Wilbur the wuss!

From the first time I saw her, her physical beauty combined with the radiant spiritual energy that seemed to surround her had me falling head over heels for Ginger. I was thrilled when she said I could buy her a container of coffee, and then thanked my lucky stars when she agreed to let me buy her dinner after the festival we were attending was over.

As we ate, I learned in our conversation that Ginger was a skilled gymnast studying for her degree and professional credentials as a ********* and spiritual advisor, and it all made sense.

I had a strong sense of trust and compassion as we talked and Ginger confided in me her strong desire to help others in her work, so I threw caution to the winds as I confided in her my secret desires to be dominated and degraded and the shame I felt for having these feelings.

"Oh no Wilbur, don't be ashamed about your secret desires!" Ginger said to me when I confided my secret shame to her. When she went on to tell me she had hidden feelings of her own, as many people do, I was thrilled that she would trust me enough to confide this to me.

I was more than twice her age, but that didn't seem to matter as we continued to date and our relationship deepened. When I learned that Ginger had what she described as a narcissistic complex that expressed itself in thoughts and desires of superiority, I felt like I had won the lottery!

Although at first thrilled at our seeming compatibility, I experienced a sobering dose of reality a few months later when we attended an outdoor music concert in a nearby town.

The crowd was large, and when I said I regretted our inability to see the musical performers better Ginger commented that she would enjoy the show better if she could have a higher seat. Without considering the ramifications, I was quick to invite her to sit on my shoulders and was happy when she agreed.

At barely 100 pounds, I was easily able to handle Ginger's weight and thrilled at my subservient status, but quickly realized it was now harder for us to talk. As I was digesting this new reality a guy about her age standing beside us started talking to Ginger during a break in the music.

She got into a conversation with him, but when I tried to make a comment Ginger took the food wrapper in her hand and crumpled it up before stuffing it in my mouth, saying "Hush, wilbur!"

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My face flushed red with shame as Ginger's palms pushed my head forward so that I was looking down at the ground beneath our feet, and I heard the young man standing next to her chuckle as he commented "heh heh heh, what's with this old fuck whose shoulders you're sittin' on, babe?" as he gestured towards me.

I cringed as I heard Ginger reply "oh, he's just some old wimpy loser I met that I've been usin' who actually admitted to me he gets off on bein' taken advantage of and degraded!" and I sunk to new levels of menial mentality as Ginger and her new friend continued to talk casually, disregarding me completely as I stood silently still supporting her full weight on my by now beginning to ache shoulders.

My mind raced with conflicting emotions as a part of me wanted to rip the food wrapper from my mouth and lash out loudly in protest of my mistreatment, but at the same time I felt my growing erection push out the front of my pants as my arousal grew.

I couldn't deny that the disrespect and mocking arrogance Ginger was assuming was an incredible turn-on for me (and my previously confiding this to her I'm sure confirmed it), and as she ridiculed me in front of her new friend it became even more erotically arousing to me. I saw them as the dominant alpha couple I'd always dreamed of serving, exerting their natural superiority over me as their servile slave, and I was too turned on to resist acknowledging their rightful place above me despite my being twice their age.

By the time the concert ended Ginger and her new friend Maxwell had become intimate, kissing and hugging while I became their aging errand boy fetching their ****** and cigarettes at their casual commands. When I heard them make plans to spend the next weekend together my heart sank, but I still held out hope Ginger would ultimately be more attracted to my maturity and the kinky compatibility we shared.

Since neither Ginger nor Maxwell had cars, I agreed to serve as Ginger's driver and she declared "awesome, dude!" I think she sensed that I wouldn't put up for long with taking orders from young Maxwell (barely in his twenties), so at first their commands and dominating demands were all communicated by Ginger. I sensed a sadistic streak in his arrogant attitude towards me, though, and I think he and I both recognized who Ginger would sympathize with if I protested his cruel comments towards me.

As if to confirm my fears, Maxwell began speaking about me in the third person, like I wasn't even there. "C'mon Ginnie, if gramps will drive us let's cruise around downtown, there's something I wanna show you in the back seat!" he said with a smirk, and I couldn't believe the arrogance of this young punk!

Driving around aimlessly by the newly renovated pier and downtown area while Ginger and Maxwell kissed and made out in my back seat, I couldn't resist glancing in my rear view mirror repeatedly as they lost their remaining inhibitations along with their clothes and were soon fucking frantically!

I was ordered to take the back streets to a secluded spot used as a "parking area", and when we got there Ginger instructed me to take a "long walk" and do some window-shopping or something else but not to return until she calls to tell me I can. "Yes Ginger, whatever you say" I replied submissively, and heard Maxwell's cruel chuckle as he added "yeah gramps, I'd tell yah to take a long walk off a short pier, except we need yah to drive us home, yah fuckin' wuss, ha ha ha!"

What a pair of fuckin' balls this arrogant young punk had, I thought ruefully as I obediently drove them home as instructed. Then I caught a glimpse of Maxwell's massive meat and bulging balls in the rear view mirror as he pounded his prick powerfully into Ginger, and I knew his package put my puny prick to shame.

I almost got into an accident as I couldn't take my eyes off the rear view mirror, and when I parked by their residence Ginger grabbed a fist full of my hair and wrenched my head back ******* my mouth to open automatically. "Here ya go gramps, I know how turned on you must be from our fucking, you can suck on that for your horny ride home, hah hah hah!" as she dropped their used condom in my mouth!

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By the time I had driven home my erection, along with my lustful fantasies of serving Ginger and Maxwell, had diminished. My sober and sensible senses reminded me of Agnes, my age-appropriate partner and the beautiful (even if often boring) relationship and intimacy I had with her for many years.

As I parked in my driveway I remembered the slimy saliva-soaked condom still in my mouth, and I was about to spit it out when my cell phone rang.

"Hey Wilbur, it's Ginger. So like WOW! dude, was that awesome or what!" she exclaimed, and as she spoke I could hear the excitement in her voice. I instantly felt the arousing rush of my lust visualizing Ginger's sweet & sexy body in my mind, and the degradation from the used condom she had deposited in my mouth from her sex with Maxwell went from distasteful to delightful as I mumbled my agreement.

"Ha ha, don't try to talk with your mouth full, hee hee hee, but I could tell you were as turned on as I was, dude!" Ginger exclaimed to me, adding that she had just hung up from texting Maxwell and making plans to hook up with him later that evening.

I knew the fact that I was around the age of their parents made my fantasies of dating her far-fetched, and my desires to be dominated and degraded were probably a set-up situation for being taken advantage of, but I clung to Ginger's common cuckolding desires as a dream potential come true and I refused to face the probable let-down down the road.

When she said Maxwell had tried to convince her to "lose the old lecher" (referring to me), I was gratified to hear Ginger explain that she defended my involvement in their dominant/submissive play. She even admitted she got aroused by my **********, and complimented me on my ability to sublimate my obvious desire for her.

I felt like I was glowing with pride hearing Ginger's support and defense of me, and I even went somewhat overboard pledging to consider myself the passive property of Ginger and Maxwell as the cuckold slave of my alpha owners. When Ginger repeated this to Maxwell, I heard his cruel chuckle and felt my fear rise as he said that if Ginger got turned on seeing submissive slaves, she's "gonna love watching" him beat the fuck outta their cuck!"

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Lost in my lustful desires, I dismissed my fears as False Evidence Appearing Real, and embraced my desires to be degraded by the cruel couple of Ginger and Maxwell as the fulfillment of my lifelong fantasy. Besides, my rational mind argued in another decadent dose of an acronym, I was Forgetting Everything was surely All Right!

Ginger had dismissed my fears and ordered me to pick up Maxwell at his place before I go get her, and I knew better than to ask that we keep the evening as just me and her. Besides, she hadn't even given me permission to spit out the condom from her earlier carnal coupling with Maxwell in the back seat of my car, so I simply drove on in silence to pick up Maxwell as instructed as I suppressed my gag reflex from the slimy secretions of Ginger and Maxwell sliding down my throat.

Pulling up to the address Ginger had given me to pick up Maxwell, my ***** boiled as I saw the arrogant asshole standing there with his arms folded across his chest. Seeing his sadistic smile broaden when he spotted me, I said a silent prayer for tolerance and humility as I suppressed my desire to smack the stupid smile off his face.

Ginger had instructed me to treat Maxwell just as I would her, as my superior, and so as I pulled up to where he stood I jumped out of my car and dropped to my knees in front of him.

"Ha ha ha, howdy gramps, hope me and Ginger ain't ******* your nap time, old man!" Maxwell said with a sneer.
Then before I could reply, he spun around to face away from me before bending over and lashing out with a powerful kick that flew right into my face - WHAM!

I ended up dazed and flat on my back, and before I could get up Maxwell walked over to where I lay stretched out on the sidewalk. "Fuckin' wuss..." I heard him snort as he stepped down with one of his shoes onto my throat - GAACK!

I could taste the ***** in my mouth as Maxwell pressed the sole of his shoe down harder on my throat, and as I raised my hands to try and relieve my ******* condition he let out a sadistic snicker.

Helpless under the weight of his shoe sole strangling me, I was starting to pass out when Maxwell suddenly slid his ******* sole off my throat. "You're lucky Ginny wants you to drive us, pops, else I'd leave you passed out on the pavement here waitin' for the garbage men to come and pick up your sorry old ass!"

Driving to pick up Ginger as I rubbed my sore neck and wiped ***** from the corner of my mouth, Maxwell ordered me to stop and buy some flowers and popcorn along the way. When we arrived Maxwell jumped out of my car with the flowers and popcorn, presenting them to Ginger who hugged and kissed him passionately.


When I commented loudly that the flowers and munchies were expensive as a way of saying that I had purchased them, it backfired on me when Ginger remarked that slaves shouldn't complain. Then when she saw my bruised face, Ginger had the audacity to complain to Maxwell that she wanted to be there "when he fucked up the old geezer!"

I started to feel real fear as I tried to think of ways to tone down the physical ***** that this young hot couple were promising to dish out, but my lust for the cuckold fantasy becoming a reality was too strong to suppress and I started to imagine Ginger punishing me for blurting out that I had paid for the flowers and food I had bought them.

As if reading my mind, Ginger remarked as I continued to drive them that she thought I owed Maxwell an apology for saying he hadn't paid for the flowers and munchies he'd given her. I was astonished at their audacity as he agreed, and after directing me to park on a dirt road beyond the city limits Ginger said she'd come up with a way for me to not just apologize but show my genuine sincerity as I did.

While I have had desires of being dominated and degraded for many years, and I have never had the courage to share these decadent desires and foul fantasies with anyone, this finally felt like a chance to "live my dreams"! My more recent desires to be cuckolded by a couple have been even more exciting and scary, and my attraction to being used and *****d by this young couple had my sexual arousal soaring like my fantasy dreams come true!

As Ginger and Maxwell got out of my car and stood on the secluded dirt road, I stumbled out of my car and fell to my knees in front of them. Throwing caution to the wind, I begged forgiveness of them both and declared my willingness to make amends in any way I could.

Ginger smiled and declared that I should show my sincere ********** to Maxwell by not just kissing his ass but by reaming out his butt and getting my tongue all the way up his superior asshole!

My Goddess, I thought, I would love to perform endless analingus, eating out Ginger's beautiful butt for as long as she would allow me the honor, but the thought of putting my tongue into a guy's ass...yech!

I was about to say that same-sex contact was a hard limit for me when Ginger spoke first, saying the thought of watching me tongue-fuck Maxwell's butt was so hot to her, she probably wouldn't be able to resist the urge to give me a blow job on the spot!

That did it, the thought of Ginger going down on me was so tempting it would be a real dream come true, and something I felt willing to do anything for. I knew I couldn't pass up this possibility to get a blow job from sweet Ginger, and I quickly dropped to my knees behind Maxwell to get this distasteful duty done as quickly as possible.

"Get your tongue up my ass, gramps!" Maxwell said with a giggle, but Ginger wanted to deepen my degradation as she ordered me to beg for the privilege. By this point I was lost to my lustful cravings, and I obediently begged and pleaded for the honor of eating young Maxwell's ass.

It felt like I licked and worshiped Maxwell's ass as he sat on my face for an eternity, and soon after I started I felt his weight on my face increase and realized Ginger had climbed aboard. This was not going as I had imagined, as my upturned face was now a seat cushion not just for his ass but Ginger's as well.

Determined to obtain the ultimate prize of a blow job from Ginger, I remained beneath them both as I continued to rim Maxwell's anus. "It's a shame you don't have to take a ****, that would really degrade this doddering old fuck!" I heard Ginger say with a giggle, and suddenly I felt a rush of hot air surround my face BRAAAP!

I couldn't believe the audacity of this young man, he had just farted right in my face! "Ha ha ha, how's that for degrading babe?" I heard Maxwell ask Ginger, and they both laughed as they sat perched on my upturned face.

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"You are awesome, dude!" I heard Ginger exclaim to him with a giggle, even as I continued to be completely and cruelly crushed under the weight of Maxwell's masterful butt. When they finally finished fucking on my flattened face and hopped off, I saw Ginger sink to her knees in front of Maxwell.

"C'mere, you stud," she exclaimed as Ginger pulled Maxwell closer to her, and my heart sank as I realized the blow job she'd promised was not to be for me. His massive meat was starting to stand up once again even after having just fucked Ginger, and I grudgingly gave props to his sexual stamina.

Soon enough, I watched wordlessly as Maxwell grabbed Ginger's head and began to piston his powerful prick down her throat. "ungh, omigod, yesssss!" I heard him exclaim as his powerful penis erupted into Ginger's mouth and he came. Despite being denied the pleasure of getting a blowjob from Ginger, my arousal from watching this young couple's fucking and oral sex had my cock leaking with lust!

With his sexual desires satisfied, Maxwell sighed as he slowly slid Ginger's head off his cock, and before I could react she grabbed a fist-full of my hair and yanked my head back and my mouth open - Gaaaccckk!

Helpless in Ginger's strong grip, my eyes widened in fear and shame as she positioned her pursed lips over my open mouth before letting Maxwell's load of come trickle down into my throat!
"***** up, douche-bag" she said with a smile, and Maxwell joined her in mocking my menial measure of protein from Maxwell's meat.

Their use and ***** of me had my subservient senses soaring even as Ginger and Maxwell soon lost interest in me and almost seemed to forget I was even present. This paradoxically served to heighten my lust and sexual arousal, and I found myself craving their attention even as they ordered me around like their lackey.

I couldn't believe the conceit and arrogance they displayed as Ginger and Maxwell amazingly assumed my servitude in relation to them, and when Ginger ordered me to rent a Lincoln Town car to drive them around in because my car was too small my only response was "yes, Goddess!"

In the past I had worked as a bartender in catering halls, so I had a supply of white shirts and black bow ties and pants, and before long I was ordered by this young couple to be daily dressed in this menial attire and serve as their servant and gofer, as well as their human ATM cash dispenser!

Ginger was looking more beautiful every time she summoned me to serve her in some way, and despite our age difference I found myself fantasizing about becoming her slave and devoted servant for eternity!

Maxwell never paid for anything, and while I thought Ginger knew I was paying for everything she had me doing from paying for all our meals to buying ****** for her and Maxwell, I feared another sharp rebuke if I mentioned it so I simply suffered in silence.