les histoires de chrislebo

total-bitch


u'y avait-il Carter qui m'a donné envie de tout faire pour lui obéir?
Il était beau oui, et dégageait la masculinité. Permanent de 6'5 "avec un grand
poitrine virile et la peau d'ébène lisse qu'il était un homme puissant. Ses jambes étaient
très musclé et ses cuisses étaient épais et solides. Sa queue était incroyable ... 7
pouces doux et près de 11 pouces est dure, il a été le rêve d'un enculé viennent
VRAI! Il a été circoncis, et ce petit plus de la peau a conduit ma bouche
Crazy lui plaire!

Mais ce n'était pas seulement mister visage qui était rude et beau, ou mister
corps magnifique qui a fait une poule mouillée comme moi fou de lui - c'est la façon
il m'a traitée, et la façon dont il m'a dominé que m'a donné envie de lui s'il vous plaît.

Je l'ai rencontré dans un club gay, où j'ai voulu aller tous habillés de neuf dans ma
vêtements femme préférée ... oui je suis un T fille, un garçon efféminé, tout ce que vous voulez
téléphonez-moi. Comme Carter m'a expliqué une nuit alors que j'étais sur mes genoux
siphonage sur sa grosse queue portaient le plus joli bustier en velours rouge et culotte
ensemble avec des bas rouges ... sissies doivent être utilisés par tous les hommes à satisfaire
leurs besoins. Puisque nous ne sommes pas vraiment les hommes ni les femmes, nous devons endurer tout ce qu'un
vrai homme comme lui veut que nous fassions, pour nous rappeler notre véritable place dans la vie.

Mon nom est femme Tina, mais Carter cessé d'appeler moi que, après notre première
Quelques dates. Les dates qui consistait à moi d'aller à mister appartement vêtu et
puis lui répondre, supportant ses insultes et ses offenses de
cours. Il appelle simplement me bitch maintenant. Si simple et précis, vous ne
penser?

La dernière fois que j'ai été invité à mister domicile Carter m'a fait strip down to my
lingerie - une camisole douces 2 morceau et tapez sur panty mis en rose pâle avec
dentelle blanche autour du corsage et les jambes, avec un porte-jarretelles blanc et
bas blancs et mes talons en cuir verni blanc. et puis il a dépouillé les
de mister short de basket-ball de long et mister T. .. s'assit sur mister lit avec mister
les jambes écartées et m'ont ordonné de lui trouver une bière. Je suis revenu avec de la bière
rapidement et a servi de lui et comme il aimait la bière j'ai laissé tomber à genoux
devant lui et soigné sur sa queue jusqu'à ce que délicieux, il était difficile et palpitant
dans ma bouche. Son coup de misternette.

"Bitch, la porte!"

J'ai hésité car j'étais habillée comme ça et il m'a giflée à rappeler
moi de ma place.

«Vous ne m'avez pas entendu, salope? Invitons nos clients à l'intérieur tout de suite!

Je me levai et nerveusement alla à la porte en l'ouvrant. Il y avait une
grand homme noir avec un chien en laisse. L'homme se mit à rire quand il m'a vu et
entré dans l'appartement que j'ai hâte fermé la porte, si permisterne d'autre ne
me voir dans ma tenue.

"Damn, Carter! Vous aviez raimister, ceci est un chaud recherchez blanc sissy bitch!"

Comme il restait là, le chien renifle à l'entrejambe de ma culotte et mettre mister
nez à droite sous l'ouverture des jambes et il m'a léché comme je l'ai sauté. Le chien a été
un doberman grand et que je puisse dire - un mâle! Sa langue était chaude et
rauque et envoyé un frismister à travers moi comme elle a continué à me lécher le haut de la cuisse.

"Hey, Leroy, je suis content que vous apporté Rex avec vous! On dirait qu'il aime
Sissy viande trop! "

Les hommes aussi bien ri. Leroy décroché Rex et lui dit de s'asseoir. Il a fait comme
on lui a dit et ses yeux ne m'a jamais quitté. De la façon dont il a été je suis assis
pourrait voir mister grand sac à fourrure et sa queue chien Peeking à partir de la
gaine. Il faisait chaud rose.

"Pourriez-vous regarder que, Leroy! Bitch vérifie déjà les viandes sur
votre chien! Je vous ai dit ce qu'elle était une pute! Bitch, allez nous chercher chaque bière par
et Leroy-vous confortablement!

Leroy a commencé à se déshabiller quand je suis allé à la cuisine et saisi deux plus froid
bières du frigo. Quand je suis revenu j'ai pu voir Leroy nue sur la
canapé. C'était un homme grand, avec un gros ventre et les cuisses d'épaisseur charnue. Son
main caressait négligemment sa queue qui a été bon de neuf pouces et
incroyablement épais.

"Bitch, dansez pour nous et nous montrent ce que tu as! Do it now!"

Je savais mieux que de lui désobéir, comme je l'avais supporté la piqûre de la main
mon cul avant slapping rouge. J'ai commencé à danser comme les gars assis là
commentant négligemment sur mon corps et ce qui a sissy j'étais. Carter s'est vanté
A propos de mes talents.

"Leroy cette chienne peut vraiment sucer des bites un vrai homme's!"

"What about her ass, l'homme?"

"Bitch enlever votre culotte et faire demi-tour pour Leroy ici pour obtenir un bon
Regarde!

J'ai arrêté de danser ma culotte et a glissé vers le sol.

Leroy mit à rire.

"Eh bien, je peux voir pourquoi il s'agit d'un sissy - regardez cette excuse peu sans valeur pour
un coq! Je vois que vous avez fait la chienne rasera tout mister poil - elle rend
look encore plus petit! "

Quelle offense!

"Ouais il est petit tout droit - ne dépend pas cuz aucun cette chienne n'est pas jamais
vas en avoir besoin, comme un vrai homme le ferait. Bitch, tourner autour de nous maintenant et la propagation
vos jambes afin que nous puissions voir votre chatte!

Je l'ai fait et se retourna, répandant sur mes joues glabres à exposer ma serré
rose petit trou.

«L'homme, Carter examine ce trou chaud! Qu'est-ce que c'est que fucking?"

"Je ne sais pas, l'homme - I've been waiting to fuck that pussy pour le droit
moment. Voulu faire est spécial pour la chienne ... rappelez-lui qui elle est.
C'est pourquoi je vous invite à vous et Rex par ici aujourd'hui! "

François Ier s'exclama à ce qu'il dit, mais a continué de se tenir devant eux, un peu courbée
à la taille, exposant lascivement mon petit trou serré pour ces hommes et une
énorme doberman. Serait-ce enfin le jour où Carter me baiser? J'ai eu
pratiqué avec godes et les concombres et les choses, essayer de préparer
moi-même pour sa bite, mais il était si grand, je ne pense pas que je serais en mesure de
manipulez-le, et je ne veux pas le décevoir.

"Bitch mets-toi à genoux ici et montrer notre guest combien vous aimez mon
grosses bites noires! "

J'ai consciencieusement descendit sur mes genoux, regardait le visage de Carter à la luxure et
pencha pour sa virilité. J'ai embrassé le premier, puis passais ma langue sur le
longueur, et a pris la tête dans ma bouche. I was in love again. Tout était
bien dans le monde. Sa queue était dans ma bouche et j'ai commencé à le sucer
comme il l'aimait. J'ai été récompensé par se raidir dans ma bouche et
lancinante. Je regardai par-dessus et un outil de Big Fat Luther fut palpitant et
Bobbing devant mes yeux. J'ai sucé Carter pour une bonne dizaine de minutes. Je ne pouvais
Luther entendre gémir et à commenter sur la façon dont fucking hot Tout ça c'était. Je
On entendait le chien haletant et gémissant comme mon cul ouvert fléchis et pulsé
devant lui. Il a continué à siéger à l'attention. Il était un bon chien!

Luther fit le gros dos, gémit et a tiré sa bite de ma bouche a faim.
Il a tiré sa charge la vapeur d'épaisseur sur tout mon joli visage, obtenant dans mon
maquillage et certains même sur la longueur de mes épaules jolie perruque blonde que j'avais
peignés avec tant de soin pour être assez pour lui.

Il a pris ses doigts et raflé une partie de mister sperme. Il se pencha et
poussé certains d'en faire mon trou du cul comme je gémit. Le reste de mister sperme il
frotté sur mon cul, tout autour de mon trou maintenant collante. Je me sentais si chaud, si
salope.

"Bitch, maintenant je veux vous sucer des bites de Luther - et faire du bon travail!"

J'ai déménagé et regarda dans les yeux de Luther, glacé avec convoitise. J'ai ensuite
abaissé ma langue à la tête et lécha. Il était un peu moites, mais
très virile et j'ai pris la tête dans ma bouche. J'ai léché au fond du puits et
puis mister Big Balls moites, que je connaissais étaient pleines de jus.

"Dieu, Carter! Cette chienne a une bouche chaude! J'aime la façon dont elle me lèche!
Vous avez appris la bien, mon homme!

«Eh bien, Luther c'est vraiment tout dans la formation. Faire ce petit pédé
comprendre qu'elle est vraiment une chienne qui a besoin d'une bite dans sa bouche. Mais je
pense qu'il est temps elle a déménagé sur un nouveau moyen agréable de mâles en utilisant ses
Pussyhole ".

J'ai continué à téter, excités à l'idée d'avoir enfin Carter
Baise-moi, et de prendre mister foutre au fond de mon ventre! Je voulais que cette si mauvaise!

Carter se leva et s'agitait derrière moi, je suppose qu'il s'apprêtait
à coller sa bite en moi. Ce que j'ai ressenti m'a surpris.

Une langue râpeuse chaude était lécher le sperme collant Carter avait mis sur mon
ass joues. C'est sans relâche léchait mes joues, puis léché en travers de mon
trou. J'ai réalisé qu'il n'était pas «Carter, mais Rex, le doberman.

J'ai arrêté de sucer et a essayé de protester mais Luther tire ma tête vers le bas
sur sa queue avec sa main forte et je tortille mon derrière, essayant d'obtenir
loin du chien. Il ne fallait pas, cependant. J'ai été pris au piège.

"Ouais, c'est ça, salope. Détendez-vous et laissez votre nouveau Master obtenir ce trou
prêt!

Carter frotte mon dos et a essayé d'apaiser mes craintes.

"C'est ce que vous avez besoin, bébé - ce que vous avez eu envie ... vous êtes sur le point
être reproduits en maintenant et en faire la chienne total que vous êtes profondément à l'intérieur. Cet
chien a une grosse bite dure lèche déjà votre trou et il va Pound
votre chatte et l'utilisation que vous pour obtenir mister Rocks Off. C'est ce que vous êtes ici sur
terre pour, bébé - de prendre queue d'un mâle et d'être dépositaire de mister sperme --
s'il a deux ou quatre pattes! Détendez-vous et le rendre agréable pour Rex ici! "

J'ai été choqué et s'est mis à pleurer, mes larmes couler sur mon visage et le mixage
avec le jus de coq de Luther, qui était de pompage et sortir de ma bouche.

Luther ordonna au chien de montagne, et je le sentais sauter sur mon dos.
Ses pattes enroulé autour de ma jolie camisole rose et je sentais le bout de mister
Hard Cock piquant à mes joues, en essayant de trouver le trou.

"Écarte tes jambes, le bébé et arquer le dos si Rex peut foutre sa pute!"

J'ai obéi Carter et ressenti la douleur que sa bite trouvé mon trou. Avec plusieurs durs
jabs qu'il avait enterré toute sa bite dans ma chatte. C'était énorme! J'ai deviné
sa queue comme un huit bons centimètres au fond de moi, et il a vraiment saisi ma
taille plus difficile. Je pouvais sentir mister poids sur mon dos et a entendu mister pantalon comme il
pompée dans et hors de moi comme un piston.

C'était si humiliant! J'avais queue d'un chien baise mon trou vierge, et
mister maître humain fucking mon visage à l'autre bout. Il excités comme Luther
vous ne croiriez pas!

"Oh, it's you cunt! Suck my cock tandis que mon bon vieux gros chien baise la
enfer hors de ce cul serré de la vôtre! Damn that's hot! Regardez-le fuck
tu! Qu'est-ce qu'un goujon!

Luther a secoué, qui s'est tenu mon visage serré sur sa bite, et a tiré sur des quantités incroyables
de mancum chaud dans ma gorge.

Comme sa bite ramollie je l'ai gardé dans ma bouche, les soins infirmiers sur elle comme un bébé avec
une tétine. Putain de tête, le chien est devenu plus intense. Je sentais mister
coq avait cessé de croître, tant en longueur et en circonférence comme il a continué
me race. J'ai senti quelque chose de gros et dur à la base pousse contre mon
toujours le trou d'ouverture.

"Veillez à ce que Luther? Rex est ici pour essayer de récupérer mister noeud dans la chienne! Damn
that's hot! "

Je gémissais malgré la bite dans ma bouche et m'ont écarté les jambes encore plus large pour les
bête. Je commençais à aimer le sentiment d'impuissance, de présenter à
un natural comme celui-ci pour mister plaisir. J'ai crié comme je l'ai senti passer le noeud
à travers mon trou et se loger au fond de moi. Fermeture naturelle Ma chatte
action lui emprimisterné à l'intérieur de moi. La douleur était incroyable mais Rex n'arrêtait
essayant de pousser en moi, d'obtenir le plus profondément dans mon trou comme il le pouvait. Je me sentais
comme s'il me déchirer. Ses pattes de devant ont été fermement me prenait
et aujourd'hui ont été à me gratter la peau délicate.

Je gémit et gémit comme je sentais battre mister coq dedans de moi et puis commencer à
Cum. Je ne pouvais réellement sentir jaillir maintes et maintes fois en moi, le remplissage
moi avec mister sperme Chien chaud.

Carter et Luther juste ri à mes gémissements. Luther se leva de
canapé et je suis restée là d'accepter mon sort. Rex avait une quantité incroyable
de sperme de pompage en moi.

«Luther, qui est un beau généalogique d'un chien, vous fait venir ici pour sissy
ce soir! Merci de nous aider dans sa formation! "

«Mon frère plaisir, et vous savez certainement comment choisir votre bitches!
Celui-ci est chaud et avide de bite! Je connais le père Rex est en train de s'amuser!

Rex fini de pompage et après quelques minutes, il se lasse de moi et je voulais
séparés, mais nous avons été enfermés ensemble. Il se retourna et me tira, ass
d'âne, à travers le plancher. Elle était si embarrassante pour essayer de ramper vers l'arrière
sachant que j'étais attaché à un chien qui venait de me élevés. Je sentais mister
jus de commencer à suinter de mon trou endolori.

Les hommes se moquent de moi. Chacun d'eux s'est approché de mon visage et m'a fait
sucer leur bite jusqu'à ce que la queue de mister chien a fait un bond hors de moi. Je me sentais tellement vide,
et suintait de mister jus. Rex alla de l'autre côté de la salle et
commencé à lécher sa bite et couilles. J'ai regardé dans la luxure, sur le coq qui
venait de me faire empaler. Il a été mon premier, je pense ...

Carter a pris sa bite dure et le fourra à droite dans mon bien-hole fucked. Il
fucked-moi en levrette, et quoique coq de Rex a été énorme, ce n'était rien
par rapport à Carter. Mon trou a été bien graissés pour lui et comme il me baise
il m'a rappelé que j'étais sa chienne, à utiliser comme bon lui semble. J'ai dit qu'il était
de baiser tous ceux qu'il a décidé, et seulement baiser avec sa permission. Il a martelé
moi pour une bonne vingtaine de minutes comme je grogne et a accepté mister coq. Quand il
venu, il hurlait et tronçonnés en moi vraiment difficile.

«Luther - aller de l'avant et baiser cette chienne maintenant, je sais que tu veux!"

Luther mis en position et me donna un baiser long et lent. Il se sentait si
Nice - j'en avais besoin so! Après quelques minutes, c'en était trop pour lui. Il
tiré sa charge au fond de moi.

Il sortit et lui et Carter habillé et ils m'ont dit qu'ils commençaient à manquer
pour la bière. J'ai juste posé là, mon ouvert Pussyhole et douloureux et ne fuit cum.

Quand ils mistert revenus de leur bière terme, ils trouvent Rex avec mister big hard
coq à nouveau profondément dans mister trou de chienne. J'ai poussé le dos contre lui, voulant
plus parler de lui en moi. J'ai gémi comme une chienne en chaleur, qui est ce que j'avais
devenir.

J'étais une créature devenue folle pour un coq dans mon trou ... queue d'un homme ... d'un chien
coq ... il n'a pas d'importance. Il était de mon devoir de fournir un trou chaud pour coq.

Comment je suis devenue une bonne chienne soumise


Bonjour. Je m'appelle Sonia. Grande, brune, je suis plutôt pas mal il parait. En tous cas, c'est ce que me disent souvent les hommes. Je suis marié depuis 10 ans. J'ai 1 enfant. .. Je suis une bonne épouse, bonne mère de famille.Enfin.je l'étais.Ma vie a radicalement changé un jour de soldes !! Laissez-moi vous raconter comme je suis devenue une bonne chienne soumise.


Les soldes avaient donc commencé depuis 2 jours et, comme toutes femmes qui se respecte, je brûlais d'envie de faire les boutiques et de profiter des réductions à -50 % !Il faisait une journée de rêve...Le printemps pointai enfin mister nez et une douce chaleur réchauffait les cours, et les sens.Très élégante dans une jupe plissée, qui m'arrivait à mi-mollet, sur des collants clairs, je marchais d'un pas léger dans le centre-ville, les talons hauts de mes escarpins claquaient joyeusement sur le trottoir.J'entrais dans une boutique de prêt à porter que j'avais déjà repéré ; Elle se situai au fond d'une ruelle. Je jetai un oil sur les robes, jupes et autres pantalons dont les réductions étaient vraiment alléchantes. Il n'y avait permisterne dans la boutique, à part la gérante. Une jeune fille d'une vingtaine d'années ; Grande, les cheveux court, en minijupe qui lui arrivait à mi-cuisses. Les talons de ses bottes la grandissaient. Elle me proposa mister aide et je lui demandais d'essayer une robe. Elle me dirigea vers la cabine d'essayage. Je tirais le rideau et me déshabillait.


J'étais en sous-vêtements, slip et soutien-gorge, n'ayant gardé que mon collant et mes escarpins quand, levant la tête, j'aperçu une camera vidéo pointer vers moi !! Outrée, j'appelais la gérante. Elle écarta le rideau et je me couvris la poitrine en me protégeant de la robe. Je lui demandais des explications sur la présence de cette caméra.
Elle m'expliqua qu'elle avait eu plusieurs vols et que par conséquent elle avait installé cette camera de vidéo surveillance. Ce qui n'était pas très grave, puisque ces clients étaient exclusivement féminines et qu'elle était elle même une femme. Folle de rage, je lui signalais que je trouvais cette attitude scandaleuse et que j'allais porter plainte pour *** de la vie privée. Le ton monta rapidement.La gérante voulut récupérer sa robe et elle me l'arracha, la déchirant !
- C'est malin ! Hurla-t-elle. Y va falloir la payer maintenant, je vous préviens.
Scandalisée, je refusais de payer.La gérante me regarda avec un air mauvais et m'agrippant les cheveux, elle me tira hors de la cabine. Me faisant couiner de douleur.
- Petite salope ! Me cria la gérante, tu vas voir comment je les mate les bourgeoises friquées comme toi.
Je tentais de me dégager, affolée par la tournure que prenaient les événements.
Elle me claqua les fesses violement et je me retrouvais vite à genoux devant elle. Elle me donna une gifle et des larmes me montèrent aux yeux. Pas du tout attendri, elle me força à courber l'échine, me mettant à quatre pattes sur le sol. Elle me cingla de nouveau les fesses !
- Non.Non.je vous en supplie, arrêtez, je vais vous rembourser.
Les coups redoublèrent sur mes fesses, je couinais, ondulant du cul pour tenter de me dégager.
Elle me releva et elle abaissa les balconnets de mon soutien-gorge. Méchamment, elle me pinça les pointes de mes seins. Je hurlais sous la douleur. Elle s'accroupit me caressant les seins.
- Tu vas aimer, salope, t'es pas la première tu sais, j'ai mon petit harem.J'adore humilier les bourgeoises dans ton genre.
Elle me poussa en arrière, me forçant à m'allonger; Elle se jeta sur moi, me léchant les tétons avec fougue. Me les mordillant...Je gémis.Se mettant à califourchon sur mon ventre, elle me malaxa les seins sans douceur en ricanant, une lueur lubrique dans le regard.J'essaie de la désarçonner, mais elle est plus forte que moi ! Je la supplie d'arrêter.Elle se pencha et ses lèvres se posèrent sur les miennes.Ecourée, je résiste.Sa langue power le barrage de mes lèvres, elle s'enroule autour de la mienne. Je ressens soudain une douce chaleur dans mon bas-ventre...Mon corps mollit.Et je lui rends mister baiser. Sa main me caresse toujours ma poitrine. Elle se recula et elle déchira mon collant. Elle tira sur mon slip dégageant ma chatte. Elle passa ses doigts sur ma vulve.
-T'es trempée, petite salope.
C'est vrai, elle a raimister, je ne peux le nier.Je suis inondée.Je n'arrive pas a comprendre pourquoi. Je suis en train de me faire violer par une femme qui pourrait être ma fille, et je suis complètement excitée. Je sursautais quand mister index s'engouffra dans ma chatte. Puis un deuxième doigt.Elle fit des va et vient dans mon bas-ventre. Je donnais un coup de reins involontaire.Elle me titilla le clitoris.Elle le malaxa.Je ne résiste plus, je gémis de plus en plus, honteuse d'être traiter de la sorte.Elle me tapa sur les cuises et docilement, j'ouvris les jambes. Cela dura de longues minutes, je sentais l'orgasme arriver et je secouai la tête dans tous les sens, arquant mon corps, me mordant les lèvres.Elle s'arrêta soudain me laissant au bord de l'évanouissement !
- Tu jouiras quand je te le dirais petite pute, t'es vraiment une salope !
Je fus mise à quatre pattes et je dus faire le tour de la boutique. Les coups sur mes fesses reprirent. La gérante, dont je ne connais toujours pas le nom, m'ordonna de venir renifler sa chatte. Elle releva sa jupe. Dessous, elle n'avait aucun sous vêtement. Sa chatte était rasée. Elle m'agrippa les cheveux et me força à venir lécher sa vulve dégoulinante. Je passais timidement ma langue sur mister clitoris. Elle appuya encore plus fort et je m'appliquais. Elle donna des coups de reins me traitant de pétasse.
Elle eu un orgasme et me repoussa violemment, le souffle court.
- C'est bien.tu sais y faire finalement.
Elle me releva et me força à me courber sur un bureau, les seins écrasés contre le bois. Je frémis quand je sentis qu'elle m'enfonçait un objet dans ma chatte. Elle le fit coulisser rapidement. Je poussais un gémissement plaintif. Je ne comprends pas de quoi il s'agit et je tente de tourner la tête.Je reçois un coup sur ms fesses.
- Ne te retourne pas salope.
Chaque injure m'excite encore plus, je mouille abondamment, je sens la cyprine qui coule le long de mes cuisses. Je suis dans un état indescriptible, il faut que je jouisse ou je vais devenir folle.Ma tourmenteuse agite l'objet dans mon vagin de plus en plus rapidement.J'halète, je gémis, mes ongles griffent le bois du bureau.L'orgasme déferla comme un tsunami, un cri jaillit de mes poumons me laissant pantelante.L'objet fut retiré et la gérante me retourna, me forçant à m'agenouiller à ses pieds, un sourire ironique aux lèvres.
- T'as pris ton pied, hein ma salope ?
Rougissante, je baissai les yeux.Elle me montra le gode avec lequel elle venait de me branler. Elle m'ordonna d'ouvrir la bouche et je dus le sucer comme une bite d'homme. Mes lèvres autour du sex-toy, je salivais dessus.


Je me relevais et me rhabillais, soulagée que cela soit terminé. Du moins, je le pensais..
La gérante, qui me dit s'appeler Kathy, me montra la camera au dessus de la caisse. Je frémis.Oh mon dieu !
- Si tu ne veux pas que la cassette atterrisse sur le bureau de ton mari ou se retrouve sur Internet, y va falloir revenir me voir. Tu passeras tous les jours. Change de fringues ! Tu t'habille comme une nonne.Dorénavant, jupes courtes, bas et porte-jarretelles. Je te veux comme une pute ! J'ai des copines à te présenter..

Encore deux bonnes histoires... mais est-il vraiment indispensable de copier des textes provenant de programmes de traduction automatique qui délivrent un résultat avoisinant plus le patagon qu'une langue bien précise ? Merci et bonne continuation

je l'avais que comme sa

Olaf

Ainsi étaient-ils déçus ? Eh bien moi, cette histoire commençait sérieusement à me gonfler. J’ai encore laissé tomber. Grave erreur. Hier soir, trois types m’attendaient devant chez moi au moment où je rentrais du travail. Sans me laisser le temps de réagir, ils m’ont attaché les mains derrière le dos et m’ont jetée dans leur voiture. Après un long trajet dans la nuit, ils m’ont traînée dans un bureau impermisternel, sans autre aménagement qu’une table de travail, un tabouret et un lavabo. Un des types a pris une feuille de papier qui se trouvait sur le bureau et s’est mis à la brandir sous mon nez.
— Bon, fini de rire ! Tu n’as pas voulu répondre à nos messages, on va te reposer les questions. Si tu réponds correctement, tout va bien se passer. Sinon…
— OK, pas de lézard ! dis-je en espérant m’attirer leurs bonnes grâces.
— Comment as-tu connu Revebebe ?
— Par hasard, en surfant sur le Net.
— Par hasard ? Ne t’avise pas de nous rouler dans la farine ! On n’est jamais « par hasard » sur le net ! Je répète, comment as-tu connu Revebebe ?


Là, ils exagéraient. Je n’allais quand même pas me laisser manipuler par ces connards. Je fais ce que je veux, surtout sur le net. Les pseudos, ce n’est pas pour les chiens. J’ai joué la fière, pour tenter le coup.
— Je répète, par hasard, en surfant sur le net.


Je n’ai rien vu venir. Une monstrueuse baffe m’a fait tomber de ma chaise. Les mains liées dans le dos, j’étais incapable de me relever seule. De rage, je suis arrivée à rassembler mes powers et à me mettre à genoux. Ils m’ont replacée sans ménagement sur mon siège.
— Petit avertissement entre amis. Il est tard, et on n’est pas d’humeur ! dit le balaise qui semblait mener la discussion. Ou tu craches le morceau et tu nous donnes des réponses raimisternables, ou c’est tes dents que tu vas cracher. Vu ?
— C’est bon, pas besoin de s’énerver, j’ai compris.


J’ai réalisé l’horreur de la situation au moment où nos regards se mistert croisés. Rien à foutre de mes réponses, il était là pour me détruire. Et je ne pouvais rien y changer. Je me mis à trembler, mon cœur tapa à deux cents à l’heure, la panique me tétanisa, au point de ne plus savoir que dire ni que faire.
— Au bout de combien de temps as-tu envoyé ta première histoire ?
— Six mois.
— Comment as-tu réagi aux premières critiques reçues concernant cette histoire ? Étaient-elles bonnes ? T’ont-elles surprise ?
— C’étaient des critiques sur mon style. Je les ai considérées comme un encouragement. J’étais plutôt surprise qu’on prenne mon texte au sérieux.


Le type sembla momentanément satisfait. De toute façon, j’étais sûre qu’il connaissait les réponses mieux que moi. Il me testait. Le pire était à venir.
— Qu’attends-tu des évaluations ?
— La confirmation que je n’écris pas des trucs trop cons.
— Qu’est-ce que Revebebe pour toi ?
— Le meilleur site de littérature érotique. Vraiment, le meilleur.
— Si ce que tu dis est vrai, que ferais-tu sans Revebebe ?
— Ben, je sais pas… peut-être que je publierais ailleurs. Je n’en sais rien, je n’arrive pas à l’imaginer.
— Qu’est-ce qui te motive à écrire et à publier sur Revebebe ?
— Le plaisir d’être lue.
— Le plaisir, nous y voilà ! Ah, la salope ! Faire bander les mecs, hein, c’est ça qui t’excite ! Alors la question suivante va te passionner : quel est l’apport de Revebebe sur ta vie sexuelle ?


Il aurait fallu pouvoir leur donner ce qu’ils voulaient entendre pour sortir de cette spirale de violence. Il aurait fallu pouvoir leur faire un film bien juteux, leur décrire des nuits de folie par le menu. Mais je crevais trop de trouille, ma tête était vide.
— Je vis seule, je n’ai pas de vie sexuelle. Alors, si vous voulez, Revebebe m’aide à me défouler… C’est ça, me défouler.


J’aurais voulu pouvoir me protéger contre cette insupportable intrusion dans mon intime. Mais à chaque mot, je m’attendais à ce que mon bourreau me colle une nouvelle gifle. Juste comme ça, pour le plaisir. Comme d’autres écrivent sur Revebebe.
Les types se montrèrent de nouveau plus menaçants. Je me savais irrémédiablement perdue, si je n’arrivais pas très vite à trouver un moyen de les amadouer. Ça me paniquait de n’avoir aucune idée de ce qui pouvait les pousser à exiger des réponses aussi connes. Il devait y avoir quelque chose de caché derrière tout cela.
Et d’abord qui étaient les membres de ce collectif ? Même Revebebe semblait n’en rien savoir. Ou s’en foutre. Sauf que là, on était franchement hors charte.
— Comment vis-tu la critique ? Comment réagis-tu aux bonnes et – surtout – aux mauvaises critiques ?
— Comme tout le monde, je pense, je…


La baffe fut de nouveau terrifiante. Exactement au même endroit que la première, ce qui la rendit encore plus douloureuse. Sauf que cette fois, j’étais tellement crispée que je tins le choc et pus rester sur mon siège. Cela n’empêcha pas les larmes de gicler de mes yeux. Combien de temps allais-je pouvoir encore supporter cela ?
— Parce que tu vas nous faire croire que tu es comme tout le monde ? Madame écrit sur Revebebe, comme tout le monde. Madame publie sur la toile, comme tout le monde. Madame accepte les critiques, comme tout le monde.


Le type m’empoigna par le haut de ma blouse et me souleva de mon siège. Les boutons lâchèrent. Il s’en aperçut immédiatement. Au plaisir de me faire souffrir allait maintenant s’ajouter l’excitation du spectacle.
— Eh, les gars, z’avez vu, elle est bien foutue, miss « comme tout le monde » ! Visez un peu ces nichons !


Il me laissa retomber sur le tabouret. D’un geste sec, il fit craquer les derniers boutons, avant de s’emparer de mes seins à pleines mains. Tendue comme un arc, je m’attendais à ce qu’il pince cruellement mes mamelons, pour le plaisir de m’entendre hurler. Mais il n’en fit rien. Au contraire, après m’avoir copieusement pétrie, il me tourna le dos et partit rejoindre les autres, me laissant tremblante de peur et de dégoût, à deux doigts de pisser dans ma culotte.

Un deuxième gars, nettement plus jeune, prit le relais, sans cesser de regarder mes seins, que le soutien-gorge ne protégeait plus vraiment. Alternance des douleurs, déstabilisation psychologique, les types faisaient un vrai travail de pros.
— Qu’est-ce qui t’agace sur Revebebe, au point de t’avoir déjà donné envie de claquer la porte ?
— Les chichiteurs sur le forum, les donneurs de leçons à la petite semaine. Marre de leurs messages au kilomètre.
— Qu’est-ce qui te plaît, sur Revebebe, et qui t’ôte à chaque fois l’envie de claquer la porte ?
— Si je savais, c’est…
— Attention, Madame « comme tout le monde », on a dit honnêtes, les réponses ! éructa celui qui avait commencé l’interrogatoire et qui se tenait momentanément en retrait.
— Que voudrais-tu voir changer en premier lieu, et dans quel sens ? reprit le plus jeune.
— La page d’accueil. Trop chargée, trop d’informations redondantes.
— Quel est l’apport de Revebebe sur ton goût pour l’écriture ?
— Il me donne envie de continuer à écrire, d’améliorer mon style, de travailler mon scénario.
— Comment ton entourage vit-il tes habitudes Revebebeiennes ?
— Je vis seule, je n’en parle à permisterne. Surtout pas au travail.
— Lis-tu également sur Revebebe ? Si oui, qu’aimes-tu surtout y lire ?
— Je regarde au fur et à mesure tout ce qui est publié. Je reviens plus tard en détail sur ce qui me semble bien écrit, quand j’ai du temps pour moi. J’ai aussi mes auteurs préférés.
— Quel pourcentage de tes heures de loisir estimes-tu consacrer à Revebebe ?


L’interrogatoire semblait prendre une tournure plus conciliante. Cela ne suffit pas à me rassurer pour autant. Les questions devenaient plus intimes, et je ne voulais justement pas en arriver là. En plus, le rythme était de plus en plus rapide. Ils ne me laissaient plus le temps de réfléchir. Ils cherchaient visiblement à me faire cracher quelque chose, sans que j’arrive à comprendre quoi. En me poussant à la faute, ils se donnaient aussi le droit de s’acharner sur moi.
— Quel pourcentage ? Mais c’est ridicule, cette question ! Je n’en sais rien, moi, je ne compte pas…


Un des types s’approcha de moi par-derrière. La peur revint tordre mes tripes.
— Quelles choses ne voudrais-tu pas voir modifier ? , susurra-t-il à mon oreille.
— La liste des meilleurs auteurs. Et puis les mises en avant des meilleurs textes, oui, c’est ça, les mises en avant !
— Comment ont évolué tes envois ? Écris-tu aujourd’hui le même genre de textes qu’au début ?
— J’envoie un texte tous les trois mois environ. Oui, mes textes ont évolué, mais je ne peux pas vous dire pourquoi, je…
— Tu ne peux ou tu ne veux pas dire pourquoi ? cria-t-il en me menaçant de sa main.


Je fondis en larmes. C’en était trop. Mais que voulaient-ils, à la fin ? J’avais trop peur, je n’en pouvais plus. Comment leur dire, dans ces conditions, ce qui me motive à écrire ? En d’autres circonstances, peut-être, mais là, impossible.
Le premier type qui attendait dans un coin de la pièce revint vers moi, sans doute de manière à parfaire l’éducation de ses acolytes.
— Tu ne vois pas qu’elle se fout de ta gueule ? Tu ne vois pas qu’elle ne te prend même pas au sérieux. Elle n’a pas répondu à ta question, là ! Te laisse pas faire, te laisse pas faire ! se mit-il à hurler comme un malade.


L’autre, galvanisé, se jeta sur moi. Le troisième le retint.
— Attends ! C’est peut-être une âme sensible. Ne la brusque pas trop. Qui sait si elle ne se montrera pas plus coopérative en la prenant par le bon bout ?


Je m’attendis à une nouvelle volée de coups. Il se contenta de dégrafer mon soutif. Puis il s’amusa à faire rouler entre ses doigts mes pointes raidies de panique et de froid.
— Eh ! le bleu, t’as vu comme elle frismisterne ? C’est un signe infaillible, jubila-t-il. Comme je dis toujours, un zeste d’élégance et les nanas te tombent dans les bras.
— Je vous en supplie, laissez-moi, je vous dirai tout ce que vous voulez, mais laissez-moi, laissez-moi !


Tentative aussi inutile que désespérée. Pratiquement nue, menottée, j’étais entièrement à leur merci. Aucun mec ne résiste à cette forme de jouissance. Une violente contraction remonta de mes tripes. Je n’eus pas la power de réagir. Un jus âcre et puant remonta d’un coup dans ma bouche et mon nez. Je me mis à cracher, à suffoquer, manquant de peu de perdre le souffle, pendant que mon estomac se vidait sur mon ventre et mes cuisses.
Les types hurlèrent comme des porcs. L’un deux avisa une sorte de cuvette qu’il remplit d’eau glacée et me lança à la figure. Ils semblaient fous de rage. Leur proie leur échappait. Impossible de prendre mister pied avec une loque dégoulinante de bave et de vomi.
Malgré la souffrance et l’offense, je trouvai la power de me redresser sur mon siège, prête à les insulter pour augmenter encore leur colère et leur dégoût. Prête à tout, pourvu qu’on en finisse.
Le contraire se produisit. Après avoir échangé quelques mots à voix basse, deux des types sortirent de la pièce, laissant le plus jeune seul avec moi. Il trouva un chiffon crasseux, qu’il imbiba d’eau froide, avant de prendre tout mister temps pour m’essuyer, s’attardant longuement sur mon visage et ma poitrine. Dans d’autres circonstances, il en aurait presque été attendrissant.
— Pourquoi résistes-tu ? Ils ne te lâcheront pas, tu le sais bien !
— Vous n’avez pas le droit de me poser ces questions ! Je ne veux pas déballer toute ma vie devant des inconnus.
— Mais, on n’est pas des inconnus, on est tous de Revebebe ! De toute façon, avec ce que tu as écrit sur le site, on en sait un rayon sur tes fantasmes, tes orgasmes à répétition, ta préférence pour les éjaculations sur les seins, et tout le toutim. Alors un peu plus, un peu moins ! Si on te dit que c’est pour le bien de Revebebe, tu pourrais faire un effort, non ?
— Mais je me fous de Revebebe comme de ma première culotte ! J’écris pour moi, pas pour lui.
— Évidemment, ça change tout ! dit-il en esquissant un sourire avant de se redresser.


Après un bref moment de répit, d’une voix lasse, il se remit à poser ses questions. Précisément celles dont je ne voulais pas parler avec des inconnus.
— Quel est généralement ton processus créatif ? Quand et comment es-tu le plus inspirée, en général ?
— J’écris lentement. D’abord un brouillon, des idées, des notes sur une page blanche, à la main. Puis je reprends, je mets en forme, à grands traits. Après, je laisse reposer. Si l’envie revient, alors je rédige. Puis je corrige, re-rédige, recorrige, et ainsi de suite.
— Tu écris lentement ? Passes-tu beaucoup de temps à te relire et corriger ?
— Je réécris des dizaines et des dizaines de fois. Je ne suis jamais satisfaite de moi.
— Tu te lèves la nuit pour écrire ?
— Quand j’ai un texte en route, je n’arrive souvent plus à dormir. Il faut que ça sorte, jusqu’au petit matin.
— Et là, épuisée, tu t’endors sur ta table de travail, ou sur le sofa du séjour, c’est ça ?
— Comment savez-vous ?
— On a déjà collecté pas mal de réponses.
— Mais alors pourquoi vous acharner sur moi ? Qu’est-ce que je vous ai fait ?
— Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons, désolé, ordre d’en haut !
— En haut, qui ?


Les deux autres revinrent à ce moment dans la pièce. Ils avaient sans doute tout organisé entre eux et s’étaient éloignés pour guetter mes réactions derrière une vitre sans tain. Le plus grand me reprit immédiatement en mains.
— Là, tu vois, notre patience est à bout ! Ce qui t’est arrivé jusqu’à maintenant, c’est juste le début de ce qui t’attend si tu continues à faire la blonde ! cracha-t-il, le visage à quelques centimètres du mien, mister haleine pestilentielle envahissant immédiatement mes narines.
— Il nous reste quatre questions à te poser ! proféra le deuxième type, collé contre mon dos, ses mains se promenant sur ma peau nue. Ça peut se passer très mal ou très bien, à toi de voir.


Avant la fin de sa phrase, il m’arracha un hurlement de douleur et de terreur en griffant les pointes de mes seins. Je me débattis et finis par tomber à genoux devant eux. Exactement ce qu’ils attendaient.
Je n’ai pratiquement plus aucun souvenir depuis ce moment. Sauf qu’ils m’ont demandé si j’avais des trucs à divulguer. J’ai dû crier quelque chose qui ne leur a pas trop plu. Ils m’ont de nouveau bousculée. Puis ils m’ont fait dire ce que je pensais des autres auteurs, si je correspondais en dehors avec certains d’entre eux. Dans l’urgence, j’ai inventé des messages, des rencontres à deux, à trois. Ainsi roulée en boule à leurs pieds, nue, sans aucune emprise sur ce qui pouvait encore arriver, j’étais prête à dire n’importe quoi.
C’est alors qu’est venue la question la plus inattendue. Celle qui était sans doute la raimister de tout ce délire.
— Utilises-tu plusieurs pseudonymes pour publier sur Revebebe ? Si oui, reçois-tu des critiques fort différentes d’un pseudo à l’autre ? À ton avis, pourquoi ?


J’ai juré n’avoir jamais eu d’autre pseudo, jamais. Ils m’ont encore demandé si j’avais quelque chose à ajouter. Ça sentait la fin. Tout s’est mis à tourner autour de moi.

Couchée face contre terre, j’ai mal, j’ai froid, j’ai envie de vomir. Ai-je été longtemps inconsciente ?
Je perçois un mouvement au-dessus de moi. Quelqu’un pose une couverture sur mon corps meurtri avant d’approcher ses lèvres de mon oreille. Je reconnais l’odeur du plus jeune gars, la moins répugnante.
— Désolé, m’dame, mais on n’a fait qu’obéir aux ordres.


Il s’éloigne discrètement. Je replonge.
À mon réveil, la chaleur de la couverture apaise mes douleurs. Ils ont aussi posé une chemise d’homme sur mes épaules nues. Touchante attention !
Je trouve enfin la power de me lever. Regardant autour de moi, je constate qu’ils m’ont déplacée dans une sorte de cave, dont la porte est ouverte. Je suis donc libre. Alors, à quoi bon tout ce cirque ? J’avise un bout de papier accroché à la poignée de la porte.

Le petit bar
C’était la première fois que j’entrais dans ce petit bar à cinq minutes de chez moi pour y prendre un café. Deux hommes discutaient à côté de moi. Le plus jeune, assez grand, d’une quarantaine d’années, brun, le visage marqué et les yeux clairs racontait à mister collègue plus âgé, d’une cinquantaine d’années, plus trapu, légèrement dégarni et bedonnant, une aventure extraordinaire. Il parlait suffisamment fort pour que j’entende ses propos sans le vouloir. Ses yeux pétillaient. Il paraissait tellement enthousiaste que ma curiosité me poussa à tendre l’oreille. C’est bien ce dont je me doutais, il parlait de sa dernière conquête, une petite bourgeoise qu’il avait rencontrée depuis un mois et qu’il avait, selon ses termes « complètement rendu folle ».
Il racontait à mister interlocuteur que, comme toujours, ces bourgeoises, sous leurs airs de grandes dames, se révélaient toujours être folles de sexe et adoraient les hommes virils et légèrement brutaux. Lui-même était électricien et c’était à l’occasion d’un banal dépannage qu’il avait remarqué que sa cliente était particulièrement jolie et qu’elle semblait se sentir bien seule. Son mari était du genre travailleur, probablement responsable d’une grosse société, et consacrait tout mister temps à mister boulot et à gagner de l’argent sans vraiment se soucier de sa femme qu’il laissait seule dans cette grande maimister.
Il devait faire une petite installation électrique il y a quelque mois, un chantier de deux jours. Sur la facture il avait rajouté à la main mister numéro de portable et avait lancé une allusion sur mister entière disponibilité « pour toute urgence » avec un large sourire. Après deux semaines elle avait rappelé, officiellement pour une prise qui s’était descellée…
Tous les mardis à 14 heures c’était un rituel. Il décrivait sa conquête, petite, brune, des petits seins fermes et surtout « affamée, insatiable, délurée ».
Encore des conversations de bistrot, encore un vantard qui tente d’épater mister copain, pensai-je. Je finis mon café et je repris mon chemin.

Deux jours plus tard, je rentrais chez moi, vers 21 heures, après une journée éprouvante. Mon épouse m’avait préparé un petit repas comme d’habitude, elle avait dîné, les enfants étaient couchés et elle regardait une série télévisée. Sonia était d’une douceur incroyable. C’était une femme remarquable. Une mère modèle. Nous étions mariés depuis quinze ans. Elle avait arrêté ses études trop tôt et c’était mister grand regret. J’étais un des premiers hommes de sa vie. C’était une fille sage. Son père très sévère lui avait donné une éducation très stricte. Après quelques années, nos relations sexuelles s’étaient espacées. Les soucis, les enfants, le quotidien, l’émoussement. Une tendresse s’était substituée à notre brève passion. Mais à quarante ans elle était toujours belle, fine et distinguée.
C’est en allumant une lampe dans le salon que soudain la maimister fut plongée dans le noir. Probablement un court-circuit avait tout fait disjoncté. Après avoir débranché la lampe je remis le disjoncteur.
— Il faudrait réparer cette prise du salon, lui dis-je. Depuis le temps…
— J’ai fait refaire l’électricité de la buanderie, je connais un bon électricien.
— Ah bon ? Je ne savais pas que tu avais fait des travaux d’électricité !
— De toute façon tu ne t’occupes de rien à la maimister, il faut bien que je me débrouille toute seule, me dit-elle d’un ton piquant.


Le soir en m’endormant à ses cotés, je repensais à ses propos. La buanderie, je n’y vais jamais, je ne savais pas que Sonia avait fait des travaux. Du coup, impossible de fermer l’œil. Sonia dormait. Je descendis à la buanderie. Effectivement les prises et les interrupteurs étaient neufs. L’image de l’électricien du petit bar me revint à l’esprit. Un affreux doute envahit tout mon être. Plus possible de dormir. Une brune « affamée, insatiable, délurée », ce n’est pas possible. Ce ne pouvait pas être Sonia ! Non impossible ! Impossible !
Et plus je me répétais impossible plus je doutais. Après une nuit blanche, le réveil misterna et réveilla Sonia. Elle se leva comme à mister habitude pour réveiller les enfants. Je ne la regardais plus comme la veille. Elle me semblait différente. C’est une vue de mon esprit ! Rien n’a changé dans la nuit ! Voyons, tu es fou !
Et pourtant l’affreux doute me rongeait. Cela me poussa à acheter une caméra miniature, incorporée dans un petit cadre que je posai sur la cheminée, face au canapé du salon. Un prodige de technologie, détecteur de mouvements et mister intégré sur une carte micro SD.
Il fallait que je sache ! Tout était en place, j’avais tout testé, ça fonctionnait à merveille. Il ne restait plus qu’à attendre le mardi suivant. Le week-end et le lundi furent interminables. J’observais Sonia qui me demanda à de nombreuses reprises ce que j’avais :
— Rien, je te regarde.
— Ça fait longtemps que tu ne me regardes plus… Qu’est ce que tu as ?
— Rien, rien, je te regarde, c’est tout.


Le mardi soir après que Sonia se fut couchée, je récupérai la carte et je visualisai la vidéo sur mon ordinateur. Rien, l’image d’un canapé vide ! Je respirai ! Tout ceci n’était que le fruit de mon imagination.
Pourtant le week-end suivant je remarquai que Sonia semblait impatiente, regardant les heures passer. Le lundi soir Sonia me paraissait différente, dans l’après-midi elle était allée voir mister esthéticienne et chez le coiffeur. Mardi matin en quittant la maimister je perçus une drôle de lueur au fond de ses yeux.
Le soir en rentrant je brûlais d’impatience et d’inquiétude. Sonia paraissait fatiguée. Elle alla se coucher plus tôt. Je me mis à visionner la vidéo. Elle apparut sur l’image, préparant quelques apéritifs vers 13 h 45 et posant des bouteilles d’alcool sur la table basse. Elle portait sa courte robe noire moulante et décolletée, et des escarpins. Elle était bien maquillée, coiffée et paraissait survoltée. J’entendis la misternerie. Elle sortit du champ de la caméra. Elle revint accompagnée d’un homme. C’était l’électricien !
— C’était long, deux semaines ! dit-elle.
— Alors je t’ai manqué, petite salope, lui répondit-il en lui mettant une claque sur la fesse.
— Oui, tu m’as manqué, surenchérit-elle.


J’étais abasourdi ! Ma femme venait de se faire traiter de salope sans broncher et même en souriant. L’électricien l’avait enlacée en posant ses mains sur ses fesses au travers de sa robe moulante. Il malaxait maintenant fermement les fesses de ma femme en relevant progressivement sa robe. Cela fit apparaître la dentelle de ses bas.
— Tu veux que je te baise, hein ma petite cochonne !
— Oui j’ai envie.
— Tu mouilles déjà j’en suis sûr, lui dit-il en la regardant droit dans les yeux.


Elle ne répondit pas mais la main de l’homme s’était insinuée entre ses fesses. Il ramena sa main devant le visage de Sonia en ajoutant :
— Bien sûr que tu mouilles, tu es trempée, ma salope !
— Oui, j’ai trop envie de toi !
— Je vais m’occuper de toi, n’aie pas peur ! Tu veux du cul, je vais t’en donner !


Il poussa ma femme en avant, la plaçant à genoux sur le canapé le torse sur le dossier, mister cul face à la caméra. Il releva sa robe, dégageant la vue d’un string noir. Sonia était à quatre pattes en bas et talons aiguilles en train de se faire malaxer les fesses par cet homme !
— Hummm.
— C’est bon, hein, ma petite bourgeoise ?
— Oui !
— Je prends mon temps. Je vais encore te faire mouiller rien qu’en te massant les fesses. T’as un beau cul de salope. Tu veux un doigt dans ta fente ?
— Mmmm.


Il s’était placé à hauteur de mister cul et insérait doucement un doigt dans sa chatte. J’étais tétanisé et totalement excité ! Mon sexe s’était durci. Comment était-ce possible ? Sonia ! À la fois choqué de voir ma femme, ma douce femme en train de se faire doigter en levrette par un inconnu et excité comme à la vision d’un film porno. Une sensation étrange de colère et d’excitation. Mes yeux étaient rivés sur l’écran de mon ordinateur. L’électricien s’était mis torse nu. Il était assez musclé. Il claqua à nouveau la fesse de Sonia.
— Hummm, gémit elle.
— Garce, tu en veux !
— Ouiii, dit-elle suppliante.


Il activait maintenant deux doigts dans sa chatte trempée. Elle ondulait sous ses caresses. Il faisait durer mister plaisir. Pendant au moins dix minutes il alterna un puis deux doigts. Puis lui léchait le sexe puis la caressait à nouveau.
— Hummmm.
— Tu veux ma queue, salope ?
— Oui je la veux !


Il la retourna, dégrafa mister jean et sortit mister sexe rapidement. Sonia l’avala avidement. Elle paraissait totalement hystérique. Elle suçait goulûment ce sexe turgescent et lui malaxant les couilles.
— Tu es une grande suceuse de bite ! Continue, vas-y ! Ne t’arrête pas ! l’encourageait-il.


Comment était-ce possible ? Sonia ma douce femme, la mère de mes enfants, se faisait traiter comme la dernière des putes, se faisait insulter et dominer par un électricien ! Et elle aimait ça ! Et plus il l’insultait plus elle était excitée.
— Retourne-toi, lui dit-il, je vais te mettre un doigt dans le cul. Tu aimes ça, hein ?


Sonia lui obéit immédiatement et se replaça en levrette sur le canapé. Il lui écartait les fesses. Il enfonça alors un doigt dans mister anus.
— C’est bon, hein ma cochonne ?
— Ouiii !
— Tu veux combien de doigts dans ton cul ?
— Ce que tu veux ! Fais-moi ce que tu veux !
— Bien sûr je vais t’enculer ! À fond je vais te la mettre mais je prends mon temps, je te dilate le cul.


Pendant encore dix minutes il lui lécha l’anus, lui enfonçant alternativement un puis deux doigts dans le cul et dans la chatte. Il faisait durer. Il tenait sa proie. Elle haletait, tremblait, se tortillait sous ses caresses.
— Maintenant je vais te baiser, lui dit-il.


Il enfonça mister sexe doucement, très lentement, dans la chatte de ma femme. Le corps de Sonia s’était raidi. Elle cessa de respirer puis poussa un gémissement interminable. Il allait et venait doucement entre ses reins ; elle suivait la cadence. Il accéléra, elle hurla. Sa jouissance était totale, elle s’effondra sur le côté. Il se retira un instant.
— J’en ai pas fini avec toi, lui dit-il, je t’ai promis de t’enculer et je sais que tu ne refuses jamais une bite dans ton cul.
— Laisse-moi souffler, salaud !
— Rien du tout ! Mets-toi en levrette, sale pute !


J’étais assommé ! Sonia, ma femme, traitée de sale pute ! Tous ces mots crus, toutes ces grossièretés jetées à la face de ma femme. Et elle en redemandait !
Elle se replaça obéissante et soumise en levrette. Il cracha sur mister cul puis enfonça sa queue doucement dans mister anus. Sonia se figea un instant puis à nouveau ondula.
— Salope, tu aimes te faire enculer ! Réponds-moi, salope, réponds quand je te parle !
— Oui.
— Oui quoi ?
— Oui, j’aime me faire enculer, dit-elle d’une petite voix.
— Encore ! Répète-le encore plus fort, dit-il d’un ton autoritaire.
— Oui, j’aime me faire enculer ! Oui, encule-moi, salaud ! Baise-moi !
— Voila, c’est comme ça que je te veux !


Il la labourait vulgarement. Elle jouissait à répétition ; elle hurlait en se tortillant. Il se cambra et grogna en jouissant au fond de mister anus. Ils s’affaissèrent soudés. Il se retira. Et prit une serviette en papier posée sur la table basse pour s’essuyer. Sonia resta immobile, savourant mister orgasme. Rapidement, il se redressa et se rhabilla. Elle rabattit sa robe qu’il n’avait même pas pris la peine de retirer. Elle se recoiffa maladroitement.
— À mardi prochain ? lui lança t-il.


Elle ne répondit pas. Elle semblait honteuse.
— À mardi prochain ? insista-t-il.
— À mardi, dit-elle à voix basse.
— N’oublie pas, ce n’est qu’un début ! Puisque tu aimes le cul, tu vas en avoir. Tu vas être comblée. J’ai plein de chose à t’apprendre, à te faire découvrir ! Tu vas être obéissante, tu vas combler mes désirs ; je vais combler les tiens. J’ai une petite surprise pour la semaine prochaine.
— Ah bon ? Qu’est ce que…
— Tu verras bien ! Je t’appelle lundi.


Calé au fond de mon fauteuil je ne savais plus quoi penser : la rage mais surtout l’excitation. Je visionnais et re-visionnais la vidéo tout en me masturbant. Ma femme est une salope !

Ma femme Sonia me trompe. Depuis je ne sais combien de temps, elle rencontre chaque mardi à 14h un électricien qui a réalisé des travaux à notre domicile. J’ai installé une caméra miniaturisée qui filme ses ébats dans notre salon. Mon épouse, petite bourgeoise, ma douce femme et mère modèle a décidé de se dévergonder. À ma surprise et à ma colère succède une excitation, une envie de découvrir ma femme et de savoir quelles mistert les limites de ses fantasmes.

La caméra enregistrait. En haut à gauche de l’écran était inscrite la date et l’heure : 12/05/2009 13h52. Sonia préparait quelques apéritifs. Elle portait sa robe moulante et courte, bleu marine avec de gros boutons blancs, probablement des bas, des escarpins. Elle semblait très nerveuse. Peut-être la surprise prévue l’inquiétait-elle. À 14h la misternerie retentit. Dans le champ de la caméra je découvris l’électricien mais aussi un autre homme que je reconnaissais ! C’était l’homme d’une cinquantaine d’année que j’avais vu le premier jour au petit bar.
Ils s’installèrent sur le canapé à côté de ma femme pour l’électricien et sur le fauteuil en face pour mister copain. Le début de la conversation fut banal, mais je sentais Sonia troublée par la présence de cet inconnu. Cet homme était probablement sa « surprise ». Elle leur servit des bières. Ses bonnes manières de femme du monde reprirent le dessus. Sa bonne éducation et mister habitude de recevoir lui donnèrent par automatisme une certaine contenance.
— J’ai tout expliqué à Jean-Paul ! Je lui ai dit que tu étais une petite bourgeoise mais aussi une petite salope, lâcha tout à coup l’électricien.


Sonia se figea. Elle se mit à rougir. Ne répondit pas, toussota. Le temps semblait suspendu.
— Je préfère te le dire tout de suite, Jean-Paul est un voyeur pervers, renchérit l’électricien. Il est venu pour voir te voir nue !


Sonia avait les jambes croisées. Elle essaya de se donner une certaine contenance en se passant la main dans les cheveux et en buvant une gorgée. L’électricien continua :
— Je lui ai aussi dit que je t’avais donné l’ordre de ne pas mettre de culotte aujourd’hui. Il veut savoir si tu m’obéis. Ne me fais pas mentir. Décroise tes cuisses !


Ma femme ne bougeait toujours pas. La rougeur de ses joues s’était un peu estompée. Un grand silence suivit l’ordre de l’électricien. Sonia but encore une gorgée, probablement pour se donner un peu de courage.
— Alors ? reprit-il, je suis sûr que tu as très envie de te montrer à lui. Il en meurt d’impatience. Une petite salope comme toi est probablement aussi exhibitionniste. Décroise tes cuisses !


Sonia respira profondément, sourit et décroisa alors lentement ses cuisses, gardant les genoux bien serrés et resta ensuite immobile. Les deux hommes la fixaient.
— Écarte un peu pour que Jean-Paul puisse voir que tu n’as pas de culotte.


Ma femme écarta alors légèrement ses genoux. Elle ne portait effectivement pas de culotte.
— C’est bien, l’encouragea l’électricien, écarte bien, que Jean-Paul puisse bien tout voir.


Sonia écarta encore ses cuisses, ne cachant plus rien de mister intimité. Elle était belle, désirable et elle le savait. Sa robe courte remontait naturellement sur ses hanches.
— Elle est belle, hein Jean-Paul ! dit l’électricien à mister collègue. Je t’avais dit qu’il suffisait de lui demander. Cette petite bourgeoise meurt d’envie de se dévergonder.
— Maintenant touche-toi, ajouta-t-il.


Après une trop brève hésitation qui me fit enrager, Sonia glissa sa main vers mister sexe et commença à se caresser. S’exhiber devant un inconnu semblait l’affoler. L’électricien ne l’avait pas touchée ! Simplement en lui parlant, en lui demandant, il avait eu ce qu’il voulait. Sonia se caressait maintenant devant un inconnu lubrique.
— Que veux-tu d’elle, Jean-Paul ? demanda l’électricien.
— Qu’elle continue ! lui répondit Jean-Paul.
— Vas-y, mets-toi un doigt bien au fond, ajouta l’électricien.


Sonia obéissait. Jean-Paul s’enhardit :
— Écarte encore tes cuisses ! ordonna-t-il, et montre-nous aussi tes seins.


Sonia baissa le haut de sa robe, dégageant ses petits seins. Ne percevant aucune résistance, les mots de Jean-Paul devinrent plus crus :
— Continue à te branler, ne t’arrête pas, lui dit-il, enfonce deux doigts.


Ma femme s’exécuta. Elle avait un peu glissé sur le canapé. Elle montrait ses seins, ses cuisses étaient largement ouvertes. Avec ses bas et ses escarpins elle était remarquablement excitante. Elle se branlait maintenant profondément sans retenue sous les yeux de ses voyeurs. Jean-Paul souriant s’était rapproché de ma femme pour mieux observer.
— Elle est trempée ! dit-il à mister collègue. Elle adore se montrer ! Tu avais raimister, elle est terrible !
— Tiens, mets-toi ça, dit-il en tendant la bouteille de bière vide à Sonia. Ma femme se saisit de la petite bouteille et se l’enfonça au fond du sexe. La bouteille allait et venait au grand plaisir de ma femme et de ses voyeurs.
— Mets-toi à genoux, que je vois bien ton cul, lui ordonna alors Jean-Paul.


Tous ces mots crus que je n’avais jamais osé prononcer semblaient l’envoûter. Les ordres étaient secs et directs. Sonia s’y soumettait. Elle se mit en levrette sur le canapé, le buste sur le dossier, les fesses dirigées vers Jean-Paul. Elle continuait à se branler avec la bouteille.
L’électricien se plaça de l’autre côté du canapé et tendit la bouteille qu’il avait en main vers mister visage. Sonia se mit alors à lécher la bouteille, puis la prit dans sa bouche.
Jean-Paul s’était saisi de la bouteille et imprimait maintenant un va-et-vient. Sonia gémissait.
— C’est parfait tout ça, dit Jean-Paul. Quel beau cul de bourgeoise ! Je crois que c’est le moment de sucer Marc !


Marc ! C’était donc mister nom. L’électricien dont j’ignorais jusqu’alors le nom se prénommait Marc.
Marc dégrafa mister pantalon et sortit un sexe épais en totale érection que Sonia prit en bouche immédiatement. Il était évident qu’elle avait perdu tout contrôle. Jean-Paul imprimait des mouvements de plus en plus rapides avec la bouteille. Sonia suçait avidement la verge de Marc.
— Mets-lui un doigt dans le cul, elle adore ça, dit Marc à Jean-Paul.


Celui-ci ne se fit pas prier. Sonia eut un sursaut. Elle semblait en transe !
— Mets-lui la bouteille dans le cul, Jean-Paul, ne te prive pas, en plus, ça l’excite un max !


Ces deux hommes sans véritable éducation prenaient plaisir à avilir ma femme. Était-ce la revanche de rudes travailleurs sur ce que représentait la bourgeoisie ? Toujours est-il que cela excitait Sonia qui voulait aller jusqu’au bout de ses fantasmes. Tout cela était pour elle « sa revanche » sur la stricte éducation de sa jeunesse. La grossièreté de ces hommes redoublait ses ardeurs.
Jean-Paul enfonça doucement la bouteille dans l’anus de Sonia et commença un lent mouvement de va-et-vient. Sonia se caressait d’une main et se faisait enfiler l’anus par une bouteille de bière tout en suçant le sexe de Marc. Son excitation était à mister comble. Elle ondulait sous les caresses de Jean-Paul. Ce dernier en profita pour sortir mister portable et prendre quelques photos de ma femme en levrette, en bas et talons aiguilles, une bouteille de bière insérée dans l’anus, en train de sucer mister copain !
— Quelle salope ! dit alors Jean-Paul à mister copain. Tu as raimister, elle est bonne et prête à tout. Elle a dû manquer de bite pendant trop longtemps ! On va lui en donner.


Ils l’allongèrent sur le canapé. Marc commença à la pénétrer vulgarement pendant que Jean-Paul se faisait lécher.
— Donne-lui ! dit Jean-Paul à mister copain, vas-y bourre la, fais-la gueuler !


L’électricien labourait sauvagement Sonia. Elle hurlait de plaisir, ce qui confortait Jean-Paul qui rajouta à l’adresse de ma femme :
— Vas-y salope, lâche-toi, tu en as envie, tu en as besoin.


Je n’avais jamais vu ma femme jouir comme cela auparavant. Elle ne se contrôlait plus. Elle léchait comme une folle les testicules de Jean-Paul. Celui-ci ne tarda pas à éjaculer entre ses seins.
Marc continuait à la prendre rageusement. Jean-Paul lui enfonça deux doigts dans la bouche. Sonia était devenue leur jouet sexuel. Elle acceptait tout. Jean-Paul lui fit lécher la bouteille de bière puis la lui enfonça dans la bouche pendant que Marc continuait à la baiser.
— Mets-toi à quatre pattes, que je te prenne comme tu aimes, lui ordonna Marc.


Sonia s’exécuta. Marc s’introduisit doucement. Pendant qu’il sodomisait ma femme, Jean-Paul prenait des photos et commentait. Le penchant pervers et voyeur de Jean-Paul était évident. Il se régalait à voir cette femme du monde s’avilir et se soumettre ainsi à leur volonté. Il représenta sa verge devant la bouche de Sonia en lui ordonnant de le sucer. Sonia se déchaînait. Elle se révélait très efficace et rendit sa fermeté à la verge de Jean-Paul qui l’encourageait. J’avais l’impression de visionner un excellent film porno, sauf que la star était ma femme !
Au bout de quelques minutes Jean-Paul se retira. Il éjacula sur le visage de Sonia. Marc accéléra la cadence en grognant, arrachant un long gémissement à Sonia dont le visage semblait exprimer une douleur qui était en fait une profonde jouissance. Il se retira et envoya un long jet de sperme sur les fesses de Sonia.
Sonia s’affala à plat ventre sur le canapé.
— Ça t’a plu tout ça, hein ma coquine ? lui dit Jean-Paul en lui donnant une serviette en papier. Sonia ne répondit pas mais le sourire qu’elle rendait aux deux hommes en disait long sur la jouissance qu’ils venaient de lui procurer. Ses yeux brillaient. Elle remonta sa robe sur ses épaules et se redressa. Les deux hommes se rhabillèrent puis l’encadrèrent et la caressaient à nouveau au travers de sa robe.
— La semaine prochaine j’aurai une autre surprise pour toi ! lui lança Marc.
— Oh oui ! reprit Jean-Paul, on en a pas fini avec toi, ce n’est qu’un début, lui dit-il en glissant une main sous sa robe, ce qui fit immédiatement réagir Sonia qui se cambra en fermant les yeux.
— Il va falloir un peu patienter, une semaine, ça peut parfois paraître long, dit Marc avec un magnifique sourire.
— Les photos… bredouilla Sonia en réalisant enfin qu’elles pouvaient être compromettantes.
— Ne t’en fais pas, lui répondit Marc, on va masquer ton visage. Fais-moi confiance ! On veut bien s’amuser mais il n’est pas question de te causer du tort. C’est juste pour la collection de Jean-Paul.


Jean-Paul acquiesça. Il était voyeur, pervers, vicieux mais pas méchant.
Sonia leur fit promettre de masquer mister visage.
Les yeux rivés sur l’écran de mon ordinateur je n’avais cessé de me masturber durant toute la vidéo et j’avais joui quasiment au moment où Jean-Paul avait maculé le visage de ma femme de mister sperme. Mon excitation était extrême. Je ne pouvais plus dormir. Cette nuit-là, allongé à côté de ma femme qui, elle, dormait profondément, je me remémorais toutes les scènes de cette vidéo. Dans la pénombre je devinais mister visage détendu et je repensais à la crispation de celui-ci au moment de mister orgasme et au sperme de cet inconnu dégoulinant sur ses joues. Finalement, dans l’impossibilité de dormir, j’avais à nouveau rallumé mon ordinateur pour revisionner cette vidéo en me masturbant.
J’avais hâte d’être au mardi suivant… Ma hâte semblait encore plus importante que celle de ma femme ? C’était troublant ! Mais j’avais une petite idée…

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Debbie and I looked around for a place to sit together. The larger sofas were taken and the doors to the other rooms were closed, but we found a futon on a frame that was cozy, but worked for us. It was impossible not to have my arm around her and so we got into it pretty quickly. I looked into her cute face for the first time and noticed that even though she wore a lot of makeup (Even in her 40's, Maggie is naturally pretty without makeup)she was basically really cute. Debbie wore a gauzy white blouse that showed the outline of her bra, a tight fitting black knee length skirt and sheer stockings. Her dress was pretty, but not provocative, at least not as much as I would have figured for a place like this.

We kissed seriously now for the first time. Her kiss was genuine and lingering, and I liked it. Breaking the kiss, I looked into her eyes again. Experimentally, I ran my hand down her cheek, then I kissed her again. My hand continued down her neck, and nervously, I touched her breast, cupping it through her blouse. She didn't resist my touch in any way. Quite the opposite, she slid her hand up my thigh, and finding me, she began to lightly massage me through my pants. Needless to say, I responded. Simultaneously, my abs began to tighten and my member began to harden.

She remarked, "You know, you're actually the first white guy I have been this close to since high school."

That made me rear back with surprise. "Really? Never?" I said, and she shook her head.

I figured it must have meant that she and Sean met pretty early.

Debbie thrust her chest forward when I started unbuttoning her blouse. I loved the way her skin looked, the way her bra outlined her smallish breasts. I reached in and she squeezed my cock through my slacks again.

I told her, "I want you, but I don't see a place where, you know...", looking around the room. "How can we...", Where can we.. you know?"

She said, "Honey, I want you too. Look, would you like me to slip into something more comfortable?"

I nodded, and she grabbed her overnight bag and headed off to the bathroom.

That gave me a chance to look around. In one corner, I saw a black couple really getting into each other. Her top was off and he was sucking her nipples long and hard as she reclined back on the sofa. When his mouth came free from them, I saw that they were long and dark and her aureoles were a beautiful dark brown. I began to understand that black women were just as wonderful and any other hue. It was simply that I had been totally blind to it.

Against the middle wall opposite where I sat patiently, a chubby freckled red head, very Irish or German looking, perhaps in her late 20's to mid-30's was sitting fully astride a black guy with salt and pepper hair. They were both partially clothed; her blouse, vibrant red, was open and her bra was pulled down on one side. I could only see the side of one breast from the angle I was sitting, but the guy's hand was massaging her vigorously as they kissed deeply. His pants were open and slid down revealing his erection.

His overall darkness contrasted strongly with her very pale skin, and the pale pink of the nipple I could see moving under his fingers. His other hand moved under her skirt, cupping her ass and I could see the back and forth movement of his arm pulling her close to him. The redhead was moving powerfully against his motion and pushing her tummy against the underside of his exposed member. It looked intense and I felt the heat even across the room.

Back toward the stairs, a black couple were lying across a sofa, actually more the size of a loveseat. She was dressed in violent pink lingerie, which looked great against her skin, a hue between gold and toffee. He was on top of her in simulated coitus, dry humping wildly. It looked pretty hot, and took me back to my own high school days. I had to remind myself that most likely none of these couples came through the front door together. I hadn't really noticed who was with whom originally, but they certainly mixing it up now.

A 40ish black woman, lushly built with very dark skin, dark eyes and a smooth, straight hairstyle, had come downstairs and was walking casually toward me. She stopped in front of me and smiled broadly. She had on a very sheer white lingerie set, and I could see her gorgeous dark brown nipples standing out, erect and pushing against the gauzy material.

My wife and I are naturists; we know that nude is not the same as sexy. Clothing provides the sexiness by hiding and revealing. Her wide hips and full legs were swaying silently back and forth, and I saw (or imagined) a bushy dark thatch of her pubic triangle beckoning me. My mouth watered and I swallowed hard, trying to decide; I could easily have been swayed, if Debbie wasn't intending to come back, but the decision was made for me.

Debbie walked back and silently approached from the darkness of the other side of the common area, dressed in an almost transparent pink lingerie top, tied behind her neck, with darker pink flowers printed on and frilly panties. All I could say at the time, and all I can think of even now, was 'Wow!'

I felt like a million bucks when she smiled and told the black woman, politely "Hey sweetie, tonight he's all mine."

They kissed lightly on the lips and then she smiled at me, did a little twirl and asked me if I liked.

"Oh god yes," I replied, really meaning it.

She sat in my lap and felt the spread of her ass cheeks heating up my lap. I practically sladyed her with hungry, open mouthed kisses and she invited even more as our tongues moved over each others. Her top was open at the sides revealing the gentle curvature of her breasts. Her nipples poked lightly forward, constrained only by the flimsy material of the lingerie. I could hardly control my hands as they reached into her top, massaging her breasts. At that moment, I wanted her desperately, but felt really self conscious going further virtually in front of an audience of strangers (who in reality were so involved that they probably wouldn't have noticed.)

I whispered to Debbie that I was about to explode with desire, and wished we could fuck.

She said, "Mmmmm, honey, that sounds fine to me. Let's go into that corner over there. Believe me, I have fucked in places a lot more public than this."

I looked over to the furthest corner and thought about it. It was certainly darker than anywhere else in the basement, but there was no place to lie down.

I asked simply, "How?"

She said, "Standing. C'mon. It'll be fine."

I was overcome with lust for her, and that overcame my reluctance to have sex with others nearby.

I should mention that I am in my 50's and Debbie was (I estimate) late 20's to mid 30's. I really don't know, but that's my estimate from memory. She felt really firm and taut and her breasts, partly because of their small size, and partly because of her youth, hardly bounced. I reached under her negligee top and cupped her in the heat of my lust. She was obviously incredibly excited. Her nipples were taut, standing straight out and slightly toward her chin, and as I walked behind her to the corner I stretched them.

She said, "Gentle, sweetie. I am pregnant and they are sensitive as cuckolds brownie."

You could have knocked me over with a feather. She sure as hell did not look pregnant to the untrained eye.

I said, "What??" and she replied that I was getting lucky as this was the only way that Sean would ever let her be with a white guy, and he was bending his rules only because she was already pregnant. This was after she had told me after that I was the only white guy she had been with as an adult, so I felt a lot of what you might call 'performance pressure.'

She rightly reminded me to use a condom. In the corner, we kissed as she unzipped me and reached in.

Squeezing me, she said only, "Nice!"

As a concession to the 'public' nature of the setting, I pulled my pants and my boxers down just enough to accommodate our activity. As I fished a condom from my right pocket, she had already turned, and was bracing herself, palms against the wall, legs spread, facing away from me.

I quickly rolled the condom onto my stiff cock and pulled her frilly panties down, not removing her top, trying I suppose to preserve some sense of modesty. I am 5'10" and she was perhaps 5'7", so it was easy for me to enter her just by bending my knees a little and pushing upwards. My body tensed with excitement as I spread her ass cheeks with both hand. She lifted on her toes a bit and with her helping hand, I was quickly inside her. Once my head spread her lips, She pushed her rump back against my pelvis hard, locking our bodies together in intimacy.

As those of you who read my earlier posting (The Eye of the Hurricane) may remember, I have only been with one other woman than my wife in 20 years of marriage. This young woman was incredibly (!) wet and willing more so than anyone I have ever been with. Fucking her was so easy, her pussy was surprisingly accommodating for such a young woman; her bun muscles so tight that I came in ten minutes very much against my own will.

I tried like crazy not to cum, but her movements against me felt so wonderful that I was completely out of control of my own will. Each time she pushed against me, the thrill of feeling both the softness of her ass against my pelvis and the smoothness of her pussy made me moan and clench my jaw. With every push into her, it felt as if my shaft was engulfed in velvet fire. I rocked against her body in wave after wave of pleasure.

When I came, my body was still bucking violently and Debbie, who was massaging her own pussy and clit was breathing hard. I don't know if she came, but I really do think she enjoyed the experience. I paused in my motions, resting my face against feel of her back and shoulder through the fabric of her negligee top and consumed in the scent of her perfume and the natural perfume of our coupling.

As I softened and slipped (***ly) out of her, she pulled her panties up and smiled, saying "Thanks, That was nice. You're pretty good-for a white guy."

I raised an eyebrow in a mock leer and both of us laughed. She turned around with both arms around my neck as I pulled my pants up, still wearing the condom.

We went into the bathroom, me to slide off the condom and her to pee. I cleaned my cock off with a wet pad of toilet paper and watched her pee, the lights were stronger there and I looked at her, appreciating her beauty.

I asked, "So, are you 're really pregnant?"

She responded, "Yes, due in June."

I said, "My god, you don't look it at all."

She laughed and said, "Come back in a month and see if you can still say that!"

I told her, "I would enjoy that very much, seeing you in a month--or even a week."

I winked at her. She smiled back, saying that she already had a little boy, now 3, by Sean.

I asked how long they had been married, but she shook her head and sighed, "No, not married. And that's probably not going to happen."

At last she said, "Anyway. Next month. It's a date for sure. Let's go up and see what my crazy man is up to. He loves white women. It's a little bit of a 'thing' with him.

"He likes to well, to 'train' white women, right? He's really into domination, but trust me, it's totally just role playing really," she explained.

Then she offered, "Still, your wife is probably happy; probably being driven crazy. First time with a black guy?"

I said, "Yeah, as far as I know, yes."

She said that an interracial encounter can be very intense, when a woman first experiences it.

She chuckled and shook her head. "Sure you want to walk in on that?"

My curiosity was getting the better of me, so I just shrugged and nodded. She pulled up her panties and I saw for the first time, or imagined I saw, a little tummy bulge. It was nice I thought; very sweet. In a way, just then, I wished we hadn't been intimate. It seemed somehow wrong, but obviously, Sean was putting her out there as his ticket to this lifestyle. And just as obviously, she did enjoy what we had done.

We started to ascend the basement stairs. As I looked back over my shoulder, I saw that redhead and her older salt'n'pepper black partner were now locked in coitus. He sat back on the sofa and she was astride him, rocking lazily. Her panties were still on one leg, and she leaned backwards, steadying her hands on his knees, trying to maximize his penetration. He groaned with each of her downward thrusts.

"Yeah, that's it. You my greedy little bitch? You want all of this?" he said.

She just moaned and kept meeting his thrusts with abandon. I watched the muscles in her ass tighten and release rhythmically as she fucked herself on his black cock. I made a mental note to talk with her at the next visit.

We went up the stairs, again holding hands, Debbie steadying herself on me as we ascended. She still had on the lingerie she fucked in, and I carried her overnight bag over my shoulder.

We drew some stares from a couple guys as we passed through the kitchen area. They looked through me, but consumed Debbie with hungry eyes. Knowing smiles passed between Debbie and each of the men. Clearly, Debbie was a regular here, and undoubtedly had been a partner with each of them as well.

I wondered idly how many guys she had been with and how I measured up.

I shook my head and told myself, "Chill Jack. Don't be a complete ass. This is a playground, for heaven sake. People are supposed to by fucking each other here."

Perhaps I felt more protective since learning of her pregnancy.

When we went up the next flight of stairs to the bedroom level, it then occurred to me that I didn't know which of the bedroom Sean and Maggie were in. Then I saw there was a little sign up sheet on the floor by each room, I looked down and the names and I finally saw something that looked like Sean scrawled on one.

I timidly knocked on the door, and I heard Maggie stammering "Y-y-y-esss. Come in."

I opened the door and saw them on the bed, the room lit by a single bedroom lamp. I could see Maggie lying on his left side, one leg stretched out, the other bent, half laughing, smiling; half crying, her hand on her forehead, saying "Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck! That was fucking intense"

Sean was lying by her side, laughing too.

He said, "Just in time, homey. Come on in y'all."

He looked at me then turned to Maggie saying, "Now you know, don't you."

She just kept saying, "Oh Fuck, oh fuck Yessss"

He said in reply, "Now you train your boy here. Do what I told you. You a black man's woman now."

She lifted her hand from her head, opened her eyes looking at him. "No Sean, Really no. Really."

He told her simply but powerfully, "Do it, now. My women don't ask why."

I replied angrily, "Back off, man. Who the fuck you think you're talking to?"

He said, "Sorry dude. My bad. Maggie, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

She looked at him, considered a moment, then held out her hands to me, sighed and said, "Ok. Come here, honey. Please."

The bed was tall with a deep mattress, which brought it nearly waist high for me. "I need your kisses, desperately," she said.

I approached her; she was still lying back and now rested her left leg on Sean's right thigh. We kissed and she gave me the most intense kiss I have gotten from her in a long while.

She held my face in both hands and said, "Honey, I'm still so hot. I need you to kiss my breasts so bad. Show Sean how good you are. How you turn me on."

I kissed and sucked each nipple. They were already raised to a level of tautness that showed she was still intensely aroused. Then she pushed my head with both her hands down her chest to her tummy.

Maggie moaned, saying, "Baby, kiss my tummy, pleeease..."

I was game for it. I think that Debbie went over the other side of the bed to stand by Sean, who by this time leaned to his right and was deep kissing my wife again.

Maggie kept guiding me downwards with her hands until I reached her usually downy pubic hair, now matted and gooey. I suddenly pulled back sharply as I felt and tasted not just her but something else as well. I think I knew by then what it was from the few times we had made love and I had gone down on her afterward. Hard to tell though, as she was a mix of scents and taste, mostly a salty little sweat beaded up on her skin.

I started to pull back even further, and I felt Sean lie back and say, "Girl ... Do like I said ...," again in a commanding voice.

Maggie looked up into my eyes and pleaded with me to go back down on her. I decided that I would kiss her tummy but stop there. Putting my lips back on her tummy and circling her belly button. She moaned loudly, opened her legs wider, resting the one higher on Sean. She lifted her hips and pushed me powerfully to her pussy. I tried pulling back, but her hands around the back of my neck assured that was not going to happen. She moved -- squirmed really -- to keep my mouth planted on her.

Slightly pissed off at the little game going on here, but becoming aroused despite it, I began to lick her, trying to ignore the mixed taste of her juices. She moved up and down, first in a slow rhythm, then steadily faster, urging me on, saying "Yesssss darling. Eat me, eat me so deep."

As I began to satisfy her lust, she let up the pressure and instead simply stroked my hair lazily, moving her hips up and down slower as well. My head was down but I love to look up at her over her mound and her fine pubic hair (now matted with cum) into her eyes when I eat her. Sean was smiling and whispering something in her left ear and pinching her nipples with his free hand.

After he finished, she nodded and told me quietly, "Oh yes, that's it. Get it all, honey. Deeper. Get it all. Please." With her right hand she stroked my hair and with her left she stroked Sean's face as he whispered to her and kissed her ear and nibred her neck. She giggled and her mouth sought his for a deep kiss.

I felt the bed sink downward with the pressure of Debbie getting on the outside of the bed next to Sean and looking over, saw her starting to lick her man's wet member and his pubic hair, wet with Maggie's and his cum. While she did that, she scooted between his legs. Debbie's hand was on my buns, and she reached between my legs, gently squeezed my cock, and then cupped my balls.

Sean moaned for Debbie and told her to get it all. Sean 'out-loud' whispered to Maggie, "Look at your man, licking our cum off your cunt. Looks right, don't it" While my cheeks burned with anger, but still she urged me on. She sucked Sean's tongue and rubbed his abs wile Debbie continued to suck him harder. His right hand held Debbie on his cock while his left was busy twisting Maggie's left nipple.

Maggie seemed to grow more insistent, telling me sharply, "Use your tongue for fuck sake. Deeper, deeper."

My jaw was beginning to hurt from the pressure and from having my tongue so deeply inside her now circling her pussy, which was decidedly more swollen now, actually pulsing.

Sean said to Maggie "That's it. It's all about controlling your hubby."

After 10 or so minutes, Maggie lifted her hips and pushed the lowest reaches of her pussy into my face. I noticed the translucent fluid, and clearly understood what it was. I balked strongly, but she wouldn't let me pull back, trapping me with her thighs.

She moaned, "Make me cum, honey. Make me cum again."

I was torn between revulsion on one hand, and seeing Maggie in the throes of the most intense sexual heat I had ever seen in our years together. I loved seeing her body wracked with the pain of erotic abandon.

I said to myself, "Screw it," and licked her clean, emulating what Debbie to my right had done.

Yes, I understand now as I write this that I had become a part of Sean's domination of my wife, but how could I argue with the fact that I was also giving Maggie more pleasure than I had in years. This was the tradeoff knew I would have to accept. My love for Maggie made it a no-brainer at the time. Still, there was a quiet voice in my head that whispered this experience could signal some kind of change in our relationship and the way we saw each other. I knew that the less Sean in our lives, the better.

What lessened the shame and annoyance for me was that Debbie, having finished cleansing Sean with her mouth, scooted under my bent knees and was starting to suck my cock as it hung, partly erect. Clearly, this was turning Sean on again, as for the first time I saw his cock beginning to stand up. He stroked himself a few times and then pushed me (gently but insistently) out of the way. I leaned back on my knees at the foot of the bed. Maggie threw her legs wide open, pushing her thighs down toward the mattress and then, licking her lips, reached up with open arms to accept him again (this would be the third time of the night she informed me when we discussed it three days later.)

"You ready for your man again, girl?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh God Yes, YES... YES..." she replied without the slightest hesitation.

I had thought she might be slightly inhibited with me watching them so closely, or at least toned down her obvious passion a bit, but no. He moved between her open legs on bent knees and kissed her deeply. She thrust her chest up toward him, pulling him toward her. The contrast between them was stark in the dimly lit room. His darkness complemented her milky Irish skin.

I watched, absolutely spellbound as he entered her. Teasing her (and perhaps also to show me that Maggie was 'his' now), he lazily moved his cock head between Maggie's pussy lips. I watched from behind him, still at the foot of the bed and could see that he had not fully penetrated her. She looked up at him with furrowed brow.

Sean now pushed her to commit to him further, saying, "Now tell your cuck boy to go sit down over there."

Maggie, burning to climax again, looked at me and said sweetly, "Honey, would you mind watching us from over there?", waving toward the arm chair.

Sean instantly pulled his cock back, protesting, "No way, not like that. Tell him and say the words. Tell him he's your cuck now. I need to hear it and you need to hear yo'self say it."

She frowned, conflicted. After an awkward silence, she said quietly, "Be my sweet cuckold Jack. Show me how much you want me to make love to Sean... please show me." Then her eyes welling with tears, she added, "Oh, I love you Jack, really I do."

I was floored by her presentation to him, but there was still a part of me that thought this was simply Maggie role playing. There wasn't an easy way to put a halt to the action at this moment, so I slowly backed away and became a spectator.

Sean said, "Riiiight... Perfect... Now, Beg me bitch."

Biting her lower lip, Maggie said, "Please? Please be inside me?"

Sean replied quickly, "Uh-uh. Not enough. Tell me you'll do anything for me."

Maggie frowned, glancing over at me, but decided: "Anything. ANYTHING... YESS... ANYTHING.... EVERYTHING...." Now I was far less certain this was play acting. Maggie was an assertive, sometimes domineering woman. To see her like this, supplication in her eyes, begging for this man was utterly foreign to me. Still, it was clear t everyone in the bedroom. She had made the decision.

And so had Sean, who decided that was sufficient for now. I watched as he thrust deeply into her, this time sinking his entire cock into her. This was territory he had not yet penetrated tonight, and as he stroked her savagely, it brought alternating looks of pain, then ecstasy to her face. With each thrust, she spread her thighs to maximize the depth of his penetration, and I could see her pussy stretching wide to accept his huge cock. On the quick following upstroke I watched her inner pussy lips, now stretched by his size, cling to his cock.

I noted with sharp irritation that they were not using a condom; clearly they hadn't used a condom while they were alone either.

It confirmed my already strong suspicion that when I went down on Maggie ten minutes before, that I had tasted more than my wife's juices alone. Oh well, fuck it. What's done is done. Still, I was annoyed, thinking that it was part of Sean's 'deal' as Debbie had put it. It really pissed me off, as Maggie and I agreed it would be a hard and fast rule. My face reddened to know that Maggie had surrendered everything to him.

(Three days later, when enough anger drained from me to talk with her about it, Maggie said that he was just so powerful and persuasive about how much stronger he would make her cum without one that she couldn't resist.)

Taking my right hand, Debbie pulled me from the bed, saying, "Come over here and sit. I'll make you feel very nice!"

She led me to a red and white checkerboard wingback chair that was positioned so that Maggie and Sean were about 6 feet from me and at a 45 degree angle. Their bodies moved in a magictic rhythm. Sean's mouth never left hers, and she held him intently, caressing the backs of his arms over and over, occasionally running her hands down his back and squeezing his dark ass passionately, before moving back to squeeze his arms over and over.

Maggie was clearly enraptured and not conscious of anything outside of Sean. While the tops of their torsos seemed moulded together, half dark brown and half milky white, Sean moved upwards a good 8" every time he pulled back before the next thrust. From my perch at an angle from them, I could see his shaft glistening, and got slightly jealous that he was raising such an extreme reaction from my sometimes lukewarm wife, to the point that I began to lose my stiffness.

Debbie pulled her mouth gently away, letting my foreskin slide back over the head of my penis, looked up and asked, "What's wrong, sweetie?"

I stroked her hair, smiled and said softly, "It's ok. You're fine. It's me."

She scooted further between my legs, pulled my face down to look into her eyes, saying, "I told you that you might not be able to this, remember? Let's use the bathroom in the hall, and I'll finish you."

I shook my head and simply continued to stare across the room.

Sean was pumping her fast and hard now and this continued several minutes. Maggie locked her ankles around him, just at his waist and her arms held onto him on either side of his back. Maggie's pussy was making sweet little pussy farts and her eyes were closed in total rapture. Suddenly, on the upward stroke, he stopped, rested on his locked arms again.

Maggie, surprised, said, "NO, NO, NO.... Please... Don't stop... PLEEEASE... Oh Sean, Oh Sean".

"Look at me, girl" he said. She opened her eyes and looked deeply into his.

Sean said something like, "From now on. Only black, only me, right?" and Maggie pleaded with him to continue, raising her hips to power him deep inside again.

He resisted her thrust, telling her, "Say it, bitch."

She looked deep into his eyes, bit her lower lip, then nodded and said, "Only black... only you... Anything for you.... Whatever you want; just fuck me please! Please... God please ..."

He sunk slowly into her, Then rose and stroked her deep and hard, resuming his pace. Debbie, looking at them over her shoulder abandoned me, her lost cause. She braced herself on my legs as she stood up. She turned her back on me as if I no longer existed. In a set of quick motions, she pulled her lingerie top over her head and pulled her panties down. I watched as the top fluttered down to the floor as if in slow motion.

Now, for the first time I saw her completely nude. She was really a really beautiful young woman. and clearly aroused by her man's domination of my wife's body and soul. I could see from the way she moved that she longed for Sean, and she too had the look of a woman willing to do anything for him.

She walked hesitantly to the side of the bed, and saying nothing, climbed up and lay on her side next to them. She began to caress his back and his ass longingly as he fucked my wife. At a couple points, as he slowed to change the rhythm and further enthrall Maggie, Debbie worked her finger in between his ass cheeks, and into him. The first time she fingered him, he flashed a smile, leaned over and kissed her. With her left hand she moved inside him and with her right, moved two fingers in and out of her womanhood, breathing heavily.
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Over on the armchair, without understanding why or how, I became incredibly hard. I watched this trio and became more turned on than I thought I could ever be, even to the point where my legs were trembling. I started to work my member back and forth with one hand, while reaching to the side table for a wad of tissues with the other. I knew I needed to climax, and I couldn't stop myself from doing this.

I thought enviously how much I wanted to be riding either Maggie or Debbie, but the night was lost to me for that. Maybe even more than the night.

Sean kept saying softly to Maggie (but loud enough for me to hear), "You mine now. From now on, I say come, you say yes sir. Understand?"

To which Maggie always responded, "Yes, anything. Anything."

Sean added, "Sir...".

Maggie hesitated more, and still more. To her, this may have gone beyond role playing.

Finally, Maggie closed her eyes and said, "Sir," and reached up around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her neck. In return, he sucked on her neck, leaving more of the marks that would persist for the next seven days. At least for this night, she was his -- submissive to his wants and desires.

At first, I was sure this was just role playing, but now, not that sure. I wondered if, to Maggie, this was somehow more than a surrender to the lust of the moment. I admit even now to being confused.

Sean resumed fucking her rapidly. In thinking back about it, the guy had stamina, I have to admit. Maggie resumed moaning loudly suddenly cried out, and both Sean and Debbie muffled her, so as to not alarm the rest of the establishment. Obvious to everyone in the room, she was cumming and cumming hard. Even from 6 feet away, I could see that Sean and she were sweating like racehorses and her body bucked violently upwards as she gripped Sean's arms tightly. Exhausted, she fell back.

Sean said, "I need to finish, baby. This might take a while, understand?" I didn't wonder, as they had certainly already climaxed together previously.

She nodded and then he lifted her left leg over his right shoulder.

Pumping her that way, I heard her saying, "Oh oh god, sooooo deep!"

Watching her man, Debbie stroked her own mound with delicate hands in and out so fast, I could hardly follow her motion. Sean continued almost 5 minutes more.

I heard Maggie say, "Hurts, it hurts.... So deep.. Too deep... God, I can feel you hittin' my womb, baby... Ohhh....." once, but still making no motion to stop him.

Sean replied, "Yeah, I know. B'leive me, you'll get to love that feels sugar. An' any man you can't feel in your womb ain't worth yo' time. "

As I watched, Sean went about fucking Maggie with renewed intensity; the back of his head was now covered in tiny beads of sweat, and likewise his powerful black butt as he moved swiftly forward and backwards. Next he gripped Maggie's ass with both hands, tilting her crotch for even deeper penetration. As he moved onto his knees, he rested her butt cheeks on his thighs. For my vantage point, I could now see his cock penetrating Maggie, pounding her pussy. His balls, which had been hanging low for the last several minutes began lifting and tightening in preparation for pumping sperm into his partner, my wife. His cock was so long that every stroke took more than a second to complete.

Maggie's moans of pain now turned simply to moans and little purrs. Her breathing grew short and from my vantage point, I could see her right breast and nipple showing renewed excitement. Maggie began rocking and pushing her hips upward rapidly to meet his thrusts. Suddenly, Sean's face was screwed into that face all men make during orgasm as he came in cascades, grunting loudly. On his rising strokes I could see streams of cum coating his cock.

He shoved deeply a few more times as his shaft lost its red. Finally, he pulled Maggie's leg off his shoulder, pushed himself from between her wobbly parted legs and lay back contentedly at the side of the bed with Maggie between himself and Debbie. Debbie licked her fingertips and playfully reached over to twist Maggie's nipples. To my complete and utter surprise, she simply lay back and let this happen, not moving to push Debbie away; rather she lazily watched Debbie through half opened eyes, then reached out to stroke Debbie's blond hair. Debbie sucked her nipples, not deeply but in an almost younglike fashion. I had never seen Maggie show the slightest interest in another woman, and yet tonight, she had no problem with it at all. I guess there's a first time for everything.

Sean finally opened his eyes to look over in my direction. He caught me as I stroked my own shaft with urgency, nearly at the point of no return.

He nudged Maggie's right shoulder with his left elbow and said, "Hey look over there. See that. See how your man gets off from watching us. Tha's how you treat a white hubby. Look at him - he's lovin' this."

She simply nodded with a look of disgust, then quickly looked away from me.

At that point, I felt both ashamed but beyond the point of no return. I exploded into the tissue and bit my lower lip, wanting to blend into the wallpaper.

Sean lay back and finding Maggie's dress by the side of the bed used it to wipe the sweat from his torso and neck. Looking over at Maggie, he said, "It's time now Maggie. Do that thing we talked about"

Maggie, now sated sexually, and very much in awe of Sean, complied to her lover's demand without hesitation.

"Jack, please come over here and join us," She said softly, "Show me that you liked me making love with Sean... please... show me."

Then her eyes welling with tears, she added, "Oh, I love you so much tonight Jack, really I do."

I moved slowly to the bed as if under a spell. I have never been able to say no to Maggie.

Sean laughed and shook his head then said to me, "I DID tell you not to bet against me. Alright, let's do this thing. Maggie, grab your man's dick, shove the head up against my head - like docking two boats."

She pulled me by my dick, which had lost its erection and then touched my pale head against his much larger dark chocolate one, lining up our slits.

"A'ight, now slide my foreskin all the way down over his dick; Tha's it sugar. Go ahead, cover as much of his little dick as you can. Tha' shouldn't be hard." Sean explained, moving his body to face me.

Sean winked in a 'just kidding' way. I didn't think it was particularly funny.

Sean said, laughing heartily, adding an aside to me, "I'm jes messin' with ya. No Hard feelings, dawg. Right?"

Maggie did as he instructed, as I watched his foreskin cover my flaccid penis almost completely. Maggie stroked his foreskin back and forth over mine, as if instinctively knowing what Sean wanted. I felt a creepy chill up my spine, and almost wretched convulsively. She continued to stroke several more times as I watched my penis disappear, engulfed by his loose foreskin. Finally, he pulled her hand off, broke the contact, then lay back on the bed, his phallus growing in size again.

At the time, I didn't understand the symbolic significance of his action; I thought it was just some creepy spur of the moment thing he dreamed up. Only days later did I 'get it'. For one thing, Sean didn't intend the 'sharing' as a once-in-a-lifetime event (again I didn't understand this in the heat of the moment.) More than that, Sean was showing Maggie that he was now taking charge of her sexually. By making my dick literally 'disappear' he was sending her a not so subtle message. And finally, by making her cover my penis with his using her own hand, then watching as she stroked, Maggie was actively agreeing to the conditions he laid down. In the symbolic language of interracial domination, Sean had 'mounted' me and become the alpha male in my wife's eyes.

"Listen Jack, you are a terrific husband to yo' woman. Thank you for sharing your wonderful wife with me. She is without a doubt the hottest white pussy I have ever had. That little cock slut over there could take a few lesmisters," he said looking over at Debbie whose face had turned a crimmister red. He added, "Maggie, you should thank Jack for sharing you. He's a very rare man, and you should show your appreciation to him."

He stuck out his big paw to shake my hand. I didn't know whether to take it or swing at him. I decided on the former and simply shook his hand.

Maggie and I both dressed hastily. Sean asked her - politely - whether he could keep her panties. Blushing, she obediently handed them to him.

By this time it was nearly 3 AM, and very clearly the house wanted to close down for the night. In-ceiling lights, which I had never noticed before, flicked on and off a few times rapidly. I collected my clothes, and dressed, wiping my shaft one last time. We both said our goodbyes right then and there.

Sean told me, "That was for rizzle, You're alright, for playing along Jim."

And then, as Debbie walked over to me, I looked at her leggy form appreciatively. She sat astride my legs, kiss me and give me a passionate hug. It felt so good to have her bare breast against my chest, that my spirits and my sense of my own manhood started to revive.

While Debbie and I hugged, I saw Maggie kiss Sean, his thick full lips covering hers completely.

Debbie whispered into my ear my cell number is "___ ___ ____. Let's give Sean a little payback? I really want to hook up with you alone; not here; my apartment and soon. And I promise I am going to fuck your brains out!"

I was shocked by the invitation. Apparently, Debbie was also not impressed by Sean's performance tonight and didn't like his attitude any more than I did.

I thought to myself, "Sean, my friend, paybacks are HELL. And I can't wait to start making some deposits."

We passed our black hostess (still looking wonderfully sensual,) while putting on our coats. In the inrush of air from the open front door, I caught her scent which was an erotic mixture of musk and sex. Clearly, she had been making love tonight, and for a moment, I envied the man (or men.) My penis twinged once in an involuntary reaction to her. My body was already thinking about its future agenda.

She said heartily, "I hope you enjoyed yourselves. Please come back again real soon."

I was discovering what a lot of others swinging novices generally discover quickly, which was that swingers are some of the most outgoing and friendly people anywhere.

We walked out into the night and toward our car. There was only one other house even remotely close (perhaps a half mile toward the entrance of the dead end road); I figured the neighbors either had to be heavy relaxers or deaf not to notice this pattern every Friday and Saturday night.

Maggie and I didn't say a single word to each other for fifteen minutes.

Finally, I broke the ice saying, "Well, that was sure intense!"

She was looking out the passenger window, and replied simply, "Uh-huh, intense," without ever looking over at me. I felt that she was ashamed of me for making myself climax while I watched her fuck. For my part, I was even more ashamed that I had allowed her lover to symbolically mount me as well.

When we reached our townhouse, she showered quickly and threw on flannel pajamas, still not talking. I took a quick shower, jumped into bed and quickly fell arelax.

The next morning, I awoke with a raging erection, and began waking Maggie with little kisses and reached under her top to caress her.

She said simply, "Jack, are you crazy? Not now baby; I am so fucking sore. He stretched me so wide, I could probably give birth to a pony."

I laughed, then she laughed and said, "I think I need a couple days to recover. Maybe Tuesday or Wednesday?"

I asked whether all that domination game was real or simply play, and she said, "Honey, you're the only one I care about. Just a game, sweetie."

I asked, "What was all that weird crap at the end? A game too?" She laughed and said, "of course honey!"

January 21

On Wednesday night, Maggie still said she wasn't ready but then mentioned that she had really loved watching me stroke myself to a climax last weekend.

"I love watching you cum that way, sweetie. Do it for me again, please...?" she said with a sad puppy face.

We kissed warmly and my erection began to rise, but she took my hands off her breasts, when I cupped them, remarking that they were still too sore. I asked her to suck me for a while, and she did that lightly for a minute or so, then put her hand around mine which she then moved onto my dick. Together, we stroked my shaft for a few times, then she laid back to watch me. I closed my eyes thinking of how much I would rather be inside her than this. I began to flag a bit, but then strangely, as thoughts of Maggie with Sean started creeping into my head and again I got intensely erect. Five minutes later, I came explosively.

Maggie tousled my hair and kissed my cheek warmly. "That's my good boy," she said, cuddling close to me.

"Were you thinking about me when you came?" she asked, still caressing my face, "Or were you thinking about Sean inside me, and how you liked seeing it?"

She raised and eyebrow, as if already knowing my answer.

I lied telling her, "I was thinking of you, only you honey. I would rather have been inside you though."

Without thinking, she blurted out, "well if you were 10 shades darker, and 5 inches longer, and twice as thick, you would have."

A stone silence hung in the air for a few seconds and then we both laughed so hard there were tears in both our eyes.

January 30

It's Friday now, over two weeks later, we still haven't been intimate; I am waiting for her to be ready for me to try a little of the old magic on her. I have made moves but either got the old headache response or no response at all. Her sexual appetite seems to be pretty sated still. Three or four times more she has laid with me watching me masturbate myself to climax, starting me off with her hand over mine then lying back to urge me on, again telling me how much she enjoyed watching me play with myself while Sean fucked her. I hate knowing that I came while thinking about Sean mounting her, and remembering her explosive orgasms with him. In my mind's eye, I could sometimes see her begging Sean to fuck her, stroking his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist. One of the times, I caught myself thinking how much I wanted to see her responding to Sean again. Since the night he first fucked her, my only release of sexual tension has been through masturbation, with Maggie afterward tousling my hair and telling me how much that turned her on.

Later that day, after we saw our flower off to school for the start of Spring semester, I tried to arouse Maggie as we lay in front of the fireplace. I pulled her panties down intending to go down on her. I noticed bruises on the inside of both her thighs and started to comment. She abruptly pulled her panties back up, telling me that she wanted me to eat her out later, and promised the weekend would be special for us both.

January 31


I got the credit card statement in yesterday's mail, and noted two extremely large items, a bill from Victoria's Secret and another from Macy's. It puzzled me and when I quizzed her about it, she blushed and said, "Oh gosh sweetie. I suppose I DID go a little overboard. But now that I have not one but TWO hot stud muffins to dress for and seduce, I need to spend a little more."

I looked incredulous, and blurted out, "what the ... what the.. two??"

"Jack, you know that you are and always will be my number one stud muffin, silly," she smiled at me and took my hand asking me to sit with her in the family room.

"And of course now that you agreed to share me with Sean, I want to look nice for him too, honey. Honey, don't be a cheapskate about this," she said, patting my face.

Maggie gently took my hand and stroked it gently.

"Jack, there's something I need to tell you, and I don't want you to get upset," She said in a gentle voice, biting her lower lip and looking at me apprehensively.



She continued, "As I said, I love you very much. Of course I do. And I know I haven't been very, well responsive to you lately, and well I don't want to be dishonest, honey. I haven't been aroused by you because, well... well, the thing is I can't get Sean out of my head. Every time I daydream, I can almost feel his thick hot lips on my body, feel his hands, smell his musky scent. When I dream, I can see his naked body standing over me, waving his cock back and forth and telling me to suck it.

I replied, "Maggie, I think you're probably just fantasizing. That's ok."



Maggie looked away from me, staring blankly into space and continued, "Jack, Sean called me two days after we played with him, and well to make a long story short, he asked me out on a date tonight. I know you don't mind, but I just felt awkward bringing it up."

I shook my head angrily and replied, "Don't mind? Like hell! What gave you that idea?"

Maggie dried her eyes, and steadfastly held her ground. Frowning crossly she said, "Now wait just a minute, Jack. You were the one who wanted me to try a black guy in the first place. You challenged him to take me away from you; don't say you don't remember that!"

My jaw dropped as she continued, "So you don't go blaming me for getting hooked on the experience. And furthermore, you really got off on it too - and we BOTH know you did. I will never forget the sight of you stroking your own little peenie as you watched him make love to me. Don't you think that made an impression?"

Then she dealt the trump card, "Well, and of course the other thing, you let me crown him. Didn't you understand what that meant?"

I looked quizzically, "Crowned? I don't understand. What the hell is 'crowned'?"

She looked angrily at me, "When I slid his cock over your dick, remember? That is giving a woman's black lover explicit permission to take her. Whenever the woman does that with her own hand and her man lets her, it's like, I dunno, giving him permission or something. D'uhhh... Don't pretend you weren't there or that you didn't understand that!"

She pounded me on my chest, adding, "After seeing the way that Sean's cock completely engulfed your dick that night, I felt it deep inside - we both accepted him as my lover; didn't you feel that too? And another thing - I know you really enjoyed watching us fuck, didn't you? Didn't you?"

My face turned red and the veins in my forehead stood out, "No way. Absolutely not, Maggie. That's a lie!"

She smiled at me, sarcasm dripping from her lips, "Oh really?"

At that I blew up. For one thing, For nor thing, I knew nothing about the symbolic meaning of the crowning thing. For another, I now noticed that she was calling my once proud cock a 'peenie' now, while she referred to Sean's member as a cock. Where the hell did that come from. Was she reacting to what she perceived as a 'shortcoming' on my part or to the strength of Sean as a superior lover?

She folded her arms and sat back. Then she massaged my right leg. "Jack I need you to understand that I love you dearly and I always will, but Sean really drives me wild sexually. He touches me in places that you just can't. But Jack, I want you to be a part of it and enjoy this new experience WITH me."

"Be a part .... I don't understand what you want from me? How can I be a 'part' of something I don't even understand; what does that even mean," I challenged.

"Honey, we have just been through this. Secretly you DO approve and we both know it. Admit it, every time you jerk off now, you think of him inside me. I can see it in your face. Can't we both be honest about that? Be supportive of me honey, and I promise you will come to enjoy this even more than you do now. Together we'll go places you never knew you could go." She smiled and stroked my cheek.

My face burned with embarrassment, and I refused to admit even a little bit of truth in what she said.

She moved closer and then, taking my face in her hands kissed me deeply, her tongue found mine and we were kissing hotly. Her hand slid over my thigh. when she found my dick, growing erect from our deep kissing, she looked into my eyes and said, "I know what's wrong with my tiger. You're probably really horny, baby."

Damn right I was horny. No sex for weeks will do that to a man. We moved toward the long sofa, and she turned up the radio. It was tuned to a local hip hop station, which confused the hell out of me as Maggie had always disliked rap music intensely; in the last week or so though, she had been listening to it exclusively.

"Maggie, you hate that kind of music," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Nuh-uh, baby. Not anymore. I am only now beginning to listen to the lyrics. Really powerful stuff. Kind of keeps me turned on, ya know? Besides, the beat is great to fuck to. Anyway, come on over here."

As she started to unzip my jeans and release my aching penis, she pushed me gently down onto the sofa and I scooted back until I was lengthwise on it. My dick sprang up hard and she appraised it with a smile. She sat on the floor next to me and tenderly kissed one side of the shaft. Taking a single deep breath she then engulfed my entire penis with her mouth, something I never knew she was capable of. I could feel my whole member deep in her mouth and throat as she went down and then up on me repeatedly. I was in heaven, feeling her soft lips and the liquid heat of her mouth. I moaned out loud and she hummed, "mmmmmmmmm."

After a bit, she disgorged me and started to stroke me with her free hand.

"God, Maggie, where did you learn that?" I asked, knowing that she had never taken me that deeply in all our years.

She smiled wickedly and said, "Mmmmmm ... I'm glad you liked it. I have been practicing -- now that I have my other stud muffin to please, I need to be able to suck a much much larger cock."

Maggie winked at me and, kissed my abs, then purred in a sweet low voice, "Yummm... My sweet tiger is soooooo hard. lie back and close your eyes, babe. Tell me what you're thinking of. Can you think of me with Sean?"

Closing my eyes, at first I frowned, not wanting those images to come but then nodded my head. As a journalist with an eye for detail, I could easily see them with my eyes closed, just as they were two weeks ago.

Maggie continued to stroke my shaft, and then picking up my hand and covering with hers, put it on my shaft and together we stroked my erection.

"Tell me, tiger, what do you see. C'mon, don't be shy. Tell me everything," she said sweetly.

I really didn't want to play this game, but she insisted, "You know you can't forget it. I want to know everything you saw and felt, sweetie."

"Ummm... Well, I can see Sean's dark skin against your milky whiteness... Your legs bent at your knees.... I can see him pushing your legs apart and moving between them. I can see ...", I squinted harder behind my closed eyelids, "Now I can see him rubbing the head of his cock up and down against the slit of you pussy. His head is really huge and your lips are swollen for him."

"Mmmmmmmm. Yesssss..... So hot. I can remember that too; tell me more, darling," she said, urging me on.

"Now... now you take his shaft and guide it to your pussy. I can see him thrust in a few inches to lock into your vagina. You gasp and pull on his arms," I continue.

Maggie removed her hand from mine, and I continue to stroke as she massaged my chest. "Tell me more, my sweet stud guy."

I power my eyes closed and recall more details, "I can smell his musky odor all the way across the room. I see you breathing deeply and as he pushes his cock in you, I can see how much your pussy is stretched by him. Looks like it must hurt."

"Oh god yes, Jack. It hurt soooooo good. You have no idea how good it felt," she said excitedly.

Continuing to stroke myself rhythmically, I continued, "Now I can see how he leaned down and tugged on your nipple with his bare teeth. i see the pain in your face, but you hold his head in place and scream for him not to stop. It's so hot for me to see you begging him."

"Oh Yesss. It just intensified the pleasure of being fucked by him. I could feel him filling my vagina through the whole length of it. Ohhhhh... Go on Baby, go on," she begged me.

By this time, my penis was stretched to an erection so large it was almost painful. I didn't want to cum, but I couldn't stop myself from stroking my cock faster and faster.

"What else... I can see him sucking all around your breasts, leaving welts... You had hickeys there for a week... Now, he's moving to his knees. You're scooting under him," I continued, reliving the night.

Maggie sat on the floor next to me, reliving the experience dreamily, "Yessss... I remember.... I remember him on his knees, moving my hips so that he could penetrate me so deep. I felt his cock reach me EVERYWHERE in my vagina. Every time I felt him thrust, a huge thrill ran all through my body. "

By this time, my abs were churning, my dick aching to ejaculate, and my balls were tightening, ready to pump out my cum.

I stroked furiously as Maggie encouraged me, "Feel it with me. Feel Sean make my body tremble with ecstasy. He's ready to pump so much hot cum in me... cum with him, baby. I can feel the heat of his cock and now his cum filling me. Oh yes.... stroke your little peenie and cum, honey."

I couldn't hold back a moment longer. My cock was aching and ready to explode. In a split second, my balls pulsed sending a huge spurt of my cum almost all the way up my chest.

Again and again I spurted, my body responding to the memory of Maggie writhing in ecstasy, clutching at Sean's body, grasping him tight against her. I collapsed, nearly exhausted from the incredible strength of my self induced orgasm. Maggie told me to open my eyes; I did that and saw her big smile.

"That's my sweet guy. See how great that was, honey?" Maggie said, then continued to stroke my face tenderly, "See how good that made you feel?"

She patted the sofa space between us, and said, "Look I know this is coming at you fast and it's all a bit of a blow to your pride - why do you guys always feel like you have to be so macho? Why don't you put your head down on my lap and let me stroke your hair while you fall arelax baby."

Exhausted and tired of fighting what seemed to be a lost battle, I succumbed to her invitation. I put my head down and she smoothed my hair and caressed my face for several minutes.

I fell into a restful relax, having given up, or perhaps just settling into the role my wife had defined for me. Several minutes, perhaps a half hour later, I heard to soft gong of her mobile's ring tone and felt her slide out from under my head.

I drifted in an out of relax for a few more minutes, then woke lazily, missing the warmth of her thigh under my head. From the kitchen in the distance, I heard the murmur of conversation. Maggie was talking on the phone. In my bare feet, I moved silently across the carpet and stood out of sight, listening and catching snatches of the discussion. The hip hop continued to drone on the FM so that the noise covered my movement.

"...No, no problems... ...uh huh, yeah; doing everything just like the manual explains... ...I keep making him jerk off and think of us. He just did it again now and -- oh my god -- it works just like it says it would. Holy crap, he practically hit the ceiling with his load a few minutes ago...", she said on her side of the conversation, then laughed suddenly. I could hear a deep laugh on the other end of the call, muffled by Maggie's cheek against the phone.

"I have to tell you though, his cock looked soooo good, I was tempted to cave in on this whole thing; just strip off and ride him like a cowgirl... ....Mmmmmm, he still gives me shivers, Sean... ...huh?... ...NO! Of course I didn't let him fuck me... ... that's page one of the manual baby... ... in big bold type... 'Deny your cuckold all sex unless it involves dreaming about you and your lover'... ... Sean, I AM reading the manual ...", Maggie continued talking.

And now I knew who was on the other side of the phone call. Suddenly I shifted my weight and a floorboard creaked. Maggie let out a little scream and fumred the phone, almost dropping it. She put it back to her ear, saying, "You still there? It was just my very wonderful husband creeping up on me... ...really... ...are you sure... ...Ok, sure ..."

Maggie turned to me, offering me the phone, "Honey, It's Sean on the line. He would like to talk with you. Here."

I took it from her, looking at it like it was an alien artefact. I stared at it for a few more seconds then lifted it to my ear, then said, "Uh yeah... What..."

On the other end of the call, I heard his voice speaking in a friendly tone, "Hey dawg. How you been. Ain't talked in -- what -- a couple few weeks now."

I said absolutely nothing. An uncomfortable silence of several seconds followed.

Sean picked up the conversation, not taking my hint that there was nothing to talk about, "Listen, bro. I really want to thank you for rizzle for sharing Maggie. It takes a real confident man to be able to do that. I get it how hard it is. But dig, they ain't hardly a white gal that don't rather have a black man. Together, we givin' Maggie everything she needs. From me, she get what she need in bed, from you all that respectability and cuckolds brownie. So everything be cool, right?"

More silence on my side of the phone. Unhampered, Sean, plunged forward, "Look, I want to ask you to understand something Jack. Maggie's shy to ask this, but I asked her on a date tonight and she really wants to come out wif' me. Only with yo' permission of course. And I want to show her some 'preciation, you know? You don't mind right, bro? We cool?"

I balled my free hand into a fist. In the corner, Maggie stood, nervously nibbling her fingernail.

Finally, I spoke. "Sean, whatever. If that's what Maggie wants."

Sean's voice was suddenly cheery, "Great, can you just tell her I'll pick her up at 9? And tell her to dress sexy!"

"Uh, yeah. Wait, you know our address?" I asked.

"Ummm, well, I think I maybe can find it. Thanks. You da man," he offered, terminating the conversation.

I turned to Maggie, hanging up the phone. "Your other 'stud muffin' says he'll pick you up at 9. And be sure to dress like a slut. Shouldn't be hard."

Maggie smiled like a schoolgirl, "Oh thank you my sweetest love. Thank you so much. I promise this is going to work out baby, and I want you to be my partner in everything. You are a wonderful husband."

She threw her arms around me and for the first time in a long while she gave me a long passionate kiss. "I love you honey, but I really need this too. We both know it."

She smiled warmly and then offered, "Oh Jack sweetie, you look dejected. There's no reamister to worry about being excluded. Honey, there's a place for you in this relationship, I wouldn't leave the love of my life out! You're very important to me, and even to Sean believe it or not."

Looking into my eyes, she continued, "I promise to help you enjoy this new open relationship honey. let's start right now. I want you to help me get ready for my date. And I want you to help me get ready for all my dates with Sean. And another thing. I want to feel your wonderful tongue on my pussy whenever you want -- especially after Sean and I make love. You soothe me so much after he ravages me. And I just you know that you loved the taste of our cum. Come on now, my sweet stud muffin, admit that much at least!"

Seeing that I was still resisting, she added, "Oh, and of course, Sean will let you watch sometimes. You just have to promise not to interfere. You can just watch to your hearts content and stroke your peenie, while I watch you lovingly. Doesn't that sound great?"
I listened patiently, then my curiosity got the better of me. "Maggie, I thought I heard you mention something about 'the manual' or something? What were you talking about?"

Maggie chewed on her lower lip, looked thoughtful and said, "Oh that. That's nothing sweetie. Just a book Sean gave me; it's about having an open relationship, like ours. it has advice for me about helping you to accept and enjoy things. Nothing to worry about. Now help me get ready baby?"

January 31 (9 PM)

Maggie has been like a nervous teenage schoolgirl for the last couple hours. Not entirely into the spirit of the evening, I nevertheless love my wife loved seeing the transformation the excitement had made. I fixed her a warm bubblebath infused with mango oil, and she luxuriated in that until she got 'prune fingers' and toes. As she was drying off, she did a couple spins in front of the mirror and then stopping in mid twirl, looked at her pubic area and then asked me whether her bush needed to be trimmed I said it looked fine to me (and it did). Maggie on the other hand had a more critical opinion of her looks. She frowned and sitting on the edge of the tub handed me the shave gel and razor, asked me trim her landing strip. I knew how important it was to her, so I lavished extra time and attention to getting every stray hair and making both sides even. I leaned back to admire my work. Her pussy looked frankly gorgeous to me and caught in the moment I leaned forward and spreading her legs I started to tongue her labia.

Maggie leaned back a bit and pushed her pussy lips and clit toward my lips. My lips were hungry for her and sinking low on my knees, I dove in passionately devouring her freshly bathed pussy, takeing in the fragrance of her arousal. Her labia started to swell and as I looked up from my kneeling position I could see her nipples pushing out from her naturally uptilted breasts. Encouraged, I redoured my efforts, pushing her thighs apart, ignoring the bruises I saw there. Obviously, passion marks are a mark of ownership for the giver and an acknowledgement of presentation by the receiver -- I had a strong suspicion where those hickeys came from but didn't really want to know the truth then and there anyway.

I was determined to make Maggie appreciate my abilities, and my tongue was all over her pussy, here circling her clit, there diving deep between her lips to touch her vaginal walls as deep as my determination would take me. The results were nothing short of stunning. Maggie hands were clenched, gripping the edge of the tub for support, writhing in joy, and alternating between moaning loudly and screaming my name. She held my head deeply between her thighs and I continued to lick her labia from south to north, teasing her clit with every upstroke. After several minutes, the pace of her breathing quickened dramatically. She pulled my head into her soaking crotch with both hands, holding me tight as she came in multiple shuddering waves.

After several long seconds, she released me, still breathing heavily, saying, "Oh my God, you're so wonderful, so incredible. That was the biggest orgasm I have had in like forever. My sweetest husband, I love you so much. I had forgotten how wonderful and talented you are."

I can hardly express how much her orgasm and those words lifted me, then she added, "I hope you're awake when we get home. I can't wait to feel your talented mouth on me again."

This brought me down immediately and reminded me of my place in the new order of our evolving sexual relationship. I continued to help Maggie prepare consisted by doing her nails, top and bottom in a vibrant crimmister. She asked for my opinion on which dress to wear, modeling both for me. I was shocked at how over the top both were. One was a black chiffon, trimmed in silver below her breasts and extremely open at the back, right down to the curve of her buns; the other was a very revealing red satin number, barely covering her breasts above her nipples, and almost all the way up her thighs. The latter was in my opinion far too slutty, so of course that's the one she chose.

She decided on real nylons and shimmied into a lace-trimmed black garter belt, one of the items she had just gotten from Victoria Secret. She asked me to straighten her stockings and fasten them to the belt. I knelt down and as I ran my hands over her legs, my dick began to stiffen. My heart raced with excitement from the closeness of her. Her scent, the curve of her hips, the feel of her body heat were intoxicating to me. My loins ached with desire to be inside her. Then I felt gut wrenching angst as I realized her pussy was off limits to me tonight; that I was helping her prepare for a date with a man I could barely tolerate.

Maggie is a shoe-a-holic, so selecting a pair was a major effort. When she finally selected a pair of white 4" heels, she sat down on the edge of the bed and told me to fasten them for her. As I held each of her thighs, my erection grew and a tiny leakage of pre-cum lubricated the head of my phallus. I ran my hands up and down her legs, feeling her curves. Maggie sensing my excitement and desire, pushed me aside saying, "Easy tiger."

I noticed that she wasn't wearing panties and asked her about it. She said she hadn't decided whether to go with panties or not. She liked the smooth look of having no panty line to spoil the close-fitting dress she had on. I fumed inside at knowing that she would be even more easily available to Sean. Still I had to face facts that this was not a 'date' in the old school sense of the word. She WOULD wind up being fucked by him tonight at some point, and probably multiple times.

When she was finally ready, she spun around and asked me, "How do I look?"

I replied without hesitation, "Good enough to fuck!"

She laughed, replying, "I hope so sweetie."

That hurt me more than I can find the words to express. A part of me was incredibly jealous, but another part of me understood that she was a black man's woman now. Her body, her libido, and her desire were all tuned to a higher state of pleasure than she would be able to achieve with me. Like an addicted permister, she could not be satisfied with me as an equal partner in bed.

The door bell rang and Maggie, still applying lipstick asked me to answer it. Sean was on the porch in a slick silver-grey suit with a shirt open half way to his waist, looking every bit the pimp I felt that he was. He walked right in and held out a hand for me to shake. I looked at him as if he was from Mars and luckily Maggie walked down the stairs just in time to break the icy tension.

"Girl, you look good enough to eat. And believe me I will," he said laughingly, then added, 'Did you pack a toothbrush?"

Maggie blushed, but said, "In my purse. Can we go now?"

"Not yet, baby. Don't you have some words for Jack?" then he added, "I hope thas' all y'all packed. You ain't brought them nasty pills did you?"

I looked at them both, "Pills?"

Maggie cleared her throat explaining, "It's nothing Jack. Sean wants me off birth control, and I have explained to him that it's a very serious commitment for a woman to carry a man's young. Way beyond having fun in bed. Rest assured I am still protected."

She patted her purse as if to emphasize the point.

Sean moved into her grinding his crotch into hers, "Baby, after you feel this inside you a few mo' times, you be beggin' me to breed you."

As he grabbed her ass, powering her dress to ride up to her pubic area, he felt her bare skin.

"Oh girl, you ain't wearin no drawers?" he remarked lifting an eyebrow.

Maggie thought about it a few seconds, then told me, "Jack, be a sweetie and get me a white thong from the middle drawer."

I scurried up the stairs to fetch a pair, noticing from the corner of my eye that they had already started kissing. Feeling around in her ligerie drawer, I pickes a sheer, transparent white pair at first, then decided on a slightly more modest opaque synthetic set. As my hand withdrew, I knocked aside her tampon box and noticed the thick magazine style pamphlet for the first time. I picked it up, and saw the cover, which read:

"White Wife. Black Lover. White Husband. A Complete Guide to Managing Your Cuckold."

The cover photograph showed an obviously very pregnant blond, standing with her back against a tall black guy. His coal black hands were cradling her belly and her pale white hands happily covering his. In the background was a middle aged white guy, smiling happily at his wife and her lover.

My jaw dropped in disbelief. So this was the 'manual' Maggie had been talking about to Sean during their 'phone conversation. I started leafing through and stopped at the table of contents. the chapter title was very suggestive. Suggestive enough to explain what Maggie had meant about 'doing everything the manual explains.'

There was a chapter on "Channeling and Redirecting Your Hubby's Sexual Energy," and another explained how to prepare a husband emotionally entitled "From Hubby to 'Gal Pal'." There were several others, one called "In Praise of His Talented Tongue: Finally a Use for Hubby," and one particularly disturbing in view of the discussion he just heard focusing on "Black-Bred: Dealing With Pregnancy, Planned and Unplanned."

I quickly flipped to Chapter 1 and started scanning. It began:

"Face facts. You've 'gone black' (or you're seriously thinking about it) and you already know you're not going back. Every time you daydream or squeeze your thighs together, you can feel that big fat cock pumping inside you, touching you in places hubby can't even dream of. When you close your eyes, you can smell his funky musk; you salivate thinking of taking his cock in your mouth. You got it bad, white sista. So have the authors of this Guide. Between the two of us, we have been black bred five times and still we're 'married' to white hubbies!

How did we manage it? How do we use hubby to provides us financial security and the social status that a white man brings and still fuck a real man every night in the comfort of our own beds? This guide will reveal all the secret techniques, known by an increasing number of happy white wives, for turning your white hubby into a willing cuckold; someone who will help you get ready for a date, cheer you on from the sidelines, and lick your pussy clean the next morning.

In this Guide, we'll take you step by step to managing the new freedom and power that being a black man's woman gives you. You already sense the change in you, now create the change in him, your hubby. The first rule we're going to give you might seem crazy at first, but it's critical:

DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES FUCK YOUR CUCKOLD!

Trust us! If you backslide, if you have a weak moment, if you break his training you'll have to start all over again. If he insists, always remember, you can use the trusty standby, 'Darling he left my pussy so sore it hurts. Let's wait a few days.' The second rule is also critical:

DENY YOUR CUCKOLD ANY FORM OF SEX THAT IS NOT CHANNELED THROUGH YOU AND YOUR LOVER.

We will explain 'channeling' and use it over and over (and so will you!)"

I was so absorbed in reading this that I almost didn't hear Maggie calling insistently from the foyer, "Honey, where are we with those panties?"

I shoved the book back under her box of tampons and sauntered back downstairs. Sean was standing behind Maggie, holding her in an eerie echo of the book cover.

Maggie asked me sweetly, "Could you slip them on me darling?"

Even though I had an inkling of the game being played on me, I was too shell shocked to do anything but comply. As she spread her legs, I knelt down at her feet. Putting one hand on my head to steady herself, she slid one foot into the leg hole. As I looked up, I saw them both staring down on me, smiling. She stepped through the other side, and I slid them up to her hips, straightening them.

I stood up just as Sean said, "I don't see why you bothered. She will be beggin' me to rip 'em off her ten minutes after we leave."

Maggie interjected, "Hey wait ... twenty minutes at least!"

A complete and utter silence filled the foyer, and then all three of us simultaneously broke out into heady laughter despite the awkwardness of the situation. Some things are just funny no matter what.

With that, Maggie pulled me aside, and said, "Don't play with that little thing while we're gone. I have big plans for that."

She cupped my balls and even though I knew now it was a lie, I still hoped anyway. Giving me a little peck on the cheek, she turned to Sean and said, "Ready baby?"

Sean looked at me and said, "Don't worry 'bout nothin' Jack, I will have her back tomorrow undamaged..." then thinking for a moment added, "Well, I'll be doin' some major damage but Maggie won't be complaining!"

With that, they strolled toward his pearl white Lexus, and I could hear the high pitched lilt of her laughter as she responded to his conversation. In a few more moments, they were out of sight.

Some things were suddenly becoming painfully clear to me. One of which was that Maggie and Sean were not strangers and that meeting them a few weeks ago was no accident. Another was that Maggie and Sean had been planning to transform the dynamics of our relationship, perhaps for more than the few weeks that I had assumed Sean had been in our life. Finally, there was the issue of Debbie and what I should do about her open invitation to become a bigger part of her life.

Against that was the fact that I am flat out in love with Maggie, and have always been enchanted by her, and would do anything not to lose her. More than anyone or anything else she is my reamister for living. I hope those of you going forward with reading these entries from my journal to understand this simple fact.

His coal black hands and fingers, his vibrant pink palms stood out in stark contrast to Maggie's white skin as he continued to tug on her nipples and make hickeys on her neck. Her right arm was trapped under his, but with her left she reached back and caressed his black face and neck.

Sean pushed her upwards and the two of them rose to stand. Maggie turned to face her black lover and as their lips meshed, his thick negroid lips completely covering hers, Maggie tugged at his belt. I could see his thick tongue completely filling Maggie's mouth as she sucked on it hungrily. She continued to work his pants off, unzipping them and pulling desperately to get at his manhood.

As they continued to kiss with the passion of highly committed lovers, She finally managed to pull his pants off and his small thong as well. His cock sprang free and banged against her, high up on her belly with a resounding thump. Instantly, the area was filled with an natural musk that was just this side of unpleasant, but I could tell Maggie was really entralled by it as she began to breath more deeply and grind her belly against his huge cock. Although he was still only partly erect, I reckoned that he already dwarfed my on member in size.

Sean broke the kiss reluctantly, still working his thick lips over hers as he backed away. He looked at her then me and said, "Wait suga' one more thing we gotta take care of. Jack come over here. Maggie tells me that you didn't understand the meaning of this the first time you did it. Now you need to do this of yo' own free will. You need to see it and feel it once and for all and so does Maggie. She already knows her master in her head, but I want her to know it in her belly. You dig?"

I moved toward them, Maggie standing on Sean's left side, close to him. His big arm around her waist and his left hand running over her belly. He tummy glistened with a trail of pre-cum. He spoke firmly now, "Maggie, tell him to drop his pants and face me."

Maggie followed his instructions. I found it strange that he no longer addressed me directly, but I pulled my pants and my boxers down.

For the second time now, Maggie 'docked' my penis with his cock and pulled his foreskin over my smaller penis. I hated the hot, clammy feel of his foreskin covering me, but Maggie's hand massaging our shafts back and forth felt so good. Again, I was amazed as she worked his foreskin down my shaft that his excess skin alone was able to cover my penis. I felt his large head against mine and my face wrinkled in disgust.

Sean told Maggie that it was done now and broke away from the obscene 'crowning'. I backed away as well, then Sean reached down into his pants pocket on the floor, pulled out a silver ring and thrust it on Maggie's left thumb. He told Maggie, "We all understand what this means. Now tell him. tell him who he is now."

Maggie hesitated, then stammered, "Jack, now you're .. you're ..."

Sean frowned and then insisted "No bitch. You still need to learn. Tell him -- say the words. Tell him he's your cuck now. I need to hear it and you need to hear yo'self say it."

She frowned, conflicted. After an awkward silence, she said quietly, "Jack, you're my cuckold now. You can lick my pussy when I tell you, or help me get ready for Sean or his friends. And I don't fuck you. I only take black cock now. But darling, you want that, don't you? I know you do. Show me how much you want me to be with Sean... please... show me."
Stroking her pubic hair with his left hand and touching the top of her mons with his middle finger, he whispered, "From now on, tha's the way you want to keep him. Baby, I take care of this from now on."

Pulling on her pubic bush, he said aloud, "This is mine now. Sometimes, we'll let him watch, but from now on he takes care of his own self, and only when you let him. If he gets too spunky, we might have to put a chastity tube on that little thing."

Sean winked and smiled at me as if we were sharing a conspiratorial moment.

I was mesmerized by the ceremony of the moment, unable to control either my thoughts or my actions. I looked into Maggie's eyes and said, "Please take your man and make love in our bed. I will only be there if you tell me. If you ... if you ... want me. I want you to be with a superior man and take him to our bed."

With that, Maggie looked into Sean's eyes, her lust was obvious. As they started to walk toward the stairs to our bedroom, Maggie looked back at me and said quietly, "Thank you darling. I love you so much. You have no idea how much this excites me. You can come watch up in a few minutes, ok?"

She blew me a kiss, but Sean would have none of it, saying, "Bitch, you ain't got to thank yo' cuck for nothing. He's just yo' cuck boy now, no mo' than a eunuch. get yo ass up those stairs."

As they moved out of sight, I reflected on the last several minutes. I had, as Sean had requested politely 'gone along to get along,' but now his entire demeanor had changed, all the kindness, the niceties removed and I no longer saw how this would bring me closer to returning to intimacy with my wife. I pulled up my pants, and slowly went up the stairs, the musky scent of both their arousal still lingering in the stairwell.

I quietly entered out bedroom and moved silently to the reading chair adjacent to the foot of the bed. Sitting down, I could see Sean to Maggie's left, lying on my side of the bed. His legs were open and Maggie lay on her left side, her right leg on top of his right leg. They kissed for several minutes and her soft white hand massaged his chest and his left arm. Under her back, is right hand played all up and down her right side. Her bush was visible and it was easy to see how swollen and pronounced her labia had become.

She looked into his eye and they began to speak softly, to each other and ignoring me as if I didn't exist (indeed after the ceremony a few minutes earlier, I didn't exist for all intents). Maggie said to Sean, "Baby, one small thing. I really need you to pull before you cum honey. Saturday night at the club, remember my purse got stolen. My ortho-cyclen -- my birth control -- was in there. I haven't been on the pill for 5 days now. So please? can you?"

Sean began to move her on her back and onto his knees, to position his huge cock between her as she opened her legs wide for him. He looked down at her, then spoke softly, "Yeah, sure baby. Don't worry 'bout nothing."

Both of Maggie's pale white arms were now around her lover's neck as she pulled him closer. I saw the ring on her left thumb glint in the light of the bedside lamp, reminding me, and after tonight announcing to the world, that she was cuckolding me. I could see his big black ass and his balls as he began to rub his cock head over Maggie's mons, teasing her slit open to receive him. She moaned with the purest sound of pleasure I had ever heard from her, and even Sean moaned, obviously carried away with fulfilling his fantasy of fucking Maggie for the first time on our matrimonial bed.

He moved his cock around her labia with his right hand slowly, very slowly opening her pussy lips. As his head entered her for the first time, my own dick jumped in my pants. the homework Maggie had done to 'train' me for this was obviously working. I was channeling all my own sexual desire into the pair fucking on the bed where I used o relax with my wife, and I was ragingly, painfully hard. Sean's ass now moved in strong slow circles as he stretched Maggie's pussy open to accommodate his huge size. She was gasping with a steady, "Unhh.. unhh.. unhh.." sound coming from her open mouth. He continued to circle around her vagina, touching ever bit of her sensitive passage as he slowly pushed forward, deeper into her.

Seming to notice my presence for the first time he called back over his left shoulder, "See Jack, this is why you can't fuck this pussy no mo'. She gettin' so stretched out now, only a black cock will satisfy this cunt."

Looking down on his conquered white 'bride' he added, "ain't that right bitch."

Maggie was too far gone to say anything, continuing to mouth a steady, breathy, "Unnhh... Ummmm... Unnhh..."

Suddenly, Sean thrust a single very deep thrust and Maggie gasped sharply as his cock bottomed out in her womb. Then he began a steady thrusting in and out of her pussy that sounded like the steady 'wap...wap... wap..' of a wash cloth beating against flesh. Obviously, Maggie's vagina was stretch enough by weeks of steady penetration that he easily slid in and out of her drenched pussy.

Maggie was turned on and quickly coming to he first climax beneath him. Sean accentuated her excitement by talking dirty to her, something which in our marriage had even worked for me.

They began a back and forth question and response that was almost a catechism. He asked her, "You my black cock slut now?" and she responded, "Oh yes, I am so your slut."

He asked, "Who owns yo cunt, bitch?" to which she responded between moans, "Mmmmmm... Oh you own it baby. You do."

He followed with, "You do anything fo' me, cunt?"

Sean was knocking the air out of her lungs with every powerful thrust to her belly, but she managed a breathy, "Oh yessss, Sean. Unnhh... Anyyyyything..."

This last ended in a scream as she climaxed powerfully, bucking her hips up to mate in rhythm with his thrusts. Her face was tightly drawn in the act of orgasm and her arms tightened around him. her legs which had gripped his ass tightly went completely limp now as the aftershocks of her powerful spasms rippled from the front of her vagina into her womb, the natural reaction of a woman's climax designed to pull sperm into her uterus.

Sean did not slow his pace, but changed his lovemaking technique to arouse her again. He covered her mouth with his thick lips and they kissed with a fervour I had never experienced with my wife. I could see his tongue moving side to side in her small mouth and her cheeks constricting to suck it.

In the few gaps I could occasionally see between her pale white breasts and his much darker chest, I noticed that her nipples which had gone soft after her orgasm now began to stiffen again. She was becoming aroused by him a second time and hungry for another orgasm. I could smell her musky, sweat tinged pussy smell scent which was the unique signature of her coupling with Sean as it wafted across the room. I knew that every couple had a unique scent they made as their bodies mingled with repeated lovemaking and I knew that I would experience this particular one over and over.

Sean slowed his pace as sweat poured from him. He stroked slowly but deeply, asking Maggie again, "You do anything fo' me, woman?" and again Maggie responded, "Oh yes, yesss Sean. Anything, anything...."

I could see his balls rise and tighten as his own climax neared. He spoke deliberately, "You ready to take my black seed, baby."

Maggie was biting her bottom lip, her arms and hands playing over his shoulders and back, She opened and lifted her legs to maximise the depth of his thrusts.

Sean asked her between thrusts, "you still want me to pull?"

Maggie was clearly climbing to the point of no return for another rapid orgasm, could only manage, "N-N-noooooo... noooo... oh noooo... Stay... stay.... Cum in me..."

Sean pumped faster now, the wap, wap, wap of their bodies meshing perfectly a steady rhythm in the room. He asked, "You ready for me to breed you, girl? Fill you with my black seed?"

Maggie right on the verge of climax cried out, "Yes, Oh god yes, breed me... yes... put your black seed in me... Ohhhhhh..."

This last was delivered in a rising crescendo as she climaxed and nearly screamed. She held him inside her by cupping his ass until he at last spasmed visibly. I could see his cock, slick and wet with Maggie's cum, surrounded by the froth of his cum as some of it leaked from her pussy with his repeated stroking and withdrawal. Maggie moaned with the rippling aftershocks of her own climax and again her vagina efficiently moved his sperm deep within her fertile womb.

He gradually rose and dismounted her, his cock head making a small pop as he pulled from her. Maggie's pussy made little air farts and a large rivulet of his sperm ran down the crack of her ass onto the sheets.

They cuddled tightly, and after several minutes in which they kissed and Sean stroked Maggie's belly, told her, "have your cuck get a couple towels for us."

Maggie, now more comfortable in her role as a dominant black man's woman looked lazily over to me and said as if ordering a servant, "Jack, bring us some towels."

I did as I was asked, and they both took them without thanks or acknowledgment.

They fucked twice more that night as I fitfully drifted between relax and fevered excitement sitting in the side chair across from the bed. Sean never offered to pull before depositing more of his potent sperm in Maggie's belly, and Maggie didn't even bring up the subject again, each time holding him tightly to maintain the deep connection as he came. Maggie's resolve had obviously melted in the heat of several orgasms.

In the morning, I woke stiff from sitting across from them all night and rubbed relax from my eyes in time to see Maggie wake Sean with a sensuous blow job, deep throating him for minutes at a time, before pulling from him to stroke him to completion. She lay back, wiping a rope of his cum from her cheek onto the sheet. He moved to rest on his right side and faced Maggie, lazily playing with her nipples, alternately flicking and tugging them. She started breathing harder as he rubbed her tummy. I cleared my throat trying to catch Sean's attention in hopes that he would understand my urgent need and suggest to Maggie that she satisfy me. Smiling, he turned to Maggie and asked, "Baby, don'cha want to take care a' yo' cuck over there; he been waitin' so patient and all."

Maggie looked over at me, smiling lazily like a playful kitten. She reached her arms out and said, "Sweetie, come on over here. My poor neglected baby."

I walked eagerly to the bed, and Maggie reached out and dragged me down to her, opening to a deep passionate kiss. My chest rested against her naked breasts and I could feel her warmth even through my tee shirt. She reached down caressing my aching penis, squeezing it softly. She looked earnestly into my eyes, and said in baby talk, "My sweet baby need to cum?"

I nodded as she smiled and whispered, "Why don't you pull those pants down, and let me see how hard you are for me."

I quickly did that, showing her what I hoped would be exciting to her. I climbed on the king sized bed beside her. I started to get between her legs to mount her,but she held me back, "Oh no no darling. Remember, this is Sean's now. Don't worry though, I'll help you get started."

True to her word, she leaned over and took my hard shaft in her mouth. The liquid heat and wetness of her mouth made me moan sorry. My hips started bucking as Maggie moved my hand to my dick and removing her mouth from me, she lay back beside me, and for a while reached over and stroked me with he left hand. I watched her hand and felt the thumb ring pressing into my flesh. I knew I would have to get used to seeing and feeling that. She whispered in my ear, "That's it my sweet cuckold. Dream about Sean's big black cock fucking me, and stroke your peenie. Stroke it honey."

She continued to encourage me, whispering and cupping my balls. After several minutes of this, I could hold back no longer. Looking over at Sean rubbing Maggie's belly, I could see her complete comfort with his owership over her body. I shot several hot ropes of cum high from my hips. Maggie smiled and said, "Good boy. Happy now?"

I laid back, not completely happy with the way things now were, but at least sexually satisfied.

Maggie turned to Sean and said, "Baby, why don't you shower while I cuddle with Jack."

While Sean took a shower in our bathroom, Maggie cuddled close to my left side, caressing my face. "I'm sorry I can't give you more honey, but I can see that you're getting used to things and that's good."

We lay there for a good twenty minutes and I felt so good in the closeness of her, and the warmth of her body next to mine. When Sean dressed and left, Maggie kissed him devotedly. She looked intently into his eyes, saying worriedly, "You're coming back tonight right honey? I really need you. I need you again already."

She smiled girlishly, her face downcast. Sean looked down at her and said simply, "Yeah, I be back wif' some of my cuckolds brownie. Have your cuck clear space for me."

With that, he was out the door and his car sped away.

April 18

Sean has been the master of my house and my wife for months now, to say that our lives have undergone a change of style would be an understatement.

In the month to come, even more dramatic changes would be noticeable in my wife and in me. Some readers of this journal have asked why I haven't taken advantage of Sean's other woman, Debbie and her offer to hook up. You may rely that I did and I have. In fact, I was there to see Sean's baby emerge from her womb, and for months after. But that's another set of journal entries for another day. I will tell you that much of what I have written here is factual. Where I have added to the story, it has been more because deep, emotional, permisteral experiences sometimes blur in the remembering than from a need to invent. This has not been an easy story to tell. I thank you for allowing me to share it.

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Office Naughtiness



"The stupid thing has crashed again Erica," Paul said, pressing the intercom button on his phone.

Paul Andermister was the Sales Manager for Infinity Systems Computing. He'd joined the company straight out of high school and had been there ever since. Paul was in his mid thirties, was unmarried and rather average in weight, height and appearance. Despite working for an IT company he knew very little about computers and often relied on his pretty young secretary Erica to fix his problems.

"Have you tried rebooting?" asked Erica with her usual businesslike professionalism. Erica was a gorgeous young twenty one year old blonde, who'd been working for Paul for only a couple of months. Her trim, tight body was currently encased in a tight fitting black business skirt that clung to the beautiful round curves of her ass, and a crisp white blouse that was buttoned up over her expansive bosom.

"I don't want to lose the document I'm working on, it's not saved," Paul said, gesturing irritably at the screen. "Come round here and fix it, babe."

Erica sighed and moved around Paul's desk to stand beside him. As she bent forward at the waist to tap at his keyboard Paul pushed his chair back a little to give her more room. His re-positioning also gave him a much better view of his lovely secretary's delightful posterior. Bent over, with her ass jutting out towards him, it was a mouth watering spectacle.

"No idea what you've done here," muttered Erica under the breath as she tried to fix his computer problems.

Erica abruptly tensed, pausing her typing as she felt one of Paul's hands stroke over the lush curve of her right buttock. The beautiful young blonde grimaced slightly, but resuming her typing without saying anything to her boss about his straying hand.

"Come in a little closer," instructed Paul as his other hand came up to her ass. He gave the tight mounds of Erica's bottom a firm squeeze through her skirt, a firm round buttock filling each of his palms.

"I think that's it," said Erica after a moment more, during which Paul's groping hands squeezed at her round ass.

"Thanks babe," replied Paul with a grin as he gave her a pat on the bottom.

Erica quickly disentangled herself and moved out from behind Paul's desk. If she didn't need this job so bad there was no way she'd put up with her lecherous bosses wandering hands.

"I think Ms Chessman wanted to see you," said Erica as she left Paul's office.

"Ah cuckolds brownie," cursed Paul. He grabbed a file off his desk and hurried out of his office. Maria Chessman was his boss, the branch manager and Paul had a good idea what she wanted to talk to him about. He quickly made his way across to the other side of the sprawling office where Ms Chessman's corner office was located.

Sitting at a large desk outside Maria's office was her permisteral assistant Jennifer Malone.

"Hi there good looking," said Paul with a wide grin as he stepped up to Jennifer's desk. If it was possible, Jennifer was even more beautiful than Paul's secretary Erica. The tall, leggy blonde was flawlessly groomed, her shining golden hair tied up in a tight bun and her makeup faultless. The gorgeous permisteral assistant always wore a deep red lipstick that for some reamister drove Paul wild. It was probably the thought of having those full, pouty red lips sliding down his cock that turned him on.

Jennifer was wearing a pale blue dress that was delightfully low cut, revealing an impressively deep cleavage and the upper swells of her plump, ample breasts. The angelic blonde was certainly blessed with an impressive rack.

"Ms Chessman will see you now," said Jennifer as soon as she saw Paul approach.

Paul paused a moment. "Have you reconsidered my offer for dinner?" he asked her, flashing his most winning smile.

"Not interested," replied Jennifer haughtily. On her very first day on the job Paul had asked her out on a date and he'd been after her ever since. Unfortunately for Paul the busty blonde was well out of his league and she'd always refused, but to his credit that didn't stop him from constantly trying, much to Jennifer's annoyance.

"Maybe next week," said Paul. He didn't give Jennifer a chance to reply however, stepping into his boss's office and tapping lightly on the door.

"Come in," called out Maria Chessman, her tone stern, it didn't sound like she was in a good mood.

Paul took a deep breath and opened the doors, stepping into Ms Chessman's office. His manager was seated behind her desk.

"Take a seat Mr Andermister," Maria instructed him. The dark haired executive was actually very attractive, Paul would have called her beautiful if she was not such a constant bitch. Her long black hair was fastened behind her head in a tight ponytail, and she was dressed in an equally stern black business skirt and crisp white blouse. The blouse was buttoned all the way up, Paul wished she had missed a couple of buttons to display some of that abundant cleavage she doubtlessly possessed. The front of her blouse swelled out considerably, containing a pair of very healthy Double-D's that every man in the office yearned for a peek of.

Paul's eyes flickered up from Ms Chessman's chest, to her perfectly made up face and the fiery glint in her eyes. He wasn't quite sure if she was just mad about his work or if his gaze had lingered a little too long on her bust. He didn't say a word and just sat down on the chair in front of her desk.

"I'm sure you can guess why I've asked to see you Mr Andermister."

Paul nodded, "The latest sales figures?"

"Bingo," said Maria, reaching for a manila folder from the desk in front of her. She opened it up and read from it. "Sales down 47%, and margins on the few sales we did actually make were less than 15%. This is the worst month we've had all year. You do realise you're supposed to running the sale power Mr Andermister?"

"Yes Ms Chessman," Paul replied glumly. He felt like a school kid getting told off by the principal.

"So what do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry Ms Chessman. It's the economy at the moment, no one's interesting in investing in new software." he said.

"So should we be cutting back on the sales power?"

"It's not that, we need all the sales people we can get just to bring in any business at all," Paul tried to explain, but he knew she wouldn't listen. He couldn't really blame her though, the sales power was hardly paying for itself.

"That's not good enough, Infinity System's share price will suffer because of this Paul." she was getting quite worked up as she told him off. "You've got to do something to turn things around, we can't have another dismal month like this."

"I know," he replied with a sullen nod. "It won't happen again."

"It had certainly better not! This won't look good on your annual performance review Mr Andermister, you can be assured of that."

Great, there goes my bonus, Paul thought to himself, what a bitch. "I understand," he said out loud, nodding again.

"You're just lucky that Mr O'Reilly hasn't heard about this," Maria told him, referring to her boss, Jim O'Reilly, the national manager.

Paul actually found Jim O'Reilly to be a rather reamisterable manager, open to explanations, unlike Maria Chessman. He didn't say anything however.

"Okay Mr Andermister, I want to see you pick up your act. Next month things had better be looking a whole lot better," Maria reached for a second folder and picked it up, starting to scan the contents and signalling an end to their meeting.

"Is that business over?" Paul asked, standing up and stretching.

"Yes, thank you Mr Andermister," Maria replied with a curt nod.

"Great," Paul said with a sigh of relief as she walked around to the side of the desk. "Cause I could sure use a blowjob," he said, unzipping his fly as he moved around to stand beside his boss Ms Chessman.

Maria rolled her eyes and put down the folder. "Very well," she said, obviously not too happy about the chore as she swivelled her chair to face towards where Paul stood.

The lecherous sales manager had pulled his soft penis out through the fly of his pants and offered it up towards his boss's mouth.

"Just try and be careful of my makeup," Maria said, reaching out and taking Paul's penis from his hand and giving it a few gentle strokes. She then leant forward in her office chair and ran her tongue along the length of his soft penis, swirling it around the head before finally opening her lips and taking him into her warm mouth as if it was a simple, everyday occurrence.

"Ah, that's better," groaned Paul softly, closing his eyes and arching his back to luxuriate in the blowjob his boss was giving him.

Maria's cheeks hollowed as she sucked powerfully on her subordinate's cock, her mouth working up and down the length as it began to grow and thicken in her mouth.

"Mmm, you're a great cocksucker Maria," moaned Paul, stroking the top of his manager's head.

About two and a half months ago Paul had stumred across some very incriminating evidence of a business transaction that Maria Chessman had been part of. If word of the dodgy dealing had got out, it would have ruined both Maria's reputation and that of the entire company.

Rather than going to the police, or even to Mr O'Reilly, Paul, who always tried to make the most of any situation and turn things to his permisteral advantage, had gone directly to Maria and used the information to blackmail her. At first he'd tried to get a promotion and pay rise, but unbelievably Maria had refused him. Something about business ethics, which was a bit rich, coming from someone who'd done what she had.

So instead it came down to sex. Paul had at first wanted to fuck her, but the Ms apparently did stand for Mrs and Maria refused to betray her husband. Paul had to settle for free blowjobs whenever he felt the need. Which, in hindsight was not such a bad deal, he thought to himself as Maria's warm, wet mouth bobbed over his now fully erect cock.

The only thing that Maria insisted on was that when it came to business they were completely professional, which is why Paul had been powerd to wait until their meeting was over before requesting his blowjob. And he knew a good thing when he was onto one and had no intention of rocking the boat.

"Mmm, man that's good!" gasped Paul, his hips rocking gently as Maria sucked on his dick. He reached down below her bobbing head to cup one of his boss's big tits and give it a squeeze through her blouse. Maria also refused to let him see her naked, but she didn't seem to mind when he played with her tits while she was sucking him off as it helped him cum quicker. So long as he did it through her clothing and didn't try to slip his hand up her top or anything.

Paul briefly wondered what the rest of the guys in the office would think if they could see him now. Here he was, groping her big tits as Maria Chessman, the bitch, was sucking his hard cock. Man, would they be jealous! Paul gave a groan as Maria took his cock deeper into her hot mouth, the tight seal of her lips almost working its way to the base of his hard shaft. She was definitely talented.

Paul gave her big tit one last squeeze and then shuffled forward so that he was standing right up against her chair and her head was pressed back against the chair's headrest, her face pretty much impaled against the chair by his dick. He pushed further forward, burying more of the length of his cock in her mouth, the head of his hard organ pressing right into the back of her mouth.

He then reached up and grabbed the back of her chair in both hands and began to rock the tilting office chair back and forth. The movement caused her mouth to slide up and down his cock as he rapidly rocked the chair. Paul groaned in pleasure, his hips starting to thrust forward to meet her bobbing mouth so that he was practically fucking her mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it Ms Chessman, take that cock!" he grunted, his balls slapping against her chin as his cock pushed right into her throat. Fortunately for Maria it was not the first time she had deep throated her young blackmailer so she was able to take his hard length without gagging or obligation.

Paul moaned as he rocked Maria's chair faster and faster, his cock humping deep into her inviting throat. The whole time she never relented with her skilful suction, her tongue fluttering along the underside of his shaft as he face fucked her.

Paul felt his balls churning as his orgasm approached, but he didn't slow down the movements of his hips and the chair. Once in the past, he had pulled out of her mouth and cum on her blouse, secretly hoping it'd cause her to take it off so he could get a peek at her spectacular naked tits. Instead she had angrily thrown him out of her office and it had taken him almost an entire week of begging and threats to get back in her mouth. Cumming on her face had also proved equally unpopular.

"Oh cuckolds brownie!" grunted Paul, his knees almost buckling as he exploded; unloading his creamy seed into Maria's sucking mouth. The raven haired manager's eyes widened slightly as her employee came in her mouth, and she immediately started to swallow, taking down his whole load as he pulled the chair forward, pressing her face against his lower stomach.

"Fuck! You are so good at that Ms Chessman," Paul murmured softly when he finally slipped out from between her full lips, his load spent. "Thank you."

"I would say my pleasure, but that's hardly the case," Maria remarked dryly in reply as she took a quick suck on the end of his penis, slurping up the last few drops of his semen.

"You know I'm ready to rock your world anytime you say the world baby," Paul replied with a smirk.

Maria rolled her eyes and she stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped him up. "I think we're done here."

Paul knew better than to argue, he merely reached out with both hands, giving her big tits a quick grope through her blouse, then gave her a wink and hurriedly left her office.

With an extra skip in his step he headed back to his desk. On his way past Erica, who was bent over trying to retrieve some jammed paper out of the bottom tray of the photocopier, he gave her a pinch on the ass, causing her to straighten up with a yelp of surprise.

All in all, as far as Paul Andermister was concerned, life was great.

***

"I just can't stand it any more," said Erica in dismay. She had just told Maria everything about her harassing boss. "The other day he even grabbed my boobs while I had my hands full with two cups of coffee!"

Maria nodded thoughtfully. She was tapping her lower lip with the end of a pen as she considered the situation. "I know you've come to me with this before Erica, but like I said then, the situation is more complicated than you think. I can't do anything about Mr Andermister's groping. Perhaps you could go directly to Mr O'Reilly?" Maria hated being so powerless.

"Those two act like best buddies," complained Erica. "If I go to Mr O'Reilly I'm more likely to lose my job than stop Mr Andermister."

Maria sighed. She could see the desperation in the young secretary's eyes. "Look, let me think about things over night. I'll talk to you tomorrow."


Erica stretched, holding the heavy box of files above her head as she tried to place it on the high shelf. The pretty young secretary was about an inch short of reaching.

"Here, let me help you," said Paul Andermister, her boss. He stepped up behind the beautiful blonde, placing his hands around her slim waist to offer her support. As she reached for the shelf again he tried to lift her up. Instead, his hands slipped up off her hips, slithering around the front of her torso and sliding up over the underside of her heavy breasts, cupping the ample melons through her top.

Erica gasped as her boss squeezed her large, full breasts through her top. She felt him press up against her from behind, the clearly discernable bulge of his crotch rubbing up against her ass.

"Wh...what are you doing Mr Andermister?" Erica stammered as he thoroughly groped her big tits.

"Oops, sorry babe, my hands slipped," he apologised, giving her nipples a tweak through the thin material of her top before he finally released her breasts and stepped back. "Why don't you let me put that box away."

Erica wordlessly handed him the box and hurried off, biting down an angry comment as she made a bee-line for the corner office where Maria Chessman, the branch manager was located.

"He's impossible!" she furiously declared as she entered Ms Chessman's office and took a seat in front of the attractive brunette's desk without being invited.

Maria glanced up in surprise. "Hello Erica."

"We need to get rid of that slime-ball now!" snapped Erica, still raging from the groping she'd just been on the receiving end of.

Maria nodded and smiled. "I've got an idea about that. We've simply got to get some evidence of Mr Andermister's bad behaviour, then you can take that to Jim O'Reilly. I won't be involved at all."

Erica nodded slowly in response. "What sort of evidence?"

"Video."

"Just set up a camera by my desk and I'm sure we'll get some groping footage," said Erica bitterly.

Maria shook her head. "Not enough. We need something really powerful if Jim is going to fire Paul. A little groping won't cut it."

"Like what?" asked Erica uncertainly.

"My plan is to entrap him. We've got takes tonight. If he sees a lovely takes beauty such as yourself ****** in the sick room he won't be able to resist. I'll arrange for a surveillance camera to be set up to capture all the evidence."

"You want me to pretend to be takes and then let ******* me?" asked Erica, visibly whitening.

Maria nodded.

"No way!" said Erica, refusing adamantly. "I'd rather put up with the fondling."

Maria frowned. "I want him gone just as much as you do."

"You do it then!" shot back Erica.

"I know," said Maria, "Jennifer will do it. Paul has a real soft spot for her anyway, it's perfect."

Erica looked surprised. "Do you think she'll agree to do it?"

"She will if she wants to keep her job," retorted Maria brusquely.

They were interrupted by the sound of Jennifer's voice on the intercom. "Hi Maria, Paul Andermister is here to see you."

Erica jumped, feeling like she'd just been caught out in a guilty secret.

"Fine show him in, we're done here," Maria said.

Erica nodded, still a little pale at thought of what Maria was proposing. She turned and let, meeting Paul in the doorway. Paul turned sideways to let his pretty young secretary past. The gap was quite small and Erica had to turn sideways herself to slip past. As she squeezed by him, Paul thrust forward with his crotch, rubbing himself across her firm posterior as she pushed past. He was clearly hard.

Erica scowled, her guilt at the plot against her boss suddenly gone as she headed back to her desk.

Paul grinned as he kicked the door closed and walked over to Maria Chessman's desk and unbuckled his belt. "B.J. time," he announced as he dropped his suit pants to the floor and stepped out of them. His fully erect penis was jutting out of the fly of his boxers.

Maria grimaced as the horny sales manager moved in front of her chair and sat on the edge of her desk. She gave a sigh as she reached out and took hold of his throbbing erection in one soft hand. With any luck this would be the last blowjob she was powerd to give him.

Maria swiped her tongue around the head of Paul's erection, then gave the tip of his dick a tender kiss, leaving a slight smear of lipstick. She ran her tongue down along the underside of his shaft and then swiped her tongue across his scrotum, teasing his testicles.

"Don't tease me, just suck it," instructed Paul.

Maria reluctantly moved back to the end of his cock, slipping her warm lips down over him and sucking his stiff erection into her wet mouth.

"Oh yeah!" Paul groaned with obvious relish. "I really needed this!"

Maria's cheeks hollowed as she powerfully sucked on him and her head began to bob over his lap. The office filled with the sounds of her slurping, her pouty lips sliding up and down the thick pole of his cock.

"That's it, suck that cock like you mean it!" said Paul with a loud groan as Maria's pace picked up. With each bob of her head the tip of his cock was nudging right against the very back of her mouth causing her to gag slightly.

"You look beautiful with my cock in your mouth," Paul told her as she sucked him off.

Maria's mouth popped off the end of his dick and she looked up at him. "Why don't you keep the commentary to a minimum and just let me get on with this?" she snapped irritably.

Paul grinned mischievously. He held his cock by the base and slapped it against Maria's closed mouth. "Whatever you say, you're the boss."

Maria scowled up at him. If it wasn't for the fact that this was hopefully the final blowjob she had to give him then she would probably have thrown him out.

Paul spanked his erection against her forehead. He was certainly pushing his luck.

Maria reached up and smacked away his hands, holding his dick firmly around the base as she put her mouth back over the head of him. Paul gave a moan as Maria resumed her blowjob, rapidly bobbing her head over his cock as she sucked.

He reached down and took hold of Maria's sizeable boobs, squeezing them through her blouse as she blew him. He could feel the stiff lacy texture of her bra as the large melons overflowed his groping hands. He still wished he could get those puppies out in the open one day.

"Oh yeeeaah!" Paul gave a long groan of pleasure as his cock jolted between Maria's lip. He moaned as his salty seed exploded, filling the gorgeous brunette's diligently sucking mouth. Paul squeezed down tight on Maria's titties as he spurted, his erection flexing in her mouth.

Maria swallowed, quickly takeing down all of Paul's load without spilling a drop. The last thing she wanted was her office stinking of cum.

"Mmm, that was amazing as always," murmured Paul in appreciation as Maria sucked him clean.

She sat back, grabbing a glass of water off her desk and taking a long swallow.

"Maybe we could have a repeat performance after takes tonight?" suggested Paul hopefully.

"No. I'm leaving early today," Maria curtly replied. "I'm going to dinner with my husband."

"Fine," replied Paul with a shrug. "Make sure you give the old man a big kiss from me," Paul added with a wink.

Maria shook her head as Paul left her office. The man was definitely an obnoxious asshole.

***

For some reamister, Friday takes always brought out the worst in Paul. He was all over the ladies of the office, hitting on them, making lewd comments and plenty of touching.

Glenda from accounts seemed to bear the brunt of it this week. Neither Maria nor Erica, his usual victims had shown up for takes and Jennifer seemed to be staying well clear of the lecherous sales manager that evening.

Glenda wasn't quite as pretty, and certainly not as stacked as Maria, Erica or Jennifer. But the thirty three year old red haired accountant was a keen jogger and kept quite fit. Paul was standing uncomfortably close to the relatively shy office worker, one hand resting on the small of her back as he told her an inappropriately sexual and racist joke. Every so often his hand would wander down from Glenda's back and slide over the taut round swells of her buttocks, which were perfectly encased in a pair of slim fitting black suit pants.

"...a donkey's dick!" announced Paul, reciting the joke's punch line and roaring raucously with laughter at his own joke.

Glenda smiled politely as Paul pinched the well toned accountant's bottom once again.

The slender accountant had clearly had enough as she began to politely excuse herself, claiming an early morning run the next day.

Paul barely even heard her as his attention was suddenly caught by the sight of Jennifer across the other side of the office.

The gorgeous permisteral assistant was swaying as she walked, clearly quite inebriated. This was rather unusual, as Jennifer almost always maintained control. She was dressed in a pretty, charcoal grey dress which was quite tight fitting across the upper half, nicely displaying her expansive bosom. The lower, skirt part of the dress, was short and flared slightly as she walked, giving Paul a great view of her long, tanned legs.

As Paul watched, the takes blonde staggered through the door into the sick room, disappearing from sight.

Paul frowned in thought. He glanced around the room to see if anyone else had seen Jennifer depart, but no one seemed to be paying any attention to her.

Paul hesitated about another minute and then followed Jennifer, slipping quickly into the sick bay without anyone noticing. His heart was rapidly beating as he quietly closed the door behind him and then looked around the room. Jennifer was lying face down on the small single bed that filled the far side of the room. The hem of her dress was up around her sleek thighs, inches short of revealing the swells of her buttocks. She was snoring softly.

Paul let out a quivering breath and walked softly across the room. He reached out a shaking hand towards Jennifer's pert ass and then stopped, thinking better of it.

"Jennifer?" he said, reamisterably loudly. "Are you okay?"

He reached down and prodded her shoulder. "Jennifer?" he repeated, more loudly. The relaxing beauty still did not stir.

Paul shook Jennifer's shoulder to try and wake her up, but her takesen dream could not be interrupted.

"Thank you God," he whispered.

Still a little cautious, Paul reached down and touched the back of Jennifer's thigh, right down by her knee. He gave her leg a gentle squeeze, glancing up towards her face to make sure she was still arelax. Paul traced his palm up the back of his boss's gorgeous permisteral assistant's slender thigh, enjoying the incredible feel of her smooth, soft skin. Inches away from the hem of her dress he stopped again.

Paul turned and moved back to the sick-bay door, locking it. It would be bad if someone from the office stumred in on him while he was worrying the *** woman.

He grinned to himself and rubbed his hands eagerly together, before moving back across the room and sitting on the edge of the bed where Jennifer was dreaming.

This time he laid both hands on the back of Jennifer's smooth thighs. As he ran his hands up the back of her sleek thighs he pushed the hem of her skirt up. His hands slid up the swells of Jennifer's beautiful round buttocks, cupping one taut mound in each palm. Jennifer was wearing the skimpiest of g-string's beneath her dress, leaving her lovely ass pretty much bare for Paul to grope.

"Gorgeous," he murmured in admiration as he squeezed and kneaded the firm cheeks of her ass. This was a dream come true for the sleazy sales manager.

Smack!

Paul gave Jennifer's ass a hard slap, watching the quiver of flesh. He grinned and slipped one hand up between the lovely blonde's thighs, rubbing his fingers across the crotch of her g-string and feeling the heat of her pussy.

Paul unzipped his fly and pulled out his now erect penis, stroking it as he rubbed the gorgeous blonde's crotch. He briefly considered just jerking off, but realised that this was an opportunity not to be missed. Instead, he climbed up on the bed, straddling the back of Jennifer's thighs.

Holding his cock in one hand he rubbed it over the firm spheres of Jennifer's ass, using his shaft to slap her butt. Paul then leant forward, leaning over his sexy colleague and rubbing himself against her ass, humping her from behind as he ground himself into her perfect bottom. It would be so easy to just pull aside her g-string and slip into her.

"What the hell," said Paul with a shrug. "You only live once."

He reached down and tugged aside Jennifer's g-string. With his other hand he guided his erection into Jennifer's pussy.

As Paul thrust into the sexy blonde from behind, she lay there motionless, still fast arelax lying face down on the bed.

"Oh yeah!" groaned Paul as his hard erection slid smoothly into her pussy and his hips ground against her ass. Holding his weight on his elbows as he lay over top Jennifer, the horny sales manager began to fuck her from behind, driving his cock into her clutching pussy.

"This is much better than a blowjob or a quick grope," he murmured, thinking of Maria and Erica.

Paul humped against Jennifer for a few minutes, pinning her down on the bed with his thrusting penis. The whole forbidden, non-consensual element to the sex was turning him on and his balls were churning in no time.

Paul wasn't sure if the beautiful blonde was on the pill and he certainly didn't want to knock her up so he pulled out before it was too late. He wasn't about to finish off using his hand however, so instead he moved up towards where Jennifer's head lay.

Paul rubbed the tip of his cock over Jennifer's angelic face, leaving a smear of pre-cum over her nose, cheek and lips. He then grabbed her head in both hands as he stuffed his erection into her *** mouth, spearing her full lips open with the tip of his penis.

"Fuck!" he grunted as his hard cock thrust into Jennifer's mouth. He gripped her hair tightly and began to quickly saw his hard cock in and out between her full, pouty lips. It perhaps wasn't as nice as Maria's oral talents, but the workout he'd had in her pussy had him close to the edge anyway.

With a few vigorous thrusts, he gave a fetishd grunt of pleasure and blasted his sticky wad of jism into Jennifer's relaxing mouth. "Oh yeah!" he groaned as he emptied his load across Jennifer's tongue. He pulled out and sat back on the bed, breathing heavily.

"Thank God for Friday takes," he murmured with a satisfied grin.

"We need to talk," said Paul Andermister as he barged into his boss's office, slamming the door shut behind him. There had been no one to stop him from entering as Maria's permisteral assistant, Jennifer, was off sick today.

"Mr Andermister?" said Maria in surprise, looking up at him. "What's the problem?"

"Don't worry," snapped Paul as he strode up to the beautiful brunette's desk, "I'm not after head this time."

He threw a manila folder down on her desk and a couple of grainy photographs spilled out. They were shots of him lying on top of a ****** blonde and a few of him with his cock stuffed into her mouth.

"He's got video footage as well apparently," Paul told her, sounding rather desperate.

"He?" asked Maria, opening the folder and flicking through the rather incriminating photographs.

"O'Reilly," explained Paul, referring to the company's national manager. "I'm done. You've got to help me."

"Help you? I don't think so," Maria curtly replied.

"Look," said Paul, leaning over her desk. "If you don't make this go away then I'll be powerd to give O'Reilly the stuff I have on you." Paul had been blackmailing his beautiful boss for the past few months.

Maria frowned, clearly not happy. "You can't do that, we had a deal."

Paul shook his head. "The deal's changed. I'm in the cuckolds brownie here and you can help me. If you do this then I'll destroy all the evidence I've got. No more blowjobs."

"No more blowjobs?" repeated Maria. Clearly the idea appealed to her.

"We'll be even," Paul assured her.

Maria considered for a moment. "Okay," she finally agreed.

***

Jim O'Reilly frowned calculatingly at his attractive subordinate. "What's in this for you Maria?" he asked her. Jim O'Reilly was the National Manager of Infinity Systems Computing. He was in his mid fifties and had short white hair and an expansive, barrel like belly. His jowly face was usually bright red and he actually looked a little bit like Boss Hog from the Dukes of Hazard.

"I'm not at liberty to say," Maria replied. The raven haired branch manager was dressed in a light grey skirt and jacket suit, with a bright red blouse. The blouse unbuttoned more than usual and she was giving Jim a clear view of her impressive cleavage.

"This evidence is very compelling, and the charges are serious," said Jim. "And we are talking about your assistant Jennifer here."

"I realise that," said Maria, hating what she'd been powerd to do. "But I have to get rid of this matter once and for all."

Jim seemed to consider matters for a moment. After a long pause he replied. "I'll let you what Maria. I like you, and we've worked together for a couple of years now so I'm willing to help you out. I'll destroy this evidence against Paul...if you agree to fuck me."

"What?" blurted Maria in surprise. That had been the last thing she'd expected. From Paul maybe, but from Jim O'Reilly her boss?

"We have sex. Then I'll make all this go away," explained Jim.

Maria still looked in shock. "But I'm married!"

Jim shrugged. "It's pretty straight forward here Maria. You're asking me to do something very unethical. So in return I want something of value. That hot body of yours is valuable to me."

Maria grimaced. Even with Paul's blackmail she hadn't let him have sex with her. "How about I suck your cock instead?"

"Not good enough," replied Jim immediately. He was used to negotiating multi-million dollar deals and he knew how to bargain. "You've got a nice big pair of boobs that I've wanted to get my hands on for years, and I bet you're a fantastic fuck."

"I give fantastic head," said Maria.

"I'm sure you do, and I intend to find out," Jim replied calmly. "But I also intend to shoot my wad in that sweet pussy of yours."

Maria was looking very uncomfortable. But perhaps relaxing with the boss would help her career as well. "You'll destroy the photos?"

"Yes."

"Okay," she agreed. "I'll do it."

Jim's grin was a mile wide. "Excellent. Well let's start with that head you were talking about."

"Right now?" replied Maria in surprise, glancing nervously around the National Manager's office.

Jim merely nodded and stood up from his chair. He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down around his knees. His blue cotton boxer shorts followed, revealing a soft, limp penis dangling between his legs, framed by a pair of saggy balls, covered in a light fuzz of grey hair. It was not the most attractive sight that Maria had laid eyes on.

Jim sat back down in his chair and gestured for Maria to come around the desk to him. The buxom brunette executive reluctantly did as she was instructed, kneeling in front of the chair of her trouser-less boss.

"Let me just have a feel of these puppies before you get started," said Jim, reaching out with both hands and grabbing Maria's large tits through her blouse.

"Oh yeah!" he gave a groan of approval as he squeezed Maria's plentiful jugs through her top. The ample melons filled his palms as his fingers sunk into the firm flesh. "These are great," he murmured, reaching up and grabbing the top of Maria's blouse. With a harsh yank he ripped open the kneeling woman's shirt, buttons flying off and material tearing.

"Hey! That was expense!" complained Maria as Jim reached inside her ruined blouse to grope at her bra-clad breasts.

"You'd better get them out before I rip this bra then," said Jim, releasing her tits temporarily.

Maria quickly shrugged of her torn blouse and then unclasped her bra, letting her big breasts spill free. They were large and firm, topped by already hard nipples.

"Lovely," murmured Jim as he took hold of Maria's bare breasts, one in each hand. "Did I ever tell you that I'm a tit-man?" he asked her as he began to squeeze and knead her gigantic hooters. "These fun bags are the reamister I promoted you to Branch Manager." Jim pinched Maria's stiff nipples between his fingers, giving them a quick twist before once again cupping and squeezing her magnificent jugs in his palms. "I'm just glad this opportunity to actually touch them has come up."

Jim fondled Maria's perfect boobs for a few more minutes. "Okay, time for some sucking I think," he said, releasing her breasts and leaning back in his chair.

Maria reached up into Jim's lap and took hold of his old cock in her soft hand. It appeared to have been brought to life from the titty groping and was thick and stiff in her hand. The reluctant executive bent forward, dipping her head down into her bosses lap and gingerly taking his hard cock between her lips.

"That's it, suck that cock," moaned Jim as Maria's warm lips slid down his erection, his cock lodging deep in her hot mouth. "After all that talk, you'd better be as good as you said you were."

Jim groaned as Maria's talented mouth slid back up to the tip of his cock, her agile tongue swiping around the head of Jim's penis. She moved lower, her tongue lapping nimbly at Jim's hairy scrotum, teasing each of his testicles briefly before she moved back to his cock, plunging her mouth back onto him.

Jim gripped the top of Maria's head, holding her by her dark locks. "Put your hands behind your back," he ordered.

Maria obeyed as Jim immediately began to fuck her mouth, bouncing her head in his lap as his hips repeated hunched up off his chair, his hard cock pumping rapidly in and out of her sucking mouth. With her hands behind her back, Maria now had no control over the pace and depth of his plunging cock, but fortunately her experience blowing Paul Andermister had well prepared her for getting face fucked and she effortlessly took her bosses hard length as it slammed between her plump lips.

Jim humped Maria's face for about six or seven minutes, showing surprising stamina for a man of his age. His penis was hard as a rock, clearly highly aroused by the opportunity to blackmail his beautiful underling.

He thrust into Maria's mouth a few final times and then lifted her head up out of his lap. As the beautiful, topless brunette caught her breath, Jim once again groped her big tits, eagerly massaging the ample orbs.

"I think I need to fuck these puppies before we get down to business," he announced, shuffling forward in his chair so that his stiff erection nestled into Maria's considerable cleavage.

Jim kept a firm grip on Maria's boobs as he wrapped them around his cock, forming a snug, tight sheath for his cock to thrust into.

Maria's big boobs jiggled delightfully as Jim fucked them. Each thrust of his cock, caused the tip of his penis to bob up from the depths of Maria's cleavage, glistening with pre-cum. While his old hips pumped up off his chair, his hands kept a tight grip on Maria's breasts, keeping the fleshy mounds pressed tight around his thrusting manhood.

"Time to fuck," said Jim after titfucking her for a couple of minutes. "Stand up and bend over my desk."

"I can't convince you to finish off in my mouth, or between my tits?" asked Maria, trying one more time to delay cheating on her husband.

Jim didn't reply, instead grabbing her by the arm and powering her to bend forward over his desk. He ran one hand across the smooth expanse of Maria's skirt-clad posterior, squeezing the firm cheeks of her ass. Jim then tugged up the back of her skirt, revealing her g-string panties and perfect, nicely toned buttocks.

Not wasting any time, Jim tugged aside the back of Maria's g-string and urgently thrust his rock hard cock into her tight snatch. Maria cried out at his sudden entry, his erection sinking right to the hilt into her pussy.

"Ah, that feels so good!" moaned Jim, pausing for a moment and enjoying the feeling of having his cock buried in the beautiful, buxom brunette. He rocked his hips slightly back and forth, exploring the depths of Maria's clutching pussy.

Jim moved his hands to Maria's curving hips, getting a firm grip as he started to fuck her in earnest, his hard cock pumping against her pussy from behind as he drove her into the desk. The sound of their flesh smacking together filled the large office as Jim slammed his erection repeatedly into Maria's pussy.

Maria moaned and pushed back with her bottom to meet her bosses thrusting cock. She was eager to get him off as quick as possible.

Jim was groaning noisily as he humped the busty brunette bent over his desk, he clearly wouldn't last very long. "Fuck!" he groaned as he arched his back and lifted himself up on his tip toes, stuffing his cock deep inside the gorgeous executive. His cock bottomed out in her cunt and he gave another loud groan. Jim's balls churned and his cock spurted, his thick, ropey seed spilling powerfully into Maria's grasping vagina.

"Oh yeah!" the older executive gave a long moan of pleasure as he pumped the brunette fill of his sperm. He fell forward, the weight of his bulk leaning on Maria's back as he spent himself. "That was perfect," he whispered into her ear as his cock slipped out of her pussy.

***

Paul Andermister smiled contentedly to himself as stood behind his beautiful blonde secretary Erica, massaging her shoulders intimately as she typed on her computer. As his hands slipped down from Erica's shoulders and artlessly crept to her chest, cupping her full and firm tits through her blouse, his smile got even wider.

'I love my job,' Paul thought to himself as he groped Erica's glorious breasts and the pretty young secretary did nothing to stop him.

Not only had Maria been able to make the incriminating footage of him powering himself on her sexy assistant Jennifer go away, but Paul had also discovered some rather enlightening video footage of Maria fucking Jim O'Reilly. The new footage had restored Paul's access to Maria's lovely mouth and also given him some leverage against O'Reilly should Paul run into any future problems himself.

'All in all, life is good,' Paul decided as he dreamily kneaded the firm mounds of Erica's world-class knockers in his groping hands.

THE END

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Cathy's Mistake


My story started last July when I had just finished my finals at the local College of Education. I'm 22, tall and slim, gym four times a week and I'm often told that I'm a very pretty brunette: I took the decision a while ago not to have casual boyfriends due to one or two unfortunate relationships and I had resolved to take care of my physical needs myself.

I live with my parents in an upper-middle class suburb and that morning, my lady knocked and opened my bedroom door to tell me that she was off to town, asking if I wouldn't mind looking out for the photographer from the estate agents at around eleven o'clock as we were looking to sell the house in favour of something larger. This being nine fifteen, I waited impatiently a few minutes until I heard the click and clunk of front door closing and jumped out of bed in my T-shirt and relax shorts.

Impatience played a role because I'd been waiting for days to indulge my new toy and I didn't often get the opportunity living with my parents, what with the risk of being caught and not being able to make any tell-tale noises, but now was the perfect opportunity: an empty house and, I calculated, a good hour and three quarters before the estate agent called around. I went straight to my wardrobe and, rummaging amongst the neat pile of sweaters, I pulled out my butt-plug, the new toy which I'd purchased on-line and a small jar of Vaseline.

As I pulled my T-shirt over my head and peeled down my shorts, I could already feel myself tingling with anticipation, particularly as it was a lovely summer's day and the gentle breeze flowed in through the window of my warm room and out by the open door. This, I thought, was going to be bliss!

Taking the butt-plug, I dipped the tip into the Vaseline and rubbed it all over with eager fingers. I must say, buying on-line has its drawbacks: it really seemed far too big for a slim, athletic young girl like me, even though, when it was in, it made me feel very nicely opened up which was quite sexy. Anyway, I made a mental note to buy something a little smaller.

I got up onto all fours on the bed and, kneeling, I opened my legs wide so I could reach back and gently work it up my bum. I bit my lip as I remembered from last time just how big and uncomfortable it was at the start, but having persevered for what seemed like ages, eventually I'd managed to work the whole thing in, right up to the hilt so that just the base was showing. I wriggled somewhat delicately and it made me feel very vulnerable but kind of nice at the same time.

That done and naked as the day I was born, I next flipped over onto my back and, spread my toned but slender thighs as wide as was still comfortable. Feeling how moist I had become, I teased myself with my fingers for quite a while: in and out, up and down and all around, allowing myself to tickle and strum my soon-aching clitty just very occasionally as my lathers worked up and my heartbeat increased. I was getting very, very wet and, safe in my solitude, began to moan quite loudly as the cool breeze drifting across my warm skin gave me goose-bumps. Then I reached for my brand new, out-of-the-box, wiggly wabbit.

I'd fantasised about seeing how it would feel to have, simultaneously, the plug up my bottom, the wabbit's big, knobbly shaft in my pussy and the wabbit's clitty-stimulator buzzing around on my itching bud. Gagging for it by now, I pretty much guzzled the shaft into my eager, dripping snatch and somewhat shakily varied the stimulator control. I certainly wasn't disappointed as I squealed with delight at the sensations coursing through me. The butt-plug felt like it was splitting me asunder, and the vibrator immediately hit sync with my throbbing clitty so hectically that my lithe body started convulsing, with me riding and thrusting as hard and as high as my hips would allow, and as I clenched my bum cheeks, the butt-plug reminded me it was there. The power of my climax was so great that I went dizzy and light-headed as I shuddered to a seemingly interminable orgasm, bucking so hard that I thought I might injure myself. Thrashing around helplessly, I found myself moaning, panting and calling out in what was, without doubt, the best sex of any form I had ever had.

I lay back with an enormous sigh of satisfaction as I recovered. I was right, it was bliss. As my pulse rate returned to near normal, breasts heaving, through the peace that had descended upon me, I felt sure I heard a click.

"Ahem."

A click and a cough. Opening my eyes, I saw to my horror that there was a tall, young man standing in the corner of the room.

"Wh...What?"

"What am I doing here?" He offered. I nodded, panic-stricken, grabbing at the damned duvet which had evidently caught on something and didn't seem to want to partake in my efforts to cover myself up.

"Your mum let me in as she went out. I'm from Edwards and Edwards, the agents. Bit late for that, isn't it?" He added as he motioned towards me desperately trying to hide my nakedness.

"But you weren't due until..."

"...eleven o'clock? Had a cancellation. Lucky, really. Or should I say, 'really lucky'," he grinned. By this time, I'd succeeded in drawing up the duvet. He was very tall and about two or three years older than I was. I recognised him as Terry Fisher's older brother. Terry was in the fifth form at the local school where I'd been doing some teacher training. I'd seen him lounging around town with a group of local lads who invariably embarrassed me with their graphic comments whenever I happened to walk past them.

"You're Mickey. How..."

"Hmm. Your mickey, I'd say miss," he quipped, clearly enjoying his impromptu survey of the area south of my carefully-trimmed landing strip. "How long have I been watching you? All the time darlin', since you got out of bed and stripped off your shorts and T-shirt. Dear, oh dear: you really should be more careful -should have closed the door at least, I'd have though, miss? Anyway, couldn't believe my luck -caught the whole show on this little baby..."

"...you filmed me?"

"Yep, 'fraid so, darlin' -all in glorious high definition on the company camcorder complete with anti-shake and zoom. Wanna see?"

I could see my image on the pop-up screen as he clicked the play button and could hear my voice over the playback. Whipping out the wabbit and diving out of the bed all in one movement, I ran across the room at him. I drew up pretty quickly as the butt-plug reminded me of its presence and tall for a girl, though I am, I was no match for Mickey who kept me at arm's length by placing his hand on my forehead whilst at the same time holding the camera out of my reach.

"Now, now," he said, he said grinning at me. "Not very nice language for a lady, is it?" He remarked as some of my ecstasy-related swearing poured out of the speaker. "Choice, that is, darlin'."

"Give me that, I yelled."

"Calm down, miss, I wouldn't think you'd want to attract attention."

I stopped in my tracks. He was right. There I was, naked in front of him, with no realistic chance of reaching the camera with a huge butt-plug up my bum. Imagine if someone had come in to investigate. Not a good place to be. I withdrew.

"That's better," he said.

"Please give me the DVD." I tried a different approach, trying to appeal to what sense of chivalry he may have.

"All in good time, I'll have to have a think about that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well. I mean a gorgeous babe like you on film doing what you've just been doing would be worth a fortune in the right hands: to you, the internet, my little brother and his friends at the school, my mates at the pub, for example..."

"...you wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't I? I don't know. As I said, I'll have to think about it."

"I beg you, please..."

"Well, that's a good start..."

"...no."

"Come on, now, do as you're told or the film gets released."

My heart sank.

"Stand over there with your hands on your head and your legs apart."

I shuffled reluctantly across the room.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, fearing the worst and full-frontally naked at the mercy of this scruff.

"Well, aren't you a bit uncomfortable with that huge butt-plug rammed up your pretty little arse? Why don't you reach behind yourself and pull it out."

I did as I was told, gripped the base, and eased it out. I held it in my hand.

"Now lick it clean."

"Oh! No..."

"Uh- uh, darlin'. Are you quite sure you don't want to? Remember the DVD."

Humiliated and with no choice as did as I was told.

"That's a good girl. Keep going."

I continued until he told me to stop.

"Okay, now turn away from me."

Again, I did as I was bade.

"Mm-mmm! Me and my mates always remark what a gorgeous arse you've got. If only they could see me now, eh, love?" I could feel myself blushing from head to toe. "Now reach for the sky, arch your back and get up on your toes so I can get a really good look."

He was treating me like a piece of meat.

"That's it, now open your legs and really stick it out." I did. "Gorgeous," he enthused, insisting that I didn't look back.

"Er... you're not filming this are you?" I ventured.

"What? Me, miss? Oh, no, miss," he sneered. He sounded closer. And I realised just how close when I felt and heard a resounding slap across my bottom which made me yelp from a combination of shock and the sudden sting. I spun round, rubbing my smarting bottom.

"How dare you!"

"No, miss. How dare you turn around without being instructed to."

I turned my eyes downwards, beaten again.

"On your knees."

"Oh, please, no..."

"Listen, you just don't get it do you, darlin'," he said. "If you don't do as I say, I will publish this little DVD high, wide and handsome. So for once and for all, do as you're told, you silly girl."

I nodded meekly and dropped to my knees. He walked towards me and stopped right in front of my face.

"Now unzip me."

Knowing what was probably coming, I reluctantly gripped the bras zipper on his jeans and drew it down.

"And the button." I wrestled and released it.

"Now pull down my jeans and pants."

I edged them side-to side down his slim hips and, inevitably, his erect penis sprang out almost into my face.

"Kiss the end."

I looked plaintively up at him, hoping for a reprieve but none came. Mortified, I kissed.

"Lick it slowly, the whole length from my balls to the tip."

Horrified, I licked, as he wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled my head into him.

"Now take it in your mouth."

I parted my lips and placed my mouth over his shaft.

"Come on. Blow me, you horny bitch." He was gasping now and his penis was twitching. I had an idea that if I worked fast, the quicker my ordeal would be over, so I expertly gave him what he was asking for.

After a couple of minutes of me sucking and licking and him gripping my head and thrusting into my mouth, frequently making me gag, and all the while saying the crudest things to me, he suddenly pulled it out of my mouth.

"Now, wank me off over your tits." He was bright red and obviously highly aroused. I didn't argue. Relieved though I was to have his smelly erect penis away from my mouth and tongue, I didn't much relish the prospect of him depositing his sperm over my pert 35Bs. Anyway, I thought, best to just get it over with as I gripped his shaft in my right hand and masturbated it vigorously as if I was shaking a tomato sauce bottle.

Within a minute, he clenched his tight buttocks.

"Oargh!" He made a deep, rasping, carnal groan and before I knew what was happening, my breasts were covered in his thick, gooey cream which was dripping off and trickling all the way down my stomach to the well of my body.

"Euch!" I cried, standing up at last but he pressed back down on my shoulder.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

"Well, you've finished, haven't you?" I replied.

"Maybe I have, but you haven't. Lick me clean."

Resigned to my fate, I started to clean-up the salty mess with my tongue.

"Every last drop."

When he decided he was finally finished, he simply pulled up his pants.

"I'll be off now," he said. "Give me your number and I'll be in touch."

"But the DVD!"

"We can negotiate that the next time, darlin'."

"Next time? But you promised..."

"No I didn't and this is way too much fun. What's your number?"

"But..."

"...your number!"

"07889 543211," I murmured.

"Thanks, I'll save it under "Sex Slave." And with that, he simply walked out, leaving menaced, dishevelled and saturated with his sperm. I heard the door clunk-click one more and simply wondered what on earth would happen next.

The stress and suspense I endured for the days following my unfortunate encounter with Mickey Fisher, culminating with him walking out of the house with a DVD of me masturbating and, as I suspected, posing nude for him on tip-toes with my bare bottom pushed out, was unbearable. I'd racked my brains trying to think of an escape from my predicament but to no avail. Mickey had me cornered, where he wanted me, and there wasn't a blind thing I could do about it nor even anybone I could ask for advice for fear of my most private activities being exposed, in his words, "high wide and handsome".

The only positive event that gave me some respite that miserable week was learning that my application for employment at the local high school had been successful and that I was to start there teaching gym, dance, drama and English at the beginning of the new academic year in September which was only a couple of weeks away now. My first career job and first income would normally have been a time for celebration but Mickey having that damned DVD had put an insurmountable damper on everything.

Finally, the stress became unbearable and, taking courage in both hands, I plucked up the courage to contact him via the estate agent where he worked.

"Edwards and Edwards, good morning," came the sunny response from the receptionist.

"Could I speak to Mickey Fisher please?"

"Oh, I'm afraid Mr Fisher is at a client's, could I give him a message?"

"Yes, please tell him to call Cathy Matthews... er, he has my number."

"Certainly, I'll tell him when he comes in."

During the intervening hours, I mooched around the house, trying to read a novel, unable to concentrate until, towards lunch-time, my phone finally rang.

"Cathy Matthews," I answered.

"Hello, darlin'," he replied, cheerily. "What can I do for you, today?"

"Listen, Mickey," I hissed so as not to be overheard, "you know damned well why I phoned you. This has gone far enough and I want that DVD."

"Certainly, miss."

"You agree, then?" I asked incredulously but hugely relieved.

"Sure, no problem."

"Good," I said. Mickey was vaguely attractive in a rough kind of way so I was glad that common sense and decency had apparently prevailed. "When will you bring it around?"

"Ah, I'll get back to you with that, miss. I'm flat out at the moment so I'll ring you again when I have a gap," he pondered. "Give me twenty minutes."

"Alright," I replied, somewhat surprised but very grateful that retrieving the DVD had been so easy.

I waited, on edge, for fully half hour, poring over the phone and praying that he didn't change his mind. My lady, who looked and behaved like my blonde sister rather than a parent, walked past.

"Waiting by the telephone, eh? --New boyfriend?" She asked, hopefully, as she seemed disappointed that I didn't bring a steady flow of the male sex through her front door.

"No, definitely not," I answered, curtly.

"Now don't bite my head off..."

But before she could go any further, my phoned beeped to announce the arrival of a text message. It wasn't a number I recognised so I guessed it was Mickey's mobile.

"... okay, sorry mum," I snapped. "You'll have to excuse me for a moment," and I went to my room to read the message.

"For the DVD, be at my place, 10 Wordsworth Avenue, this afternoon at 3:30."

Result! He'd kept his side of the bargain, restored my faith in human nature and I allowed myself a satisfied, audible sigh of relief.

Also, the timing was perfect for me as I had a hair appointment at two and could call in to pick it up on my way home.

It was very a warm and sunny afternoon, so I donned my powder-blue flared mini dress with a pair of white shoes and, save for a white, lacy thong, that was about all. I eyed myself in the mirror and was pleased with the result --contrasting the golden brown tan I had lazily been building up in the garden over the summer holiday.

Raymond worked his usual magic on my shoulder-length hair and I flounced out of the salon immaculately groomed, feeling and looking a million dollars and skipped into my car to drive the short distance to the seedy council estate and then the run-down semi that was the Fishers' residence. I parked outside the rusty front gate and negotiated a gang of urchins who wolf-whistled and made crude comments as I made my way to the gate.

Closing the gate behind me, I walked briskly up the path to a chorus of little brats remarking about my breasts, bottom and what they'd like to do to me --needless to say, not exactly in those terms. Feeling my colour rising, I remember thinking how advanced kids are for their age, these days.

Before I could get to the front door, the Fishers' drooling bull terrier pounced seemingly from nowhere and took great delight in jumping up my leg and under my skirt, sniffing embarrassingly. As hard as I tried to push him down, this solid ball of muscle pushed back harder and I simply did not have the strength to bring him under control. I lurched to the doorbell and rang it with an outstretched arm to an urchin chorus of "Oooh-ooh! White knickers!" as my skirt rode right up to my waist because the damned hound had entangled me, shoving his cold, moist nose all over my thighs, leaving horrible, gooey tracks on my lovely tan.

Mercifully, the door opened, Mickey answered and seeing the dog, who had apparently decided that the foreplay was over and was now gripping my leg like a vice with its front paws, shouted sternly at it.

"Pricky!" Well, the name was apt, at least.

"Er, come in, miss," he said as the dog skulked awayed whence it had come looking thoroughly disappointed to have been interrupted. And in we went.

If the garden was strewn with litter, and broken machinery, then the Fishers' house was a positive health hazard, I observed, picking my way through the beer cans and discarded food packaging.

"After you, miss. Don't worry, there's no-one else in," he ushered me into the front room, and gave me an inappropriate little pat on the bottom as I entered. "You look stunning today, darlin'." I paid scant notice to his unwanted attentions.

"Thanks, I've just had my hair done," I humoured him with the sole objective of securing the DVD.

"Nice place," I enthused, falsely.

"Shit-hole," he said. "Now to business."

"Yes," I offered, "the DVD please."

"Well, not quite that easy, darlin'," he said.

"But we had a deal," I said, somewhat bewildered.

"We still do, darlin', but there's a condition attached."

I didn't like the way this was going.

"C-condition?" I stammered.

"For sure! You didn't think I was just going to hand it back to you for nothing, did you? I thought I told you it would be worth big money."

I had that sinking feeling again but had to stay cool and friendly to have any chance of securing the disc that I so desperately wanted. He was now standing in front of me playing with a strand of my hair as if I was his property.

"You want money? I could..."

"... Not money, miss. There are other ways."

"Please say what you mean, Mickey." I said, tired of these double entendres.

"Áh, miss. All, as they say, shall be revealed."

And with that, he took my hand and half led, half dragged me through the passage and out of the back door behind him.

"Put this on," he instructed, grabbing a crash helmet from the kitchen porch as I noticed his motorcycle outside.

"I'm not going on that thing," I said, horrified.

"You'll do exactly as you're told," he hissed, menacingly.

"But, I'm hardly dressed for..."

"...Get on!" He said impatiently, then he started his machine, revved up and I tentatively took the pillion seat, clinging on to the grab rail for grim death. My head was flung back with the acceleration and my confounded skirt blew upwards in the wind exposing far more than I'd like of my rear view to the cars we passed as a thousand cc's throbbed smoothly between my thighs.

We rode out of town for a few miles until we pulled in at what I recognised as The Hideout, a notorious bikers' pub with a fierce reputation at which no respectable girl would be seen dead. Ordered to get off and dragged once more by the hand by Mickey, my grooming and powder blue and white outfit looked hopelessly out of place. As indeed did good hair and teeth...

"Now you go along with everything I say, darlin'," hissed Mickey, "or your precious DVD hits the streets before you can blink those pretty, doe-like, big brown eyes of yours."

We approached a table full of scruffy, greasy bikers who evidently knew Mickey.

"Hey Mickey, that's quite a number! Who've you brought this time?" Said the leader of the group, who looked like a cross between Meatloaf and Mike Tymister.

"This is Cathy," he answered. "What do you think?"

"Well, I'd say you've outdone yourself," said the leader, eyeing me up and down appreciatively, "absolutely fucking gorgeous -classy too! -Nice of her to dress up for us."

I blushed and looked down to avoid the leers of the dozen or so bikers seated around the table as their leader spoke.

"What say you we have a take missy, before you start?" He continued.

"Start? Start what?"

"Your show." This was not good. I turned to Mickey, demanding an explanation.

"What the hell is he talking about?"

"Feisty, too!" Roared the leader. "We like that." Mickey grabbed my hand, taking me to one side.

"Just excuse us for a second."

Away from the table, he whispered firmly.

"Now listen, darlin'," he continued. "If you want that tape, you'd better provide the afternoon's entertainment for my mates. Believe me, it's a lot better than having that DVD released onto the internet, particularly as our Terry tells me you have a new job to consider at his school."

"Entertainment?" I asked, fearing the worst.

"A full-on striptease for my friends, inside the bar -private-like. They're paying me a tenner a head for your services, so you'd better keep them sweet"

I felt the colour drain from my cheeks.

"You can't be serious, you wouldn't dare," I hissed back at him.

"Listen, miss," he said firmly, "it's up to you if you want to try me, but I wouldn't. Your career would be ruined before you start, not to mention the explaining you and your parents would have to do. Just one little dance with no record of it and your troubles are over."

Until then, I hadn't even considered the scandal the disc may have brought to mummy and daddy. The atmosphere was electric during that pause as my indignant glare locked with his impudent gaze but finally looked down submissively in defeat. I knew then that he was serious in his threat.

"Now can I tell my friends that you are going to dance for them?"

"One dance and I get that DVD back?"

"Just one dance. You teach dance, don't you? -So it shouldn't be too difficult. Now come and be sociable and have that take you were offered and relax a little. They may look a bit rough but they're just pussycats, really."

Grasping my hand once more, he took me back to the table. I glanced from one to the other, greasy hair here, an eye patch there, leathers, studs and riding boots everywhere, a feint smell in the air mixed with holy water... Pussycats, most definitely not.

A pint of lager, foaming furiously, appeared through the crowd and was banged down on the table in front of me spilling part of the contents.

"Drink," commanded the leader.

Under protestation but aware of the consequences of upsetting Mickey, I drank as deeply from it as I could as the biker gang roared its approval as well as a growing chant of "get 'em off" amongst other observations as I was undressed by a dozen pairs of hungry, appreciative eyes.

"Right," said Mickey, "let's get you into the bar and get this show on the road." And he dragged me off once again, promising to call them in when the show was about to start.

The stage, which faced the packed bar, was makeshift and full of dust and grime. To my consternation it was surrounded by around thirty more bikers who had grabbed the tables nearest the stage. Inevitably, there were raucous cheers as they caught their first glimpse of me being ushered in by Mickey for their entertainment like a lamb to the slaughter.

"This is it, darlin'," there's your stage, the music goes on in a minute, do your best, and don't forget that disc. I'll go and collect the others, when the music starts, make your way to the stage and do your thing."

My thing? I thought, hardly. My stomach was a bag of nerves and I was mortified by the prospect of 'entertaining' this low-life scum but I knew I had no choice. The disc, the internet, my new job, my family.

Meatloaf and the boys loomed large as they came in from the beer garden, cutting much of the natural sunlight from the doorway as the music struck up with a bass that rattled every glass in the bar. There was nothing for it but to edge my way through the crowd to the filthy stage. As I did so, I was man-handled, groped and grabbed more often than a fur coat in a winter sale.

Having finally made it to the stage, I stood at the front. One thing I could definitely do was dance so, I thought, if I danced nicely for them, perhaps it would distract them and possibly, I could sneak away without revealing too much. However, after five minutes of bump and grind, which was initially well received, and during which time some pretty crude, though appreciative cat-calls were yelled about my figure and form, the rabble began to grow impatient and it became evident that it would not be enough to satisfy them.

"Cut the crap and take it off, you bitch!" Shouted one of their number who seemed to have the knack of making himself heard clearly over the pounding music and the rest of the gang bayed in agreement. "We didn't pay a tenner for this cuckolds brownie!" The roar grew and they wanted more.

I caught sight of Mickey near the door who simply held up the disc to encourage me. I needed no further bidding and would have to go through with it. Swaying my hips seductively, trembling, I undid the bow of my cloth tie-belt and began to slowly, reluctantly undo the front of my dress which buttoned along its full length. Quite suddenly, I felt unusually dizzy, warm and quite euphoric and I remember wondering at the time whether something had been slipped into that take --I can usually take at least a few glasses of wine before it affects me seriously, so I couldn't understand why a single beer should do this to me and it was getting progressively and rapidly worse.

"Hurry the fuck up," came the new call, as I felt my inhibitions ebb away from me.

I had unbuttoned as far my navel by this time and hesitated as I reached this point of no return: nxt button I undid would put my breasts on full view and start to expose my panties. Boos and jeers rang around the bar as I froze but they were soon stifled as, completely uninvited, the leader and one of his gang sprang onto the stage. I tried to push them away as they snatched at my dress but was becoming increasing giddy and less resistant.

The powerful leader grabbed me from behind and simply ripped open my dress with one smooth, powerful action, the buttons pinging and flying all over the bar. I had little time to dwell upon the fact that my classic, designer outfit was ruined -the least of my worries as I stood before the mob with my dress wide open and my breasts exposed with only my flimsy thong providing any modesty.

The roar from the crowd was deafening as the second biker grabbed the waist-band of my panties. I tried in vain to stop him but the leader gripped my arms and held them firmly at my side. My squeals of objection seemed only to encourage the second biker and after jokingly gaining approval for what he was about to do from the rabble, he simply yanked the flimsy waistband and wrenched the ripped G-string away from my body to give everyone in the bar an uninterrupted view of my perfectly manicured pussy. Meanwhile, whatever it was in the take had now taken a serious hold and I lost balance, ending up on all fours on the stage.

The front row of bikers, getting in on the act, hurled their beers all over me, the sticky mess ruining my freshly done hair and combining with the filth on the floor to leave me filthy dirty and matted, scrambling on the ground.

I heard a clunk and, glancing upwards through my hazed eyes, I could make out the leader and his friend removing their boots and jeans enthusiastically. I wanted to try to make a run for the door but by limbs were like lead and my sense of co-ordination and balance had gone completely.

The situation was as out of control as myself as I seemed to drift in and out of consciousness. I can dimly recall the leader and his companion fondling and kneading my breasts, my own hands being clamped around hard flesh and uninvited horny fingers being pushed deep into me as well as a few stinging slaps on my exposed bottom to rapturous applause and cheers. There seemed to be quite a few more than two of these thugs on the stage by the time I could focus no more and mercifully ****** amid the cacophony and mayhem, the last sketchy image I recall was of the leader pinning my helpless arms to the dusty floorboards, while his foul friend was rubbing his stinking member into my face. I felt hard thrusting into my helpless, tingling body, though I could not swear to this and suppose I could have been hallucinating. I could feel a rocking which seemed to go on forever and a smile crossed my lips as I sank into a deep relax.

"Miss, miss," I came to groggily in a strange, spinning room. Panic-stricken, I looked up at Mickey.

"Where..."

"...my place, darlin'," he said. "You ****** so I got you a lift home from the pub."

With some trepidation, I lifted the covers to see my open, buttonless, tattered dress and my panties thankfully on but inside out.

"I must go," I said and shakily made my way to my feet. My shoes must have been lost along the way and I made to leave somewhat unsteadily.

"Aren't you forgetting something, miss?" I looked at him quizzically.

"This!" And he handed me the disc as nausea and headache overcame me.

"Thanks," I managed.

"That's the one you asked for," he grinned. "But of course I have a couple of copies."

"Copies?"

"See you next time, miss," said my tormentor, "I'll be in touch."

"You bastard," I replied, just wanting to get home and with no energy to argue with him.

As I walked down the path to my car, the urchins were there again.

"Oooh-ooh! Look at her tits!" As my dress hung open, torn and tattered upon my grimy, sticky skin. All I wanted to do was to get home and bath.

"Oh, Shut up!" I turned, irritated, on them, and got into my car.

"Oooh-ooh!" They replied.

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A Surprise for John


For years my girlfriend Michelle and I have a normal, healthy sexual relationship. Don't get me wrong we have always tried new things and very often things get kinky in the bedroom but we never do anything that you would call "wild" in the bedroom. I don't mind at all that she is the dominant one in the bedroom, I kind of enjoy letting her be the aggressor. How can I refuse to let her be kinky with such a petite tight body as hers? But I never knew how dominant she could be until the other night.

I came home from and set my things down on the kitchen table. Michelle was in standing in the kitchen in her big terry bath robe. I walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi baby," she said as she turned around to greet me. "How was your day?"

"Same as usual," I replied." I'm going to jump in the shower."

"Ok, when you get out of the shower I have a surprise for you."

"Oh, really, care to give me hint?"

"Now John, baby you know better than to ask me that, you can wait and find out later." She replied with a sly grin on her face.

I smiled back, gave her a quick kiss and went off to take my shower. I took my time in the shower enjoying the heat from the water. I kept thinking of what surprise Michelle could have in store for me. With her it could a number of things, she always comes up with some good surprises, like the time I came home and found dressed in a latex bodysuit... That's another story though.

I came out of the bathroom and made my way back to the kitchen, still drying myself off with a towel and naked, to see if Michelle was going to tell me what her surprise was.

"So, are you going to tell me what my surprise is now?" I asked as I walked up to her.

She turned around with a smile on her face. "On your knees and I'll show you." She said.

I was a little reluctant at first, but I did drop to my knees in front of her. She untied the sash on her robe and let it drop to the floor. I knelt in front of her in shock, Michelle had on an 8 inch strap on. Her petite body made it larger than it actually was. She stood in front of me for a moment with her hands on her hips and a broad smile on her face.

"Surprise baby, "she giggled, "now, I want to see you suck my cock."

Before I could protest, she grabbed the back of my head with her hands and pushed her strap on into my mouth. My muffled voice didn't stop her from pressing deeper into my mouth.

"Come baby, suck my cock," she moaned. "I want to see you take it all in your mouth."

I was still in shock and trying to pull my head back but she held my head in place as she moved her cock in and out of my mouth. I had no choice left but to do what she told me to do.

"You look so hot baby with my cock in your mouth, suck it, suck it for me baby." She moaned.

I slowly started to suck on her cock as it slid in and out. I really wasn't getting turned on by sucking her cock but I was getting turned on knowing she was getting excited seeing me sucking on her. It took me a couple of minutes to get the used to something that big sliding in and out of mouth, but once I did I noticed, as well as Michelle that my own cock was getting hard. I began sucking more and without encouragement from her I began taking more of her cock into my mouth.

"Oh, baby, I knew you would like this, you are doing so well! You're making me wet!" she said as she started moving her hips faster.

Pretty soon she had most of her cock in my mouth and I was sucking on it hard. I had to admit it was different but I was starting to get into this.

"That's it baby suck daddy's cock." She moaned out.

After sucking her cock for about 10 minutes she pulled my head back and slid her cock out of my mouth. She told me to stand up and led me to the bedroom where she had be lay down on my back with my ass near the edge of the bed. By this time I was so horny that I didn't even stop her as she moved between my legs and rubbed her faux cock against my ass. It wasn't the first time she had played with my ass. Usually during sex she has fingered my ass. I like the feel of having her fingering my ass so I was kind of prepared for this, or at least I thought I was.

"Are you ready for daddy's cock?" She asked me as she rubbed so lube on her cock.

All I could do is nod as I watched her rubbing her cock against my ass.

"Answer me! Are you ready for daddy's big cock?" She demanded.

"Yes," I muttered.

She pressed the tip of her cock into my ass just slightly. "Doesn't sound like it to me, say it like you mean it."

"Yes," I said louder.

"Yes what?" She asked.

"Yes daddy I'm ready for you cock."

"Are you sure about that baby?" Michelle questioned. "Because there is more that goes with this?"

"Like what?"

"Just answer my question. I'll tell you everything once you answer my question." She pressed just a little further in.

I was so hard and horny that right now I would be willing to do anything she told me to do just so I could be able to cum. "Yes daddy I'm sure, I'm ready for anything." I moaned out.

"Good! Now take this." She said as she pushed her cock all the way into my ass, it made me yell out in pleasure. It was a first for me to do this with her but it felt so good. In seconds she had set a steady pace and was fucking my ass with deep long strokes.

"Yes, that's it, take all of daddy's cock, I just knew you would love this bitch."

Between the thrusts I looked up at her. It was the first time I had ever heard her talk this and it was the first time I had her call me a name like that. I couldn't help but admire her petite body moving back and forth as she fucked my ass. Her large tits bounced with each thrust and a soft came from her. She was getting turned on just as much as I was.

She looked down at me with a curious look on her. "You like my big cock fucking you bitch?"

"Yes, I love it." I moaned back, "but baby why do you keep calling me bitch, you..."

"Because that is what you are now." She shoved her cock in even deeper. "I told you there was more to this, well from now on you're my bitch, in every sense of the word. From this moment on you are the one that is going to be getting fucked, not me."

"What?"

"Oh are we having second thoughts now? Tell you what, if you don't want to keep going just say so, I'll stop but if you do want to keep going then fine."

I tried to clear my mind and try to think straight. It was not easy with her fucking me so deep and hard. It felt so good that I was having a hard time wanting her to stop but I was worried about what she had planned. What if this was too wild for me? What if she decides to have me do things that I have never done before and never wanted to do. I just couldn't make up my mind.

"You have 10 seconds to decide bitch," she said as she started fucking me harder. Make up your mind, all you have to do is say the word and I will stop. If not you are going to have to accept what ever happens."

I opened my mouth to say something but all that came out was a moan. She began to count down and I kept trying to tell her what I wanted.

"8...it feels too good for you..."

"Wait a second, let's talk about this, please."

"7...just say the word and I'll stop bitch..."

"Michelle...please stop, I can't think!"

"6...come on, just say so..."

She grabbed my legs and raised them up as she started ramming her cock in harder and deeper into my ass, making me moan even louder. I could feel every inch of her cock sliding in and out of my ass. I never felt something this good before.

"5...listen to yourself bitch, you sound like a fucking slut, you want this too much to stop me..."

"Please Michelle wait." I panted out.

"4...you're going to love being my bitch so much that you're going to bend over and beg me to fuck this tight ass all the time...."

"This is so unfair Michelle."

"3...come on, time is running out. Stop laying there on your back getting fucked like a cheap whore and stop me bitch....:"

"M-Michelle I..."

2...you aren't going to stop me, just look you're taking all of my cock already..."

I muttered away but couldn't get the word "STOP" to come out of my mouth. I knew I was in for it but it felt so good and Michelle looked so hot fucking my ass.

"1...quick bitch say the word, it's just one little word but you can't say it because you are getting off on me fucking your ass..."

Without my knowing it I had started to move my hips and press against her as she rammed her cock into my ass. "Come on John, just say the word, don't let this get out of hand. Think, you can do this and stop her." I kept thinking to myself.

"0...time is up bitch! You're mine now!"

With that she pulled my legs up higher and buried her cock deep in my ass, making me cum so hard all over myself. Cum kept shooting out of my cock for the longest time.

She leaned down and gave me a deep kiss. "My little fucking whore loved daddy fucking her, didn't she?"

I smiled at her and kissed her back.

Ever since the night that Michelle used her cock to fuck me, our relationship has been different. She's now in charge of my life and I do whatever she tells me to do.

Like last night after dinner, we were sitting on the couch watching TV when Michelle pulled open her robe and looked over at me with a big smile on her face. She was wearing her strap-on which she wears regularly when we are at home alone.

"Get over here bitch and suck daddy's cock." She said in stern tone.

I slid across the couch and lowered my mouth down on her cock. I slowly let it slide past my lips as I tried to take all of it in. Michelle has made me suck her cock a lot lately so I'm getting better at taking all of it into my mouth.

For about 10 minutes I sucked on her cock while she watched me and made comments about how good I was at sucking her cock. She pushed her cock up into my mouth deeper trying to make me swallow her cock. Then she pushed me away and stood up.

"Bend over the back of the couch bitch. I want to fuck that ass."

I knelt on the cushions and rested my arms on the back of the couch. She came up behind me and without hesitation pushed her cock all the way into my ass. I gasped out loud as I felt her 8 inch cock fill me.

She pulled her cock back and thrust it back in even harder. "Damn bitch I love fucking this ass!" She said. "But I bet not as much as you do, isn't that right bitch?"

"Y-y-yes daddy, I love being fucked by your cock."

"My, my, what a fucking slut you're becoming bitch." She said as she grabbed my hips and started to fuck me harder and faster.

I started moaning louder as I got closer to cumming. She sensed this and rammed her cock deep into my ass over and over. She reached down with her hand and pulled my cock down and back so that I wouldn't cum on the couch. I arched my back and pushed back against her as I cum started shooting out of my cock. I felt my warm cum hitting the back of calves and feet.

She waited until I was finished and pulled her cock out quickly.

"Now go get cleaned up bitch and get to bed."

"Yes daddy." I said as quickly got off the couch and went off to clean myself up.

The next morning I got up and got ready for work. My car was in the shop getting some work done on it so Michelle had to take me.

As we pulled up to the front door of my office building Michelle looked over at me. She had that look in her eyes again.

"I'll pick you up at 5 o'clock bitch, don't be late."

"Yes daddy." I said as I opened the car and stepped out.

I closed the door and began to head to the door.

"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you." She said through the open car window. "I have another surprise for you."

Before I could respond to that, the window went up and she drove off.

All day long I wondered about her surprise for me. That last surprise turned me into her bitch. I had no idea what the new surprise was going to be. I had a difficultly all day long focusing on my work.

I kept watching the clock and hoping that it would be 5 PM soon so I could get this over with. It was only 2 PM and already I was going crazy trying to think of what the surprise was. It could be anything, knowing Michelle it would be something else I would never imagine in my entire life.

At 5 PM I grabbed my things and head out the door. Just as I stepped out of the building I saw Michelle pull into the parking lot. I made my way down to the curb, she pulled up and as I stepped up to the car I noticed she was wearing her long jacket. It was chilly outside so I didn't think much about it as I got into the car.

She drove off and exited the parking without saying much to me. It was just the usual small talk nothing that hinted at what her surprise was.

We were half home when she turned into the parking lot of a grocery store and maneuvered her around to the far side of the parking lot.

"What are we doing here?" I asked as I looked around trying to find the answer.

"I stopped here so I could give you your surprise."

She pulled open her jacket to reveal a black latex bodysuit and her strap-on, but this time her cock looked bigger.

She reached down and held it up. "Surprise! I bought a new one for you."

I quickly noticed that it was 12 inches and a little thicker than her other one. It was also a dark blue instead of the red.

Without saying a word I leaned over and started sucking on her cock. I don't know why but I just wanted to get that big thing in my mouth.

"Oh cuckolds brownie! You fucking bitch, look at you, you cocksucker! You're so eager to suck daddy's cock, aren't you?"

A muffled yes came out of me as I tried to take more into my mouth. It was thicker so I had to open my mouth wider and work harder to get more of it into my mouth.

I have no idea why I was so eager to suck on her cock. Something about the size of it thrilled me. I just had to suck on it. Maybe it was because I really wanted to please her and keep her happy by doing whatever she wanted. I don't know but I kept sucking, taking more and more in.

She soon pulled my head back. "We don't have much time bitch so get those clothes off."

I quickly took off my pants and shirt while Michelle moved her seat back and titled the steering wheel up to make more room.

"Good bitch, now come over here and ride daddy's cock."

I maneuvered over to her and with my back to her I straddled her. I reached down and held her cock in my hand, guiding it to my ass. I lowered myself down and felt the tip slide into my ass. It was thicker and I could feel it stretch my ass more than her other one.

She grabbed my hips. "Stop wasting time bitch." She pulled me all the way down on her cock. I moaned out and grabbed the steering wheel.

I started to lift myself up, but she quickly pulled my back down. "Where are you going bitch? I told you to ride daddy's cock. Now do it!"

"Y-y-yes daddy." Her cock was filling me up so much I could barely speak.

I started slowly riding her cock but the feeling soon got to me and I started to really fuck myself.

"That's it bitch, fuck yourself good on daddy's cock. You're getting good at this." She raised her hips each time I pushed down on her cock, sending it in deeper and harder into me.

I held on to the steering wheel and kept fucking myself but I knew it wouldn't be long before I started to cum. I had to admit, her cock did feel good in me.

I started to feel her legs trembling and knew that she was about to have a strong orgasm. I rode her cock even faster, trying to make myself cum. Within seconds we both moaning really loud.

Michelle reached around and stroked my cock as her orgasm struck her. "Cum for daddy, bitch. Do it! CUM!"

I did just that and started cumming all over the steering wheel and dash board.

"That's it! CUM you fucking whore."

"Oh my God! That felt really good, didn't it bitch? You really liked it."

"Yes daddy, it did."

"Gawd, I love this new cock. It made me cum too." She said.

I slowly slid myself off her cock and fell back over onto my seat. Breathing heavy and feeling drained.

It took a few minutes to catch our breathes, then I got my clothes back on and Michelle closed her jacket.

She leaned over and gave me a deep kiss. "You're becoming exactly what I want you to become."

"And what exactly is that?"

"A fucking whore, you bitch." She gave me another deep kiss. "You have more surprises to come before I'm finished with you."

She leaned back, repositioned her seat and the steering wheel. As she started the car she looked over at me with that famous smile on her face. "By the time I'm finished with you, you will know exactly why I make you call me daddy."

With that said she drove out the parking lot and on the ride home all I could do is sit there and think about what she had said. What other surprises did she have in store for me? What is her plan?

I have no idea but I'm just going to go along for ride and find out as we go along.