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chrislebo

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#4,471 Posted: 4 May 2013 22:49
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"AAHHHHhiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIII!!" She screamed and recoiled as the hot knife touched her skin. I rubbed her pussy some more. She wanted that feeling so badly. She desperately wanted my fingers to penetrate and fill her.

I touched the same spot with the cold knife.

She gasped but did not scream.

Maybe the hot knife was a little too hot. I touched myself with it. Ouch. Yes, too hot. From then on, I paused a moment after taking the knife out of the boiling water before I touched her with it.

I repeated this several times at various points on her body. The back of her knees, the top center of her back, her armpit. I was forcing her to become aware of every square inch of her body. She was not able to forget her nakedness and vulnerability as I pleasured her throbbing pussy. I alternated between hot and cold knives against various sensitive areas on her helpless body. I teased her and toyed with her. She groaned and whimpered as she bucked her hips in vain. Then, as her breathing increased, and I could barely feel her vaginal muscles begin to clench. I removed my fingers completely.

Her pelvis continued to thrust, uselessly humping in the air. She whined. It was a desperate whine, wanton and bare.

She looked over her shoulder at me, glaring.

I spanked her sharply on the ass. "I told you not to look at me." I said coldly.

She closed her eyes and sucked in air, hanging her head in defeat. She wept as the weight of her humiliation fell upon her once again. Her own body betrayed her dignity with such, vulgarity. At that point she had to wonder what it was inside her that made her ass hump so crudely, begging to be fucked despite her.

I knew what it was of course. I could see the precursors of her total submission manifesting themselves right there on my coffee table. For a long time I stood there looking at her. I did nothing. I just let her kneel on all fours like an animal, ass in the air, as she wept. Eventually she stopped crying until she was just taking those quick deep involuntary post-cry breaths.

Orgasm denial is one of the most powerful tools at the Dom's disposal. Denying a sub of an orgasm serves many purposes. Of course it serves to assert ones dominance. But more importantly, it leaves the sub in a state of intense desire. She begins to associate the Dom with that pining feeling. The Dom becomes the symbol of her want. The longer the Dom can keep her desperately desiring an orgasm while being alone in my presence the better. It becomes what Pavlov called "The Conditioned Response". Eventually, her response to the Dom's mere presence will become an intense desire for an orgasm.

After giving her a few moments to calm down, I began to gently and lovingly torture her once again. I let my hands roam over her bare skin. Her skin was still warm and slightly moist from sweat. I felt her ass, her hips and into the curve of her hips. I ran my hands up her waist along her ribcage, under her arms and then over her shoulders. I ran my hands up the top of her shoulders to her neck. I gathered her hair in my hands and pulled it back softly into a ponytail, and let it fall back, spilling over her upper back.

She knelt there helplessly as I caressed her body. I reached under with both hands and cupped each of her breasts. Her breasts were small, but very firm. Whenever I squeezed them like this, I could feel her tense a bit. I knew her breasts were sensitive and erogenous. I kneaded them, squeezed them, and fondled them. I pinched her nipples lightly and played with them between my fingers. She remained bent over on hands and knees the table as I stood over her, reaching around her torso with a hand on each of her breasts. I alternated between playing with her nipples and kneading her breasts until I felt her still herself, and her breathing pattern changed.

At that point I put my hands on her ass. By this time the air had cooled her skin, and my hands were a warm surprise. She took a quick breath, but not quite a gasp. I smiled. I squeezed and caressed each of her cheeks. I rubbed and separated them, letting the cool air hit her sensitive little asshole. I know this embarrassed her. I stood above her and toyed with her. She knew I could see between her legs. She wanted so badly to curl up and cover herself, but I would not allow it. I wanted her to want. Her thighs were so smooth and strong. The skin of her inner thighs was supernaturally soft. I did not understand how any surface of any creature could feel so soft. I could not take my hands off of her. I stroked her calves, her ankles. She squirmed slightly when I touched the bottom of her feet. She was ticklish there.

But I had to focus. I reached up to her pussy and burrowed in with my fingers. She involuntarily arched her back. My fingertips stroked her slit up and down. She had some wetness remaining, and almost instantly she was completely aroused with juices once again.

I put one hand on the small of her back, steadying her, as the fingers of my other hand found her engorged clitoris.

"What do we have here, Jennifer" I said smiling.

She whimpered with involuntary desire and arched her back even more deeply.

I rubbed her clit. I put pressure on it as I pressed my hand onto the small of her back.

"oohhh..." she moaned.

"Would you like to cum Jennifer?" I asked coyly.

"Yes, sir." She said quickly.

"Then you will have to beg for it." I said.

"Ughhhhhhh!" She breathed hard.

"Beg me Jennifer. Beg me to let you cum."

"Pleeeeassee!"

"Please?" I asked, and I continued to manipulate her clit.

"Please let me cum, Sir!"

I yanked my fingers out of her pussy and spanked her, her juices on my hand splattering on her ass as my bare hand met her vulnerable skin.

"Owwww!" She moaned, out of frustration more than pain.

"Me?!" I asked and swatted her again.

"Ughh! This girl! Please let this girl cum sir!" She whined.

I laughed. "What was that? I didn't hear you."

"Please let this girl cum sir!" She was really sounding desperate.

"You want me to rub your clit some more?" I asked as I rubbed the remainder of her juices on her ass.

"Yes Sir! Please, Sir!"

"I said, 'do you want me to rub your clit some more' Jennifer! Repeat it!"

"Ugghhh" she started to buck a little "Please rub this girl's clit sir!"

"You want me to finger-fuck you!?"

"YES! Yes ...please finger-fuck this girl, sir!"

I stuck my fingers back between her legs and quickly found her clit. It was so hard and swollen, that it was very easy to find.

"AIIIIIiiiiiiii!" she exclaimed as the pleasure hit her.

"Now I want you to use first person Jennifer. Say 'Please Fuck me Sir'."

She looked up, possible confused.

I pulled my finger out and spanked her again.

"Ughhh!" Her hips jumped, probably more from the sudden withdrawal rather than the spanking. "Please fuck me Sir!"

I spanked her. "Again!"

"Please fuck me Sir!

Spank. "AGAIN!"

"PLEASE FUCK ME SIR!"

I sat back down in the chair. She gasped and looked over at me and quickly shot her head back, remembered that she was not allowed to look at me.

"Pleeeeeease sir! PLEASE! Please fuck me!!"

"Entice." I said calmly, coldly.

"Sir! Please!" she begged.

"ENTICE!" I said sharply.

She whined like an animal in heat and reluctantly began to sway and wag her ass back and forth. I could see that her pussy was red, swollen, and very wet. I could actually smell her arousal.

Every part of her body was begging for sexual release. She had forgotten her dignity and her modesty. She gyrated her hips like a desperate slut, caring about nothing but the craving and the desire for sex, smoldering within her.

"I want to hear you moan Jennifer." I said to her "Moan like a bitch in heat for me."

"sir. ...please sir" she panted.

"If you want it Jennifer, you have to moan for it."

She paused. This was another level deeper. We both knew it.

She took a deep breath.

I smiled. She was going to do it.

The first moan was weak. It was more like a whine. "oooohhhhhhh....."

"Louder Jennifer."

"OOohhhhhhh!"

"Louder. And keep moving your hips."

"OOOOHHHHHHhhhhhhh!"


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#4,472 Posted: 4 May 2013 22:49
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She was getting better. Her ass was moving around seductively again, just like I like. She was just so fucking sexy. She had no idea. Moaning and gyrating with her swollen wet pussy. The smell had grown stronger. There was nothing she could do under my power. She had been reduced to being just a mammal begging for a mate.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

"Okay enough." I said with disgust. "For god sake Jennifer, stand up. I can SMELL you."

She paused and let out the most desperate and pathetic whimper I have ever heard a human make.

"On your FEET! NOW!"

She stood and looked down, not meeting my eyes. She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around her left triceps covering her breasts, and she let her left hand fall lazily in front her pussy. It was obvious that she was covering herself involuntarily as I stood staring hard at her. She must have felt so exposed at that moment, so naked and humiliated. I was breaking her.

"I need to clean you up." I said with mock disgust. "You are a mess."

The truth was, she looked absolutely amazing. I was anything but disgusted by her. Her skin glowed radiantly. Her vulnerability was apparent. Her body trembled, her chest heaved with each breath. Her dampened hair clung to brow, furrowed in frustration and confusion. I could see her mind racing, trying to understand herself, what she had done, and what she had became. And all the while, her pussy continued to desire simply to be filled; the desire becoming a growing and conspicuous emptiness inside her.

I marched her into the bathroom and made her stand in the bathtub. I tuned on the water. She shuddered and gasped loudly, wrapping her arms tightly around her body as the cold water hit her skin. I made her stand there under the merciless cold shower as her face twisted and she began to cry again.

I know this sounds cruel. It sounds like I am being mean to her. It sounds like she is the poor defenseless little girl, and I am the big bad man, torturing her. I know this. I know how it appears. But I was doing these things for her. I know it can be a difficult process, and it can be difficult to understand at times, but this was all necessary for her.

I got my camcorder and video taped her. I made her shower for me. I made her rub soap all over her naked body. She eventually became used to the chill of the water, and I allowed her to turn some hot water on, adjusting the temperature She now closed her eyes and mechanically washed herself. She knew the harsh light of the bathroom would be unflattering. She kept her eyes closed tightly, my camcorder capturing every moment of her shame.

After a while, to her obvious humiliation, I started directing her.

"Turn more...face me...rub the suds on your breasts....there that's it...very nice."

I was talking to her like she was a nude model in a photo shoot. She absolutely hated it.

"Okay nice ... now let me see your ass ... bend a little...there...now stick it out... okay now rub more soap on it... come on Jennifer, make it sexy."

She was mortified to be following my lascivious commands, all wet and soapy in the shower. She was embarrassed to pose in such a sexy manner. I really got off on this. I loved the power of being able to tell her to do something, and then she would do it, despite her embarrassment. She looked so good in that shower. Her trim little body shiny and wet, the suds running down her flat stomach and down the curve of her slender thighs. She was just gorgeous.

I was hard again.

I flipped off the camera and commanded her to rinse and dry off. For some reason my heart was beating. I think I really got turned on watching Jennifer in the shower and directing her for the camera. My erection was raging.

I sat on my bed with my back against my headboard as she dried her hair in the bathroom. She came into the room holding a towel around herself.

"Sir" she asked, "May this girl use this lotion?"

I blinked. Of course, women always apply lotion after a shower. "Yes you may."

I did not even know I had lotion. It must have belonged to my ex. From my bed I could see Jennifer rubbing lotion on herself. Oh god.

She came back with the towel wrapped tightly around her chest, and one wrapped around her hair like a turban.

I made her drop the towel around her body to the floor. She looked so amazing, standing there naked with a towel around her hair, highlighting her long neck and slender shoulders. I made her lay on the bed, her face down between my legs. I told her to suck my cock. She took my cock in her hand and began to suck without objection or even a hint of resistance.

It felt so good. Her lips, her tongue, the tight grip of her hand. I was momentarily lost in the pleasure, and I did not notice that she had placed a leg over mine, which allowed her to position her pussy on my shin, just below my knee. This gave me an idea.

As she sucked on my cock, I told her to press her pussy on my leg.

She did so, obediently, and I felt her pressing her pelvis against my leg. Clearly it gave her another spark of pleasure. She began lightly humping my leg. I know this humiliated her. She was giving me oral sex while masturbating herself of the hard bone of my shin. I could feel the wetness of her pussy begin to ooze on to my leg. When she began to moan with her mouth around my dick, I felt an incredible rush of power.

"That's it Jennifer. Harder" I said and closed my eyes. "Beg me to fuck you."

She took a deep breath and looked up at me and with a soft, almost sleepily sexy voice she said: "Please fuck me Sir."

I put my hand on the top of her head.

She grinded her pussy into my leg and repeated in syncopated rhythm, "Please fuck me Sir... please fuck me Sir ... please fuck me Sir..."

I tightend my grip on the top of her head, grasping her wet hair into my fist. I felt like I owned her, as if I had complete control over her, over myself, over everything. What happened next, I would later acknowledge as a mistake. It was an impetuous lapse in judgment. I let my own feelings get the best of me.

And I pulled her off of me and rolled on top of her. She spread her legs wide like a desperate slut, begging for cock.

Her labia were engorged and eager. I pressed my cock into her. Despite her wetness, her pussy was very tight, so I needed to burrow in and push the head of my cock into her. I pushed, and pressed. She closed her eyes and threw he head back, showing me the taut softness of the front of her neck. I entered her. She let out a yelp as I thrust deeper into her. I made love her hard and deep. She mewed and grunted.

Her pussy was tight. So fucking tight... Dammit... Asian girls and their tight ... pussies ... Fuck. This was not going to last long.

Her face ... I could not tell ... was she experiencing joy, or was it grief? Did she want this or not? Was she happy and relieved to finally feel her pussy filled, or was she horrified at what she had done to get here, that she had begged me for this like a worthless slut? Was she thinking about the pleasure, or what her parents would think of her if they knew what she had become?

She looked into my eyes and we came together.

She dug her fingernails into the back of my deltoids and she somehow screamed with her mouth closed, behind her tightly clenched jaw. I tightened my muscles, coming hard, and filling her with my seed. It happened so suddenly, almost unexpectedly.

It ended and I collapsed next to her. What had I done? I had fucked her way too early. WAY too early. This was all wrong. I looked at her. Her eyes were closed. We breathed in sync with each other.

I don't know what happened or what she did to me. It was something about the quiver in her voice or the focus in her eyes. I have dominated many submissives in the past. This is never happened. I have ALWAYS maintained control. But with Jennifer Kim I just... I just I did something that I did not want to do.

But now it was done.

I could not undo it.

She laid there on my bed, breathing in sync with me.

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#4,473 Posted: 4 May 2013 22:49
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After we had sex that night, the door was open. I really enjoyed fucking Jennifer. Her pussy was small and tight. It was almost as if it was trying to stay tightly closed to prevent me from penetrating her. However, at the same time she would get very wet. That combination of tightness and wetness felt so well, I cannot even describe it. There was something about the paradox of Jennifer Kim that made me want her more and more each time I was with her.

I don't know what it was about her. I had dominated many women before her. Jennifer was not even the prettiest or the hottest. I just can't explain how she got under my skin like she did.

There was something about her apparent internal conflicts that really got to me. There was like this tension in her soul as several opposing forces within her struggled with each other. There was an ongoing war between her conservative sexual values, and her obvious slutty submissive nature. But there was also a tension between her desires to do well and to perform well contrasted with her strong sense of dignity.

So, if I gave her an order, say, to strip for me, conservative Korean Jennifer would want to resist because doing so would be improper or immoral, while slutty submissive Jennifer would want to get naked and get fucked right away. Meanwhile, the strong dignified Jennifer would want to keep herself clothed, while the competitive over-achiever Jennifer would want to perform the sexiest striptease ever.

In the weeks that would follow, I could see that there was a four-way tug of war going on inside of her whenever I gave her an order to do something sexually degrading. Sometimes this side of her would come through a little bit here, while that side would show through there. Did she hate it or did she love it? Whenever I fucked her after that first time, she definitely became aroused, and she definitely had orgasms so you would think that she loved it. But her facial expressions and general reluctance seemed to suggest she hated it. It made watching her, touching her, just being with her so compelling. I could not get enough of it.

This, for me, was a very bad thing. As a Dom, I could not allow her to penetrate my mind like she was starting to do. As a Dom I had to keep myself somewhat detached. If I were to fall for her, she would have some degree of control over me. I could not, and would not let that happen. I needed to be completely in control, or this whole thing would fall apart.

After that first night, I spent the next few days alone. I did everything I could to get her out of my head. But the more I tried, the worse it got. I would see her in class, but I would not acknowledge her. And if I did not acknowledge her, she would not acknowledge me. But everyday she wore the hoop earrings as I had commanded.

So she sat in class, listened to the lecture, dutifully taking notes, and she never -*never*- looked over at me. But whenever I saw the light reflect off of those hoop earrings, I knew she had to think of me. I knew that for now, the part of her that wanted to look at me was losing the tug of war with the part of her that had to focus on schoolwork. I would stare hard at her. I knew she could see me staring at her in her peripheral vision. But she never once looked over at me.

Finally I could not take it anymore. After seven days of not speaking to her, I handed her a note as she walked out of class. She took the note and slid it into her pocket without looking at me or saying anything to me. She did not even break her stride as she walked by. God, that drove me nuts.

The note simply instructed her to be at my place at 6pm that night. I had no doubt that she would obey. And when she showed up at my door at 5:57 pm, she wore the earrings with the rhinestone letters that read S-L-U-T dangling from each perfect earlobe.

When she arrived, I did not have to command her to strip naked as I usually did. She just walked in without a word and began taking off her clothes. On some level this annoyed me, that she would do something without me issuing a command. But on the other hand, it really excited me that this beautiful girl was getting naked in my living room. The thought that on some level she was really excited to be with me sexually made my heart beat a little more rapidly.

By this time she no longer presented even a hint of resistance. Nudity did not seem to really bother her anymore, at least not being naked in my presence. By then I had seen her naked many times, I guess she had just grown used to it.

She approached me, again without being commanded. Then, finally, after more than a week, she spoke to me.

"May this girl suck your cock, Master?" she said coolly.

I admit I was surprised. "Yes, yes you may."

Her expression did not change as she lowered herself to her knees in front of me and unbuttoned my jeans.

She casually took a hold of my hardening cock and mechanically inserted in her mouth. The sound of her SLUT earrings jingling mixed with the slurping noises she made were the only sounds in the room as she bobbed her head up and down earnestly, but dispassionately. She was like a well-programmed robot. By this time she had performed oral sex for me many times, so she knew what sensations I liked and when I liked them. She knew just when to suck, just when to stroke, and just when to lick. She had become a perfect little blowjob slave. Oral sex in my living room had become a well-traveled road for her.

Of course I loved it. I loved it every single time. She had become a real expert at sucking my cock. I don't mean she was an expert at cock sucking in general; she had become an expert at sucking MY cock in particular. That expertise plus her reluctant affect was an incredible turn on for me. We both knew that she was doing it because she had to, not because she wanted to.

It did not take me long to climax. She opened her mouth wide like a baby bird in its mother's nest. She squeezed me hard and pumped my cock fast, lubricated by her saliva, as I shot my sperm into her open, waiting mouth. She even turned her head slightly toward the end allowing the last of it spurt onto her cheek.

She knew exactly what I liked to see. I sat there panting for a moment on the couch, as the final waves of my orgasm subsided. She kneeled there looking at me lazily expectant as she held my deflating cock, and the large dollop of cum dangled from her left jawbone. She closed her eyes and sat still, waiting patiently for my next order.

I did not allow her to wipe my cum from her face. Instead I wrapped the leather collar around her neck and fastened it with the small padlock. The lock made a "cl-click" sound as it snapped shut. I attached the long chain to the D ring on the collar and made her crawl on the floor like a dog on a leash.

She sighed.

I took her through some Gorean positions: Nadu, Bara, Sula, Sula-Ki, all of them. I had her practice serving. Serving was a big deal in Gor. It was important for slaves to be dutiful, graceful and humble when delivering a drink or some food to a free person. She got good at it, really good in fact.

She got to a point at which she was even bored with it. It was all becoming routine for her. Even the 'Entice' command - the one I had made up - in which she had to get down on her hands and knees while bumping, grinding and rotating her hips for me, seemed to have become somewhat tedious for her.

It still really aroused me though. I loved making her do it. The sight of her ass swaying or her naked pussy gently thrusting back and forth to nonexistent music was still quite hypnotizing to me. Jennifer had that tight little Asian body. She wore her long dark hair in a high ponytail that just kissed the top of her shoulders.

As she writhed her nubile young figure for me, her facial expression was blank, as if she was bored, or even annoyed. She practically rolled her eyes as she gyrated her lithe naked form around for my viewing pleasure, right there in my living room. After a several minutes of that, I could not take it anymore. I made her drop to her knees, crawl to me, and perform oral sex again. I held the chain as she sucked on me.

After a few strokes, she removed my cock from her mouth, looked up at me and asked, with a very slight, almost imperceptible hint of seduction: "Would you like to have sex with this girl, Master?"

"Of course I would." I thought to myself as I looked down at her. But I said nothing. She looked at me, almost blankly, waiting for my answer. I could not understand why she was being so forward. She always did what I commanded, but she NEVER offered to do anything. Now here she was offering to have sex with me. I guess she new that sex was a fait accompli, and she might as well do it right away and get it over with.

We went into the bedroom and got into bed. I kissed her, I fondled her, I rubbed by body upon hers. She obliged. It seems strange now, but up until that point we had never really had just straight sex before. There had always been some degree of Domination and submission. I always made her get naked while I stayed dressed. I always made her do things for me. I always spanked her or made her assume humiliating Gorean positions before making her suck my cock. And only after all of that would I actually perform coitus. I got off on the Dominance and I could tell she got off on submission, at least on some level, whether she chose to admit it or not.

So having straight vanilla missionary sex was very unusual. It was almost ... exotic for us. It was like we were pretending to be regular boyfriend/girlfriend. It was like a regular relationship without all the underlying blackmail and coercions. I actually really liked it. Holding her and kissing her, caressing her like we were lovers in love felt both natural and foreign at the same time. I did not want it to ever stop.

But it did.

It stopped in one single crushing instant when I saw her looking over at the clock for the third time. Then my internal dialogue started going crazy. "Why is she looking at the clock?"

In the end I made her get on top of me in my favorite position - reverse cowgirl.

Now you might think that reverse cowgirl is not the most appropriate position for a Dom because the woman is on top. But I would disagree. In reverse cowgirl, the sub does all the work. The Dom decides the pace, and because her ass is facing him, it is easy to spank her and command her to go faster and harder, or spank her and command her to go long and slow. As long as the Dom maintains the control, and achieves his maximum pleasure, any position is good.

Besides it gave me an excellent view of Jennifer's perfect little ass. I loved smacking it and hearing her groan as she pumped herself up and down on my cock. I loved how she had to do the work to please me while I watched her ass. I could always cum in that position. And once again I did. Jennifer did not have an orgasm at all.It seemed like she was just trying to get it over with. When it was over she asked to go to the bathroom. When she came back out, I am pretty sure I saw her check the clock again. That was really starting to bug me.

"Were you trying to beat your record?"I asked

"Sorry sir?" she did not know what I was talking about.

"You keep looking at the clock." I said.

"Oh ... I .." she looked at me and asked "Did you enjoy that, Sir?"

"Yes." I answered.

"This girl worked very hard to please you, Sir." She looked at the ground.

"And you did," I said, "I could tell you were really putting forth an effort."

"This girl is happy that you are pleased, Sir," she said. She usually did not talk this much. Something was up.

"What is it Jennifer?" I asked.

"Well sir ... she said "you made me come over on such late notice. I had told my friend that I would be able to go to a study group tonight."

"A study group?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir." she replied. "At 8 pm. I was hoping that since this girl had pleased you, that ... that...

"That what?" I was getting impatient.

"That this girl could..." her voice got quieter "leave at 7:30?"

I was angry. "So that whole time we were having sex, you were just looking at the clock and thinking about your study group?!"

"Oh NO sir!" She said with a faint degree of panic. "I was thinking about how I could ... how this girl could ... please you... Sir.

"Why are you so worried about studying?" I asked. "I told you I have access to the University computer system. I can give you a 4.0 this quarter and you wont have to do anything."

"But..." she whined

"But WHAT?!" I was raising my voice.

"But I still want to learn ...I- I am pre-med ... this is *** ... I need to know this material!" She was sounding worried.

I was getting angrier by the second. No wonder she was so aggressive. No wonder she did not waste any time, and did everything without being told. She wanted to make me cum quick, so I would let her go.

"With whom were you planning on studying?"

"No one." She said. "Just a friend."

"WHO?!" I demanded.

"Sophie." she said. I could tell she was lying.

"Okay let's call Sophie on speaker." I said as Jennifer's eyes widened. "Give me your phone."

"No sir, we don't have to call her. I will stay here." she said "You are right, I don't need to study. I just need to please you, Master."

"With. Whom. Were. You. Planning. On. Studying. Jennifer?" I said, trying to contain my anger.

She looked down. "James, Sir."

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James...that fucking Asian guy. The fucking tall, good-looking Asian guy. God. Damn.

"I see." I said calmly.

"But I don't need to, Sir." She said. "Maybe I could just call him to cancel, so he doesn't get worried and try to call me."

"You ... want to call him?" I said, extra calmly.

"If it..." she paused "...if it pleases you, Sir. Otherwise I would be happy to turn off my phone and focus on your ... your pleasure., Sir"

My pleasure. Fuck. FUCK. God Dammit.

"My Pleasure?" I said. "Let's not worry about MY pleasure. You only really seem concerned with YOUR pleasure. Aren't you Jennifer?"

"OH no, Sir!" She said

"So why don't you just lay down." I said, barely hiding the sarcasm. "And we'll see what we can do about your pleasure."

"Sir, maybe this girl could dance for you ... or suck your cock? Sir?"

"LAY DOWN NOW!" I shouted.

She obeyed quickly, scared by my sudden shout.

The first time I was introduced to bondage was by a girl I was dating. She loved being bound and helpless. Eventually I bought some leather bindings from the adult store downtown, and some plastic zip ties with a few lengths of chain from Home Depot. With those materials, I was able to fashion some ankle and wrist shackles that I attached to each of the legs of my bed., and hide them underneath until I was ready to use them. I got them out for Jennifer for the first time.

Naturally, she was surprised to see them. I usually do not like to bind my subs. I get more pleasure from making them do things. But these leather shackles were going to come in handy. I fastened them tightly around each of her wrists and ankles. Then left her helpless, naked, and spread-eagle on my bed, as I went to find her purse.

When I came back into the room she looked at me. I could see that she was wondering why I had her purse, but she knew not to ask.

I stopped for a moment to look at her. Even though I was seething with anger, I could not help but admire her nudity. She was so helpless and vulnerable. But I snapped out of it quickly.

"Now" I said as I positioned myself between her spread open legs. "Let's see what we can do about YOUR pleasure."

Her eyes were fixed on me. She had no idea what I was doing.

I leaned down and lay on my stomach between her open legs, placing my head close to her wide-open pussy. I kissed it gently and quickly. She shuddered. I then gently kissed her left inner thigh, and then her right. She writhed slightly. I kissed all around her vulva, circling it with short little baby kisses.

Next I pressed my closed lips against it, applying pressure with my jaw. I could smell her arousal. She writhed some more and let out a soft little moan as I pressed my jaw against her pussy, grinding into her. I rubbed my lips on her vulva, continuing the pressure.

I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed. It looked like she was enjoying this.

As I grinded my jaw against her and I rubbed my lips on her labia, I began to let my tongue probe between them. She took a fast hard breath when my warm tongue gingerly stroked downward on the inside of her left outer labia. Then I licked upward on the right, all the way to the top, just barely teasing her clit.

Jennifer's juices were sweet. I mean they were literally sweet. I have performed oral sex on women before. They have never tasted like this. Jennifer's pussy was simply delicious, and I savored the taste as I drew my tongue up the right side and down the left.

"Ooohhhhhhhh..." she moaned as I licked her.

Then I repositioned my head so that as I licked her up and down, I was able to lightly stimulate her clit with the tip of my nose. Up the right side, and down the left with tight simultaneous little circles on her clit.

"Ohhhh Massster" she hummed. "Ohhh Master that feels soooo good. Ohhhh ... I am so glad you are not angry with this girl. Ohhhhhhhh. I ... I thought you were.... angry..... MMMmmmmmm..."

I applied a little more pressure on her clit with the tip of my nose, and then I leaned up to circle her clit with my tongue. She tensed at the intensified stimulation. I licked her clit harder as I proceeded to grind her vulva with my chin.

That is when I began to feel her pushing back on me. Despite the fact that she was immobilized, she was pressing her pelvis forward, desperate for more friction.

I flexed the tip of my tongue into a small, hard tip, and licked hard on her clit.

Her thighs tensed, I could feel them on my cheeks. She could feel her orgasm building, growing deep inside her ready to explode in wave after wave of sensual pleasure. Her moan was interrupted by a quick gasp. She was closer ... and closer ... and then I stopped.

"Unnghhh!" she groaned and involuntarily thrusted her pelvis as I sat up and opened her purse, producing her phone.

"Ohhhhh Masterrrrrr ..." she whaled. "What -what are you doing? Please Master! Please let this girl finish!"

"Oh I will let you finish." I said with a half-smile as I flipped through her contacts. "But first you need to call James to cancel your study group"

"Master, please let me finish ... ohmygod master!" She shreiked "What are you doing.!?!?"

She did not really need to ask what I was doing. It was obvious that I had found James' number on her phone, and that I had put the phone on speaker mode. I rested the phone on her chest, and returned to her sweet-tasting pussy.

"Oh GOD NO!! Master PLEASE NO!!" She begged as James' phone rang on the speaker.

I picked up exactly where I had left off, pressing hard as I circled her clit with my tongue.

"Ughhhh!" She groaned as the phone clicked.

"Hey You!" a male voice said from the speaker. "Where are you?"

She was flush and struggling. "Hi James ... I ... I cant make it tonight."

"Oh that sucks!" He said, "Why not?"

I was licking harder now, circling and circling in a tight consistent rhythm around her clit.

"She took an involuntary deep breath."

"I ... I'm just not ... I don't ... I'm just..." She was having a hard time thinking straight and a hard time forming words.

"Jennifer what's wrong?" He said.

"nnnggghhh ... Nothing. Nothings wrong."

"You sound like you are having trouble breathing"

I continued to stimulate her, bringing her closer.

"N-No ... I'm fine ... I mean I'm I'm not ... um (gulp) feeling well"

"Are you sick?"

"NO!" she shouted, probably at me, rather than James' question.

She gasped hard. Her orgasm was coming back. I kept the pressure on her clit, holding her legs open with my palms on her inner thighs.

"Then what's wrong?" He asked.

"I just c-cant m-make it"

She was writhing hard trying to get away from my tongue. I held on tight to both of her thighs, licking her mercilessly.

"Jennifer ... what are you doing right now?" James said, sounding suspicious,

"Nothing!" she cried as her breath increased.

I let a barely audible "mmmmmm" escape my lips as I started to suck on her clit, taking it between my teeth and rhythmically flicking it with my tongue.

"Is someone there with you?" He said, starting to sound a little upset.

"No ... I just.. I have to go!"

"Where are you? Are you at your place?"

"I ... uh ... I just have to go ... " She was cumming hard, straining with her neck and arms. I held her down as she came. The phone fell off her chest, bounced off the mattress and on to the floor.

"Ok. Fine. Whatever." He huffed. "See you in class." *Click*

Then, immediately after James had hung up, she gave in and did that thing where she screams against her tightly closed mouth while thrusting and grinding with her pelvis against my jawbone.

I kept the rhythm consistent, and she came at least three times in a matter of a few minutes.

When it was over she lay there panting. I wondered if she realized that the humiliation had made the orgasms better for her.

"I don't want you to see him anymore." I said coldly.

She did not say anything.

"Am I understood?" I said impatiently.

"But..." She said, breathing heavily.

I got really angry. Despite what I had just done for her, she STILL wanted to go see that guy again. I slapped the inside of her thigh.

She jumped against her bindings and grunted at the pain. I slapped her thigh again, leaving a pink mark.

"Owwwww!" she shouted.

I rained many slaps on her bound inner thighs, mostly up near her pussy, and down to about half way to her knees. She jerked and shuddered and whaled as I slapped her thighs.

"NNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" She screamed behind her clenched teeth and mouth as I spanked her directly on the pussy. I spanked her vulva six hard times until she finally begged me to stop.

"Please Master Pleeeeeeeeease!! She groaned. "Pleaasse Stop!"

"I said, I don't want you to see him anymore." I repeated..

"Yes, Master" she said weakly, completely spent. I left her bound and naked for a while. I went into the other room and reflected for a while.

I hated to admit this, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I just could not deny the fact that her affection for that James guy had really made me jealous.

This whole situation was making me struggle way more than it should have.

Imagine a Dom having such a petty little emotion like jealousy over his sub. Jealousy! It was unseemly and decidedly unDom-like. I just could not allow it to happen to me. I had to remain in complete control of this situation, of Jennifer, but most importantly, of myself.

I had to desensitize myself. I had to control this. I would desensitize myself by allowing other people to see her, and maybe even touch her.

Once again I would enlist the help of my friend and former roommate: Scott Chadwick.

* * * * * * * *

I told Jennifer to come to my apartment that Saturday morning. She had worn her SLUT earrings that day without me reminding her. I noticed that she had sounded surprised when I told her just to wear sweats, sneakers, and regular cotton underwear that day. She probably figured, with more than a bit of horror, that I would be providing some sort of insidiously kinky outfit for her to wear that day. Of course, she figured correctly.

After the obligatory strip and blowjob, I told her to get up and shower. By that time she had her own drawer in my bathroom with all of her shampoos and lotions and things. I heard the shower start as I poured myself a cup of coffee.

I still really enjoyed watching Jennifer shower. She had such a beautiful body. I loved watching the soapy water run down her taut belly and thighs. She looked so graceful as she leaned back, sticking her pert breasts out as she squeezed the shampoo from her long dark hair.

But she hated it when I watched her shave her pussy. I don't think she really liked having a bald pussy at all. To be truthful, I did not care to see bald pussies myself, I preferred to see a nice trim little bush on a woman, but this was one of the few things to which she had NOT yet become accustomed. Shaving her pussy, especially while I watched her, still made her feel like a slut.

But today I was not going to watch her shower and shave. It would probably just turn me on again and then I would have to cum again, and then she would have to shower again and well, we just did not have that much time. We had to leave in the next fifteen minutes, and she still needed to dry off, do her hair and makeup, and get dressed. As I sipped my steamy coffee, I retrieved the bright yellow, plastic UCLA bag from the closet.
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"What's that?" she asked, as she stood wrapped in one of my towels, combing her wet hair.

"It's a bag from the UCLA bookstore." I replied.

"I can see that" she said. "What's in it?"

"Your outfit for the day." I said.

"Are we going somewhere?" she asked, sounding a little worried.

"Yes" I said. "We are going to Scott's place to watch the game. And you, my dear, are going to support your team by wearing this." From out of the bag I revealed a skimpy UCLA cheerleader costume.

I grinned proudly. She rolled her eyes slightly, and slumped back into the bathroom. She knew me and she knew that occasionally I would make her do silly things like this. The cheerleader outfit, skimpy as it was, was not even close to some of the other stuff I had made her wear. Besides that, she knew Scott fairly well by that time, and had been to his place before. It was all part of the routine. Even the baby blue UCLA bra and thong panties did not seem to faze her.

Jennifer was a UCLA undergrad. I think she was a little angry with me because I was forcing her to miss the UCLA/USC football game, which she had planned to attend with her friends. The two schools are big cross-town rivals, and the annual game was a big event for fans, undergrads and alumni alike.

Despite the fact that I was a grad student and TA at UCLA, I had been an undergrad at USC. Most of my best friends were USC Trojans.

Scott was one of my best friends from USC. He knew all about my relationship with Jennifer. He had seen her naked and even seen her cum. And speaking of pussy shaving, once he had actually shaved her pussy himself, as I watched, on the dining room table of his apartment. I am sure that the thought of prancing around a couple of USC guys in a cheerleader outfit was somewhat embarrassing for Jennifer, but it was not nearly as bad as it could have been.

I made her tie her hair back into a ponytail with a UCLA hair ribbon. I also made her apply temporary UCLA tattoos to her face and biceps, as well as a smiling cartoon bear tattoo on the middle of her right ass cheek.

I had purchased a pair of white patent leather high-heeled boots for her to wear. I was probably spending too much money on this. But the boots really made the outfit.

Still, the outfit did not seem to bother her very much. After all, Scott and I had already seen her wearing a lot less. So what if she looked silly in front of us? So what if she had to bring us beers and snacks while we watched the game and leered at her? She was reluctant but resigned. She had been through worse. She did not start to really panic until we were in the car. That is when I revealed that it would not just be Scott and me. This was actually going to be a party, and there would be other guests present to see her dressed as she was.

Scott had invited a few people, but unfortunately only two showed up. It was a couple: Scott's buddy Jason and his girlfriend Monique. I was disappointed at first; I had hoped to humiliate Jennifer in a room full of USC fans. Jason and Monique were very obviously shocked when I introduced Jennifer to them as my sex slave.

I knew their reaction would bother Jennifer. It would bother that part of her that sees herself as a strong, competent, and moral woman. But I also knew that it would enflame the passion of the Jennifer who was a submissive little slut.

But what I did not know then, was that having Monique there was the worst part for Jennifer. Being sexual with and in front of men was bad, but in front of another woman was just horrible. Monique got to see her dressed in a revealing yet ridiculous UCLA cheerleader costume. But this was only the beginning.

As it turned out, Monique was also Korean American. At one point, when she thought I was not listening, Monique said something to Jennifer in Korean:

"Ahnyeong," She said "daangsin ui os eul joh ah."

Which I later learned meant, "Hi, I like your clothes". Jennifer blushed and looked at the floor. I could not hear Jennifer's response, but I think it was a muffled "Thank You"

Scott ushered us in the living area in front of his big plasma screen. The Game was on.

To be honest, I don't really follow football, but the USC/UCLA game was a big deal every year so I played along. There was always a party somewhere.

During the game, I delighted in having Jennifer perform for our guests. The look of distress on her face as she was forced to serve us was priceless. Jennifer fetched drinks and snacks for us. The Gorean training had come in handy. I chided her, criticized her. I made sure she served with beauty and with grace.

Jason and Monique were gradually becoming more used to my torments.

At first Monique just gasped or giggled whenever I commanded Jennifer to bring me a beer, or to fetch a bowl of pretzels to Scott. At one point, Monique said that she would like a bottle of water, insinuating that I should make Jennifer get it for her. Naturally I complied. Jennifer brought Monique a bottle of water and opened it for her.

Monique said "Why, thank you Jennifer"

"Hey she should really be thanking YOU." Scott said.

"For what?" Monique giggled.

"For the honor of serving you." Scott said with a grin.

"Oh! Ha Ha ... right!" Monique said. "Well ... maybe a curtsey will do for now."

Then it happened. It was subtle, but it clearly happened: Monique gave Jennifer an order.

"Curtsey for me Jennifer." She said.

Jennifer's face was a blaze with either anger or embarrassment, probably both. She closed her eyes and complied with a half-hearted quick little curtsey.

"C'mon Jennifer, you can do better than that." Scott laughed.

I had not seen her this mortified since the first day I blackmailed her. Not since that first moment in my office at school. It was that moment that she knew she would have to perform sexually for me.

She stood and drew one foot back behind her leg, and bent her knees as she gingerly pinched the hem of her skirt, and lowered her head in reverence.

"Nice." Scott laughed, "for a second I thought she was going to lift that skirt all the way up!"

"She will, if I tell her to." I said "Jennifer, show everyone your bear tattoo."

I heard Jennifer take a quick breath before she reluctantly turned around and raised her skirt showing her baby blue UCLA thong and bare ass cheeks, one of which featured a smiling cartoon bruin.

Just then Jason and Scott yelled suddenly at the television and jumped up from their seats. UCLA had scored the first touchdown of the game.

As the boys sat back down, disappointed, Scott said: "So, is it spanking time then?"

"What?" Jason asked.

"Dave said he was going to give Jennifer a spanking after every touchdown." Scott said, just as Jennifer walked back in the room.

I saw her eyes open wide as she glared at me. I had not told her about that little part of the plan. Actually I was not even sure I was going to do it. I had mentioned it to Scott earlier.

"No," I said. "She gets spanked whenever USC scores, not when UCLA scores. When the Trojans spank the bruins on the field, we spank the Bruin in the living room.

"Oh no!" Monique said, "She should get spanked when UCLA scores as a punishment for scoring. When USC scores she should have to take an article of clothing off or something"

Scott and Jason laughed and applauded. I agreed and commanded Jennifer to bend over with her palms on the coffee table.

I stood behind her as everyone watched intently. Scott and Jason watched in a sort of lascivious awe as I lifted Jennifer's little skirt over her narrow hips, exposing her perfectly toned ass. Monique's eyes sparkled and she pursed her lips trying not to smile too broadly. She was clearly enjoying this.

I felt an incredible rush of power. Jennifer was doing everything I commanded her to do without resistance. She simply obeyed humbly and allowed herself to be degraded in front of all of us.

"Okay Jennifer..." I said as I casually stroked her ass.

She did not respond.

"Jennifer?" I repeated firmly and gently patted her ass to get her attention.

She turned her head around toward me and feebly said "Yes, Sir?"

I noticed that she no longer had that bored expression on her face like she did back at my apartment. This was certainly NOT routine for her. I could see the tension between her eyebrows and the clear look of humiliated desperation in her watery eyes. I owned her completely. It was obvious to everyone and there was nothing, nothing she could do about it.

"Now Jennifer..." I spoke in a condescending tone as if I were talking to a child. "...Since UCLA scored six points, you are going to get six spanks. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir" her voice cracked a bit.

"And I want you to count each one." I said.

She hung her head in resignation. "Yes, Sir.

"Good girl" I said, placing my left hand on the small of her back and raised my right hand high. I brought it down, swiftly smacking her butt directly on the smiling cartoon bear tattoo. She flinched and gasped as the sound of the smack echoed in the high ceiling of Scott's apartment.

"One!" she whimpered.

I noticed that Scott and Jason were staring at Jennifer's upturned ass while Monique was on the other side of the table enjoying the distraught mortification in Jennifer's face. I saw Monique grin curiously.

"I think she should have to count in Korean for us." She said.

Wow. Ingenious. I would have never thought of making her count in the language in which she used to speak to her parents. Talk about forcing her to be present.

"Good idea Monique!" I said. "Let's hear the rest of the counts in Korean Jennifer."

* SWAP! *

"D—dool..." Jennifer stuttered

* SMACK! *

"Set!" She said.

* SWAP! * Her ass was so young and tight that it barely jiggled at all when spanked.

"N-net!" she shouted, reacting to the pain.

* SMACK! *

"D-dasot!"

Her ass was starting to turn pink.

* SWAPT! *

"YAH-sot!"

She sounded relieved. That must have been six. Her knees were starting to shake. One thing is for sure; Jennifer was not much of a pain slut. It had only been six spanks.

"Oh! Extra point!" Jason cried as UCLA scored the conversion. I had never imagined a Trojan could sound so happy after a Bruin score. "May I give it a try? Jason asked.

"NO!" Monique cried, "You aren't touching another girl's butt!"

"Okay fine, He said. You do it!"

"Ewww, NO!" She laughed.

Jennifer hung her head again, bent over in shame as we discussed her spanking.

Jason continued to cajole his girlfriend with Scott's help. Eventually, Monique conceded and agreed to spank Jennifer. Of course I had not said that I would allow it, but the thought of Jennifer being spanked by a girl ... was too good to pass up.

Monique casually approached Jennifer's waiting ass.

"Okay Jennifer," she smiled "Lets here you count it out loud!"

She reached up and spanked her quick, probably at about half the power as I had spanked her. But it was enough to make Jennifer cry a little. She whimpered the Korean word for seven, 'eelgot".

I allowed Jennifer to go in to the bathroom to freshen up. While she was gone Monique said she couldn't wait for USC to score. She wanted to see some skin! After the spanking, Monique was becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of Jennifer being forced into sexual servitude. And that was pretty hot.

Scott was thinking the same thing. He pulled me to the side and talked about allowing Monique to go further with Jennifer, he was thinking we might get a good lesbian BDSM show out of it.
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Monique was pretty cute, and the idea of her going at it with Jennifer was pretty hot, but I don't think Jennifer was quite ready for that, and who knows where Monique was coming from. I don't like not having control of a situation, but Scott was really pushing for it.

"C'mon Dave ... Be a Dom!" Scott prodded me.

But I would not allow it. Besides, Scott had no idea what it really meant to "be a Dom."

Jennifer came out again; her eyes were red and glassy. The game proceeded. When USC scored, Jennifer was forced to remove her top, then her skirt.

She was spanked three times after a UCLA field goal. I performed all three spankings.

After USC scored again I made her take off her bra. Scott and Jason marveled at her perky Asian breasts.

"Uh oh!" Monique giggled " a bit chilly in here Jennifer?" Jennifer's nipples were conspicuously erect. I know Jennifer hated how her nipples would get hard, belying her desire. I know she hated the fact that we could plainly see her arousal. But there it was.

Monique reached up and barely flicked Jennifer's erect left nipple. "Oohh" Monique cooed. "Those nipples are just BEGGING to be pierced."

She flcked the right nipple and Jennifer recoiled a bit. It was the tiniest of little flicks, but a girl had never touched Jennifer in a sexual way. It was obvious that she was mortified by the touch, but probably more so by the humiliation of her own obvious arousal.

"Look they are standing up like good little soldiers" Monique laughed. "Would you like to have your nipples pierced Jennifer?"

Jennifer froze. "N-no Ma'am." She stuttered.

I had never considered piercing Jennifer's nipples, but the look on her face when Monique mentioned it made me think about it. I liked the idea of turning this conservative, studious Asian girl into a trashy little slut, completely against her will. And if forced nudity and sex acts were becoming passé, then perhaps a piercing or two would give me that feeling of power that I craved.

On the next USC field goal I made her take off one boot. She had to hobble around on a single high-heeled boot wearing nothing but thong panties.

It was funny at first, but I could tell that everyone really just wanted to see her pussy.

The guys were dying, praying loudly for another field goal, touchdown, whatever. I could tell that they wanted to see Jennifer's pussy. And all Jennifer could do was stay quiet, and serve dutifully. But I know she silently prayed that no more scoring would take place and she would be allowed to maintain a scrap of dignity.

When the next touchdown came, I ordered her to take off her other boot, and her panties as well. The guys cheered and clapped. Jennifer glared at me, frozen.

"Do it." I said firmly

Jennifer closed her eyes and peeled off her panties, stepping out of them, more like she was in a locker room rather than a strip club. She stood up, and knew not to cover her pussy with her hands, despite the fact that every particle in her wanted to cover it up.

And we could see why.

Jennifer's labia had become both red and engorged. She was more aroused than any of us had guessed.

The guys applauded. Scott told her to walk back and forth like I had commanded on the first night in his apartment. It was a quick order and Jennifer obeyed.
"Hey now!" I said "Get your own" I did not like Scott muscling in on my sub. Although. I must admit, She did look good parading in the nude.

Monique asked Scott if he had any hot cocoa. He did, in the kitchen. I made Jennifer prepare it for Monique.

While Jennifer was in the kitchen, Jason asked me some basic beginner BDSM questions about why she was doing everything I told her to do. I decided not to tell them about the blackmail, and Scott knew not to bring it up.

As far as they knew, Jennifer was performing simply because she wanted to: because she was nothing but a submissive little slut and it simply turned her on to be used and degraded in front of others. Her hard nipples and swollen red pussy was evidence enough.

"Oh wait we have to fix something." Monique said and grasped a red Sharpie marker from the cup full of pens on Scott's desk.

She popped off the cap and carefully drew a big red circle around the temporary UCLA tattoos on Jennifer's biceps. She then drew a diagonal line through the circle to the cheers of Scott and Jason. Jennifer closed her eyes in shame as Monique carelessly wrote upon her bare skin.

"Oh! " Jason laughed, "draw a noose on the bear's neck."

USC undergrads used to buy these little Bruin teddy bears with nooses tied around their necks during the week of the UCLA game. They would drag them around campus as they walked in between classes. I always thought it was a bit morbid. And silly, but the freshman seemed to like them. I think the Black Student Union eventually complained about it.

Monique laughed, "What bear?"

"The one on her butt!" Scott shouted.

Monique touched the back of Jennifer's shoulder, indicating for her to turn and show her the temporary cartoon bear tattoo on her ass. Jennifer obeyed her and pivoted around to show her naked ass to Monique.

Monique balked. "I don't know how to draw a noose! You draw it." She said to Scott, who was sitting on the other side of the room.

"Send her over here with the pen." He said.

Monique gave Jennifer the pen and told her to take it to Scott.

"Wait." I said. "Jennifer, I want you to crawl to Scott. Hands and knees."

Jennifer looked at me in despair. Crawling naked in front of three guys and a girl may have been one of the most humiliating things she had been forced to do up to that point. She hesitated, and I glared at her. She reluctantly sank to her knees. As she went to place her palms on the ground, she was not sure what to do with the red marker in her hand.

"Here," Monique said, and took the pen from her and placed it to Jennifer's mouth.

Jennifer closed her eyes, and accepted the pen into her mouth. She held it like a dog holding a bone as she shamefully crawled on all fours to Scott, who was beaming on the other side of the room.

I stood near Monique's seat, and we could clearly see Jennifer's swollen glistening pussy lips as she crawled away from us.

Scott curtly removed the pen from her mouth and told her to turn around and stick her ass up. When she obeyed, I could clearly see the look of abject shame and degradation on her face. She looked at me briefly as she raised her hips for Scott to write on her.

Scott was smirking as he drew on her. He drew something on her left cheek, which I presumed was the noose for the bear. Then he took several moments and smiled as he drew something else on her right cheek. Jennifer had her head down and I could not see her reaction. I can only imagine how humiliating this must have been for her.

When he was done, Scott had Jennifer stand up and turn around to show us her ass. He had indeed drawn a very convincing cartoon noose around the bear's neck, and he had crossed out its eyes with X's.

On ther right ass cheek he had drawn one of USC's logos: an interlocking letter "S" and a letter "C' which stood for "Southern Cal". I had to admit, Scott was a fairly decent artist. It looked just like the USC logo.

I told Jennifer that she had to let Jason have turn writing on her. She replied with a feeble "Yes, Sir." I told Scott to send her to Jason with the pen. Jennifer got positioned to crawl and obediently opened her mouth for the pen. But Scott had a different idea. Instead of placing it in her mouth, he put his left hand on her lower back, and then, with his right hand, he penetrated her pussy with the marker. Jennifer gasped and her eyes popped open wide when she felt the violation.

I probably should not have allowed it. In fact, Jennifer looked right at me as if to question me; as if to say 'why are you letting him do this?!'

Scott slapped her ass and told her to crawl to Jason. "And you better not drop it!" He chided.

Jennifer crawled much more slowly and deliberately than she had before. I thought she would want to do it quickly to get it over with, but then I realized that it must have been difficult to hold a sharpie when her pussy was so wet.

Sure enough, we all heard the pen drop from her pussy and land on the floor. I made her turn around and pick it up with her mouth. I could see the dark red "SC" on her butt and I could hear the letters from the SLUT earrings scratch the floor as she retrieved the marker with her lips. It was horribly degrading ... and we all enjoyed watching it.

Eventually everyone wrote or drew something in red on Jennifer's nude body. Since her pussy was too wet, she was forced to get the pen wet with her saliva, and we would insert it into her rectum. She had to crawl from person to person with the red sharpie sticking straight out of her ass. At least she did not drop it again.

In the end, she had the word SLUT written across her chest just above her breasts. The words "UCLA sucks " were written across her abdomen. Below that Scott drew a clever little cartoon bear, but he made Jennifer's belly button the bear's mouth, so it looked like the bear was making an "o" shape with its mouth, as if ready to suck a cock. It was pretty funny. You probably had to be there.

She had the bad words and other rude drawings all over her body. She was mortified and embarrassed and looked completely pathetic. But I must say, she still looked good. She especially looked good crawling on her hands and knees. Her the shape of her ass with her waist and hips was just perfect. It was a perfect curvature. I would be making her crawl a lot more often after that.

Jason asked about the Gorean stuff. I sighed; I did not want to get into all the details of Gor. So instead, I offered to show off some commands.

First I made her assume Nadu, the kneeling position next to me.

I talked about her palm placement and her posture, pointing things out like she was a prized animal or a dog at a dog show. We all stood around her, impressed with her obedience.

Scott was a little more crude, suggesting that it was a perfect position for oral sex. Jennifer stared straight ahead, terrified at the prospect of having to suck cock in front of others.

I thought about this. Although I liked the idea of Jennifer performing for everyone's amusement, I must admit that I was a bit self-conscious about whipping my cock out in front of everyone. And there is NO way that I was going to allow her to give Scott or Jason a blowjob. But, the pressure was on, so I had to think of something.

I remembered the large industrial style dining room table where we shaved her I made her climb up on the table. Everyone gathered around it as I commanded Jennifer to kneel in Nadu position atop the table under the bright overhead lights.

I made her perform Nadu, Bara and She-Sleen positions. For some reason, She Sleen - the position in which she must be an all-fours as she thrusts up her ass like an animal in heat – seemed to bother her the most.

That expression on her face, that look of complete mortification and defeat...it haunts me when I think about it. But at that time I was getting drunk with power, and I pushed her further by issuing the 'Entice' command.

This was the command I had invented. This was the command in which she was forced to rotate and gyrate her ass, as if attempting to entice a mate by physically begging to be mounted.

It was dehumanizing, but she did it. Jennifer reluctantly swayed her hips and gently thrusted her ass in small circles for us. But, I could tell that I was losing her. The mortified expression on her face was becoming blanker, more distant. This is what happens when the sub separates her self by creating a psychological shell. She was beginning to have some dissonance between Jennifer Kim, and the naked girl on the table lewdly humping the air on her hands and knees.
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I was not ready to allow her to leave. I wanted her, the genuine, actual Jennifer to be present. I started using her name in every sentence. "That's it Jennifer...", "Move those hips, Jennifer..." "Good girl Jennifer".

I decided she needed to turn over, and see the faces of her audience. I commanded her to assume the Sula position on the table. Sula is the position in which she was to lay on her back with her legs spread and her engorged bald pussy was exposed for everyone to see.

"Keep your eyes open, Jennifer" I commanded. I wanted her to see our faces. I wanted her to see our eyes as we examined her nudity. I wanted to see the smirk on Monique's face, and the hunger in Jason and Scott's.

But Jennifer just opened her eyes and looked straight up and the bright lights above.

"Sula-Ki, Jennifer!" I barked.

She obeyed by slowly raising her hips off the table with her legs spread. Scott was standing at the head of the table and had a perfect view of her exposed pussy as she raised it.

"Now... look at Scott in the face, and ask him what he thinks of your pussy." I said.

I heard Jennifer take a long slow gasp.

"Look him in the eye and ask him." I said, "and don't forget to address him as 'Sir'".

She bent her head forward, looking at him in the eyes with her pussy up in the air before him.

"Say it Jennifer." I said firmly.

"W-what do you think of my p-pussy, Sir" she asked weakly.

"It's lovely." Scott grinned.

"Manners, Jennifer." I said.

"Thank you Sir." She said to him.

"Your Welcome Jennifer" He replied.

"Now ask Jason." I said "And look him in the eyes."

She turned her head to face Jason. He raised his eyebrows, not sure what to say.

"What do you think of my ... my pussy, Sir?" She asked.

"It's (ahem) very nice Jennifer." Jason replied.

"Thank you, sir." She said.

"Now ask Monique." I commanded.

I knew his was the worst part for her. That's why I saved it for last. Her legs were starting to strain. She was beginning to perspire. She sniffled. The tears were coming back. Jennifer turned her head to face the only other girl in the room.

"What do you think of my pussy ... Ma'am?" She asked.

"Well ... " Monique took a casual sip of her hot cocoa and smiled. "It's okay I guess. It's wet and excited, but I would really have to see the clit if I had to make a good assessment."

"Wow." I thought to myself. "What a great idea." Jennifer closed her eyes, not sure how to reply.

"Put your ass back down Jennifer, Back to Sula." I ordered.

She did as she was told, and her legs began to close reflexively.

"Keep them spread, Jennifer" I said, using her name in every sentence. "Is Monique correct Jennifer? Is your pussy excited?"

"NO Sir!" Jennifer said sharply in a surprising moment of defiance.

"Wow!" Scott said. "Losing your touch Dave?"

"Well let's see Jennifer. Reach down and open your pussy lips for us." I commanded.

She closed her eyes tightly and did not move her hands.

"NOW, Jennifer!"

She started crying softly as she slowly reached toward her pussy. She really hated this. I could tell she hated this.

Her hands froze just around the perimeter of her vulva. She was sobbing now.

Jason and Monique watched her with great interest. Scott was looking at me. He was looking at me as if to ask what's wrong? Why isn't she obeying you?

This made me mad.

"Open up Jennifer." I said, getting impatient. "Let's see it."

Jennifer reluctantly touched the swollen lips of her pussy and slowly, but gingerly spread them, revealing the glistening pink of her vagina, and the surprisingly long and erect clitoris standing tall and proud.

"Now THAT little solider is practically begging for a clit ring!" Monique smirked.

A pierced clit seemed too far, but Jennifer had that panicked look of despair on her reddened face.

"We should invite Jay over." Scott said.

"The tattoo guy?" Jason asked.

"Yeah." Scott said. "He is licensed to do piercings and he has his own tattoo gun. He did a cool looking Trojan on Max's arm."

"Oh that's right!" Jason said.

"He is the one with the really cute girlfriend," Monique added.

I said nothing for a moment, contemplating piercings and tattoos. Our buddy Jay could bring his stuff right over there to Scott's place. He could pierce her and tattoo her right here. I liked the idea of marking her as my property. Maybe I should get my initials tattooed on her ass to mark my territory.

The problem is that he probably would not do it if Jennifer screamed for him to stop. If it was non-consensual, Jay definitely wouldn't do it. I had to think about this.

Jennifer continued to lie on the table, holding her pussy lips open for us to see.

"Dave," Monique said, snapping me out of my momentary trance." I really think Jennifer would like some stimulation." She motioned towards Jennifer's exposed clit.

"Your right," I said. "Jennifer, rub your clit with your fingers."

She kept her eyes closed and did not react.

"Come on Jennifer. Lets see you masturbate for us." I said, almost angrily.

She didn't move.

"NOW goddammit!" I slapped her thigh hard, leaving a pink hand impression.

She just couldn't do it. She could not lie there and masturbate in front of all of us. I could not believe this. She was not going to fall apart on me here, in front of everyone.

"What's wrong Dave?" Scott asked, implying that I was not in control of the situation.

I bent down close to Jennifer's head and whispered into her ear. "If you don't start rubbing your fucking clit right now, you will get the punishment of your life right here in front of everyone, and I will let Scott and Jason fuck you while Monique watches."

Jennifer took a long breath and gently began rubbing her clit.

We could all see her blush growing throughout her naked body.

Her finger motions were slow and mechanical. She was rubbing up and down, but she was barely applying any pressure. It was like she was trying NOT to pleasure herself too much.

Of course she wouldn't want to pleasure herself, not in front of all of us. Being naked, and performing for everyone was bad enough, but to allow us to see her experience sexual pleasure, or god forbid an orgasm was way too much. Having a girl present was especially embarrassing for her.

We watched silently for a moment. The only sound was the slight jingling of Jennifer's SLUT earrings, and an occasional gasp of a sob.

Then one of the hottest things I have ever seen took place. Monique, with her cocoa in her right hand, one hand, reached forward with her left hand and places her fingers atop Jennifer's as she masturbated.

"Come on now," Monique said. "You will never finish if you don't press hard."

Not only was this a shock - considering that Monique had to be cajoled just to spank her earlier – but somehow it felt to me like it was a slight a breach of protocol or something. Jennifer was MY sub, and I don't think Monique should have touched her like that without my permission. I had let the earlier nipple-flicking slide, but sustained genital contact seemed like too much.

I probably should have said something, or I should have stopped her. But it was just so hot. Monique is a good looking girl, to see her rubbing Jennifer's pussy, as Jennifer lay there naked and squirming in resistance was so unbelievably hot, it was simply surreal. It felt like all of the blood in my brain went straight to my cock. I was fully erect, and not thinking straight.

Jennifer put her other hand on Monique's to stop her, or at least slow her down

I reached forward and took each of Jennifer's wrists in my hands. I stood at one end of the table and stretched her arms way above her head. She was struggling hard to pull her hands free of mine, but I was too strong for her.

Jennifer closed her legs, squeezing Monique's hand between her thighs.

I looked at Scott and Jason and motioned with my head to her legs. They understood immediately. Scott and Jason stood on either side of the table and each took hold of one of her legs. The each had a hand around one of her knees, and one hand at one of her ankles. Monique moved to the gynecologist position at the other end of the table. She stood right between Jennifer's spread legs and looked down at her aching pussy, which was forced open wide by the two men. Monique took a casual sip of cocoa, and again reached for Jennifer's hungry clit.

Jennifer closed her eyes as Monique's rhythmic rubbings continued. It made a sloshing sound in the wetness of her pussy. She was mercilessly persistent. I'm not sure, but she may have been fucking her with his index and middle fingers while simultaneously stimulating her clit with his thumb.

I looked down at Jennifer's face. Her eyes were closed tightly. I could hear and see the struggle she was putting up. I actually liked having someone else pleasure her while I watched, as if she was doing it for my amusement. So I stood there, watching, fascinated by the expressions on Jennifer's face.

I couldn't quite place the emotion I saw. Her face muscles were tightened. She alternated between closing her eyes tightly to a fixed gaze straight up at the ceiling. It was almost as if she were trying to concentrate on something... some fixed point in the distance.

"There we go" Monique said soothingly to Jennifer. "Just let it all come out"

Oh that was it: Jennifer was showing resolve. She was resolved not to cum, and she was struggling between the building climax in her body, and her overwhelming desire not to have an orgasm in front of us. Jennifer was using every ounce of discipline and will power she could produce just to avoid having an orgasm. She did not want us, especially Monique, to see her cum on the table.

Monique continued to masturbate the helpless, straining girl.

It was bad enough to be stripped naked, spanked written upon, and humiliated in front of three guys and another girl. I am sure that Jennifer thought it could not get any worse than serving them, curtsying to them and performing tricks for them like a trained animal. But a climax would be much, much worse for her. An orgasm would be like a capitulation, like an acknowledgement that she really did enjoy the whole thing and that she enjoyed it and took part in it as a willing, and even eager participant.

I could see it on her face. Sweat glistening, hair mussed cheeks tear-stained, Jennifer had a steel determination. She started to groan as her body tensed. I could see the muscles in her legs, her abs, her shoulders and arms all flexing as she physically tried to repress the billowing rage within her, straining like an overinflated balloon inside her. I really admired her strength. I really did.

But despite her truly valiant effort, Monique coaxed it out of her, and her orgasm came hard and suddenly like the snap of a slingshot. All that resistance she had displayed had only made it worse, more intense.

Her groan darted up an octave to a muffled shriek. It was one of those jarring shrieks that told us she had completely lost control of herself. Her pelvis tightened and bucked involuntarily.

Then, in a surprise that stunned all of us ... especially Jennifer ... she ejaculated.

Monique yanked her hand away as fluid shot from Jennifer's vagina and audibly splattered on the steel-topped table. She continued to groan loudly in despair as she closed her eyes tight and the juice squirted out of her for more than a full second. I had never seen anything like it.
She bucked and thrusted slightly as the ejaculation subsided and her orgasm waned. She sobbed loudly. There was a moment when the only sound was her sobs and the din of the TV still on in the next room.

"Woa!" Jason yelled. "Did she pee?!"

"No," Monique said as she wiped her hand off with a paper napkin. "She ejaculated. It happens to some women when they are really, REALLY turned on."

"Ejaculated?" Jason was puzzled "She came like a guy?"

"Sorta." Scott said.

"I didn't know girls could do that!" Jason said "That totally looked like PEE to me!"

"Nope," Scott said touching the puddle with his index finger and bringing it to his nose for a sniff, "Its ejaculate."

By that time I'd say the crowd was worked up. The guys talked about having sex with Jennifer. Surprisingly, Monique did not seem completely opposed to Jason fucking Jennifer as long as she could watch. That was a quick turn around from earlier when she did not want him to even touch her ass to spank her. I'm not sure what changed, but at that point I think that Monique no longer saw Jennifer as a potential threat to her relationship. She saw Jennifer as a toy, something to be played with, or to be used. Jason clearly wanted to fuck her. I can only imagine what Scott wanted.

But I would not allow any of it. I know Jennifer would fuck all of them if I commanded her to do so. This may sound strange, but I felt somewhat protective of my Jennifer. Others could look at her, maybe even touch her, but her heart and soul belonged to me. Only I would be allowed to have her. I can't believe I am saying that now. And I did not realize at the time that my feelings had grown so deep.

It was Clear that Jason and Monique were turned on; when they left they hardly even said goodbye. I hoped that they appreciated what I had done for them. They were going to go home and have amazing sex all because of my generosity. Unfortunately for Scott, he would be alone tonight. He would probably be jacking off thinking about me and Jennifer. I had to get her back to my place quickly. I needed to fuck her again.

Jennifer did not speak at all on the drive home. But, as soon as we got through the door of my apartment, a strange thing occurred. Without an order or even an implied suggestion, Jennifer turned toward me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me.

The kiss was deep and passionate, and entirely consensual. Actually it was more than consensual. She was not merely willing: she wanted it. She wanted me.

Was she into me? She was into me. She was passionate, almost aggressive. I thought back to how she ignored me in class, and had mechanical sex she had with me so she could get it over with and be with someone else. Now she only wanted to be with me.

We made love that night. It was consensual, straightforward sex: No orders, No humiliation, just sex. Kissing, fondling, sex. I can't describe how it felt. It was just transcendent joy. I felt connected to her in a way that I have never felt connected to another human being.

And I would never feel like that again.
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It was not even a week later, on a day that I did not usually see her, when I ran into Jennifer at the Kerkoff Coffee house on campus. She was with a group of friends and they were all ordering lattes or something.

I said a quick hello, and she gave me an uncomfortable "Hi" and looked away from me. She then looked back to me to ask how I was and ask if we are going to have a review session for the final.

I know that Jennifer did not want these two worlds of hers to collide. She definitely did not want all her little friends to have any idea that this older white guy had sexually enslaved her and that he was using her and humiliating her on a regular basis. However, she knew she could not just ignore me. She was afraid that I might actually do or say something to embarrass her in front of her friends. She knew I had the power to completely humiliate her.

So although her initial instinct was to turn away from me, she quickly turned back to engage me, and make up some irrelevant topic to discuss. But it was clear, very clear to me, that she did not really want me there.

It was at that moment that I noticed something that thoroughly enraged me: Jennifer was not wearing her hoop earrings. She saw my eyes look toward her earlobes and then back to her eyes. She looked a little panicked, but she was trying not to show it.

"What happened to your earrings?" I asked loudly so her friends could hear.

"They um..." she stammered, "They did not really go with this outfit."

"Hmm." I did not break eye contact "Why don't you come by my place tonight. We are having a study group."

"I have uh ... " she shifted her weight "... this thing tonight. It's important"

I smiled "More important than ****"

"Ha ha" she tried a fake laugh.

I stopped smiling "Cancel it." I said.

She looked at me, shocked that I would talk to her like that in front of her friends, but she knew I was serious, and she knew I was not afraid of escalating it.

The color drained from her face.

She quickly regained her composure and did another fake-laugh. "Ha ha okay FINE!" She said, "If you are going to be mean about it!"

I smiled again. "You have the address right"?

"Yes" she said as she tried to rejoin her friends.

"Then I'll see you tonight. 8pm."

She went off with the rest of the girls. I could tell that her friends did not like me, but I did not care. I was furious at her for not following my commands.

* * *

Later that day I got a call from Scott. He was asking me a bunch of questions about BDSM. Apparently he had met a girl that turned out to be a submissive, and he wanted to know how to handle her.

I talked to him for a while, and gave him some websites to explore, but I was not really focused on the conversation.

"Dave, are you listening?" he said, "You seem distracted."

"Oh. Sorry." I said. "It's Jennifer."

"Is she there with you?" He asked

"What? No." I said. "I saw her today and she pissed me off. It's nothing."

"What did she do?"

"She disobeyed me."

"Disobeyed you!?" He sarcastically feigned outrage.

"I told her that she had to wear these hoop earrings in public at all times." I said. "I bumped into her today, and she was not wearing them."

"Wow" he said, "What are you going to do about it?"

"I am not sure yet" I said.

"You will have to punish her." He said.

"Yes I know" I said, annoyed. We talked for a while about punishment and obedience. I was still angry. I remained unfocused on the conversation, and somehow agreed to meet him and his new sub, Lacy. Scott agreed to bring Lacy over to my place that night. At least I would not have to drive all the way downtown.

Of course Jennifer was scheduled to appear at my place as well, so it was going to be one twisted little double date. I decided that I would punish Jennifer in front of Scott and Lacy. I think getting punished in front of a girl would be especially humiliating for Jennifer.

* * *

Scott and Lacy showed up at my place around 8. Lacy turned out to be a very cute girl. She was a fair skinned Asian, Chinese I think, with dark hair, a pleasant smile and perfect teeth. Scott had a thing for Asian girls, and being a dental student, he also had a thing for nice teeth. I remembered making a joke to Scott about going out and getting his own Asian slave girl. Well, I have to give him credit: he actually went out and did it.

Lacy seemed confidant, self-assured. She wore a short denim jacket over a patterned tank top and a thin black skirt, slightly above the knees. Her straight black hair was thick and shiny. It fell just beyond her shoulders. I glanced quickly at her body as I showed them both in. She was thin and petite of course, but slightly shorter and curvier than Jennifer. Her calves were rounded like she was a runner or a soccer player.

She asked me a lot of questions about BDSM, like I was some kind of expert. Or like she was probing to find out how much I knew. It was like she was politely testing my knowledge of the scene. I thought it was a little forward for a sub, but I did not mind.

Jennifer arrived shortly afterward, clearly surprised at seeing Scott and this new girl Lacy.

"I like your hair." Lacy said to her, trying to be friendly.

"Thanks" Jennifer said softly and looked at the ground.

"Oh cool earrings!" Lacy exclaimed. "They spell 'slut'! How cool where'd you get those?"

"Um ... downtown somewhere ..."

"Alright Jennifer. Strip." I said firmly, without concealing my anger with her.

Jennifer looked startled at first, and then she closed her eyes and blushed. She knew that I was not going to go easy on her and no matter how embarrassing it was, she would have to strip naked right there in my living room in front of the three of us.

She removed her clothes slowly and reluctantly. First kicked off her shoes before she unzipped her UCLA hoodie, revealing a black cotton short-sleeved top. She closed her eyes and inhaled as she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, She stepped out of her jeans and set them aside. She was obviously uncomfortable with the way Lacy was leering at her. I did not know if Lacy was bisexual, but she really seemed to enjoy the painful little show that Jennifer was compelled to perform for us.

She was down to her black satin and lace panty and bra set. Jennifer knew I liked black lingerie. She had worn it just for me. I told to Lacy that she could play with Jennifer for a while as Scott and I talked in the kitchen. I told her that she could do whatever she wanted with Jennifer, just as long as she made sure that she had finished taking off her clothes, so that she was completely naked by the time we came back.

Scott and I went into the kitchen. I was still furious. He asked me what I was going to do to her.

"I'm not sure yet" I said.

"Are you going to spank her? Whip her?" He asked.

"Probably"

"But you have spanked her before." He said.

"Yeah? So?"

"So it doesn't mean anything to her." He said. "She knew she would be punished if she didn't wear the hoops, but she didn't care."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you gotta make SURE she wears them all the time, or she's just going to take them off when you aren't around. What does she have to lose? So she gets another spanking. So what? You gotta make the earrings permanent"

"How?" I asked.

"With this" He picked up the small black case he had walked in with.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's a soldering iron" he smiled. "We could solder the hoops in her earlobes. She would not be able to take them off. Ever."

I looked at him, stunned. "A soldering iron?"

"Well," he continued, "Not unless she got herself a pair of wire cutters or something.

"Are you insane?"

"What? We can do it."

"That's soldering."

"Yeah."

"That's melted metal."

"Yeah."

"On her ear."

"No... No listen ... its COLD soldering. It won't touch her skin."

"Cold soldering?"

"Yeah. I mean of course it gets hot enough to melt, but only for three seconds. It cools instantly. And since the hoop is three inches or so, it will not be close enough to her skin. She won't feel anything."

"Well ... I don't think she brought her regular hoops." I said "And we aren't going to solder on the SLUT earrings. That will push her too far."

"Well I have these" Scott produced four or five stiff pieces of silver wire. "These are orthodontic crossbars. And with this little device here I can bend them into a perfect circle.

I watched as he fed the wire into the little grey device and he instantly bent the wire into a perfect three-inch ring. "Now" he said, watch this." He plugged the soldering iron in. There was about an inch or so extra wire, that he snipped off with his wire cutters, and we had a perfect little silver hoop. Then he pinched the hoop with his thumb and forefinger. He soldered the ring closed, counted to three, then he presented it to me to touch. I could not feel any heat at all. My god, this would totally work.

"What made you think to bring a soldering iron to my house?" I asked.

"I was just thinking about how to make sure she kept her earrings on, when it came to me." He said. "I use a soldering iron for my electrical stuff., and there are plenty of these crosswires sitting around at school."

I told him to bend two more hoops, and I went to check on Jennifer and Lacy.

Giving Jennifer to Lacy was like giving a ball of yarn to a cat.

I watched for a moment as Lacy had her fun with Jennifer.

Lacy was having Jennifer pose like a model in her underwear. Whether she was bisexual or not, Lacy the submissive seemed to be enjoying herself playing a dominant role.

"You are very beautiful." She said to Jennifer, almost timidly.

"Thank you ma'am."

"Very sexy."

"Thank you ma'am." Jennifer blushed again when she noticed that Scott and I were watching.
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"I like your bra, its lovely." Lacy said.

"Thank you Ma'am."

"Take it off, please."

Jennifer blinked and looked at her.

"Now, please Jennifer."

I could see that wanted to cry as she unfastened the front of the bra, and Lacy reached forward to fondle her breasts.

"Such lovely skin." Lacy cooed.

"Thank you Ma'am." Jennifer closed her eyes as she stood there helplessly being fondled by the beautiful girl.

"Now turn around for me. Goood." Lacy spoke softly yet firmly. I was impressed with her tone.

"Now bend over and grab your pretty little ankles for me."

Jennifer obeyed and bent over. Her ass looked amazing in the black silk thong. I could feel myself getting hard.

"Ah-ah ... keep your knees straight. That's it. Ass up please. Oh yes, that is quite lovely. Oh lets see you spread your legs wider for me, please. No, wider. There we go."

Lacy placed her left palm on the small of Jennifer's back, just above her ass, then she reached forward gingerly with her right hand, pulled the thong to one side, and carefully placed her fingers in Jennifer's pussy.

Jennifer gasped and tensed up her legs and reflexively clenched her ass. But Lacy's fingers were already in.

"Oooo! look how wet my little princess is!" Lacy turned to me. "Oh my gosh look David! Look she even has goose bumps on her ass! She really loves this!"

"Yes she does." I said.

Jennifer was mortified.

"She is beautifully submissive...a true natural. You are a lucky man!"

"Yes I am." I smiled.

"Aren't you princess?" She slapped Jennifer's ass playfully.

"Yes... Ma'am." I heard Jennifer's voice crack a bit. It was as if she was starting to cry. She hadn't cried for me in a very long time. This must have been excruciatingly humiliating for her.

Lacy pumped her fingers in and out very slowly. She guided Jennifer's hips with her other hand. "c'mon princess, push back on mama's fingers. That's it. Thaaat's it.

Jennifer was know thrusting her ass back and forth as best she could with what little leverage she had while standing bent over grabbing her ankles. I could hear her sniffling as she struggled to fuck herself on Lacy's long slender fingers. It was spectacular.

Watching Jennifer get dominated by someone else was a different experience for me. I could see her whole body straining, struggling to maintain balance. I could see her striving to feel more pleasurable friction as she desperately fucked herself. While at the same time, completely mortified at her own vulgar display.

I could see her long ponytail fall over the top of her head, exposing the back of her neck. The intricate muscles in her back flexed and contracted. Jennifer's breasts were the smallish and firm but bent over like this, they had a nice gentle sway as her body rocked back and forth.

Finally I interrupted. Jennifer looked over at me in horror. She knew her real punishment was about to begin. She closed her eyes and let out an unintentional whine as Lacy removed her fingers.

I commanded Jennifer to stand to her feet. My tone was angry, and I could tell by her blush that she was embarrassed to be taking an order from me in front of Lacy, but she obeyed dutifully.

I made her turn to face us, drop her panties to the ground and had her stand there for a moment, completely naked. Just like before at Scott's place, we could all see that Jennifer's mons pubis had become red, and her labia were plump and swollen. Her pussy swelled up so nicely when she became aroused. With her pussy completely shaved, she knew that we could see it. We could see how the humiliation had aroused her. There was nothing she could do to hide it. I wanted her to feel her enslavement and I wanted the anticipation of the punishment to build. I made her stand there for a while.

"Damn," Scott said, "they looked hot together. We should make them get it on. Put on a little show for us."

Lacy smiled and raised her eyebrow. Jennifer looked straight ahead and took a breath.

"Maybe someday, but not today." I said. "Little Miss Kim has been a very bad girl."

Jennifer closed her eyes, furrowed her brow, and crossed her forearms in front of her belly.

"And she deserves to be punished."

Seeing Jennifer standing bent over had given me an idea. It was something I had fantasized about before, but now I had the tools and the opportunity to actually do it.

I got the wooden footstool from the kitchen and my cordless drill. I drilled a hole in the middle of the stool's seat. I got a long deck screw from the plastic box in my junk drawer, and the large pink rubber dildo from the bag of stuff I bought at the adult store downtown. I inserted the screw upward from under the seat and into the base of the dildo, so that the dildo stood straight up from the middle of the stool.

Jennifer looked at it in horror. It was obvious that she would have to sit on the stool, and fuck herself on the dildo.

But I surprised her again. Instead of sitting on the stool, I made her stand and bend forward over the stool. Instead of grabbing her ankles, she had to grab the sides of the stools seat, with the dildo standing straight up, inches from her face. Once she was steady, I commanded her to give the big pink dildo a nice, wet blowjob.

Lacy watched intensely as Jennifer leaned forward to wrap her lips around the head of the pink rubber phallus.

"Show our guests what a good little cocksucker you are Jennifer." I said.

Jennifer closed her eyes again and bobbed her head up and down on the dildo. I had to remind her to keep her ass up and her knees straight. She looked incredible from that distance. She was bent over and straining to keep her balance. She gripped the sides of the stool so tightly, that the muscles on the back of her hands flexed and danced. Every curve of her fair, lithe body was concentrated on performing the blowjob on the dildo, wile simultaneously struggling to stand upright, She had to spread her stance a bit to maintain he balance which offered a perfect view of her pink-lipped pussy from behind.

As she sucked on the dido and shifted her weight uncomfortably, I went into the bedroom to get the black leather flogger from the same bag as before.

I stood behind her as she stood bent over, naked and servicing the dildo.

I raised the flogger high and whipped her gorgeous little butt.

Jennifer let out a high-pitched "Hmmmmph!" around the dildo. as the leather straps snapped across her vulnerable flesh.

I flogged her two more times. There were pink stripes on Jennifer's bare ass almost immediately. She paused for a moment to collect herself, but then without being told, Jennifer continued the rhythmic sucking of the dildo, which was now wet and shiny from her saliva.

"You were a bad girl Jennifer." I said. "You did not wear your earrings as I had instructed. I whipped her again. She whined pathetically with her lips still around the dildo, bobbing up and down like a good little slave: submissive and eager to please.

I flogged her a few more times while scolding her. Her SLUT earrings were jingling a constant reminder to her of what she was, and what she had done. Her cheeks and back began to glisten slightly as she strained to keep her composure while sucking the dildo and simultaneously being flogged.

I noticed that Lacy was watching with a slight smile on her face. But Scott looked as if he was studying me, and my actions instead of Jennifer's struggle. I told him to get the hoops he had made.

I ordered Jennifer to stop to take off her SLUT earrings and hand them to Lacy. After she did as she was told, I made her bend over again. But instead of having her suck on the dildo, I made her hold still while I threaded the hoop through the hole in her left earlobe.

"Hold still Jennifer." I said. "Don't move at all."

She froze. "Now I am going to solder these together, so be careful not to move at all" I said. "I wouldn't want to scar that beautiful skin of yours."

I pinched the hoop together so that the ends of the wire touched as far away from her skin as possible. I motioned for Scott to begin the soldering.

It only took a second, and then three seconds to cool. We repeated the process on the other ear. Other than a bit of a tug on her earlobe, Jennifer did not feel a thing.

"Now keep sucking that cock, slut." I said. "Get it nice and wet."

I am not sure if she realized that the hoops had really been soldered on, and that there was no way for her to remove them at all.

"Faster." I said and spanked her naked ass with my bare hand. She increased her pace, but did not go as deep.

"Get it wetter." I spanked her again. She whined with the dildo in her mouth, straining her jaw and stretching her lips. The dildo was wet and shined with her saliva.

"Stop." I said and grabbed her by the bicep, forcing her to stand upright. I line of saliva stretched from the head of the dildo to her lower lip as she stood. Jennifer looked to see if Lacy was watching her. She was.

I made Jennifer stand facing Scott and Lacy. She stood over the stool with the dildo standing upward pointing at her pussy, just 12 to 14 inches away. The expression on her face was a mix of embarrassment and dread. She knew what she was going to have to do. "Jennifer," I said calmly. "I want you to squat down and touch your pussy to the tip of the dildo, but do not let it penetrate."

The embarrassed dread expression intensified. "Yes, Master."

She began to squat, we could see her thigh muscles flex as she lowered herself to the tip of the dildo. She breathed hard, hissing air through her clenched teeth.

"Now Jennifer, you understand that you are not to remove your earrings again, right?

"Yes Master" She squeaked, her face twisting out of discomfort and shame.

"Good. Now tell me; did it feel good to have Lacy's fingers in your pussy?"

Jennifer's eyes popped open wide. Lacy smiled.

"Y -- yes Master."

"How good?"

"Um. Very good Master."

"On a scale of 0 to 10... 0 being no feeling at all, 9 being an orgasm, and 10 being a squirting orgasm like you had on Scott's dining room table..."
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Scott snickered. Jennifer looked mortified.

I continued, "... how would you rate the feeling that Lacy's fingers gave you?"

She looked confused.

"0 to 10, Jennifer. how would you rate it?"

"Um .. uh ... uh ..."

"Yes?"

" A six Master?"

"aww!" Lacy said. She and Scott laughed.

Jennifer's quadriceps started shaking as she squatted.

"Okay, that will be a good benchmark. Now, I want you to lower yourself, slowly, on to the dildo." She knew it was coming, but she still closed her eyes in shame as she reluctantly reached down with her right hand to spread her labia enough to allow the dildo to penetrate her. She gasped.

"That's it. Slowly."

The dildo was longer and thicker than my own cock. Considering the fact that she had only dated Asian guys before me, this may have been the biggest thing to ever penetrate her. She continued to gasp repeatedly as she lowered herself on to the head.

"Stop" I said. "No how does that feel?"

"It hurts Master"

"No I mean on the 0 to 10 scale."

"Ughhh! Uhh ... a ...a two Master"

"A two?!"

"Unngg .... It really hurts Master."

"Don't worry. It will get better as your pussy expands to accommodate it. Now raise yourself a little and then push down a little further."

"hhhnngggg"

"There you go. Slowly."

The rubber cock was filling her up, stretching her out, forcing her vagina to let it in.

"Up a little and back down."

"sssssss. Y-yes Master."

"Good girl. Now how does it feel?"

"Um ... a .. a three I guess Master."

"A three? Okay good so it's starting to feel a little better then?"

She took a quick breath. "Yes Master."

"Now I want you to fuck yourself at your own pace, but every time you come up I want you to tell us what the rating is. Understand?

"Yes Master." She looked like she was about to cry. I know that look. She was completely humiliated to fuck herself in front of us and then to also report on how it felt.

She went down and back up. "Three master."

And then again. "Ughh 3.5 Master"

She went down, deeper this time.

"hhhhh ... 5 Master."

"Heh," Scott said "she skipped 4"

She went down again and back up, a little more quickly

"5 Master."

I could see that conflict in her again. It was that conflict between her dignity and her desire. She hated performing like this, but at the same time, she loved the feeling it gave her.

She was breathing harder and fucking more fluidly.

"sss- six Master. OOOhhhhh"

She was pumping hard enough that she wasn't calling a score on every upward stroke, but it was okay.

"Ughh uhh uGhh. Seven Master."

She was sweating, and there was a tear on her left cheek. Her breasts bounced slightly and she fucked.

"ss-ss-ss-seven point five Master."

I stood up and approached her.

"Oh god. Oh my God. 8 Master. Oh god 8."

She was fucking harder and faster, forgetting her embarrassment and shame as her orgasm approached and began to consume her.

"Stop!" I shouted and grabbed onto her arms, preventing her from going back down"

"UUUgghhhhhhhh!!!" She wailed and her pelvis thrusted uncontrollably as I lifted her off the dildo. I could almost see the mouth of her pussy clenching and grasping for the friction and fullness that was no longer there.

"Ohhhhh!" Lacy shouted as Scott laughed and clapped his hands once.

"Nadu." I commanded sternly.

She was desperate and disappointed with a pleading expression on her face, completely devoid of self-consciousness. She just wanted to cum, and that was it.

"Pleeease Master..."

"NADU!" It was the Gorean command to kneel. Jennifer obeyed and knelt to the ground with her hands on her thighs. Then, as her situation, and the events that transpired came into focus, she began to cry.

I looked at Lacy. She was looking at me. I could see that she was looking at me differently. I could see desire in her eyes.

I smiled. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, Sir" Lacy said without breaking eye contact with me. That was the first time she had called me "Sir". I don't think Scott noticed.

"Yeah that was pretty cool." Scott said. "Okay, I think she should at least suck me off since I was so nice about sharing Lacy with her and helping her with her earrings."

Lacy turned to him, and knelt on the floor as she reached for his belt. "I can help you with that, Sir." Clearly she was turned on and wanted some action.

Scott stood and grabbed a handful of her hair as she knelt and pulled her head back.

"Nuh uh." He said. "I am ready to fuck you right now."

She stood up and he turned her around and bent her over so that she was holding on the stool Jennifer had used. Scott lifted her thin black skirt up over her back and pulled her pink cotton panties down to her knees. Her ass was small, but a bit more curvy and muscular than Jennifer's. He slapped her ass rather dismissively.

She moaned as he held on to her hips and entered her from behind.

He nodded at me towards her head. "Go ahead" He said.

Now of course, Lacy was an attractive girl, and normally I would jump at the chance to get a blowjob from her. But I hesitated. There was something weird about doing a sexual act in front of Jennifer. But I knew I could not let my feelings get in the way. Jennifer was my slave, not my girlfriend. Furthermore, she was being punished. So I would make her sit there and watch. If it bothered her, so be it.

I approached Lacy and stroked her shiny thick black hair. She looked up at me. "Yes, Sir." She whispered. "Yes, Sir." I undid my belt, and let her take my cock into her mouth. She sucked it with focused enthusiasm as I held her head with my hand and Scott fucked her from behind. He looked at me, smiling victoriously.

I looked down at Jennifer who was sitting naked in Nadu position, eyes closed and crying.

"Eyes open Jennifer." I said as Lacy sucked my cock.

Jennifer frowned with eyes full of tears. Her expression was not just humiliation and shame ... in some way I think she may have been upset that another girl was sucking my cock. I don't think I would call it jealousy, but, I don't know what you would call it. Maybe she felt like she lost.

"This is part of the punishment. You have to watch. Now put your hands behind your neck and stick your tits out."

She did it right away. Goddamn, she was so obedient...so submissive. Seeing her like that with her back arched, her breasts sticking out while she cried, and her beautiful thighs spread slightly. Seeing her obey so quickly, despite her conflicted emotions, like it was a reflex. She was given an order and she obeyed

That's what did it for me. I came hard into Lacy's mouth. I held her head with both hands and thrusted into her. If felt so good, I got a little lightheaded as the last spurts shot down her eager throat.

Scott was smiling and watching me cum. At that moment he came also. As he came he started calling Lacy a fucking bitch and a cheap fucking whore as he spanked her ass hard. I thought it was surprisingly harsh, but that's what made Lacy cum. She moaned and muffled her screams as some of my semen dripped out of her mouth.

* * *

Scott, Lacy and I collapsed on the couch. Jennifer, still naked, continued to kneel with her chest thrust out. She had stopped crying, but her cheeks were tearstained.

I told her to put her clothes on but I made her leave her bra and panties off. She just wore jeans and a t-shirt. Lacy said she was hungry, so we went to dinner.

At dinner Jennifer did not really talk. She kept fiddling with her new earrings, turning and turning them, looking for a break in the hoop, or the clasp that just wasn't there.

Lacy asked how Jennifer and I met. I told her we met at school and that Jennifer had been one of my students, which was true. I did not want to tell her about the blackmail.

I said that the first time we were together, was in my lab room in the *** building. I started to describe the first time we actually had sex, rather than the first time we were together and I blackmailed her.

Lacy wanted details. As I spoke, I looked at Jennifer. She was looking down at the table in shame.

"Why don't you tell Lacy about some of our adventures?"

I suddenly realized that this was a great idea. Jennifer had been a like a passenger in all of this, she never had to address what she had done, or what had been done to her.

She would have to sit there, in a public restaurant and describe our encounters. I would make her tell the story, tell what she was thinking and feeling.

Perhaps -- - no definitely. Definitely I would make her rate each experience and each orgasm on a scale from 0 to 10.
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I made her start from the beginning.

Scott, Lucy, Jennifer, and I sat at a horseshoe-shaped booth in the moderately crowded Denny's. The girls sat next to each other while Scott and I sat on each end.

I later learned that Lucy was gently stroking Jennifer's thigh as I made her reluctantly and painfully recount the story.

"So," Lucy asked, not trying to hide her excitement, "What did he make you do first?"

Jennifer looked down and took a long hard breath. "He..." She took another breath. "He made me take off my clothes at school."

"At school?" Lucy sounded surprised.

Jennifer closed her eyes and nodded. "In the lab room."

"Wow." Lucy raised her eyebrows. She looked impressed. "Then what happened after you got all nekkid?"

"He touched me."

"Where?"

"My... my breasts."

"Where else?"

"Down there."

"Ha Ha! What? Down where sweetie?"

Jennifer closed her eyes. "My ... my vagina."

"And tell them how wet you where that first time." I said.

She opened her eyes. "I wasn't!" she whispered.

"Ha. You sure were." I said, "You were practically dripping."

Jennifer put her elbows on the table and held her head up with her hands. It was killing her to be talked to like this, so casually, so matter-of-fact.

"It's okay honey," Lucy played with her straw in her teeth "What happened next?"

Without looking up, Jennifer spoke with a feeble voice. "Then he spanked me."

"While you stood there? Over the knee?" Lucy was relentless.

"Over the knee." I said. Jennifer didn't move.

"Oooo, nice." Lucy smiled "My favorite!" She turned to Scott. "Why don't YOU ever spank me over your knee?"

"Maybe you haven't been bad enough." Scott smiled. Lucy slapped his arm playfully. The mood between the three of us was light and jovial, but for Jennifer it was torture.

I took a sip of coffee.

"What else did he do in that lab room sweetie?" Lucy asked.

I could see Jennifer blush as she held her forehead in her hands.

"Hmm?" Lucy persisted.

"He made me say things." Jennifer said softly.

Lucy leaned forward and spoke as softly as Jennifer had. "Like what?"

"Just ... stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Like... Like I was a bad girl. Stuff like that."

I suddenly felt a twinge of embarrassment myself.

"Ooo!" Lucy lit up. "He made you say that you were a bad girl while he spanked you?"

Jennifer nodded shamefully.

"What else?"

Jennifer took a slow breath. "And that I was a slut."

"Are you?"

"No!" Jennifer sounded like she was about to cry.

"And then he made me talk like a fob."

"Like a what?" Scott asked.

"A fob." Lucy answered "F.O.B. Stands for 'Fresh off the boat'. Oh my god ... like ... he made you talk with an accent?"

Jennifer nodded with her eyes closed.

"What did you have to say?"

Jennifer was silent.

At that moment I did not want her to answer. I think I was feeling a bit of shame about what I had made her do. I was about to tell her that she did not have to go on... but then she answered.

"Me love you long time."

Lucy looked at me in wide-mouthed horror. "You didn't!" She hissed.

I felt a little sick to my stomach. Maybe that had crossed the line. I wanted this exercise to be over. But suddenly Jennifer continued without being prompted.

"Then I had to buy black underwear and wear it for him..."

Lucy did not break her stare at me. I looked back at her as if to say "What?" Scott's smile widened as he leaned back in his seat.

"..and dance for him" Jennifer said.

Lucy closed her mouth and looked at Jennifer. "Dance? To music?"

"No. No music"

I thought to myself that I could not remember ever making her dance.

"I just had to move my hips around."

Oh that's right. I had made her wag her ass around for me.

"Then I had to do work."

"Work?" Scott asked.

Jennifer took another deep breath. "I had to do some filing."

"In the nude!?" Lucy asked.

Jennifer nodded. "Then I had to ... service him."

"How?"

"Um ... Orally."

"Nice." Scott said and took a sip of his drink.

"Then he took me to the mall, and then the sex shop."

"The one downtown?" Lucy asked.

Jennifer nodded. "I had to try outfits on. And he let everyone watch. He even let one guy touch me."

"Eww!" Lucy laughed.

"And then he made me get my ears pierced." Jennifer said sadly.

"Oh but they look good on you!" Lucy said.

Jennifer rubbed her temples. "And then we went to the apartment downtown."

"Scott's apartment?"

Jennifer nodded, still rubbing her temples. "And He made me strip again and parade around."

"Oh I know what we did next." Scott looked at me with a big grin. Jennifer did not speak.

"What?" Lucy said. "What did you do next?" It was obvious that Lucy was excited and she enjoyed putting Jennifer on the spot.

Jennifer still did not speak.

"Well?" I said finally

"I had... I had to get on the table."

"The big kitchen table?"

Jennifer nodded once and hung her head in shame.

"Then what?" Lucy asked, obviously excited.

"Then they taped up my wrists and ankles...

"Yes?"

"... and ... shaved me."

"No Way!" Lucy's eyes opened wide.

I took a sip of coffee. "And then you came pretty hard when I finger fucked you. Didn't you?"

She froze.

"Didnt You?"

"Yes.. sir."

"Rate it."

Her breathing increased and she crossed her arms across her chest.

"0 to 10 Jennifer. Give that orgasm a rating."

"Nine Sir."

"Woa!" Lucy and Scott said in unison. Jennifer covered her face with her hands. It felt like having to talk about these experiences and rate them was even more humiliating than the experiences themselves.

"What then?"

"Then the next time I had to go to Master's apartment to learn all of the Gorean positions."

"Ooo," Lucy cooed. "Which one did you hate the most?

"Entice."

"Entice?" Lucy asked "I don't know that one."

"I invented it." I said "Why don't you describe it Jennifer?"

I could see her blushing deeply.

"I got on all fours." She breathed deeply as if she were about to cry.

"That's it?" Lucy sounded disappointed.

"No." I said, "what else did you have to do Jennifer?"

She sat silently and finally said 'I had to entice by wagging my hips."

"Oh wow! You had to wag your ass like a puppy!"

At that moment the waitress had come by to fill our coffees. She obviously caught the last line about Jennifer wagging her ass like a puppy. Lucy covered her mouth and giggled as if to say 'oops!'. Jennifer was clearly mortified.

"Then?"

"And then... I had to beg."

"Beg for what?"

"Beg to ... to ... finish."

"To finish?"

"I had to beg to ... " She dropped to a whisper "...to reach climax."

"He made you beg to cum?"

Jennifer nodded.

"And so ... you did it? You really begged for it?"

Jennifer nodded again. Her shame was agonizingly apparent.

"SO? Did you cum?"

Jennifer looked down and nodded slowly.

"How did he do it??"

"With his fingers."

I started to feel less ashamed. "What would you rate that one Jennifer? 0-10."

She thought for a moment. "8, Sir."

"Not bad." Scott said.

"Then I had to shower while he videotaped me."

"Oh, that's just creepy." Lucy said, laughing.

"And then," Jennifer looked forward "And then we did it."

"Did what?"

"We ... had sex."
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"Oh right ... up to that point you two hadn't had actual sex ... So how would you rate that first time together."

I felt my stomach drop. I did not want her to answer that. I don't know why. Maybe it was just regular male machismo. I just did not want her to rate our straight sexual encounter.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and she gave it a 10.

I felt an incredible rush of relief, and an unexplainable affection for her.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

After Jennifer finished, Lucy told about a few of her own adventures. But there was a big difference between the two of them. Lucy was confident, self-assured, almost proud of her submissive exploits, which made Jennifer feel even more ashamed.

It was clear that having to recount the events of her submission was painfully humiliating for Jennifer. But this is the paradox of the true sub. The more hauntingly humiliating something is, the more sexually aroused she becomes.

Up until now, Jennifer was just a somewhat willing victim. She could lay back and let these things happen to her. But having to talk about it .... Being forced to talk about it and how it affected her was thus far the most humiliating experience for her.

But the humiliation makes her wet, and since she was forbidden to wear panties on that night, she clearly developed a dark wet spot on the crotch of her jeans. This amused me and it clearly amused Scott. Jennifer was, of course, completely mortified. The wet spot was quite visible. Totally unmistakeable.

Lucy chuckled and took her to the restroom. As she walked across the restaurant, a couple at another booth looked at Jennifer's crotch, then her face, and then whispered to each other with a giggle. They knew. Jennifer walked quickly to the restroom hoping that no one else would notice her wet spot.

Scott and I did not know what was going on in that restroom. Unbeknownst to us, Lucy actually gave Jennifer some commands.

Lucy told Jennifer to take off her shoes and hand over her jeans. Jennifer obeyed and stood naked from the waist down in the ladies restroom. She knew anyone could walk in at anytime.

Lucy told her to sit in the stall.

Jennifer obeyed with a great sense of relief.

Then Lucy ordered her to masturbate. Jennifer hesitated. Lucy said: "Do it, Jennifer, I don't want to have to watch you, and you definitely do not want me to come in there and help you do you?"

Jennifer felt another surge of erotic embarrassment.

"Just get it out of your system. Make yourself cum and be done with it while I dry your jeans."

Jennifer heard the hand dryer start up and she knew that Lucy was using it to dry the wet stain on her jeans.

She knew what she had to do. She had never done anything like this before, but she reached down, probed for her clit and rubbed it until she came.

The hand dryer was loud and covered any sounds she made. It was a spectacular orgasm, all built up from the talk at the table. She didn't want to stop. She kept rubbing and rubbing until she came a second time, sitting on the toilet at Denny's.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

After the girls left the table and were out of earshot, Scott asked: "Who do you think is hotter?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"I think Jennifer is prettier," Scott said "But Lucy is sexier. You would never guess such a sweet-looking girl is so freaky."

"I don't know. I stopped guessing a long time ago."

"You know what would be interesting? To have them both at the same time."

"No!" I said ... maybe a little too quickly and emphatically.

"Whoa, settle down." Scott said "I'm sorry, I forgot how emotionally attached you are to her."

"Fuck you!" I laughed.

"I mean seriously Dave, emotionally speaking, you are as much a slave to her as she is to you. Maybe even more so."

"What?!"

"Yep. That's the difference between you and me. You are so deeply into her, that you couldn't bear the thought of losing her, even for one night" He said. "While I, on the other hand have complete control over Lucy, sexually and emotionally."

"Dude, That is complete bullshit."

"Okay", Scott said calmly, "then let me borrow her for a night."

"Fuck no! Why don't YOU let me have Lucy for a night?"

"Lucy is too much for you. And she is way too much for Jennifer."

"Too much?"

"Lucy is, shall we say, complex."

"Complex?"

"She switches you know. A bisexual switch. She literally does it all."

"So?"

"So you have to really understand her to dominate her, and you don't even truly understand your own sub."

"What the fuck? I totally understand Jennifer. Dude, YOU are the one who is new at this."

"Okay imagine this: We make the two of them make love. You and I would just sit back and watch. If we made the two of them make love for our entertainment, without any instructions, then who would dominate whom?

"Lucy would dominate Jennifer. She has already started."

"You think so?"

"Absolutely."

"I think Jennifer would dominate Lucy."

"No chance. Lucy switches. Jennifer never has. Not even close."

"Lucy only dominated Jennifer because I told her to. If she is left to her own devices, she is a natural sub. But more importantly, she has more experience, so she would have discipline and restraint. Jennifer can't even keep her pants from getting wet at fucking Denny's"

"That's because we were making her talk. It embarrassed her, and that's what turned her on."

"My point is that, faced with arousal, regardless of how it occurred, she couldn't control herself."

"So?"

"So Jennifer would lose control first, and eventually dominate Lucy out of frustration. Lucy knows that she will, and she can just wait it out until she gets what she wants. And what she wants is Jennifer to dominate her." Scott fiddled with his napkin. "And If I know Lucy, which I do, she will be soft and sensual. Eventually Jennifer would get so excited she wouldn't be able to contain herself. She would push Lucy's head down between her legs, grasping Lucy's hair with both hands and grinding her pussy into Lucy'smouth. She would make Lucy lick her clit until she cums."

"There is no way Jennifer would do that." I said.

"She would." Scott sounded self-assured. "What I am saying here is that you don't really understand your sub. If the two of them made love on my living room floor in front of us, then Lucy would assume the submissive role."

"No fucking way. No way."

"Now it might be subtle, and I concede that it will probably take a while" Scott said, looking away, "but I will bet you anything, Jennifer dominates, Lucy licks pussy first, and Jennifer cums first."

"No WAY!" I laughed, "Look, Jennifer will do JUST as she is told, and nothing more. I don't care if it takes all night. She will only kiss Lucy, if Lucy kisses her first."

I took a drink of water. "In fact, she is not going to hug, kiss, caress or do anything unless she is explicitly told to do so. She will lie there like a dead fish unless she is specifically ordered to do something different. No way in HELL she would make someone lick HER pussy. Jennifer NEEDS to be commanded. Lucy would definitely cum first. Hell, Jennifer might not even cum at all."

Scott looked at me with an eyebrow raised, "You wanna bet?"

"Fuck, not another bet."

"This one is simple. I say Jennifer will assume the dominant role. If I am wrong, then Lucy assumes the dominant role, and she makes Jennifer lick her pussy first, and Lucy cums first; then you are right and you win." He paused. "But if Jennifer makes Lucy lick first, then I win."

Easy money. "What are we betting then?"

"A three-way." He said. "You win, Lucy goes home with the two of you. If I win, then Jennifer spends the night at my place. Sex only. Nothing crazy."

"Ha! You got a bet."

As we shook hands I laughed to myself. There was no way Jennifer would dominate another person.

"And of course," Scott added. "No additional instructions from either of us."

"Of course."

"And if neither of them licks the other's pussy, then the bet is off."

"Absolutely."

"Absolutely what?" Lucy asked as she and Jennifer returned to the table. Jennifer looked flushed, but the wet spot was gone.

"Absolutely nothing" Scott said, picking up the check and standing up, "Let's go back to my place."

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Scott flipped on the lights to his downtown apartment as we entered. He tossed his keys on the table and turned to address the girls.

"All right you two" he said. "Move that coffee table out of the way and stand in the center of that rug."

Jennifer looked surprised, maybe a little stunned. Lucy smiled wryly and said "Yes, Sir" with an emphasis on 'Sir' as if she knew what was about to happen. She bent to lift one end of the coffee table as she motioned for Jennifer to take the other end.

I sat on one couch; Scott sat on the loveseat facing me. The large Persian-looking rug was on the floor between us. I admired Lucy's body as she bent over to lift the table. She had a nice petite Asian body, with just a hint of curvy musculature. I began to get a little hard thinking about how I would soon see her naked.

Jennifer looked more troubled than confused at that point. She and Lucy moved the table and returned to the rug between us. They were a little unsure whom they should face. "Okay." Scott clapped his hands once and leaned forward. The girls turned to face him. "Now the two of you are going to put on a little show for us."

The girls froze.

"I want the two of you to make love." He said, smiling. "Right here, Right now, right on this rug."

Lucy turned slightly and looked at Jennifer. Jennifer turned and looked at me. I saw horror in Jennifer's face. I knew she had never been with another woman in this way. She had been masturbated by Monique as she lay on the table during the football game, but this was different. This time she was going to have to participate.

Her facial expression changed from shock to a desperate imploring. She was begging me with her eyes. She was begging me to not make her do it. I looked at her gravely and nodded once. She knew she was going to have to go through with it.

They faced each other awkwardly like a couple of junior-high kids at their first school dance. They faced each other in their jeans and tight t-shirts. They weren't sure what to do. Finally, Lucy smiled, took Jennifer's chin between her thumb and forefinger, and leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

Jennifer stood frozen. Her lips shut tightly, refusing to return the quick, soft peck of a kiss. Lucy backed away slightly, but kept her hand on Jennifer's chin. Jennifer crossed her arms in front of her chest, as if to protect herself. Lucy smiled broadly and said "Oh you are so CUTE!".

She leaned in again, this time kissing her longer.

Jennifer closed her eyes, not to enjoy the kiss, but to wish this whole scene simply was not actually happening.

Lucy reached up with her other hand and placed her palm on the back of Jennifer's head as she continued to nibble her lips upon Jennifer's frozen, non-reciprocating mouth.

She stopped kissing and gave Jennifer a soft, quick tap on the cheek.

"Kiss me back!" Lucy whispered to her. "Put your arms around me!"

Despite the complete look of disgust on Jennifer's pretty face, she slowly, reluctantly, wrapped her arms around Lucy's slender torso, barely touching her back with her fingertips.

"That's it." Lucy smiled.

She closed her eyes again as Lucy approached and this time the two of them kissed each other.

This elated me. It was a not-so-subtle moment of domination. Just as I had predicted, Lucy was going to dominate Jennifer.

Lucy moved her hand off of Jennifer's chin and wound it around the small of her back. She pulled Jennifer's body closer and pressed her pelvis into her. Jennifer opened her eyes and looked uncomfortable at how tightly Lucy was pressing into her. She broke away from the kiss, a thin line of saliva stretching between the two girls' lips.

Lucy did not slow down. She leaned her head in and sucked on the side of Jennifer's neck, just below her ear. Jennifer gasped and closed her eyes as her hoop earring laid upon Lucy's cheek.

I could see that Lucy was squeezing her tightly. Jennifer looked helpless and paralyzed as Lucy gently gnawed on her neck. But she was starting to resist less and her breath was audible.

It was clear that Jennifer was starting to get turned on by Lucy's kiss.

Lucy started to moan ... or it was more like a hum. She moved her head in little circles as she sucked on Jennifer's neck.

Jennifer opened her eyes again and looked over Lucy's shoulder at me. She had that helpless pathetic expression on her face. It was that expression she would get when she would get humiliated by what was turning her on, while simultaneously being turned on by what was humiliating her. The cycle was starting again and there was nothing she could do about it.
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While Jennifer was looking at me, Lucy slid her hand down to squeeze her ass. Jennifer's eyes widened. She looked like she was sinking in quicksand. But I could see her nipples hardening under her t-shirt. I remembered that Jennifer had been braless for the entire evening, even at Denny's. Then, as if on cue, Lucy reached for the hem of Jennifer's top and, despite Jennifer's initial reflex to resist, Lucy peeled it off of her, exposing her breasts.

"Kneel down, please" Lucy said softly to her as she guided her down to the rug. Both of them kneeled, facing each other. Lucy kissed her again as she wrapped one arm around her naked back, and fondled one of her breasts with her other hand.

Jennifer's eyes were closed in resignation.

I loved seeing this. I loved seeing Lucy, gently dominate her. Jennifer was such a natural sub, there was nothing she could do but obey.

Lucy leaned forward. "Lean back, please" She smiled.

Jennifer did as she was told and leaned back as Lucy slid her hand from Jennifer's breast, down her taut belly, and to the waistband of her jeans. Jennifer looked down helplessly as Lucy tugged at her waistband and unbuttoned her jeans.

"Lay back, please" Lucy smiled.

Jennifer brought her legs from underneath herself, and set her ass down on the rug. Lucy slowly, pulled Jennifer's jeans down her hips, exposing her shaven pussy, and drawing the jeans over her perfect white-golden thighs. Jennifer squeezed her eyes closed and blushed, as she lay completely nude before us.

Lucy crawled forward and looked at her face until she opened her eyes. When she did, Lucy smiled and planted a kiss on her lips. Jennifer was on her back, and Lucy was on her hands and knees above her. Lucy arched her back like a lioness, and Jennifer was her helpless prey.

"How is our little soldier doing?" Lucy said, and slid her right hand down to Jennifer's pussy. She, of course, was referring to Jennifer's clit.

Jennifer squirmed and gasped as Lucy's fingers burrowed into her pussy and found her clit.

"Well, well, well" Lucy chuckled. "Feels like he's getting there."

Lucy rubbed Jennifer's clit and Jennifer lay there squirming and whimpering.

"Is our little soldier getting there Jennifer? Is he getting all wet?" Lucy spoke to her slowly, almost condescendingly, but still with a great amount of affection.

Jennifer kept her eyes closed and said nothing.

"Is he Jennifer?" She said as she leaned in, almost to kiss her lips. She hovered over her, her lips within an inch of Jennifer's mouth.

"Is he all wet Jennifer?" she whispered into Jennifer's lips.

Jennifer breathed hard as Lucy rubbed and squeezed her clit.

"Oooo ... does he like what I'm doing to him?" She whispered.

Jennifer was still.

"Does ... he ... like it?" Lucy whispered. "Does he Jennifer? Does he like it?"

"Yes..." Jennifer said in a barely audible whisper.

"Does he like it Jennifer? I couldn't hear you sweetie."

"Y-yes" Jennifer said with her eyes shut tightly. Her hips had stopped squirming.

"Does he want more?"

"Hpmph"

"All you have to do is ask."

"nnnghh..."

"Just say 'more please', sweetie!"

"aaahhhh"

"What do you say Jennifer?"

"mmm.."

"What's that?"

"mmm..more ... p-please..." Jennifer whispered feebly. Her hips had started to just barely rock.

Lucy smiled, and gingerly removed her fingers from Jennifer's pussy.

"Unghh!" Jennifer said, losing control of herself as her hips bucked slightly, begging for more.

"Oh don't worry silly, there will be more later."

Jennifer opened her eyes, snapping out of the trance she was in and feeling completely mortified that she had actually just asked for more, from a girl, in front of us.

"Roll over, please sweetie." Lucy whispered passionately.

Jennifer glared at her and quickly shot glances at both Scott and myself. Lucy did not allow Jennifer much room to roll over, but she managed. She lay under Lucy, naked and prone, as she buried her head in her arms.

Lucy kneeled up while letting her hands slide down Jennifer's shoulder blades to her waist. "Oh what a pretty little ass!" she said and squeezed each of Jennifer's cheeks with both hands.

"Your ass is cute in jeans, but it is SO lovely when it is bare like this."

She squeezed and kneaded Jennifer's ass. "It's so soft and firm! I love it!"

Lucy reached and grasped each of Jennifer's hips.

"Come on, sweetie. Ass up." She pulled Jennifer's hips back. "Ass up for me."

Jennifer obeyed. I loved the way Jennifer's hips, ass and lower back looked whenever she was in doggy position like that, with her ass in the air, submissively available. I liked to command her to entice me by bumping and grinding it and wagging it around slowly. But Lucy looked content just to hold her by the hips and press her pelvis into her as if she was fucking her from behind.

"Mmmmm" Lucy purred. "That's my good little piggy."

She ground her pelvis into Jennifer's ass, in a sort of, mammalian domination display. There was something additionally sexy about the fact that Lucy was completely dressed, while Jennifer was completely naked. Jennifer just seemed to let her have her way with her. She lay there completely submissive.

Lucy spanked her lightly -- not to hurt as much as to assert her dominance -- and chuckled. "Such a pretty little piggy!"

She reached forward and grabbed a handful of Jennifer's long silky brown hair and pulled her head back.

Jennifer winced and lifted her body up.

Lucy pulled Jennifer until she was in a kneeling position. She reached around and cupped Jennifer's breast like she owned it.

"So are we going to put on a nice little show for these fine gentlemen?"

"Yes." Jennifer whimpered on the verge of tears.

"Good" Lucy smiled and kissed Jennifer on the neck. "We each have a part to play, and I want you to do exactly as you are told. Understand sweetie?"

"Y-yes,"

"Okay ... now stand up and turn around to face me."

Jennifer reluctantly stood and turned to face Lucy. Lucy remained kneeling.

"Now," Lucy said. "Slap me."

Jennifer stood, confused.

"I said slap me. Slap my face"

Jennifer looked down at her and, still confused, weakly slapped Lucy's face.

"Harder."

Jennifer slapped her.

"Now call me a name and slap me again"

Jennifer looked at me. I honestly did not know what Lucy was doing either.

"What name?"

"Any name. Insult me and slap my face. Do it. Do it Now."

"Uh ... Slut?" Jennifer sounded like she was asking a question and slapped Lucy's face again.

"MMMM ... Yes, I am a slut Ma'am!" Lucy said. "Now take off my clothes."

Jennifer looked at her.

"Do it!" Lucy hissed.

Jennifer reluctantly leaned forward and removed Lucy's top.

"Slap me again and call me a slut."

"Uh.... Okay." Jennifer slapped her and said "Slut." without a hint of emotion.

"Make me take my pants off!"

"Uh ..."

"Yes Ma'am! I will take off my clothes for you!" Lucy said. "I will strip for you Ma'am!"

Jennifer stood there, completely confounded. This was weird. I did not know where Lucy was going either. I did not really care as she stripped off her clothes. Lucy had a hot little body. It looked like she worked out a little more than Jennifer did, and her skin was more fair. It looked like she did not have an ounce of fat on her. She had small but perky b-cups. Her nipples were small and light pink, almost invisible. Her pussy was shaven. Her ass was smallish and tight.

"Now make me kiss your pussy!" Lucy said.

"Wh--?"

I snapped out of it. Wait a minute.

"Do it! Tell me to kiss it!"

"Uh .. kiss it?"

"Yes Ma'am!" Lucy smiled broadly and thrust her face into Jennifer's naked pussy. She reached her hands around to Jennifer's ass.

Jennifer clenched up and raised her hands up.

"Lay down" Lucy whispered.

Jennifer hesitated and lay down.

"Spread your legs."

Jennifer obeyed.

Lucy started licking Jennifer's pussy.

Jennifer gasped.

"MMM ... Make me!" Lucy said, muffled. "Hold my head and make me."

Jennifer placed her palms on Lucy's head.

Scott clapped once and smiled, and just like that, the bet was lost.

I sat there trying to figure out what had happened. I was still a bit stunned.

Jennifer, meanwhile was being orally serviced by a woman for the first time. She had that confused expression on her face, as she felt humiliated yet aroused. She took a sudden deep breath as she came fast and hard.

I could see Lucy was reaching under her own pelvis to finger herself as she tongued Jennifer's clit.

Now Jennifer was grasping hard on Lucy's head, with two clenched fistfuls of hair "UUUnnnggggg!" Jennifer came again.
Lucy sat up, Jennifer released her hair. Lucy shifted her legs around. Jennifer watched as Lucy took a hold of one of her legs and placed it between her own until they we scissoring. Lucy maneuvered her pelvis close to Jennifer', and in the next moment, their pussies were touching. Lucy started grinding her pussy into Jennifer's.

"Ugh ugh uh uhh" Lucy grunted as she pressed her pussy, almost violently against Jennifer's.

Jennifer closed her eyes helplessly, and despite the embarrassment, began to grind into Lucy.

"OHHH yes!" Lucy exclaimed as Jennifer started pushing back. "That's a good little piggy!" Oh yes ... yes ... YEEEEESSS!!!"

After Lucy came they both laid back, exhausted.

"Okay, go get cleaned up."

They each stood and gathered their clothes and went to the bathroom.

"So, " he said smiling "Looks like I won the bet."

My heart sank. Not only was I not going to have the fun of a three way with Jennifer and Lucy...but HE was going to have sex with Jennifer. MY Jennifer! "I tell you what." He said to me as we heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. "I have an alternative option."

"Alternative option?"

"Yeah, instead of having sex with Jennifer, you have to let me practice on her"

"What!?"

"I have my orthodontics final coming up and I need practice putting braces on the teeth of a real person."

"You want to put ... braces on her? Instead of sex? That makes no sense."

"I can't fail this final. I'm already on academic probation."

"So ... instead of sex ... you want to put braces on her teeth?"

"Either hers or yours. It doesn't matter."

"No way you are putting braces on me."

"So make Jennifer do it. Or would you rather have me fucking her?"

"Why don't you put some on Lucy?"

"Lucy is the volunteer for my final. I want to practice first."

I sighed. "Fine. You can put braces on her."

"Sweet." He clapped once and shot over to the little chest next to the antique dentist's chair.

"Wait ... you want to do it NOW?"

"Yep. The final is Thursday."

"Jesus."

"What's the difference if it's today or tomorrow?

"None I guess."

"I don't mind if it's you instead of her. Teeth are teeth."

"No it will be her. I'll get her."

At the time I just couldn't figure out why Scott would turn down a three-way with two hot, submissive Asian girls. For what? to practice putting braces on her teeth? It simply did not make any sense. Well, at the time it did not make any sense.

As I walked toward the bathroom, something made me think that I had been set up from the beginning.
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bonne question (y'a peut être plus de gens qui parle l'anglais que de gens qui parle le Français ???)
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My Life as a Cuckold


I heard the door open and my wife stumbled in. It was late but no later than her usual night out with the girls. She staggered into the bedroom and I could see in her eyes that she was drunk, which was also the norm for her weekly girls night out.

I knew what would come next.

She peeled her clothes off and left them in a pile beside the bed which creaked as she climbed onto it and straddled my head. Her strong muscular thighs touched my cheeks as she steadied herself against the wall.

I could smell the sweet aroma of her arousal as she lowered her wet pussy to my waiting mouth. My hands slid up her flat stomach to her pert b cup tits and gently squeezed them as gravity combined with her contracting cunt muscles to fill my mouth with warm thick cum. I swallowed the creamy goo and then sucked her meaty pussy lips into my mouth as she ground her hard clit against my nose.

"Suck my cunt piggy," she moaned softly as I licked and sucked her well fucked pussy.

She had been fucked hard and her pussy was gaping. He'd been well hung but his load was disappointingly small.

"Did his cum taste good piggy?" she teased as I continued to swallow drops of man juice that I licked from her lips.

"Mmm," I moaned into her grotto as I plunged my tongue and bottom jaw inside my wife's gapping pussy in search of more cum. She rode my face hard and it was coated with her delicious juices when my lips found her hard swollen clit. I sucked it into my mouth and flicked my tongue across it over and over until she came hard on my face.

"You're a good cunt licker," she praised as she collapsed on the bed in a disheveled drunken heap. I started to stroke my hard cock hard and fast as I savored the flavor of her cum filled pussy on my lips.

"Cum on my tits," she slurred. That was her thing. She liked to watch it fly from my dick. She liked a lot of things.

I rose onto my knees and pointed my cock at her perky tits as she reached under me and forced two saliva coated fingers into my ass. I groaned loudly as she expertly massaged my prostate while I furiously pumped my hard rod.

"Cum for me piggy," she said softly as I passed the point of no return.

I moaned loudly as I unloaded an enormous load of thick cream onto my wife's tits. My load was much bigger than the one I had just ingested and it covered her chest with the glorious thick white cream.

"Good job now clean your mess up piggy," she said playfully as she grabbed my head and guided it to her cum covered tits. That was my thing. I loved cum. I loved how it felt and how it tasted. I loved a lot of things.

I obediently licked my seed from her body and held it in my mouth savoring its salty flavor before finally swallowing it all as I moaned softly.

"Good piggy," she praised. "When are you going to quit the straight boy charade and let me watch you take a load from the tap?" She chided. It was my wife's contention that my willingness to eat a creampie from her pussy or my own cum from her tits meant that I was gay or bisexual. The truth was that I was not attracted to men at all and in my mind that made me completely straight.

"No thanks baby, but feel free to bring your lovers over so I can watch them fuck you." I answered with a smile.

"If I brought the guy who fucked me tonight home you would beg to suck his cock," my wife taunted. "His body was right out of the pages of Muscle and Fitness and he had the cock of a porn stud,"

"You would enjoy that wouldn't you?" I teased.

"Damn straight I would. Of course you aren't straight are you sweetie," she continued as she scooped a drop of cum from her navel. "You're my cum loving hubby and your just waiting to get it right from the source aren't you." She was really slurring her words at that point and it was evident that the alcohol and the late hour had caught up with her. She fed me the last drop and I sucked her finger until it was squeaky clean.

"I may love eating creampies from your just fucked pussy but I am not gay," I replied. "Much to your dismay." She fell asleep before I finished speaking.

I tried in vein to go to sleep but gave up some time after 2:00am and went out to the family room to watch TV and surf the net on my laptop.

I could still taste cum on my lips and it made me want more so I searched for a story to read so I could get off again. I was a cuckold husband, a submissive piggy and truth be told my wife was right; I wanted to suck a cock.

I found a good story about a cuckold man and his first creampie. I slowly stroked my cock as I read but I wanted more. Something visual. That led me to youporn where I searched for a creampie video. What I found was much more than a creampie video and much more exciting.

I watched as the guy on the screen guided an enormous cock into the pussy of a sexy porn starlet and then lowered his face to their union. He licked her pussy and the guys giant shaft until the guy pulled his monster cock out and came all over the his face. I groaned as I spilled my seed onto my stomach. I scooped up my cream and licked my fingers clean as I imagined it was the porn star's load.

I watched TV for another hour and then went back to bed beside my passed out wife.

A week later I was home alone while my wife was out with her girlfriends. I surfed the web and watched a few videos as usual. I didn't jerk off because I wanted a nice big load for my inevitable romp with my wife.

I was sitting in just a pair of boxer briefs when I heard the door open down the hall. It was only 10:30 which was much earlier than usual. I closed the web browser and walked out of the bedroom expecting to see just my wife but she was not alone.

They were locked in a deep passionate kiss as my wife tore at his clothes. She took her shirt and bra off before pulling his tight black tee-shirt up over his head to reveal his broad chiseled physique.

He looked to be in his mid twenties with long brown hair and a muscular body with no body fat. His chest was shaved smooth and I presumed that the rest of him was as well.

He looked at me and smiled as my wife pulled her shorts and panties off and sank to her knees. She pulled his pants down to his ankles and took his flaccid cock in her hands.

I watched in silence as my wife took his semi-erect dick into her mouth and sucked on it as it grew in her mouth. His dick was long and thick and my wife struggled to fit it into her small mouth. It looked delicious and I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth.

I pulled my boxer briefs off and grabbed my cock with my right hand as I watched my wife give a blow job to another man. I slowly stroked my cock with my eyes riveted to his long hard cock.

"Come closer," he said as he motioned for me to sit beside my sexy wife.

I moved slowly, as though I was in some sort of lust induced trance. I knelt naked beside my wife and watched as her spit covered his big dick. He was circumcised and between 7 or 8 inches long with big smooth shaved balls. I wanted to touch it and hold it in my hand. I wanted to feel its warmth. I wanted to take it in my mouth and feel it throb.

"Want a taste," my wife asked softly as if reading my mind. She pointed the thick bulbous head of his throbbing meat at my mouth. "Do you?"

"Yes," I said softly. I felt a tremendous weight lift from my chest as I admitted my desire. "I want it."

My wife put her hand on my head and guided it to his cock. I hesitated for a moment as I pondered the ramifications and then I parted my lips and accepted his hard rod into my mouth.

I could taste the briny flavor of his precum as his cock slid against my tongue. 'I am doing it' I thought as I closed my eyes and surrendered to my lust. My cock twitched and saliva spilled from my mouth as I slurped on his thick rod.

I marveled at how erotic his cock felt in my mouth. Its shaft was hard like granite but covered with skin so soft and smooth it was like fine silk. The hard shaft was juxtaposed with soft pliable veins and a spongy head that tickled the back of my throat as my head bobbed rhymically over his meat.

"I knew you wanted to suck a cock piggy. You thought you could keep your cock lust a secret?" My wife whispered in my ear. "You want him to cum in your mouth don't you piggy?"

I moaned around his thick shaft. She knew me too well.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and sucked on the delicious drooling head with my eyes closed tightly. I had never experienced such an erotic feeling. I could feel the veins and ridges of his meat as they slid over my lips and across my tongue.

A cool liquid ran over my exposed asshole as I sucked and stroked his cock. I wanted to look back to see what my wife was up to but my mouth refused to release his warm hard cock from its grasp.

I could feel the smooth lubricated head of a dildo rubbing against my asshole and I moaned softly. I wanted it inside me.

"Relax piggy," my wife said as the fake cock entered my virgin asshole.

I groaned loudly as I continued to slurp on his delicious cock. I felt her hips slap against my ass and I surmised that my wife was fucking me with a strap on as I sucked her lovers cock.

She fucked me slowly at first with long strokes that massaged my prostate and made my cock twitch with each thrust.

I sucked on his spongy cock head as I pumped my fist over his smooth hard shaft hard and fast while my wife fucked my ass. She increased her pace to match mine and my orgasm began to build.

I can hard and almost without warning. My dick spasmed and pumped a tremendous load of thick cum onto the floor as my wife continued to fuck my ass.

"Clean up after yourself piggy while I get fucked," she said as she pulled the fake cock from my gapping asshole and removed the harness.

I reluctantly released his cock from my mouth and lowered my face to the hardwood floor and licked up the copious amounts of thick cream as he knelt behind my wife and slid his cock into her liquid core. I swallowed my load and then slithered beneath my wife just as I had seen in the video a week before.

"You can't get enough of that cock can you piggy," my wife teased.

"No," I panted as I pressed my lips to her pussy and started to lick.

"Oh fuck yes," she hissed as my tongue flicked over her engorged clit while he fucked her hard from behind.

My wife came hard. Her body shook uncontrollably as she moaned and cried out loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.

He continued to pound his huge cock into my wife as I moved from licking her hypersensitive clit to his slippery shaft. His breathing became erratic and it was clear he was going to cum.

I was torn. I wanted a fresh thick creampie to lick from my wife's cunt but I also wanted to feel his cock spit his seed directly into my mouth.

"I'm gonna cum baby," he grunted as he furiously pounded his dick into my wife. "Where do you want it baby?"

"Put it in his mouth baby," my wife said without hesitation.

"Open wide," he said coarsely as he thrust his girl juice covered cock into my mouth.

I felt his head hit the back of my throat as it began to spit. I swallowed the first two blasts and they slid down my throat like a warm salty oyster. He pulled back until just the tip was in my mouth and his cock continued to spurt into my mouth.

I closed my eyes as he filled my mouth with his warm tasty cum. I held it in my mouth and savored its salty essence before swallowing it all like a whore.

My cock was stiff and my wife pushed me onto my back and sat on my hard dick as her new lover recovered. They kissed and he caressed her body as she rode my cock hard.

I had already cum once and despite her fervish pace my climax was not close.

Her young lover recovered quickly as we fucked and in no time his giant rod was back at full attention begging for a suck.

"Suck his dick piggy," my wife said playfully as we continued to fuck.

I turned my head to the side and began to lick and suck his big cock while my wife bounced on my rod.

"I want you both inside me," she panted. My jaw was sore and despite my desire to keep sucking his cock I welcomed the relief.

My sexy wife positioned him on his back and guided his giant tool into her wet pussy. She looked back at me over her shoulder and batted her long eyelashes. "Lick my asshole piggy. Get it nice and sloppy wet and then lube your cock and fuck my ass."

She didn't have to say it twice. We had done anal before and while she always enjoyed it we did not do it often.

I knelt behind my wife's gorgeous ass and lovingly licked it as her lover fucked her soaking wet pussy. I drooled and spit on it before pouring copious amounts of lube on her ass and my cock. I eased my slick dick inside her ass as she groaned loudly.

I could feel her lovers cock rubbing against the underside of my dick through the thin membrane that separated the two holes and it was incredibly erotic. We fell into a steady rhythm that drove my wife crazy. A steady flow of tremors shook her body until she came so hard she nearly blacked out.

Her lover pulled his dripping wet cock from my wife's pussy as I climbed off her and dropped to my knees. I took his big wet tool in my mouth and sucked the juices off it. I opened my mouth wide and forced it down my throat until tears streamed down my face. My arms wrapped tightly around his strong thighs forcing his rod deep inside me. My head bobbed as I slurped and sucked his giant cock until he filled my mouth with another delicious warm load of cum. I swished his seed around my mouth as I stroked my dick until I came on my wife's tits. I swallowed his load and then licked mine from her chest and swallowed it all.

My wife's lover left soon after I came. She and I went up to bed together and she kissed me deeply tasting man juice on my lips.

"I knew you wanted to suck a cock piggy. Next week I'll find a guy to deflower your ass. You will like that won't you?"

"Yes, I will baby," I replied honestly.

"You know you're bisexual, right piggy," she asked.

"Yup. Does that bother you?"

"Not at all. In fact it is really hot."

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South Beach Cop


I sat naked on the bed and watched as my beautiful naked wife took the cop's uniform off revealing his taught muscular body and his enormous semi hard cock.

Janice and I were on vacation in southern Florida and we had gotten carried away on the second floor balcony of our hotel. It was a warm night and we had been sitting outside in our bathing suits looking out at the empty beach. We had both been drinking and we started kissing in the moonlight. On thing led to another and soon we were both naked. Janice bent over the railing and I entered her from behind. We had been fucking for about 5 minutes when the cop knocked at the door. We stopped fucking ducked inside and stayed silent hoping he would go away. Two minutes later as we sat quietly on the bed the cop opened the door with the help of a master key.

Janice and I were still naked when he entered and we knew we were in trouble. Officer Tomkins explained that he had seen us fucking from the beach. He told us we were going to be arrested and charged with public indecency and lewd and lascivious behavior.

Janice and I were both terrified and that is when she did something that changed our lives forever.

''Isn't there anything we can do,'' she asked softly as she played with her long blonde hair. Janice stood up giving the cop a great view of her spectacular body as she slowly walked over to him.

Janice has always kept herself in great shape despite being the mother of two. She has nice firm 36b tits, a flat stomach, full hips and a great round ass.

She stepped up next to the cop and ran her hand up his chest and grazed her fingernails along his earlobe. Her fingers trailed to the cop's uniform shirt. She slowly unbuttoned it and dropped it to the floor. Janice fell to her knees and unfastened his pants as the cop unbuckled his belt. She pulled his pants off and took his rapidly rising cock into her small hand.

I looked on as my sexy wife started licking the cop's enormous cock like a Popsicle. His dick was about 9 inches long and very thick.

''Don't just stand there,'' the cop said to me. ''Get over here and help your wife out.''

It was not a request but rather an order and I didn't know what to do. I had never in my life entertained a homosexual thought but it was clear that the cop expected me to submit to his disgusting desire.

Janice looked up at me and nodded as she continued to lick the cop's big dick. I stood up slowly as I considered my options. I didn't want to go to jail and certainly not for a sex crime.

''Come on boy,'' the big cop said in a deep baritone, ''stop hesitating and start fellating.'' He chuckled and pointed to the floor beside my wife.

I finished my walk of shame and quietly knelt beside my beautiful wife. She pointed his big dick at my mouth as a lust filled expression overtook her pretty face. I never imagined that Janice would want to see such a depraved act but it was evident she was excited.

''Do it baby,'' she said. Her voice was thick with lust as she stared at the cop's cock just inches from my mouth.

''You heard the lady,'' the cop chided, ''she obviously wants to see you with a dick in your mouth.''

He was right her desire was visible and for some unknown reason it was contagious because as I looked at her pretty lust filled face I wanted to try it.

I tentatively reached out and touched the cop's big hard cock with my hand as my wife groaned her approval. It was warm in my hand and it throbbed as blood coursed through it.

A drop of precum drooled from the big purple head and I wondered what it tasted like.

My wife put her hand on the back of my head and gently pushed forward guiding my mouth to the big throbbing rod. I stuck my tongue out and licked the precum from the head as my wife moaned loudly.

''It sounds like you're wife is enjoying the show,'' the cop teased.

''Mmmmm hmmm,'' Janice moaned excitedly.

I looked over at my pretty wife as she furiously rubbed her slick wet pussy. My lips parted and I accepted the cop's dick in my mouth. My tongue ran along the ridge of his spongy head as precum continued to leak steadily from the big flesh torpedo.

His cum tasted surprisingly good and I found myself enjoying the feel of his dick in my mouth. It was oddly comforting and empowering.

I began to enjoy myself as my head bobbed over his big cock. My lips were stretched wide and my hand was wrapped tightly around the slippery shaft.

''You like it don't you baby,'' Janice whispered as she noticed the enthusiasm with which I was fellating the cop. ''You like having a cock in your sexy mouth don't you baby.'' She wrapped her fingers around my hard dick and stroked it as I continued to blow the cop's big dick.

My head bobbed over the cop's dick and my hand pumped his granite shaft as I worked furiously to make him cum. I wanted more of his cream and he knew it.

''You're husband is quite a cock sucker,'' the cop said to Janice and all she could do is moan. Her lust had overwhelmed her as she furiously rubbed her engorged clit with her left hand while her right hand stroked and squeezed my cock.

''I'm getting close,'' the cop grunted as I massaged his balls with my free hand. ''You want to drink my seed don't you?''

I moaned around his cock as my hand pumped his dick faster. I did want his seed. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his delicious cream. I was wanton with desire as I sucked his magnificent cock.

His balls tightened in my hand and I forced his giant cock down my throat as he started to spurt. My eyes watered as I deep throated his spurting dick. His thick creamy goo slid down my throat as I gulped and swallowed as fast as I could.

He came hard and shot copious amounts of cum into my mouth and down my throat. It filled my mouth and ran down my chin despite my efforts to swallow it all.

He pushed me off his sensitive softening dick and walked to the bathroom without saying a word. Janice straddled my hard cock and rode me hard to a body shaking climax. Her tits bounced and she screamed out in ecstasy as her pussy contracted around my spasming dick. Janice collapsed on top of me as her climax subsided. My cum covered cock softened inside her as we lay on the floor.

The cop was dressed in his uniform when I looked up from my beautiful wife.

''Thanks for a good time. If you want more cock here is my card,'' he said with a smile as tossed a business card on the table and walked out the door.
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#4,488 Posted: 11 May 2013 00:07
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Bourgeoises soldées


Ma mère et moi nous avions décidé d’aller faire les soldes entre filles. Les mecs, par définition, n’aimant pas trop faire les magasins, c’est bien connu, ma mère, Christiane, avait donc accepté de bon cœur. Mon père étant de toute façon à son travail. Moi, j’avais fait de même avec mon jeune époux, je suis marié depuis à peine quelques mois. Je m’appelle Mélanie, j’ai 25 ans, je suis brune, pas très grande mais il parait que je suis canon d’après les critères masculins en vigueur. Je suis professeur de math dans un lycée de la région parisienne. Mon mari est flic. Ma mère, Christiane, 49 ans, est directrice de banque. Elle est encore une belle femme, elle prend soins de son corps, les revenues confortables de mon père, qui dirige une entreprise de BTP lui permette un train de vie confortable. Elle habite dans une ville bourgeoise de la région. Nous avons donc pris le métro pour nous rendre à Chatelet les Halles, quartier de Paris, pour ceux qui ne connaitrait pas, ou l’on peut faire de bonnes affaires pendant les soldes. Nous commençons à déambuler dans la rue. Quelques regards masculins s’attardent sur nous. Ma mère est habillée d’une jupe courte violette sur des bas noirs. La hauteur de ses talons allonge encore ses jambes. Pour ma part, j’ai enfilé une tunique sur un leggins et des bottes à talons. Nous tournons à droite et nous nous retrouvons rue Saint-Denis, célèbre rue de Paris mondialement connue pour ses prostituées. Ce qui n’est plus tout a fait vrai de nos jours du reste. On y trouve encore des sex-shops mais surtout des boutiques de fringues…Il n’est pas rare de rentrer dans une parfumerie ou une boutique de prêt à porter coincées entre deux sex-shops ce qui est assez surprenant…


Nous croisons un groupe d’une dizaine de jeunes, composés de blacks et de maghrébins, qui me jettent un drôle de regard. Il me semble les reconnaitre, ils sont dans mon lycée je crois. Un est dans ma classe en tous cas, je le reconnais et il me fait un signe de tête. Maman et moi nous continuons et on entend des sifflets derrière nous. Ma mère grince des dents :
- Ces jeunes aucune éducation !
Nous dépensons notre argent dans divers magasins, faisant chauffer la carte bleue ! Nous avions l’intention d’acheter de la lingerie sexy et nous rentrons dans une boutique. Nous restons interloquées quelques secondes aussi étonnés que le gérant qui nous dévisage. En fait d’une boutique de lingerie, ce serait plutôt un sex-shop. La devanture plutôt soft nous a induits en erreur. Ma mère ouvre les yeux devant l’étalage de godes et de DVD pornos. Il y en a pour tous les gouts ! Gang-bang, SM, zoophilie…Des sous vêtement sexys, il y en a. Des tenues de soubrettes ou d’infirmières, pour pimenter les soirées…Des porte-jarretelles en vinyles, des bas résilles et même des escarpins vernis aux talons incroyablement hauts a tel point que même ma mère qui a pourtant l’habitude des talons aiguilles me demanda comment c’était possible de marcher avec ca…Nous nous regardons et rouge de hontes nous pouffons et nous faisons aussitôt demi-tour pour sortir du sex-shop. Nous nous retrouvons bloqué par le groupe de jeunes que nous avons croisés tout a l’heure ! Mohamed, mon élève, s’approcha de moi, un sourire ironique sur les lèvres ! Tu m’étonnes ! Je me mets a sa place, il doit saliver ce petit con, surprendre sa prof dans un sex-shop avec sa mère…Maman me jette un regard inquiet mais nous avançons vers la sortie. Le gérant n’a rien dit…Mohamed m’attrape par le bras…
- Ben, ne partez pas déjà, Madame. Faut acheter un truc à Roger quand même !
Comprenant que Roger est le gérant je lui jette un regard hautain et lance :
- Certainement pas !
Ma mère renchérit :
- Ca suffit maintenant, laissez nous sortir ou on appelle la police !
Un grand black, impressionnant, s’approche de ma mère, la poussant vers la caisse de Roger…
- T’entends ca Roger, ce n’est pas gentil ce qu’elle dit la bourge…
Nous sommes vite entourées ma mère et moi par tous ces jeunes…Je commence à paniquer sérieusement, je pousse un cri ! Une main c’est posés sur mes fesses…J’entends maman crier aussi ; Du coin de l’œil, je l’aperçois en train de se débattre au prise avec trois blacks qui tente de remonter sa jupe. Ils y arrivent et ils sifflent en découvrant les bas auto-fixant …Roger arrive a son tour.
- Ces bourgeoises, toutes des salopes, je suis sur qu’elles ont fais exprès d’entrer dans mon sex-shop
Protestations vaines de notre part…Mohamed me donne une claque sur mes fesse et soulèves ma tunique.
- Depuis le temps que tu nous fais bander en classe avec tes jupes courtes, tu vas y passer ma chienne ! Tu ne t’en doutes pas mais on te filme régulièrement en cours avec nos téléphones portables, surtout tes jambes et ton cul et on met les films sur internet…
Horrifiée d’apprendre cela, je tente de me dégager…Mohamed me tire par les cheveux et me met a quatre pattes sur le sol, il baisse d’un coup sec mon leggins et je pousse un cri. Il ricane en découvrant mon string en dentelle qu’il écarte, introduisant un doigt dans ma fente…
On ramène maman, échevelée, apeurée, devant moi. Ses seins sont déjà à l’air et des mains noires n’arrêtent pas de les malaxer. Maman, le visage ravagées par les larmes hoquète…Une bite noire se présente devant sa bouche et elle tourne la tête en criant. On la force à engloutir ce sexe énorme et elle doit accepter le chibre dans sa bouche. Elle commence à pomper la bite, la mâchoire déformée par l’épaisseur du membre. Les doigts fouillent mon intimité sans douceur. Je ne suis plus qu’un objet pour mon élève. Mohamed fébrilement se défait et sort un sexe d’un calibre impressionnant, je tente d’esquiver mais une main puissante me force à courber la tête et avaler sa queue. Je me retrouve comme maman à sucer cette bite dure et gonflée qui m’étouffe. Les larmes aux yeux, je salive sur la bite de mon élève…
- Putain ! Quelle salope, vas y, suce bien ma bite…
Ma mère pompe elle aussi la queue, j’entends ces protestations étouffées. On lui claque le cul quand elle proteste trop.



Roger, le gérant du sex-shop a sorti des godes, des menottes, des colliers et des laisses. Nous devons arrêter maman et moi nos fellations et nous nous retrouvons avec un collier en cuir autour du cou, une chaine attachée a un anneau. Maman, tenue en laisse par un des black doit faire le tour du sex-shop a quatre pattes, filmées par les téléphones portables, ils prennent tous des photos. Je dois reprendre ma fellation. Mohamed se retira, la bite dressée, et une autre queue s’engouffre dans ma bouche ne me laissant même pas le temps de respirer. Maman, a genoux, tenue en laisse par un des jeunes, suce sa bite en faisant des bruits de sucions obscènes…Elle prend la bite a pleine main, le branle puis lui titille le gland avec sa langue…Pendant qu’elle suce, les autres l’obligent à leur branler leurs bites.


Je suis renversée sur le dos et Mohamed plonge sur ma chatte. Je sens sa langue me titiller le clitoris. Ma mère subie vite le même sort. A quatre pattes, un black derrière elle lui bouffe la chatte. Maman pousse un cri et secoue sa tête dans tous les sens…Le gérant lui présente sa bite qu’elle avala sans rechigner.

Je donne des coups de reins, répondant aux coups de langue de mon élève…Je gémis.
- Tu prends ton pied ma salope !
- Sa mère aussi, une vraie chienne…
Maman s’active sur le sexe du gérant, pompant toutes les bites qui se présentent à elle. Un des jeunes se positionna derrière elle et l’enfourna. Elle poussa un hurlement. Les mains solidement accrochées aux hanches de ma mère, il commença à la pilonner comme un fou. Ses seins ballotant sous les coups de reins, maman continue de sucer la bite du gérant.

Mohamed releva mes jambes a la verticale et me pénétra, je sursautais sous l’intromission. Ses hanches s’agitent, je sens sa bite aller et venir, me perforant…Un autre black m’a pénétré la bouche de son sexe et je le pompe avec frénésie.
Il éjacula rapidement lâchant son sperme dans ma bouche. Je fus retournée à quatre pattes, tenue par la laisse et de nouveau pénétré par une autre queue. Mon corps secoué par les assauts de mon violeur, j’halète.
J’entends un hurlement déchirant ! Maman, à quatre pattes, jupe tirebouchonnée autour de la taille, se fait branler par deux jeunes. L’un a enfoncé quasiment toute sa main dans la chatte de ma mère et l’autre agite rapidement deux doigts dans son cul.
- Tu t’es déjà fait enculer la vieille ? lui crie-t-il…
Maman refuse de répondre et gémit…
Quelques fessées (bien que cela soit interdit maintenant !) la ramène dans le droit chemin…
- Non…Non…bafouille t’elle, jamais…
Eclats de rire général…
- Ben tu vas y passer la bourge !
Cri désespéré de maman…
Le grand black, une bite énorme dans la main s’approche du trou du cul de ma mère qui gigote pour tenter d’échapper à la pénétration…Il posa l’extrémité de son gland sur l’ouverture des reins et il poussa en s’agrippant aux hanches de ma mère, faisant rentrer la moitié de sa bite. Il attendit un peu permettant à ma mère de s’habituer et donnant un dernier coup de reins, il enfonça tous le reste dans le cul de maman. Il commença à la pilonner d’abord doucement puis de plus en plus vite, la défonçant brutalement malgré ses cris et ses supplications.
Toute la scène a été filmée…
Quand à moi, je me retrouve empalée sur une bite et enculée par une autre pendant que je dois sucer une troisième bite…Filmée en gros plan…


Je suis, relevée et courbée sur le comptoir et pénétrée par une queue ; je sens le ventre de mon tourmenteur claquer contre mes fesses. Sa bite s’enfonce dans ma fente.
- Ha la la, quelle chienne, tu vas nous obéir a partir de maintenant ! Avec toutes les photos que l’on a et les films, toi et ta mère vous allez devenir nos putes…
Je frémis…
Maman aussi proteste…
- Non, non je vous en supplie, ne faites pas ca !
Nos cris et nos gémissements se mélangent…Les salauds nous obligent à nous mettre à genoux l’une à coté de l’autre et se branlant au dessus de nos visages, ils éjaculent nous aspergeant de leurs foutres.


On joua et on abusa de nos corps pendant des heures. On nous enfonça différents godes de différentes tailles dans nos chattes et nos culs. Maman fut même obligée de me branler avec un gode. Sous les éclats de rire de nos agresseurs. Moi, je dus lui sucer la chatte. On nous obligea à nous déshabiller entièrement et nous habiller avec des déguisements. Soubrette pour maman : mini robe noire avec un tablier blanc, bas résilles et chaussures au talons d’au moins 16 cm…Ecolière pour moi : micro-jupe plissée écossaise dissimulant à peine mes fesses, un chemisier blanc trop ajustée, mes seins débordant du décolleté, bas blancs montant très haut et chaussures vernis à brides mais a talons hauts. Ils poussent même le vice jusqu'à m’obliger à me faire des couettes…Nous avons gardée notre collier et notre laisse…
- Nous allons sortir, lance Mohamed, les emmener dans d’autres sex-shop, elles vont faire le show et nous rapporter un paquet de pognon !!!
Nous crions ma mère et moi et nous sommes aussitôt bâillonnées par une boule en latex que l’on nous enfonce dans la bouche attachées par une lanière derrière la tête…Nos cris se transforment en gémissements. Maman et moi nous nous regardons, la mâchoire déformée par la boule…


Nous sortons du sex-shop, la nuit est tombée. Nous avançons dans la rue Saint-Denis, tenue en laisse, dans nos déguisements de putes ! Les passant nous dévisagent étonnés mais aucuns ne réagis. Nous allons de sex-shop en peep-show, nous faisant baisées par les patrons et les clients, trop content de l’aubaine ! A chaque fois, Mohamed encaisses les gains et nous avons du succès. Surtout quand Mohamed explique que nous sommes deux bourgeoises, la mère et la fille, venues s’encanaillées…Nous suçons des centaines de bites, je suis enculée un nombre incalculables de fois. Maman subie des gangs-bangs monstrueux…On se branle entre ses seins et on lui éjacule dessus. Son visage est maculé de sperme…et je ne suis pas mieux…


Plus de deux heures plus tard, le corps repus, haletantes, en sueur, du sperme gluant dans les cheveux et sur nos visages, les habits déchirés, Mohamed et ses complices nous conduisirent à leurs voitures. Inquiète, je demandais s’ils nous ramenaient chez nous. Mohamed éclata de rire !
- Tu rigoles ! On va dans la citée, on a des potes à vous présenter !
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#4,489 Posted: 11 May 2013 00:08
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Dans la voiture qui nous amène ma mère et moi dans la citée de Mohamed et ses ignobles complices, c’est l’enfer…On nous a contraints à remettre nos bâillons-boules dans la bouche, nous empêchant d’émettre le moindre son. Nous sommes à l’arrière et pendant le trajet, maman et moi nous subissons des attouchements de plus en plus pervers…Maman, dont les seins à l’air sont malaxés sans vergogne par un black et un autre jeune. On lui suce les tétons, on les pince, on farfouille sous sa micro robe de soubrette et des doigts s’infiltrent dans sa chatte ; Elle gémit à travers son bâillon. Pour ma part, je suis dans la deuxième voiture, et l’on m’enfonce dans la chatte toutes sortes de godes, me branlant avec tout le long du trajet…


Nous arrivons dans la citée, cela se reconnait sans mal à voir les carcasses de voitures calcinées qui jonchent le trottoir souvenir de la dernière nuit d’émeutes…Les voitures stoppent devant l’entrée d’un immeuble où traînent 5 à 6 jeunes, je suis éjectée de la voiture et maman aussi. Nous nous regardons, maman le regard rempli de terreur me dévisage…Au pied de l’immeuble, les jeunes nous regardent étonnés de voir deux belles femmes en tenues sexys mais bâillonnées accompagnées leurs potes…
- Putain ! Vas y…Mohamed, c’est qui c’est deux salopes ?
- 2 bourgeoises en chaleur, on va à la cave, tu surveilles et tu pourras en profiter après…
Nous sommes entraînées dans un escalier malgré nos protestations étouffées…Nos talons claquent sur le sol. Dans la cave, nous sommes dirigées vers un local où se trouvent quelques jeunes. Ils fument du cannabis et boivent de l’alcool tout en écoutant du rap…Ils s’arrêtent net de discuter en nous voyant…
Mohamed leur explique qui nous sommes, notamment que je suis leur prof et que nous devons subir en entraînement intensif, un dressage avant d’être mises au tapin…
J’entends maman qui émet un son indistinct à travers son bâillon en entendant ces mots…


Les jeunes se lèvent et se dirigent vers nous. Nous sommes empoignées et emmenées au milieu du local. On me malaxe les seins et des doigts inquisiteurs farfouillent mon intimité. Maman est courbée en avant, campée sur ses talons aiguilles, et elle subit une fouille en règle de sa chatte par plusieurs mains. Tout le monde rigole, je sens les doigts qui me fouillent. On me branle, on pince mon clitoris. Des doigts s’enfoncent dans mon cul. On me retire mon bâillon et une bite se présente devant ma bouche.
- Suce salope, suce-moi !
Je m’empare de la bite et l’avale, soumise…
Maman à genoux, pompe une bite noire qui l’étouffe à moitié. On lui agrippe les cheveux et la force à l’avaler entièrement jusqu’aux couilles…Elle a des hauts le cœur.
Beaucoup de nos agresseurs sont des élèves de ma classe…Ils font des photos et des films.

Maman, toujours en soubrette, à quatre pattes, est filmée en train de sucer un gode pendant qu’un des jeunes, un type au crane rasé lui enfonce un autre gode dans le cul…
Moi, on me prend en photo en train de sucer une bite d’un calibre impressionnant…
Je suis horrifiée d’entendre Mohamed dire qu’ils vont créer un site internet pour y mettre les photos. Le site pourrait être payant pour mater les films. Un des jeunes objecte qu’il ne faudrait pas qu’on nous identifie et Mohamed lui dit qu’il n’y a pas de problème car on peut flouter les visages…


Tirée par la laisse, je suis contrainte de m’agenouiller sur le sol crasseux de la cave. Mohamed poussa ma tête jusqu'à ce qu’elle touche le sol, cambrant mon cul. Je sentis le gland de son sexe forcé mon anus et je poussais un cri. Je reçu une volée de claques sur les fesses !
- Tais-toi, salope !
Sa bite força mon cul et il commença à me pilonner. Mes seins secoués par ses coups de boutoirs gigotent dans tous les sens…
Maman fut amenée devant moi et courbée en avant, elle dut accepter toutes les bites qui se présentaient devant elle…Il y a au moins une quinzaine de jeunes dans la cave… J’entends leurs cris et leurs rires…A l’entrée, un colosse donne les tarifs et encaisse…Maman suce une queue noire, s’étouffe, hoquète, recrache la bite pour reprendre sa respiration…Un seconde bite investit sa bouche, forçant ses lèvres rouges. On la contraint à branler une queue de ses mains manucurées…


Mohamed continue de me perforer et je sens une douce chaleur envahir mon bas-ventre…Je gémis…
- Tu prends ton pied ma salope ! On va faire de toi et ta mère de bonnes petite putes soumises…
Ma mère tente de protester mais ses cris sont étouffés par la bite qu’elle suce…De la bave coule sur son menton…On ne lui laisse aucun répit…A peine un des jeunes a-t-il éjaculé libérant son sperme dans la bouche de cette bourgeoise b.c.b.g., qu’un autre le remplace…On la force à avaler le foutre et elle s’étouffe…

Mohamed se retire et me lime la chatte maintenant, les mains crochées dans mes hanches, il me bourre sauvagement, j’halète, c’est plus fort que moi, je sens l’orgasme arriver….Je pousse un cri et je m’affale sur le sol…Un autre jeune se précipite et me retournant comme une crêpe me soulève les jambes et me pénètre violemment m’arrachant un cri. Maman, les seins recouverts de spermes, se retrouve à quatre pattes, une bite qui lui ramone le cul. La bouche ouverte sur un cri muet…
Ses gros seins sont malaxés par des centaines de mains…On s’amuse à lui tirer les tétons…Pendant que le jeune lui déchire le cul, elle doit accepter de sucer d’autres bites…Sous les commentaires ignobles…
- Bourre la cette pute, éclate lui son cul de bourgeoise…Défonce lui le cul à cette chienne !
- Je vais jouir dans ton cul, salope !!

On nous releva et, en fragile équilibre sur nos talons aiguilles, plusieurs mains relèvent une de nos jambes. Nous sommes, maman et moi, masturbées un long moment jusqu'à ce qu’un orgasme nous fasse crier. Je suis pénétrée par la queue d’un petit jeune pendant qu’un gros, presque obèse, enfile maman. Prises debout, nos seins ballotent…Leurs coups de bites nous font gémir…On force maman à sucer un gode.
Je me rends compte que maman à perdu un de ses escarpins et que ses bas sont déchirés…
Le gros défonce maman à grand coups de reins. Les yeux exorbitées, elle me regarde…Elle poussa soudain un cri bref et faillit tomber sous la violence de l’orgasme. Je subis les va et-vient de mon tourmenteur. Je sens la cyprine qui coule sur son membre…


On nous positionna à genoux pour le final…Tous les jeunes se présentent devant nous, et bouche ouverte, langue pendante, nous attendons…Les jets de spermes giclèrent allant s’écraser sur nos visages…J’en reçois sur le front, les yeux…Maman en a plein les cheveux et sur ses seins…On la contraint une dernière fois à piper une queue, celle de Mohamed, qui éjacula dans sa bouche l’étouffant avec son foutre…


Nous sortons de la cave, titubantes sur nos talons hauts...Maman se tord la cheville…Nous passons devant le jeune que Mohamed avait chargé de surveiller l’entrée. Il proteste en nous voyant partir…
Nous sommes livrées gracieusement à ce jeune. Son visage dissimulé par une capuche rabattue sur sa tête. Il s’empare de nous, nous pousse vers la voiture et nous cambre dessus, nos seins écrasés sur la tôle…Il me pénètre en premier et me donne de furieux coups de reins me faisant couiner…Il se retire et enfile maman qui, passive, accepte la bite de ce jeune qui pourrait être son fils voire son petit-fils tellement il parait jeune... Il défonce ma mère en l’insultant et en la traitant de grosse bourgeoise salope, de traînée…Il éjacula rapidement aspergeant le cul de maman de son sperme poisseux…


Nous sommes coincées maman et moi à l’arrière de la voiture entre Mohamed et Rachid, un de ses complices. Brahim conduit. Ils nous ramènent chez nous. Nous avons été contraintes de donner nos adresses personnelles. Mohamed fouille dans nos sacs à main qu’il a pris soin d’emmener après notre virée dans les sex-shops. Il découvre la photo de mon époux…
- C’est ton mari ? Il fait quoi ?
Je lui apprends qu’il est policier, à la BAC, et il ricane…
- Putain ! On vient de se taper une femme de flic, je connais plein de mecs qui seraient ravis de te défoncer ma belle…
Il se tourne vers ma mère :
- Et toi ? Tu bosses ?
Maman, tremblante lui avoue qu’elle est directrice d’une agence bancaire …
- Et ton mari ?
- Il travaille dans le BTP, il dirige une société…
Eclat de rire de Mohamed :
- Je pense que les ouvriers de ton mari rêvent de te déchirer le cul !!
Maman et moi nous baissons la tête, honteuse…
Mohamed donne ses instructions…
- Demain, dit il en s’adressant à moi, au lycée, tu seras habillée sexy, jupe courte , talons hauts et bas nylons.
Il se tourne vers ma mère…
- Toi, tu ne vas pas bosser demain, tu seras malade…Tu auras de la visite, habille toi sexy, pour appâter les clients !!!...Et t’inquiète pas pour ton boulot, à la banque on va contacter tes employés…Je suis sûr qu’ils seront ravis de pouvoir te sauter !!!!



Nous avons été ramenées chez nous...Maman m’a avoué le lendemain, que Rachid, Brahim et Mohamed l’avaient baisée une dernière fois sur le lit conjugal l’abandonnant recouverte de sperme…
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#4,490 Posted: 11 May 2013 00:08
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Ramenée chez moi, je m’empressais de prendre une douche. Avec une crème apaisante, je soulageais les brûlures dues aux multiples enculages que j’avais dû supporter. Mon mari rentra tard et il me trouva pimpante dans le salon de notre appartement. Cependant, il ne compris pas quand je trouvais une excuse bidon (j’ai mal à la tête !!) pour qu’il ne me fasse pas l’amour…Je me demande encore pourquoi je ne lui ai rien dit de notre mésaventure…J’étais très troublée par ce qu’il venait de m’arriver. Maman et moi avions été contraintes bien sûr mais nous avions également eu des orgasmes…une jouissance que je n’avais jamais ressentie jusque là…Epuisée, je me couchais de bonne heure et dormis d’une traite jusqu’au matin….


En arrivant au lycée, une petite appréhension m’étreignait la poitrine. J’avais longuement hésité devant ma penderie le matin, me demandant comment je devais m’habiller. Je me souvenais des ordres de Mohamed qui m’avait demandé d’être sexy…Refusant d’abdiquer si facilement, je m’habillai d’une jupe à carreaux s’arrêtant juste au-dessus du genou, un haut blanc, des bas noirs et des escarpins à talons plats.
Je traversais les couloirs me rendant dans ma salle de classe quand je tombais sur Mohamed et Rachid. Je blêmis en les voyants. Mohamed s’approcha de moi :
- Comment t’es sapée !!! Tu te fous de ma gueule : on avait dis sexy ! T’as mis une culotte, je parie ?
- Je vous préviens que je vais porter plainte si vous continuer à me harceler ! Lançais-je d’une voix que je voulais autoritaire.
Mais Mohamed et Rachid ricanèrent :
- Vas y porte plainte et demain ton mari et ton père auront les vidéos de vos exploits à ta mère et à toi ! Surtout quand tu jouis tellement que tu tombes par terre ! Alors ? Tu obéis ?
Tétanisée, je ne pus qu’acquiescer…
Rachid et Mohamed m’entrainèrent vers les toilettes.
Mohamed sortit un objet de sa poche. Cela ressemblait à un œuf mais de couleur rose. J’écarquillais les yeux, ne comprenant pas…
- Tu vas t’enfoncer ça dans la chatte, salope !!
Je me sentis devenir rouge de honte…
- Relève ta jupe !! aboya Rachid.
Apeurée, je m’exécutais…Je soulevais doucement ma jupe dévoilant mes jambes…Arrivée à la lisière de la jarretière, je m’arrêtais…
- Continue, connasse ! Fais voir ta culotte !
Je soulevai la jupe laissant apparaitre mon string en dentelle …Je reçu immédiatement une violente claque sur les fesses et je dus l’enlever….
Mohamed s’approcha de moi et m’introduisit l’œuf dans la chatte. Puis il sortit une espèce de télécommande de sa poche et me la montra, hilare….
- Tu vas prendre ton pied ma salope !!!
Il actionna un bouton et l’œuf se mit à vibrer dans mon intimité !!! C’était une sensation étrange de sentir ce corps étranger bouger dans ma chatte. Très vite, je ressenti une délicieuse chaleur dans mon bas-ventre. Rachid me dégagea les seins de mon haut et baissa les balconnets de mon soutien-gorge. Il me suça les pointes lentement, me les mordillant à peine. L’œuf continue de vibrer et je mouille comme une folle.
Mohamed m’explique qu’il peut choisir la vitesse de vibration de l’engin et joignant le geste à la parole, il appuie sur un autre bouton. Immédiatement, je sens l’œuf vibrer de plus en plus vite. C’en est trop…Je me mords les lèvres en gémissant et donne de furieux coups de reins ; Mohamed passe sa main sur ma vulve et ramène ses doigts couverts de cyprine. Il me force à les nettoyer avec la langue et je m’exécute vilement.
Il arrêta le moteur de l’œuf me laissant au bord de l’orgasme et je ne pus m’empêcher de pousser une exclamation de dépit.
- Tu vas aller en cours, sans culotte et avec l’œuf dans la chatte. Je me mettrais au premier rang et je te ferais prendre ton pied en plein cours si je veux !
- Oh non, non pas ça, je vous en supplie…
Je suis affolée à l’idée de jouir en pleine classe devant mes élèves…
Mais Mohamed et Rachid, impitoyables, me laissèrent seule dans les toilettes. Juste quand raisonnait la sonnerie annonçant le début des cours…


Je marche maladroitement sur l’estrade. Gênée par l’œuf. Honteuse d’être sans sous-vêtement, je n’arrête pas de me demander, angoissée, si cela ce voit à travers le tissu de ma jupe…
Au premier rang, Mohamed, Rachid et Brahim me dévisagent. Une lueur ironique dans le regard…
Je suis en train de donner une explication à un élève quand je sens l’œuf se mettre à vibrer. Je sursaute et m’arrête net de parler. Je deviens toute rouge. Je continue de donner mon cours en balbutiant…
- Ca ne va pas Madame ? Vous vous sentez mal ?
- Non, non, ça va, merci.
Les jambes flageolantes, je retourne m’asseoir à mon bureau. Il y a une ouverture dessous et l’on peut voir mes jambes. Certains de mes élèves ne doivent pas se priver de les mater du reste…
Je donne un exercice à faire pour être tranquille.
Mohamed se lève, me regarde dans les yeux et me tend un bout de papier. Horrifiée, je découvre le message…
- Ecarte les cuisses que l’on voit ta chatte…
Docilement, je m’exécute. J’écarte lentement mes jambes. Ma jupe s’est retroussée sur mes cuisses et l’on doit se rendre compte que je ne porte rien dessous si l’on se penche un peu. Je réalise, humiliée, que c’est ce que font plusieurs de mes élèves ! Mon Dieu ! Ils vont apercevoir ma fente !!
J’entends des chuchotements et des gloussements…J’essaye de rester naturelle…
La sonnerie retentit et je sursaute. Soulagée, je salue mes élèves qui sortent précipitamment. Sauf Rachid, Brahim et Mohamed…
Brahim s’approche du bureau et me demande de me lever. J’obéis.
- Soulève ta jupe !
Il introduit un doigt dans ma chatte.
- T’es trempée ma salope, une vraie fontaine !!!
Les autres éclatent de rire. Mohamed a sorti un appareil photo numérique et il commence à me filmer malgré mes supplications…
- Monte sur ton bureau. Ordonne Rachid.
Je m’exécute et monte sur mon bureau. Je suis obligée de retrousser ma jupe au maximum dévoilant mes jambes gainées de bas noirs à mes trois élèves pervers.
Il me demande de me mettre en position accroupie sur le bureau. Cette posture ne leur cache rien de mon intimité. Mohamed filme et Brahim prend des photos. Je dois sortir mes seins de mon soutien-gorge et je me retrouve la poitrine dénudée en pleine classe !
Rachid actionna l’œuf et très vite je me mis à gémir. Je les supplie d’arrêter.
- Ca va faire un film du tonnerre, lâche Mohamed, les internautes vont adorer…
On m’oblige à changer de position et je me retrouve à quatre pattes sur mon bureau, le cul tourné vers la caméra, l’œuf vibrant toujours. Brahim m’enfonça un doigt dans le cul. Le faisant coulisser rapidement. Rachid fit le tour et enfourna sa bite dans ma bouche m’étouffant à moitié. Je lui suce le gland, le pompant frénétiquement. Brahim agite ses doigts de plus en plus vite et je gémis de bonheur. Rachid m’agrippe les cheveux et fait coulisser son membre entre mes lèvres. Il déchargea sa semence qui s’écoula dans le fond de ma gorge…Rachid retira ses doigts et me fit descendre du bureau. Il me retourna et me plaqua dessus, les seins écrasés. Il me pénétra brutalement, et me donna de violents coups de reins. Très vite, il joui et je sentis son sperme couler le long de mes cuisses.
Mohamed réclamant sa part du gâteau mais continuant à filmer, je dus le rejoindre à quatre pattes, comme une chienne me lancèrent-ils, et je dus le sucer sous l’œil de la caméra qui me filme en gros plan, jusqu’à ce qu’il m’asperge le visage de foutre….


Le portable de Mohamed sonna. Il vient de recevoir un texto.
- Des nouvelles de ta mère, me lance t’il…Elle a bien bossé, elle nous a rapporté un max de fric…Va falloir t’y mettre toi aussi !
Je baisse la tête, effondrée…Ma pauvre maman ! Qu’a-t-elle donc bien pu subir comme humiliations ?
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Enfin une bonne histoire dans la langue de Molière... Merci
Effectivement, il y a certainement beaucoup plus de personnes parlant anglais que français ! Malheureusement...
Bonne continuation
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Shocked Into My Place


My girlfriend Kelly had been unhappy for months. No matter what we tried, I couldn't satisfy her. Despite my physical size-6' 3", 210 lbs and muscular frame, my cock (if you can call it that) only gets to about 5-1/2 inches hard and doesn't stay hard for long without a great effort from my partner. We did find that I could stay hard longer and she gets more aroused when she insults my manhood during sex, often saying she wished she had a real man while fucking me. I felt sorry for her but, being selfish, I just ignored the problem until she was totally frustrated.

Last Friday I decided to call her at work to she if she wanted to go out for a romantic dinner, but her assistant said that she called in sick. It was around lunchtime and I figured I'd run home and check on her (we'd been living together for about 6 months). When I entered our apartment, I heard loud music and what sounded like screaming. I went to the bedroom to find Kelly getting fucked from behind by a man I recognized from my apartment building, Alan. Alan was a black man of similar size to myself, only with one major difference, a cock that made me doubt we were even members of the same sex.

I was so taken back by his member, at least 10 inches long and 3 times as thick as mine, that I couldn't even respond when Kelly asked me what took me so long to get home. Before I could regain my composure and respond to the question, Kelly turned to Alan and said, "Alan, this is the guy I told you about, my friend Pat." Apparently Kelly had told Alan that I might interrupt them-and that I was her GAY friend. Alan turned to me and said, "Kelly tells me you like dark meat. Is that true?"

I looked at Kelly and saw her smile as she saw my disappointed face. I quickly thought that if I walked out now, my relationship with Kelly would be over, so I turned to Alan and spoke the words that would forever change my life, "Sugar, that thing might just kill me, but if it does, I'll be the happiest bitch ever!" Kelly's face lit up with excitement as she got up and said, "You guys get better acquainted, I'll go make us some drinks." As she walked by me to the kitchen, she slapped my ass and said, "Get undressed and show Alan that little moneymaker of yours."

I was frightened, but excited, at what was going to happen that day. I must admit, I have always thought about what it would be like to get gang-banged by a bunch of hot studs like the women in porno movies do, but it never occurred to me that I would find out first hand. I started to take off my clothes slowly and seductively, but Alan told me, "Cut out that romance shit and strip, Bitch!" I did as I was told and stood before the most well hung guy I'd ever seen naked and nervous as Kelly came back with our drinks and led me to her lover.

Alan said that we should drink before he fucked us because, "It might ease the pain of my manmeat ripping you 2 sluts open." As we drank, I asked Alan how he had met my friend Kelly. He said, "I was in a club and this little freak started rubbing up against me on the dance floor. I told her she better watch out or she might make me cum. She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the parking lot and blew me, so I made her a weekly lay. She even blew me and my friends while we watched the Super Bowl."

I now knew why she hadn't gone with me to the Super Bowl party I attended, but despite the hurt of her betrayal, I couldn't take my eyes off Alan's mammoth cock. I was frightened by its size as I had used buttplugs before, but never could get even a 7-inch dildo into my ass. By now Kelly had I hand buried in her wet pussy and was nibbling on Alan's earlobe. She whispered something into his ear and he turned to me smiling.

Alan looked into my eyes and said, "Get over here and suck me, Cunt." I took a deep breath, returned his smile and walked over to where Alan and Kelly sat. I kneeled down in front of him, grabbed he semi-erect cock in my hand, and kissed the tip. I then liked the pisshole and tasted his salty pre-cum. I was getting hard between my legs as I slid my tongue down his cock to the base and then back up to the tip, pausing to look into his eyes before wrapping my lips around the head and guiding him into my warm, eager mouth.

I sucked lightly and swirled my tongue around his beautiful cock as he groaned in pleasure. I looked up at Kelly and she smiled at me, giggled and whispered into Alan's ear again. Alan then grabbed me by the back of my head and started to jack himself off with my mouth. I felt like a piece of meat, not a person giving pleasure to another, and I loved it!

I could feel the hot steel of his cock hitting the back of my throat as he pushed farther and faster. As his pace quickened, I started to jack my own little cock in anticipation of getting covered in his gooey cum. Alan's breaths came quicker, and he said, "Bitch, your gonna swallow every drop if you want me to be gentle with your ass!" The I heard Kelly chime in, "Honey, cum all over that cunt's face." Alan must have thought this was a better idea, because he stood up, pulling his throbbing tool from between my lips and let loose with a steady stream of cum.

I still had my mouth open and caught as much of that lovehoney as I could, but he sprayed it all over my face. As he stopped pumping his cock, Alan shoved his quickly softening rod into my mouth and I eagerly sucked the remaining cum out of his cock and into my stomach. I then heard Kelly say, "Bitch, wipe that cum off your face and rub in on your little clit." I wiped the remaining cum into my hand and rubbed it over my cock, causing a little explosion of cum which I caught in my left hand, thirsty for the taste of more cum like an addict.

As I sucked my own cum from my hand and swallowed it, Kelly laughed and said to Alan, "That little whore can't get enough cum-we should have your friends play with her little ass and mouth." Alan told her that it was a good idea and would definitely happen soon. He then turned to me and looked into my eyes, captivating me, and said, "My ass needs attention. Kelly usually cleans it, but I like the way you work your tongue, Slut."

He pushed Kelly onto her back on my bed and lay on top of her, kissing her roughly and sticking 3 fingers into her juicy cunt. I kissed all over his great, muscular ass and then opened his cheeks with my hands. As I licked around his hole and smelled his pure masculinity, I felt my cock getting hard again like a little whore getting wet between the legs. I was turning into the little cum-catching whore I was always meant to be. I dove into his asshole with my tongue, in return exciting Alan which benefited Kelly when he shoved his fingers further into her.

I hungrily sucked and licked his ass, just feeling lucky that this god of a man would let me near him. He then pushed me off him, stood up, flipped Kelly onto her stomach, and rammed his cock into her pussy. As soon as he entered her she screamed like a woman getting fucked for the first time, which she basically was. Alan ripped into her, yelling, "Take it you slut. Take my cock."

Kelly came over and over in a matter of minutes and, sweat pouring off her and Alan, she was completely spent. Alan pulled out of her and looked at me as Kelly rolled over, a smile plastering her face. "Your turn, faggot," he said, a wicked grin on his face. Kelly reached over to the bedstand and pulled out a bottle of lubricant, squeezing some onto her hand and coating Alan's cock with it before turning her attention to me. As she squirted the lube into and around my ass, she whispered to me, "Now you're going to find out what I've been needing for these past 6 months," and then kissed me, turning to Alan and saying, "This bitch is ready for mounting. Fuck the shit out of him."

Alan moved behind me and grabbed my hips with his hands. He slapped his fat cock on my ass and rubbed it around my ass and balls for awhile, getting harder and harder. "Get ready to squeal, Bitch," was all he said as he pressed his cockhead against my asshole and began to push. I figured he knew my asshole was virgin territory due to the tightness, and looked back at him, saying, "Please be gentle with me, stud. I've never seen anything that big before."

"I know. Kelly told me that your little cock is nothing compared to mine, but I had to see it to believe it. That's why she invited me over to fuck your bitch-ass, Slut." I was shocked. Alan knew I was Kelly's boyfriend. She had planned this whole thing. As I turned to face her I saw her wicked grin. "I wanted to show you what it felt like to be a woman so you could learn to please a man, because you'll sure never please a woman with that pathetic little pecker of yours." As she and Alan laughed about my cock, I started to say something to Kelly but Alan quickly cut me off. "I'm just getting started with you, Bitch." He then sunk the entire head of his cock into my ass, knocking the wind out of me and sending a flash of pain throughout my body. At this point, Kelly kneeled by me and became my coach, telling me to relax my ass muscles and push back against Alan's cock to meet his thrusts. "I'll turn you into a good little faggot yet," she said.

As I relaxed, Alan guided more of his missile into me and I loved it. The feeling of a big, strong man protecting me, pleasing me, giving me his cum to swallow was turning me on like never before, sending me into a sexual paradise I could get lost in. Kelly saw my smile and said, "Alan, he's really getting into this. Fuck him harder and he'll probably pledge himself to you forever."

Alan pulled his cock almost all of the way out of me and then, with a mighty thrust, slammed the whole 10 inches into my ass until his balls were slapping against mine. I was going crazy I loved it so much. I screamed, "Yes, slam that big fucking nigger cock in my ass."

Alan said, "Yeah, I'm the head nigger, fucking the pathetic little white bitch and his girlfriend. I can't wait to let my boys **** you. They just gonna love gang-banging you and this other bitch."

As I continued to meet his thrusts Kelly explained what he meant, saying, "He means it. He's got like ten friends all with big, black cocks that'll fuck you until you can't move, and then again for good measure. I should know." I didn't have the capacity to think about it as my head was swimming in the sexual heat. My ass was on fire as Alan ripped into me again and again. "How you like that, Bitch? Huh? How you like my cock in your faggot-ass?"

I screamed my answer back, "I love it. Keep slamming that monster cock into me. Please don't stop." I really meant it, too. I had completely turned into a cock hungry bitch, and I loved it. Alan's pace picked up, and then he pulled out of me and sprayed cum all over my stomach and chest. I rubbed it into my skin and licked it off my hands. He moved over to my face and said, "Now clean your fucking shit off my dick, Slut." I eagerly took his cock into my mouth and cleaned him of the remaining cum and my shit, all of which tasted great when I sucked it off his cock.

I kept his cock in my mouth until it softened, and it was still twice the size of mine. Then Kelly came over and kissed me, telling me how proud she was of her new "girlfriend". Alan had dressed and was about to leave when he said, "Get a lot of rest tonight and clean yourself up a bit. I'm bringing all my friends over tomorrow to watch the Bulls game, and basketball makes us all horny. You might as well call into work sick for Monday, because you won't be walking anytime soon after tomorrow night." Alan laughed as he left, but I licked my lips.

I can't wait until tomorrow night!

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#4,494 Posted: 16 May 2013 00:38
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Shocked Into My Place


My girlfriend Kelly had been unhappy for months. No matter what we tried, I couldn't satisfy her. Despite my physical size-6' 3", 210 lbs and muscular frame, my cock (if you can call it that) only gets to about 5-1/2 inches hard and doesn't stay hard for long without a great effort from my partner. We did find that I could stay hard longer and she gets more aroused when she insults my manhood during sex, often saying she wished she had a real man while fucking me. I felt sorry for her but, being selfish, I just ignored the problem until she was totally frustrated.

Last Friday I decided to call her at work to she if she wanted to go out for a romantic dinner, but her assistant said that she called in sick. It was around lunchtime and I figured I'd run home and check on her (we'd been living together for about 6 months). When I entered our apartment, I heard loud music and what sounded like screaming. I went to the bedroom to find Kelly getting fucked from behind by a man I recognized from my apartment building, Alan. Alan was a black man of similar size to myself, only with one major difference, a cock that made me doubt we were even members of the same sex.

I was so taken back by his member, at least 10 inches long and 3 times as thick as mine, that I couldn't even respond when Kelly asked me what took me so long to get home. Before I could regain my composure and respond to the question, Kelly turned to Alan and said, "Alan, this is the guy I told you about, my friend Pat." Apparently Kelly had told Alan that I might interrupt them-and that I was her GAY friend. Alan turned to me and said, "Kelly tells me you like dark meat. Is that true?"

I looked at Kelly and saw her smile as she saw my disappointed face. I quickly thought that if I walked out now, my relationship with Kelly would be over, so I turned to Alan and spoke the words that would forever change my life, "Sugar, that thing might just kill me, but if it does, I'll be the happiest bitch ever!" Kelly's face lit up with excitement as she got up and said, "You guys get better acquainted, I'll go make us some drinks." As she walked by me to the kitchen, she slapped my ass and said, "Get undressed and show Alan that little moneymaker of yours."

I was frightened, but excited, at what was going to happen that day. I must admit, I have always thought about what it would be like to get gang-banged by a bunch of hot studs like the women in porno movies do, but it never occurred to me that I would find out first hand. I started to take off my clothes slowly and seductively, but Alan told me, "Cut out that romance shit and strip, Bitch!" I did as I was told and stood before the most well hung guy I'd ever seen naked and nervous as Kelly came back with our drinks and led me to her lover.

Alan said that we should drink before he fucked us because, "It might ease the pain of my manmeat ripping you 2 sluts open." As we drank, I asked Alan how he had met my friend Kelly. He said, "I was in a club and this little freak started rubbing up against me on the dance floor. I told her she better watch out or she might make me cum. She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the parking lot and blew me, so I made her a weekly lay. She even blew me and my friends while we watched the Super Bowl."

I now knew why she hadn't gone with me to the Super Bowl party I attended, but despite the hurt of her betrayal, I couldn't take my eyes off Alan's mammoth cock. I was frightened by its size as I had used buttplugs before, but never could get even a 7-inch dildo into my ass. By now Kelly had I hand buried in her wet pussy and was nibbling on Alan's earlobe. She whispered something into his ear and he turned to me smiling.

Alan looked into my eyes and said, "Get over here and suck me, Cunt." I took a deep breath, returned his smile and walked over to where Alan and Kelly sat. I kneeled down in front of him, grabbed he semi-erect cock in my hand, and kissed the tip. I then liked the pisshole and tasted his salty pre-cum. I was getting hard between my legs as I slid my tongue down his cock to the base and then back up to the tip, pausing to look into his eyes before wrapping my lips around the head and guiding him into my warm, eager mouth.

I sucked lightly and swirled my tongue around his beautiful cock as he groaned in pleasure. I looked up at Kelly and she smiled at me, giggled and whispered into Alan's ear again. Alan then grabbed me by the back of my head and started to jack himself off with my mouth. I felt like a piece of meat, not a person giving pleasure to another, and I loved it!

I could feel the hot steel of his cock hitting the back of my throat as he pushed farther and faster. As his pace quickened, I started to jack my own little cock in anticipation of getting covered in his gooey cum. Alan's breaths came quicker, and he said, "Bitch, your gonna swallow every drop if you want me to be gentle with your ass!" The I heard Kelly chime in, "Honey, cum all over that cunt's face." Alan must have thought this was a better idea, because he stood up, pulling his throbbing tool from between my lips and let loose with a steady stream of cum.

I still had my mouth open and caught as much of that lovehoney as I could, but he sprayed it all over my face. As he stopped pumping his cock, Alan shoved his quickly softening rod into my mouth and I eagerly sucked the remaining cum out of his cock and into my stomach. I then heard Kelly say, "Bitch, wipe that cum off your face and rub in on your little clit." I wiped the remaining cum into my hand and rubbed it over my cock, causing a little explosion of cum which I caught in my left hand, thirsty for the taste of more cum like an addict.

As I sucked my own cum from my hand and swallowed it, Kelly laughed and said to Alan, "That little whore can't get enough cum-we should have your friends play with her little ass and mouth." Alan told her that it was a good idea and would definitely happen soon. He then turned to me and looked into my eyes, captivating me, and said, "My ass needs attention. Kelly usually cleans it, but I like the way you work your tongue, Slut."

He pushed Kelly onto her back on my bed and lay on top of her, kissing her roughly and sticking 3 fingers into her juicy cunt. I kissed all over his great, muscular ass and then opened his cheeks with my hands. As I licked around his hole and smelled his pure masculinity, I felt my cock getting hard again like a little whore getting wet between the legs. I was turning into the little cum-catching whore I was always meant to be. I dove into his asshole with my tongue, in return exciting Alan which benefited Kelly when he shoved his fingers further into her.

I hungrily sucked and licked his ass, just feeling lucky that this god of a man would let me near him. He then pushed me off him, stood up, flipped Kelly onto her stomach, and rammed his cock into her pussy. As soon as he entered her she screamed like a woman getting fucked for the first time, which she basically was. Alan ripped into her, yelling, "Take it you slut. Take my cock."

Kelly came over and over in a matter of minutes and, sweat pouring off her and Alan, she was completely spent. Alan pulled out of her and looked at me as Kelly rolled over, a smile plastering her face. "Your turn, faggot," he said, a wicked grin on his face. Kelly reached over to the bedstand and pulled out a bottle of lubricant, squeezing some onto her hand and coating Alan's cock with it before turning her attention to me. As she squirted the lube into and around my ass, she whispered to me, "Now you're going to find out what I've been needing for these past 6 months," and then kissed me, turning to Alan and saying, "This bitch is ready for mounting. Fuck the shit out of him."

Alan moved behind me and grabbed my hips with his hands. He slapped his fat cock on my ass and rubbed it around my ass and balls for awhile, getting harder and harder. "Get ready to squeal, Bitch," was all he said as he pressed his cockhead against my asshole and began to push. I figured he knew my asshole was virgin territory due to the tightness, and looked back at him, saying, "Please be gentle with me, stud. I've never seen anything that big before."

"I know. Kelly told me that your little cock is nothing compared to mine, but I had to see it to believe it. That's why she invited me over to fuck your bitch-ass, Slut." I was shocked. Alan knew I was Kelly's boyfriend. She had planned this whole thing. As I turned to face her I saw her wicked grin. "I wanted to show you what it felt like to be a woman so you could learn to please a man, because you'll sure never please a woman with that pathetic little pecker of yours." As she and Alan laughed about my cock, I started to say something to Kelly but Alan quickly cut me off. "I'm just getting started with you, Bitch." He then sunk the entire head of his cock into my ass, knocking the wind out of me and sending a flash of pain throughout my body. At this point, Kelly kneeled by me and became my coach, telling me to relax my ass muscles and push back against Alan's cock to meet his thrusts. "I'll turn you into a good little faggot yet," she said.

As I relaxed, Alan guided more of his missile into me and I loved it. The feeling of a big, strong man protecting me, pleasing me, giving me his cum to swallow was turning me on like never before, sending me into a sexual paradise I could get lost in. Kelly saw my smile and said, "Alan, he's really getting into this. Fuck him harder and he'll probably pledge himself to you forever."

Alan pulled his cock almost all of the way out of me and then, with a mighty thrust, slammed the whole 10 inches into my ass until his balls were slapping against mine. I was going crazy I loved it so much. I screamed, "Yes, slam that big fucking nigger cock in my ass."

Alan said, "Yeah, I'm the head nigger, fucking the pathetic little white bitch and his girlfriend. I can't wait to let my boys **** you. They just gonna love gang-banging you and this other bitch."

As I continued to meet his thrusts Kelly explained what he meant, saying, "He means it. He's got like ten friends all with big, black cocks that'll fuck you until you can't move, and then again for good measure. I should know." I didn't have the capacity to think about it as my head was swimming in the sexual heat. My ass was on fire as Alan ripped into me again and again. "How you like that, Bitch? Huh? How you like my cock in your faggot-ass?"

I screamed my answer back, "I love it. Keep slamming that monster cock into me. Please don't stop." I really meant it, too. I had completely turned into a cock hungry bitch, and I loved it. Alan's pace picked up, and then he pulled out of me and sprayed cum all over my stomach and chest. I rubbed it into my skin and licked it off my hands. He moved over to my face and said, "Now clean your fucking shit off my dick, Slut." I eagerly took his cock into my mouth and cleaned him of the remaining cum and my shit, all of which tasted great when I sucked it off his cock.

I kept his cock in my mouth until it softened, and it was still twice the size of mine. Then Kelly came over and kissed me, telling me how proud she was of her new "girlfriend". Alan had dressed and was about to leave when he said, "Get a lot of rest tonight and clean yourself up a bit. I'm bringing all my friends over tomorrow to watch the Bulls game, and basketball makes us all horny. You might as well call into work sick for Monday, because you won't be walking anytime soon after tomorrow night." Alan laughed as he left, but I licked my lips.

I can't wait until tomorrow night!

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After Kelly had succeeded in turning me into a cum slut for large black men (in fact, she told me that she caught me dreaming of Alan fucking me with my fingers thrusting into my ass!), my life changed dramatically. My name is Pat, and I am now in my early 30's, and one of 10 VPs at the company I work for.

I was no longer the powerful, intimidating leader at me office, instead submitting to the ideas of others and withdrawing more and more into my office to fantasize about the more powerful men in the office fucking me silly. Although I know it is impossible, I thought I could see in every smile and whisper that they knew I wanted to be fucked like a little slut, and they loved it as I had made a lot of enemies with my ruthless style while climbing the corporate ladder.

Kelly moved in with Alan but was frequently at my apartment with Alan and his friends as they took turns fucking my mouth and ass while watching my huge TV. We also frequently took days off to shop together so we could both look slutty and hot for our men. I could get so hard being humiliated by Kelly and the sales girls at the naughty lingerie shops when Kelly would describe that we were shopping for feminine items for me since I loved to suck and fuck big black cocks….I even sucked a couple of men off in the store once when they overheard and wanted proof.

Alan and his friends expanded my sexual horizons so much. They loved to take me out with them to exclusive clubs and then, in the VIP sections where anything goes, they'd have me suck off guys while Alan and his friends fucked their girlfriends. Mostly these were white couples where the man was established and rich (typically 30-50 years old) with a trophy wife or girlfriend. These men loved to humiliate me, their little whiteboy bitch, and they would often sit around with Alan and his friends commenting what a pussyboy I was for letting them cum in my mouth and on my face and in my hair. Occassionally Alan would let the men take me home to use anyway they wanted while Alan and his friends took their hot wives home for the fucking of their lives. I was always disappointed when this happened…not because I was being used, but because it meant I wouldn't get a big, black cock in my ass!

Kelly stopped by the office from time to time and I would catch her talking with groups of my coworkers or my secretary, Lisa. Lisa was 19, straight out of high school, and beautiful. She had long red hair and fair skin and always dressed sexy to get the attention of the men in the office. She had worked for me for about a year and had to have noticed how the sexual tension that used to exist between us no longer was there, the result of my lack of interest in female companionship. Kelly had grown a friendship with Lisa and they lunched together often. I always wondered if they talked about my pussyboy lifestyle. Kelly was getting more striking every year, it seemed, and the 2 of them would often take my coworkers to lunch for male company.

Often while they were at lunch Kelly would call me on her cell phone and ask if her pussyboy was playing with herself. I would rub my little cock through my pants and tell her I was playing with my clitty. Once when this happened I heard other people laughing at my answer and suspected that Kelly had turned the cell on "speakerphone" …thank goodness they couldn't recognize my little bitch voice as I described to Kelly how I was licking my lips thinking of the cock I would get that night at the club. When they got back from lunch Kelly didn't drop in but Lisa brought some papers by my desk for me to sign and, instead of asking me to sign them like she usually did, she just looked into my eyes with a glare of power and said," Sign these, bitch." When I bowed my head and signed, Lisa ran her hand through my hair and told me, "It's okay, sweetie. We're going to have fun in the office from here on out."

Lisa then told me that she wanted a 20% raise and more time off, or she would tell my coworkers of my other life. I granted her these concessions and found that we developed a relationship like that of girlfriends, often sitting in my closed office recanting our previous nights' sexual conquests or gossiping about which men in the office were really hot. Lisa then had her boyfriend, Tom, interview for an open position under me and, during the interview, walked in and shut the door behind her. When I asked her if she needed anything, she said to me "Shut up, Bitch! I'm here to have Tom fuck me in front of you. We're all going to get naked and Tom is going to see what a little pussyboy bitch you are."

As we stripped, I noticed 2 things. First, Lisa was even more stunning than I imagined, with great firm little tits and a tight ass. The other thing I noticed is that I was completely ignoring her to look at Tom's 10-inch cock. Tom was nice and tall, about 6'2," sculpted body and model looks. As Lisa and Tom started making out in front of me, rubbing their bodies against one another, Lisa saw me looking at Tom and smiled wickedly. "You'll get to taste parts of Tom soon enough, Slut" she said. She pulled out a bow for my hair, a crotchless thong and lipstick and told me to put them on. As I finished, she pulled out a camera and started taking photos of me, laughing as she did so.

After snapping about 10 pictures of me, she told me to get on my knees and crawl over to where Tom stood. As I obliged, she laughed and called me a pathetic cumslut. She told me that Tom was the alpha male in the room, and that I needed to do whatever he told me to do. Tom told me to suck his cock. I was shocked at this but then understood that Tom was confident enough in his sexuality that he just considered me another slut.

I hungrily licked my lips and grabbed his cock in my right hand, rubbing it to get it hard as I licked some precum from the slit. Lisa was now playing with herself with one hand while snapping pictures with the digital camera. I swallowed Tom's huge cock down my throat until I felt his pubic hair against my lips. He was thrusting hard into my mouth and throat while holding my head with both hands….leaving him in control just as I like it. He slammed that great cock into my throat over and over while I played with his balls. I could sense him having trouble holding back and so did he, as he pulled his cock from my mouth and turned around and bent over. I didn't need to be told what to do, because I love eating ass. I licked from his balls back to his glorious asshole, taking time to smell his manly scent. I then licked around the hole to tease him for a while before driving my tongue into his ass.

Lisa was so turned on by this that she came hard on her hand…loud enough that I think we all wondered if any coworkers heard her. She then concentrated on getting close-ups of my ass-eating exploits. Then she dropped the camera and started sucking Tom off while I ate his ass. I didn't like sharing this awesome man but he was her boyfriend, after all, and she could destroy my reputation if I pissed her off. Tom told Lisa he was about to come and she pulled his cock out and spun him to me…a great surprise as I sucked him deep and felt him tense up. He came in buckets in my mouth and even pulled out and blasted my face and hair with a couple spurts (good thing I have a private bathroom with shower!).

Lisa took shot after shot of my used mouth with cum all over and laughed at what a pathetic cumslut I was. I beamed a great smile thinking that I had probably given Tom the best head and ass licking of his life! Tom started to dress but Lisa told him he wasn't done. She led both of us to my bathroom and told me to lie in the tub. She then got the camera ready and told Tom to piss on me. She warned me not to spit any out but to drink all I could catch. I had never had a golden shower and was a little worried about how it would taste. My worry was erased quickly as Tom's stream of piss hit my chest and then went right up to my mouth. I loved the warm feeling, even if it was meant to humiliate me, and drank his salty piss down my throat, only quickly closing my lips to swallow every few seconds.

I was covered in piss as Tom stopped his flow and Lisa then handed the camera to Tom and said, "My turn." She bent over me and unleashed another strong stream of piss directly into my mouth. She must have been drinking a lot of water, because the piss wasn't nearly as strong as Tom's, and there was a lot of it. Lisa then told me, "I know you must have to piss. Just piss on yourself while I shoot some pictures, Pissboy." I did as I was told and unleashed a torrent of piss on myself, adding it to the piss from Lisa and Tom already collecting in the tub.

Lisa then surprised me by handing me a big, black dildo and some lube and telling me to fuck it while she and Tom watched. "I want to see your little bitch-ass take the big cock now since I won't get to see a live dick in you until tonight." I asked her what she meant by tonight and she explained that Kelly invited her to come out with us and Alan and his friends to the VIP section of the local hot club. Lisa then added, "Kelly also told me that I was to bring a man from the office to see you in action." I was stunned and should have immediately thought of my reputation but, being a little cockslut, I could only think about getting the dildo into my ass.

I lubed it and then fastened the suction cup to the bottom of the tub and lowered my ass onto the 7-8 inch cock. I am used to much bigger and thicker and really attacked the smaller cock. Lisa asked Tom what he thought of the show and he said he was shocked a man could be such a pussyboy slut. Lisa then reminded him, "He is not a man, silly. He is a pathetic little faggot cumslut, and some lucky man from this office is going to fuck his ass off tonight." That last line threw me over the top and my little cock spurted a small stream of cum as my ass clenched the dildo. Lisa laughed hard at seeing this and looked directly at me. "Looks like we might have the making of a new office slut here!" If it was possible, I would have cum again hearing that!!!!
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#4,496 Posted: 16 May 2013 00:39
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After the wonderful little session of foreplay in the office with Tom and Lisa, I was squirming for a cock the rest of the day. I left the office early just so I could go home and fuck myself silly with my black, 10” dildo to relieve myself a little while lusting over the images of Alan and his friends fucking me. Kelly came home just as I finished satisfying myself and we decided to get ready for the club together.

First, we got naked and into the tub to shave all the hair off our private areas and my chest, legs, back and armpits. We soaked in the moisturizing oil in the tub knowing it would leave our skin soft and tender. Then we got out and dried off and Kelly said to me, ”Let’s dress like slutty twins tonight, Patty”.

I loved the idea and we both slicked our hair back to look similar (like the Robert Palmer girls in Simply Irresistible). Then we applied lots of blush and eye shadow to make ourselves look like 80’s Valley Girl sluts. We completed the look with black, negligee stretch tops showing plenty of midriff. While Kelly finished off with a black leather skirt and hose, I opted for the matching black bottoms, almost completely transparent, over a black thong.

Then, just to get really hot and slutty, we both took some ecstasy with a martini and were just getting that warm, fun feeling when Lisa buzzed my apartment and said she had brought her date from the office. This made me a little nervous as I thought that the wrong person could really fuck me up at the office knowing about my lifestyle, especially some of the other VP’s. Lisa knocked at the door and I opened it to reveal Lisa in a tight, pink cocktail dress with a beautiful, lean black man who I recognized but did not know from where.

“This is Derek, from the mail room” said Lisa. I then remembered him as he delivers mail through the office in the afternoons, but never gets to my office, just dropping my mail with Lisa. “Derek, you know Pat from the office. Outside of the office, we call him Patty the little cumslut” Lisa said with a smile and laughed with Derek and Kelly as Derek slapped my ass in greeting me.

I fixed Lisa and Derek drinks and, as I handed Derek his drink, he told me he couldn’t wait to fuck my dirty white ass later. I ran my hand up his thigh and felt his huge cock through his pants and gasped. I don’t know if it was the ex or his cock that got me so hot, but I leaned in and kissed him open mouthed, letting his tongue explore my mouth as he felt up my ass. I couldn’t wait to taste that great cock, and everybody in the room knew it.

“Shit, you little slut. Let him breathe!” Lisa said as Derek broke our kiss. “Kelly, how did you actually used to date this punk?”

“He actually used to act like a real man, with the exception that his little dick didn’t get too hard when we fucked. Then we started sharing fantasies and he always mentioned wanting to see me with other men with big cocks. I knew he was a faggot then. Straight men may ask you to sleep with other men, but never to see you get fucked by a big cock of a real man.” Kelly then kissed my cheek as the room had fallen silent and then, to get the mood back, said, “Lighten up everybody. He loves being my wing-gal, getting that big cock in his ass. I did him a favor, and he’s much happier now.”

Just in time to break the silence, Alan and 2 of his friends came through the door to pick us all up for the evening. He went right to Kelly and gave her a hard, open mouthed kiss with tongue. He then walked to Lisa and did the same. After breaking this incredibly hot kiss, Alan said, “You must be Lisa. Kelly said you were hot, but damn girl!” Lisa broke into a huge grin as Derek introduced himself to Alan and they shared a whisper and then looked at me and laughed.

Alan then walked over to me and said, “Open, bitch”. I opened my mouth and Alan spit into it. I gladly swallowed his spit as he laughed and, turning to Derek, said, “See, this is my little bitch. She’ll do anything or anybody I tell her to.”

I smiled and said, “Damn right, Stud. Whose cock do I get to suck first tonight?”

Everybody laughed at my pathetic ways and then Alan gave a nod to Derek. Derek walked over and kissed me hard, telling me to warm my mouth up on his meat. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants, pulling them down to reveal tight black boxer-briefs which showed the outline of a beautiful cock, just starting to harden.

I licked the cock through his briefs and then slowly pulled them down, exposing my prize. The large cock fell downward and hit my nose, leaving a trail of precum down to my waiting lips. I devoured his cock in my warm mouth, licking from the tip (taking special time at his piss hole) all the way down his 11” shaft to his big, tight balls. I sucked the balls into my mouth, one at a time, and gave them a nice tongue massage.

Lisa seemed glued to watching this scene as the rest of the crew, used to seeing me in slut mode, went about their pre-party drinking and laughing. Lisa told Derek to have some fun, and he responded by grabbing my head and shoving his huge cock down my throat. I could barely breathe around his huge cock and loved the feeling of having this black Adonis using me and leaving me helpless.

“You suck my cock better than any of the sluts in the office. I’m going to make you a regular midday exercise!” he said as he pistoned that cock in and out of my mouth. A smile broke across my face as I looked up pleadingly into his eyes. He understood what I wanted and let his cock explode into my waiting mouth. I swallowed hard to ensure none got out and spoiled my makeup job, and managed to keep it all in my mouth, no doubt astonishing Derek.

“Damn, no slut has ever been able to suck it all without spilling” he said as he lifted me off my knees and into his arms. I gazed into his beautiful eyes and there was a spark I had never felt before. I was so attracted to Derek I could barely stand it. I leaned in to kiss him and he shoved me back, saying, “Damn, don’t try to kiss me with that mouth full of spunk, Whore!” Everybody laughed and I tried to hide my sadness behind a smile and slutty giggle.

Alan loved this and declared that tonight he wanted me to be with Derek as his date and Lisa was to be at Alan’s side all night. Everybody was pleased with that idea except for Alan’s 2 crewmembers, James and Ty, who sighed their disappointment.

I walked over to them and grabbed their crotches lightly and told them, “Don’t worry boys. You get little Patty’s ass tomorrow for being so understanding.” They smiled and exchanged high fives and then slapped my ass as I wiggled it away to tease them.

Alan then said it was time to hit the club and passed out some ex to everybody except Kelly and I, who passed since we had already had some. I walked over to Derek and he surprised me by leaning in for a very sensuous tongue kiss, transferring the ex to my mouth. I swallowed it and knew I was going to be a total slut tonight.

Derek then said, “I want you at your hottest and wettest, ‘cause I’m going to fuck you until my dick gets sore.”

I looked into his eyes and melted. We then walked out to Alan’s stretch Navigator with his arm draped around me…………..
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As we walked to the stretch Navigator that Alan has rented for the evening with my credit card, I was feeling so warm and hot from the ecstasy, and from the beautiful man I had escorting me to the club. I was completely at home in the arms of Derek, the black mail room worker who could expose my lifestyle and ruin my career. But I wasn’t thinking about my job right now, just the crazy feelings I was feeling for Derek. For Alan, I just had always craved his cock and being dominated and cheapened like a whore for him. With Derek, even though I had known him for less than 2 hours, I felt warm in his presence, electrified at being with him. I hadn’t felt like this since I first started seeing Kelly about 6 years agao, before she and Alan turned me into a cum-loving cockslut. I think I was falling in love, if that was still possible for me.

Derek, on the other hand, was feeling proud and cocky that he had total control over one of the company’s VP’s, a man who used to be respected but was now parading around dressed like a slut, with makeup and black lingerie in public. He would humiliate Patty to make up for the feelings of humiliation he had when the other VP’s in the company made comments or gave looks to the “mail jockey”, as he had once heard somebody refer to him.

As I stepped up to the Navigator’s expansive luxury, Derek slapped my ass very low, hitting my balls and making me yelp. He laughed with the others as I fell into a seat. Lisa and Alan didn’t even notice as they made out in the seat opposite. It was amazingly sexy to watch Alan’s black skin against the pale skin of my secretary. Kelly was between James and Ty reaching into their pants to fish out their big cocks and stroke them to get them off before we got to the club. None of the guys wanted to have a hard-on walking to the VIP section, so we sluts were supposed to get them off during the ride.

I explained this in a whisper to Derek and then he guided my head down to his lap, where I unzipped his pants and pulled out that huge cock I was falling in lust with. I stroked him to get him hard, sucking the precum out of his piss slit, then licking all the way up and down his shaft. We didn’t have a long ride to the club, so I gave him a good hand job to get him ready to blast, and then he shoved my head down on his cock to catch all his incredible jism. If possible, he came more this time than earlier but once again I managed to slurp it all down.

Derek saw that Ty and James were close and turned to me, looked into my eyes lovingly while I melted, and then said, ”Bitch, don’t make Kelly get that sweet mouth dirty. Go take those niggas cum down your faggot throat.”

I crawled over as all eyes watched me and Kelly aimed James’ cock at my mouth. He hit the back of my throat with the first couple spurts and then coated my face with the rest. As he finished, Ty blasted my eyes with his first shot before I sucked his pulsing manmeat into my mouth to suck down all his cum. I wiped my face with my fingers and then licked them clean. I hated to admit it, but I love the feeling of walking into a club knowing that I have cum on my face or chest. It makes me feel even dirtier, if that’s possible.

We got out of the car and walked past the crowd waiting to get in and were escorted to the VIP room. I always got a tinge of excitement on this walk, thinking that any of my coworkers or former friends could see me dressed as a slut. I walked fast and kept my head down, though, and nobody could tell.

I loved the VIP room as it allowed me to get as wild as I wanted in a semi-public setting without being exposed. As usual, we gals put on a show for our men, dancing with each other and exposing each other to the big, black masters of our lives. As with other nights, when I was dancing and making out with Kelly, I could almost feel the way I felt when I was her man and we made out on the dance floor. Now, though, Kelly would get me all hot and then expose my ass or break the kiss and ask who wants to fuck my mouth. This time, my attention was broken by Derek coming behind me and pressing his hard body against my ass and back and kissing my neck as we broke away and Lisa and Kelly starting making out for the others’ enjoyment.

I spent the next hour or so with Derek, dancing, kissing, hugging and generally getting hot and nasty with MY man. He’d caress my ass and occasionally even reach between my legs and rub my little cock while we danced, and spent a lot of the time with his tongue in my mouth like a regular couple. I liked it when he’d spin me around, my back to him, and bend me over and dry hump my ass through his leather pants and my lingerie shorts, holding me tight to his cock with his strong hands on my hips.

We even took a little break to sit in a booth in the VIP lounge and talk over drinks. I explained to him how I got into my current lifestyle and how liberating it was for me to stop acting macho and become a slut for big, black cock. As I explained this to him, I had to lean in and talk right into his ear due to the loud music and would take little nibbles on his ear and he’d turn and we’d kiss passionately….I was falling head over heels for this black mail room nobody from my office. I had been stroking his big cock through his pants while we chatted, and he then grabbed my head and pushed me down towards my passion.

I pulled his huge cock out again in the booth and sucked it into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around it and jerking it into my mouth with my left hand. I can’t tell how long he lasted as I was in a dream state sucking him off and was only broken from my trance by him pumping a huge load of cum down my throat. After I licked him clean and put his cock back into his underwear, he gave me another ecstacy and I took it willingly, knowing my inhibitions would be lost towards anything the rest of the night, but also not caring as I wanted to do anything possible to please Derek.

I gulped my drink down to clean the cum out of my mouth and Derek kissed me for what must have been 15 minutes. I was burning up wanting his cock in my ass and to feel him next to me in a bed, and when he told me he had to piss, I stood and led him to the private bathroom in the VIP lounge. I closed the door and locked it behind us and Derek and I made out for a little longer before he told me he “really had to go”.

“I have a special treat for you, honey”, I said as I bent down in the stall and got on my knees. I pulled his cock out and held it to my mouth. “I want you to fill me with your piss. I promise I won’t spill a drop”, I told him as I looked into his unbelieving eyes. I then engulfed his cock with my lips and he unleashed a torrent of piss into my mouth and down my throat. As I swallowed every bit of his piss, I was letting my Adonis know that he owned me now; that I would do anything for him.

“Yeah, drink my piss, you fucking cockslut! I’m gonna have so much fun with your pussy-ass. If you want my love, you’re going to earn it with that mouth and pussy, bitch! Clean yourself up, and then join me back in the lounge for some fun.”

As Derek walked out and left me on my knees, I knew that I was going to do anything he asked. I also knew that it would probably end up costing me a lot, but my love was growing strong for this man, and I was too weak to fight it.

I stood up, sat on the toilet to piss like a bitch, and then straightened myself up and re-applied some makeup. “Time for some slutty fun now” I said to myself as I headed out the door…..
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After drinking Derek's piss in the VIP lounge bathroom, I straightened up and walked out to meet him in the lounge. The place had filled up as Alan must have invited many of the sexier couples into the lounge to play with. I recognized one couple that I used to hang out with before my transformation to a cockslut. Jim and Sarah were neighbors with Kelly and I in our old apartment, and obviously knew Alan as well from the old complex. Jim knew some of my current coworkers and I started to fear being exposed when Derek walked over and stole my attention.

"Hey Baby, James and Ty had a great idea. They think you should do a slow striptease to get everybody in the mood for fun, and then take the three of us on afterwards on the floor. What do you think?"

As I looked at Derek and tried to process what he was saying, my thoughts of being exposed disappeared as the ecstasy kicked in and my lust for cock overcame any fears I might have had. "I think I'd gnaw my leg off to get your three hot cocks in my ass-pussy," I said to Derek's delight.

"How on earth a man becomes such a faggot, I'll never know. All I know is that I'm going to break your ass or die trying!" Derek bragged.

As James and Ty had requested sexy, stripping music (Kid Rock, I believe) and I started to wiggle for my men, Derek shocked me by yelling to everybody in the lounge, "Come on over and watch my bitch get nasty!" I wasn't sure if they heard him until I noticed everybody start to wander towards the middle of the lounge where we were dancing.

James, Ty and Derek stood immediately around me with the remaining people forming a bigger circle to watch my show. I got lost in the music and arousal, and closed my eyes as I sexily threw my hips back and forth and rubbed my nipples through my outfit thinking of big, black cocks. As I got more into giving a good show, I slowly pulled my arms through the sleeves of the lingerie top, and then slowly wiggled it down my chest and stomach and past my hips, bending at the waist to lower the top down my legs where I could pause for a second, showing my ass to everybody, before stepping out of the top and continuing in my black semi-cup pushup bra, black thong and black, see-through lace shorts.

I walked over to Derek and wrapped the top over his shoulders and gave him a long, hot, wet french kiss. As I backed away to continue my show, I looked right at Jim and Sarah, seeing their mouths open with shock at what a pussyboy slut I had become. They turned to Alan and started laughing and hooting, with Jim giving Alan a high five. I know I should have been embarrassed, even scared at being exposed, but I was too far gone to stop, and I loved the attention I was getting as a man-toy.

My next move was to cross my legs slightly and then slowly gyrate my hips while pulling my shorts off and, again, giving the room a great show of my ass, left covered only with a thong now. I tossed my shorts into the crowd, knowing that I would leave the club later either naked or wrapped in a coat or shirt from one of the studs who would use me. I sure hoped I'd be going home with Derek!

My striptease now over, as a man looks more like a pathetic slut in women's underwear than naked, I went about the real fun part of my show. As Derek, James and Ty moved in close to me, I dropped to my knees and rubbed their cocks through their pants, one at a time, until they were bulging. Kelly then reached around each man from behind and pulled their pants down, then their underwear, exposing the great cocks I lusted for. The crowd around us laughed out loud at my hungry look, licking my lips in anticipation of getting cock in my mouth (and elsewhere!).

I kissed Derek's cock and playfully slapped his tight ass to tide him over while I moved on to James. James was nice, maybe too nice, and I sucked his 9 inches into my mouth and sucked him deep into my throat as my hands roamed his nice ass and played around his hole. He wouldn't last long, as I was an expert at sucking his cock and knew exactly how to get him off. I played with his balls with my right hand while my left played around his anus. As I felt him get close, I shoved a finger in his ass and he came hard, grabbing my ears and fucking my face as hard as he could. As he held me so close, I was able to drink all his lovejuice and then, when he pulled away and my finger came out of his ass, I sucked hungrily on my finger and got even more turned on smelling his shit on my finger as I cleaned it off.

I'm pretty sure Ty and I both noticed how the crowd around us acted amazed that I would suck the shit off my finger, as Ty looked into my eyes with a spark of excitement and I nodded "yes" to him. Ty looks like 50-Cent, tattoos and ripped muscle usually with a white wifebeater on and baggy jeans, all bought with my credit card. Ty took my signal and turned around, bending over and grabbing his ankles. As the crowd gasped, I crawled in between his asscheeks and started to lick around his anus, savoring the manly scent of ass. There's nothing more demeaning or degrading that licking a man's ass, which must be why it's such a huge turn on for cumsluts like me!

I tried to withhold my slutty ways by licking around the hole, but soon enough dove my tongue into Ty's ass as he moaned in pleasure. I stuck my tongue as far up his ass as I could, and then pulled it out, turned to the crowd, and licked my lips as they laughed at what a pathetic faggot I was. And I loved every minute of it. After another 5 minutes or so of eating Ty's ass and stroking his cock from behind, Ty turned and caught me off guard, spraying cum all over my face and hair.

I managed to get his cock in my mouth to get the last couple spurts, and then tried to clean the rest off with my fingers, but it was everywhere. Lisa then came over and French kissed me. After saying,"Let me help you, Baby," she proceeded to lick the cum from my face, chin tits (held up by the bra, but nipples exposed) and hair. She then whispered to me,"Don't be ashamed. I can see exactly why you want these cocks. We're going to have so much fun from now on!"

My show was not over yet, though, as my man Derek had yet to be satisfied. He had moved about 20 feet away from me while I was sucking the boys, and now I slithered my body over to him, not walking, but crawling across the dirty dance floor to my Adonis. Derek seemed to like this and got very turned on, mostly from the power he held over me. As I reached for his cock, he stopped me and then spit on his shoe. "Before you get to my cock, Slut, why don't you clean the spit off my shoe?"

The 10 or so people who were still watching gasped again as I lowered my head, smiling all the while, and licked the top of Derek's shoe clean. As I looked up to see his smirk, he said,"I think I got some on the bottom of my shoe." I picked up his foot without even thinking about it and ran my tongue all the way from his heel to his toe, and then showed him my tongue, black with dirt and other crap from the floor. He handed my his cognac and I downed it in one sip, swishing it around my mouth to clean it.

"That's a good little cunt. Now you may suck my cock." My face lit up at this and I raised my head to the tip of his cock and kissed it gently, then licked slowly the pisshole, then took it lovingly into my mouth like a tongue of a lover I had not seen in ages. "Spit on your fingers and play with your pussy while you suck me, Bitch!" was all I needed to hear to get me over the edge and into slut mode. I moved the thong aside and shoved a finger into my ass from behind.

Most of the crowd had dispersed to dance or party, but I did notice Jim and Sarah watching intently while groping each other and kissing passionately every little while. It turned me on knowing I could have this affect on others, and I returned my attention to Derek's cock and my ass.

My expert tongue took Derek to the edge, and then he pushed my head off his cock and I gave him my sad puppy eyes. He took my hand and helped me up, leading me to a barstool in the crowded bar area of the lounge. As people parted to make way for us, Derek bent me forward over the stool and I knew the moment I'd been waiting for had arrived. Derek spit on the end of his cock and, while sliding it between my asscheeks to get me hot and wet, the drink girl gave me a couple tubes of something mixed with Jaegermeister.

As Derek forced the head of his cock into my ass, I looked around and noticed the women were paying a lot more attention than their boyfriends. They were all thinking about that cock and what it would feel like, and this was as close as they would come. As Derek forced the nest 5 inches in, I started to moan and cum like a whore and wiggled my ass, begging him for more even through the pain of being ripped apart by his huge cock. Then I noticed that while Derek's cock was long and thick, it wasn't too thick, and I got into a nice rhythm rocking back into him to meet his thrusts.

As he slid the rest of his cock into my ass and I felt his pelvis against my cheeks, I realized that his cock was a perfect fit for me, and I came so hard that I might have shot cum through the leather thong! As he came close to the edge, he shouted, "Yeah, baby! Take my cock. I'm going to cum in your faggot slut ass!"

I screamed back, with his strokes cutting me off, "Ohhhh...yes...Derek...fuck...me...hard! Come...in...my...bitch...assssssssss!"

I felt Derek come in me and collapse on my back. He kissed my neck and I turned slightly and whispered to him,"Derek, I love you. I'll do anything for you, and I mean anything. Please keep fucking me forever."

A couple of Latin guys walked by as we were straightening up and told Derek how nice it was to see a real man handle a faggot slut like me. Derek turned to me and said, "Whore, take these boys into the private bathroom and show them your special gift."

He then turned to the two men and said, "My bitch is now going to suck the piss out of your cocks. Have fun." I kissed Derek and wiggled my sore ass to the bathroom with my two new friends, arms around me as I looked back with a loving smile at my Prince Charming.
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#4,499 Posted: 16 May 2013 00:40
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After that night in the VIP room, I spent a lot of time with Derek over the next couple weeks and really felt like I was moving towards being in a relationship. Sure, Derek and I were rarely alone together and he loved to have me suck or fuck other guys and demonstrate his power over me in public, but I just felt like he was having the same feelings of, dare I say, Love that I was having.

One Friday night, after Derek came over and while we were discussing where to go out, I asked him if we could stay in and be alone. He smirked and said, "You want this big, black cock all to yourself, huh Bitch?"

I smiled demurely and said, "Yes, I do. You know how much I love your cock. But maybe tonight we could grab some takeout and watch a movie or something. I rented 'Deliver Us from Eva'".

Derek's smile faded and he yelled,"Bitch, we aint boyfriend/girlfriend. You're just a faggot-ass slut boy that I use to deposit my cum. Get dressed to get fucked. We're going to the pool hall and you're going to do what I say."

I was crushed, but still so in lust with Derek that I didn't want to disappoint him. I asked him what I should wear and he picked out a pink top which showed midriff, a white leather skirt and black thong. He put me in knee-high black leather boots too. He had me call the car service to send a car to pick us up and we went to a pool hall on a questionable side of town. I would have been scared to go in by myself, but felt comfortable on Derek's arm.

Derek had me put down my credit card for a table and then we walked to one in the middle of the old room and he racked up the balls. I assumed I would play with him but he told me to sit down while he warmed up, and to get some cash ready so he could play for money. The cocktail waitress cam over and she was very cute for working in such a place. She and Derek hit it off right away, which made me a little jealous sitting by myself.

While they were talking and laughing, Derek called me over. "Bitch, this little hottie is Anita. I'm going to play a few games with her, so you're going to have to cocktail for awhile. And shake that whore ass of yours to make tips, because Anita needs the money."

I was shocked but grabbed the tray and asked if I could get them a drink. Derek smiled and ordered a cognac for himself an appletini for Anita. My blood boiled as she kissed him lightly to thank him for the drink, and then he wrapped his arms around her to show her how to shoot pool.

I made my way to the bar and told the bartender I was filling in for Anita for awhile and got them their drinks. Derek told me to pay for the drinks with my money and to leave Anita a $20 tip.

Anita's face lit up at that and she thanked Derek and hugged him as his hand slid down to her ass. She looked up into his eyes and they kissed passionately right in front of me. I was steamed and Derek knew it, so he grabbed my arm and led me a couple feet away. "I'm not going to tell you again, Bitch. Now get to shaking that ass and making some money while I play with this hot little ho. If you don't feel like having fun, then shake that ass home and I'll expose your little secret at work."

Derek, knowing he had me, slipped an ecstasy tablet into my mouth and then said loudly to the patrons, "This little bitch Patty is frisky and likes to be played with. Grabbing is free, and if you want more, come see me."

I couldn't believe it. Derek was pimping me out, or at least that's how it sounded to me. He then slapped my ass and I walked over to the guys playing at the next table to get their drink orders. I felt disgusted and a little frightened, but really hot, and not from the ex. I approached the 2 middle aged black men and said, "Hi guys. I'm Patty. Can I get you fresh drinks?" I was trying to keep it professional.

Both men were attractive to me since they were black and had confidence, and I learned that their names were Kurt and Johnnie. Kurt was devilishly handsome and a bit more polished than Johnnie, but Johnnie had an air about him, a confidence that was intoxicating. Kurt smiled and ordered a beer. Johnnie slid alongside me and placed his hand on my ass, grinning like he owned me.

Johnnie couldn't help himself, saying "Hey Patty, you look like quite the little faggot cunt. You really going to do what your man just said?"

I responded,"Johnnie, Derek is the finest man I have ever met, and he pleases me like no one else, so whatever he wants me to do, I do willingly." Johnnie smiled and walked me over to Derek and Anita, who were embraced in a passionate kiss as Derek had her sitting on the edge of the table.

I was not at all happy about sharing Derek but let Johnnie lead me until I could almost smell the breath of the two as they made out. Derek noticed me and said,"Bitch, you need a hobby. Can't you see I'm busy?"

Johnnie introduced himself to Derek and told him that he and his friend would be willing to take me off Derek's hands for an hour or so into the bathroom for some fun, and then slipped Derek a wad of cash. Derek smiled and shook hands with Johnnie. Anita, the hot little cunt who had my man's every attention, shot me a winning look and said, "Have fun Patty. Don't worry about Big Derek. I'm going to take very good care of him while you're gone."
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Mmmmmm...what can I say, I'm in love with Derek. His body, his protective nature, his quiet side when we're alone (we even cuddle) and, of course, his awesome cock that fills me up several times per day. He told me he was sorry for pimping me out at the bar and fucking that little tramp, and I loved that he loved me enough to apologize!

Derek has since moved in with me and we have such a fun life. While I still hang out with, and fuck, Alan and his friends occasionally, I have not seen them as often as Derek and I have done more "couple" activities. As much as I love sucking and taking my lover's cock at home though, I'll still always be a little cockslut that loves to be used in public, and all my men know that.

We have company over quite often, the usual gang. Kelly loves to visit with Alan and they swap so Alan can fuck me so hard and rough...I'll always be his little bitch since he broke me. This last weekend, after an awesome fuck session, Kelly and I were licking the cum off of and out of each other while our men chatted, and the guys came up with some interesting ideas.

Alan said to Derek, "I hope you're not getting too close to that slut. Remember, this is just fun for us, fucking these white sluts, and you shouldn't get attached. We'll be dropping or selling these ho's off soon enough and getting new ones. Even the little faggot, Patty."

Derek, who I had come to love, stated back, "Don't worry Bra. I've been thinking about that and how I can make some money off his bitch ass. I'm thinking about a porn website where you pay to watch this little prideless slut do things that most people couldn't even think of doing in public. I've also told my brother at the state penitentiary that I'm going to bring this bitch over to him and let him use her if he can work it out with the guards. He is the leader of a powerful prison gang and should be no problem. He'll have his boys fuck the bitch until she's lifeless and pay us with money and blow."

Alan said, "Fuck yeah, Brother. You got it all working. But what about his job now?" As you recall from the previous stories, Derek is a mail room clerk at the company where I am a VP, although you'd never guess it if you caught him fucking my ass on my desk while my secretary took pictures.

Derek and I had discussed me leaving the company if we got serious, and I had discussed it with the CEO who appreciated everything I had done to help grow the company. He told me that he would understand if I left and that I would be entitled to a $500k payout from stock grants. I also had plenty of stock that I could sell as I needed money.

Derek gasped when I told him how much I had and I resigned from the firm, as did Derek from the mailroom. He took about $100k of my money to start a website that he said he wanted to do. I was unsure what he wanted to do with it, but I loved him dearly and gave him the money without asking questions. When he told me what he had planned, he stated it to me as him and I having sex on the internet for money. I wasn't crazy about the idea, but again, I loved him, and agreed.

Alan and Kelly agreed to be on the site as well, sharing in any profits, while I worked for free. Well, I technically worked for Derek's great cock, but no money. Derek turned my home office into a studio where we had a bed and couch and open area for fucking, and we hired one of his friends to be the cameraman.

At first, it was fun. Derek fucking me and calling me names and dominating me, all captured on video and shared on the internet to premium subscribers. Somehow, the site was gaining serious attention, probably because I was so slutty that Derek would fuck me until I passed out, piss on me, spit on me...anything he wanted.

To take it to the next level, he had the idea to have me transformed on video for the site. I had electrolysis to remove all the hair from my body except the hair on my head, which I had grown out so I could style it like a lady. Derek also starved me for the most part until I was model thin, weighing less that 150 pounds on my 6'3" body.

The next thing we did for the website was to get my nipples pierced. Derek had me seduce the artist on video for the site like a scene from a movie, only with me getting my nipples, ears and a nostril pierced in exchange for letting the artist, a Mexican guy with tattoos all over him, use my ass and mouth for a couple hours. He then told Derek about his tattoo artist and that gave Derek, Alan and Kelly an idea.

They got together and mapped out exactly what they wanted to do next. They then had a tattoo artist over to tattoo eye shadow on my eyelids and lipstick on my lips, permanently, Then they had a choker tattoo placed on my neck with the word "Slut" in the middle.

Working their way down my body, I had a tongue and the words "Ass Eater" tattooed on my left breast. On my lower back, I got a tramp stamp that said "Black Cock Slut", and big, black cocks tattooed on both ass cheeks. Above my little penis, I got a tattoo that said "Little Clitty" in cursive. They finished it off with a tattoo ankle bracelet of little black cocks.

We had started making real money as the site got more popular, so we took some of the profits and got me breast implants. I now looked like I had always felt....like a dirty slut for big, black dick. I wore slutty gear everywhere when we left the house, always showing midriff (and my tramp stamp) and showing off my new big fake tits. I got used to the disgusted stares of normal people and was always to let any black man do whatever they wanted to me.

We even got free groceries when the manager of the grocery store invited me to the stockroom where he proceeded to fuck my mouth and then have all the cashiers circle jerk and bathe me in cum. Of course, I then had to do my shopping covered in black baby batter, and loved it! I can't believe how much of a slut I have become!

Derek isolated me from family and friends by sending them emails with links to the site and telling them I didn't want to see them as part of my new life, so I was totally dependent on him, Alan and Kelly (and whatever big cocked friends they brought by to use me) for company.

The site took off, and people wanted more video, so we staged a 2 day gangbang of me live on the internet. I don't know where they found all the big, black studs to fuck me. I think the last 20 or so were homeless guys from the shelter down the block. They smelled dirty, but I cleaned them with my pierced tongue, licking more asses than I ever imagined. Over the course of the 2 days, I was fucked over 200 times, and had to be carried back and forth from the fuck room to the shower to clean me out every 4 hours or so. I swallowed about 10 gallons of cum and probably leaked even more out of my well used manpussy. The internet buzz was amazing, and the site exploded.

Unfortunately for me, all the fame got Derek noticed as the CEO and he got a lot of female attention, to the point where he didn't even want to have me suck him off anymore, dropping me into a depression that I pushed out of my mind by fucking anything and everything on the site. As my last act before he closed the site down, he actually had me get fucked by a couple of German Shepherds. As disgusting as it sounds, I loved the knot that held their dog dicks in my ass and licked them clean after they shot in me.

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