Brenda read Ron’s job proposal and felt confused and stunned. “You want a glorified hooker,” she replied.

“What I want is a razor,” he replied. “Client care costs me a fortune, and I want the problem gone. You need money, the job’s pay and benefits are generous; you make the boss happy and keep the customer satisfied. It’s how business is.”

“I don’t know, ” She said.

“I’m meeting another applicant after we’re done,” he replied.

“Then my answer is no. I was expecting something different,” she said.

“It is what it is,” Ron looked at Brenda for long seconds before speaking, “OK, it’s your choice to make, and you made it.”

Driving back to Ron’s house, in the grips of despair, Brenda’s old car died beside the road, in a thick cloud of smoke and steam.

She called Audrey but got no answer, then called others, getting no answer, or excuses. Ron stopped after he recognized her car and saw Brenda standing beside it.

He popped the hood, assessed the situation, and pulled out his cell phone, “I’ll call my people to tow it,” he said, opening the phone case.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Let’s wait in my car,” he suggested, after speaking with his garage crew.

“I’m sorry I said no, I’m broke, and desperate; I think I expected something traditional,” she said.

“I’m sorry, too, but the other applicant liked the offer, and I hired her. One man’s junk, another man’s treasure, and remorse is a dish that tastes bad however it’s served,” he smiled.

Back home Ron went knocked on his step-daughter’s bedroom door. Her reply sounded like muffled, loud noise. So he said, “Carrie, may I come in?” And listened for a response.

She said something that sounded like “Come in,” and he opened the unlocked door, seeing Carrie lying naked on her bed, cell phone pressed against her ear, and laughing. She frowned and snarled, “Get out!” when she heard the door open and saw Ron in the doorway. Ron hesitated, admiring her body, then smiled and left.

After dinner Ron returned to his office. At eight o’clock a Honda pulled off the street and parked behind the office.

“This is gonna take a while, so if you wanna come back around nine that will be good,” Melinda told her boyfriend.

“Eight’s kinda late for a job interview,” he said.

“It’s when the man could see me, and we need the money,” she reminded him.

“Who is this guy?” the boyfriend asked.

“It’s Carrie’s stepfather; gimme a kiss, and I’ll see you, make it nine-thirty, okay?” Melinda said, and got out of the car. After he was gone she pulled down her skirt, stepped out of it, and pulled up a micro-mini skirt she brought in her bag. She did the same with her blouse and bra, both replaced by a fishnet halter-top.

Dressed again, Melinda located Ron’s car and called his number. “I’m outside,” she said when he answered. He opened the door for her, and locked it when she was inside. She sat on the sofa with her legs curled against her thighs and ass, and let her hair down.

Ron opened his wallet and pulled out some bills, counting out five which he placed on the arm of the sofa beside her. “Ready to suck some cock?” He asked.

She put the money in her bag, “Yeah,” she said.

Ron unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then unbuckled his belt, unsnapped the waist, and pulled down the zipper, letting the pants fall to his feet. His erect cock hung out of the fly of his boxers.

Melinda sat on the edge of the sofa, pushed her long brown hair out of her face, and leaned forward when Ron was close enough for his cock to poke her face. She captured the flopping dick with her fingers and pulled it to her mouth.

Ron favored young, white women with puffy tits shaped like snow-cone cups, and small mouths with kewpie-doll lips, and flawless skin.

His cock was too big for her mouth, but most cocks were, and she sucked the cock-heads rather than deep-throat her guys. His nut-sack looked too big for her hand.

He pulled her halter down to fondle her tits and squeeze her nipples. She looked up at his face with her calf-eyes as she sucked his head and licked his shaft. And when she felt him coming, she pulled back her mouth, and opened it to catch his goo. Most of it went into her eyes and nose. He handed her a tissue and told her to turn around and lean over the back of the sofa.

As she wiped her face he put a hand between her legs, to spread them, and to rub her labia and feel her gash with his finger. Then he took his cock in hand and pushed it inside her, she guiding it with her hand and fingers, and he pushing with his pelvis.

“What’d you do with that baby I made?” He asked.

“My mom has him,” she said.

Once she was loose enough Ron pounded her, cuz she liked hard, quick thrusts that felt like the cock was in her uterus. She liked men to talk nasty to her, too. Ron loved her tight pussy, and she liked enough cock so that her brain got lazy and her mind floated away to some nice place until her man filled her with icy-hot semen.

Melida’s small cunt didn’t hold much cum inside it, and when Ron started spurting the cum came back thick around his dick. As soon as Ron felt her climax, he pulled his cock out of her pussy and pushed it in her mouth, holding her hair entwined in his fingers, to pull her mouth toward his belly. She took as much as she could. Then fell back against the sofa.

Ron cleaned his cock and dressed. Melinda cleaned her pussy and face in his bathroom, pulling the cum out with toilet paper, then dressing in her skirt and blouse, and stowing the mini and fishnet halter in her bag.

“Why does lover boy think you’re here?” Ron asked.

“I told him I had a job interview,” she said, shouldering her bag and walking to the door. “I have a sister who needs some money,” she said.

“How old is she?” He asked.

“Eighteen, a year younger than me,” she replied.

“Tell her to call me,” he said.

Audrey called him as he drove home, Carrie was in jail for DUI and leaving the scene of an accident. “She hit a homeless guy who wandered into the street,” Audrey said.

“What you want me to do?” He asked.

“Get her out and bring her home, please?” Audrey pleaded.

“Her bullshit’s getting expensive,” he reminded her.

“I promise I won’t interfere this time, handle her your way, but don’t let her sit there all night,” Audrey said.

Ron called his lawyer and bail bondsman, and went to the jail to see Carrie. She wasn’t happy to see him.

“Your mama says to tell you that your ass is mine, comprende?” He smiled. She nodded her head and stared at the floor.

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That weekend, I stayed with Mark and his brother. He asked if I was willing to help with the arrangements, and I was happy to help. The party day had arrived and that’s when everything went crazy. Mark got called into work and it was too late to cancel. So, it was left up to me to get everything together with his little brother Jeff. Of course Jeff didn’t know I was a 38 year old housewife, mother of three, and PTA member. I went to the grocery store and the liquor store. I was almost done when I remembered I didn’t have a costume. I have a nice figure and I’m a little bit of an exhibitionist, so I bought a French Maid costume and a pair of black fishnet thigh highs and matching g-string and black stiletto high heels. Since I had never met any of Jeff’s friends and they did not know I was staying at their home, I was going to pretend to be his cousin. Well, the first guests started to arrive about 9:00 and I was all alone since Mark had to work until 10:00 PM.

Well, I was definitely a hit, as all the guys kept talking to me and even making a few passes. I was really getting horny from all the attention, and I began to get more flirtatious and give the guys a show. I’m now approaching forty and use to teasing guys my age, but this would be fun, as most of Jeff’s guests would be in their early twenties. My male friends say I look more like twenty-eight and I have huge 36DD breasts. I would bend over and give them ass shots, and the guys were getting so cool that after a while they stopped looking away when I would feel them staring. The guys even began throwing stuff on the floor to get me to bend over and pick it up. I knew things were going to be fun when I kept seeing the bulging cocks in their pants. I knew immediately I was in the right place; the attention from my host and his friends made me feel at ease. Two hours later, after a few rounds of Jack Daniels and lots of dancing, I found myself dancing alone in the middle of the living room, surrounded by about ten young handsome men.

My first inclination was apprehension, then it turned into arousal as I felt my thong becoming soaked. With these men gyrating around me, I danced in front of one at a time, putting on my best moves, shaking my ass in front of them, bending over, grabbing my ankles and smiling up at them from between my legs. They started touching me, and I didn’t mind! What happened next is a blur. Jeff, my host and bachelor stepped in and started dancing with me slowly, whispering in my ear, “You’re getting the boys very excited. Are you sure that’s what you want to do?” Jeff wasn’t aware of the arrangement I had with his brother, Mark.

I answered, “Are you excited?”

All he could do was smile and nod his head, his hands slipping up under my dress and cupping my ass. The room exploded in a loud burst of applause, yet I didn’t realize what was about to happen. Jeff placed his thumbs on each side of my thong and knelt on the floor in front of me. It was like I was in a trance. I stepped out of them in my high heels and then placed my dress over his head, pushing his mouth into my moist pussy. The men roared while my legs trembled as Jeff started licking my pussy with a vengeance. Someone came up from behind me and lifted my dress off completely. I was standing naked in front of a room full of young men with another man’s tongue deep in my pussy, and I came! Now, I knew what I wanted next! Shirts and shoes went flying and I was surrounded by ten men stroking the hardest cocks I had ever seen. Jeff looked up at me and asked to make sure I was okay.

“What’s going to happen next?” he asked.

“Whatever you want,” I replied. “Help me, Jeff. I want it all,” was all I could say.

Jeff led me to a back bedroom with a king size bed and placed the men in a semicircle around it. With my heels still on, I pulled Jeff to me and asked, “How do you want me?”

Without saying a word, he bent me over the bed and raised my ass. I looked between my legs and saw him unleash his 10 inch cock. For some reason I trusted him and wanted all of him in me. I spread my legs farther apart and thrust my ass higher into the air for him. I looked around the room at all the men waiting for me, their cocks stroked to huge perfection, as Jeff entered me from behind. The men cheered, when after two minutes, he was able to push himself completely inside of me. I came at least three times while he impaled me. Jeff started moving slowly and then picked up his pace as my pussy adjusted to his size. All I could do was moan and cum.

I felt him start to tense up and then he yelled out, “Where do you want it?”

All I could say was, “Wherever you want!”

He pulled out of me, flipped me over and straddled my chest all in one motion, grabbing the back of my head and feeding his cock into my mouth. His first spurt filled my mouth completely and he pulled back, grunting and continuing to cum in pulse after pulse, streaming all over my face and hair. I came again, and I wanted more! Jeff let me lick him clean and then motioned to the next man. After that, it was a blur of hands, mouths and cocks exploring every part of my body, and me cumming hundreds of times. Many of the men came back for seconds and thirds. I just couldn’t get enough, and neither could they. Well, Mark never came home, so at about 2:00 AM the guests started to leave, except the single guys Steve and Pete. They offered to help Jeff and I clean up. Afterwards we all sat in the living room and we drank. Steve went and made me a drink, and I could tell what he was trying to make happen when I tasted all the alcohol in the drink. The alcohol was going right to my head, and after about three of them, I was floating.

Then Steve and Pete sat next to me and began rubbing my legs, and it felt so good. And when Pete slid his hand onto my pussy, I was in heaven. They both started kissing me and rubbing my pussy, making me cum within a minute. Then the guys started to undress, and their cocks were huge. They both grabbed me and started to undress me. I didn’t want to fuck again, so they began to manhandle me and tore my uniform off. The buttons were popping off and then my bra was torn open. They sat me on the couch and Steve stuck his cock up to my lips, and I instinctively sucked the head in. Pete munched on my bald pussy, and before he was done, I had cum three times. Then they switched places and I sucked Pete’s big cock and could taste the pre-cum. Steve didn’t eat me very long, when all of sudden, I felt his cock push into my dripping pussy. I let out a big moan as Pete continued to feed his cock into my mouth. When my first orgasm hit, I could hardly breathe, and I felt Pete’s cock head swell and knew he was going to blow his load; and boy did he!

The first streams shot to the back of my throat and I swallowed as fast as I could to prevent any leakage. When Pete fell back exhausted, Steve pounded into me like a pile driver and I kept cumming around his 8 inch penis. I was moaning out loud when a cock was shoved into my mouth, and to my surprise, it was Jeff. His cock was about 10 inches long and thick as a cucumber, and I was so horny I just kept sucking away. Steve had incredible stamina and hadn’t cum after almost a half-hour of pussy pounding. When Pete had his cock hard again, Jeff pulled out of my mouth and sat on the couch and Steve pulled out of me and sat me onto Jeff’s huge member that made me scream when I slid onto it. Steve sat on the top of the couch and I began sucking his cock. I forgot about Pete, when all of a sudden I was lifted off of Jeff’s huge member and Pete entered me and pounded me doggie-style for about three minutes getting his cock lubed up for the surprise. Pete pulled out and I was impaled again onto Jeff’s cock and then I felt Pete try to push his cock into my ass.

They held me still and Steve’s cock was shoved to the back of my throat as Pete impaled my sphincter. It was so tight I thought I would be ripped apart. When I became used to the size, it started to feel very good and my orgasms started coming like crazy. Especially when Jeff and Pete got a nice motion going and they were telling me how they could feel their cocks rubbing against each other inside me. That was such an erotic statement that I came just from the thought. I was being fucked like a whore and loving every minute of being their sex toy. I knew it was almost over when they all started talking about cumming. They all agreed to try to cum at the same time and I urged them to make it happen. Pete’s cock tasted so good and I began to lick the underside of the head. By his reaction, I knew that I had hit the right spot, and when he grabbed my head, I knew that he was almost ready to explode. Pete and Jeff held me tight and began pounding into me like animals fucking the last female, and I was almost about to pass out from the sensation.

They all screamed that they were cumming and they all held me tight as they slammed into one last time. I gave out a throaty moan as I felt Steve’s head swell. The two cocks swelled inside me and then almost all at once, cum shot from all three. I swallowed every drop Steve had and I felt the warm cum splashing into my love canals. When all their organs were drained, I almost couldn’t catch my breath. Pete and Steve got dressed and left and Jeff took me to my room and put me to bed and promised not to tell his big brother what had happened. Finally I noticed that yet another of those dream-people had entered the room. This one seemed different somehow. He didn’t seem like a total stranger. He called me by name. I remember him saying that just wanted to chill out with me for a bit. I can’t remember when or how I moved from sitting on the bed to lying down; and the next thing I remember is that he was there too, on the bed, lying next to me. We didn’t speak to each other, but just lay there. Time passed, and I realized he had put his arm around me and pulled me close to his body.

I’m pretty sure our conversation was about lovemaking, and when I was next aware of him, he was on top of me. It’s so hard to explain, I don’t remember how he got there. He was just there, on top of me, talking and stroking my hair. I felt a stirring in his pants. “Am I turning you on?” he asked teasingly. I nodded weakly, not knowing what to expect. He moved a hand under the sheet and ran it over the front of my abdomen and between my legs. Then, in that dream way, the door had been closed by Jeff and we were naked, lying next to each other. Before I knew it, he had rolled over onto his back and pulled me on top of him with my back to his chest. He began to move his hands down the sides of my body and then back up the front. His hands explored everywhere they could reach. They caressed my breasts, my stomach, and my thighs. They descended to my loins. He stroked me like that for the longest time, all the while his cock pressed against the small of my back. How warm and firm and hard it felt against my flesh.

I was silent and my throat was dry. On one pass of his hands, as they slid past my groin, his fingers grazed my shaved pubic mound, and it sent a shudder through my body. The next thing I knew, I was on my stomach facing him, his warm body beneath mine. I slid my fingers down his sides this time, cupping his ass with both of my hands. We didn’t kiss, and for the life of me, I don’t know why. Before I realized what was happening, he rolled us over and was lying on top of me. Eagerly I wrapped my legs around his back as he guided his tautly stretched cock into me. His hips began to move and he pressed forward smoothly and agonizingly slowly. I couldn’t stop the moan escaping from my lips. My hips responded to him and I met each of his downward strokes with an upward lift of my pelvis. It was delicious. In my  stupor we danced like that for hours. But time is so skewed in dreams, I can’t be sure how long it was. I remember he lowered his head to my chest and began to suckle on my breasts.

He rolled my nipples gently in his mouth and traced the areola with his tongue. My breath began to quicken and I felt the heat in my loins grow. I begged him to make me cum. He increased the pace and a moan broke from his lips. I gasped with pleasure as he drove forward and bumped hard against me, his balls hitting my ass with each stroke. I put both hands on his hips and guided him in the rhythm I needed and wanted. He tensed on top of me and I knew he was on the brink of an orgasm. I slid my hand between us and used my middle finger to rub my clit. That was enough to send me over the edge. As tremors spread through me like the ocean rushing to the shore, I released a flood of liquid that ran down the crack of my ass. My spasms were what he needed, and I felt his body convulse over me. Then his hot semen exploded into me and trickled downward to mix with my juices. He fell on me until our breathing became normal again. Suddenly I was kneeling over the stranger. I looked into his eyes and saw in them a sweetness that I hadn’t noticed before.

Again I felt a movement at his groin. I reached down, took his cock in my hand and guided him inside me. In an instant I was impaled on him. There was, all at once, a moment of absolute bliss and we just held ourselves there, connected as one. As if we both knew exactly when to move, he pushed his hips upward and I pressed mine down to meet him. We began to rock back and forth. He grabbed my hips and told me to relax. He must be crazy, how could I relax? He moaned slightly and I knew his attention was focused on our melding. I knew how he felt. My mind was abuzz with the amazement of it all. Then his fingers danced from my hips, across my stomach and up to my breasts. He massaged them gently with both hands. He told me he thought they were flawless and that they fit his hands perfectly. His thumbs brushed against my nipples and he moaned my name. It was so exciting. He had aroused my deepest desires and I was caught up in a swirl of sensations that amassed in the pit of my stomach. He pulled me down to his chest and now, for the first time, we kissed.

It was worth the wait. The contact of our lips was electrifying. We continued to kiss and I kept rocking my hips over his. My hands were all over him and he continued to massage my breasts. Again without warning, in that dream way, we had switched positions and we were now on the couch. I was still facing him, with his erection inside me. My legs were under me and my breasts were near his face. I felt his breath, warm and heavy, against my chest. It fell maddeningly on my skin. He laid his open mouth on my breasts and lingered there for a while, flicking his tongue against my nipples. Sucking softly from time to time, and occasionally nibbling on them, he ignited a passion in me that was more than sexual. My revelry was interrupted when he tilted his head up and kissed me on the mouth again. Our lips were still joined as he stood up slowly, with me still skewered on his ample cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He took the two steps required to reach the wall and pushed my back against the velvety wallpaper.

I remember that he began pumping his hips and moving his cock in and out of me with a furor as wild as the animal in the oil painting on the wall. I couldn’t move. I felt my loins burn as an orgasm swept through me. I was aware that he, too, was cumming and he pushed his cock inside of me as far at it would go. He held himself there, his cock plunged to the hilt, as body tremors threatened his balance. It was impossible for me to know how long we stayed like that before he fell against me, pinning me to the wall. Before I realized it, we were on the couch again, almost in the same position as before. This time, however, I was sitting on his lap with my back to him, his hard member was not inside me any more, but pressed between the cheeks of my butt. He was kissing my hair, my neck, and my shoulders. I leaned back into him. He put his hands on my breasts again. My nipples were so hard they begged to be fondled. As he pinched them lightly I raised myself a little, reached down, and pressed the head of his cock against my small brown opening.

Slowly I slid down his shaft as the muscles of my ass relaxed and opened to welcome the invading titan. Again, we held ourselves still in the moment. When I began sliding up and down on his shaft, I felt a delicious rush of pleasure course through me. I watched, almost outside myself, as I raised and lowered my hips again and again. His hands, on my hips, orchestrated the pace and I heard his breath quicken. He guided me to move faster. I leaned back against him as he shoved his hips up to meet me. He had been moaning softly up to now, but he was getting louder. He moved faster and plunged deeper. Our movements became frenzied and my body shuddered. I pushed down and squeezed harder. I heard a low growl escape from my own lips. He was doing the work now. He raised his hips off the couch and his cock split me up the middle. Then he lowered himself, holding me under the arms so he could draw himself almost all the way out of me before plunging back in. I don’t know long we continued like that. It isn’t important to know.

Then he whispered in my ear, “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever done or seen.”

I knew he was watching his shaft penetrate my ass, and the thought of him getting pleasure from observing our connection just enhanced my enjoyment of the act. I reached down, and with the fingers of my right hand, opened the lips of my vagina. I put the middle finger on my clitoris, and made small circles on the protruding bud. Touching myself produced another wave of electricity that went to my head and then traveled back down to my toes. I was very near another orgasm and I told him so. He hissed that he was going to cum too. There were a few moments when I felt that time stood still, and then without warning, spasms of pleasure wrapped me in ecstasy. I gasped for air. My anal muscles clamped down on him. Immediately his body convulsed and I felt his sperm discharge into my anus. Not quite collapsing, but close, I fell on top of him. We remained in that position for a long time, if I remember correctly. This is when he introduced himself as Jim, Mark and Jeff’s father. His wife had passed away the year before of cancer. He thanked me for an evening of pleasure, got dressed, and left.

After resting for about an hour I was awakened by a dim light in the room. I watched in lustful anticipation as Mark slowly peeled off his T-shirt and unbuckled his belt, tugging his jeans off and letting them drop soundlessly to the floor beside him. My eyes traveled downward over his deliciously naked torso, coming to rest on his silk boxers and I felt my own wetness seeping through my sheets as I took in the sight of his rock hard arousal. I turned away from him slightly as I moved with trembling hands to grasp the edges of my sheet and pull it down reveling in the sensation of nakedness as the air caresses my bare skin. Quickly shedding his boxer shorts, he moved quietly behind me, his arms reaching around to cup my breasts in the palms of his hands and I arched my back in ecstasy, pushing my butt into his groin until I felt his erection nudge against the crack of my ass. His fingertips gently teased my breasts and sensitive nipples and I felt my breathing quicken as small moans escaped my lips and I reached back with my hands to grasp his hardness and stroke the length of his shaft.

I sucked in my breath with a gasp of pleasure as I felt his breath, warm on the backs of my thighs. His tongue and teeth nibbled and suckled at the delicate skin just under the curve of my ass, and I shuddered at the sensations coursing through my body. I felt his fingers trailing slowly after his lips and my legs seemed to part slightly, as though of their own volition, begging his fingers to follow. Warm, gentle fingers delved just into the wetness within my folds and stroked teasingly at my clitoris until I felt my hips buck helplessly against him. I felt my breath catch in my throat as Mark’s lips moved tantalizingly over my ass, his tongue teased along the crack and sent shivers up my spine. The fingers between my legs were replaced by the throbbing hardness of his erection as I felt him move to stand upright, and I closed my eyes in blissful surrender as I leaned back against his chest, marveling at the way our bodies fit together so perfectly. I reached between my legs to feel my wetness against his hardness and I stroked my fingers teasingly over the head of his erection, smiling to myself as I felt it pulse against my touch.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, we broke apart to enter the shower, our bodies intertwined again as soon as we have settled into the warm water. We exchanged soft, tender kisses as we washed each other, exploring the most secret of places with the wonder of new lovers, but the heated passion rising between us could not be ignored, and with a sudden shared urgency, we stepped from the shower and moved toward the bedroom, toweling each other dry as we walked. I fell onto the bed on my back, sliding over to make room for Mark as I opened my arms in invitation, and I heard myself sigh in satisfaction against his lips as his mouth and body covered mine. My hands glided over the muscles in his back as we kissed, tracing small circles and reveling in the feeling of his naked skin under my fingertips. His mouth moved from the passionate kiss at my lips to trail hot, wet promises against my neck and shoulders on its way to tease

my most sensitive of sweet spots.

I felt my body arch against him with a shudder of pleasure as his lips closed teasingly over first one nipple, then the other, coaxing from my body that which he knew lay hidden just beneath the surface. As his lips and tongue stroked and suckled at my breasts, seducing the sensitive buds over and over again, my eyes closed in surrender and I cried out, shaking with pleasure as my first orgasm engulfed me. My cries of passion seemed to urge Mark on, fueling his own ardor and I felt his lips leave my breasts and travel lower still, across the sensitive skin of my abdomen and come to rest against the tender flesh of my inner thighs. My breaths were coming in short pants as I felt his lips and nose nuzzling at the junctures of the insides of my thighs and his hands reached up to push my legs further apart, opening me more fully to him. I felt the heated ecstasy of his gentle hands opening my folds to his searching lips and my whole body bucked upward in elated bliss as I felt his mouth move against me in the most intimate of kisses.

“Oh…. Oh, my god….!”

I was beyond coherent thoughts or words as his mouth moved against me, his lips and tongue alternately licking and suckling at my swollen lips and clitoris and I felt the familiar heat beginning to spread rapidly through my loins again. I heard myself whimpering, pleading as I called out to him, my body restlessly searching for the release he was making it crave. I felt his hands shift under me, grabbing my ass and with a possessive tug he brought my hips closer to his questing mouth and I groaned my satisfaction out loud.

“Oh god, Mark…. Oh, god….. yesssssssss….!”

His lips moved from the sensitive nubbin of my clitoris, down through the soft folds of skin and came to rest against my ass, alternately kissing and tonguing that small ring of heaven until my body trembled under his touch, begging for more. I was on overload with the intense blend of sensations Mark was invoking in me, like his father, and my mind whirled in a state of frenzied rapture. He was leading me down a path that was foreign and new to me and my mind and body screamed for the promise of fulfillment I felt in him. As his lips and tongue danced and suckled teasingly between my clitoris and my ass, my body was helpless to do anything but thrust against him, shamelessly pleading for the release his lips were promising. I felt his fingers slide within the folds of my wetness to stroke in and out of me, and as his lips and tongue continued to caress me; I was certain I would faint with pleasure. My hips bucked against his hand, fucking his fingers as he moved them faster and faster within me, urging me on.

When his tongue moved to focus its erotically intense licking and suckling against my swollen clitoris, I was pushed up and over the edge in an orgasm so intense that I heard myself scream in pleasure, calling out his name as my body shuddered in ecstasy, tears of release streamed down my face. I came back to myself slowly, struggling to find my body again and I vaguely was aware of the sound of Mark’s voice asking me if I was all right. I smiled in answer as I gazed up at him, tears of passion still wet on my face and all I could do was nod in affirmation; I could not find the power of speech. Mark smiled back at me in understanding, leaning down to place a sensuous kiss against my lips and the lustful passion I saw blazing within his eyes took my breath away. I stared back at him, feeling myself grow incredibly hot and wet all over again and the only thought I could hold in my mind was of how much I wanted him again; how badly I wanted to have him inside me again.

Our eyes locked with each other as a look of pure lust passed between us and I heard myself whimper in excitement as I felt him reach down to grasp my legs and bend them back toward my chest. Gently, almost teasingly, I felt his fingers slide into the depths of my pussy, stroking against me and withdrawing the wetness there to smooth erotically around the tiny halo of my ass, a promise of things to come. I moaned my pleasure of this repeated action as I felt his fingers continue to wet my ass with my own juices and when he began to penetrate that ring of heaven with his finger for the first time, I felt my body shudder in intense bliss. His fingers continued to wet me, teasing the puckered opening of my ass and I felt my hips shift up toward him slightly as though impatient to feel him inside of me. I felt his hands come to rest at last on the backs of my thighs and my gaze was again drawn to the passion on his face as I watched him rest the tip of his erection against my ass.

I shifted my hips teasingly against him, wanting him to know how much I wanted this too, and the motion of his erection rubbing against that small slit of heaven sent sparks of desire straight to my core. With an almost tortured breath, he began to move slowly, pushing his way into me gradually, and in the back of my mind I was amazed at his self control and touched by his concern for me. I felt my own body draw a deep breath as his erection began to penetrate my labia. I felt him gradually moving deeper, his hardness stroking me in places I have never felt before and a low moan of pleasure escaped from the back of my throat. I felt the muscles in my vagina contract around him, squeezing him tightly as he penetrated me further, and the groan I heard from his lips inflamed my desire even more. With another gentle thrust, Mark was completely inside me and I could not believe the incredible sensations my body felt, and yet I still wanted more. I smiled up into his blissful gaze and as our eyes met, they locked in silent communication.

Without a word, our bodies were shifted, repositioned, and I found myself lying face down on the bed as Mark knelt between my legs. I pulled several pillows across the bed and pushed them under me to rest against my chest as I felt his arms moving gently underneath me to grasp my hips and raise them back toward him. I felt my ass being raised in the air as his knees nudged the insides of my legs further apart and the sensation of being so exposed and vulnerable caused me to shiver with the intensity of its eroticism. His fingers traced along the crack of my ass and down to dip into the wetness of my pussy and I heard his breath catch softly on a moan of passion as he realized fully the extent of my excitement. I felt his fingers wetting my labia again, readying me for him and I shifted my hips back toward him impatiently. I was rewarded a moment later with the feel of his erection pressing against that opening of heaven yet one more time. He slid in more easily this time, my body adjusting to his girth almost instantly and we both groaned with the intensity of the feelings as Mark rested completely, sheathed in the depths of my womb.

Mark began to move, setting the rhythm with a slow, easy thrust and my body trembled with the motion. I felt one arm wrap around my waist, resting on my hip and pulling me back toward him as he thrust. The other arm reached under me, his fingers gently stroking and intuitively seeking out the tiny nubbin of my clitoris. My hips bucked against him in pleasure as the sensation of having his erection thrusting deep in my cervix and his fingers teasing me pushed me faster and faster toward the white heat of release. I felt the rhythm of his thrusts begin to increase slightly and I moaned my pleasure as I quickened my pace to move with him. I felt myself cresting higher and higher and I called to him, begging for the release I knew he could give me.

“Fly for me, baby…” I urged him softly. “Let me feel you cum… let me cum for you…!”

I heard the labored sound of his breath and felt his groin slapping against my ass as he pushed us both toward the blissful rapture that we sought. Intentionally, I tightened my muscles around his shaft, greedily milking his erection as it thrust within the confines of my pussy. His gentle, yet persistent fingers stroked my clitoris in rhythm with our thrusts and in the open space of a heartbeat, I felt the liquid heat of release explode in the tiny nubbin, flowing throughout my loins and I screamed my pleasure to him as I felt his erection begin to pulse and spasm within my pussy as his own climax began. We spiraled together, our bodies pulsing against one another in the intense passionate frenzy of orgasm, and for a brief moment, I was so overwhelmed with ecstasy that I was sure I would black out. We hovered together for several moments in a state of extended bliss, our bodies still intimately joined. Gradually, we began to come back to ourselves, murmuring softly to one another and I felt Mark gently withdraw from me and release his hold on my body as I sunk forward onto the bed, my outstretched limbs trembling in satiated bliss.

As a thank you, I gave him a blow job before I headed home to my husband and children. When I arrived home, my girl’s were sound asleep in their rooms. Scott was sitting in his lounge chair in the bedroom reading a novel. I stood behind his chair, shirt unbuttoned to there and lots of creamy promising cleavage begging him to enjoy. I let him stand, but he had to keep his back to me. If I actually looked his beautiful hard-on in the eye, I wouldn’t be able to continue the task at hand. I started with his chest and unbuttoned his soft shirt to feel his warm chest.

“How was the party? Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh yea! There were ten hard cocks, including the groom’s and later the groom’s father took me. Then Mark and I renewed old times with several more fucks. I’ve swallowed enough cum to fill a gallon jug and even more has been oozing out my pussy all night. I don’t know how many orgasms I had tonight!”

Sounds like my horny little wifey needs some rest!”

“I’ll say, but not before I wear out my wonderful husband!”

In and instant, somehow we were both naked. All his skin was soft on all my skin as I leaned against the bedroom wall and pulled him back to me, stroking his chest and pinching his nipples. I was whispering in his ear the delicious “fuck my hot pusy” words that come out when one gets so horny. I love how his cock twitched when I rested one leg on the desk and shamelessly rubbed my slippery cum-soaked pussy all over his smooth ass. There was no mistaking how turned on I was, as I glided my hot clit all over his skin. I slipped one hand around the head of his cock, now bulging and hard. The cum that was starting to ooze from it, a hint at a promising explosion, helped the very tip of my index finger to draw circles just around the tip. I felt his stomach pull in and tighten when I took both hands from his hips down around his balls and grasped the shaft, pulling the whole group together. My fingers don’t meet as I gave him long strokes up and down, firm pressure in my grip.

I had his balls circled in one hand, my tits pressed up against his back, grinding my wet pussy on his ass and I started to give his whole cock the attention it deserved, whispering in his ear just how hot the whole thing was getting my pussy. Scott was watching me in the reflection of the bedroom mirror, happy and amazed at what I was doing with his cock. He hadn’t really been extended and massaged like this since the last time I begged him to let me get my hands on his cock in the parking lot. I reached down and his cock was slick with the juices from my almost wildly cumming pussy. He was getting off on me getting off, and I felt his balls start to contract and his hips were thrusting into my fist that was busy stroking faster and faster. He opened his eyes and got ready to watch his cock eject a huge dose of cum. Scott saw how hot we were together, feeling me grind off my own orgasm on his sweet ass, and listening to me cum loudly, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

The low moan told me he was getting ready to explode. All of a sudden, I needed his cum on my tits! I sank to my knees as he spun around and unloaded his aching squirting cock on my happy tits, fucking himself between them as perfect a fit as ever. Thanks honey, for the big weekend and the huge ego boost!

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“This is normal for on his afternoon off,” I said. “Some of these folders are Harrington’s. Do I have to do his work too, or is it that I am cough up? Guess what? I am going to take the afternoon off too. It is such a nice afternoon, and it will be a good chance to surprise my wife.”

“Oh, please, don’t do that,” implored Lisa. “This work has got to be done today.”

“Then let Harrington do it. I need an afternoon off. If Eric can do it I can too,” I replied angrily. ” I don’t care if he is the boss, he doesn’t own me.”

“You will regret this,” Lisa said in a muffled tone.

“What did you say Lisa?” I asked. Lisa turned and walked away without an answer. “Well maybe I will get fired tomorrow, but today Melanie and I will enjoy the afternoon.”

I was looking forward to surprising Melanie. We had been married for eleven years and had two children. We were both in out mid thirties, and we were both in very good condition. Melanie did not show the effects of the two kids. She was still a petite 5’2″ and 34-22-34. Her shiny brunette hair cascaded over her slight shoulders and down to the middle of her back. She was beautiful and the pride of my life. Our love life was very good and I knew that this afternoon interlude was just thing to keep the spark alive.

The drive home took about thirty minutes, but it was a quiet time as I dreamed of the time with my wife and this day. But the spell was broken as I rounded the corner of the street to my house. There in the driveway sat Eric’s maroon Buick. I was shocked but curious too, so I parked a few doors down the street, and sneaked into my house by the back door.

The house is on one floor so I had to be careful. This could still just be a legitimate meeting rather than an affair, and I didn’t want to be caught. These though were dashed completely when I heard giggling and coming form the bedroom. The door was open slightly so I moved past their door and into my daughter’s bedroom where I could get a good view of the activity.

I felt my face drain and my fingers go numb when I saw Eric sitting of the bed with his cock buried in my beautiful wife’s mouth. She was sucking hard and pumping the base of his cock with her hand. She was looking up adoringly at Eric as if spellbound by his presents. She was moaning quietly as she worked toward his explosion while he groaned with excitement and anticipation.

I turned away feeling more anger than I had ever had to deal with in my life, but my situation was compromised. I wanted to charge in and confront them but I loved Melanie. I didn’t want to lose her, and the violent scene that I wished for would certainly make the repair of our marriage difficult. Then too, Eric would probably fire me for interfering. He was constantly chasing the women in the office and even threatened their jobs if they did not give in to his lust. He was really a first class bastard.

I heard him growl, and I had to look again. He was pumping her mouth full of his cum and she was swallowing as fast as she could. The load must have been immense because I could see some dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin, and his cock. Depression overwhelmed me again as she smiled. She wouldn’t let me cum in her mouth. She said that it tasted too bad. Now she looked delighted swallowing his cum. His cock slipped from her mouth. It was surprisingly short; why did she want one that was so much smaller than my own.

Melanie moved to the bed and splayed her cunt wide like a whore. “Eat my God damned cunt!” shouted Melanie. “Make me cum, I want it so bad. Make me come”

Eric slid between her legs and started to slurp. “Is this what you want?” he said sarcastically.

“No you bastard, she screamed. “The clit, suck my clit.”

“You mean here,” he said, sucking on her pussy lips.

“My clit asshole,” she screamed again.

“Here,” he said.

“God, that’s it,” she said. “Oh it feels so good. Make me cum, make me cum.”

I turned and slid down against the wall. Tears were streaming down my face as I tried to stifle the sobs. I had never heard Melanie talk like that. She sounded like a real slut. I must admit that I was jealous, not only of the act, but her obvious enjoyment of the conduct that I had never seen before now.

I heard Lisa moan the scream again. I had to look, I just couldn’t stand it. She was wreathing on the bed, grinding her cunt into his mouth as hard as she could. Then with a mammoth explosion she came, shooting her cum over his face and onto the bed. Sadly I thought out loud, “I didn’t even know that she could squirt.”

Now I stood riveted to the action. Eric moved beside my beautiful wife and stared sucking on her tit. They weren’t big, B cups I think, but they were perfectly shaped and firm. He sucked for a few minutes as she moaned and fondled his balls.

Suddenly she grabbed his cock and wrapped her arms around his head. “Fuck me, fuck me now,” she cried. ” I need that cock all the way in my cunt, all of the way, you hear. Stick it in now.”

Eric said nothing. He moved on top of her and sank his cock in to the hilt in one shove. She groaned, threw her legs around his waist and dug the nails into his back. He was pounding her pussy unmercifully and she loved it.

“Yes, yes it’s good. Fuck me harder, harder. Make me cum Ahhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh,” she gasped and she exploded in another orgasm. “You’re not done yet. Don’t cum. I want more.”

He turned her over and entered her doggy style. Now I could see his cock sliding in and out of my wife’s beautiful pussy. As he picked up speed he was pounding her. I could hear his pelvis slapping against her ass. I could see his fingers mauling her clit

Despite the revolting emotions I felt, nature began to take over. I suddenly became aware of my hardened cock straining against my pants. I refused to take enjoyment from this by jerking off but my body had other plans. Melanies hips began to buck hard almost pulling Eric out of her cunt. He grabbed her shoulders to gain leverage while she sent her fingers to molest her clit. With a giant roar Melanie came, more violently than I had ever seen before. I saw Eric’s ass contract as he shot stream after stream of his seed into her waiting tunnel. They collapsed on the bed in complete satisfaction. At the same time I started it spurt involuntarily into my pants. God it was a great orgasm. I was ashamed.

I turned back into the room just in time as I heard them start to get up. “You had better go,” she said. “I don’t want to get caught.”

“That wimp won’t say anything,” Eric replied. “He knows that I would fire him if he caused any trouble.”

“I don’t want to hurt him,” Melanie said. “I do love him you know.”

They moved to the entrance foyer and she gave Eric a passionate kiss good bye. She watched as he went to his car.

She turned and saw me standing there. The look of shock on her face was disarming. She started to cry and so did I. I was humiliated and hurt, but I still loved her. She looked me in the eye and said, “Will you listen to me for a while. If you want a divorce after you hear me out I will not resist, and will give you everything you want. God knows you deserve it.”

- Part II -

“It began two years ago at the company Christmas party,” she began. “Eric trapped me by the conference room door and ushered me inside. I had been warned by the other women about his advances, but I thought that I could keep him under control. He pressed against me rubbing his chest against my tits. I tried to move back but he pushed me against the table. He started to run his hand up my skirt. I told him to stop, but he said that he was going to fuck me and I might as well enjoy it. I told him no that I was true to you. He then advised me that if I was interested in your career and continued employment I had better cooperate. He said he liked to do cooperative wives.”

“I said that we would get caught here,” she continued, “but he would hear non of that. He said that he didn’t care, that he was the boss and if anyone didn’t like it that they would be unemployed. I convinced him that a blowjob would be better and that we would not be gone as long. He agreed but warned me not to spit it out. I tried to give the best suck that I could. I wanted to please him so that he would not take it out on you. His cock was kind of short so I could take the whole thing in my mouth and suck like crazy. He must have liked it because he shot off in no time. I was amazed at how much cum the produced. I couldn’t swallow it all and it dribbled down my chin and on to my dress. I put his cock in his pants and allowed him to kiss me. I really hoped that that would be the end.”

“That son of a bitch,” I screamed. “That was sex. Why didn’t you… I guess I understand.”

“I wish that was all,” she said,” but there is more. “The following Wednesday he came to our house and demanded another fuck. I knew that there was no sense to refuse so I just let him. When he left he said that he would be back every Wednesday and advised me to be there. This has continued ever since but there has been one change. I got to like it. He began to realize how much of a nympho I was and he even fixed me up with some of your visiting salesman. I guess that there have been a lot since then.”

Now I was sobbing uncontrollably, unsure of what to say or even what I thought. I guess that I was just numb. “I guess you couldn’t tell me,” I said. “I guess the whole office knows that you are the company whore. How can I ever go back there again.”

“I have a lot more to tell you so please hear me out,” she asked. “I am not the company whore. He fucks a lot of girls in the office, sometimes two or three a day. I don’t know how he keeps it up. The only women that he doesn’t fuck is his wife, and she fucks many of the salesman on the side. But there is more about me that you should know.”

“We went to different colleges so you didn’t know my reputation then, but I did my best to fuck every guy on campus,” she confided. “I have a stronger sex drive than any women that I know. When we got married I thought that I could control it; and I did for eight years. I had to masturbate two or three times a day but I did it. Sometimes I would rub my pussy raw after we fucked, unable to obtain satisfaction after more orgasms than I could count. There is nothing that I like better than a good stiff dick in my cunt or my mouth and I can’t seem to get enough. I never swallowed your cum, cursed while we were making love, or screamed with my orgasms because you always treated me with respect. You treated me like a lady, and I didn’t want to ruin that image.”

“There is one more thing,” she said. “There is a part of me that no one other than you can have. The love and emotion that goes with our sex is good and genuine. I feel things with you that no one else can give me. I really do love you. Judging from the spot on your pants it couldn’t have been totally bad. I want you to fuck me now and tell me it is ok. There is not competition for my love. You have it all. If you want me to stop I will try, but I would rather be me. I wish that we could alter our lifestyle but the choice is yours.”

I grabbed her and kissed her as hard as I could. She dropped to her knees and pulled out my hardened cock and started slurping. She ran her tongue around the tip and the up and down the length. God, I was hot and I was going to cum soon. My balls started twitching, my cock jerked, and I felt the hot load of juice explode into her waiting mouth. She swallowed as hard as she could trying to save every precious drop, but some dribbled on her chest. She took the finger, wiped it off and lifted it to her tongue.

I removed her clothes and started to push my face into her pussy. The smell of his cum and the juice mixed was overpowering and her thighs were sticky from the amount that dribbled down the legs. I thought about what I was doing but realized that this was not the first time that I had tasted his cum second hand. The aroma was drove me into ecstasy, and I drove my tongue into the crack savoring the taste and smell. I ran my tongue up and down her cunt finally stopping at her clit. A couple of licks sent her to heaven. She came over and over again. I lost count of her orgasms, but I kept licking until my tongue was worn out. I was determined to satisfy her.

My cock was hard as steel again so she rolled me onto my back and slid her pussy over my cock in one push. This fuck was as exciting as anything that I had ever felt. She was slick and smooth from all of that cum in her cunt. She fucked hard and fast until both of us exploded and collapsed on the floor. I was exhausted, but she raised herself on one elbow and asked me to rub her cunt some more. Then I realized what she meant when she said that she couldn’t get enough.

- Part III -

In the morning we fucked again. I didn’t care about being late. I don’t think that I cared whether or not I kept the job even though I had been there a long time and had a lot of intangibles. “Don’t say anything about yesterday darling,” she said. “Let me talk to Eric and see where we stand. I promise that whatever is done you and I will fuck each other more than we ever have, and our sex life will be great. OK?”

“Whatever comes up at work I will do nothing until I talk to you,” I replied. “I love you Mel, and I will go along with anything that will make you happy.”

When I got to work Lisa snickered but nothing was said about my tardiness or the preceding afternoon. About noon Lisa came into my office and told me that Eric wanted to see me immediately. Her superior tone unnerved me, but I said nothing. Eric was smiling when I entered his office. It was a friendly smile so I wondered what was up.

“Tom,” he began, ” You have been with this company for over ten years now and you have done an outstanding job. As a result I am promoting you to senior analyst immediately.” I knew that this would get me out of town more that ever and I was unhappy about that, but I remembered Melanie’s last words. ” I want you to move to the office down on the corner, the one with all of the windows, today. Tthen you can take tomorrow off too. On Monday you will have to go to York to straighten out John Avery’s network mess. Sorry, but I guess you will be there all week. By the way, a twenty percent raise and a company car go along with this position.”

I guess that I should have thanked him but I didn’t. I told him that I would get right on it and started out to claim my new office. “Send Lisa in on your way out, Tom,” he said. I passed the word along but waited outside the door after it was closed and locked. As expected, I heard Eric groan and say, ” Lisa you are the best cocksucker in the world.” I guess that she was a company whore too.

When I got home Mel greeted me at the door in a sleek black mini dress black hose and no bra, probably no panties either. The kids will be at Laura’s for the weekend and we are going to have the time of out lives. We went to dinner at a small quiet café, and I grew bolder than ever. I masturbated her under the table, something I had always wanted to do. She smiled and said, “This is going to be great,” as the juice ran down her legs.

We fucked and sucked all weekend through Sunday morning. I have never cum that many times or that often, but I was able to hang in with her. It was evident though that I could never really fulfil her by myself. Finally I asked,” Do you know about the new job.”

“Yes,” she said.

“You know that this will keep me out of town a lot more,” I said. “All of next week,” I added.

“I know,” she said with a sly look on her face. “I have a full week planned for my cunt, but it will take you a while to recover from this weekend, and it isn’t even over with. You can fuck other girls when you are out of town you know.”

She handed me a wrapped package and told me to open it. Inside were four surveillance cameras with microphones. She then produced a larger box that contained a recorder and monitor. ” Now Mister electronics expert, install these and you can watch anytime that you wish,” she said. The installation took about two hours and then we started making love again and kept at it until morning.

I had to start to York ten AM. Melanie walked with me to the car carrying another present. This is a speaker phone,” she said. Hook it up in your hotel room and I will call you about nine thirty after the kids are asleep.”

“Who are you going to fuck tonight?” I asked.

“Eric,” she replied. “I want you to hear the whole thing and jerk off while we are doing it. OK”

That night she called as planned. She told me that Eric wasn’t in on the plan, so I should not make any noise if possible. That call was the most erotic thing that I have ever heard. “God I love to suck your cock,” she said. “You cum so much it runs out of my mouth every time. Do it doggy style. That’s right, pump my pussy until I can’t stand it anymore. Yes, yes, that is so good. Fuck me more, more god it’s so gooooood.” Her pleas for more and his groans and praise of her charms made me so hot that I could hardly stand it. I could picture him shooting cum into her mouth, and doggy fucking her love tunnel. I could visualize the cum running down her thighs and the scratches on his back. She intentionally but discreetly detailed everything that was happening, and I had to join in. I jerked my dick until I came three times all over the bed. I was exhausted.

“He is gone now,” she advised. ” Did you like that.”

“It was great,” I said. “When I can’t watch or hear will you tell me about your exploits?”

“Sure I will,” she replied.

“I will be home on Saturday,” I told her. “Send the kids to your Mother’s for Saturday night and make dinner for three. Some wine would be nice too.”

“Are you planning a surprise for me?” she asked.

“You will see,” I said. “I really love you, and I will do anything for you. I think this new life style might be great.”

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Hi, just a little background for you before I start my true story. I am a 22 year old white female named Callie, about 5’7 160lb’s, auburn hair, green eyes, a perfect Irish Beauty. I am a full time pre-med student but still love to have fun and go out and party. The partying is what got me into fucking black men.

I had went out with a couple of girlfriends to a house party somewhere in an older, more “ghetto” part of town. I kept joking we were going to get mugged or date raped and we would all laugh. Some time during this crazy house party we got split up and I was standing against the wall sipping on a beer when a 30 or so year old black man came up to me and said to follow him. At first I was like whats going on?  But I followed him anyways. He led me up the stairs and into a room with a closed door.

He promptly shut the door behind him and locked it. “Get on your knees white bitch,” he demanded. I noticed that there were 3 other guys in the room all watching me. I froze completely.

The man grabbed my breast and squeezed it hard, “I said get on your knees bitch, before I make you.” I calmly obeyed but was shaking in fear. “Please don’t hurt me,” I studdered, “I’ll do anything you want.”

They all laughed, “Yes you will you filthy little white slut!” one guy said. Another came closer, “Take your shirt off bitch I want to see your little white tits.”

I hesitated before reaching to take my shirt off and the man who led me to the room promptly reached foreward and ripped my semi-slutty tank-top off. Automatically I wrapped my arms around my exposed 38c breast, “Please, please,” I begged.

The leader (the one who brought me in to the room) started unbuttoning his pants, “Dont worry slut we aren’t going to do anything you wont be begging us to do again later!” they all laughed as they watched him slap me across the face with his hard black cock, “Take it in your mouth bitch, and dont even think about biting or I will hurt you.”

I opened my mouth and let him place his hard cock in my mouth. I could barely fit it in width wise, and choked about 5 inches down. He reached down and slapped me, “Stop your gagging bitch and suck.”

I concentrated on sucking his massive cock while two of the other guys started undressing me from the waste down. Before I knew it I had four large black cocks in front of my face and I was naked. My pussy had grown wet on its own and they could see moisture dripping on my thighs. One guy started tweeking my nipples another smacking my ass. I moaned on the leaders cock and he laughed as he grabbed my long hair and made me look at his face.

“Your liking this you dirty little bitch arent you? Your going to be a BBC slut before you know it, now take your slutty lips off my cock bitch.” I moved my mouth slowly off his cock and sat back on my knees.

“Donte, you take her wet little pussy first it doesnt look like she’s had a real niggers cock in her pussy before,” the leader said again as he stuck his hand between my legs and dipped a big black finger in me. I nearly moaned when he did. I kept thinking ‘oh my god what is wrong with me? they are raping me and here i am moaning and getting wet and enjoying it.”

Donte pulled me up by one arm and led me to the dirty full size bed in the room. He pushed me back and spit on his hand that he promptly rubbed on his cock, “Spread your legs bitch.” I immediatly obeyed not knowing what else to do, “Good bitch!” they all laughed.

I was so turned on I wanted this black stranger to fuck me! What was wrong with me, I had never done anything like this before but I wanted it so bad.

Before I knew Donte had his cock tip in my pussy, he grabbed my hips and slid in as far as he could go, “Uhhh, what a tight little slut,” he pumped in and out a few times slowly, “You liking this you little bitch? You liking your first black cock fucking your tight little pussy? You better your pussy wont be tight when we’re done you’ll be a regular BBC slut when my boys and I finish!” I moaned as he picked up the pace and started banging me harder.

Donte pulled out rather suddenly and crawled up to strattled my face, “You want this bitch? You want to lick your cum off my cock?” I stared at his thick black cock in awe for a second not knowing what to say. “Make up your mind bitch or I’m gonna dump it in your tight little pussy.”

“No!” I shook my head, “Not in my pussy I’m not on birth controll!” I whimpered.

I felt hands grab my wrists and a pair on my thighs spreading them and holding them down as Donte got back between my legs. “First rule of being a BBC slut is a black man can come in any hole any time he wants, he even has the right to fill your unprotected cunt with his cum bitch and you will take it.”

He shoved his cock in me roughly and banged my pussy raw until I could feel his cum spurting in my pussy. I cried out as I came too, all of the guys laughing at me. I was given no break in between cocks. Next a sexy black guy with an even bigger cock perhaps 9 inches who was even thicker climbed between my legs, lifting my legs up with arms as Donte slapped me with his cum covered cock, “Clean it up bitch while my nigga Trevon fucks you, dont worry he’s quick, but he likes it rough.”

Before I knew it Trevon had rammed his cock in my slippery wet cum-filled pussy and was forcing his cock in and out as hard and as fast as he could, “Fucking white cunt is my favorite thing to do. The more you cry out the better it is for me bitch, I’m just breaking this pussy in for my fellow niggas to fuck.” He pumped harder, until I did cry out even with Dontes almost clean cock in my mouth.

“Second rule of being a BBC slut is you will fuck any black man anywhere and any time he demands bitch. And you will submit to his every wish.” He slammed harder and harder untill I screamed out, an orgasm in full blast from this rough fuck. Donte pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped me hard, “what a good bitch!” he laighed.

“Tell me where you want me to cum bitch!” Trevon growled at me. “My mouth please, please cum in my mouth!” i cried.

He pulled out laughing as his cock quivered and he spurted his cum into my mouth. It was more then a mouth full and when a drip or two dripped down my cheeck Trevon smacked me so hard I thought my head would fall off, “Rule number three you fucking bitch, a black man’s cum is never to be wasted, not even a tiny drop. You either swallow it all or take it in another hole. Dont be wasting that shit!”

I swallowed what was in my mouth and whiped the drop from my chin and licked it off. “Do you think we should give this slut a break?” the leader asked before answering himself, “Nah I think Dameon and I should DP this slut!”

“No please I’ll fuck you both but please give my pussy a break, please?” I begged almost in tears. “Tears wont work bitch, climb on my cock and ride it.” The leader demanded coldly. I was shaking but I did what I was told. I had no idea what would happen next or what DP ment but I was so horny and scared I didnt know what to do so I just did what I was told. The leader, who’s name I later learned was named Toni, had the biggest cock i’d ever seen about 10 1/2 or 11 inches and at least 3 across in width. I guided the tip to my pussy and before I knew it Toni grabbed my hips and forced me down on it. I screamed out but Toni moved my hips for me and soon I had taken over and was riding him like a cowgirl in a rodeo. I had no idea what had come over me, I was scared and ashamed but I was so turned on I was doing whatever these black guys wanted from me.

“Lean foreward bitch,” Toni instructed roughly as I continued riding his cock. I leaned foreward touching my tits to his chest and I could feel another pain of hands on my hips. My ass was sticking out and spread wide for everyone to see. “Your going to be DP and like it bitch, I’m gonna stick my cock in your tiny little ass and fuck you at the same time Toni is.” the four guy laughed as he guided his cock to my virgin ass hole.

“Please no,” I begged, “Please please no!” But it was too late, the four and final cock rammed its way into my ass tearing its way in. I screamed as Toni and Devon DP’d me for the first time. I cried but no one cared they just continued watching and fucking. Soon I was coming to the biggest orgasm I had ever had (including when I used toys on myself!) and before I knew it I was screaming for them to fuck me harder and fill my dirty white bitch pussy.

I came so hard I passed out and woke to Toni slapping me, “Wake up bitch, were bout to fill two of your hole with our black seed!” I moaned barely aware of what was going on until I felt my pussy spasm in another orgasm as Toni and Devon spurted their gooey black seed in me.

Devon pulled his cock out of my ass and Toni pushed me off of him so I landed roughly on the floor on my ass, “Suck us clean bitch!” Toni demanded. I got on my knees and obeyed taking turns licking and sucking each of their cocks like a trained slut.

Soon everyone but Toni left. I was sitting on the floor hugging my knees when Toni approached me and sat on the bed, “Your a good little bitch. Welcome to your life as a BBC slut.”

“What is a BBC slut?” I whispered. And thats when Toni laid it all out for me. He told me all of the rules and about how white women were made for black me to fuck and how they were superior to us. I learned that night that black men could and should have their way with dirty white sluts like myself any time and any place that they wanted, regardless if I had a white boyfriend or not. Toni explained that I could go about my regular life, but I was to know be prepared to fuck any black man that laid eyes on me from the age of 16 to 99. My pussy was to be clean and shaven at all times, and I was to be clean and ready to please at any minute. He told me he was going to give my phone number out and that I should now answer my phone “Callie, white slut, how can i please your black cock today?” and how I should drop everything to please a black man. Toni said he would be like my “pimp” and would get me into the BBC slut business. I was also not to start birth control as it was my duty as a white woman to let any black man fill me with his cum and if I should get pregnant it would be a great honor and how i would fuck until the day I delivered and keep having black babies until I couldn’t any longer.

It was alot to take in. When I left the party that night, in an old dirty t-shirt Toni pulled out from god knows where, tied up so it showed my mid-rift, I got my ass grabbed and one black man even shoved his fingers in my cum filled pussy as I walked by. I felt confused and yet very excited. I knew from that night on that I would do as Toni told me and fuck any black man who wanted me and I was turned on by it.

As the first week went by I fucked probably 10 more black men that Toni had given my number to, and gave a few blowjobs in the parking lot at my college to random black guys that hit on me. Before I knew it I was fucking 2-3 guys a day and even started dressing and acting like a real BBC slut. I never wear underwear any more or a bra. I wear sluttier clothes and even managed to get an A in satistics by fucking my 55 year old teacher in his office once a week.

I have given birth to one black bred baby and am pregnant with my second. I have no idea who the daddies are but it doesn’t matter because black men are happier to fuck me when I tell them I’ve been black bred and I’m pregnant and they even give me money and buy me and the baby stuff. I’m a total BBC slut and I love it. This story is no lie this is how I truely became a BBC slut. I live this every day and I’m totally happy with my life. I actively try to get my white girlfriends on the band-wagon and have managed to bring my one married friend whose husband is now a cuckhold over and another one of my friends is pregnant with her first black bred baby. I couldnt be happier with my life!

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I knew it wouldn?t be easy; I started putting the idea in her head over a year ago. During our love making I began by whispering in her ear how I wanted to see her hot 5?4?, 132lb, 36,27,38 auburn hair, tan body take a big black cock and how I wanted to see him suck on her pierced nipples. With all my hot steamy sex talk I was spewing in her ear all I got was a ?Ya right!? After about 2 months of talking about BBC with her I ordered six hours of hot hard core interracial porn from our satellite company. As we were watching the movies I asked her to imagine that it was her taking that big black cock. She would turn her head and try not to watch but every now and then I would catch her watching this kept on for about an hour, till she was cumming on my little hard five inch penis.

I knew the thought of having a big black cock going deep into her pussy beyond my little dicks reach was getting to her. The thoughts of playing again were implanted in to Tina?s mind. Another thing that helped was her new job and her new friends.

Tina has become very close friends with about three black women and they all would talk about sex during their breaks. One particular friend, Maxine told her about using throat spray to numb her throat so she could take her husband?s huge cock deep into her throat. I know there was more said during their discussions but Tina didn?t tell me anymore details. My wife won?t tell Maxine but I want to say thanks to Maxine, I know all their sex talk and first hand stories is what really made Tina change her mind.

This November Tina took a big step in releasing her inner slut. For my birthday I asked her to get her pussy pierced this request has been turned down for over 3 years so when she agreed I knew something was changing and I offered her the chance to play again after she healed, this time she agreed. I started looking for guys with sizable cocks for her and changed our profile on the swinger?s site we use to reflect my preferences for her as BBCs.

I got three responses two white guys and one black guy. I e-mailed them all we might have an opportunity for a small gang bang if we could all meet at the same time, which picked everyone?s interest. I set up the meeting at a local hotel with a bar attached on the 26th of Dec.

We got a room around 5 pm and played around a little. I didn?t want her to cum just yet just wanted to get her motor purring. She was going good and modeled her sexy X-Mas gifts for me. Then she started getting ready to go to the bar putting on a sexy top, very short mini skirt, some thigh high stockings, and an very, very tiny see through mesh g-string. The panties I got her for her birthday, I was hoping she would wear them and show off her new piercing and her pussy when she was wearing her short skirts.

It was after she got dressed and was smoking a cigarette that I showed her the pictures of the black guy (Hans) that I invited. One picture of his face and one of his very impressive cock, I told her that I had invited him to join us tonight and she didn?t even bat an eye. Then I told her I also invited two other white guys and her jaw dropped to the floor ?Three guys are you crazy? she said in a very high voice! I told her not to worry, I was sure not all of them would show.

Boy was I right, we had been in the bar for over two hours waiting and NO ONE had shown up yet! This was bad, I was freaking out on the inside and couldn?t let her see that all my plans for tonight were ticking away. I knew Hans might be late but the others just didn?t show. I texted all of them and just as I had thought they would the two white guys flaked out and the only one that showed was Hans about 30 minutes later.

When I introduced Hans to Tina she was so nervous she downed her drink and ordered another one rather quickly, I think she was trying to get some liquid courage in her ASAP. Hans was great put us both at ease real quickly and was just easy to talk to. After about an hour I noticed that Tina was getting a comfortable with him, she had moved for 6 feet away to about a foot away from Hans. I leaned asked her if she was ready to go up stairs? All she said was ?I think so? I told her to go ahead and go to our room and we would join her shortly.

After she left, I was making small talk with Hans and told him Tina?s needed a few moments to herself before we went up. Trying to find something to talk about when we joined Tina upstairs, I started talking about her newest piercing. Being very proud that she did it I told him that she really likes for it to be played with after finishing our small talk and our drinks we went upstairs.

When we made it to the room Tina was sitting at the small table finishing smoking a cigarette, Hans sat on a chair next to her and I sat on the king size bed. We all started talking again, I made and served drinks to the soon to be lovers. When things started to stall the conversation was dyeing down it was getting a little uncomfortable and no one knowing what to do next that?s when I became my wife?s willing cuckold.

I asked Hans if he minded if I took pictures of tonight?s activities. He didn?t mind so I asked Tina to move over next to him. It was so funny the fist pictures I tool looked like a couples X-Mas card that they would send out to their friends. Not a wife about to break her weddings vows by fucking this black stud to multiple orgasms. I asked them to kiss for the camera; they started with some friendly kisses then after a few more pictures the French kissing started. That?s when I told Tina I had told Hans of her newest piercing and suggested that she show him. I had to get the ball rolling it was already after midnight.

Tina pulled up her short skirt up and showed him, Hans took the opportunity and pulled Tina?s damp panties aside with his thick dark black fingers to get a better look and feel. After about five minutes of her new lover playing with her clit and piercing, I stopped taking pictures and set my camera down moved forward and began removing Tina?s cloths. I said, ?we can get you a better view then that!? and started to remove Tina?s clothes, I was getting my wife ready for her newest lover and being a good cuckold I quickly stripped her and surrendered her to him!

I stepped back and grabbed my camera and began taking pictures again. Ten minutes later after, Hans fingered her pussy, squeezed, flicked her nipples; Hans removed his pants and was now completely necked. I quickly followed his lead and removed all my clothes thinking this would be a three some sometime later tonight. I recommended that we swap places and Hans quickly picked up his newest slut and carried her to the bed. He quickly began licking her dripping wet pussy, tonguing her hood piercing make her squirm all over the bed as she came. Hans made her climax another three times before he rolled over and laid on his back presenting his flaccid 6 ½ inch cock for her to bring to life orally.

This is what I was waiting for; I had my camera ready as she moved her upper body to give her access to suck her newest lover?s cock. I was standing very close to my wife for the close up picture. This would be the first time she ever had a Big Black Cock in her body! I was now nude standing close to them ready for the next picture when I saw Tina compare his soft cock to my hard one. I could see her smirk as she had noticed the same thing I did. His was bigger soft then I was hard. I didn?t care about the smirk this is what I wanted to have her be my BBC cuckoldress!

Just as fast as the smirk appeared it was gone, of course it might have had something to do with her trying to devour his cock slamming her face down on his cock. Faster and faster deeper and deeper she was now going to town on him, holding his growing 7?, 8?, 8.5? cock in her left hand it was so intense seeing her wedding ring, the symbol of our love and devotion gripping his cock! The pictures I took of that moment will remind me of my emerging cuckoldry.

After Tina?s sucking of his cock for a good 10 minutes the big black monster grew to 8.5? and as thick as a baby?s arm, covered with her saliva it was ready for her cunt! Hans pulled her into a 69 position. This allowed her to try and deep throat him. The chocking sound, puffed out cheeks, and the watering eyes was a sure sign the she had reached her limit of what look to be just over 7?. Hans was ready to take my wife?s pussy and turned her around resting his cock?s head right at the entrance and stopped, I think he remembered that I had mentioned to Him earlier that Tina?s womb was unprotected and fertile and he moved ever so slightly and reached for, opened, and rolled the condom on to his cock. I couldn?t believe it; the condom didn?t go all the way down to the base off his cock it stopped about an inch or two from the base.

With her baby maker now protected from his black seed, he let her place his beast at her hungry pussy. There she was, on top of him with her legs on either side of his thighs. In this position Hans knew she could slowly ease herself down onto his mammoth cock and stretching herself open at her own pace. I knew I had to step back, take photos, and just watch? this was her moment to take and use Hans?s tool as she needed to.

Then I heard the first of what would be many moans from my wife lips that night. She had gotten past the first 5? quickly and was still rocking back and forth. Hans looked cool just laying their like nothing was happening playing with her nipples flicking them and tugging on her nipple rings. He could fell her tight pussy starting to clamp down on his cock. With a big smile on his face he knew without even trying he had just giving her another orgasm and she still hadn?t hit the base of his cock. Back and forth, back and forth, slowly then in a flash she just let go moved her legs out of the way and forced her cunt down until her pussy was resting on his balls. That?s all he was waiting for and he started giving her pussy about 15 to 20 quick hard upward jabs.

The soft moans from her lips turned into loud grunts and opened mouth heavy breathing as she would keep repeating ?Oh My God, Oh Shit, Oh My God? over and over. I was standing right behind them now completely out of sight, taking in the glory of watching his black cock disappear into her creamy white pussy. There could have been a dozen guy around them right then I don?t think either would have noticed or cared.

With my camera in one hand and pre cum dripping from my very hard 5? cock in the other, I snapped picture after picture of her deep dicking. I couldn?t even count how many times she came in the 15 minutes in this position. Hans sat straight up and pulled and held Tina in a position to match his. He lifted her with his forearms and dropped her onto his cock over and over then he would wiggle his ass like a dog with worms on a carpet, whatever he did it didn?t matter he was making her cum again and again. Just giving her seconds to catch her breath then he would change positions again.

Hans let Tina lay back in between his legs, and then he grabbed her arms and pulled her on to his dick. It was impressive only seconds after they switched positions Hans continuing to find the spot in her that had never been touched before, every button she had he was hitting. One spot made Tina curl up grab him and moan into his mouth as she had to kiss him for sending this intense orgasm racing through her body. Tina again fell back trying to catch her breath, again repeating ?OH MY GOD, OH SHIT, OH MY GOD?. Hans had a devilish grin on his face, and we both knew what he was doing to her, he was changing her forever! My wife Tina was becoming a BBC Slut and I a willing cuckold.

Hans moved Tina from position to position for almost 2.5 hours. The sweat was rolling off his forehead into Tina?s face without a word. Drip it hits her cheek, drip it hit her in the eye, drip in her open mouth and not a word. Both their bodies were covered in sweat and glistening. Then I realized I was slacking in my duties as a cuckold, and I quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel for this Bull! He actually took the time and thanked me before moving Tina into the final position in this fuck fest.

?Modified Missionary? with one leg straight up in the air and Hans positioned just right stance to sink his cock as deep as he could. With one final push he bottomed out against Tina?s womb they both finally came together and with one last ?OH MY FUCKING GOD, SHIT, OH YES? Tina felt his cock swell and empty into the only thing keeping her from black breed mother his now well used condom.

Hans jumped up removed the condom and headed to the bathroom to wash up. Tina laying on the bed fanning herself to cool down found it hard to belief what had just happened, but there she was dripping in sweet, her legs were shaking a sign her body gives off after getting fucked really hard and a huge smile. She knew they were fucking for a long time but over 2 ½ hours of hard core fucking. She looked at me and I had a kid in the candy store look on my face, all she could say was ?What?? I had to say it, I had to? ?I told you he would hit the spots I never could and that you wouldn?t be disappointed!? It was just about 3 am I had gotten them both towels, drinks and even got dressed and went to another floor to get some ice because their drinks weren?t cold enough. After about 15 more minutes I asked Tina to join me on the bed, she came over walking a little funny saying how sore she was. When she laid down I started to caress her body, kiss her lips, suckle her tits and lick her pussy. I was working her for about 5 minutes when I noticed our guest sitting watching us. I tugged on Tina to move over and asked Hans to join us again Tina reached down and started fondling both our cocks. I moved to her pussy and rolled her into a position to where she could suck Hans cock. I really didn?t have a good angle to eat Tina?s pussy so I spent most of my time watching them again.

It wasn?t long and I?ll be dammed if Hans BBC wasn?t ready for another round, his cock stood at full mast and I could see the wanting in Train?s eyes. This time I wanted to prove one more thing to her that having an uncovered BBC was too hard to resist and telling him to pull out wouldn?t be so easy! So I asked her ?Do you want to ride him bareback?? A strange look came over her face then she asked ?What?s that?? The room filled with laughter I asked her ?Do you want his cock without a condom on it.? All she said was ?Whatever? so I told her she would need to ask Hans if she could ride his cock bareback. With his cock just beyond her lips Tina turned her head and ask Hans in a very seductive tone ?Do want to fuck me bareback?? of course he said ?Yes!?

This time I wanted front row seats I was right next to her and I helped her stand up on the bed to get in the ?Cowgirl position? I was just about in between Hans legs as she lowered herself onto her black lovers raw cock, onto his uncovered Big Black Cock. Tina?s womb was unprotected from his black baby making batter. This was the biggest thrill of my fantasies!

I would whisper into her ear when we were making love that when she took her first black cock that she wouldn?t be able to stop and ask him to put on a condom after she started taking it raw and if he didn?t want to pull out she would have to take his cum in her pussy. Deep into her womb and she might get pregnant if she didn?t get on the pill soon!

Here she was, impaled on Hans unprotected cock lost in the moment, in the ecstasy of his cock mastery. What a sight I was smiling for ear to ear, I wanted to see her try to stop herself at that moment I wanted to see her pussy full of his cum and deal with the rest later.

After another 15 minutes I recommended the reverse Cowgirl so I could see her face and her pussy up close as she rode him. I couldn?t believe it every position he did earlier he was doing again! At one point I tried to help, Hans was standing at the corner of the bed with Tina?s legs resting on his chest and she was determined to watch this big beautiful pleasure giving cock as it disappeared into her. I positioned my body so her head could rest on me allowing her a clear view. At that time I started playing with her tits and tried to get her to suck my little chubby but she just couldn?t take her attention off Hans?s love muscle.

I knew I wasn?t needed in this mix she was being fuck by a master cocksman and I was just a rookie trying to get a little pleasure for myself. I quickly remembered my place as the cuckold and backed away from them.

It was now after five in the morning; Hans had started this fuck fest just after midnight and there still at it, all I was thinking holly shit! Hans was close to cumming again I could tell he had Tina in the ?Missionary position? again when he propped himself on his legs and really began driving it home. Tina was moaning so load I thought for sure I would get a call or a knock on the door form hotel management. The last big shriek for Tina was all it took and the sound of her orgasm had gotten to Hans, he was speeding up for his own moment of truth?would he pull it out or cover her womb with his black seed.

As Tina?s legs locked behind him, pulling him in Hans gave one last deep push there it was?Hans quickly clutched the base of his cock and pulled it out and came all shot after shot all over Tina?s stomach. Seven long streams of baby making batter now cover Trina and I could see the disappointment in her eyes of not feeling there fuck fest reach it climax in her.

What a site! My wife covered in her new black lovers cum, all I could think of was my cuckold responsibilities. I was ready and willing to clean her, I knew she was ready for me to use my tongue lick every drop of her Big Black Cock lover?s juices from her body when Hans still between her legs took his hand towel and begin to wipe her off. Both Tina?s eyes and mine met with a look of disappointment! Hans not knowing of our want just finished his cleaning and got up sat in an armchair.

Looking tired Hans started smoking a cigarette and was joined by Tina shortly after. All of us discussed the events of the night and how sore Tina was. I still reminded her I hadn?t had any release so far this night and I had a hard on for most of the five hours they were fucking. She finally gave in and agreed to give me some in a little bit. After about a fifteen minute break I asked Trina to join me in the bed, Hans was getting dressed very slowly. I wasn?t hard anymore my little dock was sore from all the wanking it had gone that night and it didn?t want to get hard again. I couldn?t believe it here I was with my wife right after she?d been fucked by her new lover and I couldn?t get it up! She made some jokes and the room filled with both Tina?s and Hans?s laughter. This was a new sensation ?Humiliation? and I liked it.

My wife was making fun of my little flaccid dick in front of her BBC lover and I liked it! I tried everything I eat her pussy, she suck my soft little pecker, I even tried to push the little sucker in her but you?re your only 1.75? soft there?s not a lot to try and push in? nothing was working! After five hours of wanking and leaking cum waiting for my turn all I could do was listen to our room full of laughter. But that?s what worked I was able to get a semi hard-on after about 15 minutes and thinking how my wife was belittling me in front of her new BULL. I was hard enough to get it in and start to show my wife what I could do!

That?s what I did I was going to start in the missionary position then maybe the cowgirl I would show them both what I could do with a 5? pecker? then 57 seconds later, just after getting started I tensed up and couldn?t hold back I came! That was it I was done and all I heard was ?You?re kidding, you?re not done already are you?? And the room filled with laughter again! Trina said ?All you did was make me a mess!? I gave her the hand towel and she wiped herself clean. She finished with saying ?It took me longer to clean up your mess then it did for you to make it!?

Hans came over to the bed fully dressed ready to leave still chuckling leaned down and passionately kiss Tina goodbye for a good five minutes rubbing her bare tits the entire time. I could tell Hans was sending us both a message with his kiss, Hans was re-instilling his superiority over me.

I got the message and I know Tina did to; ?57 seconds? was what she said when their lips parted and he thanked her for the great time, he looked over at me and said ?Keep in touch? turned and walked out the door. I knew it right then I?m now a BBC cuckold, I knew she was changed forever and would soon crave Big Black Cock and would willingly seek it out. I also knew that the feeling of humiliation Tina just gave me really turned me on and I just got to explore that sensation a lot more. I remembered seeing something about locked up cucks and I knew I had my mission! I had to get Tina to lock up my pecker as she taking her next BBC?more to come.. Needless to say I am back on Cuckold Place

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First, she controlled their love life.  Gil was insecure to begin with, being short and slender, with sandy blond hair and a baby face.  Worse, he was cursed with a tiny dick.  When hard it was a mere three inches, skinny, and had a head even slimmer than the shaft.  The few girls he had attracted — with his money and not his appearance — had all rejected him in the bedroom once he lowered his pants.  Their laughter and derision made it almost impossible for him to attempt any new relationships.  That was another reason that, after Abby accepted him, he was desperate not to lose her.

So when she saw his minuscule endowment for the first time she hid her amusement.  Abby had him get completely naked while she only removed her panties.  She laid back on her bed, having taken him to her place where he would feel less at home, and spread her legs.

In a kindly tone she told him, “Get between my thighs dear.  No, not like that.  Put your cute face down there.  That’s a good little boy.  Now, we both know that what you have between your legs could never satisfy me.  Right?”  After he weakly mumbled his agreement she went on, “So you’re going to use your mouth on me.  I’m guessing that you know about that but aren’t entirely sure how to do it.  Correct?”

When he again agreed, she began issuing instructions, careful to bring him along slowly and not insult his inexperience.  She wanted him firmly in her grip before she advanced from merely mentioning his inadequacy to using it to completely tear down his already shaky ego.  Gil’s soft mouth felt good on her pubes.  He was clean shaven, but also the kind of guy who could go for a week without growing more than a bit of pale down where real men would produce rough whiskers.  She soon had him eating her just the way she liked, slowly and with lots of attention to her clit, and kept him at it until he gave her a quaking orgasm.  He was so nervous through it all, and repulsed by having to put his mouth on her moist, fishy-smelling slit, that he hadn’t even gotten an erection.  Poor Gil had gotten no pleasure whatsoever.  Yes, Abby told herself, this was going to be fun AND profitable.

She congratulated him effusively on the good job he had done.  Then it was time for his reward.  She said she had noticed how he stared at her legs.  Gil couldn’t deny his attraction to her long, shapely, lower limbs.  Abby declared that because he had made such a good effort to please her that she would let him massage her thighs and calves.  He was dumbstruck.  She wasn’t going to reciprocate his oral favors.  He was disappointed but too unsure of himself to dispute her decision.  At the same time he wasn’t adverse to feeling her legs.  Just the thought of a long session of rubbing her warm skin, feeling her firm muscles under his hands, got him hard.  His unimpressive penis stood up, announcing his unfitness to satisfy a woman.  She smiled instructively, not revealing if she was mocking or forgiving him.

“Start just above my ankles and work your way up,” she told him.  “Slowly.  I know this will be a big treat for you.”

With mixed feelings he got busy kneading the base of one calf.  Abby sighed and snuggled the back of her head into the pillow.  She would keep him down there for a looong time, letting Gil get used to the idea of being denied while allowed to touch her and getting increasingly frustrated.  He was halfway up that first calf when he let out a whimper of need.  The sound made Abby’s clitoris tingle.

In a raspy voice she told him, “I hope you’re not going to get whiney on me, junior.  I let you use your mouth on me and now I’m letting you have your selfish fun with my legs.  Please don’t get greedy.”

He was confused but the general idea got through.  He had better shut up and not show that he wanted more than he was getting.  Gil meekly kissed her calf and resumed massaging.  She was pleased and let him continue.  He was grateful and made no more signs of dissatisfaction.

It went on like that for the next two weeks.  She learned more about his Uncle Randall, how the older man had invested Gil’s inheritance for him and intimidated him into accepting only a small allowance from it, even signing papers to that effect.  Abby said that Randall must be a wonderful person, and that she’d sure like to meet him.  Gil demurred but she persisted until, while she was sexually teasing him and he was particularly vulnerable, he agreed to introduce her to him.  As a reward she used her hand on his little dick.  Even got him to the verge of finishing.  Then she stopped and left him more unfulfilled than ever.  To her it was hilariously funny to see him in discomfort, so upset, and not able to do a single thing about it.  All she had to do was wave her big tits in his face and he surrendered all over again.

The meeting with Randall came three days later.  Abby dressed very sexily, but stopped short of looking like a tramp.  She drove them to Randall’s large, impressive home.  Not letting Gil drive deepened his sense of dependence on her.  The poor schnook still hadn’t gotten to cum.  She had made him promise not to play with himself, even made him say out loud and in detail all the acts he wouldn’t perform in private, having him go into great detail about stroking techniques, lubes, and teasing his own nipples.  Worse for him, she got him to admit that he had been doing all those things before he met her.  But the best part was when she manipulated him into admitting that he was a virgin.  Abby had visions of marrying the pathetic wimp and making his virginal state permanent.

At Randall’s front door she tugged down her short skirt and adjusted the low cut top that showed off her deep cleavage.  When Randall opened the door he was greeted by the sight of a living sex doll with sultry eyes and pouty lips.

“Hello, dear,” he said with a toothy grin.  “Please come in.”  He glanced at Gil and added, almost disappointedly, “You too.”

Gil’s Uncle was tall and broad shouldered, with large hands.  His dark hair was expertly cut and the shirt, jacket and slacks he wore were all expensive without being showy.  Abby couldn’t stop looking at him, and didn’t care that Gil could see her reaction to the desirable stud.  Randall took her hand and led her into his home, telling her she was even lovlier than his nephew had said.  Abby chuckled throatily and gave his hand a squeeze.

The rest of the visit fit that pattern, with Randall mixing drinks for himself and Abby, then telling Gil to go and get himself whatever he wanted.  They sat on the couch and left Gil alone on a hard wooden chair.  Abby mentioned that she was concerned about Gil’s investments and Randall offered to give her a more detailed picture of them.  But he needed a bit of time to check the files on his computer first.  How about if she came back the next night?  Abby accepted at once.  The pair chatted happily for another hour before Abby said a reluctant goodbye and, with Gil trailing her, left.

On the ride back to her place, Gil let his jealousy show.  She scolded him and called him silly.  Then he reminded her that he had plans to go to the mall and buy himself some new clothes tomorrow night, and now they would be at Randall’s again.  She told him that she would drop him at the mall, go to Randall’s to discuss those money matters, and then pick him up later.  Gil was upset but didn’t want a second scolding.  He got one anyway, for being sulky.

Not wanting to push him too far just yet, Abby added, “I don’t want you getting emotional over every little thing, sweets.  Imagine how annoying that could be after we’ve been together for a few years.”

“A… a few… years?”

“Well, really, Gilly, can’t you see how much I like you?  If you just stop being such a fuss and do what I think is best, well, we might turn into a permanent couple — very soon.”

Those words canceled out all of his previous concerns.  He was walking on clouds.  Abby brought him back to reality by reeling off a shopping list of exactly what he should buy the next evening when he was alone at the mall.  She made him repeat everything back to her.  When they got back to her place she made him use his mouth on her legs and pussy, teased him until he was ready to scream with need, and then left him unfinished.  She said she was tired and wanted to rest alone.

“I’m too tired to drive you home, baby,” she said with a yawn.  “I know you won’t mind walking.”

He let himself out.  His apartment was across town.  It was a very long walk.  But he couldn’t afford a cab.  Uncle Randall had somehow confused the orders to the bank and now Gil hadn’t been able to draw any cash out for almost a week.  He had meant to mention it when they were there but had forgotten when he got concerned over all the attention Abby was paying to the older man.  His balls began to hurt as he covered block after block on foot.  He even felt it in his kidneys.  If only he could go home and wank himself, but Abby had made him swear that he wouldn’t and he would feel like he was betraying her if he did it.  Soon, he told himself, they would be having sex all the time.  She was talking about a permanent relationship.  Marriage?  Gil was ecstatic again.  But his balls still ached.

Gil got all the items Abby directed him to at the mall.  The entire time he couldn’t stop sneaking peeks at the pretty females around him.  He wasn’t sure why his girlfriend had him buying jockey short two sizes too small, or fuzzy bunny slippers, or those items at the novelty shop, but he kept consoling himself that she had dropped more hints about staying together on the ride over.  Now he was standing outside the mall, which had closed a half hour ago, wondering where Abby was.  She had taken his cell phone away, saying she didn’t want him getting distracting calls when he was supposed to be paying attention to her.  It was all right for her to get them all the time, however.  And she hadn’t given it back because she said he fussed too much and should learn to settle down.  He didn’t understand her thinking, and hated being treated like a misbehaving little boy, but she had taught him not to fight back.  Finally, after he spent almost an hour outside the mall exit, she drove up.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he got into her car.  “Why were you late?”  When she gave him a withering stare he ceased speaking.  Then he said, “I’m sorry.  I guess I’m being annoying again.”

“What you’re being is a big baby.  I was having fun with your uncle and we lost track of the time.  Is that all right with you?”

They were driving through a well lit area and he noticed that her clothes and hair were slightly mussed.  Had his uncle tried to kiss her… or something?  He didn’t want to irritate her again so he just said, “That’s fine.”  Again feeling guilty, he apologized.  “I don’t mean to…  I mean I’m not trying to…”  He sighed.  “I’m sorry, Abby.  I’ll try to behave better.”

She patted his thigh.  “It’s alright.  You can make it up to me when we get back to my place.”

And make it up he did.  She had him feeling so at fault and so concerned with not being a complainer, that when she switched him from eating her pussy to kissing her asshole, he didn’t say anything.  That might have been partly because he was trying to figure out why her slit had tasted funny and been so… creamy?  Had she gotten aroused from being around his uncle?  That must be it, he told himself as he slid his tongue out of her ass and resumed slurping her slot.  Of course that was the explanation.  It couldn’t be the other thing he was imagining.

A week after that they were engaged.  Abby had already told Randall so he could have his high-powered lawyer draw up a pre-nup.  When Gil tried to read it she began to get irked, questioning whether he trusted her or not, so he signed everything without reading any of it.  Abby smiled as she put away the papers into a briefcase which Gil had never seen before — and locked it.  She gave him a big kiss on the forehead.  Because he had his mouth between her legs so often she had made a rule that he couldn’t kiss her on the lips — at least, not the upper ones.  Abby made a joke about it, saying that everything would change once they were wed.  Gil didn’t know how true that was.

The marriage came soon after that.  In between, of course, Abby kept Gil running and fetching, as well as his usual sexual duties, which he performed without getting what he wanted in return from his fiance.  She had him just about cross eyed with frustration by the time they got married.  First there was the paperwork at city hall, and then a private ceremony was scheduled at Randall’s home, which he had generously volunteered.  Abby had to spend several nights there to help get it ready, sometimes even staying over, and always returning with that ‘used’ look about her.  Gil became irrationally jealous, even as he told himself, each time, that it was just his imagination making him think something was going on between his super-sexy bride and his stud of an uncle.

At last the happy day arrived.  Abby had managed the guest list and somehow missed all of Gil’s friends, the few that there were.  He had a handful of relatives there, including his Aunt Meg, who had always despised him as a spoiled brat.  She was about Randall’s age, with overblown curves, wearing a snug skirt and jacket combination, along with a blouse that had a high lace collar, all topped off with a pert hat that featured a full-face net that fell over her heavily made-up features.  Gil also noticed the flashy pumps she wore, with four and a half inch heels.  As she chatted with Randall she held one end of her mink stole in a gloved hand and gestured with it to emphasize whatever points she was making to him.  Gil’s uncle smiled and nodded at her words.

The ceremony was conducted by a mannish woman from some obscure group Gil had never heard of.  Many of Abby’s friends were similarly odd, including femmish men, leather-favoring females, and a few males who appeared to have had their spirits crushed, the way they kept their eyes downcast and deferred to the women they accompanied.  Gil was strangely disturbed by those powerless men.  When the ‘minister’ told him he could kiss the bride, Gil had to get up on his toes and Abby to lean down a bit.  At the last moment she turned her head enough that he wound up merely kissing her cheek.

The reception, also at Randall’s house, was pleasant enough, except that Abby danced with every male there.  She shared the floor THREE times with Randall.  Gil got to dance with those women who favored leather and he found the experience strangely exciting.  He even got one of his little stiffys and — just his luck — Abby saw it.  He blushed furiously as she pierced him with her gaze.  She also insisted that he eat several huge pieces of wedding cake, which left him feeling stuffed and queasy.

Then the guests departed and it was time to consummate their marriage.  Abby said she had plenty of champagne and shouldn’t drive.  Gil’s uncle offered them a room there for the night.  As uneasy as that made the new husband, he couldn’t think of any valid objection when Abby accepted.  Soon they were in a spacious guest room and she told him seductively to get undressed.  Gil rushed to get out of his suit, even falling down with one leg in his trousers and the other out.  At last he was naked.  But Abby was still dressed.  She came toward him, towering on her five inch heels.  When she pressed herself against him he realized just how ill he felt from all that cake she had made him eat.

“M… maybe we sh… should wait,” he suggested weakly.

“It’s our wedding night,” she reminded him as she fingered his nipples, triggering an immediate erection.  Abby let the front of her wedding dress touch his short hard member.  “You wouldn’t let me down, would you?  None of the guys I dated ever let me down.  I’d be very unhappy if you couldn’t make me happy.”

All at once he was stricken with performance anxiety.  His penis wilted to half-solid.  Why had she brought up her ex-lovers at such a crucial moment?  His stomach felt worse.  She gave his nipples teasing tugs, making his limpish dick rise again.

“I mean,” she went on, “if you messed up on our special night, I wouldn’t feel any obligation to be there for you in the bedroom again — ever.”

“E… ev… ever?” he mumbled, his stutter getting worse.  “B… bu… but we’re m… married now.  Y… you’re m… my w…w…w… wife.”

“In name only until you’ve done the deed.”  Her soft hand went to his standing organ.  “Otherwise, you’ll be a husband without privledges.  No sex for little Gilly.”  She stroked his dick.  The strokes were very short.  “How would you like that, loverboy?”

He was so confused that he didn’t pay attention to how his body was reacting.  After how much she had been denying him, Gil’s needs were overwhelming.  Abby felt his immature dick pulse and she stepped to the side without releasing it.  Two more strokes and he knew he was about to cum.  Before he could say anything she gave him a hard squeeze and then released him.  His bobbing dick spurted once and then, because she was no longer touching it, followed up with only a feeble dribble.  She had made him shoot.  It hadn’t even been satisfying.  And now Abby was glaring down at Gil with burning anger.

“I… I’m…”  He bit his lower lip.  “Abby, honey.  I d… didn’t mean to…”  He felt ridiculous standing there naked while she was still dressed.  But when he reached for his pants on the bed she stopped him.

“You worthless excuse for a man,” she spat.  “That’s it.  I’ve put up with your shortcomings — “  She stared meaningfully at his tiny shriveled penis.  ” — and I’ve tried to help you.  But this is too much.  You have insulted me beyond anything I could have imagined.  NO, don’t say one word.  I’m furious, you useless shrimp.  And I know exactly what I’m going to do about it.”

She snatched her cellphone from the dresser and opened it, then hit a pre-set number.  Gil stood there dumbly, his hands at his sides, trembling.

“Hello,” Abby said, her voice suddenly vulnerable.  “Randall?  I need you in our room.  Please.  Right now.  Your stupid nephew has just ruined my wedding night.  I can’t believe how thoughtless and selfish her really is.  If only I had known…”

She sobbed theatrically and closed the phone.  Gil was still trying to compose himself, to find the words to turn this disaster around, when there were footsteps in the hall and a sharp knock on the door.

“Come in,” Abby said.

Before Gil could react, the door opened and in strode his uncle, now wearing a dressing robe over silk pajamas.  Gil was humiliated to be seen undressed by his uncle but the longstanding fear he had of the older, taller, stronger man seized him and prevented him from moving.  Abby gave an emotional account of what had happened, insulting her new spouse over and over during the telling.  At last she was done and Randall took her into his strong arms.

“There, there,” he said. “You’ve received a terrible shock, darling.  Let me make you feel better.  That is what you want, Abby, isn’t it?”  He tilted up her chin and looked into her eyes.  “Isn’t it?”

“Yes, dear.  Thank you.  I need a man.  That pathetic specimen is hopeless and it’s my wedding night and…”

He silenced her with a long deep kiss.  She swooned in his arms.  Then she recovered enough to put her arms around him and return the kiss, her hands running up and down his back.  All at once he was caressing the side of one of her large breasts through her wedding dress, his other hand on her ass.

Gil at last found his voice and said breathlessly, “Please, Uncle Randall.  That’s m… my w…w…w…”

“Shut up, you twit,” he told his nephew firmly.  “Are you too insensitive to see how much you’ve hurt this wonderful girl?”  As he spoke he unzipped her dress in the back.  “I’m going to give her what she wants and needs.  Which is more than you can do.  I’d be surrpised if she ever wanted you touching her again.”

Abby said, “I already told him that if he screwed up tonight he wasn’t going to get any sex… permanently.”

“B… but… that’s s…s…so un-f… fair,” he sobbed.

Randall marveled, “And he’s a crybaby, too.  I’m sorry I didn’t see this before, Abby.  I should have.  He’s always been a wimp loser.  Let me do what I can to make you feel better.”

Her hand went to his crotch and her tone brightened as she said happily, “It feels like you can do a LOT to make me feel great.”

He slipped her dress down off her shoulders and pressed his lips to the bared flesh.  Abby sighed the way Gil had hoped he could make her.  Instead, he was watching his superior uncle perform the deed.  When Gil tried again to speak, Randall silenced him with a threatening glower and told him to get down on his knees.  Frightened, the short groom did as he was told.

The couple slowly and sensuously undressed each other.  Abby was so beautiful that Gil gasped in spite of himself as she stood there in only her wedding veil, garter belt, white stockings, and heels.  Randall’s muscular body was on display, his cock a solid, thick nine inches.

Abby smirked at her groom.  “Can you believe it, wimpy?  He has THREE times as much between his legs as you do.  More, if you count how wonderfully big around it is.  Mmmmmm.  And his balls absolutely put yours to shame.”  She cupped Randall’s testicles in her warm hand.  “Looks like I’m going to have a good evening after all.  No, make that a PERFECT evening.”  She laughed happily.

Still on his knees, Gil saw the two of them lay down on the bed, where he should be.  His uncle was running his stong hands up and down her body as if he owned it which, at that moment, he did.  Gil’s husbandly rights had vanished along with his brief uncontrolled erection.  Now he was soft and his wife was about to be on the receiving end of that billy club of meat.  Gil sniffled as Abby spread her thighs and Randall knelt between them, his shaft in position for penetration.  Abby purred with anticipation.

Gil moaned, “Nooooo.   P… p… pleeeease don’t…”

But before he could say it they were doing it.  Randall shoved himself into her and began pumping at once.  Abby responded enthusiastically, thrusting back at him, writhing under his invading cock, and urging him to give her more.

She told him, “Don’t stop.  I’ll never get anything like this from that dud of a husband I’m stuck with.  You can have me any time and anyplace you want, lover.  And my loser spouse will NEVER feel the inside of my pussy with his pathetic little dick.  All he’ll EVER have in there will be his tongue, which I’m going to keep very VERY busy from now on.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” Randall answered.  “I’m going to put it to you all the time.  And I think your imbecile husband should ALWAYS have to watch us.  I want to remind him over and over what he’s missing out on.”  He laughed deeply as he continued to plow her.  “We’ll never let him forget that he’s been turned into a complete cuckold.”

All Gil could do was to stare helplessly as they enjoyed over a half hour of spirited lovemaking.  His bride had two loud climaxes before Randall shot his heavy load.  Both of them laid back, spent and happy.  Abby told Gil to put himself into the closet, get down on the floor, and stay there until one of them let him out.  He obeyed without complaint, so broken was his spirit.  In the dark closet he found himself between two pair of his wife’s sexy boots.  As he curled up in the cramped space he hugged one of the boots to his narrow chest and cried himself to rest.

In the morning, Randall finally let him out of the closet.  Abby was on the bed, legs spread.  Randall clamped his hand like a vise on the back of his nephew’s skinny neck and steered him to where his wife waited.

Abby said, “All right, husband dearest, time to perform for me.”  She giggled nastily.  “Tell him, Randall.”

“Of course, dear.  What you’re going to do, little Gilly, is get your face between her gorgeous legs and use your mouth on her pussy which, by the way, she hasn’t washed since we had all that fantastic sex last night.  In other words, wimp, you’re going to clean up that mess I left, all that sticky cum, inside and and out.  It’s what a cuckold gets for breakfast.  You’d better learn to love it because you’re going to be getting lots more, morning after morning after morning.  Now get busy.”

Sore from his night in the closet, afraid of his physically superior uncle, Gil got into position and brought his lips close to her labia.  He could smell Randall’s salty ejaculate.  Feeling queasy but too much of a coward to fight back, Gil began to lick and suck, falling into the rhythm of giving pleasure that Abby had spent so many pleasant hours teaching him.  Soon she had a delicious mini-orgasm and then let him finish laving her privates, even making him check for cum overflow between her cushiony ass cheeks, where he found and tongued up some dried messiness.

After that Gil’s life became an endless round of teasing and denial, cuckold games, petty torments, and constant humiliations.  The latter mistreatment included those items she had made him buy at the mall when, he now realized, she had been getting laid by his uncle.  He had to wear the too-small jockey shorts and sleeveless undershirts, which made him look as young as his youthful face and undersized penis suggested he was.  The addition of the bunny slippers only made it worse.  Finally, there were the items from the novelty store, which included a big pacifier on a ribbon, which he had to wear around his neck, and an adult-sized bib.

His Aunt Meg often came over to ‘babysit’ him when the happy couple went out on the town to spend Gil’s money.  Meg gleefully made Gil do housework, even having him clean out the toilets with a toothbrush.  When he didn’t perform up to her impossibly high standards, which was every time, she would put him over her plump thighs with his tight shorts pulled down and use her leather-gloved hand to spank his pale bottom until it was bright red.  Sometimes she used a hairbrush or sorority paddle.  Those sessions were always followed with Gil having to lap her pussy while she heaped verbal abuse on him.  After Randall and Abby returned he had give them a full account of everything that had transpired, and hearing about his suffering inevitably got his wife hot.  That led to her having more terrific sex with Randall while Gil had to watch, knowing that he would be served another warm ‘cuckold breakfast’ the next morning.

One last item.  That pre-nup Abby had rushed him into signing without reading, the one drafted by Randall’s slick lawyer, assured that if Gil divorced his wife he would be left penniless.  It was a nice added entrapment.  She controlled his money and never let him carry more than a few dollars, as well as allowing him to have but forbidding him the use of ‘their’ charge cards.  But if they seperated he would be left without any of it.  Gil lost either way.  Spending his money and telling him about everything she purchased gave her a thrill.

One of her favorite purchases she made on line.  It was a male chastity tube, a custom made one to hold Gil’s tiny dick.  She and Randall celebrated with champagne the night they locked it onto him.

Abby said, “If you had any hope of ever losing your virginity, this should convince you that will never happen.  You can’t even jerk off.”  She laughed and Randall joined her.  Gil’s new plight aroused her and she kissed his uncle passionatly.  To Gil, she went on, “I’m going to have a friend who’s a nurse come in once a month and milk your prostate.  We’ll watch and I’ll make sure it’s as demeaning as possible.  Meg is especially eager to be present when Nursey sticks her rubber-gloved finger up your butt and makes you dribble out your cum without getting any fun from having your little balls emptied.  Won’t that be a treat, Gilly?”

He looked at his oh-so-desirable wife and tried not to sob as he said, “Yes, dearest.  Whatever makes you happy.”

Which was the only answer he was allowed to give.  For anything.

THE END?

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When I got there I noticed right away how Sherri bossed Pat around and made him do everything for her. She even questioned him about a long list of housework jobs he had been given to do and he assured her, sounding a bit frightened, that they had all been completed. Before I got over that shock the other guest arrived. Her name was Tandy and she shared Sherri’s full-bottomed figure, along with an impressive bust. I was attracted to her right away even though she acted as pushy as Sherri did. I started dating her and it got serious right away. We had a lot of foreplay on our dates and Tandy always insisted I eat her pussy. She wasn’t clean down there and I didn’t enjoy it but it meant that I got to fondle those boobs and stroke her big ass and thighs.

I should have taken more time, seen the warning signs, and gotten out of the relationship. Instead, I let Tandy rush me into a marriage. What can I say? I was a horny guy, eager to go all the way with this woman who made me give her orgasms but never returned the favor. She even got me to confess that I went home and masturbated, and then she teased me about it. But the wedding happened and I was stuck. On our wedding night I was unhappy to learn that she still wanted foreplay, expected me to go down on her unwashed pussy, and though we were man and wife, didn’t intend to have intercourse. Instead, she got me wildly excited and made me jerk off for her. I had to kneel in front of the toilet and shoot my load into the bowl. My bride laughed at the humiliating performance I gave and made me thank her for being allowed to play with myself. I tried to say something but she grabbed my ear, twisted it hard, and marched me into the bedroom. I had to go to bed wearing only pink, girl’s running shorts. My wife stretched out on her belly, her phat bottom rising impressively high. Then she informed me that I was going to put my face between her ass cheeks, get my nose against her butthole, and keep it there until she drifted off  and for an hour after that.

Too stunned to object, I did as I was ordered. My features were compressed in the tight, humid valley of her sitter. She was even less clean there than in the front, and the smell sickened me. Still, I stayed where I had been sent, while she lay there and called Sherri on her cell phone. I had to listened to them gab about trivia for at least an hour. They made plans to get together the next night. Then it took her nearly an hour more to go rest. I’ll admit I was scared to pull my face out of her rump too soon and risk getting her angry at me, plus I had no way to check the time, so I had my face buried in that fleshy prison for probably two more hours. After a total of about four hours of that abuse I felt emotionally unbalanced, unsure of myself, and wondering if I would ever be able to stand up to me she-devil of a wife.

The next night, telling myself that at least while we were out she couldn’t do anything mean to me, I drove her to Pat’s home. He greeted us at the door, looking sheepish and wearing a yellow leotard and matching slippers that were obviously meant for a girl. I got a bad feeling about how the rest of the evening was going to proceed. We went in and the wives shared a warm hug. Sherri snapped at Pat to get them glasses of wine. Both the women had on low cut tops and short skirts, so I had trouble not staring at them, especially since I wasn’t getting any sex from Tandy. Pat returned with their drinks and then sat primly on a footstool in the corner, looking very unmasculine. Tandy was sitting on the sofa with Sherri and said to her, “So, how’s your love life?” Sherri laughed and told her, “Fantastic. I’m cheating on Patsy with a real bull of a lover. His name’s Rafe and he fucks like a stallion. I glanced at Pat, whose eyes were cast toward the floor. His cheeks were pink with shame. Tandy asked Sherri, “And how about your wimp of a husband?” “Him? Who cares? He knows he has to take it and like it. I make him kneel by the bed and watch us. Rafe thinks that’s funny. After I suck off my lover’s big cock I make Patsy open his lips so I can drop him a kiss. You know, let all that cum and my spit spill out of my mouth and into his.” It was Tandy’s turn to laugh. She said, “I’ll have to try that one on Mick after I get a lover.”

Sherri smiled wickedly. “That should be really soon, babe. I have somebody stopping by who I want you to meet. He’s a friend of Rafe’s.” I stood up shakily, with my mouth hanging open. In a small voice I said, “Tandy, darling, maybe we should go home.” My wife shot to her feet, was in front of me in three long steps, and slapped me hard across one cheek and then the other. When I started to put up my hands she batted them away. Then she grabbed my hair and punched me hard in the stomach. I folded up but she yanked me straight again and kneed me solidly in the balls. That put me on the floor, making retching sounds. She warned me, “If I get anymore backtalk from you — EVER — you’ll get a lot worse than that. When Rafe and his friend get here you’re going to treat them like what they are — your superiors. Patsy over there knows how to behave and you’ll learn too, and I mean fast. I risked a look at my old friend and he was still sitting there passively, hands folded on his lap, but there were tears glistening in his eyes. I croaked at him, “Pat, what have you gotten me into?” but that was all I said, as my wife put her foot and the stacked-heeled shoe she was wearing, on the side of my neck and applied pressure. I made a strangled sound and didn’t dare try to speak anymore.

By the time I had recovered enough to get to my feet, stagger to a wooden chair, and sit, the women were enjoying their conversation again, trading tips on how to dress sluttily for men. Then Sherri opened the drawer of an end table and pulled out a plastic bag, which she tossed at me. I caught it clumsily and my wife made a crack about how I couldn’t catch a ball, either. Then she told me to open it. I was horrified to find pink tights inside, along with a matching belly shirt. The women chortled at my discomfort and then Tandy told me to get changed into my new ‘working clothes’. I tried to leave the room but she said to do it in front of them. “Or would you rather wait until our dates get here, so they can watch too?” With that threat hanging over me I hurried to get out of my street clothes. It was embarrassing. I pulled the humiliating tights up my slender, almost hairless legs and tugged the top on, hating the way it left my midriff bare. Then Sherri made me check the bag once more and I discovered a pair of ballet slippers in the bottom. With those on I looked as unmanly as Pat. Before I could recover from that jolt the doorbell rang. Tandy barked at me to go and answer it. Feeling utterly demeaned, I did it anyway. The memory of that knee to the balls was still fresh.

When I opened the door I was confronted by two tall, broadshouldered men who glared at me menacingly. I backed away meekly and in a whisper invited them inside. They pushed past me. I had a quick impression of tattooed arms and unshaven faces. One of them went straight to Sherri and wrapped her in his powerful arms. They shared a deep kiss and Pat cringed at the sight. But my old buddy also stood up and, when the two finally separated, asked the man if he would like a drink. His wife said, “You know Rafe always wants a drink as soon as he gets here, you twerp.” “Yeah,” the bruiser growled at him. “Make me a seven and seven and, if you screw it up, I’ll shove a funnel in your sissy ass and make you drink it that way.” The four of them laughed as if he had said something clever. Sherri went over to the newcomer and said, “You must be Chunk.” He smiled lopsidedly and nodded. “That’s me. And that hot piece over there must be Tandy.” “Right,” Sherri assured him. “Why don’t you two sit down and get to know each other.” I felt like I had just swallowed my tongue. The brutal looking guy plopped himself down and my wife sat close to him, making sure her leg touched his.

Tandy said to Chunk, “You must be one hell of a man in bed.” “You got that right, lover. And I like a bitch who does everything and does it good.” Instead of being repulsed, my wife melted visibly and then leaned toward him for an open-mouthed kiss. Chunk was only too happy to oblige, pressing his stubbled face close and putting his calloused hand on the back of her head to hold her in place. They remained frozen, mouth-to-mouth, while I stood there on rubbery legs. When they seperated, at last, his hand was cupping her big breast. I choked on my emotions but didn’t do anything. There I was, dressed like a wuss, terrified that Chunk would get annoyed and smack me around. My cowardice was evident as he slid his thick fingers up under her skirt and made her squeal with pleasure. Pat had left the room and now he returned with two rocks glasses on a silver tray. He bent carefully at the waist to offer one to Rafe. Then he moved to where he could do the same for Chunk. My head was spinning from the pace at which this bizarre series of events was unfolding.

Pat sat down again and I noticed he was gesturing with his eyes toward a second footstool near his. I went to it and gratefully got off my feet, mimicking my friend’s knees-together, hands-folded-over-crotch posture. I felt foolish but at least behaving as was expected should save me from being assaulted. Both couples were very free with their hands. Sherri was squeezing the obvious bulge in Rafe’s crotch. Chunk had his blunt fingers under Tandy’s top and I knew she didn’t have on a bra. I always wanted to touch her round, desirable breasts and wasn’t allowed to, but now some dangerous type she had just met was enjoying them as much as he pleased. I watched helplessly as she unbuttoned her top to give him full access and he dipped his head to fasten his mouth on the nearest thick nipple. My stomach rolled over. Sherri called to my wife, “Hey, honey, isn’t about time we took these guys to bed?” Tandy smiled and nodded. “Oh yeah. You should feel this guy’s cock.”

The four of them got up and headed for the main bedroom and guest room. Pat got down on his knees and followed wordlessly. I was terrified that I would do something wrong, so I got into the same submissive posture and followed my wife and Chunk, unable to take my eyes off Tandy’s broad swaying ass. Despite everything I even felt a weird sort of horniness. Once they reached the bedroom they began undressing each other. As I feared he would, Chunk had an enormous cock that make mine look like a joke. My wife stroked it lovingly and then got down on her knees and fed inch after inch of it into her full-lipped mouth. She gave him a spirited blowjob but didn’t make him finish. Then she got onto the bed on her knees and dropped forward, rear end in the air. Chunk was quick to take up a position kneeling behind her, his rampant tool aimed at her waiting slit. I wanted to look away and not see the final ruination of our marriage but couldn’t avert my eyes. Instead I had to witness him inserting his entire length into my wife’s body and then begin pistoning it in and out. She purred appreciatively and pushed back into his every thrust. They worked together as one for a long time before she moaned loudly, on the verge or climax. Then it hit her and he let himself go at the same moment, pumping furiously to maximize the pleasure for both of them. Tandy threw back her head and let out a cry of ecstasy. Gradually he slowed his tempo and then stopped. He pulled out, his cock glistening, and they laid alongside each other.

“Get up here,” my wife directed me. “I want to see you do what Sherri makes Pat — I mean Patsy — do after she has sex. Get your nose into my cunt and rub it around until it’s coated with Chunk’s cum. Do it or you’ll get a knee in the balls again, and this time I won’t stop until they’re wrecked.” I shuddered but did as I was told. The strong salty stench of his sperm filled my nostrils. Then my bride made me shove my tongue inside her. I had to hold it there while she and the man she had cheated on me with kissed passionately. Finally I had to lap her pussy until every bit of Chunk’s creamy deposit was gathered up and swallowed. It made me queasy but the thought of having my testicles destroyed was powerful motivation. At last my odious task was done. Then I got an even worse command. My wife told me, “Now clean Chunk, too. Or lose your nuggets.” Nuggets? She meant balls. I gulped down the last of the cum already in my mouth as I moved to between his sturdy, hairy legs. Then I got my lips and tongue busy on his flaccid cock, not fully believing that I was doing that to another man. Could it get any worse? Yes. He began to grow hard.

Tandy propped herself up on one elbow and stared in fascination as he made me take in as much of his length as I could. “Jeez,” she exclaimed. “We’re turning my husband into a cocksucker.” Chunk snorted. “I don’t think the fairypants had far to go. Then my wife told me, “Back your head up until just the knob of his bone is in your mouth. That’s a good little gobbler. Now suck, and swirl with your tongue, and get ready to swallow. I’m going to stroke Chunk’s long, thick, gorgeous cock until he shoots his load. I’m going to jerk him off into your sissy mouth. And because he’s not halfway down your throat, you’ll get every drop of his goo all over your tongue. And once you’re an official suck boy, you’re never allowed any pussy again. So if you had even the slightest chance of ever getting in me, you’re going to lose it in about a minute.” “Let’s make that three minutes,” Chunk told her. “Slow down with that talented hand and let me enjoy it. And let your suck-off husband think about the end of his sex life.” He let out a deep chuckle. “And maybe next time YOU can suck my dong while HE eats my ass.” “Oh, baby, I’m getting hot just thinking about that. We’ll make him an ass muncher too.”

All too soon she brought Chunk to the edge and beyond. He emptied his heavy balls again, coating the inside of my mouth completely. My wife cheered him on and then instructed me not to rinse my mouth or drink anything. “I want you to taste my lover’s spunk all night long.” She milked a few more drops out of him and said, “Sherri and I are going to have so much fun thinking of more and more ways to mistreat you useless husbands

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