild fucking, Debbie lifted her head and yelled. "God yes. Mark me, show Bruce that you have bred me like an natural in heat." Her cry turned into a howl as she jammed her pussy down on Jim's cock and quivered in the throws of a huge climax. From where I was standing I could clearly see each glob of sperm race up Jim's cock and into my wife's unprotected womb.

It wasn't until after Debbie collapsed on top of Jim that I realized the front of my pants was wet from my own climax. Was this to be my role in my marriage?

For the next few minutes, I stood watching as Jim's cock slowly deflated. Then as Jim's cock slid from Debbie's well-fucked pussy, she let out a soft moan and rolled onto her back. Suddenly, Debbie and I were looking into each others eyes. With remarkable composure, Debbie said. "Hi Bruce. I didn't know that you were coming home to night."

I grinned and said. "Have you guys stopped screwing long enough to see if you are pregnant?"

Jim opened his eyes and glanced at me nervously. However when he saw that I wasn't holding a gun or knife, he gave me a weak smile. Debbie spread her legs, showing off her swollen sperm-filled pussy as she calmly said. "Well you wanted to watch, did you get to see much?"

Undressing, I said. "Was that the warm up or the closing act for the night?"

Debbie smiled at Jim and said. "I'm sure that he's good for at least one more round."

Even though I didn't detect any malice in Debbie's voice, her comment stung because at my best, I could only manage one climax in an evening. However my half hard cock was saying I was still interested in what I was seeing.

As I moved toward the bed, my half hard cock bobbed and wove as if it were sniffing for fresh fucked pussy. Debbie grinned and said. "If you are thinking of putting that, in my pussy, be my guest but I probably won't feel a thing. However if you want to play with my clit, I'll show your cock a great time."

Not being one to pass on such a great offer, I moved around to get in a sixty nine position, with Debbie. Even before my lips touched her pussy, Debbie was living up to her promise. Her tongue was tickling the magic place on the underside of my cock and my cock was already hard before I finished studying, Debbie's well-fucked pussy. Unable to resist the temptation of tasting their fuck juices, I opened my mouth wide and sucked on her swollen pussy lips as my tongue scooped up gobs of Jim's sperm.

Almost instantly, I knew Debbie was enjoying my pussy sucking because of the way she was moaning around my cock as she lovingly sucked it. Soon after that I lost control and started humping Debbie's mouth. In response, she humped her pussy up at me as she spread her legs allowing me to suck on her inner labia better. Several minutes later the sounds of our climaxes were echoing in our bedroom.

When I recovered from my climax, I realized that Jim was still on the bed watching us. Smiling casually, Jim looked at me and said. "You can have her mouth but her pussy belongs to my cock."

Blushing, I tried to think of something that I could say to bolster my position as the head of family. However, everything that came to mind, would only add to my offense. I then Consoled myself by thinking that with Debbie's sexual activities out in the open, we could restore some of our lost trust.

CHAPTER 5

Every night for the next week, Jim came to the house to breed Debbie. After he would leave, I would tend to the "breeding marks" he had left on Debbie after cleaning the excess sperm off her pussy. To my joy Debbie offered to suck my cock any time the youngren weren't around. Debbie did something else that surprised me, she asked me to start sucking on her nipples even after Jim had been rough with them. When I asked why she would want me even to touch her nipples after Jim roughed them up, Debbie smiled and told me that sucking on her nipples made hr pussy take more of the sperm remaining in her pussy and to keep her milk flowing.

Several weeks later I awoke to the sounds of Debbie being sick. Since I was awakened from a sound, relax I didn't realize what was the probable cause of her illness. However when I hurried into the bathroom, Debbie looked up and said she was all right, just pregnant. I knelt at her side and hugged her as I told her that I loved her.

Only minutes after Debbie regain control of her stomach, John began crying. Debbie looked at me and asked me to change his diaper and bring him to her as she was sure John was also hungry.

As I picked John up, I forgot that I had no biological tie to him. The only thing that mattered is I am his daddy and that will never change. The change in tone of John's fussing reminded me that Debbie was waiting to breast feed John. To my surprise, I heard myself telling John to be gentle with mom's nipples as Uncle Jim had been especially rough with them the night before. Then after giving John to Debbie, I curled up on the bed next to them kissing Debbie's still flat tummy. Just as I thought about sampling the milk in Debbie's free breast, Cindy crawled up to Debbie and relaxily began takeing her lady's milk. I now understood my role in life.

Le deuxième soir, Rosy a rendez _vous avec Ernest pour assister aux répétitions du nouveau spectacle. Elle ramène mister neveu chez ses parents pour pouvoir être libre. Elle arrive à la roulotte, il est vingt trois heure, espérant se le faire mettre. Elle n'est pas déçue. Elle est assise sur une chaise, le bassin légèrement en avant. Ernest est juste à la hauteur pour lui donner un bon coup de queue. Du pouce, il lui excite le clitoris entièrement sorti de sa capuche. D'une main, elle le teint par la nuque, de l'autre, elle se caresse les seins. Elle va crier pour la première fois de la nuit.
-Allez, viens, dit Ernest, tu vas assister à un numéro que tu n'as jamais vu de ta vie.
-J'ai hâte, répond-elle.
Ils arrivent près d'un petit chapiteau, et écarte la toile. A l'intérieur, un mini manège de quatre mètres de diamètre pour dresser les poneys. Le spectacle est stupéfiant. la femme du directeur, surnommée "Duchesse", entièrement nue, fait des tours de piste en imitant le cheval. Elle est extrêmement belle, un corps de rêve, de longs cheveux blonds surmontés d'une queue de cheval. la trentaine. Elle a une corde passée autour du cou. Au bout de la corde, Jos, la femme d'Ernest, naine de un mètre dix, un fouet à la main, met au point un numéro de dressage. Assis sur une chaise au bord de la piste, Max, mari de "Duchesse" et directeur du cirque, suit la scène attentivement. Assise sur ses genoux, en tenue d'Eve, Mathilde, soeur de Jos, naine elle aussi, se trémousse aux rythme de ses caresses.
-C'est bien "Duchesse", dit Jos, tu mérites une récompense. Viens, je vais te rincer un peu.
Mais ta chatte est pleine de mouille, vilaine. Tu veux que je te doigte avant de reprendre les
répétitions?
-Oh oui, s'il te plait, ne me laisse pas comme ça. Branle moi, fais moi jouir. Décalotte mon
clitoris.
Dix minutes plus tard, "Duchesse hurle de plaisir, sans se soucier des gens qui l'entourent.

-Tu es un salaud, gémit Mathilde, regarde dans quel état tu as mis ma petite chatte. En plus
tu prends plaisir a offrir ton épouse, la voir soumise, hein? Entend comme elle gueule.
-Mais çà fait parti du boulot, ma chère, répond Max. Vous êtes payer pour çà. Toi aussi tu
vas gueuler. Je sens ton bouton vibrer sous mes doigts, salope.
-Putain, tu me fais jouir, crie Mathilde, je crache, ha..oui..vas-y, t'arrête pas. Tu veux que je
te taille une pipe après. Je sais que tu aimes ma petite bouche.
-Bien sur que je veux, dit-il. Se faire vider les couilles par une petite femme. Quel pied.
C'est vrai que Mathilde ressemble à une petite fille sur les genoux du directeur.
Leurs attentions est attirées par des soupirs provenant de derrière la toile.
"Tu m'encules salaud, tu as pas honte de faire çà à mon petit trou? Ha..ha.., vas-y, gratte
bien mon minou aussi. On va jouir ensemble, hein? Que c'est bon.
D'un coup, Max tire la toile. il surprend Rosy à quatre pattes, en train de se le faire mettre. Ernest l'a tient fermement par les hanches. on entend le "flap" de ses couilles taper contre les fesses de la jeune fille. Ernest, surpris, se retire, la queue maculée de mouille, et de sperme.
-C'est quoi le morceau que tu as au bout de la queue, Demande Max. Tu t'emmerdes pas.
-C'est avec elle que tu as passé la nuit, dit Jos. je comprend que tu te sois régalé, salaud.
Surprise, Rosy ouvre grand la bouche. Elle est rouge de honte. Mathilde lui prend l'oreille.
-Viens ici ma chérie, maintenant que tu es là, tu vas participer. si on essayé un numéro
en couple.
Les deux naines finissent de la dénuder. Ernest s'avance de mister patron, l'air narquois.
-Vous aussi, il faut vous déshabillez. N'ayez pas honte patron, on est entre nous.
C'est vrai que Max est complexé quant aux mensurations de mister sexe. Il est beaucoup moins monté qu'Ernest. Ce qui le gène énormément. Mais il assume. Il se met tout nu .
-Mais c'est quoi ce petit machin, ricane Rosy. Juste un bout pour pisser. Je peux toucher?
-Bien sur, dit Mathilde. Tu vas voir comme çà fait bizarre de caresser des petits testicules.
Rosy fait rouler les noisettes de Max entre ses doigts, tire sur la petite queue, en vain.
Jos revient en tirant "Duchesse" par la bride. Elle a ajouter un deuxième collier.
-Viens ici jeune fille, ordonne-t-elle. Je vais te dresser toi aussi. Et d'obéir.
Voilà les deux jeunes femmes aux galops, tournant dans le manège. mais Rosy n'a jamais fait çà. Elle se montre assez maladroite. "Duchesse, elle, atteint la perfection.
-C'est très bien, dit Jos. Ta nouvelle partenaire t'appartient cette nuit.
"Duchesse s'approche de Rosy, l'embrasse, tout en glissant une main entre ses cuisses.
-Mais tu es toute mouillée, sourit-elle. Moi aussi. Allez viens, on va se bouffer la chatte.
Pendant que les deux femmes s'enlacent dans un coin, Jos s'occupe de Max qui est assis, jambes écartées sur mister fauteuil.
-Comment vont ces petites couillettes, dit-elle en les prenant. ah, ah, mais c'est qu'elles
mistert dures, bien pleines. On va essayer de faire grandir cette petite queue, pour bien la
faire pleurer.
-Arrête, soupire Max. Arrête de m'humilier devant tout le monde. C'est pas ma faute si ma
maman m'a fait un si petit oiseau.
-Mais non, regarde, il commence à grandir. Il manque plus qu'à bien le décalotter, et ça
va marcher. Tu vas voir, laisse faire une petite femme.
Jos entreprend de tailler une pipe au directeur. Celui-ci se dandine sur mister fauteuil.
-C'est vrai qu'à côté d'Ernest, ton sifflet ressemble à un cure dents. Tu vois, ma bouche
suffit largement. Elle peut même avaler tes petits testicules. Regarde Ernest comme
il est bien monté lui.
Ernest est en train de prendre Mathilde en levrette. Elle est à genoux sur le bord du manège. Un peu plus loin, Rosy est allongée sur la paille, jambes à l'équerre, e train de subir les assauts de "Duchesse".
-Comme tu me chatte mon dieu, gémit-elle. Qu'est-ce-que tu fais à mon bouton pour
que ce soit si bon. Tu me l'a bien décalotté ce salaud. Tu veux pas que je sorte le tien.

Les lumières s'estompent. Seul un bloc de secours diffuse une faible lueur. Il ne reste qu'Ernest, Rosy, et "Duchesse". Une partie de la nuit, Ernest va jouer avec les deux femmes, les faire hurler de plaisir. Il va l'est powerr à se gouiner. Cette fois, c'est Rosy qui s'amuse avec "Duchesse". Elle craque la première. Elle se tortille sur la paille, tenue par le clitoris primisternier des doigts de Rosy
-Vas-y Rosy, fait la gueuler cette pute. On va l'a faire râler après. je vais te sodomiser
devant elle.
-C'est vrai, salive Rosy. Tu vas voir comme il m'encule. Il a un bon coup de queue tu sais.
-S'il vous plait, moi aussi, pleure "Duchesse". je vous promet d'être sage, d'obéir. Mais
niquez moi, enculez moi, je vous en supplie.

Merci pour ce texte, inconnu pour moi, bonne continuation

chantage et soumission


Bonjour je m’appelle Denis j’ai 42 ans, je suis marié habite en Touraine et depuis maintenant six mois ma vie a basculé d’une façon surprenante dans des sensations exquises que je ne soupçonnais pas. Je vous raconte mon histoire en espérant qu’elle vous procure du plaisir autant qu’elle m’a bouleversé.
Il y a six mois le 25 août 2008 exactement, je reçois un appel au travail. Une permisterne féminine au bout du fil me tient ce discours :
"Bonjour vous ne me connaissez pas mais j'aimerai vous rencontrer pour discuter avec vous d'une affaire vous concernant. Dimisters 17 heures en fin d’après-midi au bar restaurant l'Adresse J’aimerai également que vous me donniez votre numéro de portable dans le cas ou j'aurai un empêchement "
Surpris par cette voix suave et sensuelle, ma curiosité masculine me fait accepter le rendez-vous sans faire aucune remarque ! De plus n’étant pas seul dans le bureau je ne pouvais pas éveiller la curiosité de mes collègues de travail.
A 17 heures je suis en place à l'Adresse dans l'attente de cette étrange inconnue. Il est 17h05 mon portable misterne, je décroche :
"Mr Vallin….. Je suis votre interlocutrice de tout a l'heure ! Maintenant que je suis sûre que vous êtes en place au rendez-vous, vous allez m'écoutez attentivement, j'ai appris il ya quelques temps, en discutant avec votre femme, certains de vos penchants intimes comme par exemple que vous adorez qu'on joue avec votre petite rondelle anale ou encore que vous ne résistez pas longtemps a la vue de pieds a honorer.....Toutes ces choses m'ont beaucoup émue et j'aimerai que vous deveniez pendant quelques mois "Ma bonne a tout faire" !"
Pas le temps de faire une objection à cette proposition indécente, qu'elle ajoute :
" Je suis sûre que cette demande dois te faire bander comme un cerf, alors je t'appellerai au travail demain pour te demander ce que tu décides mais sache d'avance que je n'accepterai aucune frustration" et elle raccroche.
Je me sens dans un premier moment dans un irrésistible désir provoqué par l’audace incroyable de cette femme mais après réflexion refusant d’écouter mes sens en ébullition, je me dis :
« Pour qui elle se prend celle là ! »
De plus ma femme qui est infirmière est peut être été trop bavarde mais sexuellement elle me comble parfaitement. Ma libido est harmonieuse et intense alors pourquoi aller risquer de rompre ce délicieux équilibre avec une inconnue. Je passe donc la soirée dans les bras de ma femme en ayant la ferme intention de renvoyer cette inconnue à ses fantasmes de femelle en manque !
La journée du 26 août au travail est épouvantable nerveusement dans l'attente de cet éventuel coup de fil corrupteur. Alors que je commence à me faire a l’idée d’une mauvaise farce qui m’a néanmoins très excité le coup de grâce arrive vers 15h30 :
"Appel permisternel pour toi Denis" me dit mon chef de service. Je m'empresse de faire rediriger l'appel vers un lieu plus calme et décroche le combiné, j’entends :
"Bonjour je viens aux nouvelles mais avant toutes choses, j'aimerai que vous alliez chercher un petit paquet vous concernant dans la Boite a lettre de l'accueil de votre travail, je vous rappelle dans 1 heure pour faire le point"
L'angoisse, entre surprise et panique, me prend mais je n'ai d'autres solutions que d'obtempérer car je ne veux pas difficultés à mon travail et surtout n’éveiller aucun soupçon. Je prends discrètement la clé de la boite à lettre et je récupère une grosse enveloppe a mon nom. Je la cache avec des archives et je me dirige vers une réserve pour découvrir mon imprévu cadeau ! L'ouverture me provoque un cri de stupeur en effet je me trouve face à une seringue souillée. Il est écrit un message façon corbeau « seringue infecté par le HIV ne pas toucher ». Totalement décontenancé par cette stupéfiante découverte je jette l'enveloppe avec mister terrible contenu dans notre destructeur et remonte à l'étage en étant laminé psychologiquement.
Je me dis : « c’est une folle, il faut que je prévienne la police ! Mais que leur dire ? Je ne veux faire aucune vague à mon travail car se retrouver au chômage à notre époque c’est une terrible épreuve ! J’attends donc fébrilement l’appel de 16h30 et heureusement que mes collègues de bureau ont débauché ! A l’Heure dite le téléphone retentit, je décroche anéanti mentalement, mon interlocutrice me dit :
" Soit tu assumes tes tendances de soumis soit tu vis dans la crainte perpétuelle » Totalement abasourdi par les événements de ces dernières 24 heures, je réponds mécaniquement :
« Qu'est ce qu’il faut que je fasse ? » A peine terminé ma phrase qu’elle me lance :
« Pour commencer je veux un vouvoiement général et surtout toutes tes phrases tu les finis par maîtresse adorée ok ? A ce questionnement un irrésistible désir me prend les tripes et de la peur je ressens une sensation immense a me faire commander par cette inconnue, je réponds avec une érection incroyable :
"Oui maitresse adorée" Elle enchaîne avec dans sa voix une autosatisfaction a peine dissimulé :
« Alors a la sortie de ton travail tu te diriges directement vers l’hôtel Mercure sans détours attention tu es surveiller » dis-t-elle d’un air amusé « tu règles la chambre que je t'ai réservé tu montes et tu attends mes instructions " ma réponse fut a la hauteur de ces attentes : « D'accord maîtresse adorée"
En ayant du mal a contenir une éjaculation je me dirige vers l’hôtel désigné, je paie ma réservation en carte bleu et monte a la chambre 424. Je m'allonge sur le lit et attend servilement les instructions. Mon cœur bat la chamade et mon pénis commence à me faire mal tellement qu’il est gonflé de désirs ! Au bout d'une demi-heure interminable mon portable misterne, numéro inconnu je décroche et machinalement je dis
"OUI maitresse adorée" Sa réponse me satisfait pleinement
« Très bien tu apprends vite mon soumis je crois que nous allons bien nous entendre » Elle rajoute :
« Cependant j’ai besoin d’une garantie irréprochable de ta fidélité alors avant de te faire remplir le contrat nous liant tu vas aller chambre 426 une webcam t'attend et on va faire un petit film érotique qui va t'obliger à assumer tes engagements jusqu'au bout OK ?
« Oui maitresse adorée » malgré ma réponse instantanée la panique me reprend car je prends conscience du danger qui me guette si elle utilisait ce film de façon irresponsable ! Mais je n’ai pas le temps de pleurer sur mon triste sort, qu’elle m’ordonne sèchement :
« Prends la clé de la chambre 426 dans le tiroir de ta commode et dépêche toi si tu ne veux pas mal commencer notre partenariat !
Je me dirige donc chambre 426 entre et trouve comme prévu le matériel internet. Toujours sur mon portable, ma maîtresse exige :
« Tu vas te déshabiller devant la caméra, te caresser, te masturber, éjaculer dans tes mains et ensuite te lécher goulument les doigts en insistant bien sur tous les détails du léchage ! Je m’exécute dans un paroxysme de plaisir, l’éjaculation ne tarde pas et je trouve le goût de mon sperme délicieux Elle reprend :
« Très bien mon soumis, déjà si tu ne tiens pas sage je peux envoyer cela a ta femme mais je veux t’avoir encore plus docile, tu vas donc aller au sex-shop du coin de la rue, t'acheter un godemiché, un string et un collier et tu vas revenir très vite pour la deuxième séance. » C’est fou comme la soumission me procure un plaisir intense, malgré mon éjaculation mon sexe est redevenu presque aussitôt raide !
C’est avec la honte sur le visage que je pénètre dans la boutique des fantasmes. Je choisis rapidement les articles demandés, paie et retourne vite à la chambre d’hôtel. Mon interlocutrice perverse invisible me rappelle à 18h30. A l’heure pile, elle me félicite sur ma promptitude et ajoute :
« Tu vas commencer par te caresser l’anus en t’enfonçant doucement un doigt dans la rondelle et tout ceci bien devant l’objectif ! »
Je m’exécute avec de nouveau une excitation incroyable ! Je me sens plus maître de mes sens, je m’enfile un doigt puis deux, puis trois ; je prends le gode je le lèche langoureusement et commence à le presser a l’entrée de ma cavité. Son diamètre étant raimisternable je parviens à me l’introduire rapidement et je commence des va et vient encouragée par ma dresseuse. Je me sens en transe dans une délectation corporelle inimaginable, la deuxième éjaculation ne tarde pas. Ma maîtresse continue :
« Tu vas maintenant mettre ton collier et te déplacer comme un bon petit chienchien en faisant bien attention de garder le godemiché bien en place dans ton anus! » Je m’exécute dans des sensations exquises. Elle poursuit :
« J’espère que tes fesses mistert bien propre car tu vas retirer doucement l’objet de plaisir et tu vas le lécher délicatement ! Ensuite comme je vois que tu as quelque peu débandé tu vas aller chercher un verre en plastique uriner, et boire ta mixture avec une expression de plaisir sur ton visage ». Le scénario respecté dans ses moindres détails, elle continue ainsi :
"Je pense que j’ai assez de matières pour t'obliger à être obéissant, nous allons conclure notre première entrevue virtuelle par la rédaction du contrat nous liant désormais.
Elle me demande d’aller acheter le plus rapidement possible un joli papier a la boutique de la gare et un stylo écriture or.
Il est maintenant 19h30 quand je commence à rédiger le contrat suivant :
Je soussigné Denis Vallin, de mon plein gré et mû par le désir d’exprimer mon amour et ma dévotion envers la femme que je vénère, je m’offre en esclavage a ma maîtresse adorée. Je vous appellerai Maitresse Déborah Adorée et mon nom de baptême sera féminiser pour vous servir servilement Je me nommerai « Servitorine »
Je serais votre soumise deux jeudis après midi par mois de 13 heures a 18 heures en respectant l’équilibre de ma désormais double vie. Une fois par trimestre nous trouverons un arrangement pour que je puisse passer 24 heures consécutives au service de ma maitresse adorée. Je devrais vous transmettre le planning de mes soumissions au moins un mois avant les dates considérées. Si un imprévu m’obligeait à déplacer une servitude je devrais doubler le payement de l’offrande mensuel consentie. Ce don chaque mois sera de 10 % de mon salaire mensuel que je remettrais en espèces avec une photocopie de ma feuille de paie.
Je m’engage a respecter scrupuleusement ce contrat en me soumettant a entièrement et totalement satisfaire les désirs de ma maîtresse Déborah adorée qui s’engage pour sa part a ne jamais laisser de trace sur mon corps en cas de punition nécessaire afin de préserver la tranquillité de ma vie de famille et l’accomplissement sereine de mes périodes d’esclavage.
Le présent contrat débutera le jeudi 4 septembre 2008 à 13 heures et prendra fin selon le bon vouloir de ma Maîtresse Déborah adorée. A la fin de ce contrat ma Maîtresse Déborah Adorée s’engage a détruire toutes les images qui ont été filmé pour me servir de suprême motivation pour l’accomplissement de ma mission de soumise Servitorine.
Lu et approuvé Denis Vallin alias Servitorine.

je m’exécute :
« Chère Maîtresse Déborah Adorée je vous demande pardon de la peine que je vous ai occasionné en ayant pas mis en valeur l’amour que je vous porte. Je vous promets à l’avenir de vous choyé et vous chérir autant que nécessaire afin de justifier la grâce royale que vous me faîte en m’autorisant à être votre esclave. Je vous demande de me punir autant de fois que nécessaire si malgré mes efforts vous vous sentez toujours blessé de cet affront qui porte préjudice a votre impériale suprématie. Je suis totalement dévoué à vos souhaits et vos envies prêt à exécuter vos délicieux ordonnancements. » Elle me dit triomphante
«Servitorine, j’aime ta théorie mais j’attends beaucoup de ta pratique alors raconte moi ta première mission de petite salope. » Je lui raconte avec le maximum de détails ma soirée de débauche homosexuelle. Elle parait ravie mais et elle me dit :
« Bon cela me plaît que tu prennes du plaisir à être ma petite pute mais que tes petites fesses soient douloureuses cela m’ennuie, je ne voudrais pas te faire mal quand je vais t’engoder ! Alors je décide que tu vas passer une nuit entière avant jeudi prochain date de notre première rencontre avec un gode bien enfoncé dans ton petit cul pour bien le rodé »
Après mon sermon initial je ne pouvais qu’accepter. Donc mardi soir 2 septembre toujours au Novotel ma dresseuse a de nouveau installer une webcam dans une chambre pour veiller a ce que j’accomplisse dans les règles de l’art le rodage de mon postérieur. Les événements se produisent comme souhaités. Mon anus bien enduit de vaseline va se rétracter toute la nuit contre un corps étranger qui le distend. Après une éjaculation en début de séance les somnifères que j’ai absorbés vont me faire passer une nuit correcte sous l’œil attentive de ma sévère maîtresse. Au petit matin, elle me réveille en me disant qu’elle est fière de moi et qu’elle se languit de me retrouver en chair et en os jeudi après-midi. Je ne sais que penser de cette affirmation ! Elle me félicite également de mon énième menmisterge à mon épouse qui me croit à Blois pour une réunion de travail.

Nous voici au jeudi 4 septembre 2008 avec cette après midi de RTT redouté et en même temps espéré car il est vrai que je prends un plaisir insensé a me faire dominé mais les sauts d’humeur de ma maîtresse m’inquiète quelque peu !
Il est 11 heures le téléphone misterne au bureau. On me dit :
« Denis un appel pour toi »
. Je fais rediriger l’appel dans un lieu calme et décroche en disant :
"Bonjour Maîtresse Déborah Adorée » Elle répond :
« Bonjour Servitorine, a la fin de ton travail tu ne traines pas, tu prends le 1 er train pour Paris et tu descends en gare d’Amboise. Je te rappelle à 12h30. »
Excité comme une jeune pucelle qui va affrontée mister premier bal, je sors du travail et me précipite chez un fleuriste achète un magnifique bouquet. Ensuite, je me dirige vers la gare avec dans mon sac un string noir et un collier de la même couleur. Ouf le train est à l'heure et après un court voyage ou mes palpitations cardiaques s’active douloureusement je me trouve à 12h 15 dans la gare d’Amboise. Dix minutes plus tard mon portable misterne. Elle m’ordonne : "tu vas sortir de la gare et sur le parking tu vas trouver un Kango bleu tu vas discrètement monter a l'arrière et attendre les instructions. Je te déconseille fortement de tenter de lire la plaque d’immatriculation !»
Je respecte l’ordre a la lettre et monte dans la camionnette ou se trouve un siège confortable pour m’accueillir. Quelques instants plus tard nous démarrons et roulons une vingtaine de minutes. Quand mon téléphone misterne de nouveau, j’ai une érection phénoménale, je décroche et entends :
« Esclave Servitorine te voici arrivé dans mon palais, tu vas te mettre en string avec ton collier et tu vas prendre la laisse qui se trouve sous ton siège. Tu vas l’attacher au collier et l’autre bout tu vas me la faire passer par l’ouverture de la porte quand je te ferai signe! » Quelques secondes interminables se passe et voici la porte qui s’entrouvre, je glisse le bout de la laisse et immédiatement, j’entends la voix de ma Maîtresse Déborah adorée me dire :
«Servitorine, je vais commencer ton dressage de petite chienne, tu vas te mettre a genoux dans le Kango le dos face a la porte »
Je m’exécute en prenant soin de prendre le bouquet de fleurs avec les dents. Elle me dit ensuite en ouvrant complètement la porte :
« Servitorine, je suis heureuse de t’accueillir à mon service, tu vas descendre du véhicule et prendre la position d’une petite chienne bien docile. En apercevant le bouquet elle s’exclame :
« Bravo, tu as bien retenu la leçon, ton bouquet est magnifique ! Je te conseille a chaque fois que tu auras l’honneur de me rencontrer de faire de même en variant les cadeaux »
Elle m’autorise à déposer le bouquet a Terre puis elle m’inspecte avec une petite cravache et me dis : « Ta femme avait raimister, tu es une belle petite salope qui aime se faire dominer ! Je crois que nous allons bien nous entendre ! Elle enchaine par : « Tu vas faire très lentement a quatre pattes quelques tours du garage, je te préviens n’essaie pas de mater mon visage car gare aux représailles, de toute façon j’ai et j’aurais toujours un masque en ta présence ». Je lui obéi immédiatement et commence à faire le bon chienchien. Pendant mes tours d’éducation, je peux tout de même remarquer ces belles bottes noires, ses collants de la même couleur en laine savoureuse, mister mini short gris et un beau chemisier blanc. Au bout d’une dizaine de minutes elle me précise encore :

« Si tu essaie d’être agressif de quelque manière que se soit, je déclenche de mon portable l’envoi de tes deux films intimes à tes collègues et à ta femme ok »
Je lui réponds :
« Maîtresse Déborah Adorée, je vais essayer d’être digne de votre reconnaissance ».
Alors elle attache la laisse a un mousqueton scellé dans le béton, elle s’éloigne quelques instants et revient avec une écuelle plastique elle me dit amusé : « Quant tu auras le rôle de ma petite chienne tu t’alimenteras la dedans » Ensuite je l’entends s’accroupir et uriner dans ma mangeoire. Elle me mortifie en disant :
« A chaque fois que nous nous rencontrerons tu commenceras par laper mon urine d’or » Elle m’apporte l’écuelle sous le nez, au passage, je sens mister exaltant parfum corporelle ce qui me donne une nouvelle érection et je me mets goulument a boire la douche dorée de ma maîtresse. Je crois que lorsque je suis ce niveau d’excitation je pourrais faire n’importe quelle folie ! Elle apprécie ma soif vorace et me dis : « Très bien maintenant, tu vas enfiler ta tenue de soubrette et tu vas me faire manger, allez redresse toi et montons a l’étage ! Elle me détache la laisse et me fais monter a l’étage, nous entrons dans un grand salon a l’américaine avec au bout un petit coin cuisine. Elle me tend une mini jupe, un chemisier bleu marine, et une paire de chaussure à talon en s’exclamant :
« Enfile moi cela car je veux que tu sois élégante pour me faire manger, j’espère que tes mensurations mistert justes ? »
Pas de problème, je me mets en tenue demandé et commence a essayer de marcher avec mes escarpins. Ma démarche chancelante l’a fait éclater de rire. Elle me dit :
« Tu n’es pas encore prête pour être une bonne petite pute mais chaque chose en mister temps. »
Et elle rajoute : « Tu t’entraineras un peu chaque jour et bientôt tu auras un superbe déhanché de salope mais pour l’heure pasmisters a table »
Elle m’entraine dans le coin cuisine et s’assied a une table élégamment dressé :
« Je me suis commandé un bon petit repas pour fêter notre première rencontre, viens approche toi »
Elle sort du tiroir de la table une paire de menottes et m’attache les mains dans le dos. Elle me montre la salade de crevettes a l’avocat et m’impose : « Tu vas me faire manger avec ta bouche en t’arrangeant que les bouchées soient adaptées mais ne tâche ni ton chemisier ni le mien car je serais obligé de te punir »
Elle me fait asseoir tout près d’elle et m’ordonne de commencer le travail. Le saladier est assez profond ce qui m’oblige à me salir le visage pour prendre des bouchées, heureusement les crevettes ne mistert pas très grosses. Ensuite je m’approche de mister visage masqué qui laisse apparaître ses belles lèvres pulpeuses et immédiatement je ressens une forte douleur au niveau de ma verge qui était en érection maximal. Elle me rappelle sévèrement :
« Je t’ai dis de ne pas regarder mon visage tu dois fermer les yeux à chaque fois que nos bouches doivent se rencontrer ! » J’acquiesce de la tête, ferme les paupières et avance ma bouche délicatement vers la sienne qui s’ouvre pour accueillir la précieuse bouchée. Je continue comme cela jusqu'à ce que le saladier soit vide en lui laissant le temps de boire quelques gorgées de vin blanc cuckold watereux. Je me rends tout de même compte du charme farouche de ma maîtresse ce qui m’excite encore plus ! Nous continuons le repas avec un filet de saumon aux amandes. Tout se passe sans encombre avec de délicieuses sensations qui me parcourt tout le corps, j’aime me sentir dominé comme cela c’est envoutant ! Quand elle commence a me caresser mon sexe bien raide. Elle me dit avec un brin offensant:
« Ma pauvre soubrette tu dois avoir faim ?, Servitorine, mon urine d’or n’a fait qu’étancher ta soif ! Alors je vais remédier à ce préjudice ! Tu vas aller chercher ton écuelle et revenir finir mes restes royaux »
Je m’exécute et reviens avec l’écuelle dans la bouche. Elle me dit sadiquement
« Bon je vais prendre mon dessert et on s’occupera de ton repas après »
Je lui fais de la même manière que précédemment manger une délicieuse mousse au chocolat. Repus elle me dit avec un air moqueur :
« A ton tour de te restaurer esclave »
Elle se lève et mélange la salade, le reste de poismister et de la mousse au chocolat et me sert dans l’écuelle en me disant perversement :
« Prends des powers Servitorine car cette après midi tu vas me faire faire le ménage partout dans la maimister »
Je commence à laper l’odieux mélange qu’elle me parle a nouveau, toujours cyniquement :
« Cette queue toujours en érection dois te gêner alors je veux que tu te vides les bourses dans ton écuelle cela te fera un excellent accompagnement !».
Ainsi, elle m’ordonne de m’accroupir, la verge le plus près de l’écuelle et elle commence a me tordre les mamelons.
Elle me dit en riant : « Allez déverse ta mayonnaise dans ton écuelle »
L’effet ne se fait pas attendre moins d’une minute plus tard, mon sperme se répand dans l’écuelle et je pousse des râles de jouissances salvatrices. Satisfaite ma Maîtresse me dit : «Dépêche toi de finir de manger tu as du boulot qui t’attend »
Je finis d’engloutir mon peu ragoutant plat à l’anglaise et elle me lance :
« Je te sors l’aspirateur, le sceau et la serpillère, Tu passes l’aspirateur dans toutes les pièces, tu lessives tous les carrelages et tu dépoussières au maximum. Avant bien entendu tu fais la vaisselle et tu nettoie la table. Je ne te conseille pas d’essayer de sortir ! J’ai deux bergers allemands dans le jardin ! Egalement ne tente pas d’ouvrir les volets électriques ! Je reviens à 17 heures. »
Elle m’enlève les menottes et s’en va. Je me retrouve seul dans la tanière de ma dominatrice ! Et je suis sous le charme de cette femme qui joue avec ma fibre sensible comme on joue du violon. C’est une virtuose de mes pulsions de soumis ! Je commence par me débarbouiller le visage et attaque le ménage avec la ferme résolution de contenter celle qui m’humilie pour mieux me faire jouir ! Je quitte mes escarpins pour être plus efficace et me met a la tache. La maimister n’est pas très grande mais très coquette, il y a deux chambres à l’étage et une grande salle de bain. Au rez-de-chaussée, la grande pièce qui fait salon et cuisine, un bureau et un WC. Je ne suis pas autorisé à descendre seul au garage. Au bout de deux heures de travail acharné, et malgré les difficultés lié au fait de ne pas avoir trop de lumière naturelle, je trouve honnêtement que l’endroit est propre et bien rangé. Je ne me suis pas trop attardé dans la chambre de ma maîtresse de peur que ma curiosité soit trop forte et que je fasse un impair !
Il est 16h30 quand j’entends une porte s’ouvrir, j’ai juste le temps de remettre mes escarpins. Ma maîtresse revient avec un paquet entre les mains. En m’apercevant, elle me dit furieuse :
« Servitorine qui t’as autorisé à te nettoyer le visage ».
Voyant sa colère je me précipite à ses pieds en lui demandant pardon. Ma promptitude l’adoucit quelque peu. Elle dit :
« Bon je vais inspecter ton travail, s’il est satisfaisant, je te demanderai uniquement de me lécher avec délectation mes pieds sales qui ont transpiré toutes l’après midi dans mes bottes, en attendant reste prosterné»
Au bout de quelques minutes elle revient s’allonge sur le canapé du salon et me fait signe de ramper jusqu'à elle :
Elle me dit :
« Tu es une boniche correct, je vais prolonger ton contrat cependant je veux que tu reste plus concentré sur mes demandes ! Tu vas ouvrir le paquet et tu vas m’apporter ton présent »
Je m’exécute et ramène un gode-ceinture d’une taille imposante. Elle ajoute :
« Maintenant que ton petit cul commence à prendre le bon plis, je veux commencer a l’habituer a ce diamètre car c’est celui que je préfères pour sodomiser les petites salopes de ton espèce ». Elle continue :
« Pendant que je vérifie ton hygiène anal tu vas me nettoyer les pieds allongé sur moi tes fesses offertes et ta langue sur mes orteils ! Dès que ses doigts ont commencé à me fouiller la rondelle, mon pénis s’est raidit incroyablement me faisant oublier le goût amer de ses pieds sales. Elle interrompt vulgarement mes premiers râles de plaisirs et me dis :
« Petite Salope, viens maintenant me lécher les doigts et saliver le gode ! » Je m’exécute dans une telle excitation qu’aucune saveur me semblait répugnante. Elle se lève, se ceinture le gode autour de la taille avec une partie qui pénètre dans mister vagin elle me dit jovialement :
« Allez soubrette en levrette »
Elle prend position au bord du canapé et commence doucement a powerr le gode dans mon anus et petit a petit je me sens totalement écartelé. A ce moment je ressens une forte claque sur les fesses et ces mots : « Je veux t’entendre gémir espèce de garce »
. Immédiatement, j’oublie ma douleur en me concentrant sur les misters de ma voix qui plaise a ma maîtresse. Bientôt encouragé par les gémissements de ma maîtresse, je me sens chaviré dans une pulsion incontrôlable et j’éjacule de nouveau.
Ma maitresse se retire aussitôt et me fait lécher le gode ceinture puis elle dit :
«La prochaine fois tu reviendras avec un test de séropositivité négatif car j’ai envie que tu ressentes le bonheur d’un jet de sperme en réel dans tes entrailles ». A cet instant, j’étais heureux car j’avais l’impression que j’avais participé activement au plaisir de ma muse dominante. Et c’est ainsi que s’achève ma première journée chez ma maîtresse Déborah adorée. Elle me ramène au train toujours enfermé à l’arrière du Kango. Elle conclue notre rencontre par ces mots d’une salivante espérance :
« La prochaine fois je t’autoriserai à faire ma toilette intime avec ta langue » ces paroles me provoque une énième érection ! Une fois de plus j’ai la preuve que j’adore me faire dominer par une jolie « maitresse chanteuse »

France et Mich soumis à Julia



Guy est sur le départ. Il a tenu à passé une partie de la nuit avec Mich. Il l'a enculé, joué avec mister sexe minuscule. Au petit matin, c'est France qu'il fait hurler de plaisir, en lui donnant un dernier coup de queue.
-Revient vite mon amour, murmure-t-elle. Tu me manque déjà.
-Mais je suis là vendredi prochain, répond-il. On y sera vite. Au fait, si Julia t'enquiquine, Tu
me le dis, OK?
-Mais il n'y a pas de raimister, poursuit France.
Les trois amants s'embrassent sur la terrasse. Le couple a les larmes aux yeux. Julia lance un regard vicieux en direction de France. Elle a tout compris. France est gênée. Cà ne fait aucun doute., c'est bien la black qu'elle a vue en rêve, et qui lui a fait l'amour.
la journée est caniculaire. L'eau de la piscine est excellente.
-On pourrait se baigner, propose Mich.
-Super idée, répond Julia. Mince, je n'est pas de maillot.
-Vous pouvez vous baigner en string, dit France.
-C'est vrai, çà vous dérange pas. Chic.
France est allongée sur un relax. Mich est en caleçon. On entend un grand plouf. Il vient de piquer une tête. Julia revient vêtue d'un string rouge, seins nus. Une bombe.
"Putain, quel corps, quelle beauté" pense France.
-Vous venez pas, demande Julia.
-Non, je suis un peu lasse. Mais allez-y, je vais m'occuper des rafraichissements.
Julia plonge et rejoint Mich, un sourire aux lèvres. Elle a l'intention de s'amuser.
France est à la cuisine en train de préparer les boismisters. Elle regarde par la fenêtre. elle voit Mich sauter hors de l'eau à plusieurs reprise, tel un dauphin. Julia rit aux éclats.
Mich sort du bassin. Dix minutes plus tard, après quelques brasses, Julia regagne la salle de bains.
-Il y a un moment que je t'avais pas vu t'amuser comme çà, dit France.
-Si tu savais, répond-il.
France passe devant la salle de bains. La porte est largement ouverte. Elle découvre le corps superbe, et entièrement nue de Julia.
-Tu peux rentrer, dit la jeune black. je vais pas te manger.
France sursaute. Elle s'est faite surprendre. Elle veut savoir. Elle rentre.
-Tu veux partager la doucarbonsmudge avec moi? Demande Julia.
France hésite. Julia s'avance, et lui ôte le peignoir. Elle recule pour contempler le corps de mister hôte.
-Huuiiiiit, siffle Julia, t'es vacarbonsmudgement bien gauler toi. Tu veux qu'on joue toute les deux.
Sans attendre de réponse, Julia lui caresse les seins. Les bouts durcissent à vue d'oeil. France ne peut s'empêcarbonsmudger de Gémir. Elle prend la main de Julia, et la glisse entre ses cuisses.
-Tu veux que je te doigte, vicieuse, sourit-elle. Ta chatte est toute mouillée. Et c'est pas l'eau
de la doucarbonsmudge, hein?
-Tais toi, murmure France. Si je te disais que j'ai rêvé cet instant. Tu vas me faire jouir,
salope.
-Chut..chut, calme toi, on a toute la semaine devant nous.
-Mais j'ai envie putain, hurle France. Tu as décalotté mon clitoris maintenant.
L'orgasme est terrible. France se retourne, et prend la jeune black à pleine boucarbonsmudge. Dix minutes plus tard, les deux femmes, vêtues d'un peignoir, sirotent un verre sur le canapé.
-Tu t'es bien amuser avec Mich dans la piscine, dit France. Comme il sauter dans l'eau.
-Mon dieu, répond Julia. Quelle surprise quand j'ai quitté mister caleçon. Un si petit oiseau,
et de si petites couillettes. C'est quand je l'ai lui pincées qu'il bondissait hors de l'eau.
-Vilaine, poursuit France. J'imagine ta main sous l'eau jouant avec mister petit machin.
Julia dénoue le peignoir de France, et l'oblige à écarter ses jambes. Elle ôte également le sien.
-Cà t'excite de savoir que je tenais les petites noisettes,et le petit bout de ton mari. Fais
moi voir cette petite chatte un peu. Oh, mais elle est en nage. Et ce petit bouton, ce salaud.
Caresse le mien aussi.
Julia se pencarbonsmudge sur France et lui prend les lèvres. France l'a maintient par la nuque, et répond au baiser. Elle caresse la fente humide de la black, remonte jusqu'au clitoris.
-Putain, s'exclame France, c'est une vrai quéquette. Quel morceau.
-Tu vois, ironise Julia. non seulement nos mecs mistert mieux montés que les vôtres. Mais
même nos clitos mistert plus gros que celui des blancarbonsmudges. Vas-y, prend le entre tes doigts,
il a besoin qu'on le gratte lui aussi.
-Salope, gémit France, tu sais que je régale. Tu veux m'entendre gueuler encore? C'est çà.
Attiré par les cris, Mich arrive au salon, et surprend les deux femmes en train de se gouiner.
-Mais enfin, que faites vous, dit-il.
-Oh mon chéri, soupire-t-elle. Viens voir ce qu'elle fait à la petite chatte de ta femme. Tu me
le fais pas comme çà toi. Regarde comme elle gratte mon petit trou.
-Approcarbonsmudge Mich, dit Julia. Je veux pas te faire râler, mais viens voir ce que j'ai entre mes
cuisses. Un vrai petit sifflet.
Mich, honteux, s'avance du canapé. Julia glisse une main entre ses jambes, et écarte le caleçon.
-Mais tes boulettes mistert bien dures. Et ta siffle toute raide, polismister. Tu veux que je
décalotte le petit bout de ton titi, hein? C'est çà que tu veux. Allez, quitte ton caleçon, et
viens t'asseoir. O va bien s'amuser tout les trois.
Julia a une emprise totale sur le couple. Elle l'est fait mettre dans la position qu'elle veut.
Là, elle est assise sur le canapé. Mich et France mistert de chaque côté, à quatre pattes, fesses tournées vers elle, jambes complètement écartées. D'une main, elle fait rouler les testicules de Mich entre ses doigts, de l'autre, elle pince le clitoris de France. Elle sent la petite queue qui frétille sous ses doigts, et le clitoris qui vibre sous ses ongles.
-Alors mes salauds. Quel effet çà vous fait de vous faire dominer par une black. Vous
vous régalez, vicieux.
-Décalotte mon bouton, supplie France. Et toi, elle t'a décalotté ton petit bout, dis moi.
-Décalotté; il est tout rouge. Si tu voyais comme elle me branle, gémit Mich. Juste avec
deux doigts. ha..ha..çà y est, je cracarbonsmudge, ouii.
-Moi aussi, hurle France. Je suis pleine de mouille. Oh putain, comme elle me gouine.
Chéri, encule nous maintenant. gode nous. S'il te plait.
-Alors au lit, ordonne Julia.
Le reste de l'après midi, Mich va se faire prendre par le petit trou, France par les deux.
Julia aussi va hurler de plaisir. Les draps mistert pleins de sperme, mais surtout de mouille.
Les trois amants, épuisés, s'assoupissent. La queue de Mich est toute recroquevillée. Seul le petit gland décalotté dépasse des poils.
France, elle, les lèvres de sa chatte gonflées, mistert clitoris gorgé de sang, est blottit dans les bras de Julia.
Et la semaine ne fait que commencer.

Merci pour les deux textes, aussi inconnus pour moi ! Bonne continuation

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Türkische Hengste (all)


Es ist ein Freitagabend im Hochsommer. Nicola ist heilfroh, dass es endlich Wochenende ist. Sie hat die ganze vergangene Woche in der Schule an nichts mehr anderes denken k?n als an die drei Isli-Br?nd an ihre WIRKLICHE Entjungferung. Gleich am n䣨sten Tag hat sie mit ihrem Freund Jan Schluߠgemacht und sich telefonisch mit dem 䬴esten Isli-Bruder Hakan f?ses Wochenende verabredet.

Nicola schl?n den hautengen schwarzen Leder-Mini, den sie von Hakan geliehen bekommen hat, und sucht sich in ihrem Kleiderschrank einen dazu passenden schwarzgl䮺enden Bustier aus, der sich eng um ihre vollen Br??. Dazu zieht sie hochhackige Sandalen an, um gr? zu erscheinen als sie tats䣨lich ist.

Die n䣨ste Viertelstunde verbringt sie im Badezimmer vor dem Spiegel mit dem Auftragen von Makeup und Lidschatten. Als sie endlich zufrieden ist, betrachtet sie sich noch einmal kritisch im Spiegel. Das Ergebnis kann sich wirklich sehen lassen. Sie sieht einfach umwerfend aus. Ein echtes Geschenk f? drei Isis-Br?

Nicola stolziert auf ihren hochhackigen Sandalen zur Wohnungst?d will gerade die Wohnung verlassen, als ihr Vater sie aus der K?uft. "He, mein Fr䵬ein! Komm doch mal hierher! Wo willst du denn in diesem Aufzug hin?" Nicola wird pl?ich ganz rot im Gesicht. "Ich wollte mit einer Freundin in die Disco!" stammelt sie.

"Daraus wird nichts, meine Liebe! Tante Anna hat vorhin angerufen. Onkel Franz ist ins Krankenhaus eingeliefert worden. Deine Mutter und ich m?heute abend noch von hier losfahren. Du wirst sch?ier bleiben und das Wochenende ?uf die Wohnung und auf deine kleine Schwester aufpassen."

"Aber ich habe mich doch schon so auf die Disco gefreut!" jammert Nicola. Ihr Vater bleibt hart. "Nichts da! Schlag dir das aus dem Kopf!" sagt er und l䳳t Nicola alleine und am Boden zerst?in der K?tehen. Was soll nun aus ihrer Verabredung mit Hakan und seinen beiden Br?werden, fragt sie sich.

Nach einigem Hin und Her kommt Nicola zu dem Schlu߬ dass sie am besten auf die Abfahrt ihrer Eltern warten und dann erst einmal mit ihrer kleinen Schwester reden sollte. Monika ist mit ihren fast 18 Jahren schlie߬ich bereits alt genug, dass sie schon alleine auf sich aufpassen kann und nicht st䮤ig von einem Kinderm䤣hen beaufsichtigt werden mu߮

Gesagt, getan! Kaum sind ihre Eltern fortgefahren, setzt Nicola sich mit ihrer j?n Schwester im Wohnzimmer auf die Couch, um mit ihr zu reden. Sie erz䨬t Monika, dass sie sich f? heutigen Abend mit Freunden verabredet habe und dass ihr die Eltern das Ausgehen verboten haben, dass sie aber trotzdem fortgehen wolle.

Monika antwortet, dass sie ?upt nichts dagegen habe und auch ihren Eltern nichts davon erz䨬en werde. Aber sie wolle nicht den ganzen Abend alleine zu Hause herumsitzen und w?ich sehr freuen, wenn Nicola sie zu ihren Freunden mitnehmen w?Sie werde auch ganz brav sein und sie keinesfalls dabei st?.

Im ersten Augenblick ist Nicola entschieden dagegen, dass ihre kleine Schwester sie bei ihrem Treffen mit den drei Isis-Br?begleiten m?e. Aber Monika bittet und bettelt, dass Nicola sie doch mitnehmen m? dass die schlie߬ich nicht mehr nein sagen kann. Schlie߬ich hat Monika ja das Treffen trotz des Verbotes erst erm?cht.

"Also gut!" meint Nicola resigniert. "Ich zieh?mich nur rasch um!" freut sich Monika und verschwindet in ihrem Zimmer. Es dauert keine f?nuten, dann ist Monika wieder da. Sie hat sich nicht lange mit dem Aussuchen extravaganter Klamotten aufgehalten, sie hat einfach ein zartviolett-gemustertes T-Shirt, eine enge schwarze Hose und Sandalen angezogen.

Trotzdem sieht Monika atemberaubend aus, findet Nicola und betrachtet ihre Schwester erstmals aus der Sicht eines Mannes. Im Gegensatz zu ihr hat Monika lange dunkelbraune Lockenhaare und dazu passend eine vom Schwimmbad dunkel misternengebr䵮te Haut. Auch ihre Figur ist extraklasse mit einem ganz s?usen und einem knackigen Hintern.

Kichernd und gutgelaunt scherzend fahren die beiden h?n Schwestern mit der S-Bahn in die Stadt hinein. Es ist das erste Mal sowohl f?ola als auch nat? f?ika, dass sie nach Einbruch der Dunkelheit ohne Begleitung ganz alleine in der Stadt unterwegs sind. Am Hauptbahnhof steigen sie aus und machen sich zu Fuߠauf den Weg zu den Isis-Br?

Monika fragt nicht, bis sie nach einem l䮧eren Fu߭arsch quer durch die Innenstadt endlich in einem nur schwach beleuchteten Innenhof vor einem mit weiߥn Milchglasfenstern verglasten schuppen䨮lichen Geb䵤e stehen bleiben. Die aus dem Inneren dringende Musik und die orientalischen Schriftzeichen weisen daraufhin, dass es sich dabei offensichtlich um eine Art t?he Bar handelt.

Nicola sieht auf einen Parkplatz den geparkten Dreier-BMW der Isis-Br?nd meint: "Hier sind wir glaube ich richtig!" Monika hingegen wundert sich nicht wenig, warum sie ihre Schwester ausgerechnet an diesen seltsamen und auch ein wenig Furcht einfl?den Ort gebracht hat, zieht es aber vor zu schweigen. Schlie߬ich war sie es ja selbst gewesen, die unbedingt mitkommen wollte.

Als die beiden Schwestern durchaus beklommen den Gastraum betreten, bemerken sie zu ihrer ܢerraschung, dass dieser ausschlie߬ich mit M䮮ern besetzt ist. An der Bar erkennt Nicola die drei Br?akan, Mohamet und Kenan und winkt ihnen erleichtert zu. Als Hakan die beiden jungen M䤣hen sieht, beugt er sich zu Mohamet und fl? ihm etwas ins Ohr. Der lacht kopfsch?d.

"Seid willkommen!" begr?kan dann die beiden Schwestern grinsend mit einer theatralischen Handbewegung. Nicola stellt den Br?ihre j? Schwester Monika vor. Monika schweigt betreten, w䨲end die drei Kerle sie ungeniert von Kopf bis Fuߠmustern. Hakan bietet ihnen schlie߬ich Pl䴺e an der Bar an, w䨲end sein Bruder Mohamet leise mit dem dicken Barmann spricht.

Das weiߥ Pulver hat sich bereits vollst䮤ig aufgel? als der Barmann Nicola und Monika je ein Glas mit einem undefinierbaren alkoholischen Getr䮫 reicht. "Auf Euer Wohl", sagt Hakan aufmunternd und trinkt ihnen zu. Nicola hat Durst. Sie trink ihr Glas schnell aus. Ihre Schwester Monika folgt ihrem Beispiel nach in der Hoffnung, dass sie dadurch hoffentlich etwas lockerer wird.

"Wollen wir nach hinten ins Hinterzimmer gehen!" fl? Hakan Nicola ins Ohr. Nicola trinkt mit einem letzten Schluck ihr Glas aus und rutscht von ihrem Barhocker herunter. Beinahe w䲥n ihr die Beine weggeknickt. Ich habe viel zu schnell getrunken, denkt sie, w䨲end sie Hakan bereitwillig zu einer Hintert?lgt. Ein bisschen dreht sich alles vor ihren Augen.

Auch Monikas Drink hat offensichtlich irgendetwas enthalten. Sie f?ich pl?ich wie von Nebeln umwogt. Ihre Knie sind weich wie Watte. Mohamet und Kenan fl? ihr sogar noch ein zweites Glas ein, aber danach geht es ihr noch schlechter. Das heiߴ, nicht eigentlich schlecht. Sie f?ich sogar sehr leicht. Aber sie hat ?upt keine Kontrolle mehr ?ich.

Mohamet zwinkert dem dicken Barmann verschw?isch zu, bevor er und Kenan die nun schon voll unter Drogen stehende Monika ebenfalls zur Hintert?hleppen. Sie bringen sie durch einen langen, dunklen Gang in ein Schlafzimmer. Auf dem breiten Doppelbett liegen bereits Hakan und Nicola ganz nackt aufeinander und bumsen mit wilden, rhythmischen Bewegungen miteinander.

Mohamet und Kenan legen die hilflose Monika auf die freie Seite des Doppelbetts nieder und knien sich neben sie hin. Monika sieht Mohamet in die dunklen Augen, als er sich ?ie beugt und ihr einen erregenden Zungenkuߠgibt. Dann richtet er sich wieder auf, streift ihr das zartviolett-gemusterte T-Shirt ?en Kopf aus und bewundert erst einen Augenblick ihre nackten Br?bevor er sich an ihnen zu schaffen macht.

Unterdessen ?et Kenan den Knopf und den Rei߶erschluߠihrer schwarzen, engen Jeans und zerrt sie ihr hektisch die langen, schlanken Beine herunter. Darunter tr䧴 sie lediglich einen winzigen, schwarzen String-Tanga. Kenan zieht ihn ihr ebenfalls aus. Ihr nun offen vor ihm liegendes Gymnasiastinnen-F?hen ist zu seiner freudigen ܢerraschung bis auf einen schmalen Streifen dunkler Schamhaare seitlich ihrer Schamlippen rasiert.

Kenan kennt Monika bereits vom Gymnasium gegen?wo sie immer zusammen mit ihren hochn䳩gen Freundinnen in ihrer herausfordernd enger Kleidung auf dem Schulhof gestanden ist und die immer um sie herumscharwenzelnen Jungens von der benachbarten Hauptschule keines Blickes gew? hat. Schon damals hat er immer davon getr䵭t, sie so nackt und hilflos vor sich liegen zu haben.

Er holt sein brandneues, vorletzte Woche geklautes Megapixel-Foto-Handy aus der Tasche, richtet es auf das nackte M䤣hen und macht schnell ein paar Fotos von ihr, um sie stolz seinen Kumpels in der Schule zu zeigen. Dann zieht er sich ebenfalls seine Kleider aus und bereitet sich darauf vor, dieses deutsche N?n zusammen mit seinem 䬴eren Bruder Mohamet endlich geil zu ficken.

Kenan sieht Mohamet kurz an, der ihm mit einem breiten Grinsen aufmunternd zunickt. Kenan schiebt daraufhin ein Kissen unter Monikas nackten Hintern und dr?ann ihre nackten Schenkel ganz weit auseinander, so dass ihr jungfr䵬icher Fotzenspalt weit ge?et und bequem zug䮧lich vor ihm liegt. Schlie߬ich nimmt er seinen bereits steif nach vorne ragenden Schwanz in die Hand und richtet ihn auf ihren Scho߮

Mit der Schwanzspitze f䨲t er l䮧s durch die schmale Spalte zwischen ihren Schamlippen hindurch und streicht dabei auch ?hren hochempfindlichen Kitzler. Monika gibt ein lautes St?n von sich, das unmittelbar danach in ein permanentes Schnurren ?ht. Kenan genieߴ den erregenden Moment, als er seine lustvoll zitternde Eichel zwischen ihre rosigen Schamlippen ihr noch ganz enges Fickloch hineindr?

"He, Mann, es geht doch nichts ?ine geile deutsche Jungfrau!" keucht er seinen Bruder zu und sieht zu, wie der kr䦴ige Schaft seinen Prachtschwanzes ihre schmalen Schamlippen auseinander schiebt und zentimeterweise in ihrem saugenden Fotzenloch verschwindet. Wie erwartet st?er schon sehr bald auf den Widerstand ihres zarten Jungfernh䵴chens, das sich ganz straff um seine kugelige Eichel dehnt und schlie߬ich sp?zerreiߴ.

"Die Alte ist geknackt!" keucht er triumphierend und bohrt seinen harten Fickspeer weiter in Monika?s s?choߠhinein, bis er bis zum Anschlag tief in ihr drinsteckt. Einen Moment bleibt Kenan ruhig auf ihr liegen, um dieses sagenhafte Gef?szukosten und damit das deutsche H? sich an die Gr?seines in ihrer Fotze steckenden Schwanzes gew?n kann. Dann f䮧t er ganz langsam und vorsichtig zu ficken an.

"Diese deutschen Schulm䤣hen sind echt die gr?n Schlampen!" meint Mohamet grinsend, schiebt seinen harten Schwanz zwischen Monika?s Lippen und bohrt ihn ihr tief nach hinten bis in den Rachen hinein. Monika sieht den jungen Mann mit groߥn, benebelten Augen fragend an. Mohamet h䬴 sie fest am Hinterkopf gepackt und beginnt sie gen?h in den Mund zu ficken.

Die entjungferte Monika hat noch nie etwas derartiges erlebt. Sie sp?ie Kenan?s Eichel tief innen anst?und die W䮤e ihrer Fotze zum Lodern bringt. Sie kann ?upt keinen klaren Gedanken mehr fassen und gibt sich v?g den Forderungen ihres hungrigen K?rs hin. Sie versucht sogar, auf seine St?zu reagieren, indem sie mit den Arschbacken wackelt. Seine schweren Eier schlagen bei jedem Stoߠgegen ihren Arsch.

Mohamets Fantasie ist von dem geilen Anblick, der sich ihm bietet, so ?tzt, daߠer alle guten Vors䴺e, sich zur?alten, vergiߴ: Nicola?s kleine Schwester leckt seinen Schwanz nun wie eine hungrige Katze ihre Milch, w䨲end sie gleichzeitig von seinem j?n Bruder gefickt wird. Er h䴴e nicht im Traum daran gedacht, daߠes so etwas geiles gibt. Er sah seinen Bruder fragend an und merkt, daߠauch Kenan bald am H?unkt angelangt ist.

Kenan l䵦t f?ich der Schweiߠ?as Gesicht, als er die nackte Monika noch fester an den H?packt und seinen Schwanz mit aller Kraft in ihre Fotze st? Egal, ob es Kenan kommt oder nicht, Mohamet ist soweit. Warum sich also noch zur?ten? In diesem Moment verliert er ohnedies alle Kontrolle. Er spritzt ab, und die s䭩ge, weiߥ Fl?eit schieߴ ungehindert tief in Monika?s Rachen hinein.

Monika kann kaum fassen, was mit ihrem K?r passiert. Die beiden Br?ommen fast gleichzeitig zum Orgasmus und f?ihren Mund und Fotze mit Str? von heiߥm Ficksaft. Die beiden in ihrem K?r hineinspritzenden Schw䮺e l? auch bei Monika den H?unkt aus und sie wird beinahe ohnm䣨tig. "Aaahh!" st? Mohamet, als er f?wie sich Monika?s Mund verengt und ihm mit aller Leidenschaft den Saft aus seinen Eiern saugt.

Auch Kenan sp?wie ihm das Blut in den Unterleib schieߴ, als er seinen K?r fest gegen die zarte Haut dr? die Monika?s Arsch umspannt. Tief spritzt er sein potenten Samen in ihr ungesch? Fotzenloch hinein. Was k? es ihn, wenn sie dadurch vielleicht sogar angebumst wird. Im Gegenteil, der Gedanke, sie in neun Monaten mit einem dicken Bauch geschw䮧ert auf dem benachbarten Schulhof stehen zu sehen, spornt ihn nur noch mehr an.

"Laߴ uns die beiden Schwestern einfach behalten!" schl䧴 Kenan begeistert vor, als er sich endlich bis auf den letzten Samentropfen in Monika?s ?ieߥnde Fotze ergossen hat, und sieht seine Br?it einem befriedigten Grinsen an. "Klar doch!" pflichtet Mohamet, der gerade seine letzten Samentropfen auf Monika?s Lippen verschmiert, ihm bei. Auch Hakan, der gerade 䣨zend sein dickfl?s Sperma in Nicola hineinpumpt, nickt zustimmend.