les histoires de chrislebo

Je me lève à 9h, Chloé et assise sur le canapé du salon. Je vais à la cuisine et m'installe à table. Elle arrive dans la cuisine en lingerie sexy comme prévu, elle est vraiment belle et excitante. Ses fesses ***t toujours marquées de la longue punition de la veille.
"-Bonjour maître Romain.
-Salut Chloé, ma salope. Pas trop mal aux fesses cette nuit?
-Non maître ça va, merci maître."
Elle me sert mon petit déjeuner, comme hier: la vue de ma grande sœur en lingerie sexy et hauts talons me fait bander dès le matin.
"-Suce moi pendant que je mange. Et je veux une gorge profonde, fait ça bien, je ne voudrais pas te punir dès le matin.
-Bien maître, je vais faire de mon mieux."
Elle se met à genoux et baisse mon caleçon. Elle commence à me branler et à me caresser les boules. Ses mains ***t douces, je bande comme un taureau. Elle titille mon gland avec sa langue, lèche mon sexe sur toute la longueur et avale ma bite. Sa langue tourne autour de ma tige, elle met entièrement ma bite dans sa bouche. J'ai du mal à manger tellement elle me pompe fort. Chloé a du mal à respirer mais continue de m'avaler le sexe et de me caresser les bourses.
"-Hmmm Chloé, salope tu va me faire juter dès le matin, continue!! Hmmmmmm!! OUIIIII!! Tiens bois mon sperme!! Avale ma semence !!... Merci ma chienne! Ta bien fait ton travail, va prendre ta douche tu l'a méritée.
"-Merci maître je suis heureuse de vous donner du plaisir."
Elle part prendre sa douche et je termine de manger. Puis je pense à notre mère, Léa. Si elle savait ce que l'on fait Chloé et moi, elle serait choquée.... ou peut être excitée. Je m'imagine en train de dominer ma mère en plus de ma sœur, deux esclaves sexuelles pour moi, se serait le pied.
Je suis sur le canapé quand Chloé sort de sa douche et je suis décidé à la convaincre de joindre maman à nos ébats.
"-Viens là ma soumise! Que penses tu si je faisais de maman ma deuxième soumise?"
Ma question la surprend et lui fait peur.
"-T'es complètement fou!! Moi j'aime être ta pute mais tu ne peux pas parler de ça à maman, et encore moins le lui proposer!!"
Elle est sortit de *** rôle de soumise le temps de me répondre et j'en profite pour la sanctionner d'une claque.
<<CLAK!>> "-AAHHH"
"-Tu me tutoies, tu me traites de fou et tu me contredis. Je me fous de ton avis, se soir quand maman rentre tu garderas tes habits de pute et je la convaincrai de devenir comme toi, une chienne qui dépend de mon sexe! Tu m'a mal parlé, je vais devoir te dresser!
-Pardon maître, je suis désolée, punissez moi mais s'il vous plaît mais ne faite rien à ma mère.
-Mets toi dos au mur et enlève ton soutien gorge!"
Elle s'installe, retire *** soutien gorge et laisse apparaître ses 2 mignons petits seins. Ses tétons pointent déjà, elle sait qu'elle va être punie et cela l'excite. Qu'elle chienne! Je vais dans ma chambre cherché de quoi la punir. Je reviens avec des pinces à linge et un martinet. Je commence à tirer sur ses tétons, je les mords, les pinces, elle grimace mais se retiens de crier. Je prends 2 pinces à linge et les places sur ses tétons tendus. Sa réaction est immédiate.
"-AAAAHHHH!!!
-Alors tu change d'avis? Tu veux bien que maman devienne ma soumise?
-Non maître!!"
Elle me répond en me regardant droit dans les yeux comme pour me défier de continuer à ******** ses seins. Je place une pince à linge de plus sur chaque seins.
"-AAHH putain!!
-Alors salope?
-Non!"
Je rajoute une pince sur chaque.
"-AAAHHHHHH!!!
-Et maintenant?
-Non maître!"
Je continue de rajouter des pinces et elle continue de me répondre non en serrant de plus en plus les dents à cause de la douleur. Elle a maintenant cinq pinces sur chaque sein. Je sais qu'elle est de mon avis mais elle fait durer car cela l'excite terriblement et moi aussi. *** string est trempé de sa mouille et elle se retient de se masturber. Je décide de passer à l'étape suivante et d'enlever les pinces de ses seins à coup de martinet. Dès le premier coup elle me surprend en jouissant alors que 3 pinces tombe de ***t sein droit.
<<CLAK!!!>> "-AAHHH PUTAIN OUIIIIII!!
-T'aime les coups de martinet salope!! Et tu veux toujours pas les partager avec ta mère?!"
Je frappe une deuxième fois, les deux dernières pinces de *** sein droit tombent.
<<CLAK!!!>> "-AAAHHH CA FAIT MAL!!

Tu change d'avis?
-Oui maître, d'accord faite de notre mère une traînée soumise à vos désirs.
-Hmmmm c'est bien ma cochonne."
Je retire délicatement les pinces de *** sein gauche. Je vois que sa main s'approche de *** string mais elle se retient de se caresser.
"-Ta envie de te branler salope? T'en a jamais assez!!
-Oui maître j'ai envie de jouir, je suis une cochonne nymphomane.
-Tu veux que je remplisse ta chatte avec ma bite?
-Oui maître prenez moi!!
-J'ai pas compris Chloé!
-Défoncez moi la fente s'il vous plaît maître!!!
-Va te mettre sur le canapé, sur le dos, les jambes en l'air et bien écartées."
Elle se positionne, enlève *** string souillé, je retire mon caleçon, présente mon sexe à l'entrée de *** minou trempé de mouille et je pousse un coup sec.
"-OOOHHH! OUI!!"
Je fais des vas et viens rapides et puissants, je tape au fond de sa grotte, je joue avec *** clito entre mes doigts. Je pelote ses seins, je lui roule une pelle. Elle crie *** plaisir.
"-Ouii maitre! C'est bon! Oui oui AAAHH oui!!
-T'aime ça traînée!! T'aime que ma queue te démonte la chatte!"
Je la baise de longue minutes jusqu'à ce qu'elle ai un nouvel orgasme, ce qui me fait moi aussi juter au fond de sa chatte.
"-Merci maître! Votre bite est délicieuse!
-C'est pas fini mon esclave! Branle moi, pour que je rebande! Je vais t'enculer ma cochonne!"
Elle me branle si bien que je rebande presque instantanément. Puis elle écarte ses fesses avec ses mains et me montre *** trou du cul.
Je la pénètre en quelques coups.
"-OOHH! AAHH! Hmmm oui! Allez y maître, détruisez moi mon petit trou.
-Je te préviens ma salope tu va boiter tellement je vais te déglinguer!"
Je la sodomise ardemment, ce n'est que sa troisième sodomie et *** trou me serre le sexe. Je fais malgré tout de violents vas et viens dans *** petit trou. Mes couilles frappes contre ses fesses, je la pénètre le plus profond possible.
"-AAHH c'est bon! OUI OUI OUI!! Plus fort!! AAAAHHH!"
Je la sodomise très fortement pendant de longues minutes. Puis après qu'elle ai eu *** troisième orgasmes de la matinée, je me retire de ses fesses et me branle au dessus de ses seins. Je lâche plusieurs jets de sperme sur ses miches blanches.
"-Va te relaver! Il est à peine midi et t'es déjà pleine de sperme et de mouille!!
-Oui maître, comme vous voudrez maître.
-Ensuite tu me ferras à manger!
-Bien maître."
Elle retourne prendre sa douche puis me fait à manger. Pendant le repas je lui explique comment je compte faire de maman ma pute numéro 2.
"-Se soir tu garderas tes habits de traînée soumise jusqu'à ce que maman rentre. Je veux qu'elle nous surprenne en train de niquer. Puis je lui expliquerai que tu voulais être mon jouet sexuelle et je suis sur qu'elle ne pourra pas résister à l'excitation. J'aurais deux chiennes nymphomane pour moi tout seul, je vous dresserais toutes les deux, puis je vous baiserais. Toi toute la journée et maman le soir quand elle rentrera. Vous vous lécherez devant moi comme deux salopes."
Je vois que mon récit excite ma sœur, sa main est descendu sur *** string, elle se caresse. Elle n'a pas le droit de se donner du plaisir mais elle ne peut pas résister. Je la claque sèchement sur chaque joue.
<<CLAK!! CLAK!!>> "-AAAHHH!!!!
-Tu n'a pas le droit de te toucher sale chienne. Attend qu'on finisse de manger, je vais te dresser."
Le repas se termine, et je dis à ma sœur d'enlever *** string et *** soutien gorge et de se coucher sur la table du salon. Je titille *** clito avec ma langue, je le sort de sa capuche, je le mordille, je tire dessus avec mes dents. Ma sœur sert les dents mais mouille abondamment. Je mets deux doigts dans sa chatte et commence à la branler.
"-AAHH OUI PUTAIN!! OUI MAITRE!!"
Je mets un troisième doigt et branle plus fort.
"-OOHH c'est bon! OUI j'aime ça!!"
Je ***** un peu pour mettre un quatrième doigt, sa chatte commence à être tendue.
"-Tu voulais te branler, et bien je vais te branler comme jamais! Je vais te fister ma chienne!
-NON! S'il vous plaît pas toute la main ça ne rentrera jamais!
-Je *****rais un peu si ça ne rentre pas."
Sa chatte est inondée et je ***** franchement pour introduire mon pouce et toute ma main dans *** minou.
"-AAAAAHHHHHH!!!"
Je suis rentré jusqu'au poignet et je commence des vas et viens rapides. *** regard est dans le vide, elle est à peine consciente tant elle jouit, sa bouche est ouverte mais aucun *** ne sort. Quand elle a joui, je retire lentement ma main et sans lui laisser le temps de récupérer, je retire mon caleçon et fourre mon sexe dans *** trou béant. Je commence à la limer violemment, je joue avec ses seins, je l'embrasse, elle me rend mon baiser. Je la secoue comme une poupée gonflable. Je lui mets un doigt dans *** anus en même temps.
"-OOOHHH OUI!!! OUIIII!!"
Au bout de quelques minutes elle jouit de nouveau, mais je continue de la baiser jusqu'à se que je remplisse sa chatte de ma semence. Nous sommes épuisés. On s'endort tout les deux sur le canapé.

A 17h je me réveille, Chloé dort à coté de moi, du sperme et de la mouille se ***t écoulés de sa chatte pendant *** sommeil. Cette vision me fait bander et je pénètre sa rondelle, ce qui évidemment la réveille.
"-J'ai encore envie de ton cul! Maman rentre dans 30 minutes, je vais te baiser jusqu'à se qu'elle arrive pour qu'elle voie comme tu es! Une salope nymphomane, qui adore se faire fourrer par tout les trous!!
-OUI maître baisez moi le cul s'il vous plaît!! Fourrez votre chienne soumise!!"
Elle jouie encore plusieurs fois. Moi je me retire avant de jouir et je me calme pour ne pas juter. Puis je la repénètre en alternant entre sa chatte et *** cul. Je la baise ainsi durant 30 minutes, quand tout à coup la porte s'ouvre, alors que je démonte le minou de Chloé qui crie *** plaisir.
"-AAHHH PUTAIN OUIII!! OUIII OUIII!!!!"
Notre mère, Léa, rentre.....

Léa, notre mère, entre dans notre appartement alors que je suis en train de fourrer ma sœur, Chloé, et qu'elle crie sa jouissance allongée sur la table du salon. Maman avance et s'arrête dans l'entrée de la pièce. Je lui tourne le dos mais je l'ai entendu rentrer. Je me retire du vagin étroit de ma sœur et éjacule sur *** ventre. Je me retourne et je vois ma mère qui semble paralysée. Elle est debout immobile, la bouche ouverte mais aucun *** ne sort. Ses yeux nous fixe ma sœur et moi, quand elle réussi à dire quelque chose.
"-Vous...baisés....ensemble!! Vous....êtes....fou!!!"
Elle a eu du mal à dire la phrase et je décide de profiter du choc pour mettre mon plan à exécution.
"-On n'est pas fou, on est juste deux adultes consentant qui prennent du plaisir ensemble. N'est ce pas Chloé?"
Chloé et toujours nu, coucher sur la table, elle n'ose pas regarder notre mère, ni parler.
"-Mais...vous êtes....frères et sœur!!
-Plus exactement, ta fille a décidée d'être ma pute à plein temps. Et les crie de jouissance qu'elle poussait quand tu es rentrée confirme qu'elle adore ça. Dit lui Chloé!"
Ma sœur sort enfin de *** silence, elle est décidée à m'aider, à convaincre notre mère de participer à notre jeu pervers.
"-C'est vrai maman, je suis l'objet sexuel de Romain depuis 3 jours et j'aime ça.
-Mes enfants ***t des pervers. Ma fille et la pute de mon fils. Ce n'est pas possible c'est une blague."
Je sens que contrairement à se qu'elle dit ma mère n'est plus vraiment sous le choc. *** regard se porte maintenant sur mon sexe qui a complètement débandé. Je décide de passer à l'étape suivante de mon argumentation.
"-D'ailleurs ça fait longtemps qu'on ne ta pas vu avec un homme. Pourtant tu es toujours belle pour ton âge. Ça ne te manque pas le sexe?
-Je t'interdis de t'occuper de ma vie sexuelle. Ce n'est pas parce que tu baise ta sœur que tu dois t'occuper de moi!! ....... Mais qu'est ce que tu fais Chloé??!!"
Je me retourne et je vois ma sœur en train de se masturber, les cuisses bien écartées. Ma mère fixe sa fente sans pouvoir décoller *** regard. Au bout de quelques secondes de cette situation, je m'aperçois qu'une petite auréole se forme sur l'entre-jambe du pantalon de tailleur noir de ma mère. *** regard n'a plus une expression de surprise mais d'excitation. C'est inattendu, je saisie immédiatement cette opportunité.
"-J'ai l'impression que tu n'es plus du tout dégoûtée! Tu es aussi cochonne que ta fille je crois.
-Euh...pas du tout."
Elle dit cela sans y croire.

Je m'approche d'elle est pose mes lèvres contre les siennes. Elle ouvre sa bouche et nos langues se touchent, s'enroulent, se mélangent. Ça y est ma mère s'abandonne à moi, elle m'embrasse langoureusement. J'ai envie d'elle mais j'ai tellement baisé ma sœur que j'ai du mal à bander. Alors je décide de m'offrir un petit spectacle. Je décolle mes lèvres de celles de ma mère, et lui dit.
"-A partir de maintenant tu es comme Chloé mon esclave sexuelle. Quand tu es à la mai*** tu dois être en lingerie sexy et m'obéir. Si tu n'obéis pas tu seras puni. Maintenant met toi complètement nu et va lécher la fente de ta fille, fais la jouir!"
Léa hésite, puis retire *** chemisier et *** soutien gorge. Cela libère sa grosse poitrine, ses seins ***t bien plus gros que ceux de ma sœur, ses tétons pointent fièrement. Puis elle retire ses chaussures et *** pantalon, et retire enfin un string en dentelle noir que l'ont ne s'attend pas à trouver sur une femme de 42 ans. Chloé attend ça mère les jambes écartées, elle se masturbe lentement.
"-Dépêche toi de venir me lécher maman, je veux sentir ta bouche sur ma chatte rasée!"
Notre mère vient se placer à genoux entre les jambes de Chloé, sa bouche et pile à la hauteur du sexe de sa fille. Moi je m'assoie sur le canapé pour regarder la scène. Léa commence à embrasser les cuisses de Chloé, puis elle embrasse *** ventre, elle embrasse tout le tour du pubis de Chloé. Je comprends que ma mère n'en ai pas à sa première relation lesbienne. Ma sœur n'en peut plus, sa fente ruisselle de mouille tellement elle est excitée. Elle attrape la tête de sa mère et l'oblige à poser sa bouche sur *** minou. Léa commence à titiller le clito de sa fille avec sa langue, elle le lèche, le mordille, tire légèrement dessus avec ses dents.
"-AH oui maman!! Vas y joue avec mon bouton!! Ouiii!!"
Puis Léa glisse sa langue dans la fente lisse de sa fille. Ce qui provoque des soupirs de plaisir chez celle ci. Elle entame des vas et viens avec sa langue, pendant que ses doigts, joue avec le clito. Chloé est au 7ème ciel, elle ne met pas longtemps à avoir un nouvel orgasme.
"-Ouiii maman!! AAAHHHH OUI!! Bouffe ma chatte!! PUTAIN OUIIII!!!"
Chloé viens de jouir sous les coups de langue de sa mère qui se relève et va embrasser sa fille dans un long baiser.
La scène que je viens de voir me promets de bien belle journée de sexe. Léa cesse d'embrasser sa fille et me dit sur un ton insolant.
"-Alors ça ta plus mon salop?!"
En entendant cette phrase je me lève, et d'un aller retour de la main je lui mets deux claques sèches sur les joues.
<<CLAK! CLAK!>>
"-AAAHHHH!!!"

Les claques l'ont surprise et ses deux joues ***t légèrement rosées.
"-Je suis ton naître, tu doit me dire <<vous>> et tu va être punie pour m'avoir insulté. Tu n'est qu'une traînée irrespectueuse. Je vais t'apprendre les bonnes manières."
Ma sœur est toujours couchée sur la table.
"-Chloé va chercher le martinet! C'est toi qui va punir ta salope de mère!
-Bien maître."
-Toi la vieille mais toi debout au milieu de la pièce, les mains sur la tête!
-J'ai pas envie!"
Ma mère dit cela avec un regard de défi et un sourire pervers.
<<CLAK!!!>> Je lui mets une claque juste sur le clito.
"-AAAAHHHH PUTAIN!!!!
Elle manque de tomber car ses jambes l'abandonnent durant une fraction de seconde. Puis elle se mets en place pour recevoir sa première punition.
Quelques instants plus tard Chloé reviens avec le martinet.
"-Chloé, je veux que tu mette dix coups de martinets sur le cul de ta mère pour lui apprendre le respect. Fais ça bien, sinon c'est toi qui prendras.
-Oui naître, je vais punir cette chienne du mieux possible."
<<CLAK! CLAK!! CLAK!!! CLAK!!! CLAK!!!>>
"-AAAAHHHHHHH!! OOOOOHHHHHH!!!!! PUTAIN CA FAIT MAL!!!!!"
Chloé assène de dur coups de martinet sur les fesses rosées de sa mère. Celle ci crie, des larmes coulent le long de ses joues. Mais ma sœur donne les cinq derniers coups de martinets sans hésiter.
<<CLAK! CLAK!! CLAK!!! CLAK!!! CLAK!!!!>>
"-AAAAHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
Maman à les fesses bien rouges, elle lutte pour rester debout, des larmes perlent sur ses joues, je les essuie avec ma langue en léchant lentement *** visage. Puis je lui dit:
"-Maintenant je veux que tu t'excuse pour m'avoir ma parlé tout à l'heure. Si tu refuse cela signifie que Chloé ne t'a pas bien frappée. Donc tu seras de nouveau punie mais ta fille le sera également pour avoir mal fait *** travail. Alors?
-J'aime les coups de martinets et je n'ai pas envie de m'excuser!
-Chloé recommence la punition! Mais frappe plus fort cette fois!! N'oublie pas que à cause de ta salope de mère tu sera punie toi aussi!!"
<<CLAK!!! CLAK!!! CLAK!!! CLAK!!! CLAK!!! CLAK!!! CLAK!!! CLAK!!! CLAK!!! CLAK!!!>>
Chloé frappe plus fort que la fois précédente. Léa n'arrive même pas à crier tellement les lamelles du martinet marque ses fesses rouges écarlates. Je suis obligé de la tenir tellement ses jambes vacillent.
"-Et maintenant tu comprend qui est le naître, salope?"
Léa essuie ses larmes, et me dit en baissant les yeux.
"-Oui naître, j'ai compris. Je me suis mal comportée, pardonnez moi. Je promets d'être une bonne chienne soumise.
-C'est beaucoup mieux! Tu es pardonnée. Maintenant va préparer à manger, pendant que je sanctionne ta fille.
-Bien naître, à vos ordres.
-Chloé pour te punir d'avoir mal fouettée ta mère, tu va porter des pinces à linges sur tes tétons pendant tout le repas."
Je prends deux pinces et les places sans aucun ménagement sur les tétons qui pointent de ma sœur.
"-AAAAHHHH!!!"
Chloé hurle car ses tétons ***t encore douloureux étant donné que je les ai déjà maltraités cette après midi.
"-Maintenant va aider ta mère, je vous conseille de bien vous entendre. Car maintenant vous faites équipe dans le seul but de me satisfaire! C'est clair pour vous deux?
-Oui naître.
-A vos ordres naître."

Les filles préparent le repas puis l'on passe à table. Pendant toute la durée du repas, ma sœur garde les pinces sur ses tétons, mais elle ne se plaint pas. Une fois le repas terminé je retire les pinces de ses tétons. Puis j'embrasse sa poitrine, je suce ses tétons, je les lèche et les aspire pour la récompenser d'avoir si bien acceptée sa sanction.
Ensuite j'entraîne mes deux esclaves dans la chambre de notre mère.
Je m'allonge sur le lit et dit à ma mère:
"-Suce moi! Montre moi comment tu fais les fellations!! Chloé pendant ce temps, bouffe la chatte de ta mère! Prépare la bien, après sa fellation je vais lui défoncer le minou!"
Léa commence, pose une main sur mon sexe et l'autre sur mes boules. Elle entame des caresses délicates. Pendant ce temps, ma sœur s'est glissée entre ses cuisses et commence à lui titiller le clito avec sa langue. Ma mère pose maintenant ses lèvres sur mon gland, elle embrasse mon chibre sur toute la longueur. J'ai de nouveau une belle érection. Ma mère, Léa, prend enfin mon sexe en bouche. Sa langue tourne autour de ma bite pendant que je suis dans sa bouche. Chloé est en train de lécher la fente de sa mère. Elle lui fourre sa langue dans le vagin et branle le clito avec ses doigts dans le même temps. Léa a du mal à me sucer, tellement sa fille lui donne du plaisir. Elle n'enfonce pas la totalité de ma hampe dans sa bouche et je suis bien décidé à l'aider.
"-A l'âge que t'a et avec le corps de salope que t'a encore, t'a du en sucer des kilomètres de bite. Alors enfonce la mienne au fond de ta gorge. Suce moi mieux que ça traînée!!"
Je prends la tête de ma mère entre les mains et appuie dessus pour l'obliger à avaler mon sexe entièrement. Chloé et maintenant en train de doigter sa mère. Elle lui met deux doigts dans la chatte et un dans le cul. Maman voudrait crier *** plaisir mais mon sexe lui remplie la bouche jusqu'à la gorge. Je baise littéralement sa bouche comme un vulgaire trou. Elle bave, des larmes coulent sur ses joues, elle à des hauts le cœur. Je lui inflige se traitement pendant plusieurs minutes puis je lâche ma purée au fond de sa gorge. Dans le même temps elle jouie fortement en sous les doigts et coup de langue de sa fille. Elle s'apprête à recracher mon sperme mais je maintiens sa bouche fermé avec mes mains pour l'obliger à avaler.
"-Avale mon jus! Les putes comme vous deux doivent avaler le sperme de leurs maître!"
Elle avale ma semence avec un air de dégoûts et me dit:
"-je n'aime pas le goût du sperme."
<<CLAK!>> Je claque sèchement ses gros seins.
"-OOHH!
-Je me fous que tu aime ou pas! Tu es mon objet sexuel donc tu avales et c'est tout! Maintenant Chloé à toi de venir me sucer. Fait moi rebander pour que je puisse démonter notre mère!
-Avec plaisir maître. J'aime sucer votre beau sexe."
Chloé enfilant directement mon sexe, qui avait commencé à débander, dans sa bouche. Elle me suça quelques minutes. Puis une fois ma vigueur retrouvée, je me retire de sa bouche.
"-Léa vient t'empaler sur mon sexe! Je vais déglinguer ton vagin de mature!
-Aller y doucement je vous en supplie naître. Ça fait presque un an que je n'ai pas baisé.
-Je vais vite te faire reprendre le rythme ma cochonne!"
Léa monte sur moi à califourchon et s'empale sur mon sexe bandé. Elle pousse un:
"-Ouhh!!" de surprise et de plaisir mélangé.
J'entame immédiatement des vas et viens rapides et très profonds. Je tape au fond de sa chattes, je la baise ardemment.
"-OOOHHH!! AAAAHHHH!!! OUII!!
-Tu là sens ma bite dans ta vieille chatte! T'aime te faire défoncer traînée!!"
Durant la pénétration ma sœur mange les gros seins de sa mère, elle joue avec ses tétons, les mords, les suces, et les aspires dans sa bouche. J'intensifie au maximum ma pénétration. Je soulève ma mère et la laisse retomber sur mon sexe. Elle ne résiste pas longtemps à ce traitement.
"-OUI PUTAIN OUIIII!!! DEFONCEZ MOI S'IL VOUS PLAIT!!! OUI JE JOUIS OUIIII!!!"
Elle retire *** minou de mon sexe, sa chatte dégouline de mouille, c'est une vrai rivière.
"-J'en ai pas fini avec toi! Mets toi en levrette je veux te sodomiser.
-Pas de sodomie! Ça fait des années qu'on ne ma pas sodomiser!
-Ta gueule salope!! Mets toi à quatre pattes sur le lit et écarte les fesses!!"
Léa s'exécute, je récupère de sa mouille pour humidifier sa rondelle.
"-Chloé pendant ce temps je t'autorise à te branler et à jouir. Tu as été une bonne esclave aujourd'hui.
-Merci naître."
"-Et maintenant à nous deux maman!"
Je pénètre *** anus d'un coup sec, lui arrachant un hurlement.
"-AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"
Je sens que je ne vais pas tenir longtemps alors je défonce *** trou du cul le plus possible. Je sens ma bite taper au fond de *** anus.
"-OOOHHHH MON CUL!! PUTAIN OUI!!!!"
Je la baise ainsi le plus longtemps possible en me retenant de jouir. Mais au bout de quelques minutes je n'en peux plus. Ma sœur vient juste de se faire jouir. Je me retire du petit trou de ma mère et viens la lâcher mon jus dans la bouche de Chloé qui avale tout avec gourmandise.
"-Merci naître de m'offrir votre liquide.
-Tu devrais prendre exemple sur ta fille maman!! C'est une pute obéissante contrairement à toi!"
Léa se redresse, elle à visiblement l'anus endolorie mais je sais qu'elle à pris *** pied comme jamais.
"-Merci naître de m'avoir défoncé les trous. Je vais essayer à l'avenir d'être une mère soumise et dévouée à votre jouissance!
-J'espère bien salope. Maintenant allez vous laver, vous êtes souillées comme des truies! Et après au lit, je vous veux en forme et en lingerie sexy comme deux traînées demain matin à mon réveil!"

Ma mère et ma sœur ***t mes deux soumises depuis plusieurs jours maintenant. Je les baisent dès que je peux et selon mes envies. Mais j'ai envie d'aller plus loin et de repousser leurs limites.
Il est 21h et je regarde la télé avec mes deux chiennes en lingerie assises à côté de moi. Une envie de pisser me prend et une idée très perverse aussi. Je me lève pour aller aux toilettes et dis à ma sœur de me suivre.

-Chloé viens avec moi, j'ai besoin de toi.
-Oui maître.

Elle me suis jusqu'au toilette en me regardant étonné. Je baisse mon boxer et commence à uriner. Chloé est à genoux à mes pieds, ses yeux arrivent juste au niveau de mon sexe. Je vide ma vessie comme si de rien n'était et sentant la source se tarir je stop mon jet et présente mon sexe devant la bouche de ma chienne de sœur.

-Ouvre ta bouche de pute et avale.

Châle obéis même si je vois du dégoût dans *** regard. Je lâche la fin de mon jet d'urine dans sa bouche, elle avale difficilement et en laisse couler au sol. Je maintient ma bite dans sa bouche jusqu'à la dernière goutte.

-Tu est vraiment nul comme chienne. Tu en à mis partout. Je vais encore devoir te corriger.
-Pardon maître, c'était ma première fois et ça n'a pas très bon goût.
-Tu va devoir t'y habituer j'ai l'intention de recommencer. On va voir si ta salope de mère aime ça.
-J'essayerais de progresser maître.
-Léa ma grosse salope, vient ici !

Ma mère à quatre pattes avec ses gros seins qui ballotent, j'adore. Je lui montre les gouttes de pisse au sol que sa fille à fait tomber.

-Ta fille n'a pas avaler ça, elle n'aime pas et sera sévèrement punie. Je veux que tu lèche ces gouttes.
-Avec plaisir maître.

Léa sort sa langue et lèche avec application les gouttes de mon urine sur le sol des toilettes. Une fois tout lécher sous le regard de Chloé, je frotte mon gland sur le visage de Léa, une goutte d'urine se pose sur sa joue, elle s'empresse de la récupérer et de la lécher.

-Maman tu est vraiment la pire des putain, et j'aime ça.
-Merci maître. J'aime tout chez vous même votre pisse.

Chloé regarde ça mère d'un air étonné mais je vois en regardant sa chatte s'ouvrir que ça l'excite.

-Pour te récompenser tu va pouvoir punir Chloé.
-Merci maître.
-Maître je préfèrerais que se soit vous qui me punissiez.

"CLACK" !

Je viens de claquer sèchement les petits seins de ma sœur.

-Aahh !
-Toi ta gueule ! Tu es mauvaise soumise.

Je les emmène dans le salon. J'attache les bras de Chloé dans *** dos. Et je donne le martinet à Léa.

-Punie cette traînée ! 10 coups ! Comme d'habitude si j'estime que c'est mal fait c'est toi qui prendra.
-Compter sur moi maître.

Alors que je pensais qu'elle lui frapperais le cul, le martinet s'abat sur le sein droit de Chloé lui arrachant un hurlement.

"CLACK !"

-Aahh ! Putain !

"CLACK !! CLACK ! CLACK !!!..."

-Aaaahhhh ! Ail ! PUTAIN !! Maman j'ai mal !

Léa frappe les seins de sa fille avec des coups sévère. Elle marque ses seins de trait rouges. Chloé crie sa douleur (et *** plaisir ?). Une fois les 10 coups donné Léa me rend le martinet. Je détache Chloé qui tombe à genoux et se caressent les seins pour apaiser sa douleur.

-C'est bien Léa tu a été dur mais c'est bien. Tu a gagner une récompense. Mets toi en levrette sur le canapé que je te baise la chatte.
-Oui merci maître.

À peine est elle installer que je me présente ma bite déjà bander à l'entrée de *** vagin déjà mouiller. Je l'enfournne sans ménagement, d'un seul coup sec.

-Oh putain c'est gros !

Je la baise bien fort en la fessant, en l'insultant, je cogne au fond de sa chatte. C'est de la baise pur et dur. Léa mouille comme une folle et crie *** plaisir.

-Maître c'est trop bon ! Vous le baisez si bien ! OUI PLUS FORT ! Oh putain oui !!

Je continue ainsi la destruction du vagin de ma mère. Je jette un regard à Chloé, elle a déjà oublié sa punition et se doigte à fond la chatte et le cul.

Cela m'excite encore plus et j'enfonce un doigts dans l'anus serrer de ma mère sans prévenir tout en continuant de baiser sa chatte.

-OH LE SALOP ! Aahh oui maître je vais jouir ! Je vous en supplie faite jouir votre putain de mère !

Je baise sa chatte à grand coup de bite et lui doigte le cul jusqu'à la faire jouir.

-OUI PUTAIN OUI ! JE JOUIS MON MAÎTRE ! OUI DÉFONCEZ MOI ! Oh merci maître d'avoir jouir votre chienne.
-Tu l'avais mérité. À toi de te rattraper Chloé, suce moi, fais moi gicler.
-Oui mon maître donnez moi votre sexe.

J'enfonce ma bite bien dur au fond de sa bouche. Chloé est vraiment une fantastique suceuse. Elle me suce, me lèche, caresse mes couilles, me branle.

-Je vais gicler ma chienne, je vais couvrir tes petits seins de mon sperme.
-Oui maître donnez moi votre jus.

Je me retire de sa bouche et c'est Léa qui vient me branler sur les seins de sa fille. Je jouis abondamment, lui couvrant les seins. Léa vient étaler et lécher le sperme sur les seins de sa fille comme une pommade pour les marques de martinet qu'elle lui avait infligé.

Je les adorent mes deux salopes.

Fin du texte, merci

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Taken in the Hood




I had just graduated from high school and set off to go to a top university and I couldn't wait. The only down side was that my girlfriend Sasha wasn't coming to the same college because she had other plans. We had been together for 3 years and looked set to be together for another 3, at least. Things were going great. That's when I get a phone call from her, a day before our anniversary and an hour later, she's dumped me. I was devastated and completely blind sided. Did not see that one coming at all. I spent a few days at home hiding, wallowing in self-pity and confusion, not sure how this had happened. I tried calling her a few times but it was to no avail, she wouldn't talk to me. A couple of my friends I had told, Jamal and Randy, comforted me a little butt I was surprised to find out that they weren't too surprised.

"Look dude, it's a good thing. Sasha was cheating on you," my friend Randy said.

"What the fuck is you talking about nigger?" I demanded to know, accusing him of talking nonsense. "How the hell is Sasha going to cheat on me, look at me nigger? Every bitch in school wants to fuck me." Randy didn't say anything because he knew I had a point. I was hot: good looking, with dark ember skin, a set of full of African lips and bodied like a Greek god, with a muscled, broad back which I had perfected playing running back in football. I was the complete package, being also from a well-to-do family. A lot of people said I looked like Tristan Wilds from 90210.

Nevertheless, what Randy had said made me concerned and I decided to investigate. I began to ask around and people told me she had been seen driving around a lot in strange places, as far South Central, LA. We were from the upside of town so we didn't have a reason to be going there and I couldn't figure what the hell she would be doing in the hood. So I parked outside her house one day and without being seen, I followed her. I had been tipped off that she would be most likely going on one of her strange trips and as soon I was driving behind her, I found out she was. Soon, we were in South Central and driving through the rough streets, I was reminded that if you ain't got a reason to be in the hood, don't go there. My parents were from there but they worked hard to make sure I didn't have to live in the ghetto.

Sasha parked on an unremarkable street and got out of her car. I noticed she was wearing some sexy attire, tight white top and a black tennis skirt. She walked up to one of the houses and knocked on the door. Pretty soon, somebody opened it and she stepped in to the darkness of the indoors. "She is cheating on me. The fucking bitch" I said to myself as I came to understand what was happening.

After everything that we had been through, after all that love and she would throw it away so casually? Not if I had my say, I thought. I sat in my car and began to think about what to do, my rage replacing my previous emotions of love, fuelled by this horrible twist in my young life. An old Ford drove slowly past me, with two mean looking black thugs giving me the dirtiest looks as I clearly looked out of place in this area with my Mini Cooper and pink Polo top.

After about an hour, Sasha finally left the house and drove away. I didn't follow her this time but got out of the car, my emotions a mixture of confusion and hatred and maybe a little a fear about what I was going to find out. I walked up the garden and onto the porch of the house Sasha had just been inside. Once I had summoned my courage and knocked on the door, I waited for a long time before someone opened the door but when I saw who it was I thought maybe it was better if I hadn't tried to get it open. A black guy, built like a small tank and wearing a nothing on but a towel opened the door.

"Yes? What you want nigger?" he asked, growing impatient with my silence. I wasn't sure of what to say, I was captivated by this guy. He was obviously a thug or some thing close to that. But my plan was to confront him about Sasha and I could see that it wouldn't be easy, he was that huge. His arms were like tree trunks, muscles roped thick and covered in dark tattoos. I wasn't an expert on such things but I thought maybe his tattoos indicated he was a member of some gang. "Nigger are you deaf?" he shouted at me. He leaned in a little towards me and I stared at his perfect, muscular body. I was a keen gym rat myself so it was always nice to see a good male body, like a purist admiring a piece of art. He reminded me a lot of this one porn star, Mr. Marcus. My eyes slipped and without realizing it I looked at his crotch to see if there were any similarities. From where I was standing, I could see a lot because there was the unmistakably imprint of a big dick.

I snapped out of my daze and replied, informing him who I was and that Sasha was my girlfriend and that he should stay away from her. He looked at me like he was confused for a few seconds, then he smiled, amused in an arrogant sort of way, and told me to come in. I did, not realizing what I had achieved since I wasn't sure I had come across as too threatening. The door shut and we were along in his house, which was dark, smoky and had a strong, pungent smell of weed and sex. Something in my mind should have told me what this place was and what he was but I obviously wasn't thinking clearly.

"So yeah, like I said before, Sasha is my girl and you best stop seeing her," I said, trying to sound as tough and imposing as I could. He looked at me without saying anything. He seemed more pensive this time, like I had touched a cord so I assumed my request was met on his senses. He kept quiet for a few seconds more and then spoke.

"You know what nigger, you could be right. But you forgot one thing?" he said.

"What's that?" I asked. But that's when it hit me. His fist came flying out of nowhere and it smashed me on the cheekbone. I was surprised and knocked down, falling to the ground in a flash of colors and pain. For a big guy, he was lightning fast. In football, I was used to physical contact but that punch was the hardest I've ever been hit. It took me a few seconds to realize what the hell had happened, my ears tearing up and my body and mind filling with adrenaline and mixed emotions. I would have jumped and fought back but very quickly he turned around and from a bureau he fetched something and turned around and pointed it at me. It was a gun.

"Bitch, you forgot that this is my house. And this is my hood." He said simply. My heart slowed down very quickly, I didn't want to look scared but I was terrified and he knew it. "So wassup boy? You got something else you want to front?" he asked.

"No! Please! I'm sorry I didn't-"

"Oh yeah you did. Any last words, bitch, before I fuck your brains up?" he asked me, pointing the gun even closer at me. I was blubbering at this point, probably didn't make any sense as I tried to speak and begged him to spare my life.

"Please, I am sorry. I didn't mean it. Don't!" I cried in protest.

He was laughing now, enjoying himself as he toyed with me. "Fuck you know about ****? Your bitch of a girlfriend Sasha owes me money and you think you can hustle her out of it with some weak ass front?"

I didn't understand what he was talking about so I told him I didn't know anything about Sasha owing him money. He didn't believe me at first, but after a few times me repeating myself, he looked a little more convinced.

"Well nigger, if you don't know, she owe me 400 dollars still."

"Why?" That's a lot of money.

"Coke. Her and a couple of friends been having a few too many parties and she bought a lot on credit. And like the good trick she is, she's being paying. With her ass."

I was shocked beyond anything I'd ever experienced in life. Still on the floor, my hands raised in defense and with the Mr. Marcus look alike thug imposing above me, I was horrified and I had no words. I tried to deny but I knew that it was no use, it was probably true. In my heart, I knew Sasha was not the person I thought she was.

"So... you didn't know?" he asked me, seeing my surprise as genuine.

"No... I didn't. Didn't know she was like that yo," I said and hung my head in disappointment and shame. He must have felt sorry for me because he took a step back and placed the gun on the bureau. He told me his name was Duke and that he was someone people didn't fuck with, a hood baller, a thug. Which is why he was surprised with the way I came at him.

"I guess you didn't know who I was, huh?" he asked.

"No I didn't," I replied. I felt a lot better knowing it was safer to be around him know. It was still uncomfortable with him hovering about me still in his towel. The sooner I could leave, the better. But when I tried to get up, he had other plans.

"Where you heading shawty?" he asked me.

"I'm sorry Duke, may I go?" I asked.

"Not yet ***, you got a few debts to pay. You know my name and face, your bitch girlfriend Sasha still owes me a lot and you just tried to diss me in my own crib. I say that's a lot to pay for."

He grabbed his crotch when he said that and when I saw that the impressive imprint of his dick became even more impressive, larger than before. I didn't know what he meant though and asked him directly.

"You going to suck my dick, or else." I heard him say this in horror but couldn't believe it. He was joking, ofcourse. Was he? He didn't look like it.

"Hell no nigger, I can't. I ain't gay," I argued.

"This ain't about that shawty," he said simply and dropped his towel, exposing his semi hard cock, which stood immediately up, impressive and offensive in its virile position. I was temporarily mesmerized by it, unsure of how it was possible for someone to be this hung. It had to be at least nine inches and still not fully hard. I hoped he was a show-er and not a grower. He leaned in towards me and the dick came towards my face. My immediate reaction was to move my head away but he persisted and when I tried to push him away, I got a slap across the face. "Bitch! I ain't playing with you no more, you got two options: suck this dick or suck this dick with a gun to your head. Your choice."

I didn't dare resist then. I let it come towards me, fearing for my life as it did more than I feared for my pride. When his head, now engorged and purple reached, my lips, I told him I didn't know how to do this.

"Open your mouth slightly, let the head come in," he instructed and I did as I was told, feeling the velvety flesh enter my lips for the first time. He pushed himself into my mouth slowly, feeling his way around until his entire head was resting on my tongue. I did my best not to ***** or splutter or anything and applied a little vacuum automatically, like you would to any foreign object incompletely inserted into your mouth to prevent it from slipping.

"Good," he said," now open your mouth wider." I did as I was told and he entered even further. He started to thrust his dick in and out of my mouth continuously, his hips moving at an increasing speed and all I did was hold my mouth open as his hand was placed on my head. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. It felt surreal and impossible that this was happening to me, but somehow it was. I was trying my best to deal with it... I didn't want to piss him off anymore. He held my head with one hand and the other was on his hip as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. The ***** of its entry and the size of its girth stretched my mouth to its limits. My eyes were wide in shock and ***********. He pulled out of my mouth and I gasped in relief as I was able to draw breath for the first time. He then smacked my face with his dick, slapping his fully erect cock against my lips.

"You doing good so far, now I am going to teach you how to take all the dick. You going to deep throat," he said and shoved his dick in my mouth once again. But where the limit of his girth stopped before, he pushed further. He told me to relax my throat muscles and breathe through my nose. I did that and felt my throat open up and slowly, he pushed in. I couldn't get it all the way in but he had got a good length of dick in. He kept trying to push the boundary though, even when he was probably three quarters in. The size of the meat in my mouth and the extremely potent musk it gave (not altogether unpleasant) began to have an intoxicating effect on me. It was like I was getting a little high, overwhelmed by the chemistry of what was happening to me and what I was doing. I found myself trying to swallow more and feeling a lot more relaxed. It didn't bother me so much anymore, not even when Duke insulted me.

"Yeah bitch! You love that ****, don't you. How does that dick taste, boy? That's a real man's dick you got in your mouth bitch..." he said and thrust his dick in and out of my mouth.

I didn't say anything, I knew there was no use. I had to just take it. If I didn't, he would have killed me- so the sooner I made him nutt, the better. Besides, it didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. Not even when he continued to insult me, calling me a bitch, a pussy, a faggot. Not even when his hands started to rub my face and body, his rough grip squeezing my flesh as I deep throated his dick. Not even he leaned over, his dick now very deep inside me and my face was pressed against his crotch, roughly pulled my jeans down slightly to halfway my ass and put a hand inside and squeezed it. I tried to say No, but it was futile because with his cock so deep in my throat and my face and nose pressed against his wiry pubes and six pack, it came out as muffled moans. He started getting rougher with me, his hands were slapping my ass and squeezing my flesh and he would pull out his dick, hold my head up so that I looked directly into his eyes, spit into my mouth and insult me, then shove his dick back into me and skull fuck me. I knew that my only escape was to make him nutt. I was getting him closer though and I could taste his dick getting saltier, indicating that he was leaking pre-nutt.

But not long after, he pulled out, grabbed me by the arms and stood me up on my feet. I had been on my knees for so long I damn near fell but he held me firm with his excessive strength and pulled me over to the couch, leaned me against it and kissed me. I was surprise by this sudden change in tact but realized I didn't resist. His tongue ****** itself into my mouth and it wasn't a slow sensual kiss you'd have with someone you loved, but it was a *****ful, evasive one that probed the depths of my mouth and tasted it. With me pressed against him, I felt his muscular frame feel like a wall and his big arms wrapped around me and squeezed my ass. My arms went around his. I had no choice but to give in. He would have killed me. I felt my jeans drop even further till my ass was exposed and his hand squeezed it hard. He broke the kiss and pushed me down on the floor once again and shoved his dick once again into my tired mouth.

"Look at you bitch. You like sucking a real man's dick? I can tell you do," he laughed and pointed out my dick, which had flopped out of boxers. It was fully erect. This shocked me beyond anything that I had experienced so far... I was enjoying it all! "Look at me, bitch," he commanded and I did. "I can see the lust in your face, you loving this, cocksucker," he said and I couldn't say anything. He picked me up once again, turned me around and flipped me over the couch.

"Hey! What the fuck nigger? This was never part of the deal..." I shouted as I felt his hands probing my asshole. I knew I was about to get fucked.

"Shut the fuck up bitch, why you complaining? I can tell you want it." He said. He spread it open and did something totally unexpected. He started eating my ass. At first all I wanted was to continue protesting but when I was feeling that tongue work it's rhythm on my hole, it felt surprisingly nice. I couldn't help it. My dick was rock hard and I scratched the couch and bit my lip as experienced this brand new experience. Sasha was never freaky enough to try something like this, hell we didn't even have that much sex and whenever we did, it was tame and conventional. She'd only sucked my dick once. I always thought she was shy in the sack... but obviously not if she'd been fucking with this nasty ass nigger.

He slapped my ass and I cried out, not so much in pain but in pleasure. The pleasure intensified, he rubbed it and licked and I could feel my balls tighten up. He pushed on finger in and then with a slight pop sensation, my ass was penetrated for the first time ever. I cried out in pain.

"Please Duke, stop!" I begged, my voice weak with feeling this strange sensation.

"Don't worry shawty, I got you. This ass I so right, I am going to have to take good care of it..." he said as he fingered me, loosening me up despite my feeble cries. When he was satisfied I was loose enough for one finger, he put another one in. And then another one after a while, till all I could feel was numbing pain in my ass from all three of his fingers inside me. But after a while, it relaxed me and I felt less pain. Wow... three fingers? Didn't know I could do that.

But that was nothing compared to what came next. It was impossible to not notice Duke's massive dick, it was a huge black phallus which was as thick as it was impressive in length. When he positioned it's head against my loosened hole. I tried to squirm away but he slapped my ass and held me down.

"Hold still bitch," he said and pressed it firmly against my butt. I felt intense pressure as it broke through the sphincter and beyond into my rectum. It was intense, not so much because of the pain but because I had been entered by another man's penis. I tried not to think about what physiological effect it would have on me... days of therapy, commitment and sexuality issues, you name it. I just had to make it end- before it went too far, further then it already had gone. ****! Too late... Duke pressed himself deeper into me. He used his big arms to anchor his weight and pushed his pelvis against my ass so that more and more of his dick entered me. I couldn't look behind me but it felt like I had a whole arm inside when I finally felt his six pack against my ass, telling me he'd fully entered me. He pushed his body weight against me and slowly thrust his pelvis and I felt gradually more accustomed to his invasion like that. I could feel every bit of his thick sausage as it slid slowly out from my ass and back in. He picked up pace and I didn't complain. That must have encouraged him because he was going faster with his strokes. I thought it wasn't too bad though, not the end of the world. He could have killed me- so why not let him get off in a way to say thank you. No one else was going to find out though, had to make sure about that.

He braced himself around me, like a frame above my back his arms held as his pelvis steadily grinded his dick in and out of my chute and when I bit my lower lip as his pole hit a spot inside me I didn't know existed, he laughed and told me how much I like it because I was a natural dick sucker and bottom. I listened to him and said nothing, just trying to stay in a sane state despite all that feeling that I was getting in my ass. I didn't know I could feel like this, it didn't hurt so bad and this was... pleasure? I wasn't gay, so how could I enjoy this? And he kept a***ing me and I didn't mind. All 11 inches slid in and out of me with speed now, he slapped my ass and kept fucking me.

"Yeah bitch, this is what you want, ain't it? You're ho ass girl is here all the time, sucking and fucking on a real man's dick. She loves it up the ass too. Bet you didn't know that," he said as he mercilessly drove his dick in and out of me, slapping my ass hard to punctuate his sentences," Bet you couldn't please her. That's why she had to come to the hood for some dick, your faggot ass dick is limp, except when you pleasing a man." He said and I listened in horror and said nothing. My dick was still hard and I couldn't hide it, didn't want to. My *********** was complete and I was at a point where it didn't matter anymore. The more he fucked me, the less I gave I cared. I could feel every nerve in my ass, balls, dick and thighs be alert to that constant drilling. It felt too good. I was enjoying it now and when he pulled out, I turned around and looked at him. He picked me up by the legs and flipped me over the couch and I fell on the other side and he jumped over, pinned me down by my shoulders and arms and my ass up in the air, he mounted me missionary style and carried on from where'd he left off.

"Don't worry ***, I got that thug dick right here," he said as he shoved his black phallus back inside my guts and carried on fucking me. With him above me, I couldn't break eye contact and I couldn't hide the fact that I was enjoying this more than I knew. Every time his body crashed down on me and he drove that dick deep inside me to the hilt, so I could feel every inch of its fat meat stretching my ****** hole, I felt fire in my ass- a feeling that I'd never had before and wasn't sure if I ever wanted to feel again. But when he stared into my eyes and called me his bitch, I knew that he was probably right, that this wasn't the last of my dick downs.

"You like this dick, dontcha?" he said.

"Yes," I heard myself respond. He picked me up and lifted off the couch like I was a ***** and flipped me around in the air, bent me over doggy style with my hands braced onto the couch and fucked me.

"You like getting fucked by real men?" he asked, his voice sounding edgy and pitched.

"Yes. ******. Yes!" I replied, feeling his dick hit parts inside me that made me feel so good. He was thrusting with real intensity now, using his entire length to drive into my sore ass without remorse. My body crashed against the couch continuously as it took his fucking like a pin cushion. He obviously didn't care if he hurt me or not, only caring about his needs. He kept hurling insults at me and telling me how much Sasha loves being fucked by real men and that she's a whore I can't satisfy, which somehow kept me entranced as I was being consumed by the entire ****** ordeal. His voice was becoming raspy and uncontrolled and he started to grunt and moan really loudly with each hard thrust he fucked me with. I moaned in response to what he was doing to me.

"Yeah bitch, you love that ****, don't you? Moan for me bitch." He said and held his hand against my throat. I complied as I intensified my moans. My dick was still rock hard and even leaked some nutt. "Who your daddy? Huh, bitch?"

"You're my daddy, Duke." I moaned in reply.

"Yeah boy, you damn right, you love daddy's dick, doncha?"

"Yes! Oh god! Yeah Duke- I love it. Please, don't stop." I said and that's when he slammed his body in me in massive surges and grunted. I felt a strange feeling inside my ass and relised he had just nutted inside me. He collapsed on top of me and I could feel his heavy breathing chest rise against me, our bodies soaked in sweat and his heart fast with beating. When he pulled out of me, his nutt leaked out. He stood up, his dick shiny with cum and my ass juices. That's when he bent over and grabbed me by the neck, picking me up from resting position lying down and ****** me on my knees.

"Suck, bitch. You going to clean me up," and he shoved my face onto his wet dick and ****** me to suck him clean. Damn! His dick was still hard and I wondered where he got his libido from. It tasted rough but its musky smell was intoxicating me even further against my will and coupled with the fact that ass felt loose and wet with his cum, I felt so dirty and cheap that I was on the verge of going insane with excitement. I moaned deeply while sucking his dick and licked his balls. He made me look into his eyes while I did so. After that, he grabbed me by the neck again and flung me on top of the coffee table and I fell against all the random stuff he had on it and bumped my head against it. But I felt no pain because immediately he mounted me again and roughly entered me and fucked me for a second time. This time he lasted a lot shorter and when he nutted, he busted all over my face and mouth, making me ***** his bitter tasting cum.

"Get dressed and get the fuck out of my house," he said as he walked away from the mess I was on his living room floor. I did as I was told and when I was dressed (except my boxers, which he told me to use to clean the nutt of my face and then leave behind) and walked past him on the way to the door, he slapped my ass and insulted me. I got out and walked over to my car. It was dark by then and even when people walked past me, I hung my head in shame, thinking maybe they somehow knew what had just happened to me inside. I drove away from the hood, promising myself never to come back and when I got home, rushed to my bed and jacked off till I skeeted my nutt all over my chest and face. And the whole time, it was Duke's face I saw as he fucked me non-stop.

About two weeks had passed since my scary encounter in the hood. I tried not to think about it too much, but all too often memories of myself being ********** fucked and made to suck a black dick would come into my mind. Sometimes I'd wake up in the night after having nightsweats involving big black dicks and loads of cum and I'd see that my own dick would be hard. I wasn't sure what all this meant but it scared me that I didn't know how to deal with it.

I tried to keep myself really busy by seeing more girls, hanging out with my friends and playing loads of sport and for a while it worked. And I actually thought that maybe I could bury that incident in the hood until... one day I am walking in town, on my way to see a couple of friends at a shoe store and out infront of me, I see him! Duke. The nigga who had fucked me in the hood. He was standing just a few feet away. As I was walking by this black SUV, he'd simply stepped and appeared like a ghost out of nowhere.

"Yo, what it do shawty?" he asked me, smiling like the devil.

I didn't say anything but my immediate reaction was to gasp and swallow. This nigga had an effect on me right on the spot. I felt fear as my heart began to beat but I also felt excitement and a little arousal. There was a strange, tingling feeling at the pit of stomach that I felt that only recently had become associated with thoughts of me being fucked by dudes. I tried to suppress it. I started walk past him and intended to ignore him but he caught up to me.

"Whoa shawty, not so fast yo," he said and grabbed my arm.

"Nigga you best step off with that ****. This aint your hood anymore," I warned him but he only laughed at me.

***** nigger, what you going to do? Hell, I bet you won't be so feisty if I come up inside this mall and tell your frat boy friends that only a few weeks ago, I had you bent over and stuck on my dick, with you moaning like a two dollar bitch." He said, making me dumb and speechless... how the hell did he know I was meeting people at the mall? "And how about I tell them you couldn't wait to suck on my dick AFTER I had nutted that **** deep in your guts?"

"Aight, I get your point nigga. What do you want?" I asked, feeling annoyed. Had to make sure he didn't get the upper hand again.

"A minute of your time shawty, in private. In my car." He said and I could only agree. I got in his SUV, makings sure to let him know we weren't going anywhere. There was someone else sitting in the front seat but Duke got in the back seat with me.

"Yo Duke, we driving?" the driver asked.

"No, we're not." Duke said, much to my satisfaction.

"So, what you want?" I asked. He put his hand into his pocket and got his phone out. "What you want nigga?" I asked again impatiently and annoyed because he was wasting my time texting others. "Here you go ***, have a look," He said and handed me his video phone. I wanted to say what but when he showed me a video of him fucking some chick, I looked at it in confusion. Then I saw to my horror that he was fucking Sasha! My cheating, crack-whore ex-girlfriend. And she was loving that dick too. I was beginning to feel rage build up inside me when... he pulled back the phone.

"Oops, played the wrong video. It's the next one," and he pressed play.

Again he was fucking some bitch and from what I could hear, she was loving that pipe too. Damn! He had her screaming and moaning like a tramp piece from the street. He was fucking her on the same couch he had been fucking my whore of a girlfriend, giving it to this girl missionary style. I had to contain myself though, couldn't let him see that the sight of his rising buttocks as he pile drived into this bitch was making me horny. Then I heard him moan and saw his ass clench as he came. That's when he pulled out and stood up, lifted her up and on to her knees... only it wasn't a her, it was a dude. Oh ****! It was me. My mouth was open then in shock, just like in the video, only there I had Duke's dick inside it. I was transfixed. I wanted to look away but I couldn't believe this was happening... how had this ************ filmed me? I looked at Duke, feeling hopeless. He was smiling unsympathetically.

"So, do you like it?" he asked. I swallowed and looked at him intensely.

"What do you want?" I asked, hoping he would say money.

"Well I think you know," he said and unzipped his fly and fetched out his nine inch dick. I looked at it for one second and didn't hesitate too much because I knew what he wanted. "I think we driving now Vince," he said to the driver. "Ain't that so? Unless you want to suck my dick right here in the middle of the city. In the middle of all these people?" he asked me.

"Yeah, let's go," I said feeling a little frustrated, but I looked at his dick and felt a bit of excitement coming into me. I tasted leaned in and stuck my tongue out, letting the tip lick the head just to give it that taste. It wasn't too bad. It smelled of musk and soap and I leaned in further and kissed the head. I led it slide slowly in mouth, trying to adjust to the rhythm I vaguely remember achieving that few weeks ago. But Duke was obviously less patient than me.

He grabbed me roughly by the neck and ****** my head down on his dick, letting every inch of that pipe slid deep into my throat. I had only sucked this dick once before so I was no expert but somehow it worked it's way into my throat, not all the way though. What ever couldn't fit ****** my mouth and throat and had me gagging like I was trying to swallow a large piece of steak. The sound of me not being able to cope and the spit running out of my mouth as I splurted and gasped when I finally pulled off got Duke really excited.

"Yeah bitch, suck that black dick. You know how to gag on that **** boy, now here you go," he said and ****** my head back on to his cock. He kept one hand on the back of my hand, applying constant gentle pressure and occasionally ******** pressure as he pushed that dick into my throat to try and open it up. I was trying my best to satisfy him, sucking every inch of his long 11 inch dick, licking the shaft and suckling the balls. It wasn't an easy task but he kept giving me instructions and ******* me into doing the right thing. One of his hands went inside my loose jeans and buried itself underneath my boxers. He palmed, squeezed and toyed with my ass.

"Damn nigga, that boy really is sucking your dick? He must be strung as ****. You sure he ain't on ******" asked the driver.

"Hell no nigga, he ain't. I told you he so. Now how about you give me that cash you owe, like I told you you would." I listened to Duke say and felt just the tiniest bit of embarrassment that Duke had won a wager on me that I would be sucking his dick... how did he know me better than I did? I felt his hand squeeze my ass and I moaned around his dick. It felt so hot inside my mouth and when I pulled it out it shined with my spit and had such a potent air about that it was like looking at fire. I had to swallow it again. Both Duke and the driver (Mike, I found out later his name was) could tell I was enjoying myself. I knew I was too. I was slowly gyrating my hips as I sucked on his dick, listening to the soft rap music coming from the car's stereo and the low, bear like grunts of pleasure as Duke was getting blown. His hands kept exploring my ass too and when one finger finally probed inside me, my already hard dick felt like it was going to go one step further and nutt. It didn't but I gave a out very loud moan as his digit gently opened me up.

"Mmm..." I moaned. I could feel Duke was getting excited, his dick tasted stronger as it filled my mouth with pre-cum. His thighs began to tense and he humped his dick firmly with impatience into my throat. I could his hear my moans and when I looked up at him his eyes were closed and he was biting his lower lip with a look of euphoria on his face. I tried to speed up my suction and bobbing but soon it wasn't enough for the impatient thug, as he grabbed me by the head and began to fuck into my mouth like it was pussy. I tried to keep up but he was going to fast and had me gagging and slurping enough to get Mike the driver saying "Dayuum! That sounds like some good head."

But brute ***** wasn't what my mouth was used to so I was beginning to feel pain in my jaws and was happy to hear Duke moaning and grunting.

"Awww fuck, aww!" he shouted uncontrollably. His hand pressed my face hard into his pubic hair and his dick slid deep into my throat," Fuck! Yeah nigger! Awwww take it bitch! ***** that nuttt!" he shouted as his body shook and he nutted his thick, potent cum into my mouth. I drank as much as I could but some splurted out all over his balls but I quickly licked it so it was clean. As he calmed down, he squeezed my ass and lightly fingered me as I carried on sucking his dick like he hadn't just cum a bucket load. I was feeling very horny and my hard dick must have made my boxers wet with pre-cum. But he pushed my head off and did up his jeans, leaving me feeling a little confused. He didn't say anything else but the car stopped.

"Get out," he said. I looked outside the window and saw we were back outside the same mall.

"Is that it?" I asked, trying not to sound disappointed. But he could tell I was.

"Yeah, that's it shawty, now hop off. I'll holler at you later." And that's what he said as I was almost pushed out of the car.

I stared at the car in confusion as it drove away, trying to understand what was happening to me. I carried on walking into the mall, getting my head straight for meeting with the guys. They were going to ask me where the hell I was this whole time.

******" I said to myself and grimaced. I had forgotten to get that video from Duke. He still had it. And by that extension, he still had me where he wanted me.

Later that day, I was practically running back home as all I could think about was what had happened in Duke's car earlier on. Somehow, he had been able to get me to suck his dick again after I had spent two weeks trying to forget that our first fuck ever happened. And I enjoyed and now couldn't stop thinking about it. After having spent the most of the day with some of buddies from the football team, I was heading home and happy to get there after a busy and interesting day. I was home alone and soon as I walked in I practically ran upstairs to my bed room. I put some music on, got a secret bottle of wine I had kept hidden (I meant to ***** it with Sasha but that wasn't going to happen anymore, obviously), poured myself a glass and began to get undressed. I got down to my boxers and fell on the bed and began to feel myself up. After about twenty minutes, I had ***** quite a bit and my dick was very hard as I obviously was very horny and had been playing with myself. I was moaning and squirming on the bed, fantasizing about fucking girls but after a bit that didn't have the best effect anymore and I kept thinking of Duke and how he had fucked me and that seemed to turn me on. My mind drifted and I found myself thinking of images of me getting fucked by Duke, and Mike his driver and even my guy friends and other men I knew. I wanted it to stop but I couldn't, allowing these thoughts to break my barriers open. My hands glided across my hot body as if they had their own agenda to please me and I groped my balls and the other I began to feel that patch of flesh between my ass and dick. I began to rub deeper and touched my asshole, pressing hard into it and getting an intense delight rush through my body. It was my first time playing with it and all I could do was mimic what Duke had done to me earlier. After he had fingered me in the car, I could feel that rough lingering presence on my ass all day and missed it. I closed my eyes and let my fingers explore my ass.

"Mmm..." I moaned as I felt my hole pucker in response to the sensitive feeling it got from my touch. I never thought it could feel so nice playing with my booty. Duke certainly knew how to do that for me. I though of him and the image of his massive dick made me bite my lips. Just seeing him in my head got me feeling so hot. Damn! My fantasy felt so real. It was almost as if he was standing in front of me. Hold on... yes he was.

"Duke!" He was standing in front of me by the door, grinning mischievously at me. My finger was still in my ass.

"So this is what you get up to when you're home alone, huh?" he asked and stepped inside.

"Duke how the hell did you get in? And how did you know my parents weren't here?" I asked. How the hell does he keep finding me?

"You left the door open shawty... but don't worry about that too much. I've got what you need," he said and unbuckled his belt.

"No Duke... I don't think I can-" I tried to say but it was useless. He fell on top of me and pinned me down facing him. He used his legs to open mine. Somehow he had been able to get his dick out while he was still wearing all his clothes. He grabbed my legs and lifted them above his head, grabbed my underwear and pulled them off roughly.

"Please Duke-" I tried to get him to stop as he spat into his hands and rubbed my booty hole roughly. I could see his 10 inches were already hard and lined up against me. He used his pelvis to thrust forward slightly and I began to open. It hurt so much as he entered my slowly but deeply till after a few excruciating moments, he was deep inside me.

"Oh my god," I said as I felt that fat dick prize me open.

"He's inside you," Duke said and laughed. I biting my lip and trying to deal with all that dick within me and he started to pump slowly, letting me get used to that feeling once again. It was starting to feel pretty rough as he hadn't used any lube. Duke could sense I was in a lot of discomfort so he pulled out and strattled my chest and placed that wet dick in front of my mouth. I swallowed that musky dick and after a few minutes of sucking it till it was soaked. He then pulled out and shoved it back in again. This time it was a lot better and when he pushed himself on top of me and raised my booty, he started to really fuck me. I was screaming like a bitch by this point from all that top dick and he just kept banging in and out incessantly. His dick would slide out till just the tip was in and then slide all the way back in, loosening me up. My ass was leaking a lot by now and my body was writhing in pleasure as I was being fucked intensely. I was moaning so much he stuck two fingers into my mouth and I sucked on them. My face must have been an expression of carnal pleasure as his was gritty and intense with only sex on his mind.

"You like this dick, bitch? Huh?" He asked as his hand left my mouth and grabbed me by the throat. He slapped me and asked me again.

"Yes daddy. Oh god!" I moaned as his rough moves found new places inside my walls to hit. He twisted me around to get me in on my side and with my leg raised, he used it as a thing to hold me with and he started to pound me hard and fast. After a few intense and pleasureable minutes where I couldn't stop screaming, he pulled out of me. He got off the bed.

"Turn around, ass up and face down. I want to see that ass boy," he commanded as he started to get undressed. I did as I was told. He started fidgeting in his pocket and pulled out a packet of some sorts but I couldn't see much because my face was pressed against the mattress. Next thing I knew I could feel his wet tongue eating my ass and after a few minutes of that, I was in ecstasy and started begging for his dick.

"Please Duke, put that **** back inside yo." I moaned.

He laughed," Oh so now you want that dick? It aint' hard at all to turn you, bitch." He said and slapped my ass," Damn ***, you got a nice, round ass. Move up the bed a bit." He told me and I did. With my ass up in the air, he got up from behind it and mounted it. This time, his dick sliding inside me had my toes curling and I moaned a long sigh as it felt so good being packed again. Without wasting any time, he started beating my lining again and riding my ass like he was a jockey. After a few minutes of that, he pulled out and with one hand flipped me over and turned me around. He strattled my chest again and I was wondering what he was going to do now. He leaned over and picked up something from the counter and next thing I knew he was hovering a small mirror with white powder on it. With a dollar straw he sniffed a line of the coke and then he handed me the plate. I did the same, sniffing one line. After a few minutes, that stuff hit my head and I felt that euphoria creeping in. His dick was back inside me and hitting my ass again. I rubbed my hands all up and down Duke's chest, loving that muscled built he had. He leaned in and pressed his full weight on top of me, humping me deeply. He started biting and kissing my neck and all I could do was moan. He flipped us around and had me ride him.

"Ride that stick bitch, work that ass hoe," he said and slapped my ass and had me gyrating and bouncing on his dick. With me in control now, I had myself vibrating and riding his dick, trying to milk it for him. I was bouncing up and down and my back was arched as I took charge of his dick. He was loving that ****, his hands were behind his head as I made the bed bend. He slapped my ass and told me to go faster. My dick was slapping against his chest and leaking pre-cum like it was nutting. He grabbed me by the ass and squeezed my buns hard.

"Mmm... I love that dick daddy," I moaned as he turned me around again and flipped me on my stomach. He grabbed my ass and raised it so he hit it doggy style. Damn! He was beating so hard I to hold on to the head board just to keep up. Good thing I was home alone because to rucus we were making was enough to raise the dead. My back was arched and his hands were full of my buns as he fucked me down like a cheap ho. I was a little ashamed at how loud and slightly effeminate my moans were but knew that I had gone past the point of pride. He pulled me back, pushed me down so I was flat on the bed and rode me hard, trying to really dig that dick deep into me. In a few minutes, the hand he had firmly on the back of my neck squeezed tight and I could feel his whole body tense up.

"Awww! Yeah boy, take it!" he shouted as he busted his nutt deep into my bruised insides. I moaned and bit my lip as I felt that hot nutt feel me up inside. He pulled out and stepped off the bed. My ass felt deprived with his dick having left it open and sloppy with cum and sex juice. I stuck a finger inside and was shocked to feel how numb and loose it was.

"That's pussy now, bitch. My pussy. We know that, now don't we?" he asked and I said yes.

"Yes." I said.

"Good, now lick your fingers and come over here. I want some had before I fuck you again," he said and smiled as he saw get up. Later on I found that Duke was renowned for his high libido, which meant he could for go hours non-stop by just fucking and nutting continously. After a few minutes of sucking his dick, we had a few more lines of coke and next I was back on my back and his ten inches of black steel deep inside me again. It carried on like that the whole night and by the time we stopped, I had been fucked enough times to make newlyweds blush. But I was high beyond what I've ever been before and by the time I vaguely remember him stumbling out of my room, I had taken six of his loads all in my ass. His ass now.

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Courtney's Ebony Goddess

"Courtney! Courtney, come here this instant!"

Miss Tomyka sounded very impatient, so I knew I had better get out to the pool in a hurry! I stopped preparing her lunch and headed outside, stopping to check my reflection on the way out. My maid's cap was perched atop my head. My crisp black uniform fit perfectly, my cleavage spilling over the top of the ruffled bodice, and was offset beautifully by my little white apron and the mounds of ruffled petticoats that bounced saucily as I walked. I turned around and looked over my shoulder to make sure my stocking seams were straight. I had learned the hard way that droopy stockings or crooked seams were pet peeves of my mistress. Miss Tomyka feels that if one is to be a uniformed maid, one has a responsibility to wear the uniform well - a lesson she has ********** on more than one occasion using methods that can only be described as "creative."

When I reached the poolside lounge chair in which Miss Tomyka was sun bathing, I asked "Yes, Miss Tomyka," as I bowed my head and curtseyed.

"Courtney, how many times do I have to tell you that my comfort and convenience are your primary responsibilities? It's hot out here and I have been waiting twenty minutes for you to come outside and refill my ******"

"I'm sorry, Miss Tomyka," I said as I clasped my hands and stared at the ground.

"If you want to be my maid, you're going to have to do a better job of it!"

"Yes, Miss Tomyka"

"And you do want to continue serving as my maid, don't you Courtney?" she said with a sly grin.

"Yes, Miss Tomyka"

"I thought so. Now, run along like a good girl and fill this pitcher with iced tea. You may also bring out my lunch when you return."

"Yes, Miss Tomyka."

I curtseyed and turned to go.

"Oh, Courtney?"

"Yes, Miss Tomyka"

"Please put five demerits into your punishment book. We will discuss this further during your weekly review."

"Yes ma'am."

As I clicked away on my gleaming patent heels, heading back to my chores with the ***** pitcher on a serving tray, I thought to myself how strange it was that just a short time ago our positions were reversed - and stranger still that I had begged Tomyka to trade places with me.

Chapter I

I had it all. Not only was I born to wealth and privilege, the fates had given me the gifts of great beauty and talent. I'm a drop-dead gorgeous blue-eyed blonde who learned early the power afforded by that money and beauty.

My talent is as a singer and dancer. So much so that I'm an internationally famous pop princess who has reigned at the top of the music charts for the past few years. My name is Courtney Lancer. Unless you've been living in a cave for the past few years, you know who I am. Your kids certainly do.

My rise to superstardom was as effortless as as everything else in my life. It's always felt to me that I was destined to succeed in whatever I chose to undertake.

One day, I lay by the pool, sunbathing in a lounge chair. I had just come off of a wildly successful six month tour. The HBO special of my performance in Las Vagas was one to the highest rated shows in the history of the network. I was taking a few months off from my hectic schedule of recording and performing to recharge and relax.

"Tomyka! Tomyka, please come here," I called.

Tomyka McKnight was my personal assistant. She had not been working for me long. After several years, my previous assistant said she was tired of the whole pop princess whirlwind and left my employ to get married and settle down.

Tomyka had been referred to me by one of the dancers in my show. It seems she was at loose ends after the devastation of Hurricane Katrina. Her job in New Orleans no longer existed because her place of employment had been destroyed. Tomyka was one of the the thousands of people evacuated from the hellish conditions in the Superdome and sent into Texas.

The dancer in my show was Tomyka's cousin. He was aware that my previous assistant had moved on and suggested that Tomyka might be a good fit for the open position.

"Courtney," he said, "she's beautiful, educated, organized and energetic. Her whole world has been turned upside down by Katrina. Right sow she's a refugee, but I'm telling you, this girl is a class act. I'm sure she'd do a great job managing everything you have to deal with."

I liked her right away. Even though she had been ****** to flee her home with only the clothes on her back and had been through hell during the immediate aftermath of Katrina, she still radiated intelligence, class and beauty. Her presence was downright regal. With her posture, bearing and piercing eyes, she reminded me of nothing so much as a Nubian queen visiting Egypt at the time of the Pharos.

Tomyka quickly became an invaluable part of my entourage. She did a great job of organizing my impossible itinerary. There were always a lot of balls to keep in the air at the same time -recording sessions, rehearsals, guest spots on TV shows, endorsement deals (last year I made more $millions from the Barbie dolls, lunch boxes and tee shirts that bear my likeness than I did from record sales) - you name it, I had it going on.

Each morning Tomyka would come to me, looking every bit the efficient assistant and lay out my schedule for the day. I was able to accomplish more than ever thanks to her organizational skills. I rewarded her handsomely for her efforts and even asked her to move into my home so she'd always be nearby when I needed her.

I had bought a lot more house than I needed - a mansion on what can only be described as an estate several acres in size. My accountant told me it was a prudent move - either buy something or see the money disappear into Uncle Sam's black hole.

It was lonely to live by myself in a palace. During the day, Carman, the cook\housekeeper and Jorge, the driver\groundskeeper were around but they left after work, leaving me alone in the huge house at night. Sure, I could have gone out, or entertained, but I was tired after my recent tour and wanted to rest for awhile. Home was where I wanted to be, and I was very happy to have Tomyka under the same roof while I recharged.

"Yes, Miss Lancer?"

"Hello, Tomyka. I've signed the stack of papers you left with me. Please take them and be a dear? Please bring me something to *****. And for goodness' sake, please call me Courtney. I think of you as a friend, and we live under the same roof!"

"No, Miss Lancer. I am your employee. A show of respect is appropriate. I'll be happy to get you a *****."

As she walked from the pool back to the house, I reflected on how lucky I was to have found Tomyka. She did a great job as the personal assistant I had hired her to be, but also took it upon herself to cook and clean, not waiting for Carmen. If she saw something that she thought needed doing, Tomyka did it.

As pop royalty, I was surrounded most of the time by insincere sycophants - hangers-on angling for a piece of me in order to benefit themselves. Tomyka was a breath of fresh air.

As she returned with my *****, Tomyka did not look like the personal assistant in a crisp business suit that usually greeted me in the morning. This being a Saturday, she must have decided that something needed cleaning, because she was dressed in a simple housecoat, with a kerchief on her head, wearing rubber gloves.

"Thank you, Tomyka. What in the world are you doing that requires rubber gloves?"

Tomyka laughed, "I'm sure I look like something the cat dragged in. My bathroom needed a touch up."

"Why not just wait for Carmen? I pay her to be the housekeeper, not you. You do enough during the week. Come sit by the pool and relax."

"I'm sorry, Miss Lancer. It wouldn't feel right. You are the lady of the house, and lounging by the pool is your place. My place is to be working." She smiled and returned to her work in the house.

I don't now what came over me in that moment, but as I lay there I began to feel aroused at the thought of serving Tomyka. To go from being the "lady of the house" stretched out poolside in luxury, to being the person at the bottom of the pecking order. Suddenly, scrubbing and serving while Tomyka lay by the pool became very sexually exciting!

I laid there actually trembling as I imagined surrendering power. After actually orgasming, I knew I had to act on my feelings.

I found Tomyka on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor in her bathroom. As I stood there with my hands on my hips, my long legs gleaming in my stiletto heels, I asked her to let me trade places with her.

Tomyka seemed confused at first, as if she didn't understand what I meant. I explained that I wanted to play a game - that it would feel deliciously naughty to me to make believe she was the mistress and I was the servant.

She still seemed skeptical until I told her that this was something that was turning me on and that I would pay her a ten thousand dollar bonus if she'd play with me and boss me around.

"Well, Courtney," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "you can start by finishing this bathroom. First though, we have to find you some appropriate clothing. My maids are not permitted to prance around in gold bikinis and come-fuck-me pumps!"

We went upstairs into my suite. As we entered my walk-in closet, it occurred to me that it was bigger than Tomyka's apartment.

As it happens, we are both the same size. As she scanned my closet for something to wear, she undressed. She handed me the housecoat, her kerchief and the rubber gloves.

"You're going to work, and you're going to look the part. Get out of that bathing suit and into my cleaning clothes. I've had a DVD from Netflix hanging around for a month, that I've been meaning to watch. Please set me up in the entertainment room with a snack and then clean my apartment. And you had better to a good job," she said.

"Or what?" I asked.

"I'll think of something. By the way, as you were getting changed, I was happy to see that the rug matches the curtains. An ebony goddess such as me should only be served by a natural blonde! Perhaps one day I will take the amber fleece that sits so proudly between your thighs and keep it as a souvenir. Wouldn't it look great under glass like a pressed flower? We could hang it in the main foyer. It would make a great symbol of our relationship. Hmmm, I'll have to give the matter some thought. Now, off with you!"

I blushed at Tomyka's reference to the "amber fleece" between my legs, but I loved the bossy tone she was taking with me. She was playing her role very well, seeming to understand how to press my buttons. Being bossed around and spoken to as though I was a silly subordinate that she had little patience for made me very excited - a fact demonstrated by the growing wet spot in the panties I had just put on.

After queuing up Tomyka's DVD and serving her a snack, I set about scrubbing her bathroom floor on my hands and knees, made her bed and vacuumed her apartment, all the while relishing the thought of her lounging in the home theater in one of my designer ensembles as I performed my menial tasks. I can't explain why, but the reduction in status from princess to plainly dressed cleaning lady made me tremble with sexual excitement.

When I finished my chores, I went to see my new mistress in the home theater and told her I was done.

"We'll see," she replied.

"Not bad for a first attempt, but I expect a better job as you become more accustomed to your new responsibilities."

"Yes, Tomyka"

"When we are playing our little game, you will refer to me as Ms. Tomyka. Is that understood?"

"Yes,... Ms. Tomyka."

"Very good, Courtney. Now, if you don't mind I want to finish my movie. Please make yourself busy."

As I got down on my hands and knees and began scrubbing the floor my field of vision was filled with the sight of Ms. Tomyka's long, gorgeous legs gleaming as she wore the pumps I was wearing earlier. It was a mirror image of the earlier scene - and thinking of it made me orgasm again.

Thus began my descent into sexual slavery. Chapter 2

For several weeks, this became our routine: As soon as Carmen and Jorge left for the day, I would strip and leave my clothes in a pile wherever I was (Ms.Tomyka's orders!). The next day Carmen would find the pile of clothes wherever I had left them. She would mutter under her breath about what a slob I was becoming and how I was taking advantage of my employees.

"That spoiled brat needs to be taught some respect," Carmen said one day. If she only knew!

After stripping I would then explore the house in the nude until I found Ms. Tomyka. Sometimes this entailed searching outside. If I found Ms. Tomyka in the back yard, I would stand before her at attention and wait for her instructions. If I was unfortunate enough to find her in the front yard - I'd have to crawl behind the hedges to keep out of sight - I would squat behind the bushes and call to her as quietly as I could. After I got her attention, she would laugh and tell me to stand in front of her at attention - in the front yard - or sneak back into the back yard and cut a switch. I would have to wait outside in the nude nervously twirling the switch in my hands until Ms. Tomyka decided to come into the back yard and put a few stripes across "the best ass of the decade" as voted by the readers of Maxim.

If I found Ms.Tomyka inside the house, after presenting myself at attention I would usually be commanded to kneel before her and worship her feet for several minutes. I would then be sent to dress in my work attire and then complete whatever cleaning assignments Ms. Tomyka specified. Many nights, as Ms.Tomyka lay about (in my clothes!) reading a book or working on the computer, I, attired as a cleaning woman, did just that.

Carmen commented more than once that a chore she was used to doing seemed to have been completed already. "Madre Dias!", she said one day, "the marble foyer at the foot of the grand stairway looks as though it's been scrubbed by hand!" Tomyka grinned at me as I blushed a deep crimson. Carmen got a quizzical look in her eyes, then just shrugged and moved on to her day's tasks.

My new Mistress did not restrict my duties to mere housework. On some evenings I became her Lady's maid. At such times I would be attired not in a plain housecoat suitable for scrubbing on my hands and knees (the only way Ms. Tomyka would allow a floor to be cleaned), but in an elaborate black satin maid's uniform. I was responsible for bathing my Lady, brushing out her hair and attending to her manicure and pedicure.

I was used to being on the receiving end of manicures and pedicures, and so had to learn how to do both up to Tomyka's standards. Between the internet as a source of information and Ms. Tomyka's hairbrush as a source of motivation I soon learned what I had to know. When she felt motivation was needed, Ms.Tomyka would use the hair brush with which I brushed her hair on me - but not in the same way I used it on her! Suffice it to say, I frequently had a very difficult time sitting on "the best ass of the decade"

"Wonderful job, Courtney," Ms. Tomyka said one day as I was working on her toes.

"I think it would be very beneficial for you to spend a month or so as a stylist in a nail salon. I want you, you spoiled little bitch, to know what it is to serve the spoiled women like yourself who frequent upscale salons. Their grating air of assumed privilege and the haughty way they treat "the little people." We'll have to disguise you, but I can just see it now - Courtney Lancer taking the bus to work carrying her lunch in a brown bag! What delicious ***********! It would be great if your boss was some shrill little Korean lady who treated you like ****, humiliated you in public and gave you all the rotten jobs in the salon. Just think how well you'd be able to relate to your audience after such an experience! I'll have to give this some thought. For now, please remove your clothing and meet me in the home theater. I want to sit on your face while I watch a movie."

I spent quite a bit of time under Ms. Tomyka's beautiful bottom. When it comes to oral sex, I've sometimes felt that God put the playground too close to the bathroom. Despite my initial reluctance, after many hours of practice I became quite good at cunnilingus. It took awhile to get used to eating ass. I didn't like tonguing Ms. Tomyka's tight little rosebud at first, which is why she insisted on it. Afterwards she would always call me "ass breath" which made me cringe.

Suffice to say, Ms. Tomyka has expanded my limits. I will now blow, lick, suck or tongue any body part on any person when commanded to do so. More than one random guy walking down the street at night has had the experience of a stunning blonde stepping out of the SUV that pulled up along side him and being asked if she could give him a blow job. The guys must be too stunned to recognize me - so far nobody has asked, "Say, don't I know you from somewhere?" Maybe because it's so out of context...they're used to seeing me on TV, not squatting between parked cars with their dick in my mouth. Some of the cell phone pictures the guys have taken are bound to wind up on the internet, so I hope Ms. Tomyka tires of humiliating me in this way soon. Chapter III

One night as I kneeled before Tomyka she told me to stop sucking on her toes and sit back on my haunches before her.

"I've decided to make a few changes," she said."

"When we are within the confines of this estate, you will be a 24\7 slave. Henceforth you are not permitted to wear clothing. Tomorrow, I will explain the new guidelines to Carmen and Jorge as you sit obediently at my feet in the nude. Going forward, Carmen will be my assistant and you will obey her as you do me. As for Jorge...I suppose being a typical male, once he realizes that Courtney Lancer is at his beck and call you will probably be ravished in every hole you've got on every inch of this property."

I immediately rebelled. I stood up and stepped away from Tomyka.

"No!" I shouted as I stood up and backed away.

"I've enjoyed playing our little game, and I'm grateful you indulged my submissive fantasies, but I am not going to let our kinky play time extend into my day to day life!"

My Ebony Goddess snapped her fingers and pointed towards her feet. I immediately fell to my knees, crawled to her and began showering her beautiful feet with kisses.

"You silly thing," laughed my mistress. "Did my cousin Darnell ever tell you exactly what my job in New Orleans was, prior to Katrina? I was employed by the Louisiana State Department of Health as a licensed **************. I used ******** to help patients deal with anxiety, phobias, weight loss, smoking cessation and all sorts of issues. I am a very skilled ********* and a very keen observer of human nature."

"It was inevitable that you come to me and tell me you wanted to be a slave. The "naughtiness" of giving up your power and privilege to serve a black woman is very titillating, isn't' it? For the supposed top of the pyramid, a blue-eyed blonde beauty, to be at the beck and call of someone supposedly at the bottom of the food chain, a black woman."

"I don't know if it's due to some sort of sense of collective guilt, or what, but it happens all the time. When a spoiled and pampered blonde princess spends any amount of time with a strong African-American female, submissive feelings always emerge. It's as if the white girl folds in the presence of the strength emanating from a black woman. There are literally thousands of white woman who are slaves to their Black Mistresses. You'd never know it, but many a porcelain blonde from the upper class suburbs spends time with her face beneath the ample ass of her housekeeper."

"Think about the strength of the Black race! What other group of people has been so mistreated throughout history? Any other race of people would have been destroyed by the experience of slavery and Jim Crow. What did the Black race do with its pain? We combined the cultures of Africa and the Caribbean to give the United Stages it's only indigenous art form - Jazz, Blues and Rock and Roll. Without us, you bland white bread racists would still be listening to Lawrence Welk!"

"As I said, your submissive feelings were inevitable. It happens all the time. Let's just say I helped to bring to the surface what you already had inside by way of some ************ commands. See how easily your little revolt was stopped by the trigger I implanted into your subconscious - snapping my fingers and pointing. It works so well because it's what you really want."

"So, enough of this silliness. You are my slave, and tomorrow you will kneel naked before Carmen and Jorge while I explain that this is what their employer wants and that you are going to pay them both a very fat bonus to play along."

"For now though, we have to deal with your little revolt. Go get into the SUV. Don't bother to get dressed. From now on you are to assume that you are to be naked at all times and under all circumstances unless I tell you differently. We're going for a ride out on the interstate, where you are going to blow a trucker. When you grovel before Carmen and Jorge tomorrow it will be with dried sperm flaking off of your face and matted in your glorious golden curls. Get going!," she said with a slap across my behind.

As Ms. Tomyka pulled the SUV in front of a tractor trailer on the interstate, she turned on the dome light and opened the rear hatch. The truck driver was treated to the sight of me stark naked with my legs splayed widely apart while I brought myself to the edge of ecstasy with a huge crystal dildo.

The trucker blew his air horn to let me know how much he was enjoying my performance. When Ms. Tomyka saw a sign for a rest area, she pulled in. The tractor trailer followed. When the truck pulled to a stop, I leapt out of the SUV and ran naked across the parking lot. I climbed the stairs up to the passenger door and swung the door open. Our truck driving friend already had his cock in his hand. I immediately began giving him a very enthusiastic blow job.

After a few moments the passenger door flung open and we were bathed in the light of a camera's flash. Ms. Tomyka had caught me with my lips forming the classic cock sucker's "O" just as I was on the upstroke, so my cheeks were sucked in.

"This is part of her initiation," said Ms. Tomyka. An 8"x10" color glossy of her blowing you is going into our sorority album. Please don't come in her mouth! Come on her face. Every girl's section has to include a portrait of them smiling after a facial!"

Our truck driving friend was happy to cooperate. Apparently he was also happy to get on his CB radio and spread the word. More trucks began pulling into the rest area. I blew each driver, much to Ms. Tomyka's delight. She promised to email each driver a picture of me sitting nude in their lap as a souvenir of our little adventure. By the time we pulled out of the rest area to return home, I was so covered with sperm that I looked like a glazed donut.

"Tonight, you are ******** on the floor at the foot of your bed - where I'll be ********," said Ms. Tomyka.

"As a matter of fact, we are trading rooms, but more about that later," she continued.

'You are not getting cleaned up until we have our little meeting with Carmen and Jorge in the morning. Don't ***** too close to the bed. You stink!"

Chapter IV

As promised, the next morning Tomyka called a meeting with Carmen the housekeeper and Jorge the handyman. She told them that she had been promoted to General Manager of Courtney Lancer, Inc. and that going forward they would be taking instructions from her. In addition, Tomyka told them, I would be joining them to explain certain other changes being made in the way the household was run. When Tomyka snapped her fingers and called to me I might have chickened out and not entered the room if snapping her fingers did not also activate a post ******** calming sensation.

Carmen and Jorge were speechless when I entered the room stark naked, knelt before my mistress and ********* her feet in kisses. Ms. Tomyka was sitting opposite Carmen and Jorge, so with my lips at Tomyka's feet and my ass in the air, they got a view of their former boss that they were not used to. They recovered quickly as I knelt before Tomyka and explained that ********** and *********** was what I needed and wanted and that I had begged Tomyka to become my mistress. When I further explained I would pay them each a six figure bonus and open up tax deferred accounts to fund their **********' college education if they remained discreet, they were more than willing to indulge what they thought was just another phase for a spoiled brat used to getting her way.

"Oh, please," said Carmen. "Last year you were into Buddhism and the year before that you were a vegetarian. This interracial lesbian slave business will run it's course too, but in the meantime, if you want to give me a ton of money to indulge this year's flavor, that's fine with me." Jorge nodded in agreement.

"Very well, then," said Ms. Tomyka. "As General Manager of household operations, I declare this meeting adjourned - but first Carmen, I want you to realize that you are my second in command. When I am away, Courtney is under your thumb. I expect you to make sure she adheres to the strict standards of behavior and obedience that we will discuss shortly."

"That won't be a problem. Her ability to always get what she wants gets on my nerves. She thinks that just because she was born lucky that she's somehow better than everyone else. I look forward to bossing her around. Getting paid for the privilege is icing on the cake!"

"Very good," said Tomyka. "Courtney, you are dismissed. Please go and take a bath, you sperm covered little skank. You're disgusting! While you're getting cleaned, Carmen, Jorge and I have much to discuss"

Tomyka wasted no time making changes. Later that day, as I scrubbed the kitchen floor under Carmen's watchful eye, Jorge emptied out Tomyka's basement apartment. She would be using the master suite that had been mine, while I would be staying in what had been her apartment.

It's probably not accurate to call it an "apartment." "Kennel" might be a better description, because Tomyka commanded that the only furnishing be a locking dog cage containing a blanket, a water bowl and a food bowl. That was the extent of my furnishings. If Tomyka didn't want me to spend the night in her room with my face buried in her crotch, I'd be locked into the cage and the lights would be turned off. I would have to wait in total darkness for Carmen to release me in the morning. She would attach a leash to the collar that I wore when Ms. Tomyka put me into "doggie" mode and I'd follow her on all fours as she walked me into the back yard, where I would relieve myself.

Several months into our adventure, Ms. Tomyka had to return to New Orleans to attend to some family business.

"You're in charge Carmen. Keep Courtney on her toes while I'm away," said Tomyka as her bags were loaded into the limousine that would take her to the airport.

"That won't be a problem," laughed Carmen. "I have a few ideas regarding how to keep her humble!"

The approach Carmen wanted to take to dominating me during her week in charge was to be my "mommy" -- which is what she demanded I call her. She wasn't about to let me have the run of my house unsupervised when she left for the day, so she decided I would come home with her each night - as her school-aged ********.

With my makeup scrubbed off , my hair in pigtails and my breasts hidden under a compression garment, I very much looked the part when Carmen - I mean Mommy - dressed me in her grown ********** old school uniform and a backpack.

I would ride the bus with Carmen back to her house, where I would do the "homework" she assigned me - usually writing embarrassing phrases such as "I am a naughty little girl and I am going to get a bare bottomed spanking!"

"Welcome home, general manager," said Carmen, on the day Tomyka returned.

"We've missed you around here, but I think I did a pretty good job of keeping little Miss Courtney in line during your absence."

"I knew I could count on you," replied Tomyka. "Where is our employer, anyway?

"Courtney wanted to give you a special present for your return. She's wrapping it now."

"Courtney? Are you done? Please come down here and greet your mistress properly," called out Carmen.

"I'm coming, Mama," I called out. "I'm just finishing wrapping Ms. Tomyka's gift"

"Mama?" asked Tomyka with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, I wanted her stripped of all power and privilege. While you were away she was my *****. She couldn't so much as turn on the TV without permission."

As I came down the stairs in my schoolgirl, uniform holding a gift wrapped box, Ms. Tomyka smiled.

"Well, my standard order is that you are not permitted clothing, but your little uniform is so cute that I can't argue with your mama. I'm tickled to know you haven't been allowed to wear anything more grown up than pigtails, anklets and Mary Janes during the entire time I was gone. What is that you've got there?"

"I've missed you Mistress, and wanted to give you a homecoming gift," I said as I curtseyed and handed the gift to Ms. Tomyka.

"Thank you, Courtney," said Ms. Tomyka. "Let's see what we've got here!"

Tomyka wore a very wide grin as my gift came into view. There, framed under class was a parchment reading:

Dear Mistress, Thank you for helping me find fulfillment in **********. Please let me always be Your slave and punish whenever and however You see fit! Your Ass-Breathed Bitch, Courtney

The words, rendered in beautiful calligraphy, were placed around the central element of the document - an amber triangle of curls that, until recently, rested between my thighs.

"Thank you Courtney! It's beautiful! Carmen, please ask Jorge to hang this wonderful piece right here in the main entrance."

"Courtney, I want to see your new look. Please go to your room, get undressed and return naked."

"Carmen, how did Courtney's new look come about?" asked Tomyka.

Carmen replied, "Little Missy was very bratty one night when I told her she could not watch TV and had to write her assigned lines...I think it was something about getting her mouth washed out with soap...anyway, after reddening her bottom with a kitchen spoon, I decided to increase her punishment. I told her she was a little brat and now I was going to make her look like one."

"She stood in my kitchen with her panties around her ankles, holding up her uniform skirt as I grabbed a pair of scissors and trimmed her pubic hair until only a bit of stubble remained. I ordered her into the bathroom where I shaved her, and gave her a taste of the soap she didn't want to write about."

"As I began to sweep up the hair clippings from the kitchen floor, Courtney asked if she could have the hair so she could create your gift. That project became her homework for the rest of the week - after she finished writing 100 times, "I have no pubic hair because I am a bratty little girl and it's only right that I should look like one." She completed the assignment sitting on a bare red bottom with soap bubbles coming out of her mouth. I had no problem getting her to do her homework for the rest of the week!" laughed Carmen.

Over the next several months the amber thatch that Tomyka had commented on so long ago fully reappeared. One day as I busied myself cleaning my mistress' beautiful ass with my tongue, Tomyka announced, "I've decided you're going to stay bare down there. You are to begin electrolysis for permanent hair removal. When you finish what you're doing, find Carmen and tell her I want you shaved. Save the clippings and bring them to me."

Now, months later, the electrolysis treatments are complete. I look the way I did when Carmen decided I needed to look like the little brat she said I was. It is unsettling to know my hairless condition is now permanent. It also feels deliciously submissive to know my body has been permanently altered by my Ebony Goddess!

Tomyka could tell what I was feeling. She called me to her side one day and said "I know you sometimes feel embarrassed to know that from now on you will always look like a little girl -- so I've brought you something to make you feel better! Hold out your hand!"

My Mistress placed a small crystal box with a locking clasp into my hand. The crystal was transparent, so its contents were on permanent display. Etched into the lid was the following inscription: "Courtney Lancer's bush. Removed by order of Ebony Goddess Tomyka."

"There you go, dear. I know you've missed having your cute little bush, so I have arranged for you to keep it with you always. From now on it is your permanent responsibility to have your little crystal box o' bush with you wherever you go. You are to be able to retrieve it show it to whoever asks to see it, wherever and whenever requested to so!" If we're out in public, walking down the street or sitting in a restaurant, if Tomyka thinks I need to be reminded who's boss, she knows that making me dig my little crystal box out of my handbag and give it to her is a great reminder. She purposely left it out on the table one night while we were at a restaurant...I know the waiter saw it because his eyes got wide as saucers as he read the inscription. His stammering and my blushing were Tomyka's dessert that evening.

Occasionally Tomyka will keep the little box containing my bush for weeks at a time. I blush furiously whenever I wonder how many people have seen the inscription! I know many people must have by now. One night while recording a duet with another well known pop singer - a fat, beautiful black girl you might have seen on American idol -- she sat down next to me during a break and said, "show me your bush -- or do I have to tell your Ebony Mistress you disobeyed an order?"

I was totally humiliated as I retrieved my crystal box and handed it to her. "Good girl! Tokyka will be so pleased to learn how obedient you are! By the way, unless you want me to tell the tabloids all about your unique relationship with your personal assistant, you will come home with me after this session to clean my apartment and eat my cunt. Call Tomyka. She already said it was OK!"

Soon after Ms. Tomyka decided that I would henceforth be bald between my legs she asked me to stand in front of her. I was, of course, naked as she looked me up and down.

"I like the bald look on you," she said. "It suits you and I'm keeping you that way. What I don't like is the way your inner lips are so loose and droopy. Let me put this another way. You are an extremely beautiful woman, but it looks as though you have a pound of roast beef sliding out of your cunt! It has to go."

Ms. Tomyka then informed me that I was going to call Beverly Hills' most popular plastic surgeon (you may have seen his reality show on TV) and schedule a labioplasty.

The doctor protested when I told him (in accordance with Tomyka's instructions) that I also wanted to be circumcised...to have my clitoris removed along with my labia minora. I told him I needed to be circumcised as a religious observance. He still protested. When I told him how much money I was going to pay him, he said yes.

My labia and clitoris now float in a jar of preservative that has been added to the shrine to Tomyka that also includes the plaque I presented to her when she returned from her trip to New Orleans. Now that I have been circumcised, my only means of obtaining orgasm is through the manipulation of my G spot via the skillful tantric massage Tomyka gives me when I'm being rewarded. I am happy to report that the resulting orgasms are explosive!

Once my inner lips were gone, my outer lips snapped shut, forming a tight clamshell-type seam . I blush every time I see myself because my hairless condition and the tight seam of my vagina make me look about eight years old. Tomyka and Carmen both just laugh and say I look cute!

As time has gone on, Ms. Tomyka has made additional changes to that particular part of my anatomy. Where my pubic hair once nestled now sits an elaborate tattoo. It's quite beautiful and looks like an intricate mass of twisting vines and leaves. If you stare at the tattoo for any length of time, eventually you'll see that the vines and leaves form the name "Tomyka."

The tattoo artist who produced my beautiful Tomyka tattoo also pierced each of my labia four times. Shiny gold filament was threaded through the piercings, lacing shut my vagina. The two ends of the filament that dangled between my legs were soldered together. From the soldered joint dangles a little bell - a constant, tinkling reminder of my infibulation that sounds as I move about.

A few years ago there was an embarrassing picture of me that made the rounds on the internet. A paparazzi snapped my picture as I was exiting a car on a night I went commando and didn't bother wearing panties. The entire world got quite an eyeful, thanks to the internet!

Ms. Tomyka has made sure that will never happen again. I can't leave the house without panties unless I want to explain the tinkling music constantly coming from in between my thighs. If Ms. Tomyka forbids me to wear underwear, I have to keep the bell held between the cheeks of my bottom in order to stop it from making an embarrassing racket.

The piercings at the top of my lips also hold a horizontal bar. The bar anchors a curved shaft on a hinge that allows the shaft to swing towards or away from my body. When positioned between my legs the shaft curves right up into my pussy. At the end of the shaft is a ball positioned perfectly to massage my G spot. That thing drives me crazy!

Chapter V "We're going on vacation for a few weeks," Tomyka announced one day. "However, it might be more accurate to say that I'm going on vacation - you're going to get a taste of what life is like for the little people who buy your records."

Tomyka and I both wanted my identity disguised during our trip. We called in Raul, the makeup and special effects whiz who had done spectacular work on several of my videos. We told him I needed a disguise in order to travel incognito so I could research a movie role.

My mass of golden curls was hidden under a brown pageboy wig. Contact lenses changed my piercing blue eyes to brown. A pair of clunky eyeglasses and lack of makeup further disguised me.

The biggest change in my appearance was due to the fat suit Raul devised. It was an ingenius design - easy on\easy off so I could wear it each day while Tomyka and I were away.

Internet fan sites had long ago decreed that I was the owner of the best-ass-ever. Perhaps, but once I was in the fat suit, that world class bootie looked as though it was buried under fifty pounds of jiggling blubber. Not to mention my suddenly huge stomach and breasts. Once in the fat suit and attired in the dowdy clothing selected by Tomyka, the person in the mirror bore no resemblance to Courtney Lancer, pop superstar.

Tomyka and I travelled with her as my beautiful and glamorous boss and me as "Evelyn," her frumpy personal assistant. As she lay on the beach or went to dinner with men who found her fascinating, I was sent scurrying to and fro doing chores for her.

I never felt so invisible. As the fat, frumpy and bespectacled Evelyn I would waddle down the street to run some sort of errand for Tomyka and I realized that for the first time in my life I was invisible to men. I was used to having men crane their necks to steal a look at me, but now - my presence was not acknowledged. Their eyes did not ************* track my movements. It was as if I didn't exist.

Women acknowledged my existence, but in a negative way - when girls passed me on the street, their eyes would scan me and sometimes I'd catch a brief smirk at the fat girl who could never compete with them for the attentions of men. One time two cute girls passed me on the street... I felt a delicious wave of *********** when I heard one say to the other, "Gawd, what a fat-ass! I'm sure she owns lots of cats."

As the cruel beauties strolled away, I realized all the more the power of great beauty and wondered why it was so exciting to give it up. My employee was sipping daiquiris poolside while I was sent to fetch her dry cleaning and I was loving every minute of it!

"I'm going back home to prepare for your next video shoot," said Tomyka after we had been away for two weeks.

"You are remaining here...but not on vacation. You are going to work as a member of the housekeeping staff for the rest of the month. The manager of the housekeeping department in this hotel is a friend. I have made arrangements for you to be on her staff (it's amazing what you can arrange when money isn't an object). Here's her card. Report to her office at 8:00 tomorrow morning. You will receive training regarding your new duties and uniforms be be worn while you're on duty.

For the next two weeks I found myself pushing a cart down the halls of the hotel as I cleaned rooms. Towards the end of my "working vacation" I was cleaning a room that had been trashed by some college kids on spring break. The little brats were out at the beach as I cleaned the room in which they had partied hearty the night before. There, on on the dresser, along with empty beer bottles, crumpled snack bags, and a used condom (Yuck! I know you're on vacation, but have a little consideration for the staff, for God's sake!) was one of my CD's.

I looked at the photograph of myself on the cover of the CD, looking oh-so-hot in a red latex jumpsuit, my erect nipples and camel toe displayed to great effect. That cover generated a lot of buzz when it first came out. The poster made from that photo hung in as many bedrooms as Farah Fawcett's ramous red bathing suit pinup did a generation earlier. My gaze drifted from the cover of the CD to my reflection in the mirror. The frumpy hotel maid I saw looking back at me bore no resemblance to the sexy pop tart on the cover of the CD.

I felt a wave of pleasure sweep through me as I savored my degradation. I still didn't completely understand why I found *********** and surrendering power to be so sexually exciting. I assumed it had something to do with the need to strike some sort of balance in my psyche. I guess it's just as unhealthy to always get your ass kissed as it is to always be a doormat.

Disguised as Evelyn, I flew home when my two weeks of employment as a hotel housekeeper ended. As I stared out the window of the plane I wondered what Tomyka had been up to while I was away. I would learn soon enough that she was about to take things to a whole new level!

Chatper VI

As I stepped out of the limousine and onto the red carpet, I entered a storm of flash bulbs. I was attending the very high-profile National Cancer Research Foundation's (NCRF) annual televised fund raising dinner and show. I have raised millions of dollars in charitable contributions for the foundation over the years, and I am an honorary member of the foundation's board of directors. Tonight I was scheduled as both a speaker and a performer. There was a lot of interest in the program because tonight I would be premiering my new single, "I'll Pull You Through." The TV audience was projected to be huge.

I stopped along the red carpet to be interviewed by all the usual entertainment and fashion TV magazines. My gown got an A+ rating on various fashionista's blogs, but that was not the biggest splash I made that evening.

When my turn came to address the room full of distinguished guests, I was escorted to the podium along with Emily, a young cancer patient who was bald due to ************. She covered her baldness with a jeweled kerchief that matched her gown.

"Thank you all for being here tonight and for being so generous in your support of the NCRF's wonderful efforts. Tonight I want to tell you about a new program the NCRF is beginning that we are calling "Locks of Love." Our goal is to provide high quality wigs to our sisters who have lost their hair during ************."

"Our sisters should not have to feel they are unattractive because their therapy renders them bald. They are beautiful no matter what they look like because they are our *******, wives, sisters and *********. We love them and support them 100% in their fight! So, if a wig improves their self esteem, we will make sure they have wigs. Understand though, that there is a larger question here...we need to redefine our concept of beauty. Our sisters are beautiful whether they have hair or not!"

"For the time being, though, the girls need the wigs. I stand in solidarity with our sisters as they fight their battle...but I know that talk is cheap. That's why I'm putting my hair where my mouth is!"

The audience and Emily gasped as I pulled the wig from my head. My bald and shiny head positively glowed under the lights.

"This wig is made from my own hair," I explained as I held the mass of golden curls aloft. "It is being donated to the Locks of Love program along with my promise to remain bald for as long as Emily does. When her course of chemo is completed and her hair grows back, I will do the same."

The crowd rose to a thunderous ovation as Emily and I embraced. She cried and whispered, "Thank you," as she removed her kerchief for the slew of pictures that were taken of our matching bald heads.

My bald head caused a sensation. My "stunt" as some called it, was the lead story on every news broadcast and in every newspaper. The publicity actually started a fashion trend. Many newly bald (and I might add, very beautiful) women were seen in every major city for months following my grand unveiling.

What I found most gratifying during the months following the NCRF show was that a real conversation was started in society about how we define the feminine ideal and how unhealthy it was for so many young girls to be fed a constant diet of totally unrealistic airbrushed and photo shopped images that no one - not even the model who posed for the pictures - could possibly attain in real life.

As if my introduction to the world of my shiny bald head wasn't enough excitement for one night, the furor following that evening's performance of "I'll Pull You Through" made an even bigger splash.

My performance caused a sensation. The S&M - themed costumes, coupled with suggestive movements made for a hotter show than was typical for prime time TV. Things got really out of hand when one of the dancers, while sliding between my legs, accidently caught a piece of my costume and tore it away - leaving me naked from the waist down. For a few seconds it was obvious to the national TV audience that the carpet had been as thoroughly removed as the curtains and my gold lacing and dangling bell caught the light perfectly.

Being a consummate professional, I didn't miss a beat and was covered again in a few seconds. It wasn't fast enough for the talking heads on 24-7 cable news.

"An outrage!" screamed the media. The FCC levied a record fine against the network because of my "wardrobe malfunction."

It didn't matter. In this business, any publicity is good publicity. The net effect was that I sold an incredible amount of records. The notoriety may have caused initial interest, but it was the quality of the music that grabbed the fans and the music critics. I had worked very hard to bring the music and the lyrics up to another level (a girl can't stay a young pop princess forever - ask the Spice Girls!). Critics and fans weighed in very favorably saying the music was the most sophisticated melding of African and Caribbean musical styles that had been heard in quite some time and that the lyrics were a thoughtful commentary on living in the era of a crumbling empire.

The title of the hit single was "I'll Pull You Through," a promise by a friend or lover to be there when times are toughest. We sold millions of copies of the song and almost as many digital downloads of the video.

The video for "I'll Pull You Through" left peoples' mouths hanging open. In it, a phalanx of fifty pony girls pulled their passengers on a trip around the world past great landmarks. The pony girls pulled their passengers past everywhere from the Eiffel Tower to the Great Pyramids to the Great Wall of China. It was not lost on the audience that all of the ponies were white and all of the passengers flicking the riding whips across the ponies' bottoms were women of color. Ethnic princesses from a world-wide range of cultures, each dressed in beautiful traditional clothing her country were pulled in their elaborate carts by their white pony girls in full equine regalia, each with a tall feathered head dress (which still made it obvious she was bald) body harnesses, tails anchored securely in their bottoms and bits in their mouths.

The DVD of the video contained a "making of documentary," in which each of the 50 models and actresses portraying the ponies squatted around the perimeter of my pool as each was attended by a team of Asian and Black stylists who shaved and polished their heads, did their makeup and nails, got each pony dressed in her pony gear and attached each pony to her respective cart. This scene included a hysterical sequence of the expression on each girl's face as her tail was securely planted into her bottom! All of the girls' hair was of course donated to Locks of Love.

The fuss over the video only increased as the DVD version went on sale. In addition to the official video and the behind the scenes "making of" documentary, I also insisted on including the European version, in which, while all of the ethnic princesses retained their elaborate traditional costumes, all of the white ponies - with me at the head of the pack, pulling Tomyka - were quite nude except for our headdresses, our swishing tails and the stripes placed across our churning bottoms by the princesses for whose benefit we toiled.

The video was a sensation. Some saw it as a comment on the end of the era of European colonialism and exploitation. Others saw it as bringing kinky fashion further into the mainstream. Everybody had something to say. A blowhard on Fox News actually had a heart attack on screen while fulminating about the immortality of it all. On the other end of the spectrum, Rolling Stone said I was the greatest thing to happen to popular music in quite some time, bridging the gap between pop, art and politics in a way few artists have.

The wrap party was a sight to behold. All of the ladies of color were allowed to keep their costumes. Each of the ponies was required to attend the party in the nude. The price of admission for each white girl was her eyebrows, removing the last bit of hair left on their bodies. It was quite a sight. A roomfull of beautiful women of color in elaborate traditional costume being waited on and attended to by a bevy of hairless pink droids.

Tomyka looked out on the scene as I knelt at her feet and said it was a dream come true. I felt the same way.

Il s'en passe au bureau



J'étais léssivé.Je pensais à ce qu'il venait de me dire, il a rai***, je suis vraiment dépravé,mais c'est lui qui m'a poussé jusque la. Je m'en foutais, j'avais pris un super pied et tant pis pour le reste. Simplement il ne fallait pas que mes parents le sachent, il pourait y avoir de facheuses conséquences...
Arrivé au bureau il retrouve mon chef de service et directement il lui dit:

_"Je te ramène la conasse. Maintenant elle se fait fister et elle boit la pisse comme de la limonade. C'est devenue un esclave a notre merci. Samedi je viens la chercher pour un plan spécial. Je te tiendrais au courant en attendant passe une bonne semaine."

Seul avec mon chef, il me regarde. Je suis debout devant lui tout calme. Il me dit:

_"Tu bois de l'urine? T'es dégueulasse! Comment tu deviens? T'as pas honte? Si tes parents apprennent ça qu'est ce qu'ils vont dire?
T'imagines? Avant tu ne faisais que sucer et maintenant tu deviens le jouet de Paul. Tu sais, il ne te lacheras pas, tu deviendras sa chose. C'est ça que tu veux?"

Je ne savais pas quoi répondre.

_"Je dois lui obéir sinon il me frappe avec sa ceinture."

_"Tu parles d'une excuse, de toute façon tu aimes ça! Paul a rai*** tu es une pétasse et on continuera a s'amuser avec toi...Dégage."

Je suis rentrais chez moi direct dans ma chambre. Je ne pouvais même pas me masturber, Paul avait remit la cage. J'ai passé mon dimanche avec mes parents tranquillement. J'avais toujours les inscriptions écrites sur moi. Je n'ai pas réussi a tout enlever.

Le lundi, la semaine commence direct avec mon chef. Pas 10 mn que je suis là, et déjà je me retrouve dans les wc pour le pomper. Paul lui avait envoyé les photos via le net et il était tout excité. Les collègues ***t devant la machine à café et moi je commence la journée avec le gout du sperme en bouche. Paul lui avait envoyé aussi quelques instructions qu'il sait empréssé de réaliser. J'ai oté ma chemise et avec un gros marqueur noir il a repassé sur les lettres déjà inscrites. Je me suis revêtue et retourné au travail normalement. Je devais venir le lendemain avec des habits de rechange. J'ai deviné pourquoi de suite. Le mardi pendant la pose repas nous sommes resté au bureau. Il m'a emmené dans le hall d'entrée fermé a clef, mais c'est une baie vitrée, et parfois des gens passent devant. Je me suis allongé sur le paillas*** sur le dos et il a uriné, prit des photos pour l'album qu'ils étaient entrain de créer. Le mercredi au soir, toujours au bureau, je me suis retrouvé avec une bouteille d'eau minéral d'un demi litre dans les fesses et un joli gode que je tenais entre les dents. De profil la tête tourné vers l'objectif mon chef prenait encore des photos. J'étais a 4 pattes sur mon bureau. Le jeudi j'ai du copier 500 fois sur mon clavier dans un fichier:
"Je suis un objet sexuel, demandez ce que vous voudrez, je le ferais car je suis une chienne docile."
J'ai fait des heures supp ce jour là ! Le vendredi j'ai bu l'urine de mon chef dans un verre. Dans *** bureau il pissait dans un verre et je devais le boire. Trois fois de suite.
Tout ceci était organisé par Paul. Même loin il s'occupait de moi. En effet il ne me lachait pas...
Samedi il ne m'a pas oublié. A 14h il est venu me chercher comme de coutume, nu dans le coffre de sa voiture nous sommes partis.Quand nous sommes arrivés, nous n'étions pas chez Paul, mais chez un homme de 40 ans environ. Jamais vu je crois. On m'emmena dans le salon pour une scéance habillage cette fois! J'ai mis les habits qu'on me tendait. Bas résille, string, chemisier, mini jupe raz les fesses, perruque blonde et chaussures a hauts talons qui me faisait tanguer. Le gars me posa du rouge a lèvres trés rouge en m'entourant pratiquement toute la bouche. J'avais tellement l'air con qu'ils ont rigolés comme des gamins. Je ressemblais a un drague queen de bas étage. Trois autre per***nes ***t arrivées. J'étais debout au milieu de la pièce et je devais prendre des poses comme le font les mannequins. Les flashs crépitaient. Tout le monde se marraient en se foutant de ma gueule. Paul m'enleva la cage. Je devais bander et remonter ma jupe pour exhiber mon sexe. Je bandais comme un taureau en regardant les 5 messieurs. J'étais une fois de plus humilié en ressentant du plaisir. Etranges sensations. Paul me fit mettre a 4 pattes en me tenant en laisse je devais lécher les chaussures de tout le monde. Au passage je recevais des claques sur les fesses, l'un d'entre eux m'a fait lécher sa semelle. Puis nous sommes sortis dans le jardin pour la surprise que Paul avait préparé. J'étais debout et je marchais comme je pouvais avec ces putains de chaussures a hauts talons. Dans le jardin il y avait un âne attaché a un arbre. Je devais lui caresser l'entre jambes pour le faire bander, le branler, le sucer et receuillir *** sperme sur ma gueule. Rien que ça! Il était docile cet ******. A croire qu'il était habitué. A peine touché, il bandait! Je le branle. Putain!!! Quelle queue!! Au moins 50 cm. Jamais vu d'aussi grosse. J'entend quelqu'un dire:

_"Suce le maintenant. Fais nous voir ce que tu sais faire avec une bite pareille!"
_"Ouais, suce le travelot."
_"Avale *** jus, aprés tu avaleras le notre."
_"Vas-y pédé, suce!"
_"Quand tu auras fini, tu te feras fister."

Ca, c'était la voie de Paul. J'ai pris la queue entre mes mains et je l'ai enfournée dans ma bouche. Pas du tout le même gout.Celle-ci avait un gout fort, un gout amer. Ca donnait pas envie. Mais je savais se qu'il m'attendait si je refusais. Alors j'ai sucé en le branlant pour que sa ce termine rapidement.A genoux dans l'herbe avec mes bas résille qui commençaient a se déchirer, la perruque était de travers, je l'ai enlevé. Mes voeux se ***t ecxaucés. Il a vite jouit m'innondant de sperme.Les mecs étaient surexcités. J'ai pris une douche de sperme, j'en avais partout. Paul s'est approché de moi et m'a attrapé par les couilles:

_"Viens la batard!"

En me tirant je me suis éloigné de l'âne satisfait et il m'a balancé dans la pelouse:

_"Met toi a 4 pattes batard."

Il m'a arraché le reste des vêtements. Puis en se retournant vers ses amis;

_"Qui veut fister cette merde?"

_"Je veux bien mais avant je l'encule!"

Aussitôt dit, aussitôt fait. Je suis entrain de me faire enculer a tour de rôle. Je reçois des claques sur mes fesses en me faisant insulter comme d'habitude puis des doigts font le passage. Sans délicatesses ni amour, une main entre me faisant crier. Je reçois une gifle de la par de paul en me disant de fermer me gueule. La routine quoi! Puis au bout d'un moment le plaisir fait place a la douleur. Je me trémousse avec joie pendant qu'on me fiste avec ardeur. Des sexes se présentent devant ma bouche et je m'emprésse de les sucer. Des mains me tirent les couilles. Je fais la pute pour leurs plaisir et le mien. Paul écarte gentillement la per***ne se trouvant devant ma bouche et me donne deux magistrales gifles avec chacunes de ses mains. J'ai pratiquement la tête arrachée et je pense avoir les joues rouges quand je rentrerais chez moi. Il me relève la tête par les cheveux, me crache au visage et dit:

_"Lachez vous les mecs, on a une chienne avec nous. Une suceuse de queue de 20 ans. Je veux que vous vous amusez avec elle, défoncez la elle ne demande que ça. Pas vrai pétasse?"

_"Oui Maitre, baisez moi tous, je suis un batard et j'aime me faire fister. Je suis votre chienne."

_"T'es un batard ou une chienne faut savoir. Moi je dirais que t'es un trou. Un putain de trou c'est tout!"


Pendant une bonne partie de l'aprés midi ils m'ont défoncés le cul. Ils ***t passés un par un pour me jouir sur le visage. J'étais couvert de sperme. Je me léché les lèvres. Paul m'a tendu une assiette, je devais jouir dedans et la lécher. Je me suis masturber debout, au moment de jouir certains ont applaudit. J'ai léché toute l'assiette comme on me l'avait demandé et je les ais regardé en souriant. Ils était content de moi. Un vieux c'est approché de moi:

_"Ca va gamin? Pas trop mal au cul? Tu t'es vraiment fait défoncer. Rarement vu ça. Bravo."

Je l'ai remércié, je crois.Puis on m'a nettoyé avec un tuyau d'arrosage. L'eau était froide. Je me suis débarbouillé le visage en frottant fort. Les inscriptions étaient encore bien visible sur le reste de mon corps.Il était 19 heures quand je suis parti avec paul. On est allé chez lui, il voulait me faire à mangé. C'était bien la première fois qu'il était gentil. J'aurais du me méfier! En descendant du coffre il me tenait en laisse et toujours nu je suis entré dans sa villa, il m'a tendu un téléphone pour prévenir mes parents que je dinais chez des amis. Pendant se temps il est allé en cuisine faire a mangé. Il en est ressorti assez rapidement pour s'assoir dans *** canapé pendant que la bouffe cuisait je servais de repose pieds. En buvant sa bière il me tripotait les couilles du bout du pied:

_"Alors chienne? T'as pris ton pied tout a l'heure, non?"

_"Oui Maitre c'était bon, merci Maitre."

_"Les bonnes choses ont un prix a payer, tu vas comprendre bientôt."

Il repart en cuisines dix bonnes minutes et revient avec un saladier rempli d'oeuf durs écaillés.

_"Regarde, c'est ton repas. Je vais t'écarter le cul avec un spéculum et je vais te les mettre dedans un par un avant de te voir les manger. Et je vais te filmer pour le montrer a ton chef. Met toi les pattes en l'air que je t'ouvre le cul. Tu aimes avoir le cul ouvert?"

_"Oui Maitre, je suis là pour ça Maitre."

Je sens le spéculum me pénétrer puis les bras m'ouvre petit a petit. Il enfonce le premier oeuf. Il est encore tiède. Puis deux, trois, puis je ne sais plus... Il me soulève par les jambes pour faire de la place. Est ce la bonne méthode? Il parvient a en remettre quelques uns. Je me remet debout, j'ai le ventre gonflé. La caméra tourne toujours sans rien perdre du spéctacle.

_"Maintenant tu vas pondre dans le saladier en imitant la poule, tu te mettras ensuite a 4 pattes pour les manger sans les mains. Je veux te voir tout manger comme un bon chien."

Je m'accroupis au dessus du saladier, je replis les bras sur moi et en faisant cot, cot, cot, je ponds. Ca sort tout seul. Je prend la position du chien et je mange. Du moins j'essaye de manger. Les oeufs roulent entre eux et c'est difficile de les attraper. Mais j'y arrive. Ils ***t chauds et propre. Avec tout se que j'avais pris dans le fion cette aprés midi, ça ne m'étonne pas. Difficile aussi de les manger, c'est sec. Tout a coup je sens un liquide chaud me couler sur la nuque. Cela descend sur le cou et le menton pour attérir dans le saladier. Il me pisse dessus ce vicelard:

_"Mange ta gamelle chien."

C'est dégueulasse, au bout d'un moment je relève la tête, j'aurais pas dû. Il me la replonge dedans violament en disant:

_"Bouffe ta gamelle conard, fais voir a ton chef que t'es un batard avec qui on peut tout faire, ça lui donneras des idées repas au bureau. Un jour je te ferais gouter ma soupe spéciale, tu la partageras avec un autre chien de ton âge. Un batard comme toi, Sauf que celui ci est marié. Avec vous deux on va bien rigoler."

Comme je n'arrive pas a finir il me renverse le contenu du saladier sur la tête en étant a genoux et en regardant la caméra. Je lui dis merci et il me fait nettoyer *** salon aprés ma douche. Pour terminer la soirée je me masturbe a nouveau en lui faisant une pipe. Il éjacule dans ma bouche et moi dans ma main que je léche. Je m'habille et pour la première fois je monte a l'avant de sa voiture. Il me ramène chez moi. Pendant le voyage nous avons eut une conversation.

_"Dis moi, pourquoi tu acceptes toute ces ************, tu aimes ça?"

_"Vous m'avez éduqué Maitre, maintenant j'aime ça effectivement."

_"Ca ne te fait rien de servir de salope à plusieurs mecs beaucoup plus âgés que toi?"

_"Ca m'excite et je n'avais jamais jouis comme ça auparavent."

_"T'es vraiment une pute. Passe une bonne semaine avec ton chef, je l'appelle en rentrant. Salut salope."

_"Au revoir Maitre, merci."

_"Merci de quoi?"

_"Merci de faire de moi une chienne."

J'étais arrivé chez moi. Chez mes parents ce n'est pas la même chose. Je suis le petit chéri et ils m'ont demandé si j'avais passé un bon dimanche. J'ai répondu que oui , il resterait dans les anales.

Pour ceux qui aiment, merci...

Fatma, femme de ménage amante et entremetteuse.

Il y a environs deux ans j'avais emménagé dans une nouvelle résidence à l'ouest d'Alger. C'était une résidence cossue, parfaitement sécurisée, réalisée et gérée par une société de gestion immobilière privée. J'avais acheté un gentil appartement de trois pièces que j'occupais seul. J'étais célibataire et n'avait pas besoin de plus pour vivre confortablement. Je n'avais qu'un seul vrai problème, celui de l'entretien de mon logement, plus exactement celui du ménage. J'avais horreur de faire le ménage et il me fallait trouver une femme de ménage pour le faire à ma place.
Une fois installé dans mon nouveau logement, j'allais frapper chez le syndic pour lui demander d'engager une femme de ménage pour s'occuper deux fois par semaine de mon appartement. Je lui avais laissé le double des clés du logement et l'avais informé que je laisserai chaque fois le montant de la prestation sur la table se trouvant dans le hall à l'entrée. Pendant longtemps tout se passa parfaitement bien. Le ménage était fait deux fois par semaine et la femme de ménage était payée régulièrement par l'argent que je laissais sur la table disposée dans le hall, à l'entrée de l'appartement.
Environ six mois après l'arrangement - c'était un début de semaine - je n'avais pas beaucoup dormi et je n'arrivais pas à me réveiller ce matin là, après une longue nuit de fête et d'insomnie. Quand je me levai, il devait être environ neuf heures. En sortant de ma chambre pour aller dans la salle de bain prendre ma douche, je remarquai la présence dans la cuisine d'une femme d'un certain âge, environ la cinquantaine, qui était entrain de préparer un petit déjeuner.
- Bonjour ! dis-je à la dame que je n'avais encore jamais vue auparavant, mais que je devinais être la femme chargée du ménage.
- Bonjour ! répondit-elle. Je n'ai pas voulu vous déranger en faisant trop de bruit. Je suis entrain de préparer votre petit déjeuner. Asseyez-vous, il sera prêt dans une minute.
- Il ne fallait pas vous déranger ! Je prends rarement le petit déjeuner à la mai***. Je le fais tous les matins dans un café tout près de mon lieu de travail.
Je me mis tout de même à table, observant les faits et gestes de la dame qui, maintenant, me tournait le dos. J'avais une vue totale d'elle, de dos. Elle était assez grande et bien en chair. Des épaules rondes, des hanches larges et un fessier proéminent. Elle avait les cheveux raides, châtain-foncé coupés courts, qui arrivaient juste en dessous de sa nuque. Elle portait une longue robe d'intérieur en coton orange, qui lui arrivait aux chevilles et un petit tablier de cuisine rouge. Chaque pas qu'elle faisait plaquait le tissu de sa robe sur ses hanches et ses cuisses et en dessinait les contours. Je flashais très rapidement sur *** joli corps, plein de rondeurs coquines. Elle avait une certaine surcharge pondérale, sur la taille et les hanches, mais le spectacle que j'avais sous les yeux était non seulement agréable à regarder, mais aussi super bandant, surtout pour un homme qui venait de se réveiller, après une nuit blanche, passablement alcoolisée.
En se tournant pour poser la cafetière et la casserole de lait sur la table, je pus voir l'envers du décor : une poitrine imposante avec deux gros seins qui pointaient vers moi, tels des obus prêts à exploser; j'étais prêt à parier qu'ils avaient gardé toute la fermeté de leur jeunesse. Elle avait aussi un petit ventre rond, coquin et super sensuel ; ainsi que des cuisses longues et fortes qui se dessinaient sous le léger tissu de la robe. Elle était vraiment bandante !
Il n'y avait pas que *** corps qui transpirait de sensualité; *** visage aussi. Tout dans ce visage faisait penser au sexe. D'abord sa forme ronde, accentuée par sa coupe de cheveux, courte avec une frange coupée droit sur *** front ; ensuite ses petits yeux noirs, légèrement enfoncés dans leurs orbites très mobiles et brillants; un petit nez bien droit ; et enfin une petite bouche d'enfer entourées de lèvres lippues et fermes, s'ouvrant sur deux rangées de quenottes, régulières, petites et brillantes de blancheur. Le tout donnait l'impression d'une femme en bonne santé, aimant la vie et la croquant à pleines dents.
Elle avait certainement remarqué l'intérêt concupiscent que je lui portais, mais elle ne le montra pas et fit comme si de rien n'était.
- Je m'appelle Fatma, fit-elle. C'est moi qui m'occupe du ménage de l'appartement. J'espère que vous êtes satisfait de mon travail.
- Absolument ! répondis-je. Mais je ne m'imaginais pas que vous pouviez être aussi jolie et attirante. C'est une divine surprise !
- Merci du compliment ! fit-elle avec un sourire moqueur sur les lèvres et en baissant hypocritement les yeux, comme s'il elle était gênée par ce que je lui disais.
Sans plus faire attention à moi, elle se retourna et se mit à nettoyer la cuisinière, le plan de travail et l'évier. J'avalai mon petit déjeuner en vitesse, tout en la regardant travailler. Des pensées coquines traversaient mon esprit en observant les rondeurs qui s'offraient à ma vue ; celles de ses hanches et de ses fesses en premier lieu. J'avais une irrépressible envie de les caresser pour en tester la fermeté. Une étrange sensation de chaleur venait se loger dans mon bas ventre et titiller mon sexe qui commençait palpiter et à grossir, sous le flot de sang qui venait l'irriguer avec *****. Je me servis un café noir, pour gagner un peu de temps et réfléchir à ce que j'allais faire. L'envie de me lever et de la prendre dans mes bras pour lui faire sentir le désir que j'avais d'elle était très forte. Comme était forte la crainte qu'elle ne prenne mal mon geste et qu'elle n'ait une réaction violente.
Je ne savais pas ce qu'elle pensait et si elle était du genre à accepter de se faire entreprendre par un homme qu'elle ne connaissait pas et si même je pouvais lui plaire. Mais le désir était trop fort. Nous étions seuls dans l'appartement et elle me plaisait vraiment. Elle me tournait toujours le dos. Je me levai de table sans faire de bruit et vins me positionner derrière elle. Je la pris par la taille et la collai contre moi. Elle eut une légère réaction de surprise qui la fit se figer et arrêter ce qu'elle était entrain de faire. Elle tourna la tête pour me regarder et avec *** sourire moqueur aux lèvres, elle protesta très mollement
- Monsieur ! Restez tranquille !
Au *** de sa voix, dans laquelle il n'y avait aucune espèce de vrai reproche, ni de colère, je compris qu'elle voulait que je continue. Je lançai ma main droite pour aller caresser sa poitrine et ses seins.
- Non ! Restez tranquille !
Mais elle ne fit absolument rien pour éloigner ma main et s'échapper de mes bras. Je m'emparai d'un de ses seins et me mis à le malaxer, sous le tissu de la robe et le soutien gorge. Il était d'un magnifique moelleux ! Fatma se figea légèrement et envoya sa tête en arrière pour la poser contre mon épaule. Une manière silencieuse de me dire de continuer de caresser *** sein et qu'elle trouvait l'opération très agréable. Mis en confiance, je continuai à la caresser en envoyant ma deuxième main s'occuper de l'autre sein et en lui embrassant la partie de sa joue droite que ma bouche pouvait atteindre. Elle se laissait faire, tout en continuant de protester mollement, en me disant de rester tranquille.
Je la collai contre moi pour lui faire sentir l'intensité de mon désir. Et effectivement, elle sentit l'énorme mât de tente que faisait mon sexe sur le devant de mon pantalon de pyjama et qui essayait de se loger à l'intérieur de la raie de ses fesses. Elle semblait apprécier. Insensiblement, elle se mit à bouger ses hanches de manière à frotter plus intimement ses fesses contre le devant de mon pantalon. Je sentais mon sexe frémir et grossir jusqu'à vouloir sortir du pantalon de pyjama que je portais. Je la forçais à se retourner pour me faire face. Elle avait hypocritement fermé les yeux pour ne pas avoir à me regarder, mais ne protesta pas quand je lui pris la main pour la porter sur le devant du pantalon. Je la forçais à prendre l'engin et à le palper. Elle ne disait toujours rien, mais je voyais *** sourire s'accentuer de contentement. D'évidence, elle trouvait le monstre à *** goût. J'appuyai sur sa main pour l'obliger à pénétrer à l'intérieur du pantalon et à sortir le sexe pour le regarder et le caresser. Elle le fit, s'éloigna légèrement et le regarda avec des yeux brillant de luxure.

- Ouah ! Il est monstrueux !
- Tu vois comme il est impatient de s'occuper de toi ! Embrasse-le !
Elle hésita une seconde, puis baissa la tête pour embrasser le bout tuméfié du gland. J'appuyai sur *** épaule pour l'obliger à se mettre à genoux pour avoir sa bouche à hauteur du monstre, dressé comme un mât de drapeau. Elle le prit dans une main et se mit à le branler en partant du gland jusqu'aux couilles et retour. Elle y allait d'abord en douceur, avant d'y mettre plus de vigueur. Elle était vraiment experte dans le jeu de la branlette. Sa main était douce et ferme. Elle savait à quel moment il fallait serrer et celui où elle devait relâcher la pression. Elle savait enrouler le gland, en faire le tour et le presser pour accentuer mon excitation. Je sentis très vite qu'à cette allure, elle n'allait pas tarder à me faire éjaculer. Or je ne voulais pas jouir dans sa main. Je voulais le faire dans sa petite bouche bien ronde, entourée de superbes lèvres bien pulpeuses.
- Suce-moi ! ordonnai-je.
Elle ne semblait pas m'écouter. Elle y allait à *** rythme. De temps en temps elle relevait la tête pour voir sur mon visage l'effet qu'elle me faisait. C'était elle qui menait la danse et d'évidence elle voulait garder la main. Elle sortit le bout de sa langue et se mit à titiller le gland avec de petits coups rapides et légers. Puis elle sortit toute la langue pour lécher le monstre du gland jusqu'aux couilles et retour, en ne laissant aucun espace sans sa part de caresses linguales. Je ne savais pas si j'aimais réellement ce qu'elle me faisait ; c'était assez agréable, mais j'étais tellement excité que je voulais faire pénétrer immédiatement mon sexe dans sa bouche. Elle semblait s'en ficher totalement : elle continuait à faire ce qu'elle avait décidé de faire.
L'opération de lèche dura quelques longues minutes, avant qu'elle ne se décide à ouvrir bien grand sa bouche et à essayer d'y introduire le manche. Elle eut quelques difficultés pour réussir du premier coup, vu la taille de l'engin. Mais elle y arriva au bout du troisième essai et se mit à le faire entrer et sortir de sa bouche avec maestria. Comme pour la branlette, Fatma était une véritable experte au jeu de la fellation torride. Je n'avais pas besoin de lui signifier ce que je voulais qu'elle fasse ; elle le faisait naturellement : elle faisait avancer et reculer sa tête pour faire faire à mon sexe un long mouvement de va-et-vient dans sa bouche. Elle le faisait pénétrer jusqu'au niveau de sa gorge pour le faire ressortir totalement ; avant de l'aspirer complètement.
Elle avait la science de la fellation. A aucun moment ses dents ne vinrent racler l'engin et lui faire mal. A aucun moment aussi, elle n'eut envie de vomir. Tout se passait en douceur. Elle avait toujours mon sexe dans sa main et accompagnait *** entrée et sa sortie de sa bouche par un mouvement analogue de masturbation. J'étais aux anges ! La bouche était chaude, humide et douce !
Soudain, elle décida de changer de rythme : elle lâcha le sexe et m'attrapa par les hanches. Elle fit pénétrer le manche jusqu'au-delà de la glotte et ressortit aussitôt à l'extérieur de la bouche. Elle le fit repartir une nouvelle fois jusqu'au fond. Elle refit l'opération plusieurs fois, portant mon plaisir à *** paroxysme. Elle voulait que je la baise par la bouche ! Mon fantasme sexuel absolu !
Je l'attrapai par les cheveux et pris la direction des opérations. Je faisais sortir totalement le sexe de sa bouche, la laissais respirer une fraction de seconde et le faisais repartir avec ***** et violence jusqu'au fond de sa gorge. Je ne le laissais pas trop longtemps au fond, pour ne pas la faire vomir. Je repartais aussitôt à l'extérieur et reprenais la pénétration de plus en plus fort et de plus en plus loin.
En sortant je lui relevai la tête pour voir l'effet que l'opération avait sur elle : elle avait les yeux qui dégoulinaient de larmes, le nez qui coulait comme un robinet et de la salive qui sortait de la commissure de ses lèvres. Mais elle ne protestait pas. Elle continuait courageusement à se faire piner, bien que d'évidence elle avait mal et se sentait mal à l'aise. Elle voulait me monter qu'elle savait donner du plaisir à *** amant. Je ne tins pas très longtemps avant de sentir arriver la jouissance. Je tirai encore plus fort sur les cheveux de Fatma et entrepris d'accélérer le mouvement de va-et-vient. Au bout de quelques secondes mon sexe éclata et envoya une première bordée d'un sperme visqueux, épais et brûlant au fond de la gorge. Elle ne put faire autrement que de l'avaler. Les autres giclées, elle les reçut dans la bouche : une grande partie ressortit à l'extérieur expulsé par les va-et-vient du sexe, pour aller se répandre par terre.
Quand je m'arrêtai de piner la bouche de Fatma et fis sortir le manche, elle leva la tête avec des yeux interrogateurs, comme pour s'enquérir du résultat de l'opération.

- Tu es magnifique ! J'ai rarement été sucé comme cela ! Avec autant de savoir-faire !
- J'ai été bien ? Tu as pris beaucoup de plaisir, n'est-ce pas ?
Je la relevai du sol pour la mettre en position debout, le bas du dos plaqué contre le rebord de la grande table de cuisine. Je me remis à lui palper les seins tout en l'embrassant sur le cou. Elle était excitée et le montrait en frottant *** bas ventre contre mon sexe qui reprenait du volume, malgré la grosse éjaculation qu'il venait d'avoir. Je me mis à lui remonter sa robe de manière à dénuder ses cuisses. Elle s'écarta légèrement de moi, pour me permettre de la remonter totalement et l'enrouler jusqu'à la déposer en boule, sur le haut de sa poitrine, au dessus de *** soutien gorge. Elle resta ainsi en culotte et soutien gorge, tous les deux de couleur noire. Je la regardai un instant, la trouvant super bandante. Je plongeai directement ma main entre ses cuisses pour caresser *** pubis à travers le tissu de la petite culotte. Il était rond, ferme et poilu. En descendant vers la jonction des cuisses, je me rendis compte que le bas de la culotte était complètement mouillé. La coquine était super excitée !
Je fis pénétrer ma main à l'intérieur de la culotte pour tâter la douceur de la toi*** du pubis et surtout aller à la recherche de la chatte. La toi*** était un peu rêche, comme si elle avait souvent été rasée et que le poil était devenu dru. La sensation n'était pas désagréable ; au contraire, cela ajoutait à mon excitation. En descendant plus bas, mes doigts rencontrèrent d'autres poils de part et d'autre de ses grandes lèvres, et même sur ces dernières. Ils étaient complètement mouillés, comme si ma belle avait joui et déchargé pendant qu'elle me suçait. La sensation d'humidité visqueuse sous mes doigts me fit bander encore plus fort.
Je me mis à caresser les grandes lèvres avec deux doigts, puis à les faire pénétrer à l'intérieur. C'était chaud et gluant ! Il me fallait la pénétrer sans plus tarder. Je voulais absolument introduire mon sexe à l'intérieur pour qu'il prenne ses aises dans cette chatte si accueillante. Je soulevai Fatma pour lui faire poser les fesses sur le bord de la table et la fit allonger sur le dos, les jambes ballantes. Je lui arrachai, un peu violemment, sa petite culotte et me retrouvait en face de sa grande chatte poilue et dégoulinante de mouille. Elle avait un aspect plus sombre que le reste du corps, qui lui déjà, était de couleur mâte. C'était certainement sa toi*** de poils noirs qui donnait cet aspect sombre à sa chatte. C'était super bandant.
Je lui fis écarter, lever et plier les jambes de part et d'autre de sa poitrine pour avoir le meilleur accès possible à *** jardin d'éden. Pour garder la position et me permettre d'investir *** garage, elle attrapa l'intérieur de ses genoux pour empêcher ses jambes de retomber. J'avais le sexe en l'air et je bandais comme un âne. Fatma regardait le monstre avec un merveilleux air de gourmandise. Elle bavait rien qu'à l'idée de se faire empaler par un manche aussi volumineux.
- Nique-moi avec ton gros zob ! Fais-le entrer dans mon garage ! Montre-moi sa ***** !
Je ne me fis pas prier pour faire exactement ce qu'elle me demandait. Je posai le gland à l'entrée du tunnel, après avoir forcé les grandes lèvres à s'écarter, et je la pénétrai d'un violent coup de rein. Malgré sa taille, il entra facilement dans le vagin large et abondamment lubrifié. La belle avait un tunnel qui semblait avoir beaucoup servi et avoir accueilli un grand nombre de sexes de bonnes dimensions. Mon engin allait et venait en ***** dans l'immense garage inondé de mouille, créant, à chaque aller-retour, de forts clapotis à la ***orité indécente.
La belle regardait, avec des yeux brillant de luxure, l'engin qui entrait et sortait de sa chatte. A chaque pénétration, elle poussait un petit cri de plaisir et attendait impatiemment la sortie de ********** pour le voir la pénétrer de nouveau et la posséder avec autant de *****. Elle en bavait littéralement, laissant couler des litres de salive entre ses lèvres entrouvertes. Elle marmonnait des mots que je ne saisissais pas totalement, mais dont je savais qu'il s'agissait de mots crus, qui sortaient involontairement de sa bouche, pour accompagner l'immense plaisir qu'elle prenait en se faisant piner de la sorte.
- Zob ! Gros zob ! Fort ! Plus fort ! Niquer ! Jouir ! Adore zob ! Sperme !
Je la sentais au bord de l'apoplexie. Je savais qu'elle n'allait pas tarder décharger. Je voulais encore accroître *** plaisir en tournant mon bassin de manière à accompagner le va-et-vient de mon engin par un mouvement circulaire à l'intérieur du tunnel. Malgré la largeur du tunnel, mon sexe pouvait ainsi frotter sur toute la superficie de la paroi, augmentant d'autant le plaisir que nous ressentions tous les deux. Elle criait maintenant de plus en plus fort et balançait sa tête de tous les côtés, de manière désordonnée. Elle avait l'air d'être entrée dans un monde de plaisir intense, qu'elle extériorisait en criant et en dodelinant de la tête. Elle avait maintenant fermé les yeux et ouvert sa bouche pour mieux respirer et laisser passer toute la salive qu'elle produisait et rejetait sur ses joues et sur la table.
C'était une superbe lionne, complètement pri***nière de *** plaisir et totalement soumise au mâle qui la possédait avec ***** et violence. Le spectacle était super excitant. Il me poussait à accélérer mes coups de boutoir et à en accroître encore plus l'intensité. Soudain, elle arrêta tous les mouvements de *** corps, tira très fort sur ses bras pour relever encore plus haut ses hanches, relâcha tous les muscles de *** visage et de sa bouche et partit dans un long râle de jouissance, qui provenait du fond de ses entrailles et qui montrait toute l'immensité du plaisir qu'elle prenait. Elle déchargea une tonne de cyprine, qui vint inonder encore plus *** tunnel et accroître l'intensité des clapotis créés par les allers-retours de mon engin à l'intérieur du vagin.
Il me sembla que *** orgasme dura une éternité. Je continuai à la piner en *****, jusqu'au moment où elle s'affaissa totalement, vaincue par la fatigue. J'arrêtai de la tirer, tout en gardant mon gourdin, toujours en érection, à l'intérieur du tunnel. Je ne cherchai pas à jouir et éjaculer dans le vagin de ma belle. Je venais de prendre la décision de l'enculer juste après et réservais donc mon éjaculation à *** rectum. Je la laissai reprendre *** souffle et se reposer un peu, tout en bougeant lentement mes hanches de manière à maintenir mon sexe en érection à l'intérieur de sa chatte. Fatma reprenait lentement ses esprits. Elle ouvrit les yeux qu'elle avait tenu fermés pendant tout le temps qu'avait duré l'orgasme et me lança un grand sourire de contentement.
- Tu es un super coup ! fit-elle. Tu m'as faite jouir comme per***ne avant toi n'avait su le faire ! Tu trouves que je me comporte comme une salope ou une pute ? Que je j'aime être baisée comme une chienne ? Eh bien, oui ! J'aime que l'homme qui me prend le fasse comme un maître ! Comme mon maître ! J'ai la mentalité d'une vraie chienne quand je baise ! Je crois que toi aussi tu aimes les chiennes ! N'est-ce pas ?
- Oui ! j'aime. D'ailleurs, je vais maintenant t'enculer ! Ne dis surtout pas non ! Que tu n'aimes pas ! J'ai remarqué que l'anneau de ton cul était desserré ! Je suis sûr qu'il a souvent servi !
- Servi oui ! Souvent non ! J'ai eu un amant qui adorait m'enculer. Il ne pouvait jouir que comme cela. Il avait un petit sexe et ma chatte était trop large pour lui ! Mais toi avec ton immense engin, tu vas me déchirer le cul !
- Tu vas adorer salope ! A quatre pattes par terre ! Je vais me régaler !
Sans se faire prier, elle se mit en position par terre, les fesses relevées très haut. Je me positionnai derrière elle, plaçai le gland de mon engin à l'entrée du cul, vérifiait que l'emplacement était complètement mouillé par tout le jus qu'elle avait déversé auparavant et sans autre forme de procès, donnai un fort coup de reins pour pénétrer jusqu'au fond du boyau. Elle poussa un tout petit cri de douleur, qu'elle réprima très vite. Le tunnel de ma belle, contrairement à *** vagin, était étroit et serrait très fort mon manche. Si elle avait été enculée auparavant, c'était effectivement par des petits calibres. Le mien se sentait à l'étroit et était aux anges dans ce boyau chaud, humide et moulant. Il était super excité et voulait défoncer tout sur *** passage. Il voulait y aller en ***** et faire mal.

- Je vais te défoncer le cul ! Te faire mal ! Tu peux crier si tu veux ! Je continuerais quand même à y aller franchement ! Je veux que tu sentes que je suis ton maître !
- Oui, maître ! Défonce-moi le cul ! Fais-moi mal !
J'y allais donc sans plus me préoccuper de la douleur qui accompagnait mes coups de boutoir et qui la faisaient crier. Je ne cherchais même pas à lui procurer un peu de plaisir. C'était le mien que je poursuivais ! Rien que le mien ! Ce n'était pas dans mes habitudes d'être aussi égoïste dans mes relations amoureuses. Au contraire, je cherchais toujours à faire jouir mes partenaires avant que moi-même ne prenne mon plaisir. Mais avec cette sodomisation de Fatma, je voulais et lui faire mal et avoir une jouissance paroxystique. Le fait que ma partenaire soit si obéissante ajoutait à cette envie un peu perverse. Je la pinai donc en *****, faisant pénétrer mon membre le plus loin possible dans *** boyau et revenant rapidement à l'extérieur pour repartir aussi fort et aussi vite à l'intérieur.
A chaque coup, Fatma criait que je lui faisais mal. Je n'en avais cure ! Je continuais au même rythme et avec la même *****. L'étroit boyau était si accueillant et si doux ! J'étais au paradis ! Et puis, au fur et à mesure des va-et-vient, le tunnel s'élargissait et se lubrifiait et la douleur s'estompait. Les cris de douleur de ma partenaire se firent de plus en plus faibles et finirent par disparaître totalement. Elle tourna la tête pour me regarder et m'envoyer un petit sourire que je pris pour un encouragement à continuer. Je me décidai donc à passer à une autre étape. Je lançai ma main à la recherche de sa chatte et me mis à faire pénétrer trois doigts le plus loin possible dans *** vagin.
Elle poussa un petit cri de plaisir en sentant mes doigts à l'intérieur de sa chatte et surtout au moment où ils croisaient mon sexe à travers les fines parois et se frottaient contre lui. Elle tourna la tête, me regarda avec un sourire devenu lumineux et se mit à soliloquer.
- Oui !!!!! C'est bon ! Continue ! Encore ! Plus fort ! C'est merveilleux ! Zob !!!!!!! Bon ! Double pénétration ! Ahhhhhhh !
A ma grande surprise, elle se mit à jouir et décharger des quantités de jus sur mes doigts. Je continuai à pilonner *** cul avec ***** et accélérai les va-et-vient de mon sexe à l'intérieur du boyau. Bientôt, je sentis arriver l'orgasme avec la ***** d'un torrent en furie. Je poussai un long râle de mourrant et me mis à envoyer de fortes bordées d'un sperme épais, chaud et abondant dans le tunnel. Le foutre sortit presque en totalité du cul de ma belle, expulsé par les furieux va-et-vient de mon engin. A la quatrième ou cinquième bordée, j'arrêtai le pilonnage, mais restai encore un temps à l'intérieur du rectum dont je sentais encore les palpitations. Quand je me retirai, mon engin avait beaucoup perdu de sa rigidité ; il commençait à mollir.
- Je sens comme un vide à l'intérieur de mon cul ! dit-elle en me regardant sortir de ses entrailles et en se mettant à genoux. Je crois qu'il s'est habitué à lui ! Viens maintenant que je nettoie mon seigneur et maître !
Elle me demanda de me lever et de lui présenter l'engin fortement ramolli, encore recouvert d'une mixture marron, mélange de sperme et des produits du ramonage du rectum. Elle attrapa mes couilles, ouvrit la bouche, sortit la langue et commença à lécher le membre depuis le gland jusqu'à sa base. Elle avalait, en me regardant de temps en temps, avec des yeux provocants et un sourire ironique, tout ce qu'elle ramassait. J'étais étonné de la voir faire cela, mais je trouvais le spectacle tellement érotique, que je me remis à bander. Elle en profita pour faire pénétrer tout le sexe dans sa bouche et se remettre à me faire une splendide fellation. Elle y allait maintenant franchement. Comme si elle voulait me faire éjaculer encore une fois et surtout, pour recevoir une nouvelle giclée de sperme et l'avaler.
Je n'avais plus autant d'énergie, ni probablement plus assez de sperme, mais cela me plut tellement, que je me remis à la baiser par la bouche. C'était super ! Je ne tardais pas à avoir un autre orgasme. Beaucoup moins fort que le précédent et, bien entendu, moins abondant. Elle avala tout le foutre qu'elle reçut en me lançant un regard coquin, voulant signifier toute sa fierté de m'avoir fait jouir autant.
- Dis-moi que tu as aimé ! Que tu aimes ta chienne ! Que nous allons recommencer longtemps !
- Bien entendu que nous allons recommencer ! Tu ne te débarrasseras pas de moi aussi facilement !
Et de fait, nous recommençâmes souvent. Au moins deux fois par semaine, quand elle venait faire le ménage chez moi. Elle me rejoignait directement au lit, avant même que je ne me réveille et s'occupait de me donner - et de prendre - des tonnes de plaisir.
Fatma aimait par-dessus tout être dominée et tirée en *****. C'était dans ces situations qu'elle prenait le maximum de plaisir. C'était quand, elle rampait à quatre pattes, se faisait prendre avec violence et souffrait physiquement, qu'elle jouissait le plus. Pour m'en assurer, je lui avais un jour proposé de venir sur moi et de prendre les rênes de l'opération -position qu'une majorité de femmes adore. Elle accepta, mais sans monter beaucoup d'enthousiasme. Elle le fit surtout pour m'obéir ; pas par envie. Je me rendis rapidement compte que ce qu'elle aimait, c'était être dominée, pas le contraire. Cela titillait beaucoup la part de perversité qu'il y avait en moi et durant tout le temps qu'avait duré notre relation, j'en avais tiré un maximum de plaisir.
Au cours de notre relation, Fatma et moi avions beaucoup parlé. Nos discussions étaient le plus souvent aiguillonnées par ma partenaire sur des filles et des femmes qu'elle connaissait et dont elle avait gagné la confiance. Elle semblait connaître beaucoup de secrets d'alcôves des familles et surtout des femmes des alentours.
- Comme femme de ménage, je discute beaucoup avec les femmes qui habitent ce bâtiment et les bâtiments mitoyens. Je vois comment elles vivent. Elles me parlent souvent de leur vie plutôt morne, de leurs attentes et de leurs frustrations. Beaucoup d'entre-elles se confient à moi. Tu ne peux pas savoir tout ce qui se passe dans la tête de beaucoup d'entre-elles ; souvent quand elles me parlent, il m'arrive d'avoir les larmes aux yeux. Je ne suis qu'une pauvre femme de ménage, obligée de travailler pour subvenir aux besoins des mes enfants. Je n'ai pas fait d'études et je n'ai pas de métier. Mais par rapport à beaucoup des femmes qui habitent ici, qui ***t mariées à des pontes, qui ont fait des études supérieures, et pour certaines, ont des métiers passionnants, je vis une vie beaucoup plus passionnante, surtout depuis que je te connais.
- Que leur manque-t-il pour être heureuse ?
- Le sexe !
- ....
- Oui le sexe libre ! Celui qui donne du bonheur ! Celui qui donne du plaisir et qui équilibre moralement une femme ! Le sexe qui fait grimper aux rideaux ! Le sexe qui fait que les fantasmes deviennent réalité ! Le sexe comme toi et moi le pratiquons ! J'ai un peu pitié de ces femmes. Je me dis souvent qu'il faudrait qu'elles fassent ta connaissance et que tu leur fasses connaître le véritable amour !
Fatma avait dans l'idée de m'offrir à ses copines de la cité pour leur faire connaître l'extase amoureuse. Et moi, je ne lui avais jamais dit non. Cela m'a apporté quelques aventures réellement extraordinaires pour une société comme la notre. Mais cela est une autre affaire que je vous raconterai prochainement.

Parmi les femmes qui habitaient dans le même bâtiment que moi, j'avais remarqué une magnifique rouquine, d'environ trente-cinq ans, mince, grande et avec des rondeurs à vous couper le souffle. Elle sortait tous les matins, à la même heure que moi, pour accompagner ses deux garçons - des jumeaux - à l'école ; probablement une des innombrables écoles privées qui avaient ouvert à Alger depuis quelques années et que les enfants de la nomenklatura fréquentaient, de préférence à l'école publique, réservée à la plèbe. Elle les conduisait dans une petite voiture de ville, que très souvent, elle avait du mal à sortir de *** stationnement, tant le parking était encombré et probablement aussi, parce qu'elle ne savait pas encore très bien conduire.
Plusieurs fois, j'avais dû prendre sa place au volant pour l'aider à sortir la voiture et à la mettre en bonne position pour sortir du parking, sans faire trop de dégâts. Elle me remerciait d'un grand sourire lumineux, mais ne me parlait jamais. C'était comme si elle avait peur que le voisinage la surprenne entrain de parler avec un homme. Elle semblait pourtant faire partie de ces femmes qui n'avaient pas encore été touché par l'islamisation ********* du pays. Elle s'habillait à l'occidental, avec un pantalon bien serré, mettant en valeur des hanches superbes, un fessier proéminent et bien rond et des jambes longues et pleines. Elle portait toujours des hauts qui accentuaient la largeur de ses épaules et une poitrine de taille moyenne, mais avec une paire de seins qui pointaient fièrement sous *** chemisier ou sous *** pull. Elle ne portait pas de khymar (foulard) et sortait tête nue, avec ses cheveux couleur rouille, coupés très courts. C'était vraiment une magnifique plante, super bandante. Je jalousais le père de ses enfants de dormir auprès d'une femme aussi splendide.
Chaque fois que je la rencontrais, je sentais une petite chaleur s'immiscer dans mon bas ventre et rayonner alentour. Des pensées coquines (pour ne pas dire cochonnes) me traversaient furtivement la tête. Mais comme d'évidence, elle ne s'intéressait pas à moi et semblait tellement tenir à sa réputation de femme sérieuse, je n'insistais pas. Jusqu'au jour béni où Fatma me parla d'elle. Elle m'apprit qu'elle était mariée à un haut fonctionnaire qui travaillait tout le temps, pratiquement seize heures par jour, et qui avait l'ambition de devenir un jour ministre. Il était souvent absent de la mai***, dont il laissait la gestion à sa femme Kheira. Celle-ci était issue d'une grande famille constantinoise, avait fait des études supérieures et avait même commencé à travailler comme juriste dans un ministère avant de rencontrer *** mari de se marier et d'avoir immédiatement deux enfants.
Elle quitta *** travail sur injonction de *** mari et devint, sans l'avoir vraiment voulu, une femme d'intérieur. Elle raconta à Fatma, qui savait s'y prendre pour confesser les femmes, qu'elle n'était pas très heureuse de sa situation. Bien que matériellement rien ne lui manquait (*** mari était même entrain de leur construire une superbe villa dans un quartier chic d'Alger) elle était frustrée dans sa vie de femme. Elle avait aimé *** mari et avait même été heureuse quelques temps après *** mariage. L'arrivée des enfants, mais surtout les responsabilités professionnelles de *** mari, avaient complètement bouleversé sa vie. Elle s'était retrouvée soudainement avec des responsabilités familiales importantes et un mari démissionnaire, qui ne s'intéressait plus qu'à ses ambitions politiques. Sa famille n'existait que pour ce qu'elle lui apportait comme image d'un bon père de famille.
En matière d'amour, il ne lui apportait plus rien, si ce n'est les quelques pauvres étreintes nocturnes, plus hygiéniques que passionnées, qu'il lui offrait de temps en temps, quand il rentrait tôt et quand il n'était pas trop fatigué. Autant dire, presque jamais. Kheira, à ce qu'elle avouait, un peu honteuse, à Fatma, avait des besoins sexuels « normaux » (sa manière à elle de dire qu'elle aimait faire l'amour et qu'elle en avait vraiment besoin).
- Tu ne voudrais pas faire sa connaissance ?
- Mais je la connais déjà !
- Arrête de faire l'imbécile ! Tu sais bien de quel type de connaissance je te parle : d'une connaissance intime !
- Et tu crois qu'elle voudra faire connaissance avec moi, comme cela ?
- Oui ! Elle m'a déjà donné *** accord !
- ...

- Nous en avons parlé longuement. La seule chose dont elle a peur c'est que *** mari apprenne qu'elle le trompe. Si tout se passe dans la discrétion, elle est d'accord de vivre avec toi l'amour passion qu'elle attend depuis très longtemps. Je lui ai parlé de toi et de ta manière de faire l'amour ; de tes capacités à vivre tes fantasmes et à faire vivre les leurs à tes partenaires. Elle est réellement intéressée.
- Et toi qu'est-ce que tu y gagnes ?
- Absolument rien ; sinon ta reconnaissance et la sienne. Et bien entendu qu'elle ne t'enlève pas totalement à moi !
C'est ainsi que mon histoire avec Kheira débuta : complètement arrangée par Fatma.
- Elle t'attend demain matin chez elle - l'appartement N° 5, au premier étage dans la même aile que le tien - à *** retour après qu'elle aura déposé ses enfants à l'école. Tu n'auras même pas à ***ner, elle t'ouvrira immédiatement.
Et effectivement le lendemain matin, après avoir surveillé *** retour au parking et attendu environ dix minutes, je descendis les escaliers, un peu inquiet tout de même, et me présentai devant la porte de l'appartement N° 5, au premier étage. La porte s'ouvrit immédiatement et une main me tira vivement vers l'intérieur. Ma belle rouquine était réellement là, habillée d'une simple nuisette noire, lui arrivant à mi-cuisses, laissant entrevoir une coquine petite culotte et un soutien gorge, tous les deux de couleur blanche. Elle referma vivement la porte et se plaça devant moi pour se faire admirer. Elle paraissait vraiment à l'aise. Elle ne semblait aucunement gênée.
- Tu me trouves à ton goût ? Je te plais ? Fatma m'a dit que tu lui as souvent parlé de moi. D'après elle, tu bandes même tous les matins en me voyant. C'est exagéré ?
Je ne savais absolument pas quoi répondre à ce flot de paroles. Elle posait ses questions de manière qui semblait naturelle. Elle n'avait pas l'air de se moquer de moi. C'était comme si elle cherchait simplement une confirmation de mon intérêt pour elle. De mon désir pour elle. Parce qu'en fait, il ne s'agissait que de cela : elle voulait confirmer qu'elle était désirable et que j'allais le lui prouver sur le champ. Elle ne voulait pas perdre de temps.
- Oui tu me plais et si tu regardes le devant de mon pantalon, tu verras combien tu es bandante !
- Prouve-le !
Sans plus attendre elle tendit les bras pour que je m'approche d'elle et l'enlace. Elle était adossée au mur du couloir, juste à côté de la porte d'entrée. Je m'approchai d'elle et la pris par la taille. Je sentis qu'elle avait eu un petit frémissement au moment où mes mains se posèrent sur sa taille. Elle colla *** corps chaud et frémissant contre le mien et tendit ses lèvres pour un baiser. Je ne me fis pas prier pour lui coller un patin tout ce qu'il y a de mouillé et de torride. Elle y répondit avec passion et violence. Comme si elle attendait cet instant depuis très longtemps ; trop longtemps ! Elle avait une langue fine et agile qui pénétrait dans ma bouche pour venir titiller la mienne. Ses lèvres, qu'elle avait fines et légèrement ourlées, étaient collées aux miennes comme des ventouses ; ses dents s'entrechoquaient contre les miennes. Elle buvait avec délectation toute la salive que sa langue récupérait de ma bouche et m'envoyait de temps en temps un peu de la sienne pour que, moi aussi, je m'abreuve.
Je me dis qu'il était peut-être temps que je prenne les choses en mains et lui rende la pareille. Ma langue se mit donc de la partie et alla faire *** nid dans sa bouche, où elle montra à la sienne qu'elle savait elle aussi se battre. Elles se défièrent et entreprirent un véritable duel pour savoir une fois pour toutes qui était le maître. Elles se toisèrent, se titillèrent, attaquèrent de front, s'évitèrent pour mieux se surprendre, montèrent l'une sur l'autre. Au passage, elles ramassèrent des quantités inouïes de salive qu'elle et moi avalâmes goulûment. Nous n'arrêtâmes le duel qu'une fois au bord de l'asphyxie. Nous séparâmes nos bouches pour reprendre notre respiration et observer l'effet du baiser sur nous. Je fus rassuré de la voir sourire de satisfaction. Je supposai qu'elle aussi était rassurée.
Je m'éloignai un peu d'elle pour la regarder et admirer *** corps. Elle se laissait contempler en souriant. Elle savait qu'elle était belle et désirable.
- Tu es magnifique ! lui dis-je. J'ai vraiment beaucoup de chance !
- Alors qu'attends-tu pour me baiser ? Tu ne vois pas combien j'ai envie d'être tirée ? Met ta main pour vérifier !
Je plongeai ma main entre ses longues cuisses blanches et fermes pour aller fourrager à la surface de sa petite culotte blanche. Elle était mouillée. Très mouillée ! Ma belle était en chaleur ! Je passai mes doigts à l'intérieur de l'élastique de la culotte et la fis descendre jusque sur ses chevilles. Elle s'en débarrassa en relevant un pied, puis le deuxième et l'envoya à l'autre bout du couloir. Je relevai le bas de sa nuisette pour pouvoir regarder et admirer sa chatte. Elle avait une chatte superbe ; avec un magnifique pubis bombé, soigneusement épilé (rien que pour moi ! me dis-je très fier) et luisant ; des grandes lèvres longues et fines, sans aucune trace de poils. Le tout était de couleur légèrement plus sombre que ses cuisses et donnait à sa chatte un aspect mystérieux et attirant.
- Baise-moi comme cela debout ! J'en ai toujours rêvé ! Laisse-moi d'abord voir ton gourdin. Il me semble immense, comme cela à travers le pantalon.
Elle s'occupa fébrilement de défaire la ceinture, de déboutonner le pantalon, d'ouvrir la braguette et de plonger sa main à l'intérieur pour palper l'engin.