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The next day at work, I couldn't get much done; I was
trying to figure it all out. Sure maybe I had been a
little hasty and had came to the wrong conclusion about
Albert. Why not give him another chance and maybe we
could be friends. It had been an exciting weekend, and
I wasn't unhappy with what had happened. But to be his
slave, no way, I don't go for that kind of cuckolds brownie. When
I go home, I am going to straighten it all out. I
thought.

My neighbors were out for the evening, so I told my
wife what I intended to do. She just grinned and said
nothing. I left a message, slipped it under their door
stating that there may have been a misunderstanding
between us that I wished to correct.

Next Saturday morning, after breakfast I told my wife I
was going to explain how we had got our signals crossed
with our neighbors-when my wife caught me by surprise.
She produced a pair of cuffs and attached them to my
hands and pulled the chain on which they were attached
around me, buckled it on me in the back. My hands were
firmly affixed to my sides so that I was held helpless.

"What's going on? Get these off immediately." I
hollered.

"It's OK. They want me to prepare you for their
guests who are coming over at noon for a barbeque," my
wife explained and she pulled my pants and shorts down
to my thighs.

"Now, wait a minute. Stop, you're my wife, why are you
doing this?" I cried, as she pulled out a strap and let
me have it. It hurt. She didn't stop. She kept
whipping me and the pain was unbearable. I was crying
in pain, hopping around, developed a raging hard on,
and begging her to stop.

Apparently the noise and commotion attracted the
attention of Gloria, because she appeared at our door,
saw my wife beating me with the strap. With a smile on
her face she said, "My, Oh My, he certainly dances
pretty. Can I help? Why don't I get the enema bag for
him?"

"Sure, and after we clean him out inside we can shave
his body to make him more attractive," my wife
answered. The two collaborated-after my whipping, to
give me three enemas, shaved all the hair from my body
from the neck down except around my cock, affixed a
cock ring to prevent a premature ejaculation, put a
collar around my neck, bound my hands to my sides and
led me next door with a leash, naked for me to meet my
fate. I was in shock.

Albert was in the pool and after doing a couple laps
emerged to meet us. Seeing me, smiling he said, "I got
your note. You were right, it was presumptuous of me
and unwarranted, so I arranged an outside service to do
the yard work, of course we will split the cost. Boy!
You look good and I would appreciate a blow job before
I get the barbeque going."

He dropped his trunks exposing his monster black cock.
Gloria, with one hand whacked me on the can with the
strap she was carrying and with the other pulled on the
leash causing me to kneel before him making eye contact
with his cock-head. He pressed it to my lips and said,
"Suck."

It entered. I sucked. He thrust it all the way down
my throat using my ears to get leverage, withdrew it
almost all the way out then down it went again. I did
the best I could and not fetish. And he was enjoying it
and picked up the pace. How I took it all the way down
considering its size was a wonder to behold.

He said, "Ahhh, I'm coming," and unloaded his seed in
my mouth. I swallowed it all. Then he said with pride,
"Good boy. You're mine all mine."

It was true I became his possession.

Albert, being through with me, looked up and said, "My
guests are arriving. Come let me introduce you to
them." Two black couples, entering the backyard,
spotted us and walked over. I stood there naked, with
a cock ring holding my cock rigid and engorged, with my
hands held by cuffs to my sides, helpless, embarrassed,
and wordless. Albert introduced me to his younger
brother Fred, Art his friend and their girl friends.
Being in this condition I could say nothing and was
compliant.

"I'm glad to meet you," his brother said, and put his
hand out to shake, realized I could not reciprocate, he
pulled it back. "Al tells me that you're an architect,
that's quite an erection you've got there," and he
chuckled at his little joke. I could have crawled in a
hole; mortified and ashamed, I was totally at their
mercy.

"Why don't we let Willy here entertain you while I
start the fire for the barbecue and get the food
ready," Albert said as he walked away to light the
coals and put the food on the grill.

"Have you got what it takes to satisfy a couple of
horny black men?" asked Fred as he pulled me over,
rubbing my ass. No, he wouldn't; did he really
contemplate sodomizing me? Maybe I can reamister with
them.

"I'm not a faggot, please don't," I pleaded as he
turned me around and powerd me to bend over for his
friend. Art powerd some oily substance in my asshole.
I heard the zipper of his fly and felt his cock push
its way in. "No, no, no," I moaned as it penetrated in
pain. As it went all the way in and filled me up, I
could feel his balls strike mine. As he pumped me the
pain subsided and I felt a pleasant sensation as it
rubbed my prostate. My god, it felt good as he came,
pulled out, threw the rubber in the bushes, gave me a
slap on the ass, and said, "Good boy, I like fucking
white boys."

Fred decided he wanted to do me like his brother had,
powerd me on my knees again, and I could see his cock
was big, maybe even bigger then Albert's. "Al says
you're an accomplished cocksucker; let's see if you can
do it as good as Joe, the teacher's assistant at
school. He's white, and you white guys seem to have a
knack for this," he said as he pushed it all the way
down my throat. He pumped me in and out and when he
came I drained him in my mouth.

He never did tell me who was better at it, Joe or me.

The girls were jealous and complained that I was only
servicing the guys. They demanded my attention and I
was powerd to use my educated tongue on each of their
pussies including my own wife to demonstrate that I did
not favor either gender.

Having rendered service to the guests my wife had pity
on me. She removed the cock ring, put two fingers up my
ass, and grabbed my cock with her free hand; I pumped
and released my pent up passion shooting into the
ground.

Just in time, as Albert called everyone to eat; the
food was great and we had our fill. We socialized, and
drank beer until the end of day. With good wishes we
parted. I made a lot of good friends this day.

Unfortunately Albert's tenancy as our neighbor ended
too soon. His company needed him to fill another
position in another city and regretfully he and his
wife moved. His unit became vacant again.

A real estate agent for the company who now owned the
unit next door visited us. They made a very generous
offer to purchase our unit. I was willing to accept it
but my wife told them to go shove it. They were taken
by a back and pointed out that we would never be able
to sell at a decent price with the large pool on both
lots. But my wife told them to get lost.

Puzzled, when they had left, I told my wife that they
were right. "We're stuck with this loser." I said.

She said we would see.

A week later they were back and asked how much she
wanted and she gave them a ridiculous price. I pulled
her aside and wanted to know if she had lost all her
marbles. After making a couple of calls, they accepted
my wife's ridiculous price.

After they left, I asked my wife how she knew they'd
pay her price. She told me she saw the bank appraisers
looking over the property and the surveyor making a
survey. She also knew that if we couldn't sell one unit
without the other -- neither could they. "They had a
buyer and couldn't sell the property without buying us
out."
With the proceeds from the sale of our unit we bought
and moved out to a better house in an all white
neighborhood. Thinking back, however, I always had a
good feeling knowing that I'd done my part in
establishing better race relations.

That's all.

Our Mexican Honeymoon



When I married Kristi I felt like the luckiest man
in the world. I'd been a bachelor for the past 2
years ever since I'd caught my first wife cheating
on me. We split up right then and there and it
wasn't until I met Kristi that I had any sexual
relations with a woman again.

My bride was 10-years younger than me at 24, and a
whole lot sexier than my first wife. In fact
sometimes I was a little worried that I wouldn't be
able to keep her satisfied. I mean Kristi was a real
fireball. When we went out on a date she'd be going
100% all night long and around 2 or 3 in the morning
I would start to flag.

Another little nagging doubt in the back of my mind
was all the attention she received from strangers
when we were out on the town. I always felt like I
was fending them off; sometimes making me feel like
her man instead of her boyfriend.

That's why I asked Kristi to marry me only after
3 months of dating. I figured that once we were
married I'd feel more secure and stop worrying
about losing her to another guy.

Well, you can imagine my happy surprise and delight
when she enthusiastically accepted my proposal of
marriage. I was walking on air. I didn't waste any
time and set the wedding date for the end of the
week so she wouldn't have time for second thoughts.

The wedding went off without a hitch and we headed
south to Mexico for a two-week honeymoon at a golf
resort just south San Diego a few miles down Mexican
Highway 1 in Baja.

I was in heaven that first night. I can still
remember the feeling as I watched my beautiful wife
stripping in front of me. We'd been having sex like
a pair of rabbits ever since our second date but as
man and wife something had changed between us and we
both glowed with a special love for each other.

Something else had changed after Kristi had accepted
my offer of marriage, we both had decided that we
wanted kids as soon as possible and Kristi had gone
off the pill. So that first night was extra special
because I knew that our lovemaking could produce a
young. It just made the whole thing extra sexy for
both of us.

During dinner, Greg told us one tale after another -
from war stories about the fire-fights he'd been in,
the medals he'd won, and the men he'd *******ed, to
takeing contests, and even his sexual conquests. He
could tell a good story and the two girls were hanging
on his every word. After dinner, Cindy reluctantly
packed for a "relax-over" at her best friend's house.
It was her big, end-of-the-school-year celebration, and
we had been hearing about it for weeks, so I was a
little surprised by her reluctance to leave the "old
folks."

When Amanda returned from delivering Cindy to her
party, and checking to be sure it was chaperoned, we
broke out some cards and began to play "Hearts." I
guess with the takes, and the fact that Greg hadn't
done anything really outrageous, Amanda and I began to
relax and enjoy the evening, and (as usual, after a few
takes) Amanda became a tiny bit of a flirt. Around
about 10 o'clock, Greg asked if we ever went skinny-
dipping. I guess he could tell from the look and smile
Amanda and I shared, that we had - quite often, as a
matter of fact.

He grabbed the deck of cards and said, "I thought so.
Well, we're all friends here. Let's play a few hands of
'strip blackjack' and then we'll go swimming."
I started to decline, when I felt Amanda's hand on
mine, "What the hell, James. We're all family, and we
don't want to get our guest angry on his first night
here."

She was right. I didn't want to piss off a *****d-up
Greg. Greg was the dealer and, to my surprise, he lost
the first hand. He was wearing only his swimtrunks and
he stood up and lowered them off his hips. He had the
largest, thickest cock I have ever seen, hanging semi-
hard between his legs, and a little surprised I could
see Amanda giving it a close inspection.

He started to deal, and I asked him what he was
betting, since he didn't have any more clothes on.

He smiled at me and said, "Don't worry about it, Jimmy-
boy." He won the next hand, and Amanda and I shed our
shirts. I tied Greg on the next hand, but Amanda went
bust.

"Mandy, Mandy, Mandy. Time to pay the piper, Dear."
Greg grinned from ear to ear as Amanda stood and slowly
removed her bathing suit. I think she was really
enjoying the attention even though she looked a little
nervous as she quickly stripped and sat back down at
the table. "I knew you were a natural blonde - never
doubted it for a moment, Mandy. And your tits -
magnificent. You give new meaning to going 'bust.'"
Greg only lifted his eyes from Amanda's large breasts
to stare into her eyes and smile. Amanda smiled back,
totally confident with her body.

I stood up, "Well, I guess the game's over. Let's go
swimming."

Greg grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back down
into my chair. "Jimmy-boy, what say you and me go mano-
a-mano for one hand? Winner take all?"

"What are we betting, Greg?"

He smiled at Amanda and then looked at me, "Well, the
loser gets the sofa for the night."

"And the winner?"

"Don't be dense, Jimmy-boy. The winner gets Mandy." I
started to get up, "Don't be ridiculous, Greg. This has
gone far enough. You can't intimidate me into a crazy
bet like that." In an instant, Greg grabbed my wrist
and clipped my feet out from under me. I fell forward,
to the table, hitting it with my chin, and was held
there, in his iron grasp. He wasn't even sweating.
Mandy placed her hand on Greg's huge chest. "Please!
Please don't fight. Don't hurt James, Greg."

"I don't want to be ignorant, Jimmy-boy. Let's ask
Mandy if she's game." He turned and looked at her
standing there, naked and glowing in the moonlight.
Still holding me, he stood and slapped his huge semi-
hard dick on the table. "What do you say, Mandy? You
look like a good sport. It'll be a good time for you,
either way. Jimmy and I will play one more hand. You
get taken by the winner. Do you want to be the prize,
you beautiful woman?"

Amanda giggled and hiccupped. She looked at me, then at
his cock, and back at me. She nodded and said, "okay,"
in a small voice. "Good! I'll deal." Greg dealt me 2
cards and I went bust on the third. He stood, grabbed
Amanda around the waist and pulled her into the house.
Over his shoulder, he glanced at me and said, "See you
in the morning, Jimmy-boy. Lock up, turn out the
lights, okay?"

To my right, our bedroom light came on. I walked over
to the window and looked into the room.

As they walked into the room, Greg lifted Amanda by her
waist and tossed her like a little stuffed natural onto
our bed. He spit onto his hand and rubbed his big cock
a few times.

"Let's just get the 'ice-breaker' out of the way, shall
we, Mandy sweetheart?" He climbed onto the bed, spread
Amanda's legs open and pushed his hard cock into my
wife's pussy. She grunted loudly at the swift invasion.
"Oh, Mandy! You're so wet, I could'a saved my spit. You
must get off on all the macho stuff, huh? It sure feels
good stretching your tight little twat, Mmmm, you feel
so good baby."

I watched as my wife's legs began to wrap around Greg's
hips and her arms went to his neck.

"I knew you'd like it rough, baby. I could see it in
your eyes, all night. You like the big, strong types
taking you, don't you?" And he was right. "Mandy" did
seem to like it - hell! - she seemed to be loving it!
She was pumping her hips hard into Greg's. Her
breathing was coming in loud gasps and moans. She was
clinging to him with all of her strength.

I suddenly became aware of the rock-hard erection I
had. As I watched Amanda start to orgasm, I started
mine, shooting my cum against the wall, without even
touching myself. My legs felt wobbly as I reached back
for a chair and sat down.

I sat there and listened to my wife getting fucked by
my Greg and couldn't quite decide how I felt about the
whole thing - angry, jealous, but also very turned on,
very hot.

I could tell by the grunts and moans that Greg was
cumming and Amanda was enjoying his orgasm this time.
Hoping that it was over, I stepped to the window,
again.

Greg rolled off Amanda and grabbed her by the hair,
"Lick me clean, woman. Suck all the cum off me."

Shocked, I watched Amanda position herself over Greg's
still-hard cock and lower her mouth to it, licking and
slurping the goo between her lips. I couldn't believe
it! For our entire marriage, oral sex after I had an
orgasm inside her was out of the question for Amanda -
I always got up and washed myself. Now, she was
slurping up Greg's cum like it was too precious to
waste!

Greg held Amanda's hair in his fist, pulling her head
up and down on his erection. "Yeah, that's good baby.
Keep that up, just like that, you hot little slut. I'm
loving it baby."

Amanda's head was bobbing as she sucked Greg in and out
of her mouth. She was moaning with pleasure, her ass
rotating in the air. Greg took his other hand and
inserted three fingers between her legs and into her
exposed cunt. His fingers were glistening with
lubrication when he pulled them out and roughly shoved
one, and then two, and, finally, the third finger into
my wife's anus.

"Oh, you're good! Keep that up, now. Oh, yeah. Now,
listen, you little slut, I'm getting ready to cum and I
want you to swallow every drop of it. Do you
understand?"

Amanda looked up at Greg and quickly nodded. Within
seconds, Greg began to hump his hips off the bed,
pushing his meat even deeper into my wife's hungry
mouth. He was coming, again! And I could see Amanda's
throat working as she swallowed his cum. A glob escaped
her lips and ran down her chin, dropping from there to
her swaying breast. When Greg was done coming in her
mouth, Amanda knelt, caught the errant drop on her
finger and sucked her finger clean.

Greg gave her bare ass a resounding slap, leaving a red
mark. "You are a hot little piece of ass, Mandy, no
denying that. But don't be getting too comfortable,
I've only just started."

And he had. I dozed, fitfully, in the chair. Throughout
the night, I was awakened by the sounds of Greg and
Amanda's uninhibited sex. I may have missed a time or
two, but by my calculation, Greg fucked my wife six
times and demanded and received 2 blow jobs. He was
insatiable - never getting totally soft, always staying
at least semi-rigid. They didn't get much relax that
night either.

Finally, at daylight, I walked in through the patio
door, only to hear more moans and groans. Then after a
while I heard the shower start and realized that the
noises were coming from the bathroom. I peeked into the
steam to see them both in our over-sized tub, Amanda
bent forward, the water striking her back as Greg
shoved his morning erection in and out of Amanda's
asshole! That was something she had always said
disgusted her, and she never wanted to even try it with
me!

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The Turnaround
Chapter 1


I am successful in businessman, and married to a
wonderful wife. We are both very much in love, and
always been very close, but somehow there was
always something missing.

Like many men, I had always had a fantasy of
watching my wife making love with another man. I
know most people think of that type guy as a weak,
but I would be considered anything but a whimp. I'd
be thought of as masculine and I am a strong
contender in the business arena. I've just always
been extremely turned on by that thought of my wife
being a bad girl.

Karin has always enjoyed being a sexy woman, but
like most cases, she would never consent to it,
leaving me with my fantasies and ever-growing
imagination of what it would be like.

Penthouse Magazine says, the number one fantasy of
men today, above all others, is that of watching
another man make love to his wife. It was nice to
find out I wasn't alone, but I really did want it
to become a reality.

My wife's reamisters were the classic. She felt that
in reality I would never be able to handle it,
especially if she enjoyed it, and that our marriage
and lives would be ruined if she did.

This only made me expound more to her on how much
it would turn me on, and how 'the more she enjoyed
it', 'the more that I would love it'.

I knew that large cocks turned her on, so I shared
in detail fantasies about them and how I'd like to
watch her loving on them. I was hoping that it
would stir something in her and make her want to
play my erotic game.

I told her how I would love to watch a big cock
sliding in and out of her pussy and how I would
love to look into her eyes as she licked and sucked
it.

When I talked to her like that, she would always
get extremely wet, sucking and fucking me wildly.
She admitted that the idea turned her on, but she
would never consider it.

If she did, she said it would have to be with
someone she picked and was turned on to, but that
it was a mute point anyway. It would never happen.

My wife is a nice looking and even though she has
always kept her pussy neatly trimmed back, she
would never shave it for me, not even around the
lips. "Too much trouble." She would say, knowing
how much shaved pussies turned me on.

Over the last few years' sex had become rare and
boring. I was the type that desperately needed an
exciting, creative sex life. I longed for it, but
eventually I began to loose interest in her
sexually because of what I call our, 'mutual
missionary style masturbation' and all went stale.


We both used to like to experiment in the bedroom.

Being submissive sexually is what turned her on the
most, but on occasion, because we loved to be
creative, teasing me and taking control would turn
her on. What was about to happen in our lives was
going to rekindle the flame and give her the best
of both worlds.

She would become the submissive pet of another man,
while teasing me, and making me love it.

The first change I noticed in her was soon after
she and her new found friend from work, Tonya, went
to a bachelorett party. I had seen her and her
husband working out recently at the same gym where
Karin and I go. They were a nice looking couple.

She and Tonya went to a bachelorete party with a
group of girlfriends. She had told me that one of
the girls was going to hire a couple of male
strippers to come by the party.

I felt that she had let that slip-out, just to
stimulate my imagination, which of course it did.
All night I imagined the most decadent scenarios,
(which were sure not to actually happen, but if was
fun letting my fantasies play).

When she came in late that night she immediately
climbed into bed, pulling back the sheet and
wrapped one hand around my cock and with the other
softly cupped my balls. She began licking up and
down my shaft and nibbling on the underside of the
head causing it to immediately get nice and puffy
for her.

She licked up and down teasing it then enveloped
the head into her warm mouth. My hips began to come
up to meet her as she let it fuck her mouth.

She slapped her cheeks with it a few times and
rubbed it all over her lips and cheeks and back
into her mouth again.

"Sorry to wake you dear.but I need some cock." She
whispered.

Then climbing on top of me, she took my cock and
rubbed the head against her slippery clit,
masturbating herself with it and working it inside
her extremely ready and slick pussy. Her warmth
wrapped around me as I strained to hold back from
filling her with cum on the spot.

She put her hands on my chest and raising her hips
up and down as she fucked and kissed me like she
hadn't done in years. It was wonderful! Where had
this woman been?

"You need to start giving your wife more cock." She
said, as she seduced me. In no time she came,
bucking on top of me and digging her nails into my
shoulders. Then I followed quickly filling her with
my warm cum. It was quick for both of us, but then
we both needed it so badly.

The next morning I told her that I wanted her to
start going to more parties like that. She told me
a little about the night, but was hesitant to tell
me too much about it. They had all met for takes
around 4PM, then the party moved to the house of
one of the girls.

She said they were all sworn to secrecy about the
strippers, but she admitted that it was very sexy
having two nude men standing there, with their
cocks swaying in front of her.

I asked how they looked.

"The men or their cocks?" She said with a giggle.
"They looked great, the men looked like you would
expect, gorgeous, and their cocks looked.better
than I'd expected."

I asked her if it turned her on having them right
there, nude in front of her and if any of the girls
touched them.

She took a sip of her coffee and thought. "I
couldn't help but get excited. I'd never seen two
men naked at the same time before, especially ones
that looked like that and with their cocks just
inches of my face."

"You aren't upset are you? It was just an innocent
girls night." She looked at me smiling.

I assured her that I wasn't and asked. "Did
anything happen?"

"Wellllll. Well, I will tell you this." She said.
"I was going to the bathroom, after they had been
there sometime and heard something from a bedroom
that I passed. I noticed the door cracked so I
peaked in."

"What did you see?" I asked.

She hesitated again, choosing whether or not she
should tell me. "I saw one of the girls straddle
one of the guys as he lay there. She was fucking
him right there on the floor. As her ass would rise
up and down I could see his shinny cock sliding in
and out of her."

"I couldn't help but look. I had never in my life
seen two people having sex right there in front of
me, but then I panicked and raced on to the bath. I
was afraid I'd get caught. When I came back by the
door was closed.

"Did anything else happen?" I pressed.

"Well, later after he had long returned to the main
room I noticed that the other guy was missing from
the crowd, so I went searching through the house,
to see if I could find what he was doing.

I finally came upon a door where I heard giggles. I
slowly cracked it open and through the mirror
inside, I could see two of the girls sharing the
guys' cock, feeding it to each other. They were
licking and sucking on it like a dessert. I stayed
glued. They continued licking him as he came,
kissing each other and licking his cock as he did.
I've never seen anything that lusty in my life."
She said.

"I thought I knew these girls!" She said. "I would
have never suspected that they would do something
like that behind closed doors."

"Who was it?" I asked.

"I can't tell you that! It's private and privileged
information. I will say, that I was not one of the
lucky ones. Though it was very ah.very stimulating
to watch". She said with a smile. "I couldn't take
my eyes off of them. I felt so naive."

Karin began being a little friskier in bed, wearing
sexier cloths etc. I felt it had to do with her
friend Tonya's liberal take on things and that
night at the party.

The Agreement
Chapter 2

She was never the same after that night. Things
were different with me too. My fantasies had been
given a new energy. I loved that she had been there
and seen all that, and most of all that it had
turned her on. We began talking nastier to each
other during sex and enjoying it more.

One night she had me dance for her in the bedroom,
and while I did, she crawled up to me on all fours
and began licking and sucking on my cock. She
tugged on it like a puppy nursing a tit. I couldn't
help but think, that she was doing to me, what she
had wanted to do to the dancers that night of the
party.

She and Tonya became very good friends. She and
Tonya began going out for 'girls night out' every
other Wed. night.

Then a few weeks later, one morning after she'd
been out with Tonya the night before, she asked me
if I would meet her after work. "Let's meet for a
few takes at the Martini Club." She said.

We'd not been out for takes in ages.

I had been there once, with an out-of-town client.
It is a classy, moody, downtown martini bar,
mahogany walls and such. Bar on one side,
restaurant on the other.

I was there ahead of her, waiting in an out-of-the-
way booth, private and secluded. She walked in
looking great, dressed uncharacteristically in a
black sexy dress and sunglasses. I stood up. We
hugged. I complemented her on looking extraordinary
and she complemented me on my new shirt.

We had a few takes and were having a nice,
relaxed, romantic time. She was nervously going
through her takes like a weed eater, especially
since neither of us really drank that much these
days.

Then after she found her courage she 'out of the
blue', looked me in the eye and said. "Tom, I have
a proposal for you."

I sat my take down. She slid her hands over mine.
I had no idea what was on her mind. I quickly found
out, as she mustered her courage and fumred right
to the point.

"I want to give you something!" She said.

I looked at her sexy eyes as she spoke, trying to
see what was going on.

"What?" I asked.

"What is your favorite fantasy?" She asked. "You
know! The one that you have tried to get me to do
for years?"

I knew, but for some reamister didn't want to say. I'd
been let down too many times.

"Now come on!" She said, lifting one eyebrow. "We
know what you have always wanted me to do. Now tell
me what your biggest fantasy is."

Slowly it came out. "For you to have sex with
another man?" I dug it from the deepest part of my
throat.

She leaned forward, smiling. The takes had given
her a nice buzz. "Do you still want me to suck on
another cock for you, and maybe let you watch?

In one giant beat, my heart felt it had leapt out
of my chest. It was beating so hard; I felt she
could hear it. Her words caught me completely off
guard!

She never talked like this, never teased me like
this and especially about this subject. And she
sounded serious. I was so excited and turned on to
hear it that I couldn't quite speak. At the same,
completely terrified instant, I was in total fear
from this drastic change in my wife. Had she found
a lover? Was I about to loose her?

I went from a light happy husband having fun with
my wife, instantly to a turned on, complete, bundle
of nerves.

"Just tell me, 'Yes' or 'No'. Do you still want
it?" She asked.

What was going on here? I didn't know how to
answer. My heart was still pounding as her 'out of
nowhere' question waited for the answer. She looked
into my eyes for my reply.

"Yes." I said from the reflex of wanting it for so
long.

"Would you be jealous if I enjoyed it?" She asked.

"Yes. Probably." I said.

"If it makes you jealous would you want me to
stop?" She asked.

"No." I said. "I would want you to enjoy yourself."
I heard myself say.

"You would want me to enjoy myself and make you
jealous then, no matter what?" Is that what you're
saying?" She asked.

I looked at her, feeling a little embarrassed to
answer. I held my take in both hands. "Yea, that
is what would excite me most, you enjoying it, no
matter what."

"And you think you could handle it?" She asked.

"Oh yea, I think I could."

"Goooood! But you'd better know you could." She
said lifting my hand to her lips and kissing it
lovingly. "That would make it easier for me to give
you what you want. And I do want to give you your
fantasy!" I knew she could see the flushness in my
face as she said it.

"You do?" I asked sheepishly in shock. "But."

"But nothing!" She said. "There is one thing
though. We have to go by the rules."

"Rules?" I asked.

She turned and opened her purse, fumbling as she
pulled out some paper.

"The only way this can work," She said. "is if you
agree to the rules". She said with a taunting
smile.

She already had this planned out. She pushed the
page to my side of the table. I finished my take
with a strong sip and held up two fingers to our
waiter. I needed a refill and quickly.

"Read them over and tell me your decision." She
said.

"Once you make your choice, there is no reversing
it. If you decide that you don't want me to do
this, then you will have to promise me, you will
never, ever ask me to fulfill this fantasy of yours
again."

"If you do want me to, you will have to sign the
agreement and understand that the rules are solid.
If you ever break one or complain, or make me think
that in any way what-so-ever, that you can not
handle me enjoying myself, it will be very simple;
we will stop and go back to our less adventurous
life, never to return, not even once.

All or nothing, is the only way I can do this. Do
you understand?" She asked nervously smiling, but
looking me straight in the eyes. "The last thing I
would want, would be for this to harm our
relationship. I only want it to make it better for
both of us." She said.

"I understand!" I said feeling myself shaking with
anticipation and in fear of what my long desired
fantasy was now reaping me.

The waiter returned with our takes and left. I
took the papers and tried to not let Karin see it
shake in my hand as I began to read her rules.

The agreement below is absolute and unwavering.

To my husband:

You know that I had too few years as a single girl
and that I have always been a good girl, while my
bad girlfriends seemed to have all the fun. I now
want to experience the freedom they have. I've
always wanted to express my wild side but was
afraid of what you and other people would think.

For the next three months I want to enjoy the
freedom of being the sexy woman I've wanted to be,
and fulfill your fantasy as I do, but if I do you
must agree to the following:

1. You must understand that I will test you and
make you prove that you can handle your
'fantasies come true'.

2. You must understand that you must pass each
test or your fantasy will end abruptly.

3. You must give me permission to have sex with
whomever I want and in front of you, without
limitation.

4. If I make love in front of you, you will say
nothing about it and will be a prefect host to
my friends.

5. I will never hold back, even if I think it is
making you jealous.

6. I can stay out whenever I want to.

7. I'll reassure you often by telling you about my
adventures, and you must listen eagerly.

8. You can date no one and will stay home when I'm
out.

9. You will do anything that my lovers ask, or
tell you to do.

10. You must understand that if for any reamister
what-so-ever I feel you can not handle this, I
will void this agreement, and you must promise
to never ask me to do anything like this again.

I agree to all of the above and anything that you
may want to add later to the list. Your loving
husband

"I know this seems much more extreme than you would
have expected," She said. "But for this to work in
reality, I have to know up front what I can and
can't do. It would be devastating if you suddenly
stopped me while making love to someone.

It'll take a lot of discipline on your part." She
said. "I want to be sure you can handle it, so
you'll have to prove yourself to me."

"If you pass my tests then we will continue. If you
don't pass any of my tests.well, you probably
wouldn't have been able to handle what came next
anyway.

I had not counted on this cuckold attitude from
her. This was such a definite attitude from her,
though her talking to me like this, her being in
control her sex like this, was turning me on.

"Are we in agreement?" She asked. "Or do you want
to just keep it all a fantasy?"

"May I think about it overnight?" I asked.

"No! I need to know right now! By tomorrow I may
change my mind." She said.

The room seemed to be in a whirl. I looked at her.
"It is now or never!" She said. I looked at the
list, my cock was hard in my pants.

I took the pen, looked up at her and signed it,
sliding it back across the table to her.

"Is this turning you on as much as me?" I asked.

Looking at me, she lowered one hand below the table
and very sensuously slipped it between her legs.
When it returned, her index finger was glazed with
her sexy juices.

"I almost feel like it's my idea. I guess I should
sign our agreement too, shouldn't I?" She said,
pressing her finger to the contract, leaving a damp
imprint of her finger next to my signature.

"Does that answer your question?" She asked.

Then she raised her finger to my lips for me to
lick clean.

As she pulled it out across my lips I said. "I
think I need a shot! Want to do a shot with me?" I
asked.

"Sort of a shot to toast our agreement?" She asked.

She smiled. "I think I'd like 'Sex on the Beach'!"
She said with a giggle. "Tonya told me that I was
going to love this."

Dinner and a Dance
Chapter 3


We stayed and had a nice romantic dinner. I asked
her what had brought on this change of mind.

I found out later that she and Tonya had become
very close, sharing very private matters. Tonya's
husband was much like me, and while living in
Colorado he had wanted her to make love to his best
friend. She was like Karin and was not for it, at
all.

Then, one unplanned night, she ended up in bed,
between her husband and his friend, and she found
out that she loved it.

Karin said. "Tonya said she loved having two cocks
competing for her attention and trying to out
please the other.

"Tonya thinks most of us wives have had it all
wrong." Karin said. "Our husbands want us to be
sexy. Our husbands want us to be kinky. You want us
to enjoy sex, sometimes with another man or maybe
another woman."

"She said the nastier she gets in front of her
husband, the more he likes it and the sweeter he
treats her. She thinks he is like a lot of men,
that he is a latent cuckold. So now she plays with
his mind a lot, teasing him about other cocks she
wants. She thinks you may be the same way and that
I should play with you a little." She said.

"Like Tonya says; 'we women love sex too. A lot of
us just don't admit it. So, why not, especially if
we can do in right in front of our husbands an
don't have to cheat'."

Tonya didn't seem anything like that at all. She
was cute, and seemed conservative on the outside.
You would never guess that was going on in her
mind. 'Lucky husband', I thought.

After dinner I suggested that we do something to
seal the night.

She loved to dance more than anything and there was
a trendy new dance club a few doors down the street
and so I challenged her to show me she was serious:
a first act of her new womanhood.

I had always wanted to go to a club, then have her
come in after me and join me at the bar as though
we were not together. Then I wanted to watch the
other men try to pick her up. Of course, she would
never do that in the past. So, I challenged her to
it now.

She smiled. "You don't think I'm up for the
challenge?"

I shook my head. 'No!' "I want you to be a good
submissive wife tonight and show me that you are
serious." I said.

She looked at me for a few moments. "Why don't you
pay the bill while I go freshen up". She said.

I did and when she returned, she had a sensuality
in her walk and I could see her breast swaying
under the sheer black top. She discreetly handed me
her black panties and bra. "Would you be a doll and
drop these off in the car on your way. I don't
think I'll need them tonight."

How was I going to walk out of the restaurant with
this hard on standing out in front of me? I
thought.

"I'll stay her and finish my take until you have
time to get in and find a place at the bar." She
said. "I'll be right there."

She joined me shortly after I ordered my first
take. She ignored me at first, as though she
didn't know me. I offered to buy her a take and
she played her part well, with only a casual thank
you.

It took no time until guys were hitting on her. She
brushed them off one at a time. I leaned over and
asked if she wanted to go home, thinking she wasn't
into it.

"Oh no!" She said looking across the room. "I'm
just waiting for the Latin guy across the floor. He
keeps making eyes at me, but hasn't come over."

She turned back around to face the bar. "If I'm
going to play, I'm waiting for what I want." She
said and took a sip of her take.

In no time he made his way across to her. She was
coy with him at first, then flirted, flipping her
hair and giving all the female signs.

She loves to dance and soon they were on the dance
floor. Before long, they were one of the couples
dirty dancing, him wrapping his arms around her
from behind and swaying their hips together to the
sounds of Latin music. It took them no time to
dissolve into the crowd, but she kept within site
of me at the bar. I could see them holding each
other, her spreading her legs around one of his as
she rotated her hips on it.

They seemed to never leave the floor, accept to
occasionally come back for takes and a breath,
then they were back out dancing. She would always
come back next to my stool and rub my leg or cock
as he tried to kiss her neck or run his hands over
her body.

Once I saw her feeling his ass as they stood there,
then she ran her hand around to the front of his
crotch letting her hand brush his cock as she felt
mine with the other hand.

When she did, I ran my hand under her skirt from
the rear, gliding it up behind her thighs and
between her legs. I felt her wet pussy as she
wiggled it to me. My fingers easily slid between
the slick folds of flesh. There I was, in public
where no one could see, feeling her pussy as she
felt my cock in one hand and the cock of the
stranger next to her in the other. He looked like
he was going nuts.

When his attempts to get her outside failed, he
pulled her off to dance again. She turned and
winked at me.

Soon a friend of his joined them on the dance
floor, another Latin fellow. The three of them
began dancing, sandwiching her in between them. She
was loving it, her arms raised high as they pressed
against her, then she would wrap her arms around
the guy in front of her, holding his ass while the
other rubbed up against her from behind.

When she pealed herself away from them and we went
home that night, I devoured her, all but ripping
her clothes of her. While we made love she told me
how much it had turned her on having him rub
against her and practically fuck her there on the
floor in front of everyone and me.

I asked her if she enjoyed feeling his cock.

"Oh yea, I felt both their cocks when they were
dancing with me. It was so exciting feeling two
cocks at once rubbing up against me and their hands
feeling all over me. My pussy got so wet."

Needless to say, we made love more than our usual
'once' and I must have filled her to overflowing
until we collapsed into each other's arms.

"Can we do it again next week?" She whispered
quietly before I dozed off.

What I didn't know was that day by day she began
loving it more, and soon our sex life was about to
change for ever!

First Nights Out
Chapter 4


The first week was much the same, accept for our
sex life, which was instantly better. She would
talk trash to me in bed, telling me how she had
always thought it would be sexy to have two cocks
at once, how she thought it would be fun torturing
me by licking another cock in front of me. And she
constantly made me tell her how I wanted her to do
it.

She was warm and upbeat with me, flirting with me
much more. She kept herself looking beautiful,
almost flaunting it in front of me, she would tease
me by walking around half nude and changing in
front of me.

The owner of our gym, Phil, an ex attorney, had
always tried to strike up conversations with Karin
while we were working out, even when I was right
there. Though she had continually ignored him in
the past and politely brushed him off, I was
stimulated by his approaches and a bit jealous of
him. Things were now different.

Now she was not brushing him off. And now he was
always over at her machine talking and laughing
with her, both of them flirting like two high
school kids, as though I wasn't there, accept for
her occasional glance over at me with her sweet
smile.

He was my first real twinge. I couldn't help
myself. Of all people, this would be the guy.

Phil was a good-looking guy, a real fitness nut and
has a great body. Not bulked up or over build, just
nicely chiseled. He is more outward permisterality
than me, more of the charmer type and can be a bit
cocky at times, but the kind of guy that everyone
likes and wants to know. Now, he seemed to have
become her permisteral trainer, with hands on
attention. This all made me feel insecure, but it
did turn me on at the same time.

After her workout one night, she got dressed, came
over to me as I still worked out and told me that
Phil had invited her out for takes with some
friends from another gym. "You don't mind do you
Sweetheart?" She added for a special touch.

I looked over her shoulder and Phil was there in
the doorway, watching us and waiting. I could feel
myself going flush, from that invading turned-on-
feeling, knowing she was going out with another
man.

I heard myself say. "Sure Hon, have a good time."
My stomach was full of butterflies.

Catching my voice when it cracked, she winked at
me, puckered me a light 'air kiss' and turned back
to Phil smiling, and with a light-footed scamper,
totted off to the door. I finished my workout
thinking of nothing but them being out together.

I looked over and saw Tonya, her new girl friend,
on the cycle across the room. When she saw me
watching the two of them leave the gym she looked
at me and smiled. It looked like 'a happy smile for
Karin', as though she was proud of her.

All night long, it was all I could think about. I
was ***d. I couldn't help wondering and
fantasizing about what they might be doing. I
wanted her home, but at the same time loved the
excitement of it. It's crazy, I know. I don't know
what it is about some of us guys that this turns us
on. I don't understand it myself. I fantasized all
night about her kissing him, and her legs opening
to his exploring hands.

She came home in a couple of hours and said little
about it other than they talked a lot.

She didn't get home until about 11PM. She was
obviously tipsy from the holy water and her hair was
just slightly rumpled.

She winked at me seductively and kissed me on the
lips. Her full soft kisses always made me shutter.

But this kiss put me in shock!

Not because I needed it so badly, but because I
thought that I caught a whiff of cock on her
breath. I knew that sexy smell and taste. I knew it
from when we would kiss, after she had gone down on
me.

It was cock on her breath! I was sure! I didn't
know what to do, how to respond. So I acted as
though I didn't notice.

She smiled and kissed me again but deeper and
sexier. "You like?" She asked and then licked
around my mouth kissing me a third time and
giggling.

I love to kiss and I needed it so badly, and god
she was a good kisser.

In the past, when I would taste myself on her lips,
after she had gone down on me, I would often
fantasize that the taste and smell of cock on her
kisses was from her going down on another cock
instead of mine. It always drove me crazy to
imagine that.

But this was real, absolutely real. I was sure that
she had sucked his cock that night. I was inflamed
by my fantasy and at the same time, I was torn with
intense fear and jealousy. Had my wife had been out
takeing with another man and sucked his cock, but
I was so turned on about it that that overruled
anything else. The image raced through my mind of
her kissing down his flat stomach and then licking
his cock, and taking it in her mouth. It was
terrible, but what a wonderful torment this was.

I could smell his cologne on her neck. She was
buzzed. Then she gave me another one of her deep
wet French kisses. The smell of sex seemed even
more evident. There was no doubt. His cock had been
in her mouth.

My reflex quickly drew back. She closed her eyes
and giggled, slightly swaying from the takes. An
electric current went through my body, but I tried
to contain myself and act as though I had not
noticed the sex on her breath.

'She had sucked Phil's cock.' 'She had really
sucked Phil's cock.' The thought kept hammering
itself into my brain, as though trying to make me
realize the gravity of her act. My sweet
conservative wife had actually sucked arrogant
Phil's cock, not in some fantasy of mine, but
humiliating reality.

She slipped her arms around me. My legs went weak.
My mind was confused. I felt trapped by the insult.
I didn't know what to say or how to react, because,
deep down it was what I wanted, what I'd always
wanted. I wanted to run and at the same insane time
I wanted her to tell me what she had done.

"Do I taste good Sweetheart?" She teased. She
wanted me to know without saying it. She wanted me
to know that if she wanted to, she not only could,
she was going to suck other cocks.

I played dumb. "You taste wonderful Honey! Very
sexy." My heart went through the floor as I tried
to contain my emotions and not wanting her to know
what I was going through. I loved it that she had
cock on her breath. I couldn't believe that I was
thinking this to myself, but I was. I wanted her to
kiss me again, I wanted her to make me taste it
again. But she didn't.

"You like my kisses don't you Tom boy?" She taunted
again, enjoying the fact that I knew and couldn't
say a word. "I told her that I thought she was the
sexiest tonight that I had ever seen her." The
thing is, she was. She was radiant and her messed
up hair just added to her sensuality.

"Yes!" I said. "I love them.

She kissed me on the forehead and said. "Now go get
me a take like a good boy."

I did and took it to her. She was enjoying this
game.

She kissed me deeply again and led me by the hand
into the bedroom where we made love like never
before. She pussy was so turned on that I couldn't
believe it.

As I began to approach my orgasm she told me how
she couldn't wait until to let another cock fuck
her. She told me how much she wanted me to slide my
cock into her after another man had fucked her.

She was changing, making me tell her again how much
I wanted her to be a bad girl and I did,
uncontrollably exploding my load into her waiting
pussy.

Confessions
Chapter 5


The next few days my thoughts of them possessed my
mind at work. I could think of little else.

A couple of nights later we were at the gym and it
started out much the same. We worked out and then
she simply waved with a smile and left with Phil
again.

Thoughts of them flooded my mind until she got
home.

When she got home again late, I was on the sofa
thumbing through a magazine and listing to Enigma
on the sound system. She came in, and quickly sat
straddling me, lightly pinning my arms beside my
thighs with her legs, and then laid a big wet kiss
on me. She had had more than 'one too many', and
again she tasted like sex.

She slowly ground her pussy against my groin. "You
didn't get bored tonight did you? Did you have
plenty to think about?" She asked. Pecking kisses
on my forehead and smiling. She closed her eyes and
licked my lips coating them with his musty smell,
and then kissed me passionately wrapping her arms
around my neck.

She pulled back keeping her smile and looked me
dead in the eye. "Did you miss me?" She said, as
though we were the closest of lovers and she had
been out shopping.

She wrapped her fingers into the hair on the back
of my head, and pulled it back, exposing my neck as
she began to nibble and lick all over it. Then she
gave me another moist deep kiss. His sex was again
all over my lips, neck and cheeks and I could feel
myself trying to get my breath.

She nibred on my earlobe and whispered into my
ear. "My kisses turn you on, don't they Tom?" Her
warm breath and words rushed through me. I felt
deliciously ensnared, pinned under her body, her
words, and this blatant awakening.

Her kisses did turn me on, beyond what she could
have been imagining. I sat there looking up at her,
wanting her to kiss me again. "Tell me you like my
kisses." She prodded.

"I do! I love your kisses." I admitted, and when I
did, she laid a deep French kiss on me again
licking all into my mouth and all over my lips. The
taste and smell was strong male. I had to catch my
breath I was so turned on.

What was she doing to me?

She kissed me deeply again. Her words had pushed me
over the edge and I began falling deeply, head over
heels into it, savoring what taste I could find and
thinking that my wife had been out sucking another
cock that night. I realized that I was hungrily
kissing her deeper and licking her lips trying to
taste more.

"Tell me you can taste it," she said, "and tell me
to kiss you again."

My cock was aching for release under her and my
head was spinning as she toyed with me. I licked
her all over like an insane man, not wanting to
stop to answer, not wanting to give these erotic
kisses up. Tonight she was blatantly bringing me
face to face with her indiscretion. I was no longer
trying to get her to play my game. She had powerd
me to play hers, and she was playing me like a
violin.

"Ohhhh yea you like it alright. You can taste it
and you like it." She leaned back, her eyes looking
at my lips. "Yesssssss! You taste him. Don't you?"
She purred at me. "We both love it, don't we?"

She slowly rolled off of me lying back on the arm
of the sofa. Sensuously lifting her skirt and
sliding her hand up between her legs, she began to
toy with her pussy. She slowly spread her legs for
me, revealing her soaked panties.

She pulled her panties to the side so I could see
her lips, tugging on them.

"I am soooooo horny! She said. "Phil is such a sexy
man. Look how wet he made my pussy tonight!" My
heart was pounding out of my chest, trying to grasp
her words. She pulled her damp panties down her
legs, over her ankles and tossed them lovingly into
my face. Spreading her legs more and revealing her
trim pussy completely, her lips separating for
attention. "See?"

I nodded my head, more in disbelief at her words
than anything. The holy water was helping her hit me
point blank with the facts that she had been
playing with Phil and how wet he had made her
pussy.

Her pussy was dripping wet. "Would you like to
taste it?" She slid one finger inside. "She needs
so much attention and she's not been getting
enough. I haven't let him fuck her yet you know."

It was like a knife.

She had not ever been this self-assured before,
never been this nasty, but I loved it.

"He is dying to fuck me, but I've just enjoyed
teasing him, so far. I love getting him so turned
on. I think one night he may just take me and ****
me or make me fuck him." She smiled devilishly
trying to push me to the edge.

"He just doesn't know how ripe I am for fucking!
Does he"? She said.

I was paralyzed! I couldn't say a word. I just
listened as I looked down at her laying back
against the sofa arm, her legs spread and teasing
me to taste her pussy that someone else had made
dripping wet. A rush flashed through me. I was so
turned on I could hardly contain myself.

"Now get down here on the floor on your knees and
lick her like a good husband."

I obeyed her and got down on my hands and knees on
the floor between her legs and looked into her
eyes.

"Now be a good boy and lick my pussy." I looked
down her fingers holding the lips apart for me.

"We have a new rule." She said.

A chill went through me. I loved the way she said
that. I looked up at her excited to hear what it
might be.

"From now on whatever my pussy wants, I let her do.
Do you like that attitude?" She asked. "And
whatever my pussy wants you to do, you do!"

"OK!" I agreed. "That sounds very sexy." I looked
at her large sexy pussy and wanted to please it,
whatever it wanted. I wanted to her to please it.
"I'll do what ever turns your pussy on!" I said.

I was a man in trouble. I wanted to show her how
much I loved her like this. I wanted to please her
and to reinpower her being in control like this. I
loved that another man and his cock had turned her
on and gotten her so slick and that she had brought
her juices home for me to lick up.

I lowered my head and touched my lips to her
abdomen and kissed my way down and found the top of
her lips under her light bush. She scooted forward
so that her pussy was right to the edge of the
sofa, then she settled back into the pillows as I
inhaled the wonderful smell of womanhood. I touched
my lips to her folds and felt that wonderful 'first
slickness' on the tip of my tongue. Then my tongue
reached out and lightly flicked her lips apart,
separating them, feeling the additional inter
slickness inside.

I went in deeper and felt a flood of her cream that
he had stimulated. She was soaking. I licked her
pussy, as I never have. I buried my face in it,
trying to lick as deeply as I could, wanting to
taste all of her. Lust was overtaking me and I
could feel my ears going flush then my entire head
and body. I had always been a man that loved
licking pussy, but her new mind-set was lifting the
experience to some altered state.

Karin had begun this for whatever reamister, but now
she was enjoying it. She was stretching back on the
sofa grabbing the back and armrest as her pussy
wiped itself all over my face. The chants and dream
music of Enigma was flowing in the background. That
type of erotic music can almost put you in another
mental world by itself, but especially during the
depths of good sex

"Ohhhhhh, I think you like this." She said in heat.
"You like tasting his cock on my kisses." My eyes
never opened I just kept tasting and lightly
licking her clit, making love to her with my mouth,
and showing her my appreciation for her being so
erotic with me.

"Do you like my pussy being turned on by another
man?" She asked between breaths. I looked up and
our eyes met again.

"He does turn my pussy on you know." She said
reading my mind. "He hasn't fucked her yet, but I
have been sucking his cock for her!" She said,
talking as though her pussy were telling her what
to do. She looked at me waiting for a responds.
"She likes it when I suck his cock, can't you tell?
That's why you've been enjoying my kisses so much
lately. Isn't it?"

I nodded, lightly pecking kisses over her bush.

"Good boy, you did always say you wanted another
man to make love to me. Didn't you?"

I'm sure my blank gaze told her my state of mind. I
loved her talking to me like this, making me face
the fact that I loved her being turned on by
another man. And making me admit to her that I
loved the taste of his cock on her lips.

"I love this!" She said. "I can't believe I never
took you up on it years ago. I get to let a sexy
guy take me out and try to win my affection. I get
to tease him all night then suck his cock. After he
has gotten my pussy nice and turned on and all
slick, I bring it home to you, lay back and then
tease you while you lick it and show me how
grateful you are. And there you are, down there
licking her like a hungry puppy until she cums all
over your face". I licked her, tugging at the
pedals of her pussy and licking her clit as though
her pussy was a queen.

"You like licking my pussy after he has turned it
on and gotten it wet, don't you."

I licked her deeply. "I do. I love it!" I said." My
face was slick and wet now too. I loved the wet
fleshy feel of her pussy against my mouth and
cheeks.

"I know you do, and I'm going to make you love it
more." She said. "Before I'm through you are going
to be addicted to it." I like thinking of you at
home watching TV while I'm out sucking a nice big
cock.

She lay back silent as I continued licking and
enjoying her. Then she slowly began gyrating
against me again. "I love it tooooooo. Ohhhh I do
love this tooooooo!" She said, her eyes still
closed and me licking away at her pussy.

Then came the familiar feel of her pussy as it
became more engorged. I knew it was telling me that
she was getting closer. I began to concentrate on
licking her clit in rhythmic strokes like a pet
licking honey out of your palm. I felt it move,
beginning to slowly pulse under my tongue and I met
each one with a comforting lick, helping them
build.

Soon her pussy and I were slow dancing with each
other, building and reaching for each other until
her love canal began to contracting against my lips
and chin. I licked and teased slowly bringing her
to that point of no return. Her climax swelled as
her pussy made love to my face, and then exploded
as her rotating hips spread her juices over my lips
and chin.

It was wonderful and seemed to last forever.

Then as she slowly subsided, she relaxed as I
continued licking her new juices. Then she looked
down at me and put her hands behind my neck and
pulled me to her, licking her own juices off my
lips.

After a while, she asked if I'd like to undress her
and give her a quick bath.

"I'd love to." I said.

I went to get her a take while she prepared the
bath.

She looked beautiful in the candle light of the
bath, as she slipped down into the tub. Her breast
glistened as the water wrapped up around them. She
lay back relaxing and looking up at me.

"Doesn't it turn you on that I told you about
sucking his cock?" She asked.

I waited. "Yea.it was very nice, very sexy."

"Nice, or did you love it?"

I hesitated. "I loved it." I admitted.

"He's got a nice cock." She leaned up, opening her
eyes with a twinkle, and smiling at me. . "He
really does. You would like Phil. He's a lot like
you, very kinky, but much more dominant. And you
know how I like to be dominated. He is one of those
'likes to be in control' guys. So if he ever comes
over I want you to be extra nice to him."

"He said that he thought I had a lot of potential
to become a very nasty submissive wife for you, and
that he was just the guy to give me the special
training I needed. Would you like that? Would you
like him to train me to be a 'hot submissive wife'
for you?" She asked

I looked at her. "Yes!" I said.

"Gooooood!" She said. "I have to admit, that really
turns me on when he talks to me like that. He said
that if I was going to be a good student that I
would have to be a very bad girl for him. You do
want me to be a good student for him, don't you
Honey? I want him to make me be a good student."

Contrary to what I would have believed, I loved
where she had me. I had always wanted to see her
make love to another man, but I had never thought
of, or bargained for this sort of mental teasing or
how much she was getting into it.

"He said he could train me to love cock? Would you
like that?" She didn't wait for my answer. "But he
said that if he did that you would have to agree to
be a good cuckold husband, at least for a while.
You don't mind us making you into a cuckold husband
and teasing you a little do you Sweetheart;
especially if it will make Phil happy? That's what
he really wants to do." She said.

"He had a bad experience with a jealous husband
years ago and said this time you would have to
prove to him you weren't jealous. You can do that,
can't you Honey?" She asked.

My cock was raging and my heart was pounding again.
I thought, without saying anything but realized
that there was only one answer she wanted to hear
and I couldn't answer.

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear you say. I'll
see what I can do for you. I think Phil is going to
enjoy this." She said. "I bet if we make you
jealous that that cock of yours will stay nice and
puffy like it is right now."

"Whatever you want to do is fine with me
Sweetheart." I said, in total fear and total
excitement of what she was leading me into.

"Good! This is really getting to be a lot more
creative and fun than I ever thought it would be."
She said.

She looked at my cock. It was dripping so much pre-
cum that I couldn't believe it.

Would you like me to start giving you details?"

I didn't want to feel humiliated and have to admit
it, but I did want her to tell me all the details
and I did like her making me admit it to her.

"Yes, I want you to start telling me all the
details." I admitted.

She leaned toward my ear. "Alllllllll the details?"
She tantalized. "Tell me what you want to hear! Do
you want me to tell you how much Phil and other men
turn me on? Do you want to hear all about what we
do together, about their cocks, and what Phil will
make me do?"

"Yes. I want you to tell me." I was out of control
now and my dripping cock seemed to be answering all
the questions for me.

"Good boy! OK, I'll start by telling you what a
beautiful cock Phil has. Tom, you have a very nice
cock, but his is even larger and has a nice full
head with a puffy distinct ridge around it. He
shaves his big balls and all around his cock accept
for a very small patch of hair above the top of its
base."

"He loves the way I lick it and tease it till he
can't hold his cum back any longer. I love
squeezing it and watching the head of it swell up
and get real purple, and especially when it gets
really turned on and starts oozing those clear
droplets of pre-cum. I just love that part." She
looked down at my cock.

"Sort of like you're dripping cock is now." She
smiled. "After I've tease it until he can't take
any more, it's like heaven opens up. I have never
seen a cock produce that much cum. I think I really
turn him on."

"You know how I've never been a woman that thought
much about cum. I used to think I didn't even like
it, all creamy and messy, but he's teaching me how
sexy and erotic it is. It's the core of a man's
sexuality. Tonya says that 'it is the treasure a
woman gets when she has done a good job of exciting
her man, and the more she excites him the more she
gets'.

I don't know what has come over me in the last few
weeks. I think I'm just now realizing just how much
I love cock." She said with a giggle sliding down
into the water and looking back up at me with that
innocent girl look.

"It's like my pussy has woken up and come to life
and I can think of nothing but sex. I can feel her
wanting it all the time."

She looked up at me, her chin just above the suds.
"I don't know what it is, but I do love the
feeling. Should I stop?" She asked teasing me.

"No." I assured her.

"Good,' she said toying with her nipple. "I like
being able to share all this with you. It would be
terrible to be this excited about something and not
be able to tell anyone. Ohhh, come to think of it I
can't wait to tell Tonya. She'll love what I'm
doing."

"I did tell Phil how much you seemed to like my
kisses after I'd been licking and sucking on his
cock." She continued.

"What?" I looked at her in disbelief. "I can't
believe you told him that!" I exhorted.

"Oh it's ok. He thought that was great! I think it
turned him on knowing you had tasted his cock on
your wife's lips. Oh! Believe me, he's kinky. He
wants you to know. He thought it would be fun to
leave some of his cum on my lips tonight for you to
lick off, but I told him that I didn't think you
were quiet ready for that, yet anyway."

I didn't know what to say or how to react. I felt
like I was their plaything.

"Would you like that honey? Want me to be a good
wife and leave some cum on my lips for you when I
come home next time? You know I did swallow it
tonight for him. I guess that was another 'first'
for me."

I couldn't answer.

"I thought so." She said to my non-responds again.
"I can't wait to tell him. Ya know! I think we're
getting to an entirely new level here." She smiled
at me confidently. "He is going to love the fact
that actually I told you what we have been doing."

She reached over the tub, wrapped her warm wet
fingers around my swollen cock and squeezed. "Tell
me. Pleeeease tell me that I can fuck him if I want
to." She demanded, in a little girlie voice, and
stroking me a few times to be sure she got the
responds she wanted.

"Yes Honey. You can fuck him, if you want to." I
agreed. I could not believe the state I was in.
Then she stroked me a few more times for good
measure milking more pre-cum from my uncontrollable
cock.

"Tell me you want me to fuck Phil for you. Now tell
me. I want to hear you say it."

I needed to make love so badly. I needed to fuck so
badly. I needed anything! I was so damned turned
on.

"I want you to fuck Phil for me, I want you to!" I
said.

She smiled. "I think I'm loving our new
arrangement! And I think you're loving our new
arrangement too aren't you Honey?" She said looking
me in the eye, teasingly challenging me to
contradict her, as she continued, now lightly and
more slowly, fondling my warm meat.

The pre-cum seeping out of it was running down the
underside of the head and over her fingers. She
brought her hand up to her mouth and licked it off.

I knew that I was in over my head. "I do like it.
It excites me that you want Phil to fuck you." I
confessed. What was I saying?

"Did it turn you on tonight as much as you thought;
you know, me actually telling you about it?" She
asked.

"More!" I admitted. "Much, much more!"

I leaned down and licked her nipples taking one
into my mouth.

What had I created?' She was now much beyond
calling my bluff. She was leading, and she was
bringing me along for the ride.

She got out of the tub and slipped her shinny body
into her terrycloth robe, dabbing and using it as a
towel. Then she let it fall to her elbows exposing
her breast. She reached down and squeezed one
making her nipple puff out.

"Do you like my nipples!" she said excitedly and
looked at me.

I couldn't take my eyes off them.

She said. "Isn't that erotic."

"Come over here and lick it for me." She squeezed
her breast again and then put her hands under each
one, squeezing them again. She stood there shiny
from the bath and oil. The light from the candles
laid along the edge of her body and backlit her
hair, giving her a centerfold look.

Without saying a word I walked over and licked
under the bottom side of her breast. Then one at
once, I took them in my hands, licking and sucking
like I wanted to milk her. Wishing they had milk in
them, but then that is another fantasy. Then she
kissed me deeply again.

Thank God! I needed to touch her so bad.

"I wish I could give you some more fresh cock
kisses tonight. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"I'd love that!" I said with out a hint of
hesitation.

"Gooooood!" She said with a coo. "Maybe soon I can
give you some very fresh cock kisses."

Then she took my hand, guiding me to our four-
poster bed and pulled the mosquito net back that
enclosed the bedchamber. She climbed in lying back
and letting the robe fall open as she lay against
the large pile of pillows.

I got between her legs and she slipped me into her
waiting pussy. We made love most of the night. She
kept me on fire, teasing me, telling me how much
she enjoyed talking to me like this, and how she
couldn't wait until I watched her tease Phils cock
until he exploded all over her.

Each time she teased me the levels and stakes got
higher.

The Birthday
Chapter 6


The next week Phil had to go out of town on
business.

"Talk about me being ripe to fuck. I am ripe! And
by now, I've got him ripe to explode too!" She said
excitedly. "When I finally do wrap my warm pussy
around Phil, I think he is going to cum buckets."

I was excited that she wanted to fuck Phil. I
wanted her to tell me about it all, in wet detail.
I wanted to watch it and more than anything, I
wanted her to love it. I wanted her to be addicted
to his cock like I was getting addicted to her.

I was like an holy wateric, only I was becoming
addicted to my lusty wife

Friday morning, while we were cleaning up after
breakfast, Karin said, "Tonight Phil is coming back
into town, and wants me to celebrate his birthday
with him. I'm taking the afternoon off to buy some
new clothes and get my nails done. Would you be a
doll and be here? You are a sexy man, I want your
input to help me seduce him?" She asked.

"You don't mind do you Sweetie?" She teased. "I
want to make the night special for him." I looked
at her in an early morning surprise. "I want to be
so erotic that he can't resist me." She said.

"I promise I'll give you all the details." She
pledged, flipping me a token dog/sex bone to tease
me.

She had her nails done in a French Manicure, which
of course Phil had said he liked. She went
shopping, came back laying her plunder on her bed.

She had me pour her a take and run her bath. I lit
the candles in the bath and put on some sexy soft
music. I wanted her to already be in a hot mood
when she saw him, so I wanted to make the
preparation as sexy for her as I could.

"This is so damned sexy." She said, tossing her
hair back and sipping her wine, as she lay in the
tub with me cleaning her. "Don't you think this is
sexy? You cleaning me and preparing me to go out
with another guy? You do think he is sexy, don't
you?"

I sponged her legs covering them with the thick
foamy soap. Then my hand slipped down under the
water inside her thighs. Her legs parted
automatically giving me access. I washed around and
under, turning loose of the sponge and letting my
soapy hand rub her legs and down across her pussy
lips, hesitating there and lightly separating her
lips to see what I would find inside. As I
expected, her pussy was already thinking of him.
She looked up at me as her smile turned up. She
innocently bit the end of her tongue.

"My pussy is so ready to suck on a nice big cock
Tom!" She said.

"Now don't you play with yourself tonight. While
I'm out, I want you to think about me playing with
his big cock. I want you to think about how he is
enjoying your wife."

"I'll tell you what! While I am licking him, I'll
be thinking of you and what a good husband you are
becoming, and how good you are to stay home while
you let me go out and have fun."

Her voice sounded like it was in a tunnel, in a
dream. Here I was, preparing her to tease and
probably seduce another cock.

Later, she was standing there in only her black
thigh highs, black garter belt, and new black
stilettos that gave her another 4 inches. . Of
course, her two-karat rock, and wedding band were
still proud on her finger. The clean aroma of her
hair and skin smelled wonderful.

What was I doing letting this woman out of the
house? What was I doing letting her out of my
sight?

She looked down at the bed. "Panties or no
panties?" She questioned, as though continuing to
ask seductive advice from a gay friend, as though I
had no feelings at all about the matter.

She raised her glass to her lips, surveying the
clothes lying on the bed. I liked the black, very
sheer pair of thong panties, a sheer black bra, and
a black mini that would end up just covering the
top of her thigh highs when she stood.

For the top she would end up wearing a black
turtleneck, shinny silver bracelets with matching
earrings

"No panties for sure!" I said, thinking of what
would turn me on the most if I were he.

She thought a second. "I think I'll wear them!" She
said. "It'll give him another package to open.
Don't cha think"? She said winking warmly.

I agreed. "Yea, men do like surprises and we do
like packages to open. She reached for the panties
and held them up, looking at them.

"But there is something missing!" She said. A
sinister smile crept across her face as an idea
crossed her mind.

"You go mix yourself a take." She told me. "I
thought of something I need to do and I need to run
soon. He'll be waiting for me." With that she
turned and walked into the bathroom pulling the
door to behind her.

I welcomed her suggestion. I had to get out of the
room and gather myself. I went into the bar to pour
myself a take to get composed and understand
exactly the magnitude of what I was doing.

Soon she immerged out of the bedroom dressed and
looking classy and very sexy. She walked over to
me, picked my take out of my hand and took a sip.
After she gave it back to me she reached down
lightly grabbing a handful of cock and balls, and
kissed me deep and sensuous.

"Gotta run Hun!" She said and headed out the door.
"Remember! You can think about what I'm doing, but
don't play with that sweet thing while I'm gone. I
want it fresh when I get in."

With that she disappeared out the door.

Now what do I do? I knew the rest of the night
would be full of my imagination playing scenes of
her kissing him and feeling him. I knew I would try
to watch TV but I would end up wishing I were
watching a video of her licking his shaft and him
rubbing his cock on her face. I knew if I thought
about those images I would be so turned on by the
end of the night, that the white shirts would
probably have to take me away. And most of all, I
knew there was no way I would be able to relax
until I heard the door open and knew she had
returned home.

Phil's Surprise , My Surprise
Chapter 7


I could think of nothing else all night long. I
tried watching TV. I tried reading. I went out to
eat and even tried going to a movie but walked out
halfway through. Visions of them out having a good
time, her making all over him and making love to
him haunted me all night long.

I wondered what kinky things she might be doing for
his birthday.

About 1AM I awoke on the sofa. The tube was full of
snow and I heard Karin talking and giggling at the
front steps just before I heard the key in the
door.

"I will. I will." I could barely make out her
saying as she giggled in through the door.

I closed my eyes pretending to still be arelax as
she tip toed over to me and knelt beside me.

First she pecked light kisses then she began
kissing my lips and lightly licking them. The
sensation sent a wave of through my stomach to my
groin instantly arousing me.

Rolling over onto my back as she continued licking
and kissing my lips, my eyes slowly opened.

She smiled.

She kissed me on the cheek again. "Wakie, wakie!"

She kissed me again, deeper, licking and nibbling
on my lips and running her tongue deep into my
mouth. I couldn't resist. I kissed her deeply back.

"HMMmmmmmm!!!" She said. "Taste anything familiar?"

It was obvious that she had been sucking cock again
and that the taste coated her mouth and cheeks.

She smiled. "Time for your midnight snack." She
giggled her holy water giggle. "Don't you want wake up
and taste his cock on my lips again?"

I said nothing as she again licked all over my lips
letting her tongue venture deep into my mouth. "You
liked it last time." She said not stopping her
kisses.

I licked at her lips and kissed her back.

"I thought about you while I was licking it
tonight." She said between licks and pecks.

"Tell me you like tasting Phil's cock on my lips!"

"I like tasting Phil's cock on you lips." I
confessed.

"Yesssss, Hmmmmmmmm. I know. I licked long and hard
for you so you could get a good taste of what I was
tasting."

After kissing and petting a few minutes she asked
me. "Do you want to see one of the surprises I gave
Phil for his birthday?"

"Yes!" I said.

She stood up. "Well you have to come into the
bedroom to see it." She said leading me again to
the bed.

She took me by the hand and led me to her room
where she told me to undress as she tossed her
multiple pillows against the headboard. Then she
lit the candles.

She pulled her top and bra off revealing her
breast. Her nipples had always been puffy large and
beautiful but tonight they seemed much more erotic
and lusty looking under the candlelight.

She unsnapped the mini skirt, but leaving the black
sheer panties, thigh highs and garters on.

As she tossed her skirt to the side she told me to
stand there and play with my cock for her while she
watched.

I did. I stood at the end of the bed and stroked my
cock.

She laid back against the pillows and spread her
legs letting her fingers slide under her panties
and I watched as she played under the fabric
pulling a finger out every so often licking and
lightly sucking on it never taking her eyes off my
meat.

She just gazed at it telling me how much she loved
looking at cocks and how she liked watching me play
with mine. She talked trash like never before,
admitting to me how much she was enjoying having a
lover and my knowing it.

"It's much better than having another cock in
secret you know!" She said. "I like that you know
what I'm doing. Especially since you won't or can't
do a thing about it. That is exciting me to no
end."

"Of course you can stop this anytime you want to,
you know. All you have to do is say the word." She
smiled silent, then she looked up at me. "But you
won't! Will you?

"No I won't." I said.

"You love me this way." She said. Her eyes never
left my bulging cock. "Tell me I can have all the
cock I want!"

"You can have all the cock you want Honey!"

"I love it when they give me their nice hot cum
after I've been teasing them all night."

"Don't you dare cum!" She commanded refusing to
give me any much needed relief.

She motioned me to bring it up to her lips and took
it deep into her warm mouth, almost causing me to
instantly cum. It was all I could possibly do not
to explode.

She took it out and licked all over it, then pulled
my face to her lips and kissed me deeply.

"Now you can taste two cocks on my lips. Do you
like tasting two cocks on my lips?" She asked. "I
love it!" she said with excitement. "I love the
idea of it."

I was immersed. She had had two cocks in her mouth
that night and loved it. I looked down at her full
pouty lips and thought of them wrapped around two
cocks that night.

"I love having more than one cock in a night. It
makes me feel more like a woman." She said with a
smile. "A hot, trashy woman. Getting satisfied and
loving it." She said still playing with herself.

She talked to me 'til she could hold back no
longer. Her eyes closed and she arched her back
stretching into a wonderful, straining orgasm as I
watched.

She lay there for a few seconds and after she
regained herself, she looked up at me still
standing there with my cock in my hand.

She pulled my face down to her breast, holding it
in one hand and fed my lips to her nipple. I licked
it then took the big nipple completely into my
mouth and sucked as she lay back letting out a
sigh.

I was like a starving young.

With a big smile she gently pushed my face to her
panties. I could make out her pussy lips through
the sheer nylon panties.

Her knees came up and her legs spread giving me
full access.

"Kiss my panties!" she beaconed. I kissed lightly
all over the mound. I could smell the sex all
around and the failure smell of cologne that I had
smelled when I had been around Phil.

"Want to see my surprise to Phil?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Are you ready to unwrap the package?" She asked
teasingly.

She looked marvelous, more radiant than I had ever
seen her. Her hair fell back and curled against the
pillows. She looked long and sleek, her thigh high
black hose and garters shaped her waist and flat
stomach perfectly.

She giggled pulling her knees together and pulling
her panties off then lowered and spread her legs
for me again.

Then I was taken back! I could in no way control my
actions. Below her flat stomach was a smooth white
mound, bald and smooth as a baby's rear. I was
ensnared. I had never lusted after her this way.

"I shaved my pussy for him." She said. "He said he
loved shaved pussy lips, so I just went ahead and
shaved it all for him."

That above all things turned me on too, a slick
shaved pussy, and she would never do that for me
'Too much effort'. And now I was looking at her
pussy, bald and smooth, up close for the first
time.

"He said it was, 'Much slicker to make love to and
much softer and more erotic to lick'."

"You like?" She said lightly rubbing her long
fingers over her mound and down between her thighs
spreading her pussy lips very slightly.

I was mortified. I wanted to hold her, and make
love to her, my sexy damn wife.

But I was locked there between her legs watching
her tease me.

"Do you approve?" She asked.

"You are the most erotic woman I have ever seen!" I
said from the depths of my heart, and her new
boldness in bed just inflamed me more.

Her pussy seemed almost vulgar it was so sensual.
It seemed much larger. Her lips were extremely
engorged and full to the point of looking like a
juicy over ripe fruit that was bursting open. Her
enter lips were slick and seemed to long for a
cock.

I kissed all over her bald mound, laying my face on
her flat stomach as she lay her hands against the
back of my head. Then I put my face to her,
smelling and taking in her sexuality. The smell of
his cologne hit me again. I was sure he had finally
been there that night.

I was overcome and felt that I had given in to my
desire for her to fuck other cocks. I pulled back
slightly to look again. I was captured.

She giggled. "Phil loved it!" She said, slipping
one hand down to the top of her pussy. "And he got
it especially nice and wet for you tonight."

"I'm sure he did." I smiled, my red running hot
through my veins, and my face flush.

I was longing to taste her, to put my face in it.

She ran one hand down letting her long slender
fingers cover her pussy. Then she let one finger
easily slip inside and stir smearing her lips with
the juices as she pulled it out and offered her
glazed finger to me.

I reached out and took it into my mouth closing my
eyes. "HMMMMMmmmm"

"You like?" She asked with a coy smile.

"I love!" I said.

"Good boy, then you can have the present that Phil
sent you."

I wasn't hearing or even concerned with what she
was saying now. All I could think of was licking
that beautiful pussy as I leaned forward and placed
a gentle kiss on her fingers, and then on the top
of her mound. Laying her knees ever further apart,
she gave me full access to her pussy as she reached
down with her fingers, putting her long red nails
on either side of her lips, coating them and
pulling the lips apart for me.

Then I saw it. There it was, there was no question.
Her pussy was full of cum. Her panties had been
holding it inside for me.

My body was electrified. I looked up at her and she
smiled back at me. "Happy birthday from Phil. He
said, if you liked kissing me, after I had sucked
on his cock, then you might like licking my new
shaved pussy after he had filled it. Phil's gift to
you for being so understanding."

She slid two fingers inside coating them with the
thick cum and smeared it all over the outside of
her pussy lips, then wiped the last of it on my
lips, as I blankly looked back at her. Then she
went inside, coating her fingers again, and this
time bringing them to her mouth and licking her
fingers clean.

I looked back down. She was full of cum! It was
oozing out of the bottom of her slit.

She looked at me waiting. Her lips were now glazed
with his cum.

"My fantasy," She said. "has always been, for you
to lick my pussy after another man had filled it. I
just never thought you could handle it."

"And you know, now, I think this has actually what
you've always wanted too." She said.

I couldn't take my eyes off her glistening lips as
she talked. I felt like a man haveged.

I kissed her outer lips and then with my thumbs
spread her lips and my tongue scooped up the juices
flowing out of her pussy. God it was better, more
erotic than I had always imagined.

Her head fell back against the pillows. "Yessssss!
Oh god yesssssss!"

She raised her hips to me. "Lick his cum out of me.
I want you to taste his cum!"

All my inhibitions left me and I devoured her slick
pussy. I licked and lapped trying to get every
morsel. At that point, I didn't care what she
thought of me for doing it.

"Ohhhh god I can't believe this. I can't believe
it." She moaned. "Lick that pussy baby, lick all
the cum out of it. I saved it for you.

I licked her deep like I had never done before.

"I'm soooooo glad you like it. Is it nice and warm
for you baby?"

She was so decadent. I had never seen or even
imagined this side of her.

"I love it?" I replied. "Ohhhhhh I do love it."

It was still warm and thick.

"Ohhhhhh, I love that you love it." She said. "God
I can't believe that you are actually doing It. God
you are a sexy man. You like licking another mans
cum out of my pussy?"

"Do you love my pussy?" She asked? "Do you love
me?" She went on.

"I do!!!" I exclaimed "Ohhhhhh god I love you so
much. I'll do anything you want. I'll do anything
your pussy wants me to."

"Does his cum taste good Baby?"

"Ohhhh this is so erotic. Yes, it does taste good."

She stretched arching her back and her legs
spreading wide for me. "I have never felt like
this. I feel so damned decadent. I feel like a
slut, a wonderful and free sexy slut wife."

Her lips were so puffy and turned on. They were so
slick and rolled and slid underneath his cum and my
lips. Her juices were flowing and mixing with his.
It was such an erotic feeling. I could not believe
how much cum he had filled her with.

"Do you like your baby like this?" She asked. "You
like me being your slut wife and enjoying another
cock?"

"Yes I love you like this!"

"Meee toooo! I love me like this."

I licked it deep and all over all the way up there
her navel and down to her ass. I was engulfed by
it. Her pussy and I seemed to be the only things on
earth.

The more decadent she was now, the more I loved it.
My body was tingling at what I was doing, as she
rotated her pussy into my face. I felt like a man
possessed by lust and I wanted more.

As she came, her pussy convulsed, and contracted as
though it were alive, delivering more cum to me
from deep within. It felt as though it had a mind
of its' on. It was like it wanted a cock to milk.
Like her pussy was my master and now I wanted to
please it. It was amazing. It was not my pet but I
was its' pet.

"You like my pussy feeding you other men's cum?
Don't you?" She persisted, grinding it into my lips
and making me to admit that I loved her like this,
lusting and in control.

"Tell me!" She said. "I want to hear you say it.
You like me sucking other cocks. Don't you? You
like me telling you about it."

"I do!" I said looking up at her lying there back
against her pillows. "I love you sucking other
cocks."

I lapped again until I thought I had it all and
moved up to her. She put my face in her hands and
pulled me to her. She began kissing me, licking his
cum off my lips and cheeks and out of my mouth.

Then she looked at me straight in the eye and
asked. "Do you want more?"

I looked at her and said. "Ohhhh yessss. I want
more!"

"You want me to enjoy more cock and bring you more
cum?"

"Yessssss!" I confessed

She smiled and said "Gooooooood!

With that she rolled me over on my back and
straddled me in a 69 position with her pussy over
my face. Lowering it to me she let her lips just
touch mine and I began to lick the new escaping
juices from her pussy.

She pressed it lightly to my face so I could lick
deeper and savor all the juices from her.

"That's it baby take his cum out of there. Make my
pussy happy. Phil is going to love it when I tell
him this!"

My heart stopped as I lay there under her. I
thought of her telling Phil? I'd thought this was a
private moment for us.

We finished and rolled back over. She positioned me
on top, with my cock in her face.

"Poor baby! All turned on and no attention." She
looked up at me. "I bet he has a lot of cum stored
up for momma too.

"Your not going to tell Phil about this are you?" I
said voicing my concern.

"Ohhh don't mind Phil, he will love it. He thinks
you're a latent Cuckold husband anyway."

With that she tugged down on my balls with one hand
and pulled back tight on my shaft with the other
almost making me cum on the spot.

"If you're good, I'll invite him over and let you
watch him fuck me. Would you like to see me licking
on his big cock?"

"Yes, I would like to see that." I admitted.

"You've imagined it for years, haven't you? For
years, when we've been making love, or when you
were lying there in the bed, playing with you cock;
in your mind, you've watched me licking on another
cock and it fucking me."

She looked up at me devilishly and down at my
oozing cock. It was so turned on.

She played with herself, not taking her eyes off my
cock.

Pre-cum began oozing out of the head again and down
the underside as I slowly stroked my cock, just
inches from her face. With her finger she reached
over and scooped the drops, then put her fingers
back between her legs and rubbed it between her
lips, using my precum as a lubricant on her clit.

"So do you think he deserves to cum now?"

"Ohhhhh yea!" I said with out hesitation. "He needs
to cum so bad.

"Mmmmmm, I think he does tooo. Besides, I want him
to cum!" she teased looking at it like an old
friend.

She took it in her mouth and the warmth and wetness
shook though me. It was all I could do to not shoot
off immediately. I strained as she toyed with my
swollen cock, licking it and teasing it, slapping
it against her face, then sucking it again.

She pulled back and looked at me and smiled like
some a vamp that had just done something naughty
and said. "I think I like our new arrangement."

"Now slide that big cock inside me and make love to
your wife." She said then kissed me, the way only
love can kiss.

At last, I could make love to my wife. I moved down
between her legs and my cock easily entered the
warm slippery envelope of her shaved pussy. She
squeezed the muscles of her pussy causing me to
feel it deep inside, especially around the head.

But before I could begin driving my cock inside
her, she stopped me'.

"You know what?" She smiled. "I'm going to make you
prove it to me. If you want me to enjoy myself, and
you think you can handle this, then I'm going to
make you really prove it to me!"

"I'll do what ever I have to, to prove it." I said.
"I like you like this."

"Don't be so sure. I may make you watch Phil fuck
me and then make you lick me clean, while he
watches you. Ohhhh, I can come up with all sorts of
test to make you prove it. I may even make you lick
his cock clean after he's cum in me."

"If you want to keep me this excited and turned on,
then believe me, my sexy husband! You'll be proving
it to me, over and over!"

"Oh!" She stopped me for a second. "Did I tell you
that Phil wants us to all have dinner together?"

How did I get in this position? All of this, I had
not bargained for!

I had a simple fantasy of watching my wife having
sex with another man. I didn't know she was going
to be so taken with him and dominated by him, and
especially that I was going to be a pawn in the
game, but it was turning me on in a way I'd never
felt before. I was in a contestant state of
arousal.

It was like Tonya and Phil were giving her some new
mind set. Now they both had her believing that she
should allow Phil to be dominating her and setting
all the rules.

She wasn't about to give him up and still give me
my fantasy, so I was going to have to play their
game, the way they controlled it, or just forget it
all.

"Now slide that big cock into your little wife, and
give her what she wants. Let's get this fantasy
headed where it should be." She said slipping me
into her.

My cock glided in and out of her slick pussy and
almost immediately filled her with a huge new
deposit of warm cum.

We made love most of the night talking trash to
each other, teasing and loving.

Little did I know where her self-revelation and
freedom was going to lead? Her adventures were just
beginning.

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Office Slut


As I wake in the morning I go take shower and I finish
shaving my body. I am totally smooth even my cock and
balls are clean and smooth just like a baby. I dress in
a business suit but I wear women's panties underneath,
and stockings too. I check myself one last time in the
mirror. My cock is hard already just thinking about going
to work this way. And all those hard cocks that I will
suck, if only they will let me.

As I arrive at work I see Jimmy Taylor the janitor. He is
dark black with a shaven head. I say hello to him he
looks at the obvious bulge in my pants and he paws my
crotch and squeezes my throbbing cock through the
material.

I look at him and mumble, "I don't have much time."

He just looks at me at smiles. We walk to an empty office
down the corridor and once inside he locks the door.
Without saying anything I get on my knees and he pulls
out his thick black snake. I open my mouth and take him
down my throat as far as I can. He begins to fuck my
mouth, like his boss soon will.

I almost gag when he cums in my mouth. I look up at his
face and can see that he's enjoying his cum and my mouth
work. His eyes are close and a low man escapes his lips
as his body jerks. Then finally he opens his eyes and
looks down at me again and pulls out.

I quickly clean up and go to my workspace. Ralph Howard
comes up to me; he says that he needs my help in the
storeroom. I know what he wants so I happily follow him
only to find two other guys there too.

I am roughly pushed into the room and they follow,
shutting and bolting the door. I'm told to strip. I do as
I'm told, but when they see my panties and stockings held
by a garter my cock is so hard that it pokes up from the
top of my panties.

Pre-cum is leaking from the tip just. "Man look at the
fucking slut," one of the men says as I stand there.

I'm told to get on my knees like a good slut, and I do as
I'm told. I wait for their hard cocks; they all pull them
out. I begin to suck on one big one while jacking another
man. I feel my panties being pulled to one side, and my
ass is being fingered. I soon feel a cock in at ass hole,
it feels so hot!

I suck the cock in my mouth faster and harder as the dick
from behind squeezes into me, soon my eager partner is
fucking me in the ass.

Once I've been fucked by all of them, each cumming in my
ass. I dress and go to the bathroom to wash my ass out
then back to my workspace.

Later that day I'm called into my boss' office. He sits
behind his desk, "Come," he says, "I need you to relieve
my heavy nuts of some cum."

I take off my clothes he sees my panties and it makes his
cock even harder as I suck it. I love his hot black meat
I suck his balls too.

"Yes you're a good cum slut," he says as I take his cum.

I finish my day as it starts with Jimmy`s the janitor's
cock in my mouth...

THE END

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Hickey


It all started when I noticed a hickey on my wife's
neck. I just got a glimpse of it but I knew instantly
what it was and that I hadn't put it there. Hell how
could I have? We hadn't had sex in almost two weeks, and
if the truth be known our marriage was heading for the
rocks.

But even though we were drifting apart I had never --
even in my wildest dreams -- thought that my honey would
cheat on me. We'd been high school sweethearts and had
been virgins the first time we made love. I had always
been faithful and I just assumed that she was too.

I can still remember how our friends had teased Laura
and I when we first started going together in school. We
looked like brother and sister. We were both slender and
both 5' 11" tall with light brown hair and dark brown
eyes. Even I had to admit that we looked like siblings.

But the important thing was we weren't. We were
attracted to each other to the exclusion of all else.
The sex was intense and plentiful and the pleasure
extreme. It was a match made in heaven. At least until
she got pregnant 4 months before graduation.

We both graduated from high school and then got married.
I mean what else could we do?

Now 12 years and 3 youngren later we were growing apart.
But damnit Laura was still sexy looking and I didn't
want to lose her. And there were the kids to think about
too.

So when I first saw the evidence for my wife's betrayal,
I didn't blow my top. In fact I didn't say anything at
all. But I did begin to think about what I should do
about it and finally decided that I would spy on her to
see where she went and with whom.

You see, I work from my home office as a marketing
consultant. The business was the legacy of Laura's dad
who had built the client list and had run the company
for almost 20 years before bringing me in and then
promptly getting himself *******ed in a car accident within
the first year. I was able to keep things going, and had
to admit that it was great to have the freedom to work
from home.

It also gave me the freedom to spy on my wife if needs
be.

Our usual days routine was me in the office from 9 to 5
and Laura doing the house work, getting the kids off to
school and then she'd go out shopping and do the family
errands until it was time for the kids to come home from
school. Although over the past few months she was
getting home later and later in the afternoon.

That night my stomach was in knots. I was hurt and
jealous, and angry too. When, after Laura had turned the
light out and rolled over to relax with her back to me,
I tried to approach her for a little sex. It was an
unsuccessful attempt. She pushed me away saying that she
was too tired. As usual I complained that it had been
weeks and whined that "man cannot live on bread alone"
which was my usual refrain when this happened.

Rejected I rolled over to face the wall and until I
finally drifted off into a troured relax I lay there
imagining my pretty wife in bed, getting screwed by some
strange man. What really hurt was the thought that she
must be enjoying this cheating mister of a bitch to let him
give her that hickey. She hadn't let me do that to her
in years. She always said that it was embarrassing to be
seen like some teenage kid with a hickey. I fumed in
rejected anger.

The next day as usual around 2 p.m. Laura came by the
office door to let me know she was leaving. And as usual
I told her to "drive safely" and waved to her breezily
as she headed out the front door. I waited for a few
moments and then followed her.

It was strange following my wife without her knowledge.
And for some reamister that I couldn't quite fathom it was
also arousing. I realized that I had a hard on right
from the beginning.

I spent over an hour trailing my wife from store to
store. She went to a book store, and then to a health
food store, then it happened. She was driving in the
general direction of home and I thought that my little
hunt for the truth was going to be a bust. But suddenly
she pulled into an apartment complex parking lot.

It was one of those seedy looking places with studio and
1 and 2 bedroom apartments that had been built in a
hurry with cheap materials and looked like it. I slowed
down and then carefully pulled in after her. I just saw
her disappearing into the building as I pulled into a
spot several spaces down from her car.

Jumping out and hurriedly following Laura I was just
barely able catch a glimpse of her climbing the stairs
to the second floor. I stood still and peered around the
corner as she knocked on the door of unit 201. I watched
as she stood there waiting, my heart was pounding and I
couldn't really believe that she was really going to see
an illicit lover. I kept hoping that it would turn out
to be some girlfriend that we both knew or a PTA buddy,
something, anything other than what appeared in the
doorway.

A burly man around my age came into view. He looked
rough and a little grubby as far as I was concerned. His
appearance reminded me of a construction worker being
that he had sunburnt arms and face while the upper arms
not covered by his undershirt where almost white. He
even had a bit of a beer gut I noticed.

What the fuck was Laura cheating on me with some beer
guzzling ditch digger for? Why would she do that? I just
couldn't understand it. I mean, I was okay in bed. I
didn't have any of those sexual problems that you read
about. No premature ejaculation. No limp dick syndrome,
I liked women, and frankly after getting my rocks off
once I could pretty much last as long as needed the
second time around.

So why the ditch digger?

As I thought about what must be going on in that
apartment; images began to pass before my eyes. That
creep's dirty rough hands pulling Laura's blouse off
over hear pretty head. His nasty fingers touching her
body pinching her swollen nipples, his beard-stubred
cheek brushing against her smooth check as he lay atop
her grunting his lust out in gushes of dirty cum,
defiling my honey, emasculating me with each grotesque
thrust.

I couldn't take it any longer. I had to stop this now!
NOW DAMNIT!

I don't know what I was thinking, maybe I was beyond
rational thought. Having ones wife being boinked by some
strange man could have that effect on just about any
husband I guess. I was not a fighter, and the truth be
told I probably knew on some level that I was getting
into something quite over me head.

But I was furious, I didn't care what happened to me,
and I guess I thought that my righteous indignation
would carry the day. Well, it didn't.

I pounded up the stairs and tried the door handle to the
apartment. It is a measure on my inner turmoil that it
didn't even surprise me that when I turned the door
handle the door swung inward, letting me inter the
apartment unannounced.

Instantly I knew I was too late. I could her Laura
yelling, "YES, YES, OH FUCK YES!" in a groaning excited
passionate voice that I hadn't heard in years. I knew
instantly that this stranger was royally fucking her.

Unable to calculate the outcome of my actions I stormed
into the bedroom and opened my mouth to scream "Jezebel"
"Whore" "Cheating bitch" but instead I was rooted to the
floor. The pain of betrayal stabbed at my chest as I
watched this grubby ditch digger type plowing my ardent
wife. His white ass rising and falling as he thrust into
her. Her lovely legs raised high, heels digging into his
ass powering him in even deeper on the down thrusts.

The smell of sex, the sight of a strange man doing to my
wife what I wanted to do. He was doing to her what she
would no longer let me do. Just the night before she'd
rejected me, and now the cheating bitch was wildly
fucking this beer bellied bastard.

I lost it when that fucking bastard grunted one last
time and shoved hard into Laura and held his tense body
tightly against her's. I knew that the cuckolds brownie head was
emptying himself in her. He was dumping his dirty load
into my wife, I went insane.

I jumped to action. With a yell agony I ran into the
room and grabbed the bastard by an arm and pulled him
off Laura causing him to fall off the bed and onto the
floor. Laura had her eyes closed savoring his orgasm,
but when I entered the room and pulled her lover off her
she opened her eyes and shrieked in surprise.

Then I was on my knees with a ringing in my ears. It
took a moment before I realized what had happened, but
when the pain rushed over me I knew that "beer belly"
had struck me a blow on the back of my head. I almost
blacked out, I wanted to vomit, but I fought to remain
conscious.

Through a fog I heard my wife explaining who I was and
then the man sort of laughed and I heard him say, "Fuck
he looks like your brother Laura, man you two look like
brother and sister."

I was vaguely surprised that he was laughing, then I
heard him say, "He's a nice lookin' bastard, your
husband." I realized that he had an Australian accent,
at least I thought it might be Australian.

Then rough hands picked me up by the collar of my shirt
and I felt like I was hanging from his fist as he looked
me over. "Yeah, he's a nice looking mic, looks a lot
like you love." He commented almost conversationally.

Then as I stood there still dazed from the blow to the
head I began to wonder what I should do next. then the
man began to unbutton my shirt. I didn't fight him,
actually I was afraid of him, that blow was the worst
pain I'd suffered in my life. No one had ever hit me
that hard before and all I wanted to do at that moment
was get away from him.

Laura said, "Phil, what'cha gonna do to him? I think you
should just send him on his way. He didn't hurt you."
Laura pleaded with the man. "Eric why did you have to
follow me, now you're in for it." My wife said to me
when she realized that "Phil" wasn't going to let me go.

Phil said, "I don't much like being pulled off my bird
right at the important moment. I reckon this bloke of
yours owes me."

I was flabbergasted as I stood there in this man's
powerful grip. First my shirt was pulled off then he
pulled my belt loose and popped the snap at my waist and
said, "Drop the britches mate!"

When I didn't move he smacked my along the side of my
head and yelled, "Strip NOW asshole or I'll beat you
senseless!"

Sweating bullets I did as I was told, taking all of my
clothes off and standing there with my hands over my
crotch trembling in fear. The only gratifying thing
about the whole thing was my wife's pleas to the brute
to not hurt me. At least she still had some feelings for
me.

Then the bastard threw me for a loop. In response to my
wife's plea, he pulled me to him and kissed me on the
mouth. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there as
he deep kissed me like I was a girl. I felt humiliated
as I felt his tongue power its way between my lips and
begin to play with my tongue just like I might have with
Laura a few years back.

Finally I couldn't take any more, I had to do something
so I pulled away from his mouth and tried to escape from
his grip. But it was futile. I felt fingers grab at my
exposed balls and begin to squeeze and that stopped my
brief attempt at freedom. I knew what could happen if
this bastard decided to really hurt me.

Then he pulled me by my nuts over to the bed. "I think
I'd like sommit new love, you don't mind do you sweets?"
He said to my wife.

Laura just stood there. I glanced over at her as this
mister of a bitch pushed me down onto the bed, still
holding my balls in a death grip. I could see my wife
watching us, she had a strange look on her face,
something between fear and excitement. But as this
monster pushed me down on my back and climbed on top of
me I lost my view of Laura's face.

"Now little man, I think I'll be enjoying Laura's hubby
fer a bit, you don't mind do yeah mate?" he said as he
lay atop me and spread my legs apart with his knees.

I was going to say yes I did mind but I didn't get the
chance. He was on me again with his kissing as his naked
body pressed mine into the damp mattress. I could barely
see my wife as she stood watching this ass hole
humiliate me. It occurred to me that we must look really
bizarre.

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Kenya Safari Gone Bad


THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT, GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT THAT
INCLUDE ****, GANG ****, MUTILATION, AND HUMILIATION. YOU
MUST BE 21 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER TO READ THIS. IF YOU ARE
NOT 21 OR OLDER, STOP NOW. THIS STORY IS FANTASY. **** IS
A TERRIBLE CRIME AND THIS STORY IN NO WAY CONDONES
VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN. IT IS WRITTEN SOLELY FOR SEXUAL
READING PLEASURE.

Cindy and Jim had been married for two weeks when then
arrived in Kenya for their safari. They had planned the
trip as part of an extended honeymoon. Both had wanted to
see the naturals of Africa, and a safari in Kenya was just
the ticket. Married only two weeks, Cindy wanted to tease
Jim and had been wearing very provocative clothes. On one
day she had worn shorts so tight and skimpy Jim could see
the outline of her cunt lips in the crotch and her ass
stuck out of the legs in back. When Cindy sat down, she
would prop one leg up on the chair so Jim would have a
clear view of her cunt up the leg of her shorts.

To keep things exciting, Cindy had shaved her cunt the
day of the marriage. It had turned Jim on so much, Cindy
kept it shaved. Every night had been a fuck-fest with Jim
sometimes fucking her 2 or 3 times a night. Cindy was so
sensitive; she frequently had multiple orgasm during each
fucking.

All of this adventure had encouraged Cindy to keep
dressing like a slut and teasing Jim. She noted that the
intensity of his fuckings increased depending on how
slutty she dressed. She had the figure, only 5 feet, 4
inches tall, long, blond hair, a 36D, 18, 24 that drove
Jim wild and invited the interest of other men. Cindy's
dress excited Jim, and the stares and leers of other men,
excited Cindy.

Arriving in Kenya, Cindy and Jim had checked into a
hotel. That night, Jim had fucked Cindy on the balcony of
their hotel room. Cindy had simply leaned over the rail
watching the people below while Jim pushed her short
skirt above her hips and proceeded to finger-fuck her to
get her wet, then slid his 8 inch cock deep into her
sopping, wet, pussy. Cindy moaned as Jim pounded her
pussy for about 10 minutes.

The thrill of people walking belong her and Jim fucking
her sent Cindy over the edge quickly and she had to bite
her lip to prevent her from shouting due to the intensity
of her orgasm. Jim had kept his semi-hard cock buried
deep in Cindy's cunt and made her walk to the bed
impaled. Cindy fell across the bed as Jim's cock came to
life once more and he fucked her again bringing her to
two more orgasm before he shot another load deep inside
her. They collapsed, exhausted, and woke late in the
morning.

Their safari did not start for a couple of days, so Cindy
and Jim decided to do a little sightseeing on their own.
That morning, Cindy put on white, cotton, sundress that
barely covered her ass. She worn no bra or panties and
when she bent just slightly she exposed her ass and cunt.
She completed the outfit with a pair of red high heels
held on with thin, ankle straps. As they left the hotel,
Jim commented she looked like a hooker and he couldn't
keep his hands off her.

They quickly found a car rental and after some
negotiation, rented a small car and started out of town.
They had driven for about two hours, taking turns to look
at different naturals. Jim had kept his hand on Cindy's
pussy, fingering her clit and working her up to orgasm,
then just abruptly stopping. Her dress had been pushed
above her waist most to the trip. Jim decided it was time
to return and pulled off the road to turn around.

As he backed up, the rear tires became marred in the soft
ground and just spun as Jim tried to pull the car back on
the roadway. Cindy teased Jim about fucking him right
there as he got out to look at the car.

Suddenly he noticed several figures in the distance. As
he strained his eyes, he realized that it was several
men, native men in full dress. The men were wearing
loincloths only, but they were painted on their chest and
each carried a spear and shield. There must have been 20
of them as they approached Jim and Cindy. Jim ordered
Cindy to stay in the car and fix herself.

The natives descended rapidly on Jim grabbing him and
throwing him to the ground. Several surrounded him
holding him at bay with their spears while the remainder
pulled Cindy from the car. Jim tried to reamister with them,
but none appeared to speak English. Jim watched in horror
as all but two of the men, left to guard him, surrounded
Cindy.

Cindy's fear heightened as the natives surrounded her.
One who appeared to be the leader walked directly up to
her and before she could defend herself, he ripped the
front of her dress completely away. This exposed her
breast and shaved cunt to the crowd of men. Jim quickly
got up to rush to Cindy's assistance and was just as
quickly knocked back to the ground. Cindy began to scream
as the natives pounced on her like bees and had her
completely stripped including her shoes.

Cindy tried to cover herself, placing her hands over her
breast and shaved cunt, but the leader would just knock
her hands away. He then pushed Cindy onto her knees on
the ground. Two men held the point of their spears at her
neck while the leader knelt behind Cindy. Jim watched as
the leader pulled up his loincloth to revealed a rock-
hard cock that had to be 16 inches long and thick as a
takeing glass.

Tears streaked Cindy's face and she tensed as she felt
the hard cock at the opening of her pussy. She was
thankful it was still wet from the Jim's fingering when
she felt how large the cock was as the leader shoved the
entire length into her pussy with one thrust. He said
something to the other men and they laughed further
humiliating Cindy as she endured the ****. The leader
pounded Cindy's cunt without mercy and in just a few
short minutes he tensed and deposited his seed deep
inside her.

Jim hung his head down as he realized that the men were
all going to fuck Cindy. They were lining up behind the
leader each massaging massive cocks. Jim realized some
must be 18 inches long. He wondered how Cindy would
survive the vulgar ****. Jim's eyes were riveted to the
scene in front of him. Each man would kneel behind Cindy
and easily slide his massive cock into her cunt.

By the fourth man, Jim could tell that Cindy was
beginning to enjoy the stimulation in spite of the ****.
Her eyes were closed and she was beginning to rock back
as the men plunged forward. Jim watched as Cindy bit her
lower lip and tensed and he knew she was having an
orgasm. Jim was relieved that the men appeared to only
want to fuck Cindy in the cunt as they ignored her
hanging breast, ass, and mouth.

After the last of 15 men had fucked Cindy and she had
climaxed at least 10 times Jim noted, they rolled her
onto her back and tied her hands and feet. They then
turned their attention to him.

The two men guarding Jim powerd him to his feet. The
leader stood in front of Jim and yelled something in his
native tongue at Jim. When Jim did not move, he was
pushed and a spear tip placed under his chin. Jim
tremred and tried to understand the hand motions of the
leader finally realizing that the leader wanted Jim to
remove his clothes.

Jim quickly began to unbutton his shirt and in minutes
was standing completely naked in front of the natives,
hands covering his soft cock. The leader knocked Jim's
hands away and the natives all began pointing a Jim soft
cock and obviously laughing. Jim was crimmistered as he
looked over at Cindy.

Cindy was lying on her back, naked, hands and feet tied
straining her head to look at Jim while one of the
natives guarding her was rubbing the blunt end of his
spears between her cunt lips. The natives around Jim were
stroking their enormous cocks, while pointing at Jim. Jim
franticly noted that the native with the smallest cock
couldn't be more than 16 years old and yet had at least a
12-inch erection.

The leader powerd Jim on his knees just like Cindy and
yelled at the teenage native who promptly knelt behind
Jim. Jim craned his neck to look behind him to be met by
the tip of a spear. When Jim felt the hard cock at the
entrance of his ass he tried to move away. Quickly a
spear was driven through his outstretched hand stopping
any movement and impaling it to the ground. This caused
Jim to yell in pain.

Just as he began yelling from the spear the teenager
drove his 12-inch cock into Jim's asshole. Jim arched his
back at such pain in his ass and in his hand. He was
disgusted as he felt the boy's balls slapping up against
his ass as the teenager butt fucked him with the fury of
young passions. He looked over to see Cindy humping her
hips up and down as her guard fucked her with the long
shaft of the spear. She was oblivious to Jim's fate. Jim
was thankful for the native's youth as he quickly came in
Jim's ass leaving his cock inside Jim until is was soft.

As the native removed his cock, Jim could feel the cum
leaking from his ass down his thigh. Mercifully, Jim was
not subjected to the gangbang Cindy experienced, but was
bounded hands and feet. Two natives ran off into a stand
of trees while Jim laid on his stomach and tried to
comprehend what was happening. Looking over he found
Cindy had been turned over on her stomach and Jim could
see the gobs of cum on her thighs and her partially
opened, bare cunt. Cindy's cunt lips were swollen and red
and her clit was sticking out, hard, and engorged from
all the stimulation.

The natives returned from the stand of trees with two
long poles. Cindy and Jim were flipped over onto their
backs and the long poles were slide between their arms
and legs. Two natives got at each end of the poles and
lifted Jim and Cindy like wild game. Cindy screamed from
the pain in her arms caused by her own weight. As Jim was
lifted he saw red on his thighs and realized he must be
reding after the butt fucking. His speared hand was
swollen, but thankfully not reding. Jim just let his
head hang back as the group trotted off carrying Cindy
and Jim back to their camp.

The pace was very quick and shortly the group entered
their camp with their captured prey. Jim could hear Cindy
screaming but could not see what was happening. Cindy was
slid off the pole and the native men had quickly untie
her and powerd her onto her knees and were fucking her.
Cindy was now more afraid that aroused and was trying to
crawl away while impaled on the native's huge cock.

The natives thought it was great fun for Cindy to be
crawling like a dog on the ground while the native
plunged his 16 inches in and out of her used cunt. He
quickly came and another native grabbed Cindy by the hips
and pulled her to him. His massive rod was at least 20
inches in length and 4 inches thick. He tried to shove it
into Cindy's used hole, but even with all the cum and
her juices, it would not go much past the tip.

Upset, the native pulled out and jerked Cindy over on to
her back. Cindy's eyes were wide with terror as she saw
the native's massive tool poised to rip her cunt open.
She screamed as two native women grabbed her legs and
pulled them over her head and then stretched them out to
the side fully exposing Cindy and opening her cunt to
accommodate the full size of the cock. As Cindy screamed
she couldn't take her eyes off his rod as the tip, then
the head slid into her cunt. With her cunt shaved, Cindy
watched in terror as her cunt lips stretched and widened
around the thickness of his cock.

After he had powerd the head of his cock past Cindy's
cunt lips, the remainder of his tool slid easily inside
her. With her legs pulled over her head and stretched
out, she could feel his balls against her ass. The weight
and size of his scrotum matched the size of the native's
dick. Cindy gasped and began to scream again as the
native slowly pulled his 20 inches almost completely out
of her, and then quickly shoved it all the way back in
till his balls slapped against her ass like a paddle. He
continued that rhythm, slowly out, quickly in with Cindy
screaming with each stroke.

He finally drove deep inside of her and Cindy could feel
her uterus shift to one side to accommodate his size as
he sprayed his cum filling her womb. The native continued
to cum so much that even with Cindy's cunt tightly
stretched around his cock, it leaked around the sides.
Cindy's screams had subsided to sobs and she watched as
he removed himself and his cum mixed with her red
flowed from her disgustingly opened hole. The women
released her legs and Cindy just rolled over and tried to
block the nightmare that was occurring out of her mind.

Jim could hear Cindy's screams, but could not do anything
to help her. He was slid from the pole and dragged to a
spot between two trees standing about eight feet apart.
Vines were placed on his hands and feet and the natives
pulled on the vines and suspended him between the trees.
His armpits immediately ached as his arms were pulled
toward the trees to the maximum without pulling his
shoulders out of the sockets. His feet were only inches
from the ground, pulled to the point of rotating his hips
painfully outward so that his knees pointed at the trees.

He tried to see Cindy, but could only see her feet held
by the native women and hear her screams. Jim pulled
against the vines, but they were too strong. Jim was left
alone while the other natives surrounded Cindy to watch
the show. He looked around the camp and noticed that all
the native women had large tits that were uncovered. Some
of the women had one nipple pierced with a gold ring
while other had both nipples pierced. The women all worn
short, pieces of cloth wrapped around their waist. The
native men simply had loincloths that barely covered
their private parts.

Jim noted that he could see the ends of their soft cocks
at the bottom of their loincloths. He knew that they all
must have enormous cocks, even when soft. His heart went
out to Cindy as he could now hear her sobbing. He
wondered if they would survive their ordeal.

Jim watched as Cindy was dragged toward him. He could see
the trickle of red running now the inside of her thighs
and the copious amounts of cum drying on her legs. Her
eyes were glazed over and she did not struggle when the
natives tied her between two trees just like Jim. She was
only about 50 feet away and Jim tried to call out to her
but found his voice too weak. He could see her chest rise
and fall and knew she was still alive.

A native woman threw water in her face to wake Cindy up
and Cindy immediately began pleading for no more use.
The native woman washed the cum and red from Cindy's
thighs and then left. Jim just hung between the trees
with his chin on his chest while Cindy moaned from the
pain in her cunt.

As night fell, the native built a large fire. Jim was
awakened with water splashing in his face. Native men and
women surrounded him. They were all naked. Jim could see
that in addition to the rings in their breasts, some of
the women had rings in their cunt lips, some had one,
some had several; there seem no rhyme or reamister except
the women with several were older. The native women were
pointing at Jim's soft cock and laughing.

Jim was right, the native men all had cocks more than 12
inches. There was one who he assumed to be the chief
because of his headdress and jewelry whose cock must have
been 20 inches long and 4 inches thick. Jim tried in vain
to move away as one of the native women picked up his
soft cock. Jim felt terribly inadequate, even erect he
could only muster 8 inches and the native teenagers beat
that by at least 4 inches.

The native woman stroked Jim's cock softly trying to
bring it to life. Jim struggled against the vines, but
could not move. His cock slowly began to grow becoming
painfully hard. Still the native men and women laughed
and now the native men came and stood with the tips of
their massive tools touching the tip of Jim's pitifully
tiny rod comparing sizes. This caused the native to laugh
even harder.

The woman continued to stroke Jim's dick, but he felt no
excitement, just a painful erection. After she had
stroked it until it was as hard as she thought it could
get, Jim watched as she took a thin piece of wet rawhide
and tied it tightly around the base of his dick thus
preventing his erection from going away. The native men
all nodded approvingly and, with the exception of the
teenagers, followed the Chief over to where Cindy hung
while the women stayed with Jim.

As the cold water washed over Cindy, she began to
struggle against her bonds only to find she too could
only move a little. As her eyes focused on the hoard of
natives standing in front of her stroking their erect
cocks, Cindy started to scream again. Her voice was so
hoarse she could be barely heard. The Chief approached
Cindy and pulled her swollen cunt lips apart revealing
her enlarged clit. He roughly pitched Cindy's clit and
pulled at it, laughing as Cindy squirmed somewhere
between pain and pleasure.

Satisfied with her reaction, the Chief again shoved his
massive cock inside Cindy's cunt. This time, the long,
thick rod slid to the hilt with just mild resistance.
Suspended between two trees, Cindy was at the perfect
height to be fucked standing or at least hanging. As the
Chief pump in and out of Cindy's used cunt, his mouth
began to suck and pull at her nipples, now easily in
reach just below his mouth.

Afraid to move, Cindy just hung limp as the Chief's
assault continued, biting her nipples and pulling them
out from her breast while her body rocked up and down
from the fucking she was receiving.

Finally the Chief slammed into her body with such power
that the trees Cindy hung between shook and he shot his
cum deep inside her. As he pulled his cock from her hole,
the cum dripped in large, thick clumps onto the ground
below her. The Chief looked Cindy in the eyes, slapped
her twice on each side of her face and shouted some
commands to the other men standing around. The Chief then
took a seat directly to the right of Cindy as the men
lined up in front and back of Cindy.

Weak from the use, Cindy mustered only token resistance
as she saw the men with their cocks lining up in front
and back. Her mind went crazy as she realized what they
intended to do, but too weak to resist, she simply
dropped her head as the first one shoved his cock into
her cum-drenched cunt and began to fuck her. Cindy roused
to give one last bit of fight as she felt the finger
invade her rectum. The native fucking her cunt stop and
reached behind Cindy and pulled her asscheeks apart
exposing her bud to the native behind her.

A shout of approval went up from the natives in line as
her asshole was penetrated. Cindy found her voice and
wailed as the native shoved 14 inches of rock hard cock
into her dry asshole; she twisted against the vines and
then stopped moving as she adjusted to the fullness in
her ass and cunt.

The natives then began to fuck her in a rhythm, biting
her tits in front, and from behind squeezing them and
pulling her nipples. The natives waiting were dancing,
naked, with their erection at the ready for their turn.
Cindy hung between the two trees all night while the
native men used her cunt, ass, and tits. The only hole
spared was Cindy's mouth.

By morning Cindy had been fucked by over 50 men, none of
which had a cock less than 12 inches long. Her cunt and
ass had long since stay opened to easily take each and
every one. Now as the sun came up, she just hung with
bite marks on her breast, her nipples raw and reding,
and cum dripping like a leaky faucet from her stretched
cunt and ass. Cindy began to sob and tears streaked her
face as she saw her cunt lips three times their normal
size and her clit sticking out, engorged like a small
cock. The native men were gone. She turned and looked at
Jim who appeared to have endured a worse fate.

The women stayed and continued to tease Jim. With the
thin piece of rawhide tied around the base of his cock,
his erection had become very painful and he couldn't go
soft for relief. A fat native woman with tits that hung
down to her waist stood in front of Jim pulling on his
cock. Jim noticed both of her tits were pierced with gold
rings and she had a least a dozen gold rings in her cunt
lips, six on each side.

The native woman said something and the other women
laughed. Jim tried to move away as the native woman
turned her fat ass toward him, pulled her ass cheeks
apart and began to back onto Jim's erect cock. Her
asshole was dry, and as she pushed against Jim's cock, it
only pushed Jim backwards and his erect cock would not
penetrate her ass.

She then yelled something to one of the teenagers and he
quickly removed his loincloth and stepped behind Jim. Jim
realized what was going to happen when the boy placed his
cock at the entrance of Jim's hole. Now the fat woman
pushed back against Jim's' cock and as Jim's body was
pushed backwards, he was impaled in his ass by the
teenager. Jim now began to yell and twisted but he could
not avoid the penetration of his ass.

When the teenager's cock was fully imbedded in Jim's ass,
the fat woman's asshole began to open and she slid onto
Jim's cock. Her ass was so large it completely covered
Jim's lower body. Jim was beside himself as he watched
his cock disappear into the woman's ass. When her
asscheeks pressed against Jim, she yelled something else
and the teenager began to vigorously fuck Jim's ass.

With that, the fat woman began to rock back and forth
fucking herself with Jim's cock. Jim was powerless to do
anything. He could not escape the ass fucking, and he
could not cum in the fat woman's ass and go soft because
of the piece of rawhide. In a while, the teenager emptied
his balls deep into Jim's colon and removed his cock with
a disgusting pop. Another teenager quickly replaced him.

The fat woman finally slid off of Jim's cock leaving it
stained with her feces and still hard. The women made
disgusting sounds and held their noses, whispering to
themselves. The Chief walked up and shouted commands at
the women. He ignored Jim as the third teenager began to
ravage his ass.

After the Chief left, the fat woman took another piece of
rawhide and tied it at the base of Jim scrotum. She tied
it so tight Jim forgot about the pain in his ass. His
balls now hurt worse that his cock and his ass as the
red supply going into his testicles was completely cut
off.

The remainder of the night the women took turns sucking
Jim's tits and biting his nipples while the teenagers
fucked his ass. Jim had lost count at 22 and then passed
out from the pain in his scrotum. When he awoke with
morning, his balls no longer hurt, but he still had the
painful erection. He gazed over at Cindy who was covered
in bite marks, dried red, and cum.

With morning came the fat women again. Jim thought he
would die if he was fucked anymore. But the woman had
some sort of food that she mixed with what look like
herbs. Jim had not eaten in days and readily accepted the
mixture as the fat woman pushed it into his mouth. He
looked over and found Cindy being fed also. Over the next
month, Cindy was always fucked first by the Chief and
then left to the mercy of the other men. She now just
bobbed up and down while her cunt and ass was used.

Jim was similarly fucked in the ass, but only by the
teenagers. They were occasionally removed from their
bonds, cleaned, and allowed to rest, then hung back
between the trees. Neither spoke anymore or even
acknowledged the other. Jim continued to have his cock
tied off and now had a continual, painful erection. His
scrotum had turned black from a lack of red and he
could no longer feel it.

In addition, he noticed that he had developed breast and
deduced that they must be feeding them some sort of
female hormones as Cindy's breast were twice their
original size. In addition, Cindy's nipples had been
pulled and used so much that they stuck out almost 2
inches and her clit was the same.

As evening fell on what Jim figured was the beginning of
their second month of captivity, something had changed
that day. Neither he nor Cindy had been touched or used
in anyway. The natives had built a large fire and with
darkness were dancing in what appeared to be a frenzy war
dance. Little did Jim or Cindy know what was in store for
them.

They came for Jim first, took him down from his trees and
dragged him to the center of the tribe. He was laid on
his back on a flat table and a ring shoved through his
skin below his navel. He endured what was just
uncomfortable, but then the fat woman came up and took a
large quill and drove it through the skin of his cock
just below the tip.

Now Jim struggled as another ring was placed in his cock
and attached to the ring below his navel pinning his cock
in an upright position. He had developed small breast and
they were to receive similar attention as rings were
inserted in his nipples also. Jim tried to fight, but was
to weak and in the end just laid passively while the
natives use him.

Finally, he was flipped over onto his stomach with his
legs straddling the table. He could not see what was
happening, but felt something in his scrotum then intense
heat from being burned. Jim screamed as the Chief held up
Jim's scrotum where he had castrated Jim and then sealed
the area with a hot poker. Jim's nightmare was not over
as the Chief had two natives hold Jim down.

The Chief spoke to an older native man who shook his head
"yes" enthusiastically and then removed his loincloth to
revealed a cock that rivaled the Chief's in size and
thickness. He moved in behind Jim and easily shoved his
tool into Jim's ass and rocked back and forth fucking
him. The old native reached around and pulled the rings
in Jim's tits and squeezed the new growth of breast.

After he dumped his seed in Jim's ass, he pulled Jim up
and took him to his hut. Jim's spirit had been broken. He
realized that these natives had turned him into a woman
and given him to the old man. Inside the hut, the old man
fucked Jim again and slept with him just as if Jim was
his wife.

Cindy had stirred at the last wails of Jim. It was dark
and she saw he no longer hung beside her. She was not
sure what was happening as she was untied and walked to
the center of the tribe. She was laid on the same table
where Jim had just been and the Chief made a big speech.

When the Chief was finished, a woman placed a block of
wood just inside Cindy's cunt lips. Cindy had not made a
sound in many days, but now she began to scream wails of
pain as the woman drove the quill through her clit and
placed a ring. She then quickly placed two rings in each
cunt lip.

Cindy shook her head from side to side as the woman now
shove the quill through Cindy's nipples and place large
gold rings in each one. Cindy heard the drums pounding
and felt her legs being pulled outward.

The Chief walked between her legs and easily slid his 20-
inch cock into Cindy's cunt with no effort. He pumped her
several times, pulled out and entered her ass, again with
no effort. Those enormously large cocks had fuck Cindy so
much; her cunt and ass now easily accommodated the
Chief's size. The Chief began to alternate between
Cindy's cunt and ass picking up the pace.

Finally he began to cum, but for the first time, he
pulled out and his cum sprayed all over Cindy's stomach.
With that, Cindy was stood up and the Chief pushed her
toward his hut and inside.

Six months passed and Jim and Cindy adapted to their new
lives. Jim cooked and cleaned for his "husband." His
breast continued to grow and he worn the wrap around
skirt just like the other native women. He looked just
like a woman except for his perpetually hard cock
attached to his abdomen by the gold rings. Jim's solace
was now he was only fucked by his "husband" and that was
not every night.

Cindy also wore the wrap around skirt like the other
women. She became the third wife of the Chief and her
days were filled with cooking, gathering wood, and being
fucked. She had two additional rings added to her cunt.
Frequently she would be cooking, or cleaning around the
hut and the Chief would just push her over onto her knees
and fuck her doggy style without any concern for her. She
was resolved that she was property.

Cindy and Jim occasionally saw each other. They now spoke
the language of their tribe. Cindy regarded Jim as
another woman in the tribe as Jim did Cindy. They never
really recognized each other as the happy couple that had
honeymooned in Kenya.

THE END

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Lisa's Conversion



Lisa is an African-American woman traveling in Georgia
when she is *******ped, sold into slavery, and used as a
breeder and "milk cow."

*

Lisa shook the cobwebs from her head as she tried to
remember what had happened. She had been traveling from
New York to Florida for a little vacation. In Georgia she
had pulled into a rest stop and that's when it happened.
Yes, she remembered now, the two men who grabbed her. She
had tried to scream, but they were so quick. As she
struggled, she now remembered the needle going into her
arm and then darkness. Lisa surveyed her surroundings.

She found her hands tied above her head and attached to a
chain. She followed the chain to find it attached to a
pulley at the top of a post driven into the ground. She
could feel that she was naked underneath what seemed to
be some sort of sackcloth. It barely covered her and was
tie together at the shoulders. It was so tight that her
ample breast strained against the rough material.

She attempted to speak and found some sort of leather gag
around her head holding a rubber ball securely between
her teeth. Lisa tried to move and felt the pain in both
of her arms from being suspended above her head and her
jaws ached from the gag. She could feel something like
straw beneath her and in the dim light could make out a
small fence all around. She could not see beyond the
fence and was too groggy to move.

She was so confused. How could this have happened to her?
She was 34, a divorced African-American woman who was
very successful at her own business. She had never liked
the term "black" because she was really the color of
light chocolate and African-American was so much better.
Lisa had kept her self in shape. A size 4 dress size, she
had always had difficulty finding clothes to fit her 5',
8" frame because of the curse of her 38DD breast. She was
blessed with soft, straight, black hair from her Italian
man.

She had worked hard for the past year to earn this
vacation to Florida. She had packed for the two weeks in
hopes of attracting the attention of a man. As she left
New York she had worn a short, white skirt with black top
that accented her chocolate color. The trip had gone so
well until Georgia, now she was some sort of captive...

Lisa was startled at the sudden light. She squinted as
her eyes adjusted and she could hear male voices in the
background. As her eyes adjusted Lisa could see that she
was in a very, large room; like a barn. She was in fact
in a small pen, and there were probably 30 or 40 other
pens around her, all with women dressed and bound
identically to her and all African-American. Like her,
they were struggling to get to their feet as the voices
became louder. Lisa could now see that there were at
least 20 - 30 men walking into the barn.

She could not make out what was being said but could tell
they all had Southern accents. Lisa thought this might be
a racial thing, but then she saw 3 or 4 African-American
men behind the white men. Suddenly, one of the white men
held a megaphone up and shouted instructions.

Lisa could not believe her ears. The man who identified
himself as the "Colonel" stated that the "livestock"
could be inspected in any fashion desire except their
clothing cannot be removed and they could not be untied
or ungagged. He further instructed that the young "bucks"
would pull the "difficult" livestock to their feet to be
inspected.

Lisa thought she was in a nightmare as she watched the
white men approach different pens and the African-
American men with them would pull the rope in the pulley
and haul the victim to her feet to the point their toes
barely touched the ground. Lisa pushed herself back as
far as the rope would allowed as this one white man
crawled over the rail into her pen.

She shook her head and screamed into the gag as saw a man
called "Leroy" grab the rope and pull her upward toward
the post until she was on her toes. Lisa twisted on the
ropes around her wrist and she tried to balance herself.
Leroy called the man "Mass'er" and tied the rope off
leaving Lisa twisting.

Lisa tried to move away from Mass'er as his hands roamed
beneath the sackcloth. She cringed as she felt his
fingers probing her cunt and ass. He inserted one finger
into her cunt, then two and began to saw in and out
hurting Lisa with each stroke due to her dryness. Mass'er
commented to Leroy how "tight" Lisa was and he abruptly
withdrew his fingers and both hands circled her large,
firm breast. Mass'er twisted her nipples and Lisa cried
out into the gag.

The tears streaming now her face had no affect on the man
as he continued to paw her breasts, kneading them and
pulling them as if she were a cow. Lisa was beside her
self, with embarrassment and fear as she tried in vain to
move away from his grasp. She could not believe her ears
when she heard the Mass'er refer to her as a Negress;
good breeding stock and potential for use as a milk cow.

The Mass'er wrote down the number. Until that moment,
Lisa had been unaware of the shackle around her neck with
a number hanging down. It read "233."

As the Mass'er left, Lisa was released and fell to the
ground sobbing. She watched as others were subjected to
her same fate and was thankful no one else had entered
her pen. Lisa watched as all the men again gather at the
entrance and the Colonel announced the auction would be
conducted promptly in one hour on a cash basis only. The
men filed out of the barn as Lisa tried to comprehend the
nightmare she found herself in.

The black man Leroy entered Lisa's pen, in one hand he
held a chain, the other held a menacing looking whip. He
told Lisa he would use the whip on her if she did not do
as she was told. Lisa listened as he explained that she
was to be prepared for the auction.

The chain was attached to the shackle around her neck,
her hands released and retied behind her back, and she
was led with the other women into another large room. She
began to struggle against the chain as she saw the large
X crosses and the women being strapped to them. Leroy had
to pull Lisa on the ground as she tried to resist him.
Finally he turned and with a flick of his wrist the whip
caught the backs of Lisa's legs.

Lisa screamed again into the gag as Leroy told her if she
didn't get upon the cross he would whip her harder and
longer. As Lisa raised herself up, Leroy summoned two
addition black men who yanked her to her feet. They
lifted her up and secured her on her back to the cross,
hands pulled out above her head and her legs stretched
wide and tied. Lisa felt the cold air on her body as her
sackcloth was removed.

Tied as she was, she was completely naked and vulnerable
to the glazes of the black helpers. Her breast rose up
and down and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead as
she dreaded the next offense. Another black woman
appeared. This one in an old, shirtdress and bandana
around her head. She did not speak to Lisa, but reached
into a case and pulled out something that looked like
tape. Lisa watched in horror as the taped was placed all
around her cunt, wherever there was hair.

The woman then painted the tape with a solution that she
explained would make it adhere even more. The woman
explained that it would take a few minutes for it to work
and then removed shears from the case. Lisa tried to move
her head, but the woman grabbed her hair and began to cut
Lisa's beautiful hair almost to the skin. Lisa sobbed as
her beautiful hair fell to the ground and she could feel
the cool air on her nearly bald scalp.

After the last strand of hair was cut the woman returned
to the special tape on Lisa's cunt hair. She lifted one
edge and in a single, quick motion pulled every hair from
Lisa's cunt. Lisa's cunt looked like a baby's, no hair
and just as smooth. The pain of her cunt hair being
pulled at once was almost too much and Lisa thrashed her
head from side to side wailing into her gag. She caught
sight of others experiencing the same offense.

When she thought her ordeal was over, the cross she was
tied too was flipped over and the tape was applied to her
ass, under her arms, anywhere there was hair. When the
woman was finished, Lisa had only stubble on her head;
there was not a single hair on any other part of her
body.

The woman placed the sackcloth back on Lisa and Leroy
again arrived, as she was untied. He grabbed the chain
and pulled hard causing Lisa to fall to the ground. He
shook the whip at Lisa and reminded her on the beating
she would receive if she resisted. He informed Lisa that
the auction was going to begin and she would be in the
first group of five. Leroy then pulled Lisa through a
door out into a large arena shaped like a horseshoe that
was filled with men. As Lisa was pulled out at the
opening of the horseshoe she saw the platform stage and
the other four women already ascending the platform.

Their heads were hung down, each shaved like Lisa, each
with a collar, a number, and wearing the same sackcloth
dress. Leroy pulled Lisa into line at the end behind the
fourth girl and nudged her toward the stairs leading to
the platform. The girl looked back at Lisa, her eyes
swollen from crying. Lisa thought she could be no more
than seventeen. They were all African-Americans and Lisa
suddenly came to the realization that they were being
sold like slaves.

She turned to run from the platform, but Leroy and two
other black men blocked her path. All Leroy had to do was
uncoil the whip and Lisa decided that the platform would
be a less painful ordeal. Besides, she felt her
offenses could get no worse.

Once on the platform, the Colonel walked to each woman
and had one of the "colored boys" untie the sackcloth
allowing it to fall to the ground. Lisa was no exception
and in seconds found herself standing completely naked in
front of the crowd of all white men.

With her hands tied behind her she could not cover
herself; and the gag prevented any verbal protest. Lisa
held her head down as the Colonel remarked about her
breast and her cunt. Lisa was then turned around so the
Colonel could pat her ass and talk about what a good
"breeder" she would be.

As she was turned back around, Leroy powerd her to bend
at the waist causing her ample breast to dangle. The
Colonel grabbed one in each hand and began to pull at
them as if he were milking them and talked about her
breasts being the best set seen in a while.

This offense was over but only replaced with the
bidding. Lisa was not allowed to dress, but instead,
Leroy kicked her legs apart and pushed the whip into her
back causing her to arch backwards and jutting her breast
out even further. The bidding for Lisa was furious, up to
$1,000.00. Then it began to slow with two men bidding
against each other at fifty dollars at a time.

Lisa looked directly at one of the men and noted he had
been the one who had examined her in her pen. In Lisa's
mind this was all just a nightmare that she would
eventually wake from as the Colonel yelled "sold!" for
$1450.00 and the man she knew came up to the platform and
took the leash from Leroy's hand.

Lisa struggled and pulled at the chain seeing this as her
last chance, but the man was too strong and simply jerked
her to the ground and dragged her off the platform. Leroy
asked if he wanted her sackcloth and the man replied Lisa
wouldn't need it. Lisa struggled to her feet and walked
behind the man. She was determined not to give in no
matter what happened. After all, this was the 21st
century and people, even black people, could not be sold
like they were prior to the Civil War.

Lisa noticed the stares and the lust from the other men
as the man who had bought her led her through the crowd
to his truck. As she walked her breast jingled and she
could feel the air on her baldhead, cunt, and ass. She
tremred as he pointed to the bed of the pickup and she
climbed into the back. The man then attached her leash to
a ring in the back of the truck effectively preventing
any escape at this point.

As he climbed into the cab he informed Lisa she was to
call him Master and obey every command. Lisa just glared
at him with hatred and the Master slapped her face three
or four times and asked if she understood. Terrified from
the beating and the pain, Lisa nodded yes and the Master
climbed into the cab and drove away.

Lisa had fallen arelax and was not sure how long the ride
had been. She was startled awake by the sudden stopping
of the truck. Cold, naked, hungry, and tired, Lisa knew
that she was in no condition to escape. She surveyed
where she was and saw in the dim morning light the large,
plantation-style home in the distance. To her left and
right were giant fields of some sort of crops, as far as
she could see in the dimness.

She heard voices in the front of the truck. It was the
man she had been instructed to call Master speaking to
someone named Curtis. Suddenly, a huge, black man
appeared at the back of the truck and informed Lisa he
was Curtis, unhooked her leash and pulled her from the
truck.

Curtis talked as he led Lisa toward the back of the large
house. He told Lisa that the man named Master had bought
her for breeding and Master would begin fucking her
tonight so she had to be cleaned up. The tears in Lisa's
eyes began to flow again as she protested against the
gag. She tried to pull on the chain, but was too weak. As
she stumred behind Curtis, she saw a whip similar to the
one used on her before hanging from his belt.

As they rounded the large house, Lisa could see several,
small, shacks in back. Lisa counted 8 or 10, each about
10 feet by 10 feet. Curtis led Lisa to one of the shacks,
pushed open the door, and dragged her inside. Lisa
stumred as she entered and fell on the dirt floor of the
shack.

She heard Curtis tell someone to "prepare her" and looked
up and saw an older, black women, maybe in her forties
dressed in a long, cotton skirt and denim shirt tied at
the waist. The woman introduced herself as Ellie and
informed Lisa that she tended to the Master's bitches
until they were bred.

Lisa drew back as the woman named Ellie approached her,
and braced herself for a blow. Lisa felt Ellie's hands
fumbling behind her head and saddening the gag was free.
Lisa slowly worked her jaw up and down and side to side
and felt such relief. She turned to speak to Ellie and
Ellie held up her hand and told her not to speak at all.
Ellie explained if anyone heard Lisa talking, she and
Lisa would be severely punished.

Ellie pulled Lisa to her feet, removed the shackles from
her wrist and the collar and led her to a large tub
filled with hot water and motion for her to sit. The hot
water felt good on Lisa body. She rubbed her head and
began to sob and she felt the stubble where her hair had
been and saw her cunt lips fully exposed and bare.

Ellie slapped Lisa on the side of the head and admonished
her to be quiet as she began to scrub her. Ellie
explained that everyone knew it was 2001, but that there
was no work in the South and being a slave on a
plantation wasn't that bad.

Ellie told her that she was one of the lucky one's
because the Master had chosen her to breed. Instead of
working the fields or being a field-fuck, Lisa would only
be fucked by the Master, once bred, Lisa would be treated
better. Lisa asked in a whisper what a field-fuck was.
Ellie explained that some female slaves were simply
staked-out on sawhorses in the field so that the field
hands could fuck them whenever they chose.

She told Lisa that sometimes they would be fucked over
100 times using all their holes before getting a break.
The Master liked to reward the field hands this way and
it kept them happier. Lisa asked about escape and again
was slapped, this time twice across the face and was
ordered by Ellie not to ever mention that word again.

As Ellie replaced the shackles and collar she instructed
Lisa that she would be taken to the Master's house
tonight and that she had better do everything she was
told without hesitation. Lisa asked Ellie about clothes
and Ellie just laugh as asked why Lisa would need them,
as a breeder, her only purpose was to be fucked by the
Master.

After Ellie sprayed perfume over Lisa, Curtis led her to
the large house. Once inside, Lisa was pulled into a
large sitting room. Lisa looked around and saw the man
who had bought her, the one they called Master. Also in
the room were four other men. All were smoking cigars and
talking about their plantations. Lisa attempted to rush
passed Curtis to the "Master," she felt that was her only
chance. Just as she began shouting her protests, Lisa
felt the chain tighten around her neck cutting off her
voice. Lisa gasped to speak, but the collar was so tight
she could only make whispering sounds.

The Master and his guest all stopped talking and looked
over at Lisa. The Master began discussing how he had
bought Lisa and planned to breed her. He told Curtis to
bring her closer.

Curtis glared at Lisa and as he passed threatened her
that if he was whipped because of her, she'd be sorry.
Curtis handed the leash to the Master and walked back to
the entrance to wait. Seated, the Master was in a perfect
position and he began to insert two fingers into Lisa's
cunt. Lisa started to pull away, but heard the whip that
Curtis held drop to the floor.

She stood as still as possible and endured the probing
fingers. The Master complained about her dryness as he
removed his fingers and wiped them on her thigh. He next
directed the attention of the other men to her breast.

He spoke with pride about the size of her breasts as he
squeezed both them in his hands like mellows. He reveled
in the potential to "milk this cow" after she was
pregnant. Lisa's offense was unbearable, the tears
flowed down her face as she was talked about like a piece
of property. She wondered how long this nightmare would
last.

The Master stood up and ordered Lisa to turn around,
spread her legs, and place her hands on the floor. Lisa
shook her head and began to openly sob. As Curtis
approached with the whip at the ready, Lisa slowly turned
and continuing to shake her head, lowered her hands to
the floor and spread her legs. Lisa now realized there
was no end to the heights of how she would be humiliated.

She could feel her heavy breasts swaying and she tensed
as she felt the Master's cold hands on the cheeks of her
ass. The Master commented to his friends about fearing
the dry cunt and Lisa heard him spit in his hand. As she
felt the tip of his cock now wet with spit at the
entrance of her cunt, Lisa braced herself for the
degradation of being summarily fucked by this bigot.

The Master rammed his cock in with one push. Lisa gasped
as she tried to adjust to the size. Large men before had
fucked her, but this Master filled her beyond capacity.

She felt his hands on her hips and the Master commented
to his friends that it wasn't that bad. With that, Lisa
was commanded to begin to fuck the Master. Lisa was
powerd to rock back and forth on this man's hard cock,
sawing it in and out of her cunt, basically powerd to
fuck herself while he stood there, smoked his cigar, and
talked with his friends.

Lisa struggled to keep up a rhythm hoping to bring him to
a quick orgasm. After several minutes, her arms were
becoming tired and her body glistened with sweat from the
work of rocking back and forth. The Master commanded her
to go faster and Lisa could hear the sloppiness of her
cunt, now wet from the stimulation. Because she was
shaved, she could feel his pubic hair against her ass as
she drove his cock deeper into her womb.

Finally, he tensed and Lisa could feel the warm flow of
his cum bathing her cervix. It's over she thought as she
felt his member shrink and become limp. But the Master
did not move. He commanded Curtis to bring the "plug."
Lisa listened as he told his friends that in order to
ensure pregnancy, he always plugged the bitch's cunt to
keep his seed inside.

As quick as he removed his now soft cock, Curtis shoved a
large dildo inside her successfully preventing any
leakage of cum. Lisa started to rise and was pushed back
now by Curtis and admonished that she had not been given
permission to rise. She heard the Master offer her mouth,
tits and ass to his friends.

Lisa could stand no more, she quickly stood up, yanked
the dildo from her cunt and jerked the leash from the
Master's hand and she headed for the door. She had
decided that she had suffered enough and would rather be
dead. Before she could reached the door she felt the whip
wrap around both legs and she fell face forward onto the
ground.

Lisa was screaming to be let go as Curtis pounced on her
and silenced her with the gag again. Quickly her hands
were shackled behind her back and she was pulled to her
keep and push in front of the Master. Lisa could see his
anger and hoped he would ******* her instead of continue to
use her this way.

Lisa's heart sank as she heard him tell Curtis to use her
as a field-fuck for two days. Lisa tried to plead with
him through the gag as Curtis picked her up and slung her
over his shoulder and carried her out and back to Ellie.

Once with Ellie, Curtis explained that only Lisa's mouth,
ass, and tits would be used as a field-fuck. To prevent
any of the field hands from using her cunt, Lisa was
strapped to a table with her legs spread to maximum
width. Ellie took as block of wood and laid it between
Lisa's cunt lips. Lisa watched in horror as Ellie took
the hammer and drove a nail, first through one cunt lip,
then the other. Lisa thrashed about from the pain, but
moved little because of the way she was tied. Still
smarting from the holes, Lisa watched as a small gold
ring was inserted into each cunt lip, then and additional
ring to hold her cunt tightly together.

Ellie commented that she had warned Lisa to obey and now
she would pay the price. Lisa begged with her eyes and
through the gag as her fear mounted. Curtis ignored her,
picked her up and started outside for the field. As he
stood Lisa up she could see the line of saw horses, some
with women tied across them with a mixture of red and
cum dripping from their asses and cunts.

One turned her head toward Lisa and Lisa could see her
face was cum-stained also, her lips cracked. Lisa tried
to fight as Curtis tied each of her legs to a leg of the
sawhorse. He then pulled her over the sawhorse and bound
her wrist to the other side. As Curtis removed the gag,
he told Lisa that the field hands would not fuck her
cunt, but pitied her for her ass, mouth, and tits. He
said he would return in two days for her, if there was
anything left.

As he walked away, Lisa shouted she would do anything;
she would even let him fuck her if he would let her go.
Curtis stopped, turned around and came back to Lisa. He
informed Lisa he could fuck her now, and with that went
behind her.

Lisa screamed, pulled against the bonds, and tried to
move her ass as she felt his hard cock against her
puckered asshole. She pleaded as he drop spit into her
asshole and prepared to take her. Lisa had never allowed
anyone to fuck her ass and knew this would be extremely
painful. She continued to beg and began to scream again
as Curtis drove his cock into her tight ass. Curtis told
Lisa she should thank him, he had 14 inches and was one
of the largest on the plantation so her ass would be nice
and loose for the field hands.

Lisa felt she was being split apart as Curtis pushed the
remainder of his cock deep inside her bowels. Her
puckered asshole expanded and stretched to accept the
assault. Lisa went limp and tried to power the cock from
her ass. She quickly came back to life, wailing as Curtis
reached around and grabbed both nipples and pulled her
breast from her body as his cock slid partially out of
her ass.

With each stroke in and out of her ass, Curtis pulled and
twisted her nipples. He enjoyed listening to this uppity
bitch holler and screamed in pain as he mauled her tits
and fucked her ass. Lisa shook her head from side to side
and up and down as she could feel his weight slammed into
her rocking the sawhorse. She felt his cock in her
stomach as he continued to fuck her ass.

Finally, Curtis exploded and his cum burned Lisa deep
inside. Curtis pulled his cock from her ass with a "pop"
and Lisa collapse feeling cum leaking down the crack of
her ass and dripping onto her bare cunt lips. Curtis
reminded her she was here to be fucked, that was all,
just to be fucked, so she should get use to it. With that
he walked away leaving Lisa to the field hands. Lisa
sobbed quietly, still determined not to submit, even as
she heard the talking of the field hands coming in for
the day.

Lisa strained to turn her head to the side to look in
horror at the scene beside her. There were at least eight
women including her bound in the same way at the edge of
a very large field. As the black field hands came upon
them, they dropped there tools, stripped off their pants
and began to assault the women.

Some driving their cocks into the women's cunts, some
into their asses, and by the muffled scream, others into
their mouth. Lisa began her useless struggles as a group
reached her. She tried to block out the horrible comments
about her ass and tits. She felt fingers jammed into her
ass and another finger flicking the rings protecting her
cunt.

A large black man came to the front, nothing but a shirt
on and stuck his hard, ten inch cock into Lisa's face.
Lisa begged to be let go and the men all laughed. The one
in front of her continued to bat her face with his hard
cock as Lisa refused to open her mouth. She heard them
comment that they would fix her and now she became
fearful and opened her mouth.

But the man was not there and it was too late. A man
stood on each side of her face, two more slid their heads
underneath and began to suck her breasts, a fourth
positioned his cock at the entrance of her ass. Lisa
sobbed and begged as the man at her ass began to count,
"one, two, threeee!" Simultaneously the fourth man rammed
his nine-inch cock to the balls in Lisa's ass, the two
beneath her bit down on her nipples and Lisa wailed.

With her mouth open in a wail, the two beside her head
inserted two blocks of wood into her back teeth
successfully keeping her mouth open. Lisa tried but could
not power the blocks from her mouth. Her ass and tits
continued to be used and now her jaws were aching from
the wood blocks.

Finally, a rag was tied around her forehead and pulled
back so that the back of her head almost touched her
back. The rag was tied to her hands. Lisa realized now
that they could fuck her mouth without effort. She
grunted with each thrust in her ass and watched in horror
as men with varying sized hard cocks began to line up at
her head.

Lisa wished she had not run as the first grabbed her head
and pushed his hard, foul-smelling, cock into her mouth
and began to face fuck her. Lisa was rocked between
someone fucking her ass and fucking her mouth. She barely
had time to breath when another cock would be shoved into
her mouth. A cock would be pulled out of her ass only to
be immediately replaced by another.

While both of these holes were being used, her tits
were sucked, her nipples bit and twisted. Lisa tried to
shut her eyes against the use and simply groaned with
each new thrust in her ass or mouth.

If she didn't struggle enough, they would start on her
tits again, biting the soft flesh of the tit itself, or
sucking the nipple until it was long and hard, then
biting it almost bringing red. As the men started to
move away, Lisa found herself covered in cum, red, and
her on cuckolds brownie. Many of the men had fucked her ass, then
moved immediately to her mouth. Cum dripped from her now
gaping asshole onto the ground. Although she could not
see her tits, they were painful everywhere and her
nipples ached beyond belief. She could not even turn her
head because of the rag tying it into place and her jaw
had gone numb from the wooden blocks.

Lisa began to sob uncontrollably, opening and closing her
hands just to make sure she was not having a nightmare.

The ordeal seemed to be over. Lisa felt cold water
sprayed across her ass. The rag was untied and throw
away. Curtis came up and sternly cautioned her against
biting and removed the wooden blocks. Lisa thanked him as
he continued to spray her all over with the hose. The
cool water felt good on her use tits, and she felt good
to be clean when he sprayed her face.

Finally she felt a small device being insert into her
ass. She pleaded to know what was happening. Her asshole
was so stretched she could just barely detect the nozzle
being insert. She grunted as she felt her bowels fill
with cold water. Lisa began to scream as the pain and
nausea began to increase.

Finally Curtis removed the nozzle and to Lisa's
embarrassment she lost control of her bowels emptying the
content onto the ground. Curtis simply sprayed her pile
of cuckolds brownie mixed with cum away. He then checked her bonds
and left her. As he left, Lisa began begging again, she
agreed to do or be anything for the Master, she promised
never to run again, but Curtis just kept walking as he
reminded her the punishment was two days.

Lisa finally fell arelax across the sawhorse. A bucket
attached to a strap being placed over her head awakened
her in the morning. Curtis informed her that she should
eat her only meal for the day. Like a horse, Lisa was
powerd to eat from the bucket. After the meal, the sun
baked Lisa's ass and back. She could smell her own body
odor, she could not believe how disgusting she had
become. She shook uncontrollably as she heard the field
hands again. Many of the women screamed before they even
got to them. Lisa began to scream also.

It did little good as she was used worse than the day
before. That night when Curtis arrived to clean her,
Lisa's eyes were stuck shut from all the cum. Curtis
gently removed the large section of fence post that had
been inserted into Lisa's ass as a joke. Curtis noted
that no bite blocks were used as he splashed water onto
Lisa's face.

As Lisa came around she automatically lifted her head and
opened her mouth for the cock she had been conditioned to
receive. Curtis untied her and dumped her unceremoniously
into the wheelbarrow to take her back to Ellie.

In the tub, Lisa just cried as she saw hundreds of bite
marks on her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were now
twice as big as they had been and were a very dark brown
from being constantly engorged. Ellie cleaned her again
this time removing the gold ring that held Lisa's cunt
together. Lisa was led to the Master's room again.

However, this time, before she could be asked, Lisa
simply bent at the waist, placed her hands on the floor
and presented herself to the Master to be fucked. Lisa
had decided on the second day of her use by the field
hands that she would be the best breeder the Master had
ever had, she would do anything to avoid being tied to
the sawhorse again.

The Master praised her as he fucked her cunt, but also
warned her that another transgression would result in a
permanent assignment as a field-fuck. Lisa simply nodded
acknowledgement as she rock back and forth in a steady
motion on the Master's cock buried into her cunt.

For two months, Lisa had come to the Master's house each
morning and night to be fucked in her cunt. She had not
been used or hardly spoken too by the Master.

The use her breasts had taken from the field hands was
hardly noticeable. Her asshole had almost returned to the
original size. When she entered the Master's room, she
removed the plug from her cunt, assume the required
position, and he would fuck her in the same way,
replacing the plug when finished. Lisa had noticed in the
past week a heaviness to her breasts in addition to a
heightened sensitivity of her nipples. AT night, she was
chained to a wall inside a small shack, but no one bother
her until morning.

This morning, Curtis wanted her to pee in a bottle. As
she assumed the position to be fucked, Curtis quickly
approached the Master and whispered into his ear. Lisa
was not fucked that morning, but taken to Ellie who
closed her cunt again with the gold ring. Lisa was
informed that she was pregnant and would her cunt would
no longer be used.

Lisa had hoped this was a reprieve from the constant
sexual use, but soon learned that the Master enjoyed
fucking her ass and mouth also. After she was pregnant he
was also give her to his friends to fuck in the ass or
mouth, but her cunt was off-limits and protected by the
gold rings. Lisa had forgotten who she was and had
completely submitted to being a breeder.

She no longer resisted any use. Curtis frequently
fucked her ass at night after he had chained her to the
wall. Not one permister treated her anymore that property.
As her pregnancy advanced, her breasts became larger and
larger as they filled with milk.

In about the six month, during one of the Master's more
vigorous ass-fucks, milk squirted from Lisa's breast. The
Master seemed exceptionally delighted with this event and
had Lisa fuck him harder than usual.

During the past two months Lisa was never allowed any
clothing. Her only covering was the collar around her
neck. Her wrist shackles had been removed about three
weeks ago as the Master thought her to be no longer a
risk. Lisa had been fucked in the ass so many times that
she no longer felt any discomfort. She was convinced that
she was nothing but a breeder and accepted her position.

She had still not forgotten the field fuck and shivered
with those memories. Now that Lisa's tits had produced
milk, her routine was changed.

After the Master finished cumming in her ass, he made
Lisa remain with her hands flat on the ground and pushed
her to her knees. Her large tits hung heavy with her
pregnancy and now the milk. The Master said something to
Curtis, and he left and returned with two women who slid
pans under Lisa's breast. Then each woman grabbed a
breast in both hands and began to pull down as if they
were milking a cow.

Lisa moaned with the mixture of pain and pleasure. She
remembered she had been bought not only as a breeder but
also as a milk cow. Now Lisa understood what that meant
as the women continued to pull and tug downward on her
breast.

Much to the Master's displeasure, only less than an ounce
of milk was expressed from Lisa's tits. However, the
pulling and tugging had made her cunt juices flow and the
Master could see her clit engorged with excitement. He
asked Lisa how long since she had cum and gave her
permission to speak.

Lisa responded that she could not remember. He then
ordered Curtis to come to him and he told Curtis to kneel
between Lisa's legs and suck her clit until she came.
Lisa jumped when she felt the tongue on her clit. Gently,
Curtis took her engorged clit in his mouth and began to
suck on it, flicking it with his tongue.

The women watched until Lisa began to moan, then went
back to pulling and milking her tits. Lisa at first
thought to resist, but the pleasure was too great and she
suddenly began such an intense orgasm. As her ass began
to shiver, she pushed her cunt back against Curtis's
mouth and he sucked harder and faster. Lisa was cumming
and the milk began to flow from her tits as the women
pulled and milked harder.

Lisa's orgasm continued on and on until the women had
filled the pan with her milk. Lisa thought she would not
stop cumming, but Curtis released her clit with a gentle
parting lick and Lisa fell to the floor. She had
completely submitted now. She had become a breeder and
milk cow, and she would not ever be able to return to
what she was before.

The Master had Lisa's wrist shackles reapplied and she
was hung by her wrist in a cold room, arms spread wide
above her head. There was a large cushion that powerd her
chest, and her tits outward. The Master informed Lisa her
tits would be constantly sucked by whomever had the
desire to ensure that they remained full of milk. He
would continue to fuck her in the ass, but now would take
her cunt and mouth also to make her cum.

Each morning, the Master informed her, she would be
brought to the kitchen for milking. The Master enjoyed
fresh breast milk and with her large tits, Lisa could
prove to be the best producer he had ever brought. The
remainder of her pregnancy Lisa had her tits almost
constantly sucked by strangers, guest, field hands, other
women, whoever saw her handing in the cold room. Each
morning she would be on her hands and knees over the pans
while the women milked her tits. Her nipples grew to
almost two inches long and her tits increased to twice
there normal size.

The Master lost interest in her during her last two or
three months of pregnancy, but the milking did not stop.
Lisa finally went into to labor and delivered a baby boy.
Lisa never saw the baby after the delivery. She became
even a better milk-cow after the birth because her breast
were so full of milk for the baby. Now the Master did not
even bother to milk her breasts, he simply had her come
to him and he himself would suck them dry. Lisa realized
that this would cause her breast to continue to produce
more milk. The only improvement for Lisa was she
recovered her figure quickly from breastfeeding the
Master.

One evening about three months after her delivery, she
was taken by Curtis to the Master's quarters at night.
There was the Master and at least five other men Lisa did
not know. Lisa stood upright, her breast dripping milk as
the Master offered her to his gentlemen. One laid on the
ground and they lowered Lisa onto his hard cock.

Lisa was used to being fucked so this was not new. But
then, they bent her forward and she felt another cock in
her ass. Lisa had never been double impaled before. She
struggled against the fullness as the second man easily
pushed his cock into her well-worn ass.

A third man held her head up and pushed his cock through
her lips to the back of her throat. Lisa continued to
concentrate on the two cocks in her ass and cunt. She
tried not to move. The final two men each took a tit in
their mouth and all five began to fuck and suck at the
same time.

When the man in Lisa's ass pulled his cock out, the one
in her cunt was powerd in. The cock in her mouth was
pushed down her throat and her tits were sucked until
they were dry of milk. Lisa suddenly began to fill
twinges of pleasure deep inside.

Her body was betraying her as the Master watched her
being used in all her holes. Lisa began to moan and
push back against the cock in her ass and down on the
cock in her cunt. She offered her breast to the men
sucking her tits and began to slurp at the cock in her
mouth. The cock in her cunt began to grow with the cock
in her ass as each man began to cum.

The man in her mouth pulled his cock out and began to cum
on Lisa's face just as she started her orgasm. Lisa
bucked and pounded the cocks in her ass and cunt and
begged the men to suck her tits harder.

The five men pulled away from Lisa and she laid on the
floor cumming over and over again. She began fingering
her clit and begged the Master to fuck her some more. The
Master told Curtis to take the whore and give her to the
kennel. Lisa begged the be fucked as Curtis dragged her
from the room, out of the house, and into the yard. Lisa
begged Curtis to fuck her as she continued to plunge
fingers into her cunt while she walked.

Lisa failed to realize where Curtis was taking her until
the gate slammed shut on the kennel. The Master kept
about 10 - 15 Doberman and German Shepards to guard the
house.

Curtis pushed Lisa over a barrel with her ass high and
attached her hands to two stakes in the ground. He then
pulled her legs wide and attached them to two stakes
also. Lisa could hear the dogs moving toward her as
Curtis walked out of the gate. She heard Curtis tell her
goodbye as she felt the first dog stick his cold nose in
her cunt and lick her clit. As first Lisa was so afraid,
but the rough tongue with just one stroke sent her into
orgasm again.

She did not care when she felt the dog's paws on her back
and his hard, cock slide into her cunt. Lisa had been
fucked so much by so many, that the dog's knot easily
slid past her cunt lips. Each dog took her, some missing
her cunt and driving into her ass.

After three days Curtis returned and found Lisa where he
left her. He was disgusted by the sight. Her asshole was
opened about the size of a plum and cum and cuckolds brownie leaked
out into a large pile on the ground. Her cunt was opened
enough to see the cum lying inside her.

Her back was nothing but scratches and her tits were
swollen and dripping milk onto the ground. As her lifted
her into the wheelbarrow she simply moaned.

Curtis then told her she was not good for anything now
except to work as a field fuck. Lisa thanked him as he
tied her over the sawhorse.

THE END