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A Friend, The Family Great Dane, Myself And Mom


After my Father passed away, my Mother had a difficult
time and was takeing quite often. Mom was 36 I was 14,
and I was at a point where I loved to jack off while
spying on Mom.

I had drilled a hole through her bedroom wall from the
hall closet and had a perfect view of her bed. I often
watched Mom masturbate with a vibrator. I knew when she
was going to be having her fun, cause it was always
after she had a few takes.

My Mom was very good looking, she had long blonde hair
down to her ass and her tits about 36c. Her hips were
very slender and she had a pert ass to die for, and her
pussy smooth shaven.

This particular day she had been takeing more than
usual and I decided that I was going to share watching
Mom with a friend of mine who was a year younger than
me and was a jack off buddy. When Dan got there I told
Mom we were going to my room to play some board games,
she replied that was fine. I came back to the living
room about 10 minutes. later and didn't see her, I saw
her bedroom door was slightly open. I quietly went over
looking through the door I saw her on the bed naked
with her vibrator in her. I also saw Duke laying at the
foot of her bed, but didn't think much of it at the
time. I went back to my room and told Dan to follow me,
but to keep quiet. I showed him the hole in the closet
he looked through it and whispered " fuck, that's your
Mom fucking herself with a vibrator." I just smiled and
said " yea, she does this all the time and I love to
jack off while she does." I told him that she had more
than usual to take today and we could probably watch
her from her bedroom door without her knowing while we
jacked off. His reply was " Fuckin' cool."

We both took off our pants, walked over to Mom's
doorway and what we saw next was unreal. There was Duke
on her bed and Mom was sucking a massive dog cock. I
mean it was HUGE had to be 11" long, funny looking
though cause it was kinda pointed at the tip then got
thicker as it went back. We looked at each other and I
said "don't you fuckin' tell anyone about this, I've
got an idea how we can get our first fuck and more
whenever we want it." Dan looked at me and replied "
fuck man as long as I can see more of this I ain't
tellin' no one." We both watched as Mom was sucking
Dukes cock all the way down her throat, she had his
hairy sheath pulled back and you could see a baseball
size lump where her hand stopped, then his balls. She
continued sucking his cock as he was humping her mouth.
Suddenly Mom pulled his cock out of her mouth and said
" be Mommies good dog and squirt that hot doggie cum
all over Mommies face and down her throat." She stroked
him a few more times and he started squirting all over
Mom's face, then she shoved his cock back in her mouth
and drank every drop of his cum.

I decided this was my opportunity, I pushed open the
door walked in and said "that was sooo Fucking Hot,
Mom." Even though she was takes she was shocked when
Dan and I burst in while she still had Dukes' cock in
her mouth. She pulled it out and said half yelling and
slurring her words "What the fuck you doin' in here!" I
looked at her, my 8" cock standing straight up and
feeling like it would split, and said " after what we
just saw you need to just do what I tell you to, unless
you want everyone to know what you've been doing with
the fucking dog." Then she noticed Dan behind me and
yelled "W-whath fuck ish he doin' here!" I told her he
is here to do the same thing I am, enjoy having you
suck and fuck us and anything else we want. She knew
she had no choice and besides as takes as she was I
don't really think I needed to threaten blackmail.

Now she had noticed my cock it's head deep purple the
veins standing out and the throbbing. She looked at Dan
and he too was rock hard, a little smaller than I was
and he was stroking his cock slowly as he stood there
his mouth open. "Get your fucking ass over here and
suck Dan's cock," I commanded. She immediately slid his
cock into her mouth and Dan let out a long low groan,
"Ohhhh fuck! That feels so fuckin' good."

He grabbed my Mom by her head and started pumping his 7
hard throbbing inches to the back of her throat. I
started to finger her sopping wet cunt, I called Duke
up on the bed and put his nose up to her cunt and he
started to lap up and down her cunt and ass. This cause
her to yell out a garred, "Fucth, thas good."

I told Dan to stop as I wanted some of the action. Dan
pulled out and as he did "UH FUCK!" And he shot his
load of hot white gooey cum all over Mom's face. I
grabbed her hair and shoved all 8" of my hard teenage
cock into her mouth without warning. I shoved it till
it hit the back of her throat and then I pushed till it
popped down her throat.

Mom gagged at first, but then stopped as I continued to
fuck her throat, it was so fucking tight as the head
popped down her throat. I knew I wouldn't last long. It
was right about 10 minutes and I was ready, "AWWGH! YOU
FUCKIN CUNT! DRINK ALL! DRINK YOUR NASTY SON'S CUM!"

I let loose with the biggest load of hot sticky cum I
ever had. Shooting down her throat, after the 4th spurt
I pulled out and finished squirting on her face. "wipe
that cum off your face and eat it " I commanded. She
immediately did so.

"Mom," I said. "Have you ever fucked Duke?"

Her eyes widened and she said, "NO, and I have no
intention of doing so now."

I looked at her and said, "You'll do whatever I tell
you to do, for as long as I want you to, or everyone
will know what the fuck you've been doing with Duke. I
have pictures."

I didn't have pictures... not yet anyway, but she
didn't know that. " So get on your fucking knees, like
Dukes bitch in heat," I commanded. I led Duke to her
rear and her cunt juices were running down her thighs.
I think secretly she was excited about the thought of
Duke fucking her. Little did she know my plans were for
him to fuck her in the ass.

While Duke was licking that wet cunt, I had Dan go get
my Polaroid. My cock was starting to get hard again at
the thought of Mom being fucked by Duke. "OH FUCK! His
tongue feels SOO GOOD! Especially when he licks my ass
like that." Mom groaned in pleasure.

I spread her ass cheeks apart so Duke could really
concentrate on her asshole. Her moaning was getting
loader with each lick. Her asshole was now covered with
dog slobber and Duke was humping and I guided him
towards her asshole she cried out, "NO! Not my asshole,
he'll tear me apart."

Too, late he found his mark and slammed that 11" cock
into her ass. At first Mom started to cry, but then she
was moaning with pleasure as Duke hammered her asshole.
I took the camera from Dan and took as many pictures as
I had film, for blackmail later.

My cock was now fully hard and I was ready for some
fucking. "Mom, I'm going to fuck that sweet cunt while
Duke fucks that tight ass and you suck Dan's cock till
he cums. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Fuck your sutty Mom's cunt while she's being
fucked in the ass by the dog and sucks Dan's cock." she
replied.

I crawled under her, slid my cock into her tight cunt.
I could feel Dukes cock sliding back and forth in her
ass and Damn it felt goooood. Now Dan slid his hard
cock into Moms mouth, his balls hanging down over my
face. For some strange reamister I got the urge and
started licking Dan's balls and even stuck my tongue in
his ass.

"Fuck! Do that again and I'll blow the back of your
Mom's head off when I cum."

I shoved my tongue in his ass as far as I could,
"UGGHHH! FUCK! SUCK MY CUM BITCH!" He shoved his cock
to the back of Mom's throat and held her head there
till he emptied his hot load down her throat.

I could no longer hold out, OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" I
screamed as I shot another huge load of hot jizz into
my Mom. Then still breathing hard I scooted out from
under Mom and watched as Duke quickened his pace and
finally filled Mom's ass with his hot doggie cum. There
was so much it that it was running out and down her
inner thighs. I wiped some off and tasted it. It wasn't
bad, maybe a little salty, but not bad.

Needless to say we were all worn out after that and
after a while we all fell arelax in Mom's bed. When she
woke up, she asked if what she thought had happened,
had really happened? Or was it all takesen dream?

I showed her the pictures and said, "OH YEAH! It
happened alright, and it'll happen however and whenever
we want again."

And there has been some really wild sex since then,
believe me!

END

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A Lesmister in Social Justice


There are people who will not like some of the things
that I write in this story. If you are of the opinion
that the south will rise again (or that it should), if
you are convinced that the American Civil War was
fought for financial reamisters or to secure state's
rights then I highly recommend that you skip this
story. Some of the things I write here will offend your
sensibilities.

I will admit that a lot of what happened to me is a
result of my racist upbringing. If I had not been
raised in a small southern town by racist parents and
if all of my friends had not been racist I might not
have done the things that I did. For it was my
misguided actions that triggered the events that I'm
writing about, events that changed the lives of both me
and my husband. I'm not saying that I deserved what
happened to me, or what is still happening to me. But I
can't deny that I brought it on myself.

My husband and I met in college, Ole Miss of course. We
met in our sophomore year and dated a few times. We
dated off and on in our junior year too. It seemed that
we got a little better at it each time. By half way
through our senior year we were, well, maybe not
engaged yet, but we had an understanding.

We got married as soon as we graduated. We had both
been hired right after graduation by the same company.
My new husband, Paul, is the same age as me, twenty-
three. My parents loved him. He is a southern boy from
a town on the other side of the state. But we had the
same basic upbringing and the same values.

Paul was very smart and very good looking. He was not a
jock by any means. That was okay with me. I wasn't fond
of jocks. He was five foot ten, slender, not muscular
but quite fit. He had a smile that could melt glass and
a warm permisterality. Everyone loved Paul and I was proud
that he was my husband.

I guess I should describe myself as well. My name is
Jolie. I stand five feet tall and weigh right at a
hundred pounds when my hair is wet. I have shoulder
length blonde hair and I don't wish to sound vain but
I'm pretty good looking myself.

I have a nice figure. My breasts are B cups. That may
not sound big, but on my small frame they look just
right. They are perky and very sensitive. I have what
my husband describes as a "butt like a fifteen year
old." I'm assuming he is referring to the way it sits
up high and tight like a young girl's.

The reamister that Paul and I kept getting back together
every time we split up was that we both loved sex and
when we made love it was magical. We were perfect
together. There was never a time that he didn't ring my
bells when we had sex. We were both open to just about
anything that two people could do together. All the
normal stuff anyway. There was none of that bondage
stuff or pain or anything, and nothing involving other
people of course. And certainly none of that bathroom
stuff.

That left a lot of room to play though. I loved to kiss
and be touched. I loved it when he ate my pussy and I
loved it nearly as much when I sucked his cock. He is a
very good lover too. We could, and often did fuck for
hours. He has a nice seven inch cock that has never let
me down yet.

The trouble started a little more than a year after we
had been at work at our new jobs as research assistants
for a pharmaceutical firm. We were both making very
good money and had great futures. We were living a
charmed life and we knew it.

Then things changed. A black man moved into the house
next door to ours. Maybe if he had moved in down the
block, just maybe things would have worked out
differently. But our Deep South sensibilities were
really offended by the idea of a black man living right
next door.

We tried to ignore him at first. But just the fact that
he was living next door was a constant irritant. To
make matters worse, he was separated or divorced and
his two teenage misters were always spending weekends and
holidays with him.

A couple of times Paul or I had to chase his kids out
of our yard. I suppose that we could have been a little
more tactful when we did. We said some things that
weren't very nice.

I yelled at his youngest mister one day and called the kid
a couple of names. I guess the kid told his man
because he came to my door that evening and instead of
the apology that he was probably looking for we were
pretty rude to him as well. We didn't actually call him
names. But we said some things that weren't very nice
to him too.

I'm sure that you have heard the expression, "If looks
could *******." That night I saw it. I had never seen such
pure hatred in another permister's eyes. He never said
word. He just stared at me for a second. Then he turned
and walked back to his house.

A chill ran up my spine as he walked away. Paul closed
the door and we went back into the living room and
talked about putting our dream house on the market and
moving away from that man. The trouble was that we had
just bought the house. We owed much more than it was
worth. It would be a couple of years before we could
afford to sell. We were just going to have to put up
with having that man living next door until he moved or
we could sell.

I noticed that the other people on our street didn't
seem to have a problem with our new neighbor. They
would talk to him when they saw him outside and they
seemed pretty friendly. Soon he was being invited to
neighborhood get-togethers on a regular basis. That
made things uncomfortable for Paul and me. We had been
powerd to leave a couple of gatherings because he
showed up.

Cathy, the woman that lived on the other side of me,
came over for coffee one morning not long after he
moved in and went on and on about how nice he was. I
didn't understand her. She was a good southern girl
just like me! I wanted to say something to her but for
some reamister I felt uncomfortable and I just let her go
on until I could change the subject.

Paul and I thought our perfect world had been turned on
its side. Our charmed life had begun to lose some of
its luster. We couldn't sit around our pool out in the
backyard without thinking that a black man lived next
door and might even be in his back yard at that very
moment. I didn't feel comfortable wearing my bikini in
my own pool.

It wasn't like he was doing anything in particular that
we could complain about. His yard was always perfectly
manicured and he certainly didn't let his house go. He
was quiet. We never heard any of that loud, obnoxious
music that those people listen to. He didn't have
parties.

It was just that where Paul and I were from the races
didn't mix. White people didn't live next door to those
people. It just wasn't done.

Several weeks after the name calling incident, a
terrible thing happened. Our supervisor had a stroke.
He woke up in the morning and was taking a shower when
it hit him. Everyone was upset. He had been very
popular and a lot of fun to work for. Unfortunately, it
was a pretty major event and he would never recover
enough to return to work.

There were seven of us in our department, not counting
our supervisor. I was the only female in our
department. Most of the guys were in their forties and
fifties. The only exception was Taylor. Taylor was in
his early thirties. I suppose that it was unusual for a
husband and wife to work together the way we did. But
when we had applied for the jobs at a job fair held on
campus we had made it clear to the people that
interviewed us that we were going to be married and
they didn't have a problem with it.

Everyone got along great at work and we had a really
laid back little group. We were all afraid of what our
new supervisor was going to be like and how he or she
would change the dynamics of our little group.

You may have seen this coming, but Paul and I didn't.
The plant manager came in one afternoon to introduce
our new supervisor. I almost screamed out loud when it
turned out to be our next door neighbor, whose name was
Mr. Andermister.

Everyone gathered around while the plant manager
introduced him. Paul and I stood behind the others. We
were the most junior anyway and it was probably
appropriate for us to be the last to meet him.

I was scared to death and I am sure that Paul was too.
I could just see our entire future going right down the
drain. I didn't doubt for a moment that we were about
to lose our jobs and I knew better than to ask what
kind of a reference he would provide.

I could see our entire lives going up in smoke. We
would lose our jobs and our reputations, our house and
our cars. We could never work in our field again. In
fact, we could probably never get another job in any
related area. We were certain to lose our security
clearances when he found some pretext to fire us.

I will give the man credit. There was never a hint in
his face that he recognized us. He didn't give us dirty
looks or gloat. Nothing! He nodded and shook our hands
when we were finally introduced to him, just exactly
like he greeted our co-workers.

After we were all introduced the plant manager left and
Mr. Andermister smiled and said, "Gentlemen, and lady, I'm
not one to stand on formality. I want you all to call
me Doyal. The name is Gaelic and means 'dark stranger'.
My grandlady was from Ireland. We are a small
department and will be working closely with each other.
I have your permisternel files in my briefcase and if you
can spare me a little time I would like you to join me
in my office one at a time so that I can get to know a
little about you."

He sounded so reamisterable, so pleasant.

He turned to Karl and said, "Karl, I believe that you
have the most seniority. Shall we start with you?"

Karl walked off with Doyal and they chatted pleasantly
about sports as they walked away.

The rest of us went back to work. I don't think that
the others noticed the look of despair on the faces of
me or my husband. We glanced at each other and I knew
Paul well enough to know that he was thinking the same
thing that I was. Life as we knew it was over. We were
about to lose everything.

We all looked up expectantly when Karl came back. He
was smiling and it was obvious that he liked our new
supervisor. He said, "You're up next Neal. Nothing to
worry about, he's a great guy. I'm going to like
working with him. He really knows his stuff too. I'm
really impressed."

The rest of our co-workers filed out one at a time by
seniority, Neal, Travis, Ron, and Taylor. They all came
back smiling and looking forward to working with Doyal.
When Taylor came out he turned to Paul and me and said,
"Doyal said to send you kids in together since you are
married."

I dreaded this. But I felt better that I wasn't going
in there alone. I was terrified. I actually didn't
think that he would fire us right away. He would keep
us around for a few days or a few weeks and make our
lives hell. Then he would find, or make up, some excuse
to fire us.

Our co-workers finally noticed that we weren't as happy
about our new supervisor as they were. We got some
curious looks as we headed out into the corridor and
down one door to the small office next to our lab that
now belonged to Doyal Andermister.

We stopped in the corridor and looked at each other. I
could see that Paul was just as scared as I was. That
didn't do anything to reassure me.

There didn't seem to be anything to say, so we walked
the fifty feet to his office door. I don't think I
would have been any more afraid if there was a gallows
in that small office.

Paul tapped on his door and he opened it and held it
for us. We walked in and he waved his hand towards the
two chairs in front of his desk.

We took our seats and he sat down in his chair behind
his large, wooden desk. There were two stacks of
permisternel files on his desk. One with the five files of
our co-workers in it and the smaller stack with just
Paul's and mine. We hadn't been working here all that
long and our files were much thinner than the others.

Doyal didn't say a word. He picked up our files, one at
a time, and he flipped through them quickly. He placed
them back on his desk in front of him and looked up at
us. Now, in the privacy of his office, the hate was
back. He nodded at the files and said, "Not much there.
You two don't have much of a past and now you don't
have much of a future. You both did very well in
college. So I'm sure that you know what serendipity
means. Karma, fate, chance, what it boils down to is
suddenly I have the lives of two young racists in my
hand. I have to tell you, it feels pretty damned good."

"I think back to all the insults I have suffered at the
hands of people like you, all the indignities, all the
challenges people like you have thrown in my way at
every turn. I'm not even going to mention the names you
called my mister recently. I have to tell you, when I saw
you two in that lab a little while ago I started
looking around for someone to high five."

"I am going to destroy you. I am going to ruin your
lives and I am going to enjoy it so much that it will
probably give me an erection when I am doing it."

Paul just sat there stunned. I didn't speak, I
couldn't. But I had tears running down my cheeks.

Doyal smiled, a cruel, vindictive smile. He said, "I am
not going to fire you right away. I'm going to play
with you first. I'm going to make your lives hell. I'm
going to wait until you do something, or until I can
make it look like you did something, so terrible that
you won't be able to get a job cleaning bathrooms in a
gas station."

He glared at us for a moment longer and said, "You can
get back to work now. I can't stand to look at you."

Paul started to get up. I couldn't. My legs were
trembling and weak. But I couldn't let it end like
this. As much as it *******ed me to do it, I had to say
something. I cleared my throat and said, "Please
Doyal..."

He interrupted curtly and snapped, "Sir! You call me
sir, bitch."

Bitch! I felt like I had been slapped. But still, I
couldn't let my life end like this. My parents had
mortgaged their home and gone into debt to put me
through college. I had promised them that I would pay
them back. I couldn't go home to them with my life in
ruins.

I quietly said, "Sir, please don't do this to us. I'm
sorry for...I'm sorry for everything. We both are. We
shouldn't have said the things that we did. We
just...it's the way we were raised. I know it's wrong.
Please sir, I'm so sorry."

His expression never changed. He said, "You are only
sorry that I am your supervisor and hold your lives in
my hand. In your mind I am nothing but an uppity nigger
who has no right living in your neighborhood and no
right doing anything but janitor work and yard work for
white people."

He was right of course. But I was right too. It's the
way we were raised to think. I know that isn't much of
an excuse. I had friends in high school that had
developed friendships with black people. But of course
we had unpleasant names for people like that too.

When I was dressed, Paul and I waited for permission to
leave Doyal's office. It was getting late and we didn't
have time for much more than putting our work away and
cleaning up our work area.

Before he let us go, Doyal said, "Roll your waistband
over a few times bitch. I'll be at your house after I
get off tonight. I expect to be fed. After I've fucked
you we will go through your clothes and see if you have
any clothes worth keeping. We are going to want your
cunt to be much easier to get to from now on. Now get
out. You may be a sexy young cunt but you disgust me.
And don't close that lab coat, bitch."

Paul held the door for me and we stepped out into the
corridor. We turned to face each other and finally I
looked him in the eyes and tried to see what he was
thinking. People were starting to leave now and we
didn't dare speak. I simply said, "I'm sorry Paul."

He looked confused. He responded in a whisper, "You're
sorry? Jolie! You don't think...Jolie! I don't blame
you. I don't hold what happened in there against you.
Hell! I'm the one that took your clothes off! I should
be apologizing to you!"

We couldn't say more. There were too many people
around. We returned to our lab. I almost buttoned my
lab coat without thinking. I doubted if anyone would
notice any difference in my dress. It wasn't obvious
that I was no longer wearing a bra. I didn't think
anyone would notice that I was no longer wearing hose
or that my skirt was two inches shorter. Still, I
couldn't help feeling more vulnerable for letting Doyal
control my manner of dress.

We got strange looks from our co-workers as we re-
entered our lab. They had each spent fifteen or twenty
minutes in Doyal's office. Paul and I had been in with
him for nearly an hour.

But that wasn't the only difference. The five men that
we work with had all come back into the lab smiling and
looking forward to working with Doyal. Not Paul and
certainly not me. Our faces were white and drawn and
neither of us was capable of smiling.

We moved to our work areas in silence and began to
prepare to leave for the day. As I put my work away I
felt a hand on my shoulder. I just about jumped right
out of my skin. I turned to see Karl looking at me with
a concerned look on his face. He asked, "Is something
wrong Jolie? You and Paul look like you just got chewed
out. Do you need us to speak to Doyal for you? I don't
know what the problem is but we all like you and we
know what good workers you are. You know we'll back you
up if you need us."

I struggled to smile at him. He was a very nice man.
All of our co-workers were. I thanked him and tried to
assure him that everything was alright. It must have
been obvious that it wasn't. But what else could I say?

We said goodnight to our co-workers and left at the
usual time, 4:30 PM. Our plant had staggered hours so
that everyone wasn't coming to work and leaving at the
same time. But there was still a crush of people
pouring out through the various exits to the building
and swarming over the parking lot.

Paul and I walked in silence to our car and once we
were safely inside with the engine running and the air
conditioner working at full blast to dissipate the
superheated air in the car we sat staring straight
ahead and giving the parking lot time to clear out a
little.

It was a long time before either of us spoke. I said,
"It's okay Paul. I know what you must be thinking. I
won't be a problem for you."

Paul turned in his seat with that confused look on his
face again and asked, "You said that before, Jolie.
What is it that you think you know? What are you
talking about? You don't think that I blame you for
what just happened, or what is going to happen, do
you?"

I stared straight ahead. I knew that he was trying to
do the right thing. He was saying what he thought he
needed to say. But I knew how his mind worked. I knew
what I would have been thinking if I were in his place.

I quietly said, "No Paul. I know that you don't blame
me. But I know what you must think of me now. I know
what you would think if I tried to kiss you now. I know
what would be going through your mind if we tried to
make love. A black man saw me naked. A black man
touched me. A black man put his finger inside of me.
And tonight a black man is going to..."

For a moment I couldn't even say it. It was
unthinkable. Finally I sobbed, "A black man is going to
fuck me."

Paul moved closer to me and put his arms around me. I
struggled to push him away but he held me in his arms
and pulled me to him. I finally stopped struggling and
I realized that he was crying quietly too.

I had never seen him cry and it scared the hell out of
me. I whispered, "Don't cry baby. I won't..."

He interrupted to say, "Shut up Jolie! I'm not going
anywhere. Or at least I'm not going anywhere without
you. I love you. I loved you this morning and I love
you now and I'm going to love you tomorrow morning."

"I will admit that if you had asked me this morning
then I would have assumed that I would feel the things
you think I must be feeling now. Much to my own
surprise I don't. I don't know why. I just know that no
matter what happens I love you very much and I am not
going to stop loving you. I'm certainly not going to
stop loving you because our next door neighbor has
****d you."

"You are the best thing that ever happened to me. We
are going to have to survive some hard times. I don't
doubt that they are going to be harder for you than me.
But I can't imagine life without you. We will find a
way to get through this. Just remember that no matter
how bad it gets, I am not going to stop loving you. And
I am not going to stop wanting you. I swear it."

I said, "Paul that is so sweet. I appreciate what you
are saying. But I don't think you can pull it off. We
are..."

That was as far as I got before he turned my face up
and kissed me passionately. I lost it then. I put my
arms around his neck and I began to cry hysterically. I
couldn't stop. It went on and on until I finally became
aware of him gently rubbing my back and lightly kissing
my neck and my ears and whispering, "I love you Jolie.
It *******s me that I can't protect you. But I love you
and I will never leave you."

I loved it that he would say it. I guess he may even
have thought it. But I knew him too well. We were just
alike. I said, "Paul, he is going to fuck me tonight.
He is going to make me suck his cock. He is going to
make me a sex slave and it is all about humiliating and
degrading me...us. You can't honestly expect me to
believe that you will ever be able to make love to me
again after he leaves our house tonight."

He kissed me again and asked, "Have I ever lied to you?
I have given you my word. I never break my word."

He kissed me once more and then at the same time we
both noticed that we were just about the only car left
in the parking lot. I pushed him away gently and said,
"I guess we better go home. I have to start dinner."

He slid back behind the steering wheel and as we
fastened our seatbelts I wondered if he could actually
keep his word. I knew that he had the best of
intentions. He was a good man, a very good man. But he
was only human and we were products of our environment.

In our environment a white woman did not allow anyone
who was not white to have sex with her. She would
rather die. In my mind I had already submitted to
Doyal. I had already been naked in front of him. He had
touched my body. His finger had entered the most
private orifice of my body.

I knew that I would do whatever he ordered me to do
tonight, because I am a practical permister and because I
could see no alternative. I could not imagine that
Paul, no matter how nice he was, or how well
intentioned, could ever get over what was going to
happen to me. But then, I wasn't sure that I could deal
with it either. I was terrified.

It was funny though, I didn't realize until that very
moment that I was more afraid of what Paul was going to
think than I was of the actual impending ****. I
suppose that would change when the **** became a
reality and was no longer just an abstract notion of a
large black man despoiling my body at some moment in
the future.

The ride home was made in total silence. It didn't take
a genius to know what either one of us was thinking
about. We had spent a half hour in the parking lot
waiting for the traffic to clear and trying to assure
ourselves that our marriage could survive the horrible
things that were about to happen to us. But even with
that delay it looked like we had still beaten Doyal
home. We had never paid much attention to his comings
and goings and we didn't know what time he normally
came home.

We went inside and I tried to decide what to make for
dinner. I was never much for planning our meals. More
often than not I waited until we got home from work and
made supper depending on what we were in the mood to
eat and what we had on hand.

Neither of us was very hungry. I ended up making some
home fries and getting some pork chops out and ready to
cook as soon as Doyal showed up. While I was cooking I
asked Paul to make me a strong take. I was going to
need it.

We sipped our takes until Doyal showed up at seven. He
didn't knock or ring the bell. He just walked right
into our home. We heard him enter and Paul got up and
gave me a gentle kiss and said, "Remember, I love you.
I am always going to love you."

Then he went to greet Doyal. While he was doing that I
started cooking the pork chops.

I heard muted conversation coming from the living room.
A moment later Doyal and Paul joined me in the kitchen.
Paul placed a bottle of wine on the counter and then
undressed me while I stood at the stove. It was
humiliating all over again. The fact that Doyal had
already seen me naked and touched me didn't matter at
all.

Paul opened the wine and took my clothes upstairs. When
he returned he was naked too. His face was bright red
but he tried to act as if this was all normal. He
poured a glass of wine for Doyal who was sitting
quietly at the kitchen table watching me move around
the kitchen in the nude.

I heard him chuckle when he saw Paul's soft cock. He
said, "I guess that what they say about you white boys
is true."

I glanced over discreetly and saw that, I suppose
because of the fear and offense, Paul's cock looked
much smaller than normal. I wanted to say something in
Paul's defense but I didn't dare.

I set the table and served dinner. I loved the smell of
pork chops cooking and normally that smell was all I
needed to work up an appetite. Not tonight though. I
sat at the table, trying to be as inconspicuous as
possible, and picked at my food. Paul didn't eat
either.

Doyal, on the other hand, ate heartily. While he ate he
asked us a lot of permisteral questions. He asked us about
where we came from and about school and even about
work. Then he turned to Paul and asked, "Is she any
good at sucking cock?"

Paul looked at him in shock and when he didn't respond
right away Doyal said, "I realize that yours is only a
practice cock and not like the real thing. But it will
give me some idea of how hard she's going to be to
train."

Poor Paul, he didn't know what to say. He turned an
even darker shade of red, he glanced at me, and then he
said, "I have always loved it when she did it to me. I
think she is very good at it."

Doyal smiled and held his hand out towards me. He had
been eating his pork chops with his fingers and they
were very greasy. He stuck his middle finger out and
said, "Show me Jolie. Demonstrate your cocksucking
s*******s for me. That looks to be about the size of your
wimpy husband's dick."

I leaned forward and took his finger into my mouth. It
wasn't such a strange thing, not really. It was
something I might have done playfully for Paul if we
had been alone. But doing it like this, under these
circumstances, for this hateful man who was only doing
it to humiliate us, it was having just that effect. It
was nearly as degrading as standing in front of him and
being undressed by my husband for his viewing pleasure.

He watched me suck on his finger for a minute. Then he
pushed his chair back and grabbed my wrist. He pulled
me over into his lap and said, "You're going to have to
do better than that, bitch."

He powerd another of his long, black, greasy fingers
into my mouth and I sucked it clean while his free hand
came up and cupped my breasts and gently squeezed.

As I sucked his finger clean I could feel his cock
under my ass. It felt huge. I tried not to think about
that but instead concentrated on sucking his greasy
fingers clean. He let me clean all four fingers and his
thumb that way before he took his hand away from my
mouth.

For a fraction of a second I was relieved that my
little cocksucking demonstration was over. But then his
hand fell to my thigh, only inches from my exposed
pussy. He squeezed my thigh and then slid his hand up
until his large index finger was nestled in my slit.

He was staring at my face as his finger came into
contact with my sex. He saw me gasp quietly at his
touch and he said, "Yeah, I knew you wanted that. I
expect you have been thinking about me since you left
my office. I'm going to stick my finger back in your
pussy now, bitch. What do you want to bet it comes out
wet again? You may not admit it, not even to yourself,
but you can't wait to get my big, black cock in your
hot little cunt."

I felt his finger slip between my labia and I knew by
the way it entered me so easily that I was wet down
there. The fact that my pussy was wet in anticipation
of his touch was just as disturbing as it had been when
it happened in his office. It was like my body was
joining powers with Doyal to humiliate me.

He chuckled when his finger entered me easily. He
worked it around inside of me for a moment and said,
"Yeah, you are one hot little cunt. You may not like
black people intruding on your little white world, but
your body seems to be looking forward to getting some
nice big black dick."

Doyal pulled his finger out of me and held it up. He
shook his head and said, "Sweetheart, it is obvious to
me that your mind and your body are having one hell of
a conflict here. Or is there something that you are
keeping a secret from your husband? You don't harbor a
secret desire for black men do you Jolie?"

I didn't plan on dignifying that obviously outrageous
question with an answer. But he didn't give me a chance
anyway. He powerd his finger, now wet with my juices,
into my mouth and watched me suck it clean again. When
his finger was clean he pushed me out of his lap and
stood up.

He is a large man and he towered over me. He was very
intimidating, and not just because he was dressed and I
was naked. Nor was it because I knew that he was about
to demand sex of me, and I had no choice but to submit.
I had no doubt that this man would have been
intimidating under any circumstances. He was large and
muscular but it was the arrogant look on his face that
made us feel so ill at ease. He was in charge and he
knew it. He was a man who was used to being in charge
and it showed.

Doyal stood up and said, "You can clean this mess up
later. Let's go in the other room and get comfortable."

Paul and I followed Doyal into the living room and he
stood in front of our couch. He ordered us to stand on
in front of him and then he said, "I want you to
undress me now. It's time that we got better
acquainted."

Doyal and I peaked at the same time and he collapsed on
top of me for a moment. I became aware of the fact that
I was still clasping his body to mine with my arms and
legs and I quickly let him go.

He pushed himself to his knees and stared down at my
sweaty body. I think that it had surprised him that I
had reacted the way that I had. I know it surprised the
hell out of me. I saw the conceited look on his face
and I wanted to hit him. Thankfully I wasn't that
stupid.

He got up and pointed out the dress that he wanted me
to wear to work tomorrow. Then he went downstairs to
dress and go home. Paul went down to let him out and
start cleaning up the mess in the kitchen and dining
room.

I didn't move until they were gone. Then I got up and
rushed to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and it took
forever for the cum to drain out of me. Then I took a
quick shower and brushed my teeth.

I put on my robe and steeled my nerves to face my
husband. I knew what I was going to see on his face
when I went downstairs. I knew that he could never love
me after what I had done. It would have been bad enough
if I had merely let that man **** me. But to become
aroused, to achieve orgasm! That was unforgiveable.

But I couldn't hide in my room. I had to face Paul. At
the very least I had to apologize to him.

By the time I got downstairs he had already cleaned off
the dining room table and was loading the dishwasher. I
went into the kitchen and moved up behind him. I tried
to make him stop. I said, "Paul, go sit down. I'll do
that."

He didn't turn around. He just said, "You have already
had a rough evening. Why don't you make us a take and
sit down and I'll join you in a minute. I'm almost done
here."

I didn't know what to make of his voice. He sounded
calm. He sounded sad. But I didn't hear any of the
things that I expected to hear in his voice. It didn't
sound like he was mad at me or disgusted with me. I
didn't know what to think.

I made us each a stiff take and put them on the end of
the counter. While he finished up with the dishwasher I
cleaned off the stove and wiped down the counters. We
finished up at about the same time and I took our
takes over and put them on the kitchen table.

He came up behind me and I turned and we looked into
each other's eyes for the first time since...since our
boss ****d me. Then, in unimister, we said, "I'm sorry."

I looked at him in surprise. I had expected to hear
something more along the lines of 'I want a divorce,'
certainly not an apology!

I asked, "Paul? What are you apologizing for? I'm the
one that...oh god, I can't even say it!"

He took me into his arms and nearly crushed me. I put
my arms around him and suddenly I was crying like a
baby again. I had done a lot of crying today. I'm not
normally a crying female. This was not a normal day.

He responded, "I have a lot to apologize for Jolie. And
you have nothing to apologize for."

I rested my head on his shoulder and said, "I wish that
were true Paul. I can't imagine that you will ever get
those images out of your head. You must hate me now."

Paul kissed the top of my head and said, "I'm the pansy
that let his wife get ****d by the next door neighbor.
No, it was even worse than that. I helped the mister of a
bitch! No real man would help some mister of a bitch ****
his wife. I didn't even try to fight him."

"Paul!" I exclaimed. "You couldn't fight that man! And
I don't mean just because he is huge and would have
*******ed you. He has our lives in his hand. I wouldn't
let you fight him. We have to do what he says. But I
don't get it. Are you telling me that you don't want a
divorce now? Surely you cannot live with a woman who
has done what I just did!"

Paul held me tighter and said, "You didn't do anything
that he didn't make you do. You didn't have a choice.
Just like I didn't when I did what he told me to do.
Are you telling me that you can see the things that he
made me do and that you don't hate me?"

I didn't know what he was talking about at first. Then
I remembered. I had been so focused on the things I had
done, and the things that were done to me, that I
really hadn't paid that much attention to Paul except
to despair at the idea of what he was seeing me do.

I straightened up suddenly and in a whisper, as if I
hoped that he wouldn't hear me, I said, "Paul, I had an
orgasm. I came when he put that huge thing of his in me
and fucked me. I let him **** me and I had an orgasm
right in front of you."

Paul smiled and said, "Yeah, a damned nice one too! I
was pretty happy for you."

I stepped back then. I didn't know if he was teasing me
or if he had just gone crazy.

I turned and picked up my take and gulped down half of
it. Then I turned back and looked at him like he had
lost his mind.

He took me back into his arms and said, "Jolie, one of
the things I loved about you right from the beginning
was that you enjoyed sex. Your body and your mind were
always responsive. Just thinking about how turned on
you got used to get me excited. I love watching you,
especially when I eat your sweet pussy. I love watching
you lose control. I don't blame you for enjoying
getting fucked by that big cock of his. And I won't
hold it against you, if you promise not to get upset
when I tell you that when I saw you getting turned on
it gave me a hard on."

I looked at him skeptically. Surely he was just saying
that to ease my guilt. I had one more question that I
was afraid to ask. But now was the time.

"Paul, what about what we did downstairs? Could you
even kiss me after what you saw?"

He shrugged and said, "Could you kiss me? Could you
ever forget that I licked the end of that mister of a
bitch's cock?"

I moved back into his arms then and I said, "Paul, I
was right. On our first date I thought to myself, 'this
man would be the perfect husband'. And you are. I love
you so much."

He responded, "I may not be a perfect husband. A
perfect husband would have prevented what happened here
tonight. But I have the perfect love for you."

I kissed him then, or rather we kissed each other. It
was a warm, passionate, unselfconscious kiss and I
started to think that maybe we would survive this after
all.

We finished our takes and I made us each another. Then
we sat on the couch with Paul's arms wrapped around me
and talked about what we had seen and done and how we
felt about it.

Paul was still naked and I noticed that his cock kept
twitching as we talked about some of the things that
had happened. He knew that I was aware of it and I
could tell that he was self-conscious.

I put my take on the coffee table and said, "There is
one way to take care of this in a hurry."

I dropped to my knees and pushed his legs apart. He
tried to stop me. He said, "No Jolie, you don't have to
do that! Not tonight. Not after what you have been
through."

I smiled and held his rapidly growing cock in my hands.
I said, "Sweetheart, I have never sucked your cock
because I had to. I love sucking your cock and you know
it. Now stop giving me a hard time here or I'll be
powerd to bite you."

Paul gave in and sat back. He relaxed and I spread his
legs and he watched me as I leaned down and gave him
the best, the most loving blowjob that I had ever given
him.

I had always enjoyed doing this, especially for him. It
was so much better now. After sucking on our neighbors
large cock I found that sucking on Paul's nice seven
inch cock was even easier and even more fun. I devoured
him with even more passion than normal but still I was
surprised at how quickly he had cum. I swallowed easily
and then I rested my head on his stomach and held his
cock in my mouth while it went soft.

Paul stroked my hair and thanked me and told me how
much he loved me. I finally looked up and said, "I
can't believe that we are going to get through this.
All evening I was terrified of looking at you and
seeing the disgust that I knew must be in your face
when you saw what I was doing."

He answered with a touch of embarrassment, "If you had
looked at me very often this evening you would have
seen how frequently my cock got hard when I watched
you. I don't understand it. I have read about men who
get off on watching their wives with other men. I have
never been that way. It never even occurred to me. I'm
not even sure what it was about what I saw that turned
me on. I only know that now that it's over I'm glad I
had that reaction and not the reaction you were afraid
of. To be honest, I was afraid of the same thing you
were."

The smile left my face and I said, "It's not over. This
was just the beginning. And it isn't going to be just
him."

Paul pulled me up beside him on the couch and kissed
me. He said, "Just remember one thing. No matter what
happens, I am always going to love you. And I am always
going to want you. I only hope that he doesn't make me
do something that you can't get past. I am surprised
that you didn't ask me to leave after what I did today,
and after what he did today. Christ! I can't blame you
for cumming on that humongous cock of his! That thing
was incredible. It made my cock look like a clit!"

I laughed and said, "I love your clit, sweetheart."

We finally went up and went to bed. Paul tried to
return the favor. But when I realized what he was doing
I stopped him. I said, "No honey. Not tonight. Trust
me. I've had enough. Besides, he came in buckets. I
don't want to take a chance on you going down on me
and...well, you know."

He kissed my neck and said, "I would be surprised if I
didn't end up with a mouthful of it one of these days
anyway. He is doing this to humiliate us."

I said, "No Paul. He is doing this because we are
racists and because we were rude to him and called his
mister some very ugly names."

We looked at each other strangely then. It was like for
the first time we were acknowledging to ourselves that
we were not innocent victims in this.

After what had happened to us tonight I expected to
have a very difficult time falling arelax. I had a lot
to think about. But I suppose that between the three
strong takes and the stress and the amazing orgasm I
was out like a light in less than a minute. I am
usually a pretty light relaxer but that night I slept
so soundly that in the morning Paul had to shake me to
get me to wake up.

I went down and started coffee while Paul took a
shower. Then I took a shower while Paul toasted some
English muffins. When I finished my shower I put on the
dress that Doyal had selected for me. It was a flirty
little sundress. Not really scandalous, but not
appropriate for the work place either. It ended about
four inches above my knees. I thought that it was
inappropriate for work but I would be wearing a lab
coat. I didn't see how this would have the effect of
humiliating me that Doyal undoubtedly intended.

I dressed and joined Paul for breakfast. We ate
quietly, both of us wondering what Doyal had in mind to
make the day unpleasant.

We went in at our normal time, along with a hundred or
so other employees of the company. When we got to work
I put my lab coat on and went to my work area. Some of
the guys commented on my dress. They liked it and
suggested I dress like that more often. I had a feeling
that they were going to get their wish, and then some.

There was a note on my desk telling me to report to
Doyal's office as soon as I got in. I went out of the
lab and down to Doyal's office. I knocked and he told
me to enter.

When I stepped inside he looked up and said, "Lock the
door, bitch."

I wasn't really that surprised that he had sent for me.
The surprise was that he was not alone in his office.

I turned and locked the door. When I turned back around
he was getting up from behind his desk. He gestured for
me to stand in front of him. I crossed the space
between us and by the time I was standing in front of
him my face was bright red and my heart was beating
loudly again, just like yesterday.

He said, "Remove the lab coat. I want to see how you
look in the dress I picked out for you."

I obeyed instantly but I was very conscious of the
other man in the room. He was watching us closely and
smiling as Doyal ordered me around.

I dropped my lab coat on the same chair that my
clothing had been piled on yesterday when Paul had
undressed me in this same spot.

Doyal asked, "I suppose you are wearing underwear?"

I responded, "Yes sir."

"Which ones?" he asked.

I quietly replied, "The bikini panty."

He smiled and said, "Show me."

I reached down reluctantly and started to raise my
skirt but he said, "Not like that. Take your dress off,
stupid."

I unbuttoned the front of the dress and dropped it on
my lab coat. I stood before Doyal and the stranger in
just my panties. Doyal turned to his friend and asked,
"What do you think?"

His friend had a surprisingly deep voice. He answered,
"Not bad. She looks like a pretty good fuck. Yeah, she
has the perfect body for some of that stuff, slender
like a fashion model."

His friend got up and came over and looked me over. He
asked me my sizes and then he ran his hands over my
body before slapping my thigh and ordering me to spread
my legs.

I obeyed nervously and soon another man had his finger
inside of me. He chuckled and said, "Damn Doyal! This
broad is hot to trot!"

He pulled his wet finger out of me and held it up. He
chuckled again and said, "Fuck! Look at that! That's
just from undressing in front of us! She must be one
hot bitch!"

Doyal laughed and said, "Trust me Al, she is. Do you
want to knock off a quick piece before you leave?"

Al said, "Hell yes!"

Doyal pushed me down over his desk and I heard the
rustle of clothing behind me. A moment later I felt
Al's cock working its way inside of my very wet pussy.
I hated what was happening, but I hated even more that
my body kept betraying me like this. I had gotten wet
before they even touched me. Undressing in front of
them had gotten my juices flowing, just like yesterday!
I was not an exhibitionist. In fact, I was pretty shy.
So I just didn't understand why this was happening.

I didn't have long to think about it though. Al started
fucking me hard and fast while Doyal held my head down
on his desk. I felt so helpless and so used. But worse
than that, as Al's strokes became faster and more
violent I felt myself building to another orgasm.

Doyal reached under me while his friend was fucking me
and started pulling and twisting on my nipples. He was
not gentle and it hurt. It hurt a lot. But still I felt
my body climbing towards a climax. I came just before
Al did. When the orgasm hit it hit hard and I started
to call out loudly until Doyal clamped a hand over my
mouth and kept me quiet.

I heard Al cry out behind me and his hands clawed at my
ass during those last few violent strokes. He called
out, "Jesus! What a fucking pussy!" And then he filled
me with cum.

He left his cock inside of me for a minute while he and
Doyal discussed my pussy. Then he slowly pulled his
cock out of me. It felt nearly as long as Doyal's,
though not nearly as thick.

When he pulled it free, Doyal pulled me up off of his
desk and asked, "Did you have a nice rest, cunt?"

Then he pushed me to the floor and said, "Clean up that
mess."

I didn't know what he meant at first. Not until Al
moved forward and his soft, slimy cock was right in my
face. I had just been fucked by a second black man in
less than twelve hours. Now I was going to taste a
second black cock. I powerd myself to breathe through
my mouth. His cock smelled as bad as it looked.

I opened my mouth wide and took as much of his cock
into my mouth as I could before I closed my lips around
it. I gagged a couple of times at first but I sucked it
clean as quickly as I could. I was in a hurry to get
that taste out of my mouth.

When I had sucked the top half of his cock clean I
lifted my mouth off of it and I licked the base of it
until it too was clean. Then I washed his balls with my
tongue while he guided my head around with his hands
twisted in my hair.

He finally released me and I stood up gasping for fresh
air while he straightened his pants and made himself
presentable. I was aware of the cum that was seeping
out of me and about to start running down my thigh. I
was anxious to be allowed to dress and go to the ladies
room.

Doyal had something else in mind. He smiled and said,
"You can't leave here like that. Everyone will know
what a slut you are. Scoop that up and swallow it."

They both laughed at the look on my face when he said
that. I wanted to plead with him to be reamisterable but
one look at the amusement on their faces as they
enjoyed my consternation and I knew I would be wasting
my breath.

I spread my legs and I felt the bile rising in my
throat as I reached down and scooped up about two
tablespoons of slimy white cum on the tips of two
fingers. I stared at it for a second, trying to
convince myself that it was just cum and I had
swallowed a lot of it over the last four or five years.

This was different though. This was such a nasty thing
to do. I looked up at their faces one last time and
then I swallowed and powerd myself to place my fingers
in my mouth and suck them clean.

I heard the stranger exclaim under his breath, "What a
fucking cunt!"

When I had swallowed the bastard's cum I pulled my
fingers from my mouth and stood there naked as the men
shook hands and the stranger left. I expected Doyal to
take a turn but he said, "You had better get to work,
cunt. I want you and your faggot husband back in here
at lunch time."

I responded without thinking, "He is not a faggot!"

Doyal just smiled and said, "Sure he is. He just
doesn't realize it yet."

He handed me my lab coat and ordered me to put it on.
He was holding my dress and my panties in his other
hand.

I groaned as I slipped the lab coat on. We were
required to wear them at all times but we seldom closed
them. Not unless we were actually doing something that
required them, which in my section was not very often.
They weren't see-through, but they were thin and when I
started buttoning the front I noticed that my nipples
showed quite clearly through the thin material. You
couldn't actually see them. But you could see the
outlines of them. You could see the bumps. It was
obvious that I wasn't wearing much of anything under my
lab coat.

Doyal ordered me to leave the top two buttons and the
bottom two buttons unfastened. Suddenly my lab coat was
a sexy garment. My cleavage was exposed to an alarming
degree and the bottom button that I was permitted to
close was rubbing against my pubic hair. I would be in
danger of exposing myself with every step I took.

The guys were going to love this!

Doyal dismissed me but as I started to leave he said,
"I doubt if any of the guys have the balls, but if any
of them should grow a pair and decide to actually put a
hand on you, you just smile and act like nothing out of
the ordinary is happening. I'm going to be in and out
of the lab all morning and I'll be watching you."

I hurried back to the lab with my heart beating a mile
a minute. The guys looked up and smiled and said good
morning as I entered. Then they did a double take as
they watched me cross the room to my work area.

When I got to my bench I looked down and saw that my
nipples were standing straight out. I looked down and I
could see the insides of both of my thighs. And that
was standing still! God knows what I looked like when I
was taking a step!

I got my work out and threw myself into it like never
before. I wanted desperately not to think about
anything else right now. I sat on my stool and
struggled to at least cover my pussy with that damned
lab coat, but it was a constant struggle. To make
matters worse, one at a time the guys all came over,
ostensibly to see if I was alright.

I knew that guys being guys they would enjoy the view.
But I didn't believe that any of them would actually
touch me. I guess I don't know my co-workers as well as
I thought I did.

I watched them struggle to keep their eyes focused on
my face as we spoke. The odd thing was that, under any
other circumstances I would have been annoyed if they
had treated me this way. But I couldn't blame them.
They had never behaved this way until Doyal made me
dress like this. So I was surprised to find myself
becoming aroused at all of the attention. I was
embarrassed. But the tingle I felt between my legs
every time one of the men came over and stared at my
nipples or my upper thighs was unmistakable.

Once more I was powerd to consider what kind of a
permister, what kind of a woman I really was.

The men came over off and on throughout the morning to
check on something I was doing or just to speak and get
another look at me. Several times I looked down after
they walked away and wondered if they had been able to
see too much of me. The lab coat kept falling away from
my breasts when I leaned forward and on more than one
occasion I looked down and saw a nipple just starting
to peek out. Worse than that though, I was almost
positive that my slit showed from just about every
angle but behind me.

There was no question of how exposed I was every time I
got up or returned to my seat. In those moments I felt
the cool air on my slit and I knew that my pussy was
still drooling. My emotions were constantly being torn
between my continuous state of arousal and my despair
over the kind of woman that I was afraid that I was
becoming.

Karl came over for the third or fourth time that
morning to ask about the status of a project I was
helping him with. I was flustered as I answered while
he stared directly at my nearly exposed breasts. When I
reached for some documents I realized too late that I
had exposed most of one breast, certainly all of the
nipple.

He smiled and his face turned nearly as red as my own.
His hand fell to my thigh and he patted it gently. He
said, "My dear, I have never fully appreciated how sexy
a lab coat could be before. You look fantastic. I don't
know what has brought about this change in you. But I
like it."

His fingertips were at most an inch from my pussy as he
spoke. I was too shocked to say or do anything. And
when the shock wore off I realized that this was what
Doyal had in mind. As if to confirm my sudden
inspiration I looked up to see Doyal smiling at me from
across the room. He nodded and then went back to his
conversation with Taylor. I noticed that Taylor was
staring too. He didn't look like he was hearing a word
that Doyal was saying.

In the next hour it became obvious that Doyal and
Taylor had not been the only ones watching Karl place
his hand on my thigh and get away with it. At one time
or another they all came over that morning and they all
placed their hands high on my thigh. I actually felt
Neal's fingertip grazing my exposed pussy!

Every man in that lab was walking around with a hard on
all morning because of me. Well, I suppose it would be
more accurate to say that it was because of Doyal. I
would never have dressed like this on my own.

Even Paul had a hard on! He didn't feel me up in
public. But he came over and whispered, "Are you doing
okay? I hate to admit it, but you look hotter than
hell!"

I blushed and looked around to make sure that no one
was close enough to hear us talk. I whispered, "Jesus
Paul! I don't know what is happening with me! I have
never been so humiliated in my life. But I'm sitting in
a pool of my own juices! Could I have been a slut all
this time and I didn't even know it?!"

He shrugged and whispered, "No. You aren't a slut.
You're body is just reacting to the constant sexual
stimulation. You can't help it. Just like I can't help
having a hard on every time I look at you."

Paul looked around and asked, "What happened in there
this morning? You were gone a long time."

I whispered to him about having to service the strange
man in Doyal's office and I told him that we were both
to report to his office at lunch time. I also told him
about being ordered to permit my co-workers to touch me
if they got up the nerve.

Before he went back to work I asked him how exposed my
pussy was. I couldn't tell but I felt like I was all
but naked down there.

He glanced down and responded, "It isn't too bad when
you tug your lab coat together. But once you let it go
it starts to fall away and it isn't long before the top
half of your pussy is exposed. You might as well quit
fighting it. Everyone has already seen it by now."

I asked, "Did you see him this morning? This is just
what he had in mind, this and more. Remember what he
said yesterday? He said he wished that I could work in
the nude. I don't know where this is going. But even if
he doesn't make up something terrible about us, our
reputations are going to be shot."

I suddenly realized what Doyal was doing. I hissed
under my breath, "Oh my god! Paul! I just realized
where this is going. He wants to turn me into the
office sex toy. Not just for him, for everyone we work
with!"

Paul looked so helpless when he said, "I know. But I
still don't see any way out of this. Not yet anyway."

Paul went back to his work station and I tried to
forget about how exposed I was and concentrate on my
own work. As I worked though, I couldn't help noticing
my co-workers getting together and talking quietly in
twos and threes throughout the morning, all the while
glancing over at me. I could just imagine what they
were saying.

They kept coming back over and visiting with me at my
station. Each time they became bolder and each time I
was powerd to bite my tongue as their hands came to
rest on my upper thigh and fingers began to tease my
sopping wet slit. I suppose that they were comparing
notes as the morning went on and it was obvious that I
wasn't objecting to anything that they did. They may
not have understood the sudden change in me, but they
were enjoying it. They didn't grope me openly, and they
seemed to be more discreet whenever Paul was nearby.
But they became bolder with each visit to my work
station.

Just before lunch Karl came over and leaned against the
bench where I was working. His hand went right to my
thigh and the tip of his middle finger was sliding up
and down through my slit, grazing my clit at the top of
each tiny stroke.

I gasped as his finger teased my clit and I grasped my
workbench with both hands. I fought to keep from having
an orgasm as this nice, gentle, quiet man who was more
than twice my age and had always treated me with
respect began to finger my pussy while my husband and
our four co-workers watched from around the room.

I groaned and bit my bottom lip in an effort to keep
from having an orgasm. When Karl first spoke I heard
the words but my brain didn't catch the meaning. He had
to repeat himself. "Jolie, why are you doing this? Or
more to the point, why are you letting us do this.
Don't misunderstand. I love the change in you. We all
do. But it seems so out of character for you. What's
going on?"

I was actually grateful for the question. It distracted
me from the sensations his finger was causing. I
whispered, "I can't talk when you are doing that Karl!
I can't think!"

He stopped moving is finger, but it remained inside me,
just inside my opening. I managed to catch my breath
and get my mind in gear. But I was still highly aroused
and it occurred to me that at this very moment, after
all of these hours of teasing, I wanted to fuck these
men just as much as they wanted to fuck me. It looked
like Doyal was going to get his wish!

But I didn't know how to respond to Karl's very
reamisterable question. I couldn't tell him the truth. Or
could I? I knew that they were all wondering. Maybe the
easiest thing to do would be to explain. Doyal didn't
say that I couldn't tell them. Would things be better
or worse if I told them the truth?

I glanced at the clock. It was still half an hour
before Paul and I had to report to Doyal's office for
lunch. I sighed deeply and said, "Give me a minute to
talk to Paul before I answer you, okay Karl?"

He nodded and finally removed his hand from my sex
organs.

When he had moved away I looked over to see Paul
watching with obvious concern. I waved him over and he
rushed across the room to see what I wanted. When he
was standing beside me I whispered, "Paul, Karl wants
to know why I'm doing this, why I'm dressing like this
and why I'm letting them touch me. I was trying to
think of a reamisterable lie but maybe it would be better
if we just told the truth. Doyal didn't say we
couldn't. Maybe that would be better than this,
whatever this is. Let's get it out in the open. I think
I would be less embarrassed if they realized that I
hadn't changed, I am doing what I have to do. And maybe
they'll take it easy on me. Or not. Either way at least
we can stop pussy-footing around in a cloud of secrecy.
What do you think?"

Paul looked at me, and then he looked around at our
five co-workers. He asked, "What will you tell them?"

"The truth," I replied.

He shrugged and said, "I don't know if that will help
your cause. But I guess you're right. This silly game
that everyone is playing now isn't fooling anyone. In
some ways it's even more demeaning. I guess that we
haven't anything to lose. You may be right, though I
doubt it. I think that once they know that they have
permission to do what they want things will get worse.
But I guess we are going there anyway. If you would
feel better having them know that you are being obligate
then tell them."

I smiled wryly and said, "Paul, it's more than being
obligate. We are being punished. I suspect that our
friends here in the office might side with Doyal when
they hear why."

Paul shrugged and said, "It's up to you. I'm not going
to change how I feel about Doyal, and I'm not going to
change how I feel about you. You do what you think is
best."

Paul kissed me on the forehead and went back to work. I
turned to Karl and waved him back over. When he was
close I said, "Karl, I talked it over with Paul and I'm
going to explain what is going on. I think it might be
best if I explained it to everyone all at once."

Karl looked up and I looked around to see that everyone
was watching us. He waved them over and soon I was
surrounded by my five co-workers, all ogling my exposed
flesh openly.

When they were close by I said, "Karl asked me why I'm
doing this, why I'm dressing like this and why I'm
letting you guys touch me. I don't know if I'm supposed
to tell you or not. But I wasn't told that I couldn't.
I think it best to get this out in the open."

I took a deep breath, which they all seemed to
appreciate, and I started from the beginning. "As you
guys all know, Paul and I are both from small southern
towns in Mississippi. We grew up in an environment of
prejudice and intolerance. We never questioned our
beliefs and that is why this is happening to me, to us
I mean."

He saw the look on my face and he said, "That's right,
cunt. Eat that nice man's big black ass."

I hesitated still, until he said, "Don't make me take
my belt off, bitch."

I turned to look at the big black ass in front of my
face and I felt the nausea building as I contemplated
the task in front of me. I heard Doyal start to
unbuckle his belt and I started moving finally. I
reached up and gently spread the cheeks of John's ass,
exposing his dark, crinkled ass hole. It occurred to me
that I had never actually seen one before. It was
particularly unattractive.

I moved my face closer. John smelled clean but this was
without a doubt the most disgusting thing that I had
yet been powerd to do.

I became aware of the camera in my face as I slowly
leaned forward and pressed my lips against his asshole.
There was not yet any taste and the smell was not
unpleasant, sweaty, a little musky maybe, but clean.
Still, I couldn't help gagging at the idea of what I
was doing.

I tentatively stuck my tongue out and touched it to his
wrinkled hole and as soon as I touched him he groaned
in pleasure and his entire body twitched. He gasped and
said, "Son of a bitch! I never felt anything like that
before! Shit! I like that!"

I wasn't as excited about it myself.

I licked all around it for a moment and then stiffened
my tongue and powerd it inside of him. He continued to
groan and gasp in pleasure and I began to fear that he
was going to get another hard on. I was getting tired.

Doyal took a dozen pictures and finally he said, "Okay.
Gentlemen, I appreciate your help. Now I am horny as
hell and I'm going to have to fuck this bitch before
she has to go back to work."

Oscar asked, "Do you mind if we watch?"

Doyal smiled and said, "Not at all. Do you mind taking
some pictures for me?"

Oscar took the camera from Doyal and stood back while
Doyal dropped his pants and shorts to his knees. I was
powerd down roughly over his desk and he used his feet
to power my legs farther apart. A few seconds later he
was ramming his fat cock into me and there it was
again, that full feeling that had driven me crazy last
night.

I hated that he could turn me on like this. I had
always had a very hard time reaching orgasm from
fucking. Paul could usually make me cum that way. But
he had a neat little thing he did on his down stroke
when he fucked me. He would press his pubic bone
against me and kind of push and twist at the same time,
applying pressure over my clit as he did. It was a
delicious feeling and it usually did the trick.

Doyal wasn't even touching my clit though. His cock was
stretching me to the limit and he was overpowering me,
taking me. It was both mentally and physically
stimulating and it was irresistible. I was soon
grunting and groaning and I knew that I was going to
cum again. I ignored Oscar and the camera. He was going
back and forth between my face and the huge cock
pounding into me. I hardly noticed.

I suspect that Doyal was very aroused. He enjoyed
tormenting me. He had just made me do some very nasty
cuckolds brownie and he had the pictures to prove it. He wouldn't
take long to cum. But I came twice before he finally
redoured his efforts and attacked me vulgarly with his
oversized cock.

I felt him behind me, tensing up and then stopping
suddenly as his cock throbbed inside of me and
deposited another of his large loads in my pussy. He
stayed there, with our sex organs locked together, for
several long moments. Then he said, "Okay Oscar, get
ready. I want a lot of pictures of this."

He slowly pulled his cock out of me. I felt the rush of
cool air on my soaking wet pussy and I heard Oscar back
there getting some close-ups. Then I felt Doyal's hand
in my hair and he pulled me up off the desk and powerd
me to my knees in front of him. I knew what he wanted
and I opened my mouth and sucked his slimy cock clean.
It was still quite hard. Not fully erect but not soft
either. He began to move it in and out of my mouth and
said, "Before it gets soft let's see if you can do your
new trick with my cock, bitch."

I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. I was
sure that it wasn't going to go. But he gripped my head
after a few ineffective attempts on my part and he
thrust forward violently. Everyone in the room gasped
as his cock shot down my throat. It hurt, but it went
easier than I thought it would. Unlike with the others
though, I couldn't breathe with his cock in my throat.
It was so large that it compressed my airway.

He held it there long enough for Oscar to get a few
pictures and then he pulled it out. I gasped for air
and waited for my heart to stop beating so fast. Doyal
helped me to my feet and I saw John standing behind
Paul. He had one arm around Paul's throat and his arm
twisted up behind his back. Apparently Paul had
attempted to interfere.

Doyal got an evil smile on his face. He said, "I guess
you need to learn a little humility Paul. I suppose
I've been taking it too easy on you. John, bring him
over here."

Doyal lifted me to my feet using my hair as a handle
again. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and
dropped me roughly on his desk. He pushed me down on my
back and lifted my legs and spread then. My sopping wet
and dripping pussy were displayed for all the men in
the room.

When John had Paul standing in front of the desk Doyal
said, "Okay John, let him go."

Paul flexed his arm and rubbed it. John had been pretty
rough on him I guess. Devon took the camera back from
Oscar and said, "Paul, your bitch can't go to work like
that. She smells awful. Get down there and clean that
mess up."

Paul glared at him and didn't move.

Doyal handed the camera back to Oscar and turned and
went around his desk. He opened his desk drawer and
removed a wooden ruler. Before anyone had a chance to
even figure out what he was going to do he lifted his
arm and brought the ruler down right across the center
of my right tit, right across the nipple!

At first I couldn't even scream. I gasped in disbelief
as the worst pain I had ever experienced in my life
washed over me. I finally caught my breath and just as
I was about to scream Doyal shoved his cock back in my
mouth and held it there. I screamed around his cock but
hardly any noise escaped.

I was crying hysterically now. I couldn't see anything
but Doyal's large, hairy balls. But I was praying that
Paul would not refuse again.

I can't describe the relief that I felt when I felt
Paul's shoulders between my thighs. I felt sorry for
him. I knew what a horrible thing Doyal was demanding
of him. But I couldn't take another blow from that
ruler. I just couldn't!

I felt Paul's breath on my thigh and then his warm
tongue began to lick up the cum that had been leaking
out of me. I heard Paul gagging frequently at first,
but gradually he got used to the smell and the taste I
guess. By the time his tongue had cleaned my thighs and
was beginning to bathe my vulva he had stopped gagging.

I heard the three black men in the room chuckling as
they watched. I felt so sorry for Paul. I knew that
this was going to prey on his mind for a long time.

His tongue bathed my vulva thoroughly and then began to
explore my slit. I normally love the feeling of a
tongue in my pussy. But I felt so bad for Paul that it
didn't affect me at all.

Doyal's cock didn't get hard again, thankfully. He
watched until he was satisfied that I was clean enough
to go back to work. He pulled his cock out of my mouth
and said, "Okay boy. That's enough. Let the bitch up so
she can get dressed."

Paul stepped back and helped me up without looking me
in the eye. I squeezed his hand and whispered, "I'm
sorry."

He shook his head but he couldn't look at me.

Oscar and John finally left. Devon said, "Put your lab
coat on, bitch."

While I was buttoning up the same buttons that had been
buttoned all morning he said, "From now on you don't
say no to any man. That's pretty cut and dried. You
don't have any questions about that do you, cunt?"

I answered quietly, "No sir."

He nodded and said, "I hope so. Come back here when
it's time to go home and get your dress. Don't make any
plans for this weekend. You're going to be pretty
busy."

Just before we left to go back to the lab Doyal stopped
me and opened another button at the top of my lab coat.
He looked at it and said, "Button that back up when you
are outside of your lab. When you are in your lab I
want that one open too."

I nodded and buttoned the button. I glanced at the
clock on the way out. We had only been in Doyal's
office for forty minutes! I would have sworn that the
afternoon was half over. It had seemed like hours! We
still had twenty minutes of our lunch hour left!

In the corridor we talked about going to the lunch room
or even out to our car to relax for a few minutes and
be safe and alone. But I didn't want to go to the lunch
room dressed this way and by the time the car cooled
off enough to be comfortable it would be time to come
back in. So we went back into the lab and hoped that
the others would all be out to lunch.

We were in luck. All five of the men we worked with
were at lunch. We often went to lunch together as a
group. I suspect that they had a lot to talk about
today. I unbuttoned my top button and we went into the
back corner and sat together in a couple of chairs.

We didn't talk at first but Paul reached out and held
my hand. I squeezed his hand and said, "I'm so sorry
Paul."

He grinned wryly and said, "What are you apologizing
for? I'm the one that got you beaten with a ruler."

I leaned down and kissed his hand. I said, "I don't
blame you. I wouldn't have blamed you if you had
refused. I know how hard that was for you. I'm just
curious. Do you still think you can love me after all
this. It really seems to be getting out of hand."

Paul reached out and pulled me into his lap. He opened
the top of my lab coat and looked at the red welt on my
tit. It wasn't that bad. It still stung but it was
fading already. He leaned down and kissed it lightly
and said, "I really am sorry Jolie. You have to put up
with a lot more cuckolds brownie than I do. It's much worse for
you. I was just so shocked when he told me to...well
you know. I'll try to be more careful. And I don't care
what happens. I'm always going to love you."

I looked into his eyes and I could see that he really
meant it. I put my arms around his neck and held him
tight and I was just about to kiss him when he said,
"Even if you decide to leave me for that horse cock."

He was smiling and I knew he was kidding. I leaned down
as if I was going to kiss him and I bit his nose, hard!

He yelled, "Hey!" and reached down and grabbed a
handful of my pubic hair and said, "I'll let go if you
do."

Suddenly we were both laughing and I let his nose go
and kissed him as hard as I could. He turned my pubic
hair loose and put his arms around me and pulled me
close. I put my lips by his ear and whispered, "Oh
Paul, I adore you."

He bit my neck and said, "Yeah, and you're okay for a
cunt."

I should have been furious, I guess. Instead I started
laughing almost hysterically. I finally caught my
breath and said, "You mister of a bitch. Besides, I
thought you liked my cunt."

"I love your cunt," he replied. "And I love you."

This little bit of fooling around was just what I
needed. I felt much better now. I knew that I was going
to be screwed around with all afternoon and I was going
to have to let it happen. But I also knew that Paul
loved me and he still had his weird sense of humor.

Just then the lab door opened and the rest of the crew
came in. They saw us in the back and headed back to see
what we were doing. My legs were spread open and my
pussy was plainly visible. My lab coat was spread open
at the top and my uninjured tit was on display. There
were only two buttons that remained buttoned now. I had
no chance of maintaining any modesty dressed like this.
There was no sense in trying. The men had all seen my
pussy this morning. They had all touched it. It was
still humiliating to be on display this way. But there
was nothing that I could do about it.

Karl looked down and said, "You look all red and
swollen Jolie. Did you have another lesmister in humility
over your lunch hour?"

I blushed and answered, "Yes Karl. Does that amuse
you?"

He grinned and replied, "Not as much as it turns me on.
You are about the hottest little thing I've ever seen.
I bet you look fantastic naked, and even better getting
fucked."

Karl was in his mid fifties and has been happily
married to his wife for thirty years. He is a decent
man and I would be willing to bet that he has never
cheated on his wife. But the situation that was
developing here at work was probably something that he
never thought he would encounter. I was being powerd to
parade around half naked and suddenly there was a
sexual tension in the air that had never existed
before. I looked around and saw that there was a hunger
in each of these men. The situation that I had
described to them this morning, my sexual servitude,
that was exciting to them.

I guess I couldn't blame them. I'm not stupid. I have
had enough interaction with the opposite sex and taken
enough Psych classes in college that I knew how men's
minds worked. After all, I've been a female all of my
life!

They all knew that our new black supervisor had just
fucked me. They didn't know about the janitors, at
least not yet. I sure as hell wasn't going to tell
them.

Karl reached out and helped me to my feet. He ignored
Paul and stared into my eyes as he reached out and
unbuttoned the two remaining buttons on my lab coat. I
offered no resistance.

He let my coat fall open and spotted the stripe on my
tit. He cringed and placed his finger on it gently. He
felt the heat and said, "I have something in my desk
that will make that feel a little better."

I thanked him. Then I stood there as all five of them
stared at my exposed body. No one spoke for a long time
until Travis asked, "You said that Doyal doesn't have a
problem with us touching you. What if we want to do
more than touch?"

I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. I sighed deeply
and said, "I can't say no."

Silence. No one spoke. No one moved. They just stared
at me as if I had just told them they had won the
lottery.

Then, almost as if they were all using the same brain,
they all turned to look at Paul.

They seemed uncomfortable about doing anything in front
of him. Karl said, "You must really hate this Paul. But
he's arranging this isn't he? He's setting it up so
that we will be in this situation. He has her dressing
in nothing but an almost unbuttoned lab coat and he
tells her that she can't say no. This is what he wants.
It's part of your punishment, isn't it?"

I stared into his cruel eyes. I couldn't even speak. I
stopped shaking my head but I felt the red rushing
through my veins and I could hear my heart beating in
terror. My knees were getting weak and I was certain
that I was about to collapse.

He waited for me to answer him but I couldn't. I
couldn't make a sound. He got impatient and said, "Get
down on your knees you dumb cunt. Let's get this show
started."

I dropped to my knees, almost out of necessity. I was
about to fall to my knees from fright.

He ordered me to be still and he guided his dog over to
me. I shuddered and fought the sudden urge to vomit as
the dog began to lick my face excitedly.

The man said, "This is your new boyfriend, bitch. Kiss
him back. Don't make him do all the fucking work!"

I had tears running down my cheeks as I pursed my lips
and tried to plant a small kiss on the dog's face.

The dog's handler said, "Not like that you stupid
bitch! Dogs don't kiss with their lips! Open your
fucking mouth and stick out your tongue!"

I almost forgot about the cattle prod. I almost ran
screaming from that stage. But just as I was about to
do just that I heard that horrible buzzing sound. I
looked down and saw the boys that brought me here right
up front. Jamister had the cattle prod resting right on
the edge of the stage.

I was glad now that the only thing I had in my stomach
was cum. I was sure that I was going to vomit. I opened
my mouth and stuck out my tongue. The dog began to lick
my tongue but then powerd is tongue right into my mouth
and explored it hungrily.

He was prancing around and whining and it was obvious
that he was getting excited and that he knew what was
going to happen up here. He had done this before.

I stayed there on my knees and allowed the dog to fill
my mouth with his drooling tongue until the handler
pulled him back and guided his tongue down over my tits
and then down my stomach to my pussy.

There was still a lot of residue there from the ***** I
had been subjected to before we left the house. The
smell of the semen on my mound and my thighs excited
the dog even more. His tongue went crazy, covering my
entire vulva at times and then trying desperately to
invade my body.

I expected to be placed on my hands and knees and put
into position so that this beast could fuck me. I was
horrified by the very idea but I wanted to get this
over with so I could go home and stand under a hot
shower for hours. I needed to get this over before I
went mad.

I was unprepared for what actually did happen next. The
dog was ordered to sit, then to lie down and roll over.
After he reluctantly obeyed he was ordered to stay. I
saw the tip of his pink cock protruding from the hairy
sheath hanging down from his belly and I felt sick all
over again.

But it got worse. The handler growled, "Bend down and
kiss that dick, cunt."

I gaped up at him and saw that he was, indeed, serious.
I heard that faint sound from the cattle prod off to my
side. I took a deep breath and fighting to keep from
vomiting and fighting to keep from passing out I
lowered my face to that inch of pink dog flesh and
touched my lips to it.

The handler said, "Stupid bitch! What did I just tell
you? Dogs don't kiss with their lips! Don't fucking
piss me off, god damn it!"

I stuck out my tongue and began to lick the disgusting
flesh before my face. I heard a loud sound go up from
the audience but I couldn't really tell what it
indicated. I was trying to forget about them anyway.

I licked the head of the dog's cock and it quickly
started growing and extending from the sheath. As more
of it came out I began to lick the entire length of
exposed cock which was now almost as long as my
husband's cock and somewhat fatter.

I saw the natural's cock throb and something squirted
out of the end. I knew nothing about a dog's sex life.
I assumed that he was cumming already. Great! Let's get
this over with!

The handler said, "Okay bitch, you don't want to waste
that lube. Start sucking now. And you can use your hand
on him now too. Suck him off just like you would with a
man. But you are going to have to swallow a lot more.
Dogs are pretty messy fucks."

I put my lips around the dog's cock and started
sucking. The dog whined excitedly and his cock
throbbed, shooting a thin stream of liquid into my
mouth. I gagged, but I managed to swallow and keep
sucking. It went on and on like that. I sucked him as
well as I could and my hand was massaging his still
growing cock as quickly as I could move it.

I noticed the knot beginning to form at the base of his
cock. It grew quickly and the natural's hindquarters
were twitching as if he were trying to fuck my mouth
with his cock. I thought that this must be as bad as
things could get. I was wrong. Once that knot had grown
to nearly the size of a baseball the dog's hindquarters
stopped twitching and his entire body started shivering
as if he were cold or scared. But that was when the
fluid that was shooting out of his cock began to
change.

It was no longer a thin stream and it was no longer
almost devoid of taste. Suddenly it was a strong stream
of huge spurts of thick cum and it tasted nearly as
bitter as a man's cum. There was just so much more of
it!

I swallowed and swallowed for at least ten minutes. I
was sure that I was going to vomit now. The only thing
that stopped me was that noise that Jamister made from
time to time with the cattle prod. It always caused me
to steady my nerves and steel myself for what I had to
do. But it was a constant fight with my nervous
stomach.

Finally the volume of cum spurting into my mouth began
to wane and the dog seemed to begin to relax. I noticed
the knot going down and then it was over. The dog
started getting antsy and the handler said, "Okay
bitch, sit up."

I straightened my tired back and sat up straight. The
dog scramred to his feet and the handler led him to
the stairs.

"Thank god!" I thought. "It's over!"

But it wasn't.

The handler handed the leash to someone in the crowd
and there was an exchange. He came back on stage
leading a huge Great Dane.

I glanced at Jamister. He was twirling the prod in his
hands and smiling evilly. The look on his face assured
me that he would really love it if I balked.

I turned my attention back to the handler and the new
dog. This dog, too, knew what I was there for. His feet
were dancing loudly on the wooden stage and his cock
was already starting to emerge from its sheath.

I stared at him in terror as he approached. The beast
was huge! He must have outweighed me by at least fifty
pounds. When he was close enough the handler powerd him
to sit in front of me. Then the handler smiled and
said, "Don't worry, bitch. This time you get to enjoy
it. You get to fuck this one. Give him a big kiss and
then lie down and let him kiss your pussy for a few
minutes."

I looked at that huge slobbering dog's face and once
more I almost vomited. I felt the bile rising in my
throat but I managed to fetish it down. I placed my
hands on the sides of the dog's huge head and steadied
it. Then I leaned forward and stuck my tongue in his
mouth. He pulled his head away and his huge tongue
covered my face as he lapped me excitedly. I totally
lost control of him and all I could do was hold my
tongue out and let him have his way with me.

The handler was satisfied that I had degraded myself
sufficiently and he said, "Okay, cunt, lie down and
spread your legs. Let Bruno get a taste of the cunt
he's gonna fuck."

I sat down in place and then stretched out on my back
and spread my legs. The audience was making more rude
sounds as the dog dipped his head down and his huge
tongue lapped at my pussy. As soon as his head was
between my thighs he stood up and started prancing
around excitedly. I tried not to hear the obscene
comments from the crowd and I stared up at the dark
space above me. I couldn't see the ceiling. It was too
dark and too high. This room was as big as an airplane
hangar.

I took no pleasure from that warm, wet, unbelievably
large tongue lapping at my pussy. I felt only fear and
disgust. I lay there until the handler said, "Alright,
bitch. It's time to return the favor. Get up and suck
on Bruno's cock for a minute and then you can turn
around and let your new boyfriend make love to you."

The handler pulled up on the dog's collar and I sat up.
I looked down between his legs and I couldn't believe
it. His fucking cock was huge! It was bigger than
Doyal's!

I swear, that thing was a good ten inches long and it
looked like it was four inches around at least. I
looked up at the handler in shock and he was just
smiling like crazy. He saw my look of shock and said,
"Yeah, old Bruno is pretty popular with the ladies.
They like that big cock of his."

I stared at his cock for a little too long I guess. I
heard the buzz of Jamister's new toy and it brought me out
of my trance. I got to my knees and reached under the
dog. I wrapped my hand around his cock and held it in
place, and then I leaned down and wrapped my lips
around the tip.

I noticed that the knot hadn't started to grow yet and
I realized that as big as his cock was it was going to
get larger once he started to fuck me. I was truly
terrified now.

I started sucking his huge cock and not long after I
started the lubrication started spraying out of the tip
of his cock. I swallowed several times and took as much
of his cock as I could into my mouth.

The dog started to become uncontrollable. He tried to
pull away from me just as another spurt of lube sprayed
out and covered my face. The handler smiled and said,
"I think Bruno is ready for you, bitch. Turn around."

I turned my back to the dog and got on my hands and
knees. He lapped at my pussy and my ass for a moment
but then he moved over me with an obvious urgency and I
felt the head of his cock stabbing blindly at me. It
was very painful. He was a huge, strong beast and he
was nearly out of control.

I tried adjusting my position so that his cock would be
better able to find the entrance to my pussy. I was
terrified that his enormous organ would find the wrong
hole. I just knew that if he tried to power that thing
into my ass it would tear something. I was afraid it
was going to tear my pussy!

Even after I tilted my pelvis down for him he was still
having trouble hitting the hole. His cock was squirting
that hot, slimy lubricant on my thighs and my stomach
and some of it was even reaching my face. I finally
stuck my arm out and grabbed his cock and guided it to
my pussy.

He never missed a beat. He buried that massive cock in
me in one violent, vulgar, breathtakingly painful
stroke. I screamed as his cock entered me but he didn't
even notice. I suppose he was used to it.

I suddenly had at least ten fat inches of dog cock in
my pussy, but not for long. As soon as he entered me he
immediately began fucking me faster and more violently
than I could have imagined possible. The pain was
unbearable but I was trapped. He had moved up over me
and his forelegs held me tight. But of course, I didn't
dare try to avoid him. Jamister was right there watching
my every move.

The huge beast was fucking me with incredible violence
and I was having trouble just catching my breath. I
kept telling myself that it would all be over soon and
that I would survive. But then I felt something that
made me question that. I felt his knot growing and
battering at the entrance to my pussy. I was even more
horrified now. This dog was nearly twice as large as
the other one. His cock was nearly twice as large. How
much bigger would that knot be?!

I looked up at the handler, pleading for his help with
my eyes. He just smiled down at me and it was obvious
how much he was enjoying the show. He had a huge hard
on!

The pain was getting worse as his dog battered me. I
was crying hard and each time he slammed his cock into
me I cried out. But then it happened. That huge knot
suddenly powerd its way into my pussy and I screamed so
loud the audience got quiet for a moment.

The dog pulled back and I screamed again as the knot
was pulled out of me. Then he made one final thrust and
slammed that knot into me again. I screamed and nearly
******. But now he was still.

I remained under him on my hands and knees and I was
panting like a dog from the unbearable pain. The dog's
knot felt as big as a softball. I didn't know how large
it was, but it was bigger than anything that had ever
been in me before. I knelt under that beast and prayed
that he hadn't torn me.

At first I was only aware of the pain. But then I
became aware of something else. I felt my belly filling
up with his hot cum. It felt like he was pissing inside
of me. There was so much of it and it was so hot. And
it was so very degrading. I knew that I would never be
the same again.

I wanted to let my head rest on my arms and wait for
this horror show to end. I couldn't though. The dog's
strong forelegs held me in position as he dumped his
sperm inside of me. I could only stare at the floor of
the stage and cry hopelessly.

My insides filled up with his cum and I felt it seeping
out around his knot and running down my thighs. It was
nasty but it relieved the pressure. There was so much
of it that it started to become very uncomfortable
inside of me.

I don't know how much more time passed but eventually I
felt his grip on my torso relax and I sensed that he
was finished and ready for this mating to end. After a
few minutes he tried pulling free of me but that knot
was still trapped inside of me. I cried out in pain
each time he tried to pull out and each time he would
stop moving for a moment.

His attempts to break free became more frequent and
when he still couldn't pull out of me he stepped over
me and stood with his butt to mine, his cock still
firmly embedded in my pussy.

The handler decided to amuse the audience I guess. He
led the dog around the stage, dragging me along
backwards by the dog's cock in my pussy as they went,
until finally the knot shrunk enough and he was able to
pull free. The men in the audience thought that was
hilarious.

His knot pulled out of me with a loud, wet, disgusting
noise and I collapsed on the stage. The handler led the
dog away and then I was alone on stage, lying in a heap
with dog cum streaming out of my ***d pussy.

The fat man came up on stage and announced, "Gentlemen,
that concludes this evening's entertainment. Please
check our web site for the release date of the movie
and the schedule for our next show."

I remained in a heap on the stage as hundreds of men
filed out of the building. When everyone but the boys
had left, the man who had answered the door came up on
stage and pulled me roughly to my feet. I was dragged
over to a desk in the corner. The fat man was sitting
on the desk with his pants around his ankles. He smiled
at me and said, "You are almost done for the night,
bitch. Suck my cock. Make me think you love me."

I was nearly *** but Jamister touched that cattle
prod to my breast and I was immediately alert again. I
moved closer and leaned down in the fat man's huge lap.
His enormous belly hung over his average size cock and
I had to fight to get my mouth close enough to take his
cock in my mouth. Once I had my lips around it I didn't
have the ability to move my head. I had to get him off
with my lips and my tongue and my hand.

It took a very long time.

He finally shot a small, bitter stream of liquid into
my mouth and pushed me away. I still wasn't done. I
still had to suck off the doorman. His body was in
better condition than the fat man. But his cock was
soft and it took me a long time to get him hard. Once
he was hard I started taking his cock into my throat
and in about fifteen minutes he filled my mouth with
another load of cum.

And then there was the dog handler. He was a large man
and he was cruel and violent. He hurt me so bad when he
fucked my throat that it almost took my mind off of
what had just happened to me on that stage.

When the handler finished with me the fat man said,
"Okay, boys. Remember what I told you. Here is a copy
of the uncut disk. If it gets out someone dies. If you
think I'm joking then I suggest you ask around.
Remember my offer Jamister. I'd like to use the bitch
again out at the barn. Now you kids clear out."

They pulled me outside and dragged me towards the van.
One of them opened the side door but the driver said,
"Hold on man. I don't want that skuzzy whore in my
truck like that. Find something to clean the bitch up."

One of them finally found some smelly rags near a
dumpster and I sopped up the streams of dog cum that
ran all the way down to my feet. The insides of my legs
were covered with it.

I cleaned it up as well as I could and they finally let
me into the van. I wasn't surprised that no one
bothered me on the way home.

The other kids stayed in the van. Jamister and Terrill got
out and roughly pulled me out after them. The van drove
away as they pulled me toward my house. I didn't even
look around to see if any of my neighbors noticed me
outside in the nude.

They pulled me along roughly to the front door. Once
inside the first thing that I saw was Paul, still tied
to that chair with tears staining his cheeks.

Jamister told Terrill to untie Paul and I was sent up to
take another shower. I glanced at the clock as I went
past the living room. It was only a little before one
in the morning. This had been the longest night of my
life. I was sure that it was after three.

I staggered up the stairs and took a long, hot shower.
I stood under the water as hot as I could stand it and
I cried like a baby. I was beyond despair now and it
may be too late but I knew one thing. I could not do
this again. If the only alternative was that Paul and I
lost everything and my parents lost their house then
that was just going to have to be the way things turned
out. I was clinging to the last trace of my sanity
right now. I doubted if my marriage could survive this
night. Not once those naturals showed Paul that movie.
If I was going to lose everything anyway then I might
as well end this game now.

I finally got out of the shower and dried off. I went
downstairs just in time to hear Doyal yelling at Jamister
and Terrill for leaving the house and getting back so
late. They were just standing there with their heads
down and letting Doyal go off on them.

He kept asking them where they had gone and they kept
shrugging and saying, "Just out, dad."

He turned to me and asked, "Where did they go, Jolie?"

I didn't see Paul and I asked, "Where is my husband?"

Doyal looked impatient with me for answering his
question with a question but he replied, "I sent him
upstairs to take a shower in the guest bathroom. He was
a mess."

I nodded and said, "Jamister has a disk that will explain
where we went."

Jamister gave me a threatening look but he didn't say
anything.

Doyal asked, "Where is it, Jamister?"

I interjected, "I believe that it's in that gym back
with the cattle prod he used on me earlier."

Doyal looked at me in disbelief and picked up the gym
back sitting on the coffee table. He reached in and
pulled out the cattle prod. He looked at it and then he
pressed the trigger and saw the sparks fly out of the
end. He looked at Jamister incredulously. He asked in a
voice that was dead calm, quiet, but seething with
fury, "You used this on her?"

Jamister didn't look up. He didn't answer. He just
shrugged.

Doyal stared at him for a moment as if he could not
believe what he had just heard. Then he reached in and
pulled out the disk. He handed it to me and said, "Put
it on."

I put the disk in the DVD player and turned the TV on.
I pushed play and went into the kitchen to make myself
a stiff take. I didn't care what they thought. I
needed a take.

I came back out a few minutes later and saw Doyal
staring at the TV in disgust. I looked to see that he
had put it on fast forward. I was already sucking on
the German shepherd's cock as the blurry images flew
across the screen.

It was a few minutes before we got to the part where
the Great Dane fucked me. As soon as that part started
Doyal stopped the disk and ejected it. He broke the
disk in half and threw it at Jamister violently.

He turned to look at Terrill for a moment and then in a
low voice he said, "You two disgust me. I have never
been so ashamed in my entire life. Look at me Jamister!"

Jamister looked up and he looked like I had when I had
been on that stage earlier.

Doyal asked, "Why? Why did you do this? How could you
do this?!"

I went over and reached into his front pocket and
pulled out the cash that the fat man had given him. I
handed it to Doyal and then I went into the kitchen to
make myself another take.

I heard Doyal explode. "You little mister of a bitch! You
took five hundred dollars to...I can't even say it."

He stared at them for a moment and then he said, "Go
back to the house and pack your things. I'm taking you
to your lady's. I can't stand to look at you."

The boys hurried for the door and Doyal turned to me
and said, "Jolie, I'm sorry. I will admit that I wanted
to humiliate you. I wanted to hurt you. I thought that
both of you had it coming. But not like this. I am so
ashamed. Please forgive me. I won't ask that you
forgive them. What they did was inexcusable. But I
promise that I'll make this up to you somehow."

I think I surprised both of us when I said, "Don't be
too hard on them. As strange as it seems I think that
Paul and I both learned a lesmister in the last few days.
I was starting to feel guilty before this evening. But
I saw the pain in your mister's eyes today and I saw the
results of my actions for the first time. I may never
be able to get over what happened to me tonight. And I
pray that Paul never finds out. But I don't think that
your boys are totally to blame. They were getting
payback for a lot of pain in their lives that they
received at the hands of people like me. I don't know
if we can get our lives back on track. I hope that we
can. I wouldn't want to repeat the lesmister I learned
today. But I'm glad that something finally got through
to me. Please tell the boys that I really am sorry for
the way I treated them and the things that I said. I'm
sorry for the pain I caused them. I'm sorry for the
pain that people like me have caused them, and will no
doubt continue to cause them. I swear to you, I am a
changed permister."

Doyal looked so sad. He said, "I would never have
thought my boys were capable of what they did tonight.
I'm sorry. I'll make sure that things get back to
normal at work. You have my word. I can't undo what I
have done, but I'll make sure that your jobs are safe
and your future intact. I have to go. I need to take
them to their lady's house."

I stopped him and said, "May I call you Doyal?"

I would almost swear that he blushed. He nodded and I
said, "Doyal, keep them with you tonight. Talk to them
when you calm down. And I'd like it if the three of you
came to lunch tomorrow. We'll have a cook out by the
pool."

He looked at me like I was crazy. Then he shook his
head and said, "Are you serious? After that they did to
you?!"

I shrugged and replied, "A lot of people got hurt. But
I started it. Maybe everyone can learn from what
happened. I certainly have."

He looked unsure but he said, "You might want to talk
it over with Paul first."

Paul spoke up then. He had been sitting at the foot of
the stairs listening. He said, "I cook a pretty mean
steak Doyal. I don't guess you need to bring your
suits. After all that's happened I don't see why we
can't make it clothing optional."

Paul looked at me and I smiled. I said, "I have no
secrets now."

Doyal looked back and forth between us and once more he
said, "I'm so sorry."

He turned to leave and I said, "Come over around eleven
and we'll get acquainted while the kids use the pool."

He nodded and left and I went over and sat beside Paul
on the stairs. We were quiet for a few moments before
he said, "We have changed, haven't we? I would have
thought that we would have the opposite reaction to the
things that happened. I guess being on the other end of
the food chain puts things in perspective."

I replied, "Paul, I saw the pain in Terrill's eyes this
evening. Pain that was caused by people like us. I felt
so guilty. We have a lot to feel bad about."

We were quiet again for a few minutes and then I said,
"I wonder what it will be like working with the guys
now?"

Paul grinned and looked embarrassed. He said, "It's too
bad it all has to end. I am embarrassed to admit it,
but some of it turned me on."

I blushed and admitted, "Yeah, me too. Maybe it could
just be toned down a little."

I didn't want to talk about what happened after they
took me out of here tonight. But I felt dirty and I
felt guilty and I thought that it would be best to
clear the air. Besides, I could use a little sympathy.
I took Paul's hands in mine and turned to look him
straight in the eye. I said, "Paul, I have to tell you
what happened tonight. You may not want to be with me
once you know."

He pulled his hands away from me and put his arms
around me and held me close. He whispered, "I know.
When you went up to take a shower Jamister told me what
they did. Are you alright?"

I was crying again. I wasn't sure if it was because of
what happened or because of how well Paul was taking
it.

I answered, "I'm sore. But I seem to be alright, except
for the memories. I expect to be having nightmares for
a while."

He kissed me and hugged me tighter and said, "We both
saw some terrible things in the last few days. But I
think we are going to make it. You are still the
hottest broad I know and I still adore you."

I giggled through my tears and said, "You know damn
well us cunts don't like to be called broads now!"

He kissed me and said, "You better watch your fucking
mouth. Jamister forgot his cattle prod. I'd hate to have
to use it on you."

I shivered uncontrollably. That cattle prod was going
in the trash as soon as he turned me loose!

We were both mentally and physically exhausted and we
finally went up and went to bed. But as tired as we
were there were still a lot of things to talk about.

Paul said, "I guess you had a pretty hard night
tonight. Are you okay?"

I responded, "My worst nightmares came to life tonight.
But I'll get over it. My body is sore but apparently
undamaged. Are you sure that you can live with what you
know about me now?"

I was nestled against him with his arm around me and my
head resting on his shoulder. He squeezed me and said,
"You saw me suck a cock. How do you feel about that?"

I kissed his chest and said, "I felt so sorry for you.
I know how hard that was for you."

He answered, "That's how I feel about you. I am only
concerned that now that this is just about over will we
be able to return to normal."

After a pause I said, "But not like we used to be,
right? I look around me and I see all kinds of people
being friends and getting along and treating each other
with respect. It's like we were dinosaurs, like we
didn't evolve like everyone else. I feel so guilty
about some of the things I have said, and some of the
things I have thought. What happened to us was
terrible, but we learned what it's like to be on the
other side of the coin. It isn't very nice."

Paul was quiet for a few moments and then he said, "I
am surprised at something else I learned too. When you
were nearly naked at work, when Karl and the others
were having sex with you...I felt very guilty about it,
but I got so aroused. Does that upset you?"

I chuckled and said, "I can't really explain it. But my
pussy has been wet every time someone put their finger
in it lately. I liked being a sex slave. I was
surprised to learn that about myself. I'm glad you
aren't upset."

Paul asked, "So we aren't going to put a stop to it?"

I shivered in excitement at the idea of the fun and
games continuing. I said, "We need to make sure that it
doesn't get out of hand. But I loved it that they were
always looking at me and touching me. The thing that I
worried most about was that you would be upset."

He laughed quietly and said, "Aren't we a pair!"

The next morning my body was recovered enough that I
was able to wake Paul up with a nice blowjob. Then we
took a nice hot shower and went down and had coffee in
the nude. We had discovered that we liked not wearing
clothes around the house.

After we read the paper and finished our coffee I
started making potato salad while Paul went to the
store to buy five steaks for our cookout this
afternoon.

Doyal and his two boys came over at eleven. They seemed
surprised when I answered the door in the nude. The
boys were both embarrassed. Not by my nudity but about
what they did last night. I took them aside and we sat
in the kitchen and had a talk while Doyal and Paul went
out to the pool.

Before I could speak, Jamister said, "We are both sorry
about last night. I know we got carried away. I could
make all kinds of excuses. But the truth is that there
is no excuse for what we, for what I did last night and
I really am sorry Mrs. Fuller."

I smiled and said, "Please Jamister, call me Jolie. And I
am not mad about last night. It wasn't entirely your
fault. My husband and I and your man created a
situation and you got thrown into the middle of it.
Maybe we all learned a lesmister about hate last night. It
was a life changing experience for Paul and me. And we
feel bad too. We feel bad for the things that we did,
the things that we said, the things that we thought for
so long. I feel bad for the pain that I saw in your
eyes, Terrill."

"We've all made mistakes. I think we have all learned
from them. How about if we just start over? Do you want
to try that?"

Both boys nodded, though they still looked
uncomfortable.

I got up and went over to Jamister and took his face and
gave him a nice kiss. Or at least it started out as a
nice kiss. I'm not even sure now who initiated the
change. But soon his tongue was in my mouth and his
hand was resting against my naked pussy and I had my
arms around his neck.

I broke the kiss and stood up, gasping for breath. I
smiled down at him and said, "I think we are going to
get along just fine now!"

He smiled and I turned to kiss Terrill. This time it
started right out as a passionate kiss. His hands were
much more gentle than they had been last night, and
this time there was no spitting.

When I finally straightened up I looked down at the two
uncomfortable looking bulges that I was responsible for
and said, "You boys can't go out there like that."

I took their hands and led them upstairs. I helped them
off with their trunks and got on my bed on my hands and
knees. I turned and smiled at them and said,
"Gentlemen, start your engines."

The boys looked at each other and climbed on the bed
and in moments I had a large cock in my mouth and
another in my pussy. I'm not sure what the difference
was this time. But this time it was definitely
pleasurable. I came twice before Jamister came in my
pussy. He was nice enough to leave his cock inside me
until I finished sucking his brother off.

After I swallowed Terrill's cum I turned around and
sucked Jamister's cock clean and then we went into the
bathroom and they watched me clean myself. When I was
done and we were on our way downstairs, Jamister said, "I
can't believe that you can forgive me for what I did
last night, Jolie. Dad had a long talk with us last
night. But he didn't need to. I saw the look on his
face when he found out what I had done. I saw how
disappointed he was. That really made me think about
what I had done. I guess I just got carried away. I
really am sorry. I can't stop thinking about what I did
to you and I feel so bad."

At the foot of the stairs I took him in my arms and
said, "It's okay Jamister. We both learned some important
lesmisters. They were hard lesmisters and it hurt to learn
them. Maybe that's what it takes for some people,
especially when they are thick headed like Paul and me.
It's over now. Let's just be friends and forget about
it."

He grinned and said, "Just friends?"

I kissed him and said, "Just friends with benefits."

We went out to the pool then. Doyal was now the only
one wearing trunks. He looked surprised when he saw me
with my arms around his two naked boys. It must have
been obvious that we had just had sex. He looked into
my eyes though and he saw that everything was okay.

He stood up and dropped his trunks and said, "I don't
want to look out of place."

I went over and sat in his lap once he took his seat
again. I put my arm around his neck and his hand came
to rest on my upper thigh. He looked at me curiously
and I said, "Thank you for the life lesmister, Doyal. And
I just wanted to say that you have a couple of real
nice kids. What happened last night was as much my
fault and your fault as it was their fault. Let's just
forget about it. Okay?"

He smiled and said, "You're pretty damned smart for a
blonde. Now that we have the five of us straightened
out, what do we do about the five guys at work?"

I smiled and answered, "As long as things don't get out
of hand I don't see why they have to know that things
have changed between us. They are having fun. We are
having fun. We need to kind of keep it in the family,
so to speak. But Paul and I talked about it last night.
We don't mind if things stay the way they are now.
Maybe we could make the storeroom a little more
comfortable so that we didn't have to get carried away
in the lab. We wouldn't want anyone coming in and
getting the right idea."

Doyal thought that was a good idea and he was very glad
that Paul and I were interested in continuing the fun
and games. We discussed it for a while and then, while
Paul got the grill fired up and the steaks ready, I
took Doyal upstairs and we sealed the deal.

After we ate, Doyal said, "I had something planned for
tomorrow. I was going to cancel it, but you might be
interested now that your horizons have been broadened.
Jolie, do you remember Al? He was the man that took
down a list of your sizes before he fucked you in my
office."

I nodded.

Doyal said, "He is an old friend of mine. He owns a
bunch of adult businesses in town. He also owns a shop
that sells sexy lingerie and clothing. The plan was
that he was going to bring over a large selection of
sexy clothing tomorrow and you were going to model it
for a half dozen of my friends. You would get to keep
the clothes and my friends would get to sample a
beautiful young blonde."

"I'm going to leave it up to the two of you. Do you
want me to cancel?"

Paul and I looked at each other and smiled. I replied,
"I could use a new wardrobe."

The End

Ma femme me trompe au Maroc


Je vais vous raconter l’histoire réelle qui m’est arrivée cet été avec ma femme. Nous sommes un jeune couple de 26 ans tous les deux, ma femme Caroline est assez mince, châtain et des petits seins aussi petits que ses fesses.
Nous n’avons sexuellement pas de tabou, elle aime que je la sodomise, adore me sucer elle est assez cochonne mais très fidèle. Enfin, c’est ce que je croyais jusqu’à cet été et nos vacances au Maroc !
Nous sommes partis en vacances 15 jours dans ce pays très chaud afin de décompresser. Arrivés sur place nos journées se résumaient à se lever tard et profiter de la piscine et de la mer à proximité après avoir passé des nuits à baiser comme jamais. Je me souviens de soirées chaudes et désinhibées par l’alcool ingurgité dans les différents bars gratuits de l’hôtel. A l’instar du bar gratuit, nous mangions également beaucoup et, comme vous le savez peut-être la nourriture n’est pas toujours très clean et c’est comme ça que je suis tombé malade toute une journée… Cloué dans la chambre.
Ce jour là, Caroline ne souhaitais pas sortir et voulait rester à mes côtés. Mais j’ai eu vite fait de la décider à sortir, lui disant de profiter des vacances. Elle hésita mais accepta de passer la journée au bord de la piscine à parfaire mister bronzage. De la terrasse de la chambre je pouvais l’apercevoir dans mister maillot de bains mettant en valeur ses petites fesses bien dessinées. Je m’endormis quelques minutes et revint, requinqué par cette sieste, au balcon afin de voir ce qu’elle faisait. C’est là que je l’aperçu en train de parler avec un des animateurs du club ça m’intriguait quelque peu, connaissant la réputation de dragueurs du permisternel. Je décidais de me poster sur le fauteuil du balcon afin d’examiner la situation… Suspicieux…
L’animateur ne cessait de lui apporter des verres de cocktails qu’elle avalait avec gourmandise, de là où j’étais je ne pouvais entendre ce qu’ils se disaient mais elle semblait rire de ses blagues, quelque peu émoussée par l’alcool ingurgité ! Lui en profitait pour se rapprocher d’elle et en vint même à lui poser la main sur la cuisse. Elle ne bronchait pas, sirotant mister cocktail !! Un sentiment étrange m’envahi, à la fois jaloux mais également excité par la situation. Elle continuait à se laisser ‘toucher’, lui voyant cela la caressait carrément, montant sa main du genou jusqu’en haut de sa cuisse. J’étais scié ! Elle lui tendit alors de la crème solaire et se mis sur le dos. Il commença à lui appliquer sur les épaules, descendant au creux de ses reins. Il continua à descendre et posa ses deux mains sur les fesses de ma femme et lui fit venir mister bas de maillot dans les fesses à la manière d’un string. Il prit une noisette de crème solaire dans les mains et lui massait allègrement les fesses, je ne voyais pas précisément ses mouvements de là où j’étais mais il semblait ne pas prendre de gant. Le salaud y allait franchement et elle se laissait tripoter ! Le mec n’était pourtant pas particulièrement du style de ma femme, le teint mat, cheveux longs noirs attachés et assez fin mais sculpté. J’étais toujours à mon poste d’observation lorsque je le vis lui dire quelque chose à l’oreille. Elle prit ses affaires et ils se levèrent tous les deux.
Je sortais alors de la chambre et descendis en courant. J’eu à peine le temps de les voir plus loin. Ils entraient dans un second bâtiment de l’hôtel dans lequel il y avait d’autres chambres. J’avais envie de me précipiter afin de lui demander ce qui lui prenait mais la situation m’excitait et je me dis que c’était les vacances finalement, un peu de folie. Ils entrèrent dans une pièce au rez-de-chaussée, sorte de dortoir pour le permisternel du club. Je me faufilais en cachète afin d’essayer de les surprendre. Je me postais derrière une fenêtre de laquelle je pouvais les apercevoir. Ce que je vis me sidéra !
Ils étaient tous les deux debout et lui la pris par la taille et l’embrassa contre le mur de ce qui semblait être sa chambre. Il lui fit quelques baisers dans le cou et elle riait, elle semblait ivre mais bien consciente de ce qu’elle faisait ! Il descendit petit à petit, lui enleva le haut de mister maillot de bains et commença à lui lécher les tétons. Elle commençait à gémir, les yeux fermés. Il la souleva alors pour la transporter dans le lit à côté d’eux. Lui retira mister t-shirt et recommença à lui tripoter les seins. Pendant ce temps il lui caressa la chatte par-dessus le bas de mister maillot de bains et elle sursautait de temps en temps en gémissant, complètement excitée, la salope ! J’avais une de ces gaules, je commençais à me tripoter en les regardant… Il lui retira mister slip et lui enfila deux doigts dans la chatte. Elle criait de plus belle :
- Oh oui, vas-y !
- Tu aimes ça hein la gazelle ? Tu à envie de te faire baiser c’est ça ?
Elle acquiesçait en gémissant encore. Elle lui lança à bout de souffle un « Viens » emplis d’excitation.
Elle s’asseyait alors et retira le caleçon de mister partenaire. Mon dieu, ce mec était monté comme un cheval ! Il avait un sexe bien plus gros et grand que le miens ! Elle prit alors sa bite en bouche et le suça comme elle savait si bien le faire, alternant la vitesse et la tendresse, elle le suçait, lui léchait le gland gonflé tout en laissant échapper des « Mmmm, Mmmm » étouffé par ce sexe énorme. Lui était aux anges, il commençait à lui dire qu’elle suçait comme une vraie salope, lui ordonnait de lui bouffer la queue. Ces mots semblaient transcender ma femme qui donnait encore plus d’ardeurs à sa tâche.
Au bout de quelques minutes de ce traitement il retira sa queue de la bouche de ma femme et la mis en position de levrette. Il s’approcha d’elle et posa mister mandrin sur la chatte de Caroline. Il poussa mister gland dans le ventre de ma femme qui gémissait encore plus. Il l’enfila complètement. Sa bite semblait ne plus s’arrête tellement elle était grande ! Il commença des allers-retours en elle, alternant les mouvements rapides et lents pour le plus grand plaisir de ma femme qui ne tardait pas à jouir. Lui paraissait infatigable et la traiter sans arrêt de « cochonne » ou de « grosse salope aimant les bites d’arabe ». Il changea de position et la mis sur le dos pour un missionnaire très vif et intense, elle criait en soulevant les jambes bien haut et serrant les fesses de mister amant en le poussant vers elle, comme pour sentir plus profondément sa grosse queue. Après plusieurs minutes de ce traitement lui procurant un nouvel orgasme (moi qui ne pouvait pas lui en procurer plus d’un par rapport…) Il se retira et la retourna en position de levrette à nouveau. Il lui demanda d’ « écarter mister cul de chienne » ce qu’elle fit dans la foulée. Il approcha mister gland de mister cul et poussa. Elle n’entrait pas car était trop large. Ma femme avait pourtant l’habitude de ce genre de pratique, mais pas de ce gabarit. Il se retira, se pencha sur mister cul et lui mis des doigts puis la langue dans le cul pour la dilater. Elle semblait apprécier la préparation et lui dit de « venir dans mister cul ». Il reprit alors sa pénétration. Cette fois-ci sa queue entrait plus facilement. Il poussa lentement et l’enfila d’un coup bref qui fit crier Caroline. Il était tout entier dans mister cul et resta un moment figé à l’intérieur. Après un cet instant il entreprit des va et viens rapides. Ma femme était comme une folle, criant et lui disant de l’ « enculer comme une pute », je ne l’avais jamais vu aussi délurée et excitée ! Elle se masturbait le clitoris tout en recevant la bite de ce marocain au plus profond de mister cul. Elle jouit une troisième fois et lui lâcha mister foutre dans mister cul en poussant un râle de satisfaction. Ils restèrent emboités quelques instants, se regardèrent, il l’embrassa avec un large sourire de satisfaction, comme quelqu’un ayant réussi un gros coup de drague. Ma femme fidèle et souvent timide envers des permisternes inconnues venait de se faire défoncer par un inconnu et sans préservatif (nous saurons heureusement plus tard qu’elle était clean).
Quand elle rentra plus tard mine de rien dans notre chambre, je la pris directement sur le lit, elle n’avait pas eu le temps de se nettoyer et avait le cul dilaté et encore remplit de sperme. Elle crut que je ne m’étais rendu compte de rien mais la manière dont ses orifices avaient été dilatés par ce marocain et sa grosse queue ne pouvaient laisser planer aucun doute. Elle m’avoua dans la soirée ses ébats adultères…

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All My Regrets


Our house sat on a quiet street in a small town about 20
miles north of Birmingham, at that time our nearest
neighbor was about a ten-minute walk away. Of course now
the area is filled with subdivisions and yuppies, but at
that time it was a peaceful quiet place to grow up. We
had a low fence surrounding our backyard just to keep
naturals from tearing up the place but not high enough to
keep anyone from getting in.

Of course since our house was essentially surrounded by
about 40 miles of forest there were no worries about
burglars. My parents made a good living running a law
firm, dad was the senior partner and mom worked as the
office manager. This was the early 80's so even though
she was probably smarter than him and also had a law
degree that was the only job she was offered. I had been
attending a co-ed private school called Merritt for the
last several years and would graduate in the spring then
begin attending high school, which of course I was very
excited about.

It was a fairly warm day for late fall, school was out
for a teacher workday and my parents were both going to
be at work for the next several hours. I wasn't supposed
to use the pool without someone around to watch me, but
since no one could conceivably catch me I changed into my
swimsuit and went outside to swim. As I walked across the
grass feeling it tickle my toes I thought about my
homework for that night and paid no attention to anything
going on around me.

As I said it was a late fall day but still fairly warm
yet and the birds had yet to fly further south nor had
the squirrels gone into hibernation. But I don't remember
really noticing any of this as I walked out to the pool
that day, removed the cover, and slipped into the water.

I remember wanting to get a tan but the sun was partly
covered that afternoon so instead I just swam around in
the pool. It was at least two hours before the sun came
out strong enough, at which time I climbed out of the
pool, spread out a towel and lay down on it. I lay there
for a while reading a book when I began to feel somewhat
drowsy so I put the book aside and lay down to nap.

At this point I guess I should tell you that I was a
virgin. Having no boys nearby to play doctor with and no
opportunity at school I had never even been kissed by a
boy other than a quick one on a dare when I was in
kindergarten. I had a general idea of what sex only
because the books I read often mentioned it in passing
usually when two characters "gave into their passions".

I had also heard a little about it in church, where the
pastor told us that it was an evil thing and that if we
participated in it we would go to hell. Looking back I am
not sure if I ever took it seriously or not, I had
reached puberty and was beginning to get my period (I was
on my period when this happened) but sex just wasn't
something that seemed very interesting, inviting, or even
accessible so I just didn't think about it.

I, of course, don't remember falling arelax but I do
remember being awoken abruptly to a noise outside the
fence. I couldn't have been arelax that long because the
sun really hadn't moved that far. The noise sounded very
different from the normal ambient background I was used
to around the house. Normally out by the pool you can
hear leaves and sometimes branches falling to the ground,
the squirrels running around looking for nuts, and the
occasional possum or deer also hunting for food through
the leaves. This sound was similar to those, I could hear
leaves and branches rustling but the natural itself
sounded bigger than I was used to.

I got up and walked over to the fence holding my towel
around me and gazed out into the forest. I couldn't see
very far in because of the closeness of the trees and
bushes, but I didn't see anything moving, nor could I
hear anything anymore. Thinking it was probably a deer I
walked back over beside the pool and lay down. I had
almost drifted off again when I heard a thump from behind
me and the sound of feet. I jumped up from the blanket
and looked around, but no one was there. As I turned
around to lay back down I heard a growl and that's when I
saw him.

Standing on all four legs watching me from about ten feet
away was a dog. I had always wanted a dog and my parents
had bought me several books with pictures so that I could
pick out the one I wanted, but they never did buy it for
me. The one in front of me must have been a mutt because
it looked like a combination of a pit bull and a golden
retriever. It stood there staring at me with its yellow
eyes, watching my every move. Not knowing what to do I
decide to stand up and calmly walk away but as I began to
get to my feet the dog suddenly moved closer and began
growling again. I paused for a moment, trying to figure
out what to do.

When the dog just stood there I started to stand again,
he jumped forward bared his teeth and started barking. He
was less than a foot from me and I could smell his breath
in the air as he looked at me. I was so scared I couldn't
even think straight, but I knew that if I got up and
tried to run he would probably catch me and hurt me. So I
slowly lay back down on the blanket, keeping my eyes on
him. When I was prone on the ground again he moved
forward slowly and stuck his snout in my face and barked,
this scared me so bad I started to cry. He began
wandering around me, sniffing at me and every once in a
while he would scratch at me, leaving small red marks on
my arm. Maybe I should try talking to him I thought.

"Good dog, Good dog. " I said, " Can I pet you good
doggie?"

I kept trying this tactic but he ignored me and kept up
his inspection. He had made almost two full trips around
me when he finally stopped on my left side and began
concentrating on my butt. I started to squirm a little
when he stuck his nose right between my legs, when I
moved he began to growl again. I was wearing a one-piece
swimsuit, which covered my ass completely (why wear a two
piece, no one could see it?). I was looking back watching
him; he kept nudging my butt with his snout and then
looking up at me.

I had no idea what he wanted, if I had I would have run
and because I was going to get hurt either way. He waited
for a minute or so for me to do something and when I
didn't he moved over behind me and sat down on my legs.
He wasn't a large dog overall, but very heavy and I found
that I had trouble even moving my legs. That is when he
started to make his move. He reached up with his forelegs
and began digging at my ass with his claws scratching
long redy marks through the suit and on my tender skin.
I began screaming and crying but he didn't care, he just
kept at it as fast as he could until the bottom of the
suit tore off and fell beside us.

Completely in shock I just lay there with him sitting on
me, tears running down my eyes, red running down my
exposed and vulgarized ass. Turning to look behind me I
could see the dog looking down at my butt, then he bent
over and began to lick the red off of me. Then he
slowly moved his tongue down into my crotch. When he ran
its rough surface over my vagina I jumped sorry,
at which point he started growling again. When he was
satisfied I wasn't going to move anymore he resumed his
inspection of me. I couldn't stop crying, I had never
hated anything more! No one had ever touched me there
sexually including me and now this disgusting dog was
licking at me!

This continued on for several minutes and I eventually
stopped crying. Then I began to get truly afraid, what
was this dog going to do? Was he going to ******* me or hurt
when he finished doing whatever he was doing? What if my
parents came home and caught me? Thinking back now this
actually felt good but I was too scared to appreciate it.
The dog continued licking me, his long tongue exploring
into my special place.

I don't know how long this went on but when he was
finally finished and stood up my crotch was wet from
red, dog saliva, and my own juices. He got up on all
fours and began barking at me. I turned around to look at
him, having no idea what he wanted. He kept staring at me
and barking then put his head down on my ass and gave me
a little push. I still didn't move because I was afraid
he would hurt me again. He barked and pushed again. When
I still didn't move he bit me.

To this day I can still feel his teeth sinking into my
tiny thigh and squeezing it. I don't remember ever
feeling such pain before or since and I screamed as loud
as I could while trying to pull my legs up under my body
in an effort to get them away from him. Unfortunately for
me, that's just what he wanted.

I was sitting there with my head on the ground, my legs
pulled up under my body, in the perfect position for him
to get exactly what he was after. He jumped up and rested
his legs over my shoulders; I could feel the fur of his
belly rubbing on my back. His erect penis rubbed against
my ass for a few seconds before he hunched his body and
drove it straight into my redy virgin pussy! Since I
was already wet from saliva, red, and my own juices the
insertion itself didn't hurt that much but it was an
amazing shock!

I had never had anything in me before, not even my own
fingers and the newness of it surprised me enough that I
stopped struggling for a few seconds giving the dog time
to anchor himself on my body and then thrust his swollen
cock even further into my pussy. Here he met resistance
when the head of his cock hit my hymen, he paused
briefly, pulled most of his length back out and then
shoved it back in again as hard as he could breaking the
hymen and sending waves of pleasure and pain through my
body.

I must have screamed again because he started barking.
Panicked I began to try and scamper away on my hands and
knees but he was much stronger than I was and held on to
me, although my efforts did make him stop fucking me. I
managed to go about four feet towards the house when I
felt his teeth on my shoulder and his jaws clamp down
hard enough to hurt but not break the skin, I froze in
place. When I stopped moving he relaxed again, gave a
short bark, and then resumed his *** of my body.

Part 2: The Tape


Getting up the next morning was extremely difficult not
only physically but mentally as well. My wounds had begun
to heal somewhat over night and they were stiff, worst of
all was my crotch area, which was red and swollen from
the use. My mind was racing all through breakfast and
my stomach churned with tension. I was ashamed and
depressed about my actions, but another thought weighed
even heavier on my mind. What if mom and dad found out?

I knew that I had covered up the pool and hidden the
swimsuit but I was very worried about the spots on the
lawn. Since today was a school day I wouldn't have time
to check them or cover them up so I had to hope that
neither mom nor dad would go out there before I got home
from school.

After eating I got in the car with mom and dad and rode
with them to the bus stop just like every morning. They
would drop me off here and I could catch the bus, then at
the end of the day the bus would drop me off her and I
would walk the two miles home.

I never worried about anything happening to me before,
there just wasn't any thing to worry about. But after
yesterday I began to dread that walk.

I limped through school that day and had a hard time
sitting still in my seat. The cotton panties I was
wearing kept rubbing against my bare swollen vagina and
irritating it further, plus the hard wooden chair hurt
the scratches on my ass. When recess came I just sat
around watching everyone else play dodge ball, told the
teacher my stomach hurt. My friends Melinda and Terry
came by to talk to me after they were knocked out of the
game.

"Are you ok Sara?" Terry asked sitting down next to me
with Melinda on the other side "You look kinda funny and
your not wearing any eye shadow." We had just learned how
to wear makeup and it was a source of pride to us, I must
have been too spaced out to put any on. Without waiting
for an answer Melinda started talking.

"I saw the best lipstick yesterday at the Dollar store,
it was cherry red and is supposed to taste like cherries
too! The package said that boys just love it! I wanted to
get some but my mom said it would make me look bad." She
stated sourly. She kept on this track of conversation for
several minutes before either Terry or I could speak
again.

"Sara did you hear me? Are you sick?" Terry inquired
again Terry, Melinda, and I had been friends since our
first day of kindergarten when we meet in the lunch line.
They were sisters by birth, but you couldn't tell by
looking at them. Melinda was short and chubby or "big-
boned" as her lady called it. She had the misfortune of
being the first girl in our class to develop and boy did
she ever! While I was still wearing my training bra she
was in a b-cup and now that I had finally moved up to a B
she was actually already in a D! But because of her
weight they tended to blend in rather well with the rest
of her body and the boys didn't really notice.

The other girls however did notice and teased her
constantly about them, which made her very embarrassed.
Terry on the other hand had absolutely no body what so
ever. She was actually a year older than us, fourteen,
but in the same class and still didn't even need a
training bra yet although she wore one anyway just to
prevent being different. Terry was extremely skinny and
tall; it seemed no matter how much she ate she never
gained weight so the girls called her "beanpole" or
"Ribs" because sometimes in gym class you could see her
ribs.

Neither girl was well liked at school for these reamisters,
which made us natural friends because no one liked me
either. I lived so far out in the woods that the other
girls thought I was "dirty and inbred", so the three of
us banded together. Terry and Melinda were also the
closet girls to me, living only about 9 miles or so away.

"Just my stomach feels a little funny is all Terry.
Thanks," I replied.

"Sure you don't want to play ball with us?" Melinda
asked. I shook my head. "Ok we will be out there if you
change our mind. We are still having the dream party at
your place on Saturday right?"

"Yeah, Saturday at eight." I confirmed.

Both girls then went off to play in the new game that was
just starting. I knew they would be back soon because all
the other girls would target them first. Sitting there in
the sand with my back to the school wall I don't think I
was ever more depressed before or since. I simply could
not get over the shame of what had happened to me, or the
fear that I would be caught. I also knew that I could
never go into the back yard alone again!

I sat there for most of recess, and then went inside
early before the bell rang, to use the restroom. The
remainder of the day went by slowly but without incident
and I took the bus towards home. When I got off the bus I
checked my little watch, 2:30, and it would take me about
thirty minutes to walk home which meant I should have
time to clean the grass before mom and dad got home. All
I had to do was get home safely which considering what
happened the day before was a very daunting prospect.

So instead of walking I ran. At this point in my life my
body was closer to Melinda's than it was to Terry's. I
didn't have Melinda's weight or breasts but I was heavier
and bustier than most girls in the class. I was also,
recess games aside, totally unused to regular physical
activity. I managed to run most of the first mile home,
but then I simply could not go a step farther. A couple
of cars passed me on the road, but none stopped to help
me.

Once I reached the point of exhaustion I was just leaving
the main road and heading out onto my street, it was at
least another mile to my house. I stopped here to rest,
there was a small tree which had fallen over I the last
big storm so I sat my book bag on the ground an hopped up
on the tree to rest.

The main road runs straight on through the forest (the
same one as at my house) and my street which branches off
of it just goes deeper into the forest. The place where
the two roads meet was really just a clearing with thick
vine covered trees and bushes all around it.

I was very nervous about being so close to the woods, but
couldn't see any place else to sit until I was rested. I
had not been sitting there more than a minute or so when
an old brown pickup truck drove down the main road from
the direction I had come, and turned off onto my street.
The truck was more rust than actual metal and the engine
backfired several times as it came to a stop. The
driver's door, which was on the opposite side from me,
opened and a head appeared.

I started to panic, as I had no idea who this was, but I
didn't want to run to the woods. That was the last place
I wanted to go. The man came around the front of the
truck and suddenly I recognized him, it was Mr. McGraw
who lived two miles further down the road. There were two
houses along the street between his house, and ours,
which was at the very end of the road.

"Sara honey, is that you?" Mr. McGraw asked loudly
adjusting his glasses and peering at me.

I knew the McGraw's pretty well because my parents often
invited them over to the house for dinner when I was
younger. My dad and Mr. McGraw also used to go fishing
quite often. But Mrs. McGraw had died almost a year ago;
he and dad hadn't done much fishing since then. I heard
mom talking about him a few weeks ago on the phone to one
of her friends. They were trying to get him to go out on
a date with another woman but Mr. McGraw insisted that at
55 he was too old to date, mom seemed to think it was a
silly reamister.

"Yes Mr. McGraw it's me. Just taking a break on my way
home from school."
"Well hon., I hardly recognize you! You must have grown
five feet since I last saw you! Come over here and let me
get a good look at you. And call me Sam, none of this Mr.
McGraw stuff out of you anymore."

I hopped off the fallen log, grabbed my bag, and went
over towards the truck. Mr. McGraw was wearing a pair of
old dirt stained coveralls, a plaid shirt, and a pair of
boots. He had a pair of gloves stuck in one of the
pockets, what looked like a roll of tape in another, and
a large bowie knife dangling from a chain attached to his
belt. He leaned against the truck as I came up and fished
in his pocket eventually pulling out a cigarette and
lighter. As I crossed onto the road and stood in front of
him he lit the cigarette and put the lighter back in his
pocket.

"Why you have grown at least three feet he remarked, what
has your lady been feeding you?" he remarked smiling at
me "I always knew you would be a very pretty girl and it
looks like I was right."

"Thank you," I muttered, not knowing what else to say.

"Why don't you hop in the truck and I will take you the
rest of the way home, you look extremely tired, you must
have been running."

I probably should have been nervous, my lady had told
me never to get into a car with anyone except her or dad,
but Mr. McGraw was a close friend and had always been
nice to me so once he finished his smoke we both got in
the old truck and drove off. We headed down the bumpy
dirt street for a minute or so when Mr. McGraw turned to
me.

"Sara, I need some help with something at my house. I got
a wrench stuck behind my clothes drier and I cannot reach
it because my hands are too big. Sense you have such
small hands would you mind coming to my house and helping
me get it."

"No Mr. McGraw, I don't guess so."

"Sara." He said very sternly, "I told you before to call
me Sam. You're going to have to learn how to follow
directions girl." He said this with a smile, but the tone
in his voice made it sound less like a joke and more like
a command.

"Yes sir, I mean Sam."

"Sir is fine girl, Sam is fine, there are others things
that are fine too, but we can get into that later. For
now just don't call me Mr. McGraw." His expression
changed when he said this, but it was not a facial
expression I had seen before. I assumed I had made him
mad so I sat quietly as we passed my house and continued
on down the road. We pulled into his driveway and up to
his house, a sprawling two-story ranch style, which was
surrounded on all sides by a very high wooden fence
topped with barbed wire.

I didn't remember it being there the last time I was
here, and it looked as if he had just put it up over the
last year or so. The forest itself stopped only about ten
feet from the fence, and some of the taller trees even
leaned over into the yard inside. Mr. McGraw got out and
opened the padlock on the two double doors, swung them
open then got back in the truck and drove us in. He
stopped the car, and went back outside the fence.

I turned around in the seat to watch, and was surprised
to see him close the large gates and then enter back into
the yard through a smaller doorway, which he padlocked
behind him. That's when I began to get scared. After what
had happened yesterday this seemed extremely odd and I
almost demanded that he take me home instead and ask my
dad for help later, but before I could say anything he
started walking towards the house and motioned me inside
with a wave of his arm. I got down from the truck,
leaving my bag inside, and walked into the house. I
distinctly remember looking back over my shoulder at
those locked gates and thinking that it was very odd. If
only I had been smarter.

Inside the house was dark and very smelly. The smell
wasn't bad necessarily; it was just very unusual and very
strong. I just assumed that Mr. McGraw hadn't cleaned
much since his wife died and that the place was simply a
little dirtier than I was used to. The house was
essentially undecorated, there were very few pictures or
paintings on the wall, the furniture was bland and
sparse, and the lighting was poor. Even with most of the
lights on in the hallway I had trouble seeing in great
detail.

To my right was what looked like the living room with a
couch and two plush chairs facing an odd looking TV.
There was a coffee table in the middle of the room with
boxes on it, and an old faded rug underneath the table.
In front of me was a long hallway with closed doors every
few feet and through the open door in the end I could see
the fridge, so I assumed that was the kitchen. The stairs
to the second floor were on my left and they curved up
out of sight.

"Go and sit on the couch hon, be with you in just a
minute." Mr. McGraw said pointing into the room on the
right.

"Ok." I said. The room was fairly plain, just the rug and
a painted box that looked like a large doghouse. Sitting
down on the couch I reached out to coffee table and
picked up one of the boxes. It was black and seemed to be
made of plastic; it had a little hinge at the end that
looked like it should flip up. On top of the box were two
clear plastic windows and inside was what looked like
tape on spools. This looked a lot like the tapes that mom
and dad recorded when working at home, except for those
were much smaller. On one of the sides there was a label,
which reads "Kelly, 19 unedited 12/03/84".

I put the box down and picked up one or two of the
others, they had similar labels one of which was
"Margaret, 42 3/23/82". I noticed that one in particular
because Margaret was the name Mr. McGraw's now dead wife.
I sat there for quite awhile looking at the boxes before
Mr. McGraw finally came back. When he entered the room he
was carrying another one of the boxes and without saying
a word he walked over to the odd looking TV. The TV was
kinda weird because it had a machine with blinking lights
sitting on top of it. The machine looked like it was
hooked to the TV and had a slot in the front where Mr.
McGraw pushed the box into before turning to face me.

"Do you know what this is?' He asked while bending over
to turn on the TV. Without waiting for me to answer he
spoke again. " This is called a VCR. It stands for Video
Cassette Recorder and its quite expensive. With it I can
play tapes like the one you hold in your hand there that
have video on them, just like TV. I also have two cameras
for making the tapes, one downstairs that's very heavy
but excellent quality, and another that's portable but
doesn't film quite as well. I want to show you a tape I
made yesterday."

He pushed a button on the tape machine and walked across
the room to sit next to me. The static on the screen soon
disappeared and was replaced by a picture of a man
walking through the woods. You could see his steps and
hear them very clearly and it looked like he was trying
to be quiet. Then the camera moved up to show a house
with a large yard. In the yard was a pool. And in the
pool was a girl. Me. I was so shocked I nearly fell of
the couch. Before I could do anything Mr. McGraw reached
over and grasped my hands pulling me towards him. He
grabbed me around the shoulders with one arm, and the
used his other hand to power my face towards the screen.

He was too strong for me to fight. On the screen the
camera zoomed in on me getting out of the water and
laying down on the blanket to read. I watched myself
eventually put the book down and then drift off to relax.
The camera moved around for a few minutes until it was no
more than about twenty feet from me but still in the
woods peering over the fence. Then I heard a voice come
from the TV.

"Ok Razor, there she is. Go fuck that little whore."

The voice was Mr. McGraw. Suddenly the camera swung down
to show a dog as it ran through the woods and jumped the
fence. I recognized it immediately; it was burned into my
brain. It was the one that ****d me the day before. The
dog leaped the fence then circled around the pool to
approach my prone body from upfront. Then it began.

The sniffing, the scratching, and eventually the licking.
I sat there on Mr. McGraw's lap and we watched it
together, me in shocked silence while he talked about
what was happening. I could feel his penis through his
overalls; it was erect and hard the whole way through the
tape.

We watched as the dog, Razor ripped off my suit and began
licking my pussy. We watched as he bit my leg and then
pushed me into position, as he mounted me and took my
virginity. I sat there on Mr. McGraw's lap with his cock
straining through his overalls against my ass watching
his dog repeatedly **** me.

When the first time was over while the dog and I rested,
Mr. McGraw spoke. "Well Sara honey that sure was some
performance you put on there. I really enjoyed it. As a
matter of fact, I enjoyed it so much I have a hard on. I
think the least you can do, since it's your fault I have
it, is to help me get rid of it."

With those words he stood me up, holding my arm with one
hand he undid his pants and freed his cock. It looked
very long and it was kind of shiny on the end with a
little bit of cum oozing out the top. I tried to pull
away but he held me fast, and then yanked me down to my
knees in front of him. He pulled so hard I thought for a
moment he had broken my arm.

"Take your little mouth, and swallow my cock you little
skuzzy whore or I am going to make sure an anonymous
permister mails a copy of that tape to your parents along
with a machine to view it." When I still hesitated he
yelled "SUCK IT NOW!"

He put one of his hands behind my hand and powerd my
mouth down onto his crotch. As he did I looked up into
his face expecting that maybe this was a joke, maybe it
was some kind of dream, but the smile he had made me sure
that what was happening was real.

My heart sank from the shame and misery of the moment as
his dick touched my lips and the pressure of his hand
powerd his cock into my moist mouth. He kept pushing
until I nearly fetishd, I could feel the head of his cock
actually going down my throat and I started to gag.
That's when he first kicked me, putting the heel of his
boot into my side leaving a bruise and making me start to
cry.

"Don't fetish on it whore. Suck it! Move your head up and
down like this." His hand changed positions grabbing and
handful of my hair and pulling my head up which dragged
my mouth along his cock. His penis wasn't old and
wrinkled like the rest of him but fairly smooth with some
thick veins running along it. " Now you go back down on
me, keep sucking as you do."

This went on for several minutes, him alternately
dragging my young mouth up and down his cock while
instructing me on the proper techniques for pleasing him.
He taught me how to roll my tongue around the tip of his
penis and how to use my hands to play with his balls. On
the television behind me the sounds of my bestial ****
played out through the room.

I could hear my cries for help and the dogs barking as he
cruelly penetrated my virgin body. The tape also featured
the sounds of Mr. McGraw masturbating while filming all
the while urging on the dog quietly. But as I sat there
on the floor with his hard cock in my mouth I started
crying again every time I heard myself scream on the
tape, because I realized that at least half the screams
weren't of pain, but of pleasure.

It wasn't long before Mr. McGraw came in my mouth, the
first time I had ever tasted human cum. Some of it flowed
down my throat and into my stomach, the rest spilled from
my tiny mouth and out onto my chest. As he finished I sat
down onto the floor, resting on my knees and looked up at
this man who I had once trusted, now a man I hated for
the pain and shame he had put me through.

"Good girl," he said resting his head back on the couch
and gazing down at me "Now wasn't that fun? No? Well it
will be, once you get used to it. See now that I have
you, I don't think I am ever going to let you go. Oh I
mean you will still live with your parents, and still be
there little darling girl most of the time. But in
reality you will be nothing more than my playing thing,
to do with as I please. And if you ever disobey me or try
to tell anyone, I guess I will just have to send out this
videotape, or one of the others we will soon make. And
that will ruin your miserable life."

I sat there on the floor in shock. I had hoped that once
he was done cumming that he would let me go, and it
slowly dawned on me that it wouldn't ever happen. He
continued, "Yea we're going to make some more tapes you
and I. Plus Razor and some of his friends of course.
Probably some of my friends too once you learn how to
fuck properly. Now you remember how I told you to call me
Sam before?"

I nodded.

"I didn't mean that. I want you to call me... Daddy. And
I think I'll call you... Bitch. Just like a dog. Won't
that be fun?"

*** End of Parts 1 and 2***

Everyone in the town and the surrounding properties had
been arrested. They were all either directly involved
in the use and *******ping, or were receiving money or
free slave labor and sex from the enterprise.

The sheriff and the judge had both kept surprisingly
accurate records of their activities, including the
names and addresses of their victims. There will be no
shortage of witnesses. The names of young women who had
been found dead of mysterious causes in the last few
years were being compared to those records as well.

The young couple that we were all most worried about
was finally rescued. But it may be too late for them.
They are really screwed up and are receiving intensive
psychological care.

I have heard from a lot of people thanking me for what
I did. Diane and Kelly got in touch with us. They live
a couple of hours from us and we have gotten together
with them quite a few times. They sometimes spend the
weekend around the pool in our backyard.

It was kind of funny the first time. We were all
sitting out by the pool and the conversation was kind
of reserved and finally Megan stood up and said, "Fuck
this! We went through too much together." Then she got
undressed and within minutes we were all naked and
suddenly we felt a lot more comfortable and the
conversation just seemed to flow after that.

The trials have started. The vast majority of the
underlings have already pled guilty in exchange for
deals to testify against the higher ups. The bigger
fish, except for the Highway Commissioner, are all
fighting it all the way. They don't have a chance
though, and the odds are that the men at the top are
going to spend the rest of their lives in primister.
Unless, that is, some of those unsolved ***s from
around the state are matched up to their records.

The sheriff's illicit operation started almost five
years ago with a couple of young women, almost as an
accident, and then grew quickly. Thanks to the records
they kept, most of the women that were *******ped, and
the few couples too, have been contacted and notified
of the trials and asked if they wanted to testify.

The considerable assets of the major players have been
seized and are going to be divided among the victims,
once the trials are complete. In addition, counseling
has been offered to those who desire it.

We talked it over, first as a family, and then with
Diane and Kelly, and got serious with the kids about
counseling and inappropriate sexual behavior. We all
know that we are different now, but we feel like we
have recovered. We may be different, but we don't feel
like we are traumatized.

No, that isn't true. We were all traumatized,
especially the girls. We don't believe that we are
damaged now. We are different. We have changed. But we
still love and we still like sex. The twins both said
that that night, when they heard us making love after
all that had happened to us, that night changed them.
They learned a lot from that. When they look at us and
see how much in love we are they just don't feel like
they need to talk to someone about what happened.

They know they are different because now, when they can
do so discreetly and they are in the mood, they like to
make love to each other. And sometimes, if they are
feeling like it, they get a kick out of making love
with Mike. But it is just recreational sex, and after
all that has happened to them, they believe the fact
that they can enjoy recreational sex with someone that
they love is a good thing.

Kim and I talked about it and we found ourselves
agreeing with them, although not without reservations.
So we told them that as long as they don't go to school
naked we will support them. We assured them that if
they ever felt the need for some help, we would be
behind them one hundred percent.

We had a similar conversation with Diane and Kelly.
They had pretty much the same reactions that we had. We
have all agreed to try and keep our activities to
ourselves. That is to say we don't want the girls
screwing every guy in town. But we are going to be a
lot more understanding of their sexual appetites than
most parents would be.

Our relationship with Diane and Kelly has changed too.
Once we started to relax we started involving them in
our sex lives. Well, the kids did. Kim and I have been
keeping it to ourselves.

Maybe we will expand that someday, but for now we like
to just make love. But we have no problem with the
girls and Mike and Diane and Kelly having fun. Diane
and Kelly were both suffering from a lack of sex after
we had been back for a while and neither of them had
anyone that they were in a relationship with. So they
felt good about having us to be with. It seems to be a
satisfactory relationship all around, at least until
they find partners and fall in love. Nobody is in a
hurry.

Oh, and I sold that fucking motorhome and gave the
money to Kim's lady. She doesn't know what happened,
but she knows we didn't like our vacation and she was
happy to get the money.

The End

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Christine


A true story of a woman who was ****d by a dog?

***

My name is Christine and I'm thirty-five years old woman
who was ****d by a dog. The only reamister that I'm writing
this is in response to the stupid stories that I've read
on the Internet regarding dog ****. I now know that a
woman can be ****d by a dog but if that happens the woman
sure as hell isn't going to start having great orgasms
and wanting to suck his dick.

I submit the following:


Two years ago I lived 12 miles east of Seattle. The house
I was renting had an attached garage and a medium lawn.
It wasn't a fine house but the rent fit my budget.

I was cutting my lawn on a Saturday morning and I was
startled by the sudden sound of a car's tires screeching
to a stop on the roadway near me. As I looked up I saw a
dog that had narrowly escaped death running across the
road and into the woods. The driver honked his horn and
yelled at the dog, then he sped away.

As the car drove out of sight the dog cautiously emerged
from the woods and sat down. I had never seen him before
and I figured he was lost. I called to him and it was
obvious that he heard me but for some reamister he ignored
me. With a shrug I went back to cutting the lawn and soon
forgot about him.

After finishing with the lawn I went into the house, made
lunch, and watched the noon news. Just as the news was
ending I heard a dog whining so I went to my screen door
and saw the dog sitting on the front porch. He was the
dog who had almost been *******ed by the car a few hours
earlier. He was a large, mixed breed, probably shepherd
and lab, and was a least 120 pounds. I noticed that he
didn't have a collar but from his appearance it seemed
that was taken care of by someone.

I was sure that he was lost and his owner would be
looking to claim him. I went to the kitchen and got him a
bowl of water and set it near him on the porch. When I
did this he backed away from me and wouldn't touch the
water until I went back in the house and closed the
screen door.

After I had done this he really went after the water and
lapped the bowl dry. I sat by the door and talked to him
in a soothing voice but he remained aloof and when I
started to join him on the porch he backed away and
headed towards the edge of the road.

Just then, a car moving at high speed, came around the
bend and, for a moment, I thought the dog would panic, do
something stupid, and be *******ed. The driver sounded his
horn and the dog bolted towards my house. "If I don't do
something soon this dog is going to get *******ed," I
thought.

I needed to figure out a way to keep him safe. I refilled
the bowl with water and walked around the garage, opened
the side door and set the bowl on the floor. I turned on
the lights, left the door open and walked a short
distance away. After a few minutes he went for the water
and I quietly approached the door on his blind side and
closed it. I would get him some food later and figure out
some way to find his owner.

I heard the phone ringing and went back into the house.
The call was from a friend and as we chatted I told her
about the dog and asked if she knew of anyone in the area
who might have a lost dog. She had heard nothing but
promised to call back if anything developed. After the
call I wrote out a list for grocery shopping and included
a couple of cans of dog food.

I took a quick shower, toweled dry, and put on a bathrobe
while I began drying my hair. As I was doing this I
thought I heard the dog barking in the garage so I turned
the dryer off and opened the door a crack to check on
him. He was sitting at the far side of the garage near
the side door and I noticed that the bowl was empty
again.

"You're a thirsty dog aren't you?" I said to him.

I stepped into the garage and as I did I closed the door
and he moved away from me. "You don't trust people do you
boy?" I said. He was a strange dog, he just sat down and
watched me as I walked over to get the bowl. As I started
to reach for the bowl he jumped up and stalked towards
me, baring his teeth, and growling in a very frightening
way. I froze. I didn't understand him at all. I was just
trying to be kind to him and all of a sudden he was
threatening me. I sensed that if I made a run for the
door he would be all over me before I moved three feet.
"What's going on boy?" I said in a small quavering voice.


I was standing with my back against the side of the
garage and he continued to approach me in his menacing
way. When he was about five feet from me he turned
towards the wall of the garage and herded me away from
the wall and into the center of the garage. I moved
slowly and stopped when he started growling again. I had
never been that scared in my life. I couldn't talk. I
couldn't move. I just stood there. Suddenly everything
was a blur.

He barked and then lunged at me. I screamed and put my
arms up in front of me but the power of his lunge knocked
me to the floor. I landed on my back striking my head on
the concrete floor. Hot sparks of pain shot through my
head and I saw him approaching me with fangs drawn. The
only thing I thought of was that he might try to bite my
throat and if he did I would die in that garage. I rolled
onto my stomach and started to get up but before I could
he was straddling my back. He stood over me with his head
just above my ears and I could smell his foul breath.

I didn't turn my head to look at him because I was sure
that he would bite my face. For a minute he just stood
there, not growling, not moving. Then he backed up and
grabbed the hem of my bathrobe, pulled it towards my
head, dropped it, and started sniffing my crotch. After a
moment he started licking my pussy and I didn't move. I
started feeling sick in my stomach as I realized that
this horrible natural was going to try to **** me.

After licking me for a short time he became very excited
and tried to mount me but it wasn't working for him
because I was flat on my stomach. Suddenly he bite into
my butt cheek and I screamed in shock and pain. I came up
off the floor a little and he tried to mount me again. It
still didn't work for him and he stepped back and bite me
harder then before. I was trapped and we both knew it. If
I didn't get into the mating position he was going to
make wish that I had. I raised myself up on all fours
while my tears of fear, anguish, and offense wet the
floor.

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The Degradation of Liz


I still remember my first time with the woman who was
mainly responsible for turning me into a slut. My
sister, Heather, and I would often spend the weekend
over at a friend's house though Heather stayed over
there much more often than I did. I found out why and I
was shocked when I did.

It was Friday evening and Amber's, our friend, mom and
dad worked night shift usually which left us alone on
Fridays. Usually we would talk about boys and school
and stuff or order pizza and watch a movie. This movie
was much more different than usual, it turned out to be
a lesbian porno.

I sat on the couch unable to take my eyes off of the
screen as there was two women holding another down,
fondling her breasts while a fourth was pounding in and
out of her at a furious pace with a strap-on. The woman
was screaming in pleasure as her whole body shook from
the power of the strap-on being thrusted into her.

While I was watching this one of my hands found its way
under my night shirt to rub my slit as I grew very wet.
I soon had a permisteral show as Heather and Amber started
removing each other's clothing and fondled and kissed
each other on the floor by the television. I didn't
know what to do, I was growing so hot.

I was so into it I almost didn't notice the basement
door open but I did and Amber's mom came walking into
the room with a bathrobe on though there was something
poking it where a cock would normally be on a guy. I
was scared that we were going to get in trouble when
Amber's mom just fell down onto the couch and pulled me
roughly onto her lap.

"Don't worry, Liz, I know what they do." Amber's mom
whispered into my ear. I could feel the long shaft
rubbing against me between my legs. She pulled my night
shirt up and ran her hands under it and cupped my large
tits and squeezed them, "And I know what you want, you
little slut."

"I don't want anything." I whimpered as I struggled
against her but she pulled me back farther onto her lap
and continued to play with my tits.

"Yes you do, you want to be used like the slut you
are." Amber's mom said, "You know, I always wanted to
touch your tits…they're so perfect. They're even bigger
than mine."

"No they aren't." I protested trying to get up again
but she wouldn't let me.

"Shhh." Amber's mom whispered, "I have a good show to
show you."

"What?" I whimpered, as she pinched my nipples hard,
rolling them between her thumb and index finger causing
them to grow harder.

"Amber, get Sampmister for the little bitch over there."
Amber's mom said, "She still hasn't been punished for
last week."

Sampmister? Their Doberman? I watched as my sister got on
her hands and knees with her ass in the air.

"I'm sorry, Mistress." Heather whimpered, "I'll be
good."

"You are damned right you will be, you want to act like
a bitch you will be ridden like one."

I watched in sick fascination as Amber came back with
the large dog and let it sniff Heather's pussy causing
her to fidget some.

"Please, Mistress." Heather moaned as the dog started
licking her pussy furiously.

"You see, this is your sister's first time with a dog."
Amber's mom whispered, moving one of her hands down
into my panties as she rubbed my slit causing me to
shudder with a moan.

"Up." Amber said, the dog listening as it jumped up to
wrap its paws around Heather's waist and started
humping her. I watched as Amber guided the growing red
shaft into my sister's pussy as it impaled her and
shoved her forward hard bringing a scream from her
lips. The dog didn't care though, it started pumping in
and out of her furiously, the strength and speed of the
thrusts too much for heather as she lost her balance
and fell forward with her ass in the air where held her
with it's paws as it pounded away oblivious to
Heather's screams.

I tried to get up to help her but Amber's mom held me
firmly as I watched my sister try to brace herself with
her elbows, her whole body vulgarly being bounced back
and forth on the dog's cock, her hair flying wildly as
her tits swayed back and forth as my sister screamed,
shaking her head as she thrashed against the bestial
onslaught.

"Make sure they tie." Amber's mom said as Amber reached
under my sister and behind the dog pushing them
together even more which is when my sister's screams
really started in earnest. I know my sister was Cumming
over and over but she was also screaming in pain.

"Get it off!" Heather screamed, "Get it off!!"

I started to try and get up again ad to my surprise
Amber's mom let me. When I got to my feet though she
tripped me and when I landed on my hands and knees she
was behind me pulling my shirt up and tearing my
panties off.

"What are you doing?" I asked, a little scared.

"Little sluts should listen or be punished." Amber's
mom said as she pulled back her robe to show that she
was wearing a large strap on. I started to scramble
away but she grabbed my hips and pulled me back and
shoved that large toy cock in my pussy hard causing my
scream to join my sister's. She grabbed a handful of my
hair and yanked back on it hard as she started pounding
me. I cried out as she invaded my virgin pussy, tearing
my hymen and continued to thrust harder and harder,
smacking my ass again and again as she laughed.

I fell forward when she let go of my hair as she bent
over me, one hand reaching under to smack one of my
tits hard as she continued thrusting into me. I
screamed as she pounded me for god knows how long,
yanking me back onto my hands when I fell over or after
she got done a***ing my tits. I don't know how many
times I orgasmed but when she finally stopped and let
me fall to the floor I noticed Heather was but to but
with the dog, stuck together. Every time the dog pulled
a little or moved caused my sister to cry out.

"Mom, let's bring King in." Amber said.

King, there German Shepard. I started to get up despite
the pain but Amber's mom pulled me over to the coffee
table as Amber went and brought in the other dog and a
couple leashes and rope. Amber's mom powerd me down to
my knees in front of the skinny part of the coffee
table as Amber took one of the leashes and tied my knee
to it. Amber's lady took the other leash and did the
same to my other knee while I tried to struggle

"Don't struggle you little bitch." Amber's mom growled
while bushing me down on the table. She took one piece
of rope and ran it under the table and tied each end to
one of my wrist so they couldn't reach each other on
top of the table. Amber then took the other piece and
tied it to my wrist above the table so as far as I
could move my wrist was the edge of the table.

I was trapped helpless over the table as Amber's mom
smacked my ass. I looked over to see my sister resting
her head on he forearms while the dog fidgeted, still
stuck to her.

"Up King." Amber's mom commanded. I felt a large weight
on my back and the dog's sharp cock stabbing at me and
missing. He was having a hard time getting it in but he
finally managed bringing a scream from me. While the
table kept me from moving much it didn't keep me from
feeling the shock from each painful, furious stab
bringing scream after scream from me.

Amber pulled me head up by a handful of hair and
smacked my tits around as I screamed. She pulled on my
nipples as I struggled to keep my head up, the hard
pounding making it hard to do so.

"Ride her!" Amber's mom laughed, "Fuck her good king,
make her your bitch!"

I could feel something huge growing and smacking
against my pussy lips which I was sure was his knot. I
screamed louder as I lay helpless over the table being
powerd to let this dog have his way with me. I felt the
warmth of his cumm as he exploded into me filling me up
with his cum.

"He didn't get it in mom." Amber said as the dog pulled
away from me. I just laid there on the table, both from
exhaustion and pain. I looked over to my sister and
noticed she was also on the floor, Sampmister must have
finished with her.

"Well, how does my little bitches feel?" Amber's mom
asked.

Was this my last time over there, no way. As the pain
slowly faded I also felt so exhilarated and wonderful.
I wanted to be filled again like that but not by the
dog, I could barely handle him without getting tied. I
don't think I would have made it if he got his knot in
me.

The next weekend Heather and I stayed over again but
this time I found out Amber's man was also in it. He
refused to let the dogs have me and took me down to the
basement where a few of is friends were. Over the next
few hours I was used in about every position imaginable
as well as powerd to suck several cocks which was the
only time condoms wasn't used.

I could have stopped and not went back though but it
was too late, I had become a slut. I loved the feeling
of cock thrusting in me, I didn't care where it came
from. I became a sex toy along with my sister and
though Amber and her family moved away I still remain a
cum slut as well as my sister. We love it when we can
get our college professors to give us extra credit
assignments at their homes but all of that is another
story.

END

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DUI Girl

I shouldn't have been driving anyway. I'd had one too
many at the office party and I shouldn't have let Jim
bend me over his desk and fuck me. Now, here I was
sitting on a damp spot with a cop behind me, lights
flashing. I was in a panic, I didn't need another
ticket and I absolutely didn't need a DUI. Hopefully he
wouldn't make me blow into anything.

I pulled over and waited.

I had to get out of this. I could see him in the mirror
through his windshield, he seemed to be young and from
what I could see, fairly easy on the eyes. Maybe I
could play my way out of this. I clicked my seat back a
notch, undid the first three buttons of my little white
blouse and pulled my bra back to the side to show a
fair amount of my better than average tits. If I had to
I'd let him fuck me to get out of this.

He finally got out of the car and stopped to talk on
his little shoulder radio thingy and now that I could
see all six feet plus of him I knew I would happily
fuck my way out of this. He was young and well built in
a really tight, crisp uniform. I eased my blouse open
some more and pulled my skirt further up my thighs. He
headed up to my car. When he got to the window I
couldn't tell if he liked what he saw or not, he had on
mirrored aviator sun glasses.

I gave him my best sad eyes and said, "What did I do
wrong, officer?"

He didn't flinch and said to me, "License and
registration."

I had to reach over the seat and made sure he got a
good glimpse of my ass as I squirmed, pretending to
search for my registration. Finally I got them and sat
back up and handed them to him. He said impatiently,
"Wait here," and went back to his car. He was gone for
a long time, talking a lot on his radio. I figured I
was done, he was writing me up.

Now he was headed back to my car empty-handed. He
didn't have my stuff or his little ticket pad. He got
next to the window and paused. I was about to cry as he
spoke to me. "I can write you up for reckless driving,
improper lane change, failure to use signals, speeding
and if I ask you to get out of the car and take a
breathalyzer I'd bet my house you're DUI."

All I could do was whimper a quiet, "I'm sorry. Please
officer, I'll do anything."

There was a tense moment and since I figured I was
busted anyway I decided to go for it. I eased open my
legs, reached up and ran a finger down the shape of my
breast, licked my lips and said in my best sultry
voice, "Isn't there something we can do about this?"

He didn't flinch. I keep up my ready whore thing, being
really obvious that he could have it all. He looks at
me and says, "Maybe I should add attempted bribery of
an officer to all the other charges."

I'm sure I'm done now and I start to cry. I pull my
skirt down and pull my blouse together over my breasts.
A few seconds pass and then he says firmly, almost
shouting "Stop crying!" I almost jumped out of my seat.
I turned to beg him to let me go but before I can say
anything he says abruptly, "Don't look at me and stop
crying. From now on you will do exactly what I tell you
to. Do you understand?" I nodded sheepishly. "Now sit
back in the seat and show me your tits."

I'm feeling better about my situation already and I
love being ordered around. I get very turned on by
submitting and being controlled. My pussy was already
tingling as I sat back, kept my head down, undid a
couple more buttons and pulled my bra down lover my
tits, which are better tan average and completely
natural. He reaches down and bounces them in his hands
a couple times, then gives my nipples a hard twist and
stands up. My nipples immediately get hard and I can
feel my pussy starting to get creamy.

He says, "Pull your car into that parking lot." I do as
I'm told. He follows me, pulling alongside my car. He
gets out and comes to my door and opens it. "Get out of
the car. Face the car and put your hands on the roof."

I do as he says, keeping my eyes down. My naked tits
are now pressed against the back door window. He
rummages around in the car a bit, takes out the keys
and my purse and transfers them to his cruiser. He
turns back to me and says, "Put your hands behind your
back." I do and he handcuffs me. Then with my tits
fully exposed he walks me around to the passenger side
of the cruiser.

When he opens the door, the biggest, meanest looking
dog I've ever seen lunges at the cage between the seats
snarling and baring his teeth. I fall backwards with
fear. He stops my fall and is holding me up as he
shouts into the car "DOWN!"

The dog immediately backs down. It seems he knows who's
boss. "Get in the car now." I get in, sitting on my
hands. The dog is right up behind my head, I can feel
him breathing on me.

He gets in and starts the car but before we leave he
leans over and rips my blouse completely open, then
roughly bends me over, pulls up my blouse, rips open my
bra from behind and yanks it off me. He pushes me back
up in the seat, gives my tits a good hard rub and
twists my nipple again hard. He starts the car and
drives aggressively back to the road. I like a dominant
male as much as any girl but this was starting to scare
me. For all I know he'll take me to the woods and *******
me. I turn but don't look at him. "Officer, you're not
going to hurt me are you."

"Don't talk. Consider yourself my primisterer. You broke
the law and you have to pay for it. When you've paid
for it in full, I'll take back to your car. The rules
again are, don't talk and do exactly as I say,
understood?"

I nodded and kept my head down. Somehow I trusted him.
I got over my fear and began to give in to him. I would
follow orders and do what he said and ordered me to do.
The dog still made me little nervous, he was just
inches away from my head, sniffing me and panting on
me, just my luck to get stopped by a canine unit. We
drove for a long time in silence, my breasts completely
bared and bouncing around with every bump in the road.
I felt completely vulnerable.

Soon we turned off onto an unpaved road and arrived at
a really nice cabin-like house surrounded by a six foot
high chain link fence. Inside the fence, barking and
jumping and carrying on are two more huge dogs, one
looked like a shepherd and the other was shorthaired
and completely black.

He pulled up and let the dog in the back of the car out
and into the gate with the other two. They looked
really excited. He opened my door, pulled me out and
marched me in the gate. The dogs came running up,
terrifying me. I thought they were going to tear me to
shreds right there. I don't have a dog and my family
never had dogs, I'm just not a dog permister.

We stop before going up the front steps. He reaches
down and in single motion pulls my skirt down. The he
reaches inside my panties from behind me and roughly
rubs and fingers my pussy. I'm wet and still a little
spermy from fucking Jim at the party. "Slippery little
slut aren't we?" He rips my panties at both sides and
pulls them off and throws them to the dogs who start
fighting over them and tearing them to pieces, he also
throws them my skirt, my bra and my blouse and they all
meet the same fate.

He takes me inside and re-cuffs my hands over a beam so
they're over my head. Now I'm completely naked except
for heels and my eyeliner and I'm hanging handcuffed in
this guy's house. I'm completely at his mercy. The
thought makes me excited, I don't think he'll hurt me,
hopefully he just treats me like cuckolds brownie and fucks me till
I can't take it anymore. Now I'm getting wetter. He
comes out of what I presume is the bedroom wearing a t-
shirt and boxers.

His body is better than I expected, strong and well
cut. He comes right up to me, jams his hand between my
legs powering them open and starts really feeling me up
hard. His fingers are all over in my pussy, he rolls my
clit between his fingers, tugging on it. He reaches
back and rubs all over my tight little asshole, then he
slips just the tip of one his fingers in it and
stretches around. His other hand goes to my clit again.

My body is going crazy, I'm going to come any second.
My knees get weak and I just sit my pussy down onto his
hands. I'm ready to come and then he just stops and
steps back. He bounces my tits in his hands and says,
"Let's get these ready." He gropes for a minute or so
and then he just hauls and slaps my right breast really
hard. "Now the punishment begins you little slut."

He begins an assault on my breasts, slapping and
twisting and pinching them. He slaps them so much
they're getting bright red and they feel like they're
on fire and all it does is make me wetter down there.
Finally he seems to done with them. He goes to the
kitchen and comes back with a little chain about foot
long with a clamp at either end. He carefully attaches
each clip to one of my nipples and then tugs on the
chain, jiggling my breasts and tugging at them with the
clamps. It hurts but now my tits are completely turned
on, and they're his, he can do anything he wants to
with them.

He sets up a TV tray beside an overstuffed chair, turns
on the TV, goes to the kitchen, comes back with a six-
pack of beer and some cold chicken wings which he puts
on the tray beside the chair. Then he goes to the
bedroom and returns with a tube of vaginal jelly, also
beside the chair. He comes back to me and re-cuffs my
hands in front of me. "Remember, do exactly what I
say."

I nod. He pulls me across the room by my tit chain. He
sits down in the big chair and tells me to kneel down
in front of him. He pulls out a large, fine looking
dick from his boxers. "Put this in your mouth and don't
take it out until I tell you to."

I bend over and he helps position me snugly between his
legs in such a way that I can't really move or get his
dick out of my mouth. He's not completely hard so I
start sucking away. I hear him open a beer and I can
tell he's eating the chicken wings. This goes on for
maybe ten minutes, me gently sucking away and him
eating and takeing and watching some cop show on TV.

After awhile he leans forward and starts feeling my
butt and rubbing my asshole. Then the spanking begins.
He slaps my ass-cheeks until they're beet red. I'm
sucking harder now and can't do anything but moan
around his dick, which is growing. After squeezing my
burning ass-cheeks he spreads them and pushes his
finger into my asshole.

I've only had anal sex a couple times and it wasn't
really pleasant but this didn't feel that bad. If he
wanted my ass to get me out of this, he could have it.
He worked his finger in and out of my ass for couple
minutes and then it was gone. Then I feel something
strange pushing on my sphincter and then he shoves it
in. It's not really big and knobby on the end, then it
hits me, he's pushed a chicken wing bone in my ass.
He's flicking it and stroking it in and out of me. He
sits back for more beer and I keep up a smooth sucking
of his dick.

I can't imagine how my ass looks poked out into the
room with a chicken bone stuck in it. I can hear him
eating and pretty soon he's stuffing another bone in my
ass, then another one and another one. Now I've got
four bones in my ass and he's moving them around and to
my surprise my little hole feels really good. Then he
reaches back and works an uneaten chicken wing into my
pussy. I feel complete shame that this is exciting me.

"Reach back and masturbate yourself."

I do and as I'm working my clit he plays with the bones
in my ass. I takes me about three minutes for me to
really come hard. I'm panting around his dick, which by
now is good and hard. I come down a bit from my orgasm
and the he starts pulling the little bones out of my
ass one by one, then he pulls the wing out my pussy and
rubs it all over crotch.

"Now the fun begins," he says. He slaps my ass a couple
times, sits back, takes along draw of his beer and
whistles really loud. I hear the dogs come running into
the room.

Now I'm really scared and try to lift my head which
isn't going to happen. He holds me firmly in place by
my hair. "Just keep sucking bitch. You're going to like
this." The dogs are right at my ass and start licking
away like crazies all over my ass and pussy. Now I know
why the chicken. Their licking is nonstop and is
starting to tingle my whole crotch. They work over my
asshole with a vengeance and I can't keep it from
clenching and opening like an ass spasm. He tell me to
reach back and spread my lips and let them at my clit.
I do and now I can feel my clit start to swell and soon
I can feel a clit orgasm building up and then I'm over
the edge.

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Fear the Void Below


AUTHOR NOTES:

Here it is, the first part of my third story. I'm still
getting positive feedback on "The Cycle Of Corruption"
(currently sitting in Directory 28 of the Kristen
Archives, under Cycle) and "Dead People Aren't Toys"
(which is in Directory 36), so those of you who like
this story might want to check out those two.

I'm almost positive at this point that this story will
only wind up being 2 parts. My next one, "Bible Black"
will be longer, but that's a different matter. How fast
I get the second part of this story out could be
greatly effected by how much feedback I get on it,
though, so if you like the first part be sure to send
some and let me know. I can be contacted at
[email protected] but be sure to use "Fear The
Void Below" as the topic to ensure that I don't confuse
it as spam and delete it.

Now for the usual warnings. This story contains a fair
amount of perversity. You should not continue reading
if you're offended by any of the following. Bestiality.
Mind Control. Forced sex through the use of that mind
control. Also, there is the tiniest hint of bi sex in
this one. Barely a few seconds worth among all the
rest.

Trust me, if you're not offended by any of the earlier
perversions, then there's too little of this one in
there for it to offend you. There wasn't even enough
for me to consider adding it to the story's tag list,
so that should tell you something. But still, I felt it
necessary to offer fair warning, for those extremely
opposed to such. For those of you who've read through
all this and still remain, I give you my third story.


Fear The Void Below


Alex sat at a table in a library. It seemed a normal
enough library, although he was a far from normal guy.
It had been nearly three years since he'd last
considered himself human. Nearly three years since the
change. Since he'd taken the power from the one who'd
used it against him. And he was there today to use his
power.

He'd been in the town for a little over a month, and
hadn't had nearly as much fun as he'd have liked to,
yet. He'd decided to come to the library to find new
victims. Usually he chose places more like the mall, or
restaurants, but even he occasionally varied his style.
And today he was glad he did.

Already, he'd spotted a couple that interested him. A
very attractive girl, blonde hair which was probably
dyed, blue eyes. She had fairly large breasts, a D-cup
at a guess, and they stretched the fabric of the light
green t-shirt she was wearing quite nicely. She was
probably in her early twenties, though he couldn't be
sure. Beside her stood a guy who he assumed would be
reamisterably attractive by female standards. Dark hair,
and dark eyes. She was around 5'7", he was maybe 5'11".
They were perfect.

The girl was dragging the guy along behind her.
Seemingly excited over something. She said something to
her boyfriend that Alex couldn't hear, but he saw the
guy shake his head, at which point the girl gave him a
playful shove before just grinning and heading off down
some isle. And now that they were separated, it was
time for Alex to work his magic. Slowly he rose to his
feet, watching as the guy strode over to a row of books
and looked over them with a bored expression.

He wasn't that far away, and it didn't take Alex long
to walk right over to him. Still, he didn't think the
guy actually noticed him until he reached out his right
hand and grasped the guy by the arm. The guy's head
suddenly jerked in his direction, but Alex didn't give
him time to ponder the situation.

"Fear the void below." He murmured softly, just loud
enough to be sure the guy heard him. He could feel the
symbol on his hand, the one that was usually invisible
to the naked eye, suddenly flare to life against the
guy's skin. To him it almost felt like it was slightly
burning, but he knew that to the guy it would feel ice
cold.

The sensation would creep from the point of contact
through the entire body before finally fading. The guy
tried to jerk his arm out of Alex's grasp, and Alex let
him. The damage was already done. The beginning of the
bond had formed, and nothing would change that now.
Smiling, Alex turned and strode off, leaving the guy
gaping in his wake.

Cutting down an isle a bit beyond where the guy's
girlfriend had turned so as not to draw too much
suspicion, Alex nonetheless ventured in the direction
she had gone, starting to idly sweep the isles in order
to find her. The guy had made no move to follow him, so
he was already lost from sight. And he'd apparently
made no move to rush to his girlfriend and say anything
about the weird boy he'd just met, so finding the girl
turned out to actually be pretty easy.

She was standing in a row of horror novels, scanning
over the titles. Immediately turning into the isle,
Alex strode deftly towards her. Unlike her boyfriend,
she noticed him just as he reached her, before contact,
but it made no difference.

Quickly reaching out with his right hand, he was able
to grasp her left hand in his before she had any chance
to react. She was wearing a wedding ring, he'd noticed
the same on the guy. All the better. "Fear the void
below." He told her in a clear, calm voice. And once
more he felt the symbol flare against her skin.
Releasing her hand just as quickly as he'd taken it, he
turned and strode away from her before she'd had a
chance to speak. As his task for the day was already
done, Alex then just started to make his way towards
the exit. It'd take another few days before the bonds
had fully formed. But when they did, he was going to
have a great deal of fun.

***

It was 1 AM that night, and Alex was sitting in his
apartment. He could feel the married couple, as he
could feel everyone who was bonded to him and he hadn't
released, though they couldn't feel him. The bond
wasn't very strong yet, but it was most definitely
there, and growing stronger with every passing moment.
At the moment the married couple was having nightmares.
All those newly bonded did, the first few nights. It
was part of the growth of the bond inside them. And he
knew quite well these would be the worst nightmares
they'd ever had.

Nightmares of a vast darkness, and unspeakable things
reaching through it to try and take them. Of horrible
voices and screams and noises no creature on Earth
would make. A feeling of falling into a bottomless pit.
The one time he'd tried to describe it to someone else
it hadn't sounded nearly so bad as it was. You had to
experience it yourself to understand just how horrible
it could be. But just the same it would help prepare
them quite well. By the time his interaction with them
came, they would already be on edge from the
nightmares, and less likely to try and resist the fear.

Alex gazed at himself in a mirror across the room. Dark
hair, blue eyes a few shades darker then those of the
girl's he'd bonded to earlier that day. He only stood
around 5'9" or so, but he didn't want to be any taller.
If he'd wanted to, he could've been. He could change
almost any physical feature he possessed now, if he
wished. It was a slow process, and took time, but it
could be done. He'd actually used it to refine his
features a bit, to improve his looks. And he'd also
enhanced one other particular physical aspect of
himself, but other then that he didn't feel the need
for further changes.

He couldn't sense the names of those bonded to him, nor
really tell anything about their lives, but he could
almost taste their fear. Even in bonds as weak as the
married couple's were at the moment. He'd been on the
other side of that bond once, a few years before. And
he never forgot that the bond could potentially be
overcome, if the permister was strong enough.

It was how he'd gained his power, how he'd taken it
from the centuries old being who'd bonded him. He lived
with the awareness that one day the same would likely
to happen to him. But not likely anytime soon. He
certainly didn't think the new married couple was
strong enough. Now it was just a matter of waiting.

***

Three nights later, he stood before the front door of
their home. While he couldn't sense much about them
aside from their emotional state, he could quite easily
use the bonds that connected them to hone in on their
location, and the bonds had become about as strong as
they were going to. So here he stood. He could sense
them inside the house. And the guy wasn't far from the
door, so, with a smile he focused on him first. 'Open
the front door', he sent to the guy. A feeling as much
as words.

He could feel the symbol on his hand flare as the
command flowed through the bond. The guy wouldn't
understand where it had come from. It would just be an
impulse in his mind to open the door. All the commands
started like that, as an impulse. It was only when a
permister attempted to resist that impulse that the true
effects would kick in. And this one the guy would have
no reamister to resist.

Sure enough, it was only about ten seconds later that
he heard the lock turn, and suddenly the door opened up
before him, to reveal the guy standing there, just as
he remembered him. He could see recognition on the
guy's face, but he didn't give him a chance to speak.
"Back up a few steps." He told the guy, raising his
right hand so the guy could actually see the light of
the symbol burn along his palm. Perhaps it shocked him,
or perhaps it was the memory of the library, but
something stopped him from obeying the impulse the
command brought with it, and he could see the change
come over the guy.

Alex knew what it felt like. It was like the nightmare
come to life, only a thousand times worse. Like being
thrown back into the pit and falling, and feeling the
things in the darkness reaching for you. And knowing on
a deep level that the only way to make it stop was to
obey.

A strangled noise emitted from the guy's throat, but
just the same he quickly backed away from the door.
With a smile, Alex stepped in, reaching out to push the
door closed behind him. "Follow me, and don't speak."
He told the guy, before turning to walk down the hall
in the direction where he felt the girl.

He didn't have to see the guy to know he was following.
It was only a short while later that they emerged into
a fairly spacious living room. He saw the hot blonde
sitting on a couch. Her head turned at their entrance.

"Stand, don't speak." He told her, once more raising
his hand so she could see the symbol as it flared. But
she too tried to resist, the first time, and she too
fell effect to the consuming fear that came as a result
of trying to keep from obeying. It only took a few
seconds for her to suddenly jerk to her feet with a
gasp, her mouth immediately closing as she stared at
him with wide eyes.

"Go join her." He commanded the guy, and just watched
as he quickly scramred over to stand next to her, his
eyes just as wide.

"Good. Now, I'm not going to explain much about your
situation. Much of it you don't need to know. What you
do need to know is that from now on, when I tell you to
do something, you obey. If you don't, you suffer for
it, because attempting to refuse will send you back
into the darkness. If you don't believe me, you can
feel free to try it." He informed them, pausing for a
second to let it sink in before speaking further.

"Now. You can speak, but only to answer my questions.
And you will answer my questions, and honestly." He
commanded, not bothering to show his hand again. They
didn't need to see the symbol flare for it to take
effect. "What are your names?"

Both of them apparently decided to try resisting again,
he could tell from their expressions. And both of them
apparently discovered once more what resistance felt
like, because seconds later he had their names. The guy
was Darren, the girl was Casey.

"Lead me to your bedroom." He commanded them. They
tossed a quick glance at each other, and that was just
enough time for the fall to start kicking in, because
soon enough they were rushing down another hall,
leaving him to follow in their wake. They turned
through the second door on the right, and he followed
them in. The bedroom was also pretty spacious, and the
bed was king-sized, which was satisfactory to him.

"Now, Darren. Just to be sure. You have no youngren,
and aren't expecting any visitors tonight, correct?" he
asked the guy. The guy answered in agreement almost as
soon as he'd gotten the words out. "Good, then both of
you undress. Oh, and you can speak normally now, too."
He told them.

"Why are you doing this to us? And what the hell are
you?" Darren demanded. Both of them made no move to
start removing their clothes, and seconds later he
could see the fear set in. This time they both truly
tried to resist. Seconds passed, then more. He could
see their bodies shaking, their faces contorting. Casey
gave in first, she started scrambling to get her shirt
off as fast as she could. Darren held out longer, but
it was only a few seconds later before he began to
scream.

It was a long, piercing sound, one that made Casey
watch him with a ***d expression even though she
swiftly tossed her shirt to the side and went to work
on her pants just the same. It was only a couple
seconds more before Darren broke, and began to remove
his shirt as well, the scream cutting short almost the
instant he started to pull the cloth off.

Less then half a minute later they both stood nude
before him. Casey's breasts were large and firm. He had
been right, they were at least a D-cup, and he was
quite sure they were one hundred percent real too. Her
pussy was shaved, so he couldn't tell for sure whether
he'd been right as to her natural hair color, but that
was alright, she had a gorgeous cunt. Darren he only
gave a quick once over. The guy was fairly muscular,
and based on the size of his cock while soft it would
probably be about six inches hard. Casey was in for an
interesting surprise, then.

"To answer your first question.. Because I want to. To
answer the second. You wouldn't understand even if I
told you." he replied, before just smiling. "Don't
move, until I tell you otherwise." He commanded, before
taking a couple steps in and idly reaching out with one
hand. As his hand approached Casey's right breast, he
could see Darren once more try to resist. But the
struggle only lasted a few seconds before the guy just
stopped, looking on with a horrified expression.

"Don't do this, please..." The guy begged, Alex just
ignored him. Gently cupping the girl's rather large
breast, Alex let his eyes fix on her face. Giving it a
little squeeze, he then proceeded to just lightly
stroke it, his fingers sliding over the soft flesh, his
palm sliding against her nipple as his fingers moved.
Her expression was one of worry and fear, but just the
same he felt her nipple harden ever so slightly under
his touch. With a grin he pulled his hand away.

"Casey, lay on your back on the bed. Darren, I want you
to eat her out. Make sure to get her pussy nice and
wet." He commanded them both. With a look of almost
relief that Alex didn't appear to be involved in this
idea, they both quickly obeyed.

Casey hurriedly moved onto the bed, crawling over to
the center and stretching out on her back, and Darren
swiftly climbed onto it and moved between her legs.
Tilting his head in, Alex could see Darren extend his
tongue and begin to tease his wife's pussy. The guy
didn't appear to have great technique, he worked his
tongue more in broad sweeping licks, and didn't pay
much attention to her clit, but the saliva would work
well enough.

Alex began to undress as he watched. "Tease her clit
more." He finally told Darren as he stripped off his
shirt. The guy quickly obeyed, his tongue working in
quick little licks over the girl's pleasure button, and
he could hear Casey start to softly gasp. That was
better. He could see the girl's cunt begin to gleam a
bit in the light, as much with her juices as with his
saliva. And Darren's cock had become undeniably hard.

So whether they liked it or not, they were both getting
aroused. Quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants,
Alex began to quickly work both them and his boxers
down his legs at the same time, though his eyes
remained on Darren's tongue sliding steadily over
Casey's stiff little clit. Even as his cock came into
view, neither of the two on the bed noticed, they were
too focused on each other. It was too bad though,
because usually his cock was enough in itself to draw a
reaction. Already hard, it was just over ten inches in
length, and about three inches thick.

Kicking his pants and boxers off to the side, Alex
moved in and climbed onto the bed himself. "Alright,
you can stop." He informed Darren, who immediately came
to a halt. That was when both of them finally looked at
him, and he could see both their eyes lock on his cock.
Casey's eyes just widened quite a bit, but Darren's
expression suddenly took on a very worried look. Slowly
on his knees, he moved over next to where they were,
just grinning at Darren. "Now, I want you to suck the
head of my cock, and get it nice and wet for your
wife's pussy." He commanded the man.

Darren's expression quickly turned from worry to
horror. "Please... Please don't.." He seemed about to
say more, but he was cut off there as the fear kicked
in. Once more he truly seemed to try to resist, but
this time he didn't even manage quite as long as he had
earlier before a whimper suddenly emitted from his
throat and he jerked forward, one hand shooting out to
grasp Alex's rather large cock. There was a look of
revulsion on his face but just the same he began to
tilt his head in. He suddenly paused again when the
head of Alex's big dick was a mere couple inches from
his lips, but as soon as the fear started to hit him a
couple seconds later he quickly opened his lips and
darted his head forward.

Alex's eyes shifted to Casey's face as the head of his
cock vanished into her husband's mouth. He could see a
certain level of horror in her eyes, but there was also
a tinge of arousal on her face. He just grinned.
Darren's mouth was warm and wet around his dick, but
the guy was obviously inexperienced at sucking cock. He
just kept his lips fixed around the head of Alex's big
stick, sucking hard, his tongue only occasionally
brushing against the hard dick in his mouth. Still, it
was serving the purpose Alex wanted to.

"Alright, stop." He finally told the guy. Darren seemed
quite eager to slide the cock out of his mouth, but
Alex didn't mind. "Go kneel by your wife's side,
there." He said, pointing. The guy scramred to obey,
this time. The head of his cock now slippery with
saliva, Alex quickly maneuvered himself in between
Casey's spread thighs, his large cock hovering just
over her pussy. "Now. Guide my cock into your wife." He
commanded.

One last time Darren seemed to resist. Seemed to
struggle with all his might. He managed to hold out for
nearly twenty seconds, which was actually quite
impressive, though the screams Alex could hear him
biting back on lessened the impressiveness a bit.

Finally though, a broken look on his face, his hand
shot out to once more grasp the base of Alex's cock.
"Please don't make me do this." He begged, seemingly on
the verge of tears, even as he angled Alex's cock down
so that the head of the big stick brushed over the lips
of his wife's pussy. The saliva on Alex's cock had lost
a little of it's effectiveness in the time Darren had
spent resisting, but Casey's pussy still seemed fairly
juicy, as Alex felt when the guy positioned the head of
his cock against the entrance to her pussy.

"Please..." Darren begged, but just the same he was
pulling forward on Alex's cock, trying to push the head
into his wife's pussy. Alex shifted his hips
accordingly, and though it took a few seconds he
finally felt her tight cunt stretch open and the head
of his cock slide into her.

Darren released his cock like the thing had been
burning him, staring horrified at where the big stick
was now partially buried inside his wife's hole. "Watch
very close, and play with her clit in the meantime." He
told the guy as he began to press his hips forward. As
he felt his big cock begin to slide into Casey's tight
married cunt, inch by inch, Darren's hand moved in to
begin playing with her clit, his index finger beginning
to quickly slide back and forth over it.

Casey's gasps just grew louder as more and more of the
large stick vanished into her wet pussy, especially as
the sixth inch disappeared inside her and still more
continued to slide steadily into her cunt. It was only
a few seconds later before his big dick was buried to
the hilt inside her, her husband's finger toying with
her clit while her pussy got stretched nice and wide.

He could see a little pain on her face, but it was also
mixed in with pleasure, and without hesitation he began
to pump his hips, working his very large cock deeply in
and out of her hot married hole. He kept a slow pace at
first, but steadily over time he picked up the speed of
his pumping, driving his huge rod smoothly back and
forth inside her.

In less then a minute the pain had vanished from her
face, and only pleasure remained, her gasps having
turned to moans. "Casey, I want you to tell your
husband precisely how it feels." He told her, before
picking his pace up another notch, beginning to really
drill his thick stick in and out of her wet pussy, her
husband's finger moving rapidly over her clit.

A deep blush spread over her face, but just the same
she began to speak. "Uh, Darren.. His cock is so big
inside me. It's stretching me to the limit, but it
feels so fucking good. And your finger on my clit..
Uh.. His big cock is so fucking good." She panted out
as Alex hammered his large thick cock deeply in and out
of her pussy, Darren's expression was completely
***d but his finger still continued to work swiftly
back and forth over his wife's clit, seemingly unable
to take his eyes from the sight of Alex's big dick
steadily vanishing into his wife's cunt, only to slide
almost all the way out and then vanish right back into
her.

"Mmm, fuck me with your big cock." Casey shot at Alex,
seemingly getting into the whole talking thing. "Keep
playing with my clit, honey. His cock is driving me
crazy." She moaned out, her own hands reaching in to
begin rhythmically squeezing her tits as Alex's long
thick rod pumped smoothly in and out of her tight wet
pussy.

Occasionally he could see her fingers move in to pinch
her nipples, but for the most part she just stroked and
squeezed her large breasts, and that in conjunction
with Darren's finger teasing her horny little button
was enough to keep her juices almost flooding around
his stick.

"Tell Darren. Does my cock feel better then his?" Alex
asked as he rammed his huge dick to the hilt inside her
tight little hole, his balls slapping steadily against
her ass as he fucked the married woman in long hard
strokes.

Once more Casey blushed, but once more she talked just
the same. "Oh, Darren, I'm sorry, but it does.." She
whimpered out, her hands continuing to maul her tits.
"It's just so fucking big. It's so thick inside me,
it's stretching me so much more. And it's going so
deep..." She panted, Darren practically wincing with
every word, but his finger continuing to slide steadily
over her clit none the less. "Uh.. Uh!" Casey moaned
out, her eyes meeting Alex's and remaining locked
there. "Oh.. Yeah, fuck me.. Fuck me!" She cried out as
he hammered his large staff swiftly back and forth
inside her tight pussy, the full length of his shaft
coated with her juices on every outstroke.

Her hands finally released her tits and moved up to
grasp the headboard at the top of the bed. A few holes
in the wood allowed her hands room and it was obvious
she was gripping it tightly as he pumped his thick dick
home inside her wet cunt. He could see her biting her
lower lip, and her erect nipples were pointing at the
ceiling as her large breasts bounced slightly in time
with his hips slamming against hers, his long hard cock
being driven swiftly in and out of her hot married
hole.

"Oh God, Darren, I'm gonna cum.. I'm gonna cum on his
big dick..." Casey groaned, her hands tight against the
headboard as he screwed his very large stick deeply in
and out of her velvety pussy. This time Darren's wince
was pronounced, but the movement of his finger over her
clit actually seemed to speed up, flickering swiftly
back and forth over the stiff nubbin.

Alex just smiled as Casey's hips began to thrust back
at him, the woman trying to get as much of his big dick
into her as she could, before finally her back arched
slightly, and he could feel her tight cunt begin to
convulse around his stiff rod. At first the woman's
mouth just opened wide in a soundless cry with the
first few seconds of her pussy spasming around his
dick.

Finally the noises began to admit from her throat, so
loud they were almost screeches. The shocked look on
Darren's face showed she wasn't usually that loud with
him, and that only caused Alex's smile to widen as he
continued to drive his cock back and forth inside the
man's wife, until finally she began to calm.

As the woman lay there, panting in long deep breaths,
Alex very slowly drew his dick out of her, just
watching his long shaft reappear from inside her pussy,
soaked in her juices. As his cock finally slid all the
way out of her, Alex just raised his hand towards the
both of them. "Wait here. And don't dress." He told
them, letting them see the symbol flare.

Then, still smiling, he turned to walk out of the room.
He'd seen something as he was approaching the house
that had suddenly sparked an idea in him. There was a
sliding glass door on the side of the house, and it was
that one he approached. Flicking open the lock, he slid
the door open and stepped out. He was still naked, and
his cock was still hard as a rock, but it was dark and
he wasn't really worried about being seen.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and let out a
slow hiss. It wasn't like a snake hiss, or even a cat
hiss, but more a natural noise he'd been able to make
even before he'd gained his powers. It was just that
now that he had the power, the hiss actually
accomplished something. There was a bark on the other
side of the fence at the side of the yard. Then
another. Once more Alex drew in a deep breath and
hissed. There was a pause, and then suddenly a german
shepherd came bounding around the edge of the fence at
the front of the yard.

The german shepherd paused for a second and then began
to approach him warily. Alex let out a third hiss,
longer this time. Immediately on hearing it the dog
bounded over, just staring up at him with it's tongue
lolling out. Alex just lifted a finger to point inside,
and the dog darted through the doorway and in without
hesitation. Besides the ability to bond with humans,
the unbelievably enhanced strength speed and rate of
healing, and the power to change his own physical
features, this was the one other real power he'd
discovered himself to have.

So long as he could make the hissing sound, and an
natural could hear him, he could control it. It wasn't
like speaking to the naturals, because he couldn't
understand the noises they made any better, nor could
he even really understand what he himself was saying
with the hiss. He just knew that if he made the noise
with what he wanted in mind, the natural would obey.

Striding back inside the house himself, he once more
closed and locked the sliding glass door. The dog just
stood there, panting as it watched him. Alex just
emitted a quick sharp hiss and took off back down the
hall towards the bedroom. The dog followed in his wake,
matching his speed almost exactly. As he once more
entered the bedroom, Casey and Darren both looked up.
And then past him, to where the dog was following him
in.

"Baxter?" Casey exclaimed in surprise. Alex took that
to mean that that was the dog's name. He never really
liked it much when naturals were given human names, but
it wasn't something worth complaining about at the
moment. "What's the Thompmister's dog doing in here?"
Casey went on, her gaze shifting back to Alex. He
simply smiled serenely at her, and she just stared at
him for a few seconds, then suddenly her eyes went
really wide. "No... You can't mean to..." She started
to say, when Alex cut her off.

"Let him fuck you? Of course I do." He told her, before
just pointing at the ground at the foot of the bed. "I
want you on your hands and knees." He didn't use his
power this time, and so he wasn't really surprised when
she started to move, and then hesitated. And then, with
a shocked look, she actually laid back.

"No." Darren said, a look of rage on his face.

"Look, Darren. If you really want, after all this is
over, I'll let you take a shot at me and show you just
how futile an idea that is. But for now, I'm going to
have fun. So be still, and be silent." He told the guy,
making a real command out of the last line this time,
before glancing back at Casey, who showed no signs of
moving. Once more he pointed.

"Move over there, and get on your hands and knees." He
told her, feeling the symbol flare against his palm as
he put his power into it this time. This time she just
laid there, staring at him.. For a few seconds, and
then suddenly with a gasp she was in motion, scrambling
quickly off the bed and to the spot he'd indicated.
With a wince she dropped to her knees before leaning
forward on her hands, her eyes fixing themselves on the
dog and her expression becoming very tense.

"Please, I'll give you whatever you want, but don't
make me do anything with the dog." She pleaded, though
her eyes didn't shift to Alex. For his part Baxter had
just been standing there the entire time, looking on
and panting.

"The fact is, Casey, that I'm going to get whatever I
want anyways. So you really should just relax and try
and enjoy it, because I'm not giving you a choice in
the matter. All you get to decide is whether it's hard
on you, or easy." Alex informed her with a grin. "Now
spread your legs a bit." He commanded, waiting until
she reluctantly followed his instructions before once
more he emitted a soft hiss.

Immediately the german shepherd walked around him,
trotting over and behind Casey. The dog tilted it's
head in, beginning to sniff at the woman's crotch. Alex
just emitted another short hiss though, and just like
that the dog's long tongue suddenly went to work. The
first couple licks the dog's tongue seemed to just
glide over the blonde woman's pussy, before they
increased in strength and pace, until the german
shepherd was lapping at the exposed cunt before him
like he was dying of thirst and Casey's pussy contained
the nectar of life.

Alex could see the dog's rough tongue rasping over the
woman's clit with every trip it took along her cunt,
and though she was obviously trying to resist he could
tell she was starting to respond. It started with
barely perceptible motions of her hips with the dog's
lapping at her pussy, but after several seconds she
finally gave in, a soft groan issuing from her as her
hips began to undulate more strongly against the
motions of the tongue behind her. Alex just smiled as
he walked over, dropping to his knees in front of the
woman as he listened to her softly moan.

Reaching down, he gently cupped her chin in the palm of
his right hand and tilted her head up until she was
staring up into his eyes. As he kept his eyes locked on
hers, he let out one more soft hiss, this one drawn
out. The tongue at Casey's cunt immediately vanished as
the dog reared up, it's hard cock now clearly exposed
from it's sheath. It wasn't quite as big as Alex's, but
it was a good nine inches long if only a couple inches
thick.

As Alex continued to hiss, Baxter wrapped his paws
around the woman's waist, his hind legs almost dancing
forward. Casey's eyes just went wide as the dog began
thrusting at her pussy, the tip of it's hot red cock
poking her a few times, desperately seeking her hole,
before she suddenly let out a loud gasp as it hit the
mark and began to quickly sink into her. The dog didn't
waste any time, burying the full length of it's long
hard cock into the blonde woman's pussy in one swift
stroke. Immediately the dog seemed to kick it into
overdrive, it's hips moving far faster then any human's
would have as it drove it's angry red cock quickly back
and forth inside the married woman's cunt, it's upper
body hugging her back as it screwed it's big dick
swiftly in and out of her.

Releasing her chin, Alex just smiled as he moved his
hand to grab the base of his cock. Casey's eyes shifted
from his eyes to follow the movement, small gasps and
moans still escaping her throat as her eyes fixed on
his thick shaft. Moving his hips forward a bit, Alex
guided his cock forward until the head was less then an
inch away from the woman's lips.

Staring at it a few more seconds, she finally just
opened her mouth without being told and tilted her head
in, capturing the head of his dick between her lips.
Releasing the base of his cock, Alex just watched as
the woman began to bob her head, one of her hands
lifting from the ground and wrapping itself around his
thigh to help hold her balance as she began to work the
first three inches or so of his large dick in and out
of her mouth, the dog's hips jack hammering against
hers from behind as it drove it's cock back and forth
inside her hot pussy.

Darren was still wisely following orders, remaining
quiet and unmoving on the bed, but if looks could *******,
it was obvious from his stare that he'd have ***ed
Alex a hundred times over. Alex just winked at the guy
as the man's wife sucked his cock. He could feel
Casey's tongue running along the underside of his shaft
as her head bobbed back and forth along the first few
inches of his dick, the hard shaft steadily vanishing
between her red lips.

He wondered if she could taste herself on his cock from
her earlier fucking, or if she was too busy to even
care. Her moans had grown even louder around his stick,
and he could see the dog pounding into her hard and
fast, the long red doggie cock flashing in and out of
her hot wet pussy.

"See how much of a slut your wife can be when she just
gives herself a chance?" he asked the man on the bed,
not expecting an answer and not getting one. Casey
however blushed a deep red, but that didn't stop her
hand from gripping his thigh even tighter as the german
shepherd rammed it's big dick deep into her pussy,
before pulling it about halfway out and then slamming
it back into her, the movements almost lightning-quick.
Alex had to issue a quick sharp hiss as something
occurred to him, though. He didn't want the dog tying
with her. And his command alone would be enough for the
dog to keep it's knot from slipping into her.

"Do you like being fucked by a dog, Casey?" Alex
murmured to her, his smile turning sadistic. "I bet you
love being made into a slut, don't you? Having even a
dog's dick do more for your pussy then your husband's
could." Alex went on, the woman continuing to blush as
her lips slid quickly back and forth along his thick
rod, taking his cock a little deeper now then she had
been before. And Baxter seemed to be having the time of
his life.

The dog's tongue was still lolling out as he hammered
his hard doggie cock back and forth within the blonde
woman's cunt, his furry body rubbing against hers as he
slammed his long red staff deep into her again and
again. He didn't give any sign he was cumming, though.

One second he was pumping his cock in and out of her
pussy, and the next he'd suddenly pulled out of her,
the dog walking a few feet away before laying down and
beginning to lick himself. Alex just let out another
soft hiss. Immediately the dog was on it's feet and
bounding back out of the room, on it's way back to it's
own yard.

Alex reached down and once more grabbed the base of his
cock, drawing it slowly out of the woman's mouth. She
looked up at his face, an edge of horniness to her
features, she'd enjoyed being fucked by the dog
alright. Slowly Alex began to stroke his hand up and
down along the length of his cock. He was close, but
he'd last a little longer. "Tell me Casey.. Are you a
slut for big cocks? Even doggie cocks?"

Once more the woman blushed, and this time she cast a
quick glance towards her husband on the bed, but after
a couple seconds she turned her eyes back to him,
taking a deep breath before replying. "I'm a slut for
big cocks." She agreed, her eyes suddenly shifting
towards the floor. "Even doggie cocks."

"Good. Now turn around." Alex commanded. Quickly Casey
moved to comply, shifting around to face the other
direction and presenting her pussy and ass to him. He
could see some of the dog's cum leaking from her cunt,
but that wasn't the hole that interested him at the
moment.

"Hold the cheeks of your ass open." He told her. It
wasn't a command though, so when she paused, he went
on. "Don't worry, I doubt your ass could handle my
entire cock without some work, so I'm just going to
make use of it in a different sense." He saw her upper
body tilt down a bit, her hands hesitantly reaching
around to grasp the cheeks of her ass and spread them
apart, causing her asshole to be openly exposed to him.

Without hesitation he moved in behind her, guiding his
cock in. A decent amount of her saliva still coated his
shaft as the head of his big dick came to rest against
her asshole, but even as he started to press his hips
forward it was still tough going. He could feel her
body tense, and she was emitting soft gasps, but after
awhile her tight butt finally stretched open as the
head of his thick cock slid into her. He could hear her
issue a soft whimper of pain, but he intended to keep
his promise. He only slid his hips forward enough to
work a couple inches of his hard staff into her before
pausing.

Grinning, he resumed stroking his cock. At least the
large portion of the shaft that remained outside her.
The sight of the tip of his cock buried inside her ass
though, as well as the feel of her warm tunnel around
the first couple inches of his stick, was enough to
greatly enhance the pleasure of it as he worked his
hand quickly back and forth along his thick rod.

It didn't take long before he felt the pleasure build,
and then his cock jerk slightly as jet after jet of his
hot cum began to shoot into her ass. Alex just tilted
his head back as more and more of his pearly cum
sprayed over the insides of the married woman's butt,
his hips moving forward just a bit as he came so that a
third inch of his cock slid into her as well, but
finally he began to calm. Slowly but surely he drew his
cock back out of her, the head still leaking the last
dribble of cum as it slid out of her ass. Chuckling
softly, he rose to his feet as she partially collapsed
forward.

Idly turning towards Darren, he watched the man for a
few seconds before addressing him. "You can move and
speak as you wish." He finally said, feeling the symbol
flare against his palm.

"YOU BASTARD!" Darren shouted as he leaped off the bed,
lunging forward with both hands outstretched towards
Alex's throat. Alex waited 'till the last second before
going into motion. Pumping his speed and strength up
several notches, Alex swiftly brought one arm up,
knocking both Darren's arms cleanly aside in a fraction
of a second. Immediately after his hand shot forward,
grasping the man by the throat and lifting him off his
feet. Darren had about thirty pounds on him, but for
Alex it was effortless to lift the man about a foot off
the ground and hold him there.

Darren went from attacking to obligation just like that.
While he hadn't been able to see Alex's movement, the
moment he realized precisely why he was obligation, his
first instinct was apparently to lash out. Though the
guy tried to kick him, Alex barely even felt it. It was
like he could feel the impact against his skin, but
before the pain could kick in it was already gone.
After all, pain was just the body's warning system.
When your body healed itself before the pain actually
began, there was no longer any reamister for the pain at
all.

It took about fifteen seconds of Darren continuously
lashing out with his feet at Alex before the man
finally gave up. At that point his hands just went to
Alex's and started trying to pry it away from his
throat. Casey noticed the proceedings only a few
seconds after they began, and as soon as she did she
was on her feet pretty quickly herself, screaming at
Alex to let him go

Alex for the most part ignored her, but another ten
seconds or so after Darren had started trying to pull
his hand off his throat, he suddenly felt her arms wrap
themselves around him from behind. She was trying to
drag him away from Darren. A pathetic attempt, given
the lengths of her strength, but it was enough to
aggravate him.

In one smooth he threw Darren onto the bed. He only
used a fraction of his strength, but it was still
enough to make the bed creak dangerously loudly, as if
it was on the verge of collapsing, and enough to send
Darren rebounding into the air a couple feet before
landing back on it. With one smooth motion Alex grasped
Casey's hands by the wrists and jerked them away from
him.

He was conscious of the feel of her large breasts
pressing against his back, but he wasn't in the mood
for any more play of that variety at the moment.
Spinning around at inhuman speed, he quickly grasped
both her hands in his, and used his strength to begin
to slowly power her downwards.

With a cry of pain she dropped to her knees. Staring
down into her eyes, he applied steadily growing
pressure on her hands, gripping them tighter and
tighter. The loud screech she issued made it clear that
she felt just how close he was coming to crushing the
bones in her hands. He didn't want to do any permanent
damage though, so he kept the pressure just below the
threshold of what the bones could withstand. At least,
until he heard the bed creak as Darren rose up off it
behind him.

He didn't need to see the guy to know he was rushing to
try and rescue his wife. Releasing Casey's hands, Alex
once more went into a speed far beyond anything a human
could hope to come close to. Spinning, he lashed out
with his right arm, towards the stomach of the man who
had closed to within a few feet of him.

Alex had to withhold a large portion of his strength to
once more avoid doing permanent damage, but just the
same he drove his fist into Darren's stomach. It was
still harder then the vast majority of human's could
hit, and it clearly took the wind out of the guy, who
dropped to his knees clutching his stomach.

"Now do you see why it's futile to attack me?" Alex
queried of them both, moving to begin collecting his
clothes from around the room.

"What are you?" Casey asked in a pitiful voice. It was
a question Darren had asked earlier, but for some
reamister Alex felt more inclined to answer it now. Or at
least, to give it a half-answer.

"Not human." Alex replied simply, it was answer enough.

It was as he was actually pulling his clothes back on
that Darren managed to recover enough to speak. "You're
some.. Some kind of demon.." he panted out, his anger
still clear in his tone.

That was enough to bring a smile to Alex's face. He
took it almost as a compliment. "Not quite. But close
enough." He told them, before striding over to the
bedroom door, fully dressed once again. On reaching it,
though, he paused and turned to look back at them. "I'm
not done with you two yet. Not by a long shot. I won't
say to go about your lives as normal, because that
might not be entirely possible after all this."

He tossed a smirk Casey's way with that, before going
on. "But you will stay in the area. You won't try to
run. Because if you do, I can and will find you. It
will annoy me a great deal having to waste my time to
do it, but I will find you, have no doubt about that.
And when I do, I promise you. You'll be begging to die
by the time I'm through with you, because by that point
death will be the only mercy left for you to hope for."
And with that, he turned and strode out.

***

Kael had been the name of the one who'd bonded him,
though the being had pronounced it Kyle at that point
in time. He'd been two hundred and forty-two when he
had come across Alex, though Alex hadn't found that out
'till later. He'd wound up bonded and a virtual slave
for nearly 8 months when he had finally overcome the
power that had been holding him. He'd simply had to
realize a certain truth, and all of a sudden the fear,
while it was still there, was no longer beyond his
control.

And the moment he'd been able to control the fear, he'd
been able to seize control of the power as well. And in
that moment he'd gained everything that Kael had known,
or at least, very close to everything. Reduced to a
human, Kael had no defense when Alex handed him over to
the others the guy had had bonded at the time. He
hadn't lasted the night.

Kael had done far worse to the one who'd bonded him,
hundreds of years before, the one he'd overcome. Alex
got the impression that the power had been handed down
over a fair number of generations, but that was where
the limit of the knowledge he'd gained kicked in.

When Kael had seized control of the power, he had
obtained all the knowledge of the one who'd held it
before him. And when Alex had taken it from Kael, he'd
gained all the knowledge that Kael had possessed, but
it didn't include the knowledge Kael had gained from
the one before.

He only got the memories of the being himself, and none
of those that had been passed down before him, none of
the ones that had been absorbed. It had been enough to
tell him what he was capable of, what his limitations
were, and the like. But it kept from him the knowledge
of the curse's origin, why it existed, and how long it
had been transferring from one permister to the next.

However, there were a couple points that seemed to have
made it through even though Kael didn't have the
necessary experience himself to transfer it on as a
permisteral memory. One was a sort of instinctual warning.
There were beings, powerful beings, that were hunting
them. There had been more who possessed the curse once,
but most had been destroyed.

Alex had no idea how many were left, but the tidbit of
knowledge made it clear that whatever the powerful
beings were, they would be able to destroy him with
ease if they discovered him. He had to be at least a
little discreet, he couldn't let who and what he was
come out into the open where they might find him.

The second point was that they'd been more powerful
once, the ones that had held the curse before him, long
ago. But that something had happened somewhere down the
line that had caused their power to be reduced. He had
no idea what it had been, but somehow he knew it to be
truth.

There were a few faint memories in the knowledge he'd
gained from Kael, memories of over the course of the
years coming into contact with people who somehow felt
different. Like they had a faint aura about them. A
shadowy outline. Kael had been careful to avoid them
and not be discovered, though he was unsure of who or
what they were. Only that the only thing he feared were
the beings that had supposedly hunted their kind long
before. Though he had no idea if those people were
them, he did know that whatever they were those people
didn't feel human somehow, and that was enough to cause
him to steer clear of them just on the chance that they
might be the ones with the power to destroy him.

Otherwise, he had had nothing he needed to fear. Kael's
memories clearly stated that he was virtually immortal.
Kael hadn't aged a single day since he'd gained control
of the power. And he'd taken quite a bit of damage over
the course of his life. He'd been shot a number of
times, inadvertently dismembered once, and blown up on
two occasions.

Even though one of those explosions had blown him
practically to pieces, he'd still found his body
somehow regenerating itself. He wasn't even sure which
of his old remaining parts he'd started as, but soon
enough he was whole again, with the remainder of his
former body parts brownietered around him. There didn't
seem to be a human weapon truly capable of *******ing him,
at least not that he'd encountered. The existence of
the atom bomb, and later nuclear weapons, had made Kael
wonder though. He'd never been sure if a nuclear blast
would be able to wipe him out completely enough to
render him unable to regenerate.

And the speed and strength that came with the power
were beyond belief. When he chose to use them, there
wasn't a vehicle on earth that Alex wouldn't be able to
outrun with ease, and very few machines that would be
able to match his strength. His only real
vulnerabilities were the even more powerful beings that
were supposedly out there, somewhere, and... The ones
he bonded.

Kael's memory of having done the exact same to the one
before him had been enough to confirm for Alex the
knowledge that the way he'd gained the power himself
was indeed how the curse was transferred from one
permister to another. And he knew that eventually,
somewhere in the distant future so long as kept bonding
people someone would inevitably take the power from
him. Still, the urge to bring people completely under
his control was a difficult one to resist, even if he
knew it would bring about his demise one day.

Once more he was sitting in his apartment, late at
night. He found he needed very little relax anymore. At
one point he'd stayed up for nine days straight without
relax. Usually if he just grabbed a short nap here and
there he could stay up indefinitely.

The apartment itself was pretty expensive. About a year
and a half before he had spotted a quite wealthy man
a***ing waitresses at a restaurant he'd been eating at.
It had only been verbally of course, but it had still
been enough to draw Alex's attention. By the week's end
he'd had strong bonds not only on the man himself, but
on his wife and youngren. After a few days spent
exhibiting his control over the family, he'd given the
man an option.

The chance to purchase his and his family's freedom.
Alex had felt fifty million was a fair price, and the
man had apparently agreed with him, as he'd paid. In
the days prior Alex had made it a point to display to
the man just how powerful he actually was, just how
resilient to harm, just how inhuman. He'd offered the
man fair enough warning, if word of the transfer got to
any form of authorities, Alex would be back, and the
man's family would pay the price. Alex figured he could
comfortably live on the money he had sitting in the
bank for quite some time before he'd need to pull that
one again.

The misterg "Engel" by Rammstein was playing on his stereo
at the moment. Alex couldn't understand the lyrics, but
the music was enough to help relax him. And it was a
good misterg, even if the lyrics were in a language he
didn't speak. Taking a deep breath and leaning back on
his couch, Alex pondered what he should do next.
Already he was starting to feel kind of bored, but he
didn't want to bond anyone else new just yet. And he
didn't feel like returning to take further advantage of
Casey and Darren for another day or two at least.

Then it occurred to him. It had been about a week since
he'd checked up on Rae, a girl he'd bonded just after
arriving in town. Aside from Casey and Darren she was
the only one he had bonded in this particular city.
He'd had quite a bit for fun with her for a little over
a couple weeks before he'd decided to give her a break
and move on to someone else.

But a break was just that, he'd never intended to leave
her alone indefinitely. Through the bond he could feel
her, and it was enough to tell him that she was
currently on duty at her job at a motel. She worked the
night shift. With a smile, Alex decided it was time to
pay her a little visit.

***

As Alex walked through the doors to the reception area
of the motel, he spotted the girl in question standing
behind the counter. She was of Japanese descent, with
dark hair and eyes that only seemed to accentuate a
beautiful face. Her breasts were on the small side,
barely more then an A-cup, but Alex didn't mind much.
Rae was actually just a shortened version of her given
name that she went by instead, but he couldn't remember
what her given name actually was. Luckily the motel was
small enough to only have one permister working the desk
on the night shift.

"Rae." Alex greeted her as he strode up to the desk,
just as she looked up to spot him. The reaction was
immediate, the widening of the eyes, the fear suddenly
tingeing her expression, she even sorry backed
up a step. Alex kinda liked having that effect on
people. "Happy to see me, are we?" he mocked with a
grin as he laid his arms on the counter, just staring
at her.

She just stared back at him for a minute before finally
she whispered, "Yes sir." It was an obvious lie, but
she was too scared to do otherwise. The fear he sensed
in her was almost palpable, just his presence alone was
enough to terrify her, and he hadn't even done anything
yet.

"Now, now, Rae. We both know you're not, but I don't
mind. Still, I'm sure you've been thinking about me
this past week." Alex murmured, the girl standing
almost frozen across the counter from him, vaguely like
a deer caught in headlights.

"Yes, sir." She repeated quietly.

"And how have things been, since we last saw each
other?" Alex queried, tilting his head ever so slightly
to the side as he watched her.

"They've.." She said, before pausing, apparently unsure
of how to answer the question. All he had to do was
narrow his eyes slightly, though, and she was suddenly
rushing to answer. "Uhm... They've been fine, I guess..
Sir.." She quickly tacked the word onto the end. There
was the tiniest hint of an accent to her voice, but it
only served to make her cuter.

"Good." He commented, suddenly reaching up to brush the
index finger of his right hand along her cheek. She
seemed like she wanted to recoil when he made contact,
but just the same she resisted and didn't try to pull
away from him. "Much activity around this place so far
tonight?" he asked as he pulled his hand back.

"No, sir. I've only seen a couple people so far
tonight, and they were right after I came on duty." She
told him.

He could see two figures about halfway down the alley,
but it was dark enough that he couldn't make out much
about them. Striding carelessly towards them, he could
make out one of the figures whispering sharply to the
other, but the whispers suddenly cut short as he
approached to within about twenty feet of them. As one
of the figures turned to face him, Alex could now make
out the shape of a gun in their hands, though it was
still pointed towards the second figure.

"This is none of your business. Get lost." The first
figure shot at him.

"I say what is and isn't my business, not you." Alex
replied steadily, continuing to walk towards them. As
he came within five feet, the first figure quickly
turned to level the gun at him, and he could finally
make them out. It was a boy, probably only fifteen or
sixteen, his hair spiked in front and frosted with
blonde tips.

"Fine. You wanna get mixed up in this? Then you can
give me your wallet too." The boy said coldly. Alex
suddenly noticed the black object clutched in the
second figure's right hand. A wallet. Ahhhh, a robbery.
He'd kinda been hoping for something more interesting,
but he could work with this.

"You sure you wanna do this, kid?" Alex asked the boy
with a smile.

"Don't fucking call me kid. Shut up and give me the
fucking wallet." The boy demanded, holding out his free
hand.

"Wrong answer." Alex said softly. What he did next took
a fraction of a second. The next thing the boy knew he
was staring down the barrel of his own gun, which was
now in Alex's hand, not his. His eyes hadn't even been
able to come close to following Alex's movement in
taking it from him.

"What the fuck..." The boy whispered, staggering back a
step.

"Be very still kid, I wouldn't want you to make two
mistakes back-to-back. You try and run, and you die. We
clear?" Alex asked calmly, stopping the boy in his
tracks and after a few seconds drawing a slow nod out
of him. "Now you." Alex murmured, shifting his
attention to the guy who had his back pressed against
the wall of one of the buildings the alley was stuck
between, his wallet still in his hands.

"I suggest you leave. I've got things under control
here. If you're smart you'll go now while the going is
still good." The guy apparently didn't need to be told
twice, as he took off for the mouth of the alley at a
run.

"What are you going to do to me?" the boy asked as the
man disappeared out of the alley and around a corner,
his nervousness apparent in his voice and his eyes
locked on the gun. "I wasn't gonna hurt him, you know.
I was just trying to scare him."

"If you just wanted to scare him, you wouldn't have
loaded the gun. And if the gun wasn't loaded, you
wouldn't be on edge right now from having it pointed at
you. So you were obviously prepared to take things a
step beyond fear if things didn't go your way." Alex
replied with a smirk.

"No! I swear! I wouldn't have hurt anyone.. Please.."
The boy said, a note of desperation suddenly making
it's way into his voice.

"Shut up kid. I don't want to hear your bullcuckolds brownie right
now. I'm going to talk, and you're going to listen,
alright?" Alex asked in a slightly agitated voice.
Again the kid paused a few seconds before giving a slow
nod.

"You know, I wouldn't be annoyed with you right now if
you'd tried to be a decent criminal. I mean, if you'd
tried to pull off a crime that required some real
talent, that would be fine, I wouldn't care. You
could've broken into an art museum and stolen some
valuable painting.

"Tried to break into some high-security mansion to take
the cash and jewels they had hidden away. Hell, if you
wanted to be really risky, you could've even tried to
rob a bank and empty the vault before the cops showed
up. If you'd have just done something that required
some real effort and ability I'd have sat back and
appreciated the work for what it was. A show of s*******."
Alex said, before just fixing the boy with a cold
stare.

"But what kind of a lazy little bitch just points a gun
at a guy and demands his money? What is there in that
to respect? It doesn't take any s*******. Any planning or
thought. It doesn't take even an ounce of competence,
or the slightest proficiency in anything." Alex raged
on, starting to get the idea that he was ranting.

"I..." The boy said, apparently unsure of quite how to
respond to that. After a few seconds, he finally
mumred out "I'm sorry." In a worried tone.

"Hell, I'm even a thief myself to some extent, though
my case was more like blackmail. Still, I got millions
out of it, and at least I used a.. Very special talent
that I might well be the only one in the world to
possess, and I had a lot of fun with the guy and his
family first. You, you just aim for a minute or less
jack-and-run, and the only thing you've got going for
you is a gun. Something anyone and their lady could
get a hold of. You see what I'm getting at, here?" he
queried, gesturing slightly with the gun as he spoke.

"Y.. Yes, sir." The boy half-stuttered. Though at the
moment Alex sort of got the impression that the boy
would've answered yes to any question that seemed to
want a yes answer, regardless of the truth.

Alex just shook his head. "I'm just wasting my breath.
Your just another punk who thinks the gun is where the
power is, and who thinks that holding the gun gives
them that power. That's your mistake, kid. If you can't
find some strength, some ability within yourself. Or if
you can't at the very least train yourself until you
can display some real s******* at something... Then you
are absolutely nothing, even with the gun. Because when
you depend on the gun for your power, it can be taken
from you just like.."

He took that moment to wave the gun right in front of
the kid's face while snapping his fingers with his free
hand. "That. And then your left with nothing. Just
fear, and weakness." He took a step towards the kid,
who seemed to impulsively take a step back away from
him.

"I told you not to move, kid." Alex continued, smiling
a grim smile. "Now, there's only one true way to show
someone why they shouldn't depend on something outside
themselves for their strength. And that's to display to
them just how weak they are without it." Idly he
shifted the gun down, towards the boy's kneecap. Alex
didn't bother moving beyond human speed, but still the
kid didn't have a chance to get away before he fired.
The boy did manage to move just enough so that the
bullet entered the top of his shin, though, rather then
his knee. Almost at once he hit the ground with a
sudden scream, a dark stain spreading over his jeans
where the bullet passed through.

It was only a few seconds later that a second stain
began to spread over the front of the kid's pants, a
ways further up. The combination of the pain and
renewed fear had apparently been enough to make the boy
piss himself. The sight caused a feeling of disgust to
well up inside Alex, but not for the usual reamisters.
Kneeling not far from the kid, Alex once more took aim
with the gun.

"Pathetic. You know, being made into a slave and
physically and emotionally ***d for several months
a few years back, and having my eventual escape be
based solely on my managing to rip the power away from
the one who held it over me... It taught me something.
Caused a very particular change in me. And now..." Alex
murmured, pressing the muzzle of the gun against the
boy's temple. "I abhor weakness." He said just before
he pulled the trigger.

The boy wasn't the first permister he'd *******ed. Nor, Alex
was sure, would he be the last. It was strange. Before
he'd met Kael, he'd never have been able to bring
himself to ******* a human being. And admittedly being
bonded by Kael had had a drastic effect on him. But
that wasn't why he was able to ******* without conscience,
these days. No, he had Kael's memories to thank for
that.

The memories of everything the man had done before, the
memories of all the people he had *******ed in his time
with the power. Somehow, it was profoundly
desensitizing to remember so much pain and death. It
was hard to feel any sympathy for someone when you had
memories of committing more ***s then you could
count on your extremities a few times over. They might
be someone else's memories, but they were all in the
first permister. He saw them all through Kael's eyes.

Bringing his attention back to the world around him,
Alex knew that the gunshots had been heard. Someone had
more then likely called the police. He probably had
another two or three minutes before they showed up,
maybe a little more. But when they arrived he wouldn't
be there.

Crouching slightly, Alex shifted his weight and judged
the distance before leaping upwards. The buildings
hedging the alley were only one story, so it made
clearing the roof quite easy. He'd controlled the
strength of his push off as much as possible, but still
he went a good six feet higher then he'd been trying
for, just the same though he soared over the edge of
the roof just as he was reaching the height of his
jump.

Then gravity reasserted itself, and he was falling.
With the extra six feet, he was a good nine feet above
the roof, but that still wasn't that far to drop. He
landed on the roof cleanly, without the slightest
impact effect. He knew that anyone standing directly
below in the building might well have heard him, but he
wasn't falling fast enough for the roof to suffer any
damage. Turning slightly, he set his eyes on a building
across the street.

He was only halfway across the roof, so he had some
running room. He had to be very careful of his speed,
but just the same he took off across the roof, his legs
pumping beneath him, before just as he was about to
reach the edge he launched himself forward. It wasn't
like some movies made it seem. When you were jumping
between buildings of about equal size, you didn't
really need to put much height into your jump, so long
as you had enough speed and momentum.

He didn't rise any higher then five or so feet above
the rooftops, but he was flying forward fast enough
that by the time gravity pulled him back down he was
already nearly halfway over the roof he'd been aiming
for, which caused him to have to dig in on landing to
neutralize the forward momentum he was still carrying
with him. Just as soon as he'd steadied himself though,
he'd shifted to pick his next target, and once more
broke into a short run before jumping.

He'd done this before a few times. Leaping from rooftop
to rooftop. It wasn't quite as fun as he'd originally
thought it would be. There was a lot of control
required in order not to over or undershoot the target.
Especially if the target you were aiming for was at
least a couple stories higher then the roof you were
on. In such a case you didn't want to clear the roof
you were aiming for by too much, but that made judging
momentum much more difficult.

You wanted to have just enough that you cleared the
edge of the roof at the apex of the jump or just after.
Too little momentum and you fell short of the edge. Too
much and you slammed into the building before clearing
it. Just the same, Alex had only actually missed once.
It had been during his first series of rooftop jumps, a
couple months after he'd gained his power. He could
only use this particular method of travel on fairly
dark nights though, never during the day. It wouldn't
do for some bystander to look up and see one figure
flying between rooftops.

His speed, the distance, and the angle ensured no one
would likely be able to identify him, but since he
could only use a fraction of his real speed he would
still be visible to anyone who looked up. He didn't
want to risk rumors getting out to the wrong ears.

It didn't take him long before he was standing across
the street from his apartment building. The one-story
deli beneath him actually had decent food, but at the
moment he wasn't hungry. Striding over to the edge of
the roof he dropped smoothly off the edge of it and
into another alley, though this one was partially
illuminated by a streetlight just outside it.

Once more he landed cleanly on his feet, his legs
absorbing the minor shock of the landing with ease.
Reaching down he lifted his shirt with his free hand
and tucked the gun into his waistband with the other.
He'd get rid of it later, when he felt the urge, he was
in no hurry. Dropping his shirt back down to hide the
handle of the gun, Alex put a smile on his face and
strode out of the alley and towards his apartment.

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Cuckold Couple Getting Into the Lifestyle:


My wife and I have shared this lifestyle for more than 14yrs now. We are now in our early 30ies. My first cucking came as a surprise to me.

We are high school sweethearts and each other’s 1st. When I was dating my wife, I made the comment to my best friend Joe that she was nervous and we had not done the deed yet. Surprisingly he responded, "If I couldn't tap it he would". Well it should not surprise me he bragged on many occasions of his conquests (some neighbor’s wives even). I always thought he was full of B.S.

Before too long my wife and I were takes with passion. Often ditching school to fuck, she was insatiable and always horny. I think it was her strict catholic upbringing, when sex happened her drive kicked the door down. Well as young, horny and stupid kids often do, we started playing with fire and had unsafe sex numerous occasions, which led to our first young, a beautiful mister.

Well I was faced very quickly my senior year to make grown-up decisions, and joined the military. Choices are very limited to a High School Kid, now with a family on the way. We were in times of peace, so I joined the Army. My wife and I said our goodbyes with her about 3mo pregnant for me to do my training.

I returned home before assignment for the birth of our young and to move us to where I was going to be stationed. The birth of my mister was a joyous occasion until that night.

My wife made a teary eyed confession, she had strayed while I was gone. I was hurt and angry, but had a family. I did some soul searching that night and still loved her and told her the next day I would forgive her and no more lies in our marriage. She was relieved, afraid of losing her newborn young and our marriage for the selfish act she admitted. I told her we would never talk of it again.

Well I could not let relaxing dogs lay, and over the course of the year dug the details from her. She told me in bits and pieces at first not wanting to stir up that time in our marriage.

Come to discover she met a neighbor at the market a few weeks after I left. She was lonely, depressed cause I was gone, disappointed in her weight gain (she was pregnant what did she expect), and horny. Anyway, this cute guy starts talking to her and discovers I am away. He says she should come over for a bbq at his house. So she goes over and he continually is bombarding her with compliments, telling her how lucky I am to have such a beautiful wife, ECT.... The party is winding down and he is hitting on her big time.

He reaches over and kisses her, she is shocked and struggles with her inner voice telling her to stop but her emotions and hormones are racing as she kisses him back. Soon they are the only ones in the front room as he is now fondling her, which leads to him sucking her breast. She feels his cock through his pants and is in a trance as she frees it and slides down and begins giving him a blowjob.

After he comes, she says she should go and attempts to leave but convinces her that he would like to return the favor and "orally" please her. She loves to be eaten and gives in. As she is cuming he slides up and slides in, she allows him and soon is moaning. He then turns her over doggie and begins the fucking her from behind.

It is after a few minutes of fucking that she notices the roommate has come out of his room and is watching them while wanking on his cock. This startles her and she attempts to get up but her lover holds her firm and increases the tempo, she is enjoying the fucking and watching the roommate, she has another orgasm.

The roommate moves to them and places his cock in her face; she opens her mouth and takes him. This went on the entire time she was pregnant. She would go over or they would come over and they would fuck daily (one or both of them).

I even listened to her (I thought fingering herself) over the phone with me while I was away, turned out it was the roommate eating her while she was talking to me. This went on until a few days before my mister was born, even when I came home she slipped away a couple of times.

She broke it off when reality came crashing in. She said what turned her on is she felt so dirty doing this, an erotic rush being naughty. I got these details slowly from her dragging them out from her over the course of a year. Each time always ended in INCREDIBLE sex. She confronted me one night after sex and asked me if the thought of her with another man turn me on. I was shocked when I was confronted with this self-examining question, yes I was.

It was then we decided we should do a mfm. I remembered what Joe told me a few years ago. I told my wife what he had said about her and she giggled like a schoolgirl, and said he was cute; she would love to have him and me together. I set it all up, we were going home to visit my folks and we would get a hotel. Well after talking to my parents, they said they would be out of town until 3 days after our arrival date. Either we could push it back or stay at the house or we would visit when they returned. Score I thought we could save on Hotel money! Therefore, I called Joe up and made the pitch, he would be happy to help us out

I remembered all the conquests he bragged of and did not want to risk any STD's with him so I told him he would have to wear a rubber under the guise that my wife was not on birth control. I did not tell my wife WHY I asked him to wear a rubber because I did not want to spook her (although she already showed me what a slut she could be). I told her he volunteered to wear rubbers, so the plans were set.

We arrived and soon the three of us were smoking weed sitting on the sofa talking about old times, sex, ECT. I started kissing her and fondling her. I unbuttoned the sundress she had on exposing her breast to him as he sat next to us. I watched as he moved his lips to my wife’s nipple and took it in his mouth. Soon I was sucking the other breast and caressing her face, and hair. She is moaning loudly as I move my hand to her pussy. I discover my friend has beaten me to her and is fingering her pussy.

It is then when my mister begins to cry and I leave them to settle our young. As I return, I hear...yes...oh YES yes! I discover him fucking her doggy. I move to them and see the rubbers still unopened. I remind him of the agreement and we get undressed as he puts on the first of the 3pack. I notice his cock is about the same as mine, average but nice and hard for her.

Anyways we spend the night taking turns fucking her pussy, mouth (sometimes together other times He/I watch the other. It does not take long before we are tired from traveling, the weed, the sex we all fall arelax in my old bed. I am awoken by whispers and giggles early in the morning.

I pretend to be arelax as I hear him tell her "don't worry baby I'll pull out. My heart starts to race...what is going through his mind. This was not part of the agreement. Fear, shock and arousal immobilize me. I listen as she give in and soon follows with gentle rocking and muffled moans.

I open my eyes and see my wife's face turned from me and she is trying to muffle her moans with a pillow. I see Joe is on top of her and pumping her slowly under the covers, THEN BAM, I see him looking at me, we make eye contact and he smiles and increases his tempo. My wife moves her head toward me and quickly I shut my eyes. Still to this day, I do not know why I pretended to be arelax but soon the bed is rocking hard and she is screaming unchecked. There is no WAY I could relax through this.

I hear him tell he is going to have to pull out, and she says no she is close, cum in her.

He says what do you want baby? Your cum deep in me, your cum, she replies. Now I know what he is thinking and she is unknowingly playing right into his fantasy (and now mine).

He then says something that slaps me across the face; he says, "Where do you want my seed baby".

She screams "in me cum in me", I can tell her orgasm is building. He then asks her, if she wants "his seed deep in her womb". This send her over the edge, screaming GOD YES, cum deep inside me (adding salt to my wound) He tells her beg for it, which she does.

I move to her face and begin kissing her as he tells her he is cuming inside her. I take my place on top of her hoping to feel his cum in her, but she grabs my head, SHOVES me down on her pussy, and holds me there. I begin licking her and am served my first cream pie; her orgasm erupts again very quickly, and pulls me up to fuck her. While I fuck her she whispers in my ear she wants to fuck him the rest of the day ALONE. The comment makes me cum instantly.

They shower then move to my parents room and spend the rest of the day fucking and relaxing. I eavesdrop throughout the day and hear (later confirmed) he de-flowered her ass. I also hear her telling him how he is the best fuck she has ever had, how she would rather fuck him, and how she is his slut, ect....

So began my acceptance of my role and her embracing her sexuality. To this day they still fuck! Sometimes in front of me and sometimes alone. Sometimes with a condom and sometimes bareback. The thrill for me is still as intense as it was that very first day. I am attatching some pictures for your site. They are of her and him on one of thier "sex days". - Earl

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A Chance to Advance


It kind of started yesterday. Brad came home from work
and it was obvious that there was something on his
mind. He was distracted and at times he almost seemed
like he was mad about something. He kept insisting that
there was nothing wrong, nothing bothering him, but
there was.

Brad was my first and only boyfriend. We grew up next
door to each other in an older, quiet neighborhood in a
medium sized town in the Midwest. We really pissed off
both sets of our parents when we got married. I was
only sixteen and Brad was eighteen and just about to
leave for college.

We had been friends since we were *****s, but we had
fallen in love when I was fourteen and he was sixteen.
We were not allowed to date, of course. I was not to be
allowed to date until I was sixteen, and the boy that I
wanted to date was two years older than me, so even
though my parents knew and liked Brad, dating him would
have been out of the question.

But we spent all of our time together and as long as we
didn't call it a date our parents didn't say anything.
Long before we became sexually active, I used to give
him little "shows" at night. My bedroom window faced
his across our driveways and I would frequently
"forget" to close my blinds at night when I got ready
for bed. Every time was exciting, but I will never
forget that first time.

I had gone to my room to get ready for bed and as usual
I went towards the window to close my blinds. I saw
Brad in his room across the way and the idea just hit
me. I have no idea where it came from even. I will
admit that I sometimes played with my eager little
pussy at night and thought of what it would be like to
be seen naked by a boy, especially by Brad. But I
didn't think about really doing it!

But this night I moved around my room and thought about
what it would be like. I avoided looking at my window
or even moving close to it. I made believe that I
didn't see Brad across the way, watching me. I fiddled
around in my room, trying to work up the nerve, and
finally I started undressing. I didn't undress like I
was doing it for him. I attempted, as much as possible,
to undress the same way that I did every night.

I took off my t-shirt and tossed it on the bed. Then I
took my shorts off and walked around in my underwear
for a moment. I finally got the nerve to take off my
bra and stood with my back to the window and reached
behind my back and unhooked it. When I turned around to
drop it on the bed I saw that Brad had turned his light
out and I knew that he was sitting in the dark watching
me. I dropped my bra on the bed and massaged my
breasts; they always enjoyed that first moment or two
of freedom when they were released from captivity.

I could almost feel Brad watching me as I slid my
plain, pink, nylon panties off and dropped them on the
bed with the rest of my clothes. Then I went to my
dresser and bent over and pulled out clean underwear
and pulled them on and finally I dug out a relax-shirt
and put it on. I put my clothes in the hamper and then
got on my bed. As I lay down my panties were exposed
and I lay there like that for a little while, making
believe that I was reading. But I couldn't concentrate;
I was much too excited to read.

That was the first time. After that I did it every
night. I used to get so aroused, slowly undressing in
front of that window, knowing that Brad was watching
and imagining what was going through his mind, what
affect watching me was having on him. I would take off
my clothes and move around my room, dragging out the
time I spent naked as much as possible.

I knew that he was watching, and he knew that I knew.
And it was terribly exciting for both of us. I don't
know if that is why now we are both still so fond of,
and still enjoy my exhibitionism. I really can't say if
I was putting on those shows because I am an
exhibitionist, or if I became an exhibitionist because
I so enjoyed putting on those shows for him. Whatever
the reamister, exhibitionism is still a part of our sex
lives now, nearly eight years later.

We didn't mention those little shows at first. I was
too embarrassed to talk about them the first few times.
But after that first show, when we met outside to walk
to school together the next morning, Brad was all over
me. When we finally did start to talk about it, it
seemed like I was more embarrassed talking about it
than actually doing it. But once the initial
nervousness was gone, we enjoyed talking about it too,
joking about it, kidding about how hot it made us, and
reliving it as we walked to school.

It was months later, after Brad finally got a car, that
we started moving towards the inevitable sex act. First
there were the many evenings spent kissing and
touching. I found that I loved being touched. It was
every bit as exciting as I had imagined that it would
be. And I loved touching him. I knew a lot of girls
that were put off by a guy's dick. They didn't want to
see it or touch it or they were really intimidated by
it. I had only seen Brad's, and I loved it. I loved the
way it looked and the way that it felt, and before long
I loved the way that it tasted. I felt sorry for those
girls that didn't know what they were missing.

It was months before we actually had intercourse in the
back seat of his car. We were both eager, but nervous.
He didn't want to hurt me, I didn't want to be hurt,
and neither of us wanted me pregnant, at least not yet.
We both hated the idea of rubbers, so I found out what
I would have to do to get on the pill and I went to a
family planning clinic and they tried very hard to talk
me out of it, since I wasn't even fifteen yet, but in
the end they gave me a prescription without notifying
my parents. For the next year and a half we put that
poor little pill to the test, big time! Every chance we
got we had sex. If his parents weren't home we used his
bed, if my parents weren't home we used my bed, but
mostly we used his back seat, which is probably the
worst place in the world to have sex, so you know it
was true love.

Shortly after Brad and I were married, he went away to
Notre Dame on a full scholastic scholarship and I
finished high school. After I graduated, two years
later, I went to Middlebury College, also on a full
scholarship. I did all of those things necessary to
work my way towards a degree. I suppose that I rounded
out my education. But since I had never actually
planned to have a career it served no other purpose,
except I suppose to better prepare me to hold my own in
a conversation with the new circle of friends that Brad
and I began to accumulate as time went on.

When he had graduated, Brad had been hired by J.A.M.
Aluminum. He had taken the job, in part because it was
a wonderful job with a lot of potential for
advancement, but mostly because he would be near to me
in Middlebury and we would, for the first time in our
two year marriage, be able to live together as man and
wife.

It was a very exciting time. I was a good student and I
had always liked school. So I was able to do very well
without putting too much time or effort into it. We had
a very active social life. His office seemed to have a
lot of executive parties and get-togethers, formal and
informal, and they were a nice bunch of people. We
enjoyed them a lot. According to Brad, I made a very
good impression on his co-workers.

Brad is very handsome, and I am not just saying that
because I love him. He is also very intelligent, and an
extremely permisterable young man. He was very highly
thought of at work and he was obviously on the fast
track.

For the first two years we had two sets of friends. We
had his friends at work and my friends from school. We
had very few friends that crossed over. Our friends
from J.A.M. were a bit older and more mature. Our
friends from school were, well, let me be generous and
say slightly less mature.

But we enjoyed being with both sets of people and our
social life was pretty active. There was something that
we did, twice actually, with my school friends, that we
never even considered with the people from Brad's job.
We had threesomes. Well, we did it more than twice, but
we only did it with two people.

The first time it was sort of an accident. We had
thrown a party at our house. As usual, I had been
wearing something sexy and revealing and flirting with
all the guys all night. Brad was so horny from watching
me, and I was so horny from doing it, that we couldn't
wait for the party to end and all the guests to leave.
We had snuck upstairs and we were making out on our bed
while the party was still going on.

It was several minutes before we realized that we were
being watched. A good friend of ours, Bob Usher, had
been unable to wait for the bathroom downstairs to open
up, so he had come up to use the upstairs bathroom.
When it, too, had been occupied, he had come down to
our bedroom and used our master bathroom. We had rushed
into our bedroom and started going at it, not realizing
that anyone was in our bathroom.

When Bob opened the door after he finished in the
bathroom, he saw Brad and I doing some serious making
out. My breasts were exposed and my skirt was up to my
waist and Brad was eating me out, only minutes away
from getting on top of me and giving me the good
pounding that I really needed right then.

I saw Bob before Brad did. But for some reamister I didn't
freak out. In fact, I just smiled at him. Brad saw my
reaction and then he saw who I was smiling at. He
stopped eating me long enough to smile at Bob too. Bob
took that as permission, I guess, because he didn't
leave. He moved closer and stared at my exposed body. I
can't explain why we all did what we did next, so I
won't try. I will just try to describe it.

I was already very excited from flirting and showing
off all evening. And now Brad was eating my sopping wet
pussy and we were both getting off on the idea that a
friend of ours was standing at the edge of the bed
watching closely.

I reached out and took Bob's hand and pulled him closer
and he bent down and started kissing me and touching my
breasts. It was the first time anyone but Brad had
touched my breasts, or seen them close up. I
immediately had an orgasm from all of the stimulation,
but Brad just kept on eating me.

Bob kept kissing me and soon he was kissing and sucking
my nipples and without even thinking I reached out my
hand and started rubbing his cock through his pants. I
had never touched any cock but Brad's, and the very
idea of it was extremely exciting. I was holding a
friend's cock in my hand while he was kissing my tits
and my husband was eating my pussy and watching me! How
fucking hot is that!

There was no plan. Neither of us knew that this was
going to happen. It was just happening and it was
exciting and we were thinking with our sex organs and
just going with it.

I started struggling with Bob's zipper, trying to get
his cock out, and without removing his lips from my
nipple he reached down and unfastened his belt and his
pants and slid them out of the way, his shorts along
with them.

I reached down again and put my hand around that hot,
soft flesh of his steel hard cock and using it as a
handle I pulled him up onto the bed and guided him
close enough that I could see, and then taste him. He
straightened up, but his hand never left my breasts and
I hungrily took him into my mouth. While I sucked the
first cock I had ever sucked that was not Brad's, I was
looking my husband right in the eyes and I saw that he
was just as excited as I was about it, although I was
so fucking turned on right then that I probably could
not have stopped if he had looked upset.

But he wasn't upset, he was very turned on. He stopped
eating me and quickly wrestled his pants and his
underwear off and then he got back on the bed and
lifted my legs and started fucking me violently. And it
was fantastic!

I came as soon as his cock entered me, and I kept
cumming while he was fucking me and I was sucking Bob's
cock like a crazy woman. Bob was picking up speed in my
mouth and Brad was squeezing one of my tits and Bob was
squeezing the other and I was looking up at the two,
strong, handsome men that were fucking me and having
one wonderful orgasm after another.

Bob came first. He filled my mouth with his cum and I
was surprised at how much different it tasted than
Brad's cum. But it didn't taste bad and it was very
exciting. I like it when Brad cums in my mouth. Cum is
not the most delicious thing in the world, but the idea
of having a man cum in my mouth is almost enough to
make me cum just thinking about it.

I was moaning around Bob's cock while he emptied his
balls into my mouth and he was holding my head tight
with one hand and squeezing the hell out of my tit with
the other and then, after I swallowed. I just held his
cock in my mouth until Brad came in my pussy a minute
later.

After Brad had filled me with cum he stayed buried in
my pussy until he was soft and then he stretched out
beside me and Bob stretched out on the other side of me
and Brad pulled my face close and kissed me
passionately while Bob ran his hands lightly over my
body.

When we broke the kiss I looked him in the eye, looking
for any sign of regret, jealousy, whatever. I saw none
of that. He relaxed beside me and his hand joined Bob's
in gently teasing my body while the three of us talked
quietly.

"I don't know," I answered. "To be honest, when you
were telling me what is required of the girls in EPOD I
kind of got a tingle out of it. Just the concept, mind
you, not that I actually considered doing it. It could
have been just the wine."

I could see that Brad had not anticipated this turn in
the conversation. He was studying me now, trying to
decide what I was thinking.

I said, "Don't look at me like that. I can see you
trying to read my mind. I don't even know what I am
thinking." I really didn't, either. I had met all of
the senior vice presidents. Several of them had made
passes at me, but in a friendly, flirty way, the kind
that you can say no to and just pass it off as a joke.
And I hadn't been offended. In fact, I had been kind of
flattered.

"How much of a raise did you say?" I asked.

He looked at me in amazement. Then he answered, "My
salary would be $200,000 a year before bonuses and the
value of the other perks was added in. With stock
options and the car and bonuses it would be well over
$300,000 a year."

He looked at me and exclaimed, "You're really thinking
about this!"

I got a little defensive and said, "No, I'm just
exploring our options. I want to know what you know.
What if I was considering it, how would you feel about
it?"

He looked at me strangely and said, "I don't know. I
never imagined for a second that you would consider it.
I thought you would be pissed and want me to go *******
someone for even suggesting it!"

"How long would I have to be in EPOD?" I asked.

The expression on Brad's face was starting to change
now. He had not even considered accepting. Probably
because he never believed that I would even consider
it. Now he could see that I was at least considering
it. It was, after all, a very large sum of money to
pass up.

He said, "I suppose that you would have to remain in
EPOD until I was promoted to senior vice president.
Most of the men holding that job now are in their mid
to late fifties or early sixties. But they might decide
to work until they are seventy for all we know. And
there are three other junior vice presidents in front
of me for promotion. You could be fucking those horny
old men for fifteen or twenty years!"

I thought about that for a moment and then I asked,
"But as long as we didn't fuck up, you would be pretty
much guaranteed a promotion to senior VP, right?"

"Yes," Brad answered. "I suppose so."

"What would you think of me if I said maybe we should
talk about it some more, maybe we should consider it?"
I asked him.

Brad gulped down the last few sips of his wine and
poured another glass for both of us. But he didn't
answer. He suddenly got thoughtful, actually thinking
about it for the first time.

After a few minutes he turned to me and said, "You know
that you would be nothing more than a call girl. The
client list would be pretty small, but still, Mr.
Kennedy could come by the house anytime, night or day
and tell you to undress and fuck you, right in front of
me if he wanted to. That doesn't bother you?"

I was embarrassed by my answer, but I had to be honest
about this now, or we would never come to a decision we
could both be comfortable with. I hesitated and then I
said, "You know what I was thinking about? I was
remembering our threesomes with Bob and Jim. I know
what you are thinking, this would be different. But
they were some pretty exciting times. And we didn't
have any regrets. You enjoyed watching me fuck both of
them. And that was just sex, just recreational sex."

"But to be honest," I continued, "even though the money
and the perks are exciting, that is not what made my
stomach flip when you were telling me about it. You
make a very good salary now. I wouldn't be doing it for
the money."

"We have to decide how you would feel about me if I
agreed to this before I can even begin to make up my
mind. If you can't still love me, then like I said,
your current pay check is just fine with me. We have
everything we want or need right now. If you thought
the idea was hot, and don't try to tell me you don't
get turned on by the idea of me fucking other men, I
have seen you watching when I was doing it! If you
thought the idea was hot and you could still love me
and respect me when this is all over, then I would have
a decision to make. If you have even the slightest
doubt, then I don't have a decision to make, you will
have made up my mind for me."

Brad was quiet for a few minutes and then he said,
"When Kennedy first called me into his office and made
the pitch, I was really pissed. I had to really
struggle to stay calm and not get up and rearrange his
face. We had that talk just before I got off work
yesterday. You noticed how upset I was."

I nodded.

"But last night," he continued, "when I was laying in
bed in the dark, and most of today when I was thinking
about it, it kind of turned me on. I didn't want to
feel that way. Today I was mad at myself for not being
mad at Kennedy. But I wasn't thinking about whether or
not to tell you, or whether or not to accept. I was
thinking about you being their sweet young call girl
and having hot, sweaty sex with you whenever they
wanted. And those parties I told you about, most of the
time the husbands are invited. I would get to watch
them with you. But I was thinking about it in the
abstract. I was thinking of the fantasy, not the real
thing."

It was quiet for a while. We sat and sipped our wine
and I don't know what made me do it, but I slid out of
my chair and dropped to my knees in front of Brad and
roughly pulled his light jersey lounging shorts down
and off. Then I gave him a loud, raunchy, slutty
blowjob.

He liked it. He liked it a lot! He came in about three
minutes, and that was a record for him. He usually
lasts a very long time.

As soon as he came he smiled down at me and said, "Get
your fucking ass up here slut!" He pulled me to my feet
and moved our glasses and the wine bottle and after
removing my terrycloth shorts he pushed me onto the
table on my back, put my legs over his shoulders and
returned the favor. I knew that I was sopping wet and I
was embarrassed at how excited the conversation had
made me. But then I remembered how quickly he had cum
in my mouth and I was starting to think that I was
about to become a call girl. And that thought pushed me
right over the edge.

He ate me to several more orgasms and finally I was
slumped on the table in front of him and he was staring
at my messy pussy and lightly moving his fingers over
my thighs and my stomach, all around the area. As he
caressed me he was watching my muscles tremble as I
came down off of the sex high. Then he bent down and
kissed my pussy and helped me back into my chair, after
spreading my shorts out so I wouldn't leave a spot. He
is so considerate!

I took another sip of wine and asked, "When would I
start?"

He chuckled and asked, "Are we really going to do this?
We are taking a big chance, you know. I love you so
much, and I would hate it if you changed. I have never
met a call girl, but I have the impression that they
are kind of cold and don't enjoy sex. I would hate it
if you became like that."

"Couldn't I just be a sexy housewife that is getting a
little on the side?" I asked.

After another pause I asked, "What if we agree to do
it, and then we decide we can't handle it?"

Brad said, "I don't know. It would be pretty hard to
take a demotion and go back to doing my old job. They
would probably fill my position right away. I suspect
that we would probably have to leave the company if it
didn't work out."

"That would be a shame," I said quietly. "I know how
much you love working there."

Brad looked at his watch and said, "It is time to go to
bed. Let's relax on it and decide in the morning."

I nodded and got to my feet. My legs were still a
little wobbly; Brad does such a good job with his
tongue! I corked the wine and put it and the glasses
up. Then we grabbed our shorts and headed for bed.

But we couldn't just go to relax. We were both too
wound up. We relax in the nude and so there was nothing
to get in the way when he started touching me and
kissing me and in no time at all we were having our own
hot, sweaty sex. I came several times before Brad did,
and when he finally came I was too tired to go clean
up. I thought to myself, "Fuck it, I'll put clean
sheets on tomorrow!" I rolled over and we cuddled and
lay in the dark waiting for relax to come.

It took me a long time to go to relax that night. And I
could tell from his breathing that it took Brad a long
time too. I know what was going through his mind
though. I lay there with the same images in my mind,
and his hard cock nestled between the cheeks of my
butt.

When the alarm went off in the morning I went down and
made breakfast while Brad showered and dressed. I love
to see him when he comes down in the morning all
freshly showered and shaved and wearing one of those
expensive suits. He looks so handsome and so powerful I
always just want to rip his suit off and fuck him half
to death.

He sat down and I brought him his coffee and toast and
cereal. We still hadn't said anything about EPOD, but I
think we had both already made up our minds. I can't
say that I wasn't nervous. The idea of being available
for any kind of sex with anyone who wants me and being
unable to say no is both very erotic, and very scary.
But there was a certain degree of offense that that
kind of sexual servitude necessarily brought with it
that I was surprised to discover was really turning me
on. I didn't think I was that kind of girl!

Brad ate his breakfast and we tried to act normal. When
he had finished he sat back and sipped his coffee and
asked, "So, we are going to do this thing?"

I smiled and kissed him and said, "It seems like it
turns us both on. It may be that a week from now you
will be looking for another job because we screwed up
though, you realize that don't you?"

Brad said, "I could stand to lose the job. I couldn't
stand to lose you. We have to promise that if it gets
to be a problem we will say something, okay?"

I said, "Okay, but if you don't leave now I am going to
be humping your leg in a few minutes. And you know how
that always stains your suits!"

Brad stood up and said, "So I guess that is not just a
yes, but an enthusiastic yes."

I stood up and we hugged and kissed and as he went to
work I went up to change the sheets on our bed. Then I
took a shower and dressed casually and started cleaning
house and doing all that housewifey stuff.

I am a very intelligent and well educated young woman
and people find it hard to understand that I enjoy
being a housewife. Most of them don't realize just how
hard it is to do it well. I love it. I love keeping our
house perfect for my loving husband and making him
great meals and just being there for him. The only real
drawback to the job for me is that I am alone most of
the day. It would be nice to have someone to talk to. I
need a friendly next door neighbor that drops by for
coffee every day.

And Brad appreciates what I do and doesn't hesitate to
show me. He brings me flowers and if he has free time
at work he calls me up to say "hi" and "I love you." I
could have had a job, but I never had a burning desire
to be anything in particular, and I get so much
satisfaction out of what I do, why would I want to do
anything else? We didn't need the money before; we will
need it even less now."

I was just about to go out and run some errands when
the phone rang. It was Brad calling to tell me that he
had talked to Mr. Kennedy and as of this moment his new
telephone extension was 1369. He was in the process of
moving into his large new office. He asked me what I
was doing and I told him that I was just about to leave
for the dry cleaners. He suggested that I stop by the
Cadillac dealer and pick out a new car.

Things were certainly moving quickly! I wanted to wait
until we could go to the car dealer together, but he
said that he would be pretty busy for the next week or
so, and he trusted me. Besides, it didn't really matter
what I got. He suggested that I just go around and look
for the most expensive one in the color that I liked.

I dropped off the cleaning and picked up what I had
dropped off previously and, as usual, flirted with the
nice old guy that owned the shop. I had planned on
going to the grocery store and picking up a roast, but
the Cadillac dealer was on the way so I drove in and
looked around.

I was pounced on immediately and the salesman showed me
around. I picked out a DTS in glacier white with every
possible option. I figured if all of those guys are
going to fuck me, it was only fair that I took this
opportunity to fuck them. I explained to the salesman
that my husband worked at J.A.M. Aluminum and that I
was picking out his company car. I was taken inside and
they were already expecting me. I was told that I could
pick the car up in an hour and the papers would be
ready to sign when I came back.

I walked out and went to the grocery store having just
spent a small fortune, and it had really been fun! The
sticker price of that car was very nearly what my
husband had been making a year until today.

I did my shopping and I put the meats and dairy
products in a cooler in the trunk. Then I stopped at a
store called Sweet Nothings to spice up my wardrobe. A
pretty redhead, her hair was almost the same shade as
mine, greeted me when I came in and I told her that I
need to change my image a little. She looked at my
figure and the way I was dressed and then she led me
around the store and picked out a dozen sexy outfits
and the underwear to go with them. I tried them on and
she approved enthusiastically of most of them. I tended
to like what she was picking out and I bought all of
the ones that she liked. She also helped me pick out a
couple of nearly obscene bathing suits.

I followed her to the register and I wasn't even phased
at the several hundred dollars that it all cost. I
would find out later that I would be given a credit
card to buy all of my clothes with. I probably should
have waited, but we were making so much money now that
it really didn't matter.

I went back to the Cadillac place and picked up the new
car after signing only a few pieces of paper and then I
nervously drove it home. I was planning on coming back
later with Brad to pick up our car, but not long after
I got home, someone from the dealer delivered it to my
driveway! You don't get that kind of service from the
Chevy dealer!

I took my groceries inside and put them away and I laid
my new outfits out on the bed and then I waited
anxiously for time to start supper. I had nothing else
to do and it was still early afternoon.

Well, I thought that I had nothing else to do. It
turned out that I had something to do after all. My
doorbell rang at a little before two in the afternoon
and when I opened the door, there was Mr. Kennedy!

My legs immediately got weak, but I smiled and stepped
aside to let him in. He put his arm around my shoulder
and led me into the living room and said, "Jan, I must
confess that I have been looking forward to this for a
very long time. I could not possibly wait another
moment. I was starting to fear that your husband would
say no to our offer. I assure you that I would have
been very disappointed."

When we were in the living room he stepped back and
looked at me, or I suppose leered at me is more
appropriate. He managed to raise his gaze up to my eyes
for just long enough to say, "That's a beautiful car
that you picked out. You have excellent taste."

I smiled and thanked him. I asked him he would like
something to take and he declined. Instead he asked me
if I would lead the way to my bedroom.

I said, "Right this way sir," and turned to go to the
stairs.

As I did he said, "When it is just the two of us,
please call me Gene."

I smiled and took his hand and said, "Okay, right this
way Gene."

He paused at the foot of the stairs to let me precede
him. I fully expected feel his large hand on my ass or
my thighs as I led him up the stairs. But he was the
perfect gentleman.

I led him down the short hallway to my bedroom and he
smiled when he saw the new clothes on my bed. I said,
"Just getting ready, I have a pretty conservative
wardrobe. I thought that I would need something a
little spicier now."

While I was clearing the bed off he told me about the
credit card I would be getting. Then he took the
receipt for the clothes I had just bought and said that
he would see to it that Brad was reimbursed today or
tomorrow.

I thanked him and then I waited for some sign of what I
should do next. Gene pulled me close and we kissed and
he ran his hands over me for a few minutes. I was
nervous, but I was excited too, and I tried to let it
show when I returned his kiss.

He broke the kiss after a few minutes and ran his hands
down over my hair and said, "I have always had a thing
for redheads."

I said, "That's good, because I have always been a
redhead. Would you like to see?"

"I would like that very much, my dear, very, very
much."

Gene sat down on the side of my bed and I stood in
front of him and slowly undressed. I was wearing a
short, silky wraparound sundress that had a simple
knotted rope for a belt. I struggled for a moment with
the knot, my fingers were shaking.

I finally got the knot out and let the belt hang loose
and the dress just fell open. I had gotten out of the
habit of wearing a bra. Brad preferred me without, and
once I got used to it, so did I. I shrugged my
shoulders and the dress slid down and I dropped it onto
a nearby chair. I was wearing only a thong now. I
usually wear a bikini or briefs, but I had been feeling
sexy after last night and the thong seemed to fit my
mood.

I stood in front of Gene in my thong and turned around
slowly. Then I slid the thong off and tossed it on top
of my dress. I moved closer and it was obvious that
Gene approved of my body. He was grinning like crazy
and he had a very large looking tent in his pants.

He moved his hands over my body greedily. I was a
little afraid that he would be disappointed in my
breasts, but he obviously was not. He was a little
rough, but it felt good.

I waited to see what he would want to do. Mr. Kennedy
was the most senior of the senior vice presidents, but
he was not the oldest. I would estimate his age to be
between fifty-five and fifty-eight. He was about 6'2",
maybe 200 lbs, and in pretty good shape. He had what
are normally referred to as "rugged good looks." His
hair was silver and he was very distinguished looking.
I found him to be quite attractive. He was one of the
men that had made a pass at me earlier, and when I had
said no it was because that was what I was supposed to
do. I was attracted to him.

It occurred to me that this would have been a lot
harder if we had not had those threesomes with Bob and
Jim a few years ago. I had really loosened up a lot
thanks to those two guys. And then I thought how sad it
was that Brad couldn't be here to watch us now. But
then, when he got home I would tell him everything that
happened, in graphic detail, so that it would be as
much like he was here as I could make it.

As Gene continued to explore my body I stepped closer
and put my arm around his neck and said, "This is a
first for me, Gene. You are going to have to tell me
what you want me to do."

He leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his
mouth, and after gently biting down he did the same to
the other. I felt the shocks travel through my stomach
directly to my clit and I shuddered in excitement.

Then he pulled back and said, "I like your attitude. I
suspect you are going to be very good at this, and I
look forward to many more of these little get-
togethers."

He gently moved me back a step and stood up and started
to undress. I took each item of his clothing from him
as he undressed and I hung them up on a nearby rack
that Brad used when he undressed at night. As he took
off his clothes he said, "I was going to hurry over
here and get a quickie blowjob and then go back to
work. But I am afraid that you are just too
irresistible. I have got to fuck you and I can't wait
another day."

I smiled and said, "I am honored. But there is no
reamister why you can't do both, is there?"

He chuckled and said, "Yes, you are going to work out
just fine. Not to be too crude about it, but do you
have any idea how long it has been since I stuck my
dick into a twenty-two year old woman? No, silly
question, of course you don't. I don't either to be
honest. But it has been decades. You are obviously
beautiful and sexy, but what you probably don't realize
yet is how sexy youth is once you begin to age. The
older I get the sexier youth is. Your soft skin, your
firm body, even your scent is youthful. I can assure
you, young lady, that for the near future at least, you
are going to be very busy. It is going to take longer
than it might normally for your "newness" to wear off."

I had put the last of his clothing aside and I dropped
to my knees in front of him. I took his cock in my hand
and I was very impressed. It was very nice looking, and
very hard. I kissed the tip of it and licked my lips
and then I looked up and said, "I'm in no hurry. New
sounds pretty exciting to me." Then I took him into my
mouth and he grabbed my head and groaned loudly and I
started sucking his cock.

After a moment he stopped me and sat back down on the
bed. I stood up and pushed him over onto his back and
he slid up and got comfortable. Then I got on the bed
with him and took him back into my mouth and gave him a
blowjob every bit as enthusiastically as I had for Brad
last night.

He cried out, "Sweet Jesus! God damn girl! I don't know
who taught you how to do that, but you are fucking
fantastic!"

I took my lips away from his cock long enough to look
back at him and say, "Self taught." Then I took him
back into my mouth. I had my legs up by his shoulder as
I sucked him and his hand was moving over my ass and
between my legs, almost as if they were moving of their
own accord. His eyes were closed and his hips were
moving up to meet my lips and I was soon taking his
cock into my throat. His cock was no longer than
Brad's, and slightly thinner, so it was pretty easy for
me.

He started squeezing one of my ass cheeks very hard and
swearing a blue streak and I could tell that he was
about to cum. I pulled my lips back to the head of his
cock and used my hand to finish him off.

Once he had filled my mouth with cum I straightened up
and smiled at him and showed him that he had, indeed,
filled my mouth with cum. Then I swallowed, noting that
this was the fourth man that I had sucked off, and no
two of them had tasted the same yet. I wondered if
pussies had as wide a variety of flavors as cocks did.

Gene watched, and the pleasure was evident on his face
as I swallowed his load. Then I bent down and licked up
the few drops that had leaked out of his cock as it
went soft. I was surprised when I looked down to see
that he was not circumcised. I hadn't realized it when
his cock was hard. Now I saw the big flap of skin that
covered the head of his cock and I explored it, curious
about the difference. I thought that it was kind of
sexy. And as I explored and teased his cock and watched
it get hard again I watched the foreskin disappear.

"Isn't that neat," I thought, "a cock that does
tricks!"

Once he was hard I turned around and straddled his
thighs and, with a little difficulty I sat up and took
him into my very, very wet pussy. I slid down on his
cock and sighed with pleasure at the sensations of a
nice hard cock filling me. It is a wonderful sensation
and I doubt if I will ever get tired of it.

I paused for a moment, once his cock was buried in my
pussy, and then I started moving up and down, slowly at
first. He watched my face, and my breasts, but mostly
my breasts, as they began to bounce up and down with my
movements. I had to slow down twice; I even stopped
once, as I had a violent orgasm on his hot cock. But
soon I was fucking him hard again and I could see that
it would not be much longer. He started swearing again
and at the last minute he grabbed both of my tits in
his hands and squeezed them and used them to guide my
movements as he thrust up into me and came yet again.
His orgasm, and the pressure on my tits, set me off and
I came for the third time.

When we had both cum, I collapsed down onto his hot
sweaty body and he held me there for a moment while he
went soft in my pussy. When I finally felt like my arms
and legs were no longer made of rubber, I got up and I
leaned down and kissed his very slimy cock. It twitched
at the touch of my lips and, I felt is eyes on me,
waiting to see what I was going to do.

I don't know why I did it. I had never done it before,
not even with Brad, but I started licking his cock
clean and finally I took it into my mouth and sucked it
until all of our juices were gone. Then I kissed it
again and got up and pulled him to his feet and led him
to the bathroom.

I said, "You can't go back to work smelling like me,
let's take a quick shower."

He chuckled and said, "I wish I could keep this scent
on me all day. I would go from office to office and
taunt my fellow workers."

I shook my head and turned the shower on and waited a
minute for the hot water, then I pulled him into the
shower and I washed him, thoroughly. And while I was
washing him "thoroughly" he got hard again, and I
dropped to my knees and sucked him to a third orgasm as
he sat on the bench in the shower with the hot water
running over him.

When I had finished he said, "I'll be a mister of a bitch!
I have not done that in many years young lady. The
first thing that I do when I get to the office will be
to give your husband a bonus. You have earned it
already."

I pulled him back to his feet and licked and kissed his
nipples and said, "That's okay Gene, I enjoyed it as
much as you did. Buy your wife something nice instead."

Gene shook his head in disbelief. Then I rinsed him off
and we stepped out of the shower and I dried him off
with a big, soft fluffy towel.

I helped him dress, and then I led him to the front
door, I was still naked, and I told him how much I
enjoyed myself and I thanked him for being so nice,
because I had been really nervous.

He pulled me close and kissed me and said, "I have no
idea how I will be able to stand the idea having to
wait until I can be with you again. I have never been
with such a fantastic, sexual, sensuous creature in my
life, and I have been with quite a few wonderful women
over the years, as you might imagine. Your husband is a
very lucky man Janice. Goodbye."

I kissed him again, a quick goodbye kiss this time, and
held the door for him. He left, finally and I went to
the kitchen and made myself a take and then sat down
and thought about what had just happened.

There could be no question that I had enjoyed the hell
out of it. It had been exciting and erotic and I had
probably had a half dozen orgasms. And I didn't feel
the least bit guilty. I was only worried about Brad.
His would be the important reaction. If I told him what
happened today and he became upset, that would be a
problem. Somehow though, I didn't think that was going
to happen.

I finished my take and rinsed out my glass before I
finally had the presence of mind to check the time. It
was time to start the roast and I ended up preparing
the entire meal in the nude!

Just before it was time for Brad to come home I thought
about putting on one of my new slut outfits, or maybe
just some of the underwear, but I decided that he would
like me better this way. I watched the time and had
supper on the table and a take ready to hand him at
the door when I heard him drive up.

I heard him on the front porch and I threw the door
open wide and greeted him with a smile and a take and
a naked body. It never occurred to me until after I
threw the door open that someone might have been with
him. But they weren't, and he smiled and took the take
and hugged me and kissed me and we went inside.

He hurried to the bedroom to change into some casual
clothes and I went with him to watch. He reached into
his breast pocket and handed me an envelope. "Mr.
Kennedy said to give you this," he said.

I didn't have to open it; I knew it was the money for
the clothes.

As he undressed, Brad said, "I have known that man for
several years now. I have never seen him smile like
that before. I think he likes you."

I was pretty sure that I already knew the answer, but I
had to ask, "What about you Brad? What do you think now
that it has happened?"

Brad took me in his arms again and said, "Let me have
your hand."

I held my hand and he guided it down to the front of
his pants and I found myself holding a very stiff cock.

He smiled and said, "I have been so anxious to get home
and find out what happened that I was running cars off
the road all the way home. I love you just as much as I
did on our wedding day. No, I probably love you a lot
more. I didn't really know you very well that day. I
know you pretty well now, and I love you. I love
everything about you. Now, if you don't tell me what
happened today, well, nothing, but quit teasing me, I
am dying to hear about it!"

"I'm not teasing you!" I exclaimed. "I was worried that
you might be sorry now that it has actually happened.
Now hurry up and change you fucking pervert, supper is
ready and I will tell you over supper."

He swatted at my butt, but I ducked and ran back
downstairs and sat there, naked and excited, ready to
tell him everything that happened.

He was only a minute behind me and as he sat down I
asked, "Did you like the car I picked out?"

He rolled his eyes and said, "What car? I don't care
about a fucking car, talk or get spanked!"

He stood back up and carved the roast and when he was
done we toasted each other and while he started serving
himself I started telling him everything that had
happened. I included every detail that I could
remember, every word, every touch, every moan, groan
and orgasm.

I was getting turned on all over again as I told him
about it, and he was getting turned on hearing about
it. As soon as we had finished dinner, and we were
eating pretty fast, we put the leftovers away and
rushed to the bedroom.

I pushed him back onto the bed and I suddenly
remembered that I had not changed the sheets or washed
the bedspread. I wondered if he would notice. As I got
up on the bed and started sucking his rock hard cock I
heard him sniff the air. He groaned and said, "I can
smell him! I can smell Kennedy from when he took you to
our bed and fucked you!" That was all he could say
before he filled my mouth with cum.

Brad was so horny that he didn't even go soft after his
orgasm. I swallowed his hot load and he pulled me on
top of him. He held me tight and kissed me and then he
rolled over on top of me and plunged his still hard
cock into my more than ready pussy and started fucking
me violently.

It was fantastic! I was thrusting back just as hard as
he was driving his cock into me. The sound of our
bodies crashing together filled the room and as he
fucked me I started talking, which is something that I
don't normally do during sex. I said, "God that feels
so fucking good! Do you still smell that? Do you smell
Gene's sweat? He was lying right where I am lying now,
on his back staring up at my tits as they swung wildly
while I fucked him. He loved it! He went crazy and came
like an natural." I almost let myself get too
distracted, but just as Brad started to cum I came too.
I had lost track of how many times that made today.

And when he had finally gone soft and rolled off of me
I rose to my knees and kissed him, and then I kissed my
way down his sweaty body to his soft, nasty cock and as
he watched in amazement I licked and sucked his cock
and his balls clean. Then I kissed him on the head of
his cock and stretched out beside him, totally worn
out. I had told him that I had done this for Gene, but
I had never done it for him before and he seemed to
think it was a pretty sexy thing to do.

He kissed my lips and said quietly, "Two can play at
this game." Then he got up on his knees and started
kissing his way down my body. I was kind of brain dead
at first, it didn't occur to me what he was doing. When
I realized that he was going to put his face in my well
fucked pussy I grabbed the sides of his head and tried
to pull him back up beside me. I begged him not to do
that. The idea of how gross I must be, and the fear of
grossing him out was maybe a little inappropriate,
considering what I had just done for him, but I
couldn't help what I was feeling. I didn't want him to
see me, or taste me like that. I was afraid of looking
at his face and seeing distaste, or worse yet, disgust.

But he refused to listen. He pulled away from my hands
and as I begged him not to, he kissed and licked his
way down my sweaty body and then started kissing and
licking all around my nasty pussy.

I closed my eyes and tensed up; waiting for I don't
know what, but his lips and his tongue got closer and
closer and finally I felt is tongue slide through my
very messy furrow. I waited for his reaction, expecting
to hear gagging or obligation or something. So I was
astounded when after a brief pause he did it again.

I looked down at him, trying to figure out what had
gotten into him. He was smiling up at me and he paused
to say, "You have been swallowing cum for me for years.
And now you are going to be doing it for my bosses, at
my request. I should damn sure have the balls to do
this for you."

I said, "That is sweet Brad, I really appreciate what
you are saying, and what you are doing. But you don't
have to do that. It is different for a guy, I
understand that."

"Bullcuckolds brownie!" he exclaimed. "Cum is cum and it tastes the
same to you as it does to me. And anyway, it isn't that
bad, especially when you mix a bunch of pussy juice in
with it. I wouldn't want to do this everyday, but I can
handle it if you can. Now lay back and relax, I am not
going to bite you, well, not hard."

Brad licked between my thighs a little longer, and then
he started kissing and licking my clit and before I
knew it I was screaming and pulling his hair and
cumming like crazy!

I came more than I ever had before, I could feel it
dripping out of me. But I was so sensitive then that I
couldn't stand one more stroke of his tongue. I grabbed
his hair again and pulled him back up beside me and I
laughed when I saw his messy face. I licked his face
clean and then we kissed and held each other tight for
the longest time.

I was just about to fall arelax when I looked at the
clock and saw that it was still so early. We had eaten
and then raced to bed before I could even clean up the
dishes. I got up and went to the bathroom and then I
started to dress and go downstairs.

Brad stopped me and said, "Please don't. I love you
like that."

So I curtsied, not easy to do when you are naked, and
we went downstairs naked and he helped me clean up,
even though I insisted that he sit down and let me do
my job.

After the dining room was cleaned up and the dishes
were in the dishwasher, I grabbed a large towel and we
sat on the couch on the towel and had a glass of wine.
Brad's man had always had a glass of red wine in the
evening, either with dinner or afterwards. Eventually
we got into the habit as well. It was just a relaxing
thing to do after dinner.

We sat together and Brad had his arm around me and we
just enjoyed each other's company for a while. We
talked a little more about my afternoon. Brad had
several questions about Gene and how I had reacted. I
was totally honest, I was now not the least insecure
about Brad's reaction to what happened.

I pointed out the keys to the new car on the hall tree,
but Brad said that except on weekends, the car was for
me. He would be picked up in the morning and driven
home after work in a company limo. Whoa! Mister Big
Shot!

We finally went to bed and we both slept like logs. No
problems with conscience here!

In the morning we went about our normal routine. I made
breakfast and we had coffee together. The limo picked
him up at his normal leaving time, stretch limo no
less!

After he was gone I had nothing to do but put away last
nights dishes and wash the few morning dishes. Then I
went up and made the bed and while I was doing that the
phone rang. I answered, and despite how great yesterday
had been, I was still nervous about the call.

I picked it up and it was the secretary to Mr. Morris,
the company president. She asked me if I would be able
to come to the office and meet with Mr. Morris in two
hours. I told her that I would be delighted and as soon
as she hung up my stomach was in knots.

I had met all of the vice presidents, but I had never
met Mr. Morris. I had seen him. He was a very stern man
who appeared to be in his mid sixties. Everyone seemed
to be afraid of him, or at least they avoided talking
about him to me.

I went upstairs and showered and it occurred to me that
I had no idea what I should wear. I didn't know if I
should dress normally, or more in keeping with my new
part time job. I decided to compromise and wear one of
my nicer dresses, and some of the slutty underwear I
had just bought. I got ready and looked in the mirror.
I wish I knew why he wanted to see me. I probably
should have asked. I am in such a strange situation
that I have no idea what is proper.

I went out and got in the new car and it was such a
pleasure to drive that I was able to relax for most of
the ride to the plant. I had been there many times over
the years that Brad had worked here. And each time I
had been asked to show my driver's license at the gate.
Not this time! I was waived right in and the guard even
saluted as I drove through!

I drove to the administrative office building and as I
was driving down the line looking for a parking place I
passed a vacant spot not far from the door. I was
astounded to see my husband's name, Brad Pittman, on
the reserved parking sign. I parked in the slot and
went inside and a receptionist got up and escorted me
to Mr. Morris' office.

The people there had always been friendly, but not like
now. This promotion that Brad had gotten must have
really moved him into the upper echelons. I was treated
as if I were someone! It kind of made me uncomfortable.
But I was pretty sure I could get used to it.

I got to Mr. Morris' office fifteen minutes early. His
secretary said, "Mrs. Pittman. Thank you for coming in.
My name is Heather. Mr. Morris is anxious to meet you.
He has someone in his office right now, but if you
would have a seat he will be right with you."

As soon as I was seated in the expensive leather chair
she asked me if she could get me anything and after I
declined she sat with me and made small talk. I asked
her if she knew what he wanted and she smiled and said,
"Don't worry; he likes to meet with the wives of all of
his vice presidents and get to know a little bit about
them. Don't let his stern demeanor throw you, he is
really a sweetheart. He is the nicest man I have ever
worked for, honest."

I was not totally convinced, but still, she was
reassuring. We talked about nothing in particular for a
few moments and then we heard someone at the inner door
and Mr. Morris was showing someone out.

They said goodbye and he spied me sitting with Heather
and came over and with the same dour expression, but a
light and friendly tone to his voice he said, "I assume
you are Janice Pittman?"

"Yes sir," I said, "Please, call me Jan."

He nodded and guided me into his office and shut the
door. He led me to a comfortable leather seating area
in the corner and asked if he could get me a take. I
asked for a bottle of water, I was so nervous that I
was having trouble swallowing.

He went to a small refrigerator in the bar area and
brought it to me and sat down nearby. But far enough
away that I didn't feel crowded.

He said, "You are a very beautiful young woman Jan. I
have heard a lot about you. I understand that you
graduated from Middlebury College, that's an excellent
school."

I nodded and took a sip of water and waited to see what
this was about.

"Please my dear, relax. I am not nearly as ugly as I
look. And while I can't promise not to bite, I promise
not to bite hard."

I smiled and said, "I'm sorry sir, this is all so new
to me, this entire, strange situation."

He said, "I understand. Just remember that you are not
the first to go through this. We have had EPOD in
effect here for nearly a generation now. We are all
used to how strange a situation it is. We all
understand that you will need some time to learn your
responsibilities and adjust to them. Don't be afraid of
saying or doing the wrong thing, whatever mistake you
might make has been made before, I promise you."

"I had a report on you from Mr. Kennedy yesterday
afternoon and I must say that it was quite favorable. I
don't think you will have any problems adjusting to
your situation here at all."

I blushed, and he seemed to find that amusing.

I said, "I didn't even know what to wear when your
secretary called. I bought some sexier clothes to wear
after I decided to go through with this, but I didn't
want to come dancing in here looking all slutty and
upset someone. There should be a book of rules."

He looked at me and said, "You know, that's a good
idea. Why don't you keep it in mind? Make a mental note
of your questions and the appropriate answers, and
someday when you are feeling like it, work something
up. It would be helpful, wouldn't it?"

I nodded, and then he asked me if I had any questions.

I smiled and said, "What should I have worn today?"

He chuckled, but I noticed that he never smiled. "You
look lovely Jan. I wouldn't have you dressed any other
way. On the other hand, none of the gentlemen that
might call you and ask you to come to their offices in
the foreseeable future would have a problem with slutty
either."

I smiled shyly and said, "I'm wearing slutty
underwear."