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Comic Book Slut


I was home one Saturday morning when I got a call from an old high school friend that I had seen only once in the last ten years. Chris asked if I was still collecting comic books since he was going to sell some of the better books in his collection. I told him I was, but hadn’t done much collecting in a while, and money was kind of tight for the wife and me. Chris told me to come over to his parents place (he was just in town for the weekend) and take a look at the books. Maybe we could work something out.

I hadn’t been to Chris’ house in a long time, and barely remembered the way. It turns out he had some very valuable comics, but I just couldn’t afford them. He asked me what I could give him and I told Chris I only could pay about $100 bucks (the books he wanted to sell were easily worth ten times that).

Chris said “Dan, I can’t let you have them for that little. Is there anything you can think of that would make me sell the books that cheap?”

I thought about it and said “Sorry, do you have something in mind?”

Chris said if I would give him a blowjob, he would give me another $100 worth of books and if I let him fuck me, he would throw in another $100 worth.

I replied “What are you talking about? I came over to look at some comics. I’m kinda insulted, and I’m not even gay. What is this all about?”

Chris answered “I know you’re not gay Dan. It wouldn’t be fun if you were. I just think you really want these books, and I really want a blowjob from you. I want to have our high school valedictorian on his knees worshipping my cock. Besides, I think you wouldn’t mind experimenting. Look at yourself, you’re getting hard just having me suggest it.”

I looked down and noticed I was getting a hard-on. I had often masturbated to the thought of Chris using me for his own pleasure. I wasn’t gay, but had spanked off to many gay thoughts in the past. Chris used to keep a large porno collection when we were in high school, and I guess I must have just gotten lost in the thought of Chris, of all people, sexually controlling me. I didn’t know what to do or say. I just mumred “Are you serious”

Chris replied “Dan, I’m as serious as a car crash. Strip out of your clothes and kneel before me.”

I was in shock. My fantasy was becoming a reality, and I wasn’t sure how to react. “No one will be here?” I asked.

“That’s my little cocksucker. Come over here and earn your comic books. No one will know.” Chris replied.

Again, I was torn. There is no going back if I take that step. However, I really did want to know, and I don’t know how Chris thought I would be interested. It must have been fate, and who was I to go against fate. I slowly took off my clothes down to my underwear and approached Chris with a raging hard on.

“All the way, Dan. I like my bitches naked when they are blowing me.”

I stripped out of my underwear and knelt before Chris. He told me to undo his pants. As I opened his pants and belt, Chris pulled his shirt off. As I lowered his pants, Chris stepped completely out of them and ordered me to rub his cock through his underwear. In all of my fantasies, Chris had an above average cock, but I wasn’t ready for what I experienced. Chris was extremely well endowed, with a tool that had to have exceeded ten inches. I was scared, but staring in awe.

When I was told to remove his underwear, I slowly pulled at the waistband, and as I lowered his shorts, his cock lowered right onto my face. Chris laughed “My cock looks good against your face. Show me what that bitch mouth can do Mr. Valedictorian. Or should I say Miss Valedictorian. I’m gonna turn you into a cock loving girl.”

When he was completely naked, I reached for Chris’ cock, and was in shock when the head stuck out with both of my hands on it. He was huge and I was feeling like a girl. I dove right into his cock without a second thought. It tasted incredible. All those years of spanking off to a fantasy of cock sucking, not really knowing what I was fantasizing about. It was better than I imagined, and I was in a horny daze like nothing I could have expected.

Chris started giving me orders, and I did my best to please him. He told me to lick the length of his shaft, and I did it. He told me to deep throat him, and I did the best I could. All that was mattering was pleasing him. I was so wound up, that I couldn’t hear anything but Chris’ orders, his moans of pleasure and the trash talking he was giving me.

“You cock sucking slut. I should invite a couple of my friends over here to use you. Would you like that?”

I think I moaned a yes as I had a mouth full of cock. I was sucking and stroking that monster for all I was worth. Chris then pulled back and sat down on the floor with his legs spread. He told me to crawl over to him and continue. As I once again dove into his crotch, my ass was now facing the sky as I was on all fours. As I was licking Chris’ balls, I felt a finger enter my ass, and just thought that Chris was getting me more worked up. My cock had never been so hard, and no one was even touching it. I continued to suck Chris’ cock as he pushed my head down on his massive member, and I was being finger fucked by what I thought was Chris.

After about five minutes of this (and what I think was three fingers), Chris told me to turn around so that he could fuck me. I slowly raised my head from his cock, licking it as I turned around. When I finished turning around, I looked up and was staring at another naked man with a hard-on in my face.

Chris said, “Dan, you remember my brother Eric. He bet me that I couldn’t turn you into a cock slave. Obviously he lost. Do me a favor and suck him off while I fuck you. I think you’ll enjoy it, and I know Eric will. You give incredible head.” Chris then placed his huge member against my finger stretched hole and pushed for all he was worth. My ass might have given way, but I wasn’t ready. Pain flowed through me for 20 seconds or so, and then the freakiness kicked in. I was so horny that I reached out for Eric’s cock, and started sucking.

This was my real fantasy. Not just being talked into sucking cock, but being the guy in the middle of two cocks. Ever since I first saw it in a porno movie, I fantasized about being one of those women that was being used my multiple guys. How did Chris know I would want this?

I had my face pierced by Eric’s tool while Chris fucked me for at least ten minutes. I was getting incredibly tired, but was still so turned on, that I must have been running on adrenaline. Chris was grabbing my hips and thrusting hard while Eric was getting the blowjob of his life.

Then Eric told Chris he wanted to fuck me like the woman I was. Chris told him to be his guest. “This bitch needs cock. Who am I to get in your way bro?”

Eric had me lay on my back as he pressed his cock against my now swollen hole. He then put his hands on the ground on either side of me and started pumping. I reached out and grabbed his sides and held on for all I was worth. I wanted to be fucked hard and Eric was going to fuck me like the woman I was becoming.

Eric yelled “Tell me you’re a bitch. Tell me what a whore you are.”

I screamed back “I am a cock slut. When I came here today, I thought I was a man, but you showed me that I am a woman who needs real men. I have fantasized about Chris owning me like this for years, and now I am being treated like the slut I have wanted to be.”

Chris looked at me amazed. “You have fantasized about me owning you?”

I looked back “Certainly you must have known. Why else would you have asked me over?”

Chris said, “I just thought I’d have a little fun with you. I was actually surprised when you agreed to the blowjob, but I had no idea. We’ll have to make sure that all your fantasies can be realized.” Chris then left the room while Eric continued to pound my ass. Chris came back with a video camera and started filming us. After a few minutes, he placed the camera on a tripod and stuck his dick in my face. Since I hadn’t stimulated him for awhile, Chris was not hard, but in this semi hard state, it was beautiful. His dick was bigger than mine has ever been. He was the real man and I was simply his fuck toy.

I quickly grabbed his cock and started sucking again for all that I was worth. Chris took his cock out of my mouth and placed his huge balls on my face. I started licking and sucking like a woman possessed. Chris started telling me what a good slut I am and how much his friends are going to enjoy watching my performance.

After five minutes of this, Chris and Eric had me get on my knees and I was stroking and sucking both cocks at the same time. I was such a slut. Chris told me to repeat my admission to the camera, and I said “I am a slave for big cocks. Chris owns me and I will do whatever he wants. Hopefully his wishes involve more cock sucking and ass stretching. I am a woman, and Chris and Eric have shown me my true calling.” I couldn’t believe what was coming out of my mouth, and certainly Chris and Eric were even more surprised.

This must have turned them on cause both guys grabbed their cocks and stroked them to climax, right in my face and awaiting mouth. They told me to lick the cum off my face and use some of it to get myself off. I quickly came, and even quicker came out of my lust-crazed stupor.

I told Chris and Eric that I really am not gay and that I was in some kind of trance and didn’t really mean the things I was saying. I pleaded that they not tell anyone about this, especially my wife. They started laughing and Chris went over and collected the video camera. “You may have been in a trance, but the words that came from your lips were all your own. I am looking forward to the next time I have some comics to sell. By the way, you still owe me $100.”

As I put my clothes back on and gave Chris my $100, I asked him which comics he was going to give me.

Chris replied “The $100 will be used for the video tapes we need to purchase. We have a lot of future shows to put on. I’ll be going home tomorrow, but I’ll be back in a couple of weeks. In the mean time, Eric still lives in town, and he has several friends that would like to meet you. I have a feeling you won’t have much time to be reading comics before I get return.”

I unbuckled my pants and pulled my pants and underwear down past my still hard, but fading cock. The cum was all over my cock and my underwear and strings of it stretched obscenely as I pulled my underwear away from my cock.

“Wipe yourself up, you disgusting slut.”

I wiped my hand over my crotch collecting as much of the cum that had spilled there as I could.

“Now lick your hand clean.” Said one of the men that was standing there.

Obediently, I licked the cum from my hand as my master told me to take off my clothes.

“Now get on the bed and you’re going to get the fucking a whore deserves.”

I laid back on the bed, but he told me to get on my hands and knees.

As I turned and got onto all fours, my cock dangled heavily under me and could feel it growing hard again. I looked over and watched them undress and my cock began to throb and my asshole ached to be fucked. The first guy came around in front of me and before I new even what was happening, he shoved his cock into my mouth. His cock was rock hard from watching my command performance and he began to roughly fuck my face. He reached under me and grabbed hold of my nipples and began tugging on them, pulling me forward as he thrust his hips and shoved his cock down my throat. I had to quickly relax my throat to keep from obligation, but it was obvious that he didn’t care. My mouth was just a hole for him to use. I was only more turned on by being used so roughly and the tugging on my nipples made me ache for even more. I felt the cold sensation of lube on my ass and the pressing of a cock quickly followed it. I powerd my ass back onto it, trying everything to satisfy the aching in my balls. I felt the hard cock slide slowly into me and hips soon pressing against my ass. He grabbed my hips and soon there was a rhythm with me slamming back and forth between the cock in my mouth and the one in my ass.

I could hear the whirring of a video camera, but was too immersed in my primal lust to care. The man in my mouth couldn’t stand it for long and I felt him pulse and his cum began to pour into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could and he pulled out and left the rest dripping down my chin and mixing with the load on my face. When he stepped away, I could see that two of the other guys couldn’t wait their turn and there was one bent over in front of me, getting his ass fucked by the other. I moaned at the sight as I watched and felt the cock continuing to saw in and out of my ass.

The man that had cum in my mouth handed me something and told me to wipe the cum off my face. I didn’t really want to wipe the cum off my face and it seemed strange that he would let me, when I realized that he’d handed me my cum soaked underwear. “Wipe it”, he commanded.

I wiped the underwear around my face, mostly smearing the cum all over, but wiping some up too. He took the underwear from me and put it on the bed in front of me and powerd me face down into it. I dropped from all fours to be on my knees with my face buried in the bed. The man that was fucking me leaned forward and began to fuck me even harder, powering my face down into the bed. I could feel my face slide around in the puddle of cum that I was powerd into and I could feel the cock in my ass swell with arousal of what they were powering me to do.

The first hot spurts of cum blasted inside my ass and I moaned into the sticky mess in my face. He quickly pulled out and shot gob after gob onto my back and I just moaned helplessly. As he slowly recovered from his orgasm, he reached forward and grabbed me by the hair. He lifted my head to watch the last of the orgasm that the man in front of me was having. He grabbed the hips of the guy he was fucking and I could see him convulse for what seemed like forever. By the time he stepped back, I could see the cum running out of the ass and down the leg of the guy bent over in front of me. As soon as the guy that was being fucked began to recover, he turned and backed into me. He pushed his ass back towards me and I couldn’t help but extend my tongue to lick the cum from around his hole. I heard him moan and my cock throbbed even more in response.

“Yea, clean up his ass good you little cum slut”, I heard my master spit.

I could see from the corner of my eye that he was still filming, but I still didn’t care. All I could think about was satisfying my lust. I licked greedily at the cum flowing steadily out of his ass and licked up and down his thighs. Moaning with each mouthful that I swallowed. When I’d thoroughly cleaned him, he moved around behind me and flipped me over onto my back. He lifted my legs and put them over his shoulders and I watched his huge cock push against my ass. He dropped onto me, sinking his cock all the way to his balls, powering a short gasp out of me. “Oh god, yea, fuck me hard”, I blurted.

“Someone put a cock in this slut’s mouth to shut him up”, he called to the others.

They all seemed to be revived again by then and my master set the camera on the table to film as they all piled onto the bed around me. The guy fucking me was the only one in the room that hadn’t cum yet and he seemed to be taking it out on my ass. He grabbed my ankles, powering them even farther back, lifting my ass up off the bed and he slammed his hips forward, throwing all of his weight onto me and shoving the full length of his cock into me with each thrust.

I was suddenly surrounded by all three of the other guys and I quickly took a cock in each hand, guiding one to my mouth. I tried to pleasure all of them at once, raising my ass to meet his powerful thrusts and stroking and sucking every cock I could reach. They each told me what a dirty slut I was and that they were going to finish using me until there was nothing left. I felt my cock begin a slow contraction and I was so used up that the cum began to slowly pour from my cock in a steady stream rather than a convulsive spurt. I felt the guy in my ass swell impossibly harder and his cock throb before I felt his hot cum squirt inside me. It seemed that each of the cocks over me began to throb and cum in unimister, each of them shooting huge loads all over my face and body. The guy fucking my ass slid slowly out of me and dropped my legs, which fell limply against the bed.

My arms splayed out to my sides and I was barely conscious as they got dressed and left. It was an hour later before I realized that I was lying on the bed in full view of the window, with cum dripping from my ass and covered from my head to my thighs with more cum than I’d ever imagined. My wife was sitting in the chair in the corner, waiting for me to wake up, holding a videocassette.

My sexy wife collapsed beside me as her climax subsided. Dave was still straddling my chest. He gripped his big dick in his right hand and pointed the head toward my mouth. I didn't hesitate at all. I opened my mouth wide and nodded my approval.

Dave's cock touched my lips and a surge of excitement shot through my body. I felt my own cock begin to harden as my tongue ran over the creases and contours of his throbbing rod.

Precum leaked from the head as I slurped on Dave's cock. It tasted different than my cum. It was sweeter and I wanted more. My head bobbed faster over the thick head of his cock as I wrapped my hand around the saliva and cum slickened shaft and pumped it fast.

Dave's breathing became labored and I knew he was close.

"I'm gonna cum," he grunted. "Where do you want it?"

"In my mouth," I answered quickly. I wanted to take his essence. I wanted to feel him explode in my mouth. I wanted to taste his thick cum and I didn't have to wait long.

His cock started to spit in my mouth and I gulped down his thick creamy but it was too much too fast. It spilled from my mouth and ran down my chin as he pumped his throbbing dick down my throat.

Sandy straddled my now hard cock and guided it inside her warm wet pussy as I swallowed her husbands delicious cum. He climbed off my chest as my rejuvenated wife sat on my face with her cum filled pussy. I licked my cream from her as Sandy rode my cock.

Kelly leaned forward and pressed her lips to Sandy. They kissed deeply as the three of us worked ourselves into a lust filled frenzy. Sandy rode my cock hard and fast while I devoured Kelly's delicious pussy.

My wife cried out as she came hard on my face. Sandy climbed off my cock and turned around. She spit on the head of my cock as she lubed her tight asshole. Kelly guided my cock up Sandy's ass as the sexy redhead kissed her neck.

Dave's cock had already recovered and he climbed aboard his sexy wife and eased his big dick inside her wet warm pussy. He pumped his cock into her hard and fast. I could feel it stroking the underside of my cock through the thin membrane separating the two holes and it didn't take long for me to cum inside his wife's tight asshole.

Dave continued to pound his dick into his wife as my cock softened in her ass. Sandy seemed to cum over and over until she literally collapsed onto the floor. Kelly lay beside her and kissed her tenderly as she caressed the pretty redhead's soft sexy body.

Dave stood over me and lewdly stroked his giant cock. It glistened with his wife's juices as precum streamed from the head.

"Do you want more," he asked me. His voice was thick with lust and his tone was hard and demanding.

"Yes," I hissed.

"Yes what?" he retorted.

"Yes, please." I pleaded. Suddenly I knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to make me his bitch and I was ready for it. "Please master may I suck your big hard cock."

"Beg for it slave," he demanded.

"Please master I need your cock in my mouth. I need to make you cum so I can swallow more of your delicious cum," I begged.

"Get on your knees bitch."

I quickly climbed to my knees and waited for him to guide his big hard meat to my lips. I parted them wide as he sank his big beautiful cock down my throat. My eyes watered as I fought my gag reflex. I could feel each crease and vein on my lips as his thick shaft slid over them. I sucked hard as he mercilessly fucked my mouth until I was rewarded with another huge load of thick warm cum. I swallowed his entire load as my wife crawled over to me and kissed me deeply.

"That was so hot baby," she said between kisses. "I never imagined that you were bi or that it would be so hot to watch you suck another guy's dick but holy cuckolds brownie that was incredible."

"It really was," I said sheepishly. I was embarrassed confused and incredibly excited.

"Do you want to do it again?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Good, because I do too. Did you like it when he called you his slave?" She asked.

"Yes," I hissed,

"You like being a slave don't you. Do you want to be a slave?" Kelly asked.

"Whose slave do you want to be piggy his or mine," my sexy wife asked sternly.

"Both," I answered honestly.

"Good, because for the rest of this vacation that is exactly what you will be."

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Forcing the Issue


It all started with a phone call, a call that would change my life forever. I had been playing on a web site for about 6 months, writing erotic stories and talking with women that made my cock so hard I thought it make put a hole in my pants.

I was a married man, so I knew I shouldn't have been there without my wife's permission. But I felt trapped in a sexless marriage and the web site and my writings were my only outlet from the pressures of every day life and the release I so desperately needed.

I was chatting on-line with a great girl I had met recently on the site when I got the call. I had a huge smile on my face. I typed brb phone on the IM and quickly answered the phone thinking it was business.

"Hello this is John," I said with a confident voice.

"Well, hello John. It's nice to finally put a voice to the pictures." The voice on the other end was a deep manly voice. He was very direct, didn't mince words.

"Who is this?" I asked with a puzzled voice. He had instantly grabbed my attention, but I still didn't think too much of it since my face is all over my business web site, just thought he was kind of creepy.

"You don't know me John, and who I am is not important. What's important is that I know you. I know all about you. I know that you are married and I know what you have been up to."

"I....Uhhhh...I don't know what you mean." I tried desperately to keep my composure and remain coy, but his words cut into me like a dagger.

Before I even had time to think about the ramifications of what he had just said he was speaking again. "I'm gonna get right to the point. You have something I want. I have information about you that you wouldn't want your family, friends, and clients to find out. What I propose is simple. You give me what I want and I don't e-mail all of those people the incriminating evidence I have against you."

My heart practically stopped as the words came out of his mouth. He was right. I was a church going man. I led my Bible study for goodness sakes. I was a pillar of the community and my business was based on that reputation. If this got out, then I would be ruined. Not to mention that my marriage would be over and I would lose my kids. I couldn't let that happen. I would do anything to keep that from happening.

I asked some questions to make sure he wasn't making cuckolds brownie up. "How do you know about me? What kind of proof do you have? How did you get my friends' e-mail addresses?"

He spoke again in his calm, unshakable way, "How is not important, but go check your e-mail if you want the proof. I'll wait."

I quickly flipped over to my e-mail and hit refresh. There was an e-mail from an unknown sender. I clicked on it and a screen came up with transcripts of IM conversations. Chats that I had talked about my kids and my business. It was plenty of information to incriminate me. It also had some very dirty thoughts in there.

After a long silence and a deep sigh I picked up the phone again. "How much do you want?" I asked.

"I don't want your money John, and by the way thanks for clicking on that e-mail and downloading the virus I just used to get your friends and family's e-mail addresses." He chuckled.

"Then what do you want?" I was even more confused than ever. What else could this guy possibly want from me?

"I want you John. I've seen that sweet ass of yours. I've seen those lips. I've read your stories. I get so fucking hard every time I look at your pictures! I'm about to cum just talking to you." I was so taken aback by that statement that I almost fell out of my chair.

When I was finally able to gain control of my thoughts again I said, "You do realize I'm not gay right? You sure you don't have me mistaken for someone else?"

He laughed again. "Oh, I know exactly who I'm talking to. I've seen that cock spewing that hot nasty cum all over the place, and I want a piece of it. I always get what I want."

"So what exactly do you want?" I still wasn't sure what he wanted from me.

"You know what I want. I'm gonna e-mail you an address. You meet me at that address tomorrow at noon or the e-mail goes out to everyone. No questions asked. I'm not one to negotiate. I think we both know that I'm holding all of the cards here. Don't worry, you might like it." Then there was silence. He had hung up before I even had time to protest.

I refreshed my e-mail again and there was another e-mail from an unknown sender. I was scared to open it, but I really didn't have a choice. The e-mail had an address on the other side of town, with the words PS- shave that tight little ass of yours before you come.

My ass clenched at the sight of the words. I got sick to my stomach. I sat there for the next hour just trying to come up with some way to get out of this, but nothing came to my mind. I was stuck. I may actually have to do this, I thought to myself. That sick bastard had me by the balls and tomorrow he literally might have me by the balls.

That night I was lying there in my bed tossing and turning. Images of what might have to happen the next day were haunting me. I had no idea what this guy looked like, but I imagined him to be some dirty old man, with a raggedy old dick.

I had wondered a time or two what it might feel like to have a cock in your mouth or in your ass. A lot of women sure seemed to like it so there must be something enjoyable about it. But never before had I been able to stomach the thought of it. As I was lying there in deep thought I was finally able to fall arelax around 2:00 in the morning from exhaustion.

I slept in the next morning. I got up late and slowly got ready for work, making sure to shave my ass like he had asked me to do. I tried to play with it a little in the shower, just trying to see what it might feel like. It was hard to even get a finger in there. The thought of more than that scared the hell out of me.

I finally got to work and opened my e-mail again, hoping to find another e-mail saying that he had changed his mind, but no such luck. I was too nervous to even eat or try to get anything accomplished at work. I hadn't even remembered to say goodbye to the girl I was talking to last night.

I just sat there in my desk trying to find a way out of this and again nothing was coming to mind. Oh well, I thought. It was just this once, and no one would ever have to know about it.

The rest of the morning was like a fog until I pulled up to the address that the man on the phone had given me. It was a fairly large house sitting on over an acre of wooded land. The perfect place for a sick and twisted guy like this to live.

When I approached the door I got an eerie feeling. For the first time since I got the call yesterday I realized how dangerous this was. For all I knew this guy was gonna ******* me when we were done and feed me to his dogs.

I stood there by the door contemplating this for some time before realizing that it was a minute till noon and I needed to put up or shut up and leave this town for good.

I used the knocker on the door and lifted it to the air before knocking it against the iron on the door. I could here the sound echo through the big house.

Then I heard the sound of the man's voice on the intercom next to the door. "Glad to see you could make it John. I was starting to think I might have to send this e-mail out. Trust me John, that is the last thing I want to do. Come on in and go to the room at the end of the hall on your left."

Buzzzzzzz

The door opened with a buzz and I walked into the house. My nerves were driving me crazy. I wished I could just go numb and not feel anything for the next hour of my life, then I could just erase it from my memory forever.

Before I knew it I was standing in front of the door he had told me to enter. A dark ominous feeling could be felt deep in my soul. I have to say that it was scary as hell, but it felt good to feel something again, kind of like an adrenaline rush. I certainly wasn't expecting that thought, but I was always one to look at the bright side.

I slowly opened the door. I might as well get this whole thing over with as fast as I can, I thought.

When I opened the door I walked into an empty room. Immediately, the door behind me shut and I heard it lock. I reached for the handle but there wasn't one.

"Oh Shit," I whispered under my breathe. What had I gotten myself into?

The light dimmed a little and I heard the voice of the man on the phone again. "Don't be afraid John. Just some precautions to make sure you don't change your mind. Now, for the reamister I brought you here. I'm sure you're dying to know. On the other side of that door are four men. They have paid me good money for the fantasy that you are about to give them.

Don't worry, your job is simple. Just be their play toy for the next hour and you will be free to go about your life, like nothing ever happened. Whatever you do, don't do anything stupid and make sure they know how much you love it. If it's not believable then all I have to do is hit the send button on this e-mail. Now take all of your clothes off and put them in the drawer in the right. You have two minutes to comply."

"Four guys," I yelled, but there was only silence. I hurried to pull off all of my clothes and my shoes and walked to the wall pulling out the drawer and putting them in. I was naked and vulnerable in an empty room.

Then I heard the door open and four guys walked into the room, looking me up and down with big smirks on their faces. I stood there frozen. I had no idea what they wanted, but I knew it couldn't be good.

There was a very tall skinny black man, who looked like he could have been a professional basketball player. He had to be at least six and a half feet tall. The second guy I noticed was A big burly man. I could tell this guy was a gym rat and could probably bench press me a hundred times. His arms were bigger than my legs.

Then there was the All-American guy. He looked like he could have been Mathew McConaughey's brother, with his blonde hair and tall, muscular frame. Finally the fourth guy Looked more like a guitarist for Marilyn Manmister. He was white as a sheet and had on all goth clothes with tattoos all over his body. This was quite the motley crue. I don't think I would see a single one of these guys on the street and think they would be into boys.

They walked circles around me surveying the merchandise. The big guy was first to act with a hard slap to my ass. I jumped and felt the stinging reverberate through my body. "Nice ass you got there you little cock whore," said the big guy in a higher pitched voice than what you would expect from such a big guy. "I can't wait to get my cock in that tight little ass."

My ass clenched at the thought. The blonde kid was the next to speak up. "Why don't you go ahead and get on your knees, and let's get this party started." I complied with his demand and got down on my knees, waiting to see what would happen next.

He walked up to me and placed his hand on my face gently. He pulled his shirt off and said, "now pull this cock of mine out and get to work suckin bitch."

This was the moment I dreaded. My heart was racing. My palms were sweating. I tried to act like I liked it, but I was sure they could see the way my face cringed, as I reached up to unbuckle his jeans.

I slowly lowered his jeans, hoping that at some point someone would run in and say this whole thing was a joke. I could see the outline of his limp dick in his boxer briefs. Next I slowly pulled down his briefs and watched as his cock fell out before me. There it was, only inches from my hands and a foot from my face. I couldn't believe I was actually going to go through with this.

I wrapped my hand around his cock. It was warm and soft. The skin was loose. It felt similar to my limp dick, only bigger. It was so strange to be holding another man's cock in your hand and I knew it would only feel even more strange to have it in my mouth.

"What are you waiting for, you know you wanna taste it," said the goth man in the back of the room with a big smile on his face. I could see in the background the other guys pulling their shirts off and heading towards me. I was stroking his cock and it was growing in my hand.

It was now or never. I opened my mouth and did what I had seen many women do before in the pornos that I had watched in the past. It felt warm in my mouth, and it instantly got larger and larger in my mouth. As it grew it began to fill up my whole mouth and I had to open it wider and wider to keep him in. I was moving my mouth back and forth and sucking as best I could. The sooner I could get this done the better, I thought.

I had to admit that so far it wasn't so bad. It's just a cock, I kept telling myself. If I could do that to my own cock, then I would. The blonde kid was fully erect now and I could only get half of him in my mouth. I stopped and pulled him out, stroking it with my hand. I took a good look at it and figured it had to be 8 inches long and had a good width to it. It was too wide for me to get my fingers completely around it.

What was this guy doing here? He could have any girl he wanted, I wondered. I'm sure plenty of girls would ******* to have a cock like that in their mouth. As I continued to stroke it, curiosity was getting to me. What is it that girls liked so much about this?

Before I could think too hard about it, the goth guy had walked up to me. I knew what I had to do next. I reached over and unbuckled his leather pants. His white chest was almost blinding me. I reached into his boxers and pulled out his semi erect cock. A few strokes of my hand and I took it deep into my mouth.

I had seen enough gang bang videos to know how this went. I reached over and was stroking the blonde kids dick while I sucked on the goths cock in my mouth, feeling it now grow in my mouth. I have to admit there was a certain power in being able to make a man hard like that. The feeling was not much different than when you make a woman wet.

I could actually feel my cock start to get a little harder as I felt the cock of the goth fill my virgin mouth. When I pulled his cock out I was surprised to see it was even bigger than the blonde kid's. It was thick and had to be 9 inches long. How many girls would ******* to be stroking both of these cocks right now, and here I was doing it.

I was taking turns putting their cocks in my mouth. Sucking and stroking them. The feel of the warm wet cocks sliding in and out was intense. Now the big man and the Black guy walked up to me and wanted in on the action. I turned over to them, quickly pulling down both of their pants and gazing in wonder at the size of the black man's semi-erect dick. It was bigger than the goth's fully erect cock!

I held both dicks in my hand and stroked them, loving the feel of them get harder and harder in my hands. Starting with the big guys and saving the biggest for last I hungrily took it into my mouth. He was erect in seconds and was probably the smallest of the group, but still bigger than the average cock.

He grabbed the back of my head and said, "Now deep throat it you slut." He thrust his cock into the back of my throat and pulled my head into him. I gagged instantly. Saliva pouring from my mouth onto his cock. I tried to loosen it again, but I gagged the second time.

After several attempts it finally slid into the back of my throat. I took him deep inside me. The black man's dick getting harder in my hand at the sight of this.

Then I felt a finger on my ass. It was the goth guy rubbing away at my tight little ass. He got down on his hands and knees and started licking my ass getting it lubricated for him to fuck me. I was shocked at how good it felt to have a man's tongue on my ass. My cock was almost fully erect now.

He stood up again and reached around to stroke my cock while his finger finally penetrated me. I let out a moan, with the big guys cock still thrusting deep into my mouth. It caused him to moan and encouraged him to continue fucking my face.

In the meantime, the dick in my hand had grown to the size of a horse dick. It must have been close to 12 inches long. My god, I thought, that will rip me apart. The goth kid was having a hard enough time getting two fingers in my ass.

"Now let me fuck this pretty little ass," said the goth guy standing behind me. He pushed me down from behind and I fell to my hands. Before I knew it I could feel the pressure of his cock pressing against my ass. He was thrusting into me, desperately trying to penetrate my tight ass.

In the meantime the black man got on his knees in front of me and said, "My turn you sick Mother Fucker." His big beautiful cock standing in front of me. Even a straight man had to admire the beauty of it. I gobred up the head of his cock, tasting the pre cum on the tip. It was warm and sweeter than I thought. I found myself wanting to taste more of it.

Just as I had that thought, I felt the cock of the goth guy finally enter my ass and he groaned as he thrust it in inch by painstaking inch. The further in he got the more my cock throbbed. I moaned again, the black man's cock now hitting the back of my throat and I wanted more of it.

I opened the back of my throat and let it slide in deep. The blonde kid was now kneeling beside me too so I took his cock in my hand, playing with it, loving the feel of it throbbing in my hand.

I could now feel the balls of the guy behind me smacking mine. A hard slap to my ass told me that I was his bitch. I worked my ass like I had seen so many girls do before. I loved the way it felt inside of me. I loved the power of bringing so much pleasure to these guys. I wanted them all to come so badly. I wanted to taste it, to feel it on my body and oozing out of me, just like the girls in the videos.

I rocked back on his cock, trying to get him off as fast as I could. His moans only encouraged me. But he pulled out before I could finish him off. The black man backed away, as they pondered what to do with me next.

The big man bent over and said, "Now eat my ass you nasty whore." I crawled over to him and stuck my tongue out. I was vigorously licking his ass, enjoying every minute of the control these men had on me. I was always in control and it was invigorating to have someone else control me for once.

I reached underneath and was fondling his balls with my hands. He told me to lie on the ground on my back. I complied and he proceeded to sit on my face. The blonde kid grabbed my legs and held up my ass giving it a good lick before letting me back down and thrusting his cock deep into my ass.

The big man was rubbing his ass all over my face, then making me suck on his balls. I could not believe how much I was loving it. Every once in awhile the blonde kid would jerk on my cock for a minute, bringing me to the brink, but not letting me cum.

When the big man finally let me loose, he said he wanted to fuck my ass next. He was lying on the ground before I knew it and I jumped on top of him and slid his cock into my ass. I leaned back and fucked him good. Riding him like a God damn bull!

The black man walked up straddling the big guy and slapped me on the face with his dick, telling me to suck it some more. I took it as deep as I could in my mouth. The look on his face only turned me on more.

"Ahhhhh Fuck yes!" I could feel the cum filling my ass, as the big man underneath me screamed out. I was moaning so loud and my cock was just about to explode. By then both of the other guys had come over and I had a cock in each hand and one in the mouth.

The black man pulled out and said, "My turn to rip that ass apart bitch." He came up behind me and had no problem sticking two fingers in my ass and feeling the dripping wet cum of the last guy. He reached around and put his fingers in my mouth. "Eat that cum you cum whore."

I loved it! I wanted more of it. The black man stuck his cock in the crack of my ass and pushed hard and fast. "Owwwwww," I screamed in pain, as I felt my ass hole spread wide, but the pain was quickly replaced by the pleasure of his cock pressing against my prostate.

My breathing was heavy, my head got dizzy. I could see stars. Then the goth man got on his knees and thrust his cock in my mouth making me take him deep in my mouth again. I was working back on the black man, trying to take him as deep as my ass would let me, and moaning and groaning, doing everything I could to suck the cum out of the hard cock in front of me.

Then he winced and groaned and I could feel the vein in his cock start to sputter. He pulled his cock out and I grabbed it with my hands stroking it hard. The spew of his cum hitting my mouth and face, and falling down onto my chest. I kept working it, trying to get as much cum as I could. Then I took it in my mouth one more time, tasting the cum that had remained.

What an incredible feeling! I never knew it could be so exhilarating to feel that shoot on my face and to feel it throb in my hand. I wanted more and more. I rocked back hard on the huge dick in my ass. Trying to finish it off.

The blonde kid was next and he walked up to me, stuck his cock in my mouth, and started coming in it after only a few strokes. His warm cum filling my mouth. I let it stay there for a minute, rolling it around in my tongue, before pushing it out of my mouth and letting it drip off my chin and onto my chest.

Their seeds were the reward for my hard work. I could feel the black man getting close. His pants and groans almost turned to screams as I rocked back into his cock. He pulled his cock out and I turned to face him. Before I could even grab his cock he was shooting thick streams of cum all over my body. It was like a never ending stream of cum covering me.

When he was finished, I licked him clean. He put his hand on my chest and pulled some now sticky cum up with his fingers. He then placed his fingers in my mouth and I ate it all up.

I guess the big guy was ready for seconds as he was lying on the ground stroking his cock again. I walked over to him, and again jumped on his cock. I was riding it so hard and fast. I leaned back and began stroking my cock. I was letting him hit me just right.

It didn't take me or him very long. We both grunted and moaned, his cum filling my ass and my cum shooting up onto my already cum soaked chest.

The other men were already getting dressed. The big man pushed me to the side. "You're even more of a slut than the man said you would be," said the big man as he laughed.

The man quickly dressed and walked out the door. I was left there exhausted and exhilarated at how much I enjoyed it. Then I heard the man's voice again. "I told you, you would like it. Now go through the door and find the bathroom on the right. You can shower and your clothes will be waiting for you there. Tell anyone about this and I will expose you. Thanks for the diligent work. I thoroughly enjoyed watching it."

"Why don't you come in here and let me suck you dry then?" I wanted more. I craved that feeling again. But there was silence as the door opened.

I left the room and showered. I was almost sad to have to wash all of the fruits of my labor from my body. I had never come that hard a day in my life.

The car ride home was interesting. My ass was so sore from the days events. I was still so turned on that I had to rub out another one as soon as I got home. I slept better that night than I had in a long time. I was exhausted!

The next morning when I got to work I jumped on my e-mail and there was a message from the man who had introduced me to my love of being a sub cum slut. The message was simple, and a little smirk came over my face.

The message said: Next week. Same time. Same place or else this video footage gets sent out to everyone.

A la découverte de mon goût pour les mecs


Après mon dépucelage par mes copains Algériens, j’ai commencé à regarder mon corps différemment, mon coté féminin s’imposait à moi, j’éprouvais le besoin de plaire et de me sentir désiré. Je pensais sans arrêt à Salem, il habitait avec sa famille un pavillon dans la même rue que moi. Je le voyais souvent et nous nous retrouvions à la piscine avec ses copains. Il continuait à me draguer et sentait bien que cela ne me laissait pas indifférent. Un jour il m’a proposé de le suivre aux cabines, il s’était excité contre moi dans le grand bain, je pouvais sentir mistert sexe gonflé sous mistert maillot. Nous avions très envie tous les deux. Je l’ai suivi dans une cabine en retrait du passage des baigneurs. Il a baissé mistert maillot en me demandant de retirer le mien puis il est passé derrière moi pour mater mon petit cul qui le faisait fantasmer. Il a enfilé sa longue verge durcie et chaude entre mes cuisses puis l’a fait glisser entre mes petites fesses. Il y avait mis de la salive et je sentais ma rondelle anale s’élargir et s’ouvrir sous la pression qu’exerçait mister gros nœud. Laissant le libre accès à mon doux et chaud fourreau anal que je rodais régulièrement dans l’espoir de pouvoir accueillir le sexe de mes copains sans avoir mal. Je me suis câblé et il est entré en moi d’un seul coup, sa virilité à disparue tout au fond de mon petit ventre juvénile et je sentais ses couilles et les poils de mister sexe me caresser les fesses. Bien sur c’était encore mes débuts et j’ai sursauté quand il m’a défoncé. Mais après je me suis vite détendu et me sentais bien, parfaitement à l’aise et à ma place avec ce beau sexe en moi qui, sans aucun doute prenait du plaisir car Salem à jouit assez rapidement en me disant qu’il sentait que j’aimais cela et que je me faisais baiser comme une bonne petite salope. Nous sommes retournés nous baigner avec les autres et c’est comme cela que je suis devenu la salope à Salem pendant plus d’une année. Il racontait tout à ses copains et en détail. Ils voulaient tous m’essayer, au début Salem m’accompagnait aux cabines, elles n’étaient pas très grandes mais nous pouvions y tenir à trois. Il aimait me voir me faire prendre par un autre mec. Cela l’excitait encore plus. En général, je commençais par les sucer puis Salem proposait à mister copain de m’enculer. Pendant que le mec me limait par derrière, Salem me présentait sa belle verge, j’étais en admiration devant mister sexe, mon regard y était scotché et il m’attirait comme un trombone vers un aimant. J’aimais quand il me saisissait la tête à deux mains, ma bouche s’ouvrait automatiquement, c’était devenu un réflexe. Il y entrait mister beau gland charnu qui était plus épais que sa longue verge. Puis il l’enfonçait tout au fond de ma gorge en me disant que j’aimais la bite des Arabes et que j’avais de la chance car ils étaient de bons baiseurs. Je prenais du plaisir à me laissé faire par ces garçons, je m’appliquais à exécuter leurs ordres et a assouvir leur désir de jouissance. A cette époque j’avalais leur sperme. Je trouvais cela plus propre et cela ravissait mes baiseurs. J’aimais bien nos petites baises à la piscine, les mecs étaient propres et nous pouvions nous laver. Parfois, après m’être fait enculer par certains mecs assez fortement membrés, je retournais me baigner. J’aimais me montrer, je rentrais mon maillot entre mes petites fesses et je savais que les mecs me mataient. J’avais déjà 1 ou 2 bonnes giclés de sperme dans l’anus et me sentais bien chaud et bien rempli. Les mecs m’invitaient à allé les rejoindre dans le bain. Il fallait que je fasse attention de bien serré les fesses car mon trou du cul étais parfois tellement ouvert et élargi que mon anus se replissait d’eau de la piscine. Pendant cette année, j’ai du satisfaire l’équivalent des joueurs d’un terrain de foot car il y avait toujours le copain d’un copain d’un copain qui avait envie. Salem m’avait complètement pris sous sa coupe et je faisais tout pour qu’il soit content de moi et qu’il continue à me baiser. Comme j’étais docile et très gentil, Salem m’avait demandé si je voulais bien sortir avec Mohamed, un des ouvriers qui habitait dans des dépendances du pavillon de sa mère. J’ai accepté pour rendre service, j’avais bon cœur et ne pouvais rien refuser à Salem. Cela m’a permis e découvrir de nouvelles sensations comme celle de baiser dans un lit et d’avoir un homme sur moi. Jusqu’alors, je me faisais prendre debout ou assis sur un mec dans les cabines de la piscine. Un jour, nous sommes allés rejoindre Mohamed sur le chantier ou il travaillait. Il y avait un local qui servait de réfectoire et un autre pour la douche et les toilettes. Dans le premier il y avait une table, un frigo, un évier et des casiers pour ranger leurs affaires. Ce jour la, Mohamed m’a baisé dans le réfectoire avec 2 autres ouvriers, un Marocain et un portugais. Ils m’ont pris à tour de rôle sur la table. J’avais retiré mon slip et mon pantalon pour qu’ils puissent me prendre plus facilement. Ils avaient ouvert leurs cotes de travail et se masturbaient pendant que je me doigtais ma large rondelle anale avec du beurre que nous avions trouvé dans le frigo. Le Portugais en avait une grosse et cela m’excitait encore plus de le regarder se branler en matant mon trou du cul bien élargi et bien graissé. Mohamed m’a pris le premier, j’étais allongé sur la table les jambes écartées. Il me les a relevées et m’a enculé, voyant que ma rondelle ne lui opposait aucune résistance, il est entré tout au fond de moi et à commencé à allé et venir dans mon trou que le beurre avait parfaitement graissé. Je sentais ses couilles venir bute contre mes petites fesses. Il sentait la sueur, le ciment, le tabac et cette odeur particulière certainement due à l’alimentation des Algériens et Marocains. C’était très excitant de voir mon petit sexe mouillé entre mes jambes relevées sur mister torse poilu. Il c’est retenu pour ne pas jouir et a laisse la place à mister collègue Marocain qui c’est mis la bite au chaud a mister tour. La table était assez dure, cela n’était pas très confortable mais à par cela je me sentais plutôt a l’aise. Puis ca été au tour du Portugais. Je n’avais jamais reçu une aussi grosse bite dans mon cul et j’étais fébrile à l’idée de me faire défoncer par mister gros engin. Cela a été vraiment trop bon. J’ai eu un peu mal au début, le temps que mon anus se dilate bien pour accueillir sa grosse verge poilue, puis je me suis complètement relâche et abandonné au plaisir de le sentir me défoncer et se glisser tout au fond de mon anus qui servait maintenant à faire jouir tous ces mecs qui avaient besoin de se vider les testicules. Il m’emmanchait puissamment mais pas violement, il me la rentrait jusqu’aux couilles. Quand il allait tout au fond, je ressentais une petite douleur tout au fond de mon ventre et me suis aperçu que cela m’excitait car j’avais une petite érection. Puis j’ai fermé les yeux et m’entendais exprimer ma jouissance anale en lâchant un petit ha à chacune de ses pénétrations profondes. J’avais oublié où j’étais, Mohamed, le Marocain et Salem qui continuaient à se branler en me regardant me faire baiser. Je suis redescendu sur terre quand j’ai entendu une voie dire « elle est entrain de jouir du cul la salope » et que mon belle étalon Portugais c’est retiré de mon anus tout chaud et brûlant du désir de recevoir les giclées de sperme qui allaient calmer ce feux qu’ils avaient allumé dans mon ventre. Ils avaient les testicules bien lourds et pleins, ils se mistert soulagés en moi et sur moi, je sentais cette odeur que je connaissais bien et qui me prouvait que mes partenaires avaient été satisfaits de mes services. J’avais l’esprit tranquille avec le sentiment d’avoir donné le meilleur de moi-même pour avoir la reconnaissance de mon ami Salem.

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T'as pas à t'excuser c correct

He yanked me toward him., he slapped me not hard still. I didn’t protest or cry. I was beaten now and knew it. I was submitting to this man to his will.

He kissed me hard his tongue filling my mouth , I responded our tongues circling each other, he grabbed my breasts squeezing them hard.. I started to moan I felt my knees get weak, my pussy was sopping wet now..

“Get Naked he commanded want to see your white ass now”
I nodded and started to unhook my skirt. He started to count 10 .. 9… 8 . My skirt was down , 7 .. 6.. 5 My shoes , 4… 3…2 , My stockings , 1.. 0 . To late my panties were down around my knees
He grabbed me and turned over his knee and spanked me with five whacks. I knew what he was doing , he was gaining control of me putting me under his command . This was like a gang initiation rite do what he says or you get punished .

He stood me up. My eyes where wet but I did not cry I knew crying would just bring more punishment. Plus I liked this , this feeling of being commanded, of being punished my parents never punished me so this was exciting different to me. My ideal man had always been someone who was in control , dominant. My fantasies had always involved me submitting to someone and now my fantasy was coming true. That it was a strong well built black man a gang banger made it all the sexier hotter. I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me.

Get your panties off

I did he grabbed me , he put my hands by his crotch I felt his huge bulge sticking out between his tight jeans . I began to unbuckle and unzip his pants looking down I felt like I did at Christmas or my birthday unwrapping a present.

After a few seconds I held this incredible cock in my hands. This huge thick black pole in my soft white hands. I stroked, it teased it. I could not wrap my hand completely around it , I loved the contrast between my soft white hands and his thick long black cock.

“Kiss it bitch “ he commanded in a dry flat voice.

I got on my knees I was completely naked now on the carpeted floor where just an hour ago I had been teaching simple addition. I kissed his shiny hot black cock at the huge red head I felt little drops of cum and urine. I kept imagining what it would be like to have this monster in my pussy , fucking me . I kissed his black hairy balls

“ Lick it cunt “

I licked him from the base of his monster cock to the thick red head, the thick purple veins. I looked up at him there was no emotion on his face just silent this made me want to please him more like I needed to work more. I licked it more, like a giant black popsicle, it seemed to take forever for my tongue to lick it from base to head at the end I could just begin to taste the cum that would soon fill my mouth.

“Suck it bitch take it all”

I nodded opened my mouth as wide as it could and started to take him down my throat slowly I worked it down. But I could only get half of it down my throat. I looked up to see his reaction. An angry scowl now covered his face.

“What you looking at bitch, you best be thinking on how you’re going to get this foot long black pipe down your throat”

I nodded and continued to work more of it down. I was looking at the most magnificent example of manhood I had ever seen thick chest, enormous arms, shredded abs. I grabbed hold of his thick trunk like thighs and pushed more of his monster in me. I reached up to his firm ass .

Then he put my face between his hands and rammed his cock down my throat. I tried to resist but it was useless .

“Fight me bitch and I’ll hurt you”

With that he got it all way down, his black balls were resting on my chin as he started to fuck my mouth. I had to breath through my nose, fighting the need to gag as his cock went in and out of my mouth. My jaw was sore from being opened so wide for so long

“Ok bitch now you do it take it all like I just showed don’t fuck up swallow it all’

With that I began a back and forth motion with my head I held onto his thighs for support
I could feel his thick huge balls hitting my chin as I worked his monster cock in and out of my throat. My jaw ached, I struggled to breath through my nose, I gagged as I worked him in and out of my mouth. I looked up only to see him still scowling . This just made me work harder to ignore my pain and discomfort. Never have I wanted to please a man more.

Drops of cum began to leave his cock, then a gusher as I still rocked back and forth. He grabbed my head and pushed me hard toward him. My mouth, throat filled with cum as he shot a massive load down my throat. I couldn’t breath I struggled but he held me tight . Finally he released
I gagged as I put all of it down my throat but I knew that’s what he wanted. What I wanted was to please him.

I collapsed on all fours like a dog panting. He grabbed a handful of my hair my mouth was still full of his cum some of it running down my chin I licked it . He smiled at that. Smiled at my offense, my pain. Still I wanted him, Wanted him more than anyone. I’ve had men buy me things, take me out treat me like royalty but none of them made me feel like I felt now.

The fact that he didn’t seem to care about me made me want him more. His strength that incredibly muscled black body, that huge black cock was all I wanted. He was a leader in control men did things because he told them to. I wanted that to be with someone like that.

“Want me to fuck you bitch” he asked his voice monotone devoid of emotion.

I rose to my knees looked up at him with pleading, tear filled eyes.

“Yes I’ve wanted it for months , wanted you to fuck me "
“Take my shoes off bitch”

“I got back on all fours and took off his shoes then his socks”
I looked down I could see where I had created a small puddle where my cunt juices had dripped onto the floor.

“Pants and shorts bitch”
I nodded got on my knees and began to pull his pants down he had taken the belt off and held it menacingly in his hand. I looked at the belt in his hand and looked up at him.
“Please don’t hurt me “ I begged
“Do what I say and I won’t “
I nodded and pulled his pants down off him then his boxers.. He was naked now except for a tank top, and a thick gold chain. I was no my knees surveying this magnificent specimen of manhood.
I sighed as I looked him over his broad shoulder, thick chest, huge arms, ripped abs and then the best part his thick full black cock.

“ Get that cuckolds brownie off your desk bitch, Get your ass on your desk, on your back, spread your legs do it you got to ten”
He hit one of the kids desks with his belt

Whack 10 .. Whack 9 . The sound filled the room. I moved quickly to clean my desk. Yet part of me wanted that belt against my ass , wanted to feel it . I was terrified and excited at the same time. So strange. Whack 1, Whack 0. Still my desk was not cleaned off.

Turn around bitch, grab the desk with both hands, ass up

I did as I was told, waiting with both dread and anticipation for him to use his belt on my ass.

You know why I’m doing this bitch he snarled.

“Yes Sir “ I answered.
“Why Cunt”

I struggled for a second

“Because I didn’t do as I was told.” I sounded like a little girl when I said that
“That’s right bitch , hopefully from now on you will listen and do what you’re told”

From now on oh god that sounded so good. To think that he planned on me being his was such a turn on . Whip me I thought make it hurt.

Whack the belt fell hard on my ass I whimpered Whack again and again after five he stopped. Yanked my hair back.

“Well bitch, have you learned your lesmister for today”
My eyes where filled with tears but I answered
“Yes sir I learned my lesmister I’ll do better next time”

Get to it . I cleaned off my desk and got on my back I spread my legs as far as they could . I grabbed the desk with my nails digging in. He walked toward me his monster cock sticking out like a huge pipe between his legs. I smiled at the thought of it being in me. My months of waiting where over.

He put his cock at my cunt lips
“What you want bitch” he smiled as he said that.
“Fuck me , fuck me I moaned fuck me with that big black cock of yours”
“After this bitch , no white boy will ever be able to satisfy you”
“Don’t care fuck me , make me a black cock slut just fuck me”
With that he entered me slowly I felt my cunt lips being pushed, my muscles being torn .I rose my ass off the desk to give him a better target. Slowly he entered me with each inch I fell fuller and fuller. I started to moan I could see my cunt juices flowing on to his thick cock.

“You white bitches all alike” he said “Just cant get enough of black tool can you”

I wrapped my legs around his thick hips but he just grabbed them and pushed them onto my tits. My ass was off the desk, my cunt was up in the air, giving him an easy target to shoot for. He put more and more of his cock in me he grunted as he rammed his cock in me.

“You tight bitch “ he smiled “though not for long”

Finally he was all the way in. I felt the building of my first orgasm, I felt his thick balls against my ass. Then slowly, methodically he began to fuck me. I felt his cock in my womb, in my stomach, my cunt lips being spread, my vagina muscles being ripped. Then came the first orgasm, I screamed as I came. He kept fucking me harder now a little faster I moved my hips into him with each of his thrusts I answered. Getting him deeper and deeper into me. I felt another orgasm building I fought it letting it build inside. I looked to see his massive cock enter me, my cunt juices leaving a shine on his thick black cock. I came massively I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

I felt his nuts tighten I knew he was finally about to shoot his baby juice in me

“Oh please don’t cum please don’t stop” I pleaded almost crying.

“Don’t you worry bitch I can still keep it going lonnnng after
“Oh god yes “ I moaned
I began to feel another orgasm I took quick breaths to fight it I could his cock now the cum now mixed with my cunt juices. The only sound in the room was my breathing and his balls slapping my ass. He stopped for a second his cum began to fertilize coat my womb. I lay there , relaxed, calm . Then he resumed his fucking of me. This time faster like a madman he began to fuck me

“Oh yeah “ I screamed as started to cum for the third and final time

Finally he stopped his cock was in to the hilt. He was on top of me pressing against me.
“You like that bitch, you like black cock now”
“Yes “ I cried “Oh god yes, never felt so good never been fucked so good”
“Want you to fuck me again , anytime , anywhere “
I put my arms around him feeling his thick muscular back, his arms, chest everything was so thick and strong. I kissed his chest

“I love you , do anything for you” I said softly
He pulled out I heard a popping sound as his cock left my cunt.
He started to get dressed I lay there naked admiring his body I put my hand between my legs and took some of his cum and lapped it into my mouth.

He got up to leave, he yanked me off the desk .pulling me toward him I was still naked he was fully dressed.

“I’ll see your ass tomorrow”
“Good , will you be back to fuck me again”
He smiled
“Yeah bitch tell you what aint got all this time to fuck you so you make it east for me to get your ass. From now its skirt no panties. I’ll bend you over and take you how I want”

I smiled back.
“Yes just tell me what you want and how you want it and its yours”

He left I straightened up . The next day I wore a short skirt nothing underneath. One of his gang bangers took his sister and he laid me on my belly and fucked me. Almost every day he would do that or I would suck his cock. One time he gave me as a prize to one of his gang bangers.

During spring break I came into school so that he could fuck me. I taught summer school so that I would not miss any of his black cock.

“You are so lovely, my blonde princess.” How do you feel?” “I feel strange yet mesmerized by the beauty of the small waterfall and the cool night air,” she replied. The tall African could no longer contain himself. He slowly slid his hand into her blouse lightly fondling her breast. Candy calmly protested, “no, please don’t. I want to just enjoy being out here,” she nervously spoke. “And indeed you will my little girl. Just pretend you are in the jungle and are being held captive by a black African warrior. Pretend that you are tied to this tree and that no one can come to your aid.” Although a bit scary, Candy felt a macabre excitement. Her virgin body was feeling a titillation she had never felt. The very idea of being “captured” by a masculine black native was eerie yet made her loins feel hot. Just being alone with a charcoal black man gave her goose pimples.

“Mr. Afolabi, I have never felt this strange in my life. I do not even know you….you’re a stranger….here I am with a man over twice my age. A very black man at that. Maybe that is why this seems exciting,” she nervously stated. “Relax girl, perhaps the herb has opened up a part of you that you never knew. You are no longer a little girl and you may soon feel joys that you would have never imagined,” he spoke softly.

She felt his arms holding her tighter and the warm breath on her shoulder as he exhaled. Then, Afolabi told her to close her eyes and just stand there, listening to the sounds of the night as he released her. Candy stood at the base of the tree with her eyes closed and forgot about the outside world while she slowly swayed in the cool African breeze.

Again, slowly the African’s gold adorned arm slid over her shoulder as the other held her hip. She felt him press against her back but shockingly it was different. She abruptly turned and there was Afolabi completely naked with a huge black cock erect starring her in the face.

“Oh my God, no. You promised to take care of me but not like this,” she cried. You are too big and too black for an innocent young white girl like me to be alone with like this. Especially naked! Please escort me back to my tent now.”

“My apologies Miss Candy but as an African tribal man I have never seen a creature so lovely as yourself. From the moment I first saw you, it has been my dream and desire to hold you close and love on you. I will be gentle and make it as bearable as possible until you are no longer a virgin and your juices accept my manhood inside you. Trust me, you will find being loved on by this African a feeling of much joy and sexual pleasure.”

“Are you crazy? Candy yelled. “I thought you were my friend and counselor. Unlike the other Africans….I thought you respected me. Is this why you brought me to the falls? So you can just take advantage of me……Please, let me go. My sister has already succumbed to African flesh. I am just a young girl and do not want a black nigger man touching my private parts. Let alone being naked and invading my body. I’m leaving!”

Candy quickly tried to side step him and run but Afolabi grabbed her by the waist holding her up and pressing her against the smooth bark tree. Then he pulled up her skirt and began removing her panties as she wiggled helplessly. “Oh my gosh, please don’t take my clothes off….no, no. Get your black nigger hand out of my panties!” she shouted. Her racial comment infuriated Afolabi but he smiled with his white ivories gleaming while his hand ripped her panties off and then his black fingers found her vagina, “Ow,” she yelped as then two fingers opened her canal while she struggled with her back against the tree.

Candy suddenly felt his black finger invasion into her and yelped. “No, no, don’t do that….please.” It was only a moment after he had pressed his fingers into her that he began guiding his cock between her legs. Her feet were dangling in the air as he held her bottom with one hand and her left leg with the other.

All of a sudden she felt the head of his black cock find her opening and thrust a few inches into her. She squealed. Her hymen was now broken and he slowly pressed more cock into her. Pain shot through her but also an unexpected sexual tingling moment. She yelped out loud. Afolabi whispered, “Shiii, no sounds girl, there could be dangerous naturals around and they beckon to sounds in the night. Just place your hands around my neck for support and don’t fight me……for your own good.

Candy was scared. Not only about wild naturals but mostly about this wild African man beginning to deflower her. His black cock was pressing deeper into her and she tried to hold her self up by pulling on his neck but her arms were getting weak and her weight was slowly impaling her on his big cock. Her back rubbed against the tree as her head bobred up and down. Now her womanly juices began lubricating his rod and he thrust deeper into her inch by inch.

Thank goodness her man could not see this strange picture in the wild. His petite young flower being vigorously fucked by a big black African with her limp legs dangling above the ground while his shiny black buttocks rigorously humped her against the tree.

Suddenly Candy felt something she had never experienced. Her body begin tingling and her first orgasm erupted as she foamed and slobbered on both sides of her mouth…..her eyes starring into the lusting eyes of her black conqueror as he pushed even more pulsating black cock into her belly. Candy was enjoying this excitement. She would never admit it but being seduced by this African was mind blowing.

She was now completely helpless riding his manhood as he bucked up and down. Her weakened arms fell to her side as he tightly held her against the tree. “Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, you’re splitting me in half she cried….please no more, no more, it feels so good but it is hurting also.” She moaned.

Afolabi was about to explode into this little girl and his throbbing black cock became even more rigid. “Girl, get ready to accept my African jism spewing into your belly…..it’s about to cum !” “No, please don’t cum in me, please, please…no, please don’t cum in me….I’m too young, no, no, no, nooooo,” she pleaded in a weakened voice. Her pleas made Afolabi even more excited and he pulled her away from the tree and just stood in open air with his muscular black arms holding her frail white body as this little blonde girl was dangling up and down on his black cock while more than half of his 10 inches had finally pushed into her.

Her legs were shaking as they clutched his buttocks for support from the pain. “Oh my God….please take it out….pleaseeee. Your’re splitting me in half….it’s too big…..Oh, oh, oh, don’t, don’t, noooo….I can’t take this !!! I don’t want to be impregnated by a black nigger African. My man would disown me. Oh, please, please, nooooo. Oh my gosh, my gosh. You’r starting to spew into me…please No….No, No, nooooo !!”

Afolabi began shaking and groaning as he began to shout, “I’m cumming, I’m cuming, you is mine now completely, here it comes, here it comes you white beauty…I’m filling you with my African jism….Oh my Lord, oh my Lord I can feel myself spewing into your body. You cums to Africa….Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

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Getting Wood


It was a warm Summers morning on the farm and I whistled as I walked jauntily down the farm track towards the woods. I was 18, had just left school and was preparing for one last lazy Summer holiday before heading off to College in the fall. Ostentatiously, I was off to go for a walk and gather up some wood that could be collected later that week for the family shed to keep our house warm over the Winter. I might look out some fallen branches but in truth what I was really doing that afternoon was revealed by the three items pressed hard to my chest under my T-Shirt. My precious hidden haul? Three full strength, hardcore, pornographic magazines. I had bought them in town the day before, nervous like a kitten when a cute blonde girl had rung up my buys giving me a pretty weird, disgusted look as the titles scanned past. I had hidden them from my mum and dad upon my return and indeed left them totally alone until today where I took them to my favourite spot for jerking off.

I had been going down to the woods to wank off for a while now, it was my favourite place. My first ever time had been down there with a smuggled underwear catalogue of my mums and I had since then snuck sexy pictures down there, stripped naked in the invigorating fresh country air and splashed my love juice all over the forest floor.

We lived on a pretty quiet farm with miles of unoccupied forest land so there was little chance of being discovered (though maybe the slight chance of it was an extra thrill to me once I thought about it) and as I was quite a late developer when it came to sex I thought this was just the best time possible, albeit with the usual slight wave of guilt after I had cum.

Anyway, enough of history, this day I walked for not too far, desperate as I was to get stuck into the new thrills of these magazines, which I had slipped from under my shirt so I could gaze at the sexy porn girls on the covers. It was too much and I found a large tree and stopped, swiftly whipping off my shoes, socks, jeans, shorts and shirt and dropped to my knees in the soft mixture of moss and leaves on the ground. I grabbed my already stiff six inch cock in my right hand and entered a little world of my own.

Man they were something else, these magazines, real hardcore stuff, stuff that I had only dreamed about in the past (what with never having been with a girl nor having seen real porn videos), looking at the stills of the blondes and brunettes, not just bare ass naked with their massive tits out but there shaven pussies all pulled open for me to feast my eyes on. But that was tame compared to when I flipped the page to gaze in awe at the full penetration pictures, the girl with a cock right in her mouth while one plunged into her from behind. Oh god it was so hot! I was so turned on. I jerked my dick even harder and knew I could not hold off cumming much longer. Then as I descended to the depths of my being and prepared to cum I was snapped out of my trance like state by a harsh noise close by to my right.

Instantly I was aware, my eyes were wide, my ears straining. I knew I was in trouble, here I was completely naked, my slick cock in my hand and hardcore pornography before me, if I was discovered like this there could be no mistaking what I was doing. I froze, partly through not knowing what to do and partly from an instinct that told me if I moved I was sure to be seen or heard while if I didn't move I half a chance of remaining undiscovered. I focused on the noise and twisted my head to stare in it's direction, it sounded like falling water in leaves and as I turned I saw half a permister (obscured by a tree) they were having a piss against a tree and from the way they were doing it they were obviously male. I didn't recognise them immediately and they apparently had not seen me yet. I held my breath and sent up a small prayer that they would turn away. Apparently God was not listening to me that day.

As the stream of piss dried up the guy stepped to the side and ended up staring right at me. It was almost comic, his dick still hung out, a cigarette hung from his lips as his jaw dropped as he spotted me - almost, but really there was nothing funny about Barry Eden finding me like this.

Barry Eden, the Forrester on the farm. Barry Eden the mortal enemy of my man. Barry Eden, whose wife had left him last year amid all sorts of rumours. A barrel chest man of around fifty he was nothing to describe but the really important fact was that him and Dad had never seen eye to eye, they had clashed numerous times and nearly even come to blows in the past. My Dad barely had a bad word to say about anyone but get him started on Mr. Eden and it was like a war vet speaking about his time in the battlefield. So to say being discovered like this by him was bad news is probably an understatement. He stood transfixed for a moment just as I was (he had the advantage of being clothed though).

Time seemed to stand still until he broke the spell by turning the corners of his mouth into a knowing smile, adjusted his Deer stalkers hat, flicked away his cigarette and strode to wards me, seemingly forgetting his dick was still hanging out.

"Well, well, what do we have here young man?"

His voice seemed to drip with sarcasm and as he leaned over me to look at the magazines spread before me I suddenly remembered my modesty and cupped my hand over my exposed cock and balls.

"Now, now young man no need to be shy, there's nothing there I haven't seen before. Now what's this you're looking at. My, look at that, that young woman appears to have two dicks in her mouth. Like that do you?"

Sure it was a question but how the hell did I answer that? I kind of shrugged and mumble a 'I guess so' and prayed for the ground to swallow me up and get me out of this predicament. It didn't and he continued, a definite idea forming in his words.

"So you like looking at cocks do you? I can't imagine your man would be too happy or proud to hear that, do you? His only mister sneaking down here, taking off all his clothes like some little pervert and jacking off to filth like this. Be a real shame if I got to tell him all about it in minute detail."

"Please, don't I..."

I was on his hook and there would be no escape. I cut off because he was all but leaning against me and it was difficult to escape the fact that his loose dick was noticeably stiffening. He leaned further rover and I could feel the tip of his dick touch my ear. To my consternation and Barry's obvious delight I was starting to get hard again too, surely it had to be the left overs of my thoughts about the porn sluts, didn't it?

"See boy, you're getting excited aren't you? You look at those pictures and wonder what it would be like to suck a dick, don't you? Don't deny it, I know it. And I'll tell you what, I can help you out, why don't you just turn around and open that mouth of yours and go ahead and find out. Go on, it won't hurt. It doesn't make you gay and I promise I won't ever tell your Dad about what I found you doing."

I'd love to say that he fooled me, that I did what I did next purely out of self preservation. I'd love to but I'd be lying. I was curious, and aroused, not just by the porn magazines but by this situation, the danger to my self had turned me on and in that instant I discovered what a terrible thing it was to be unable to control your body when you reach a certain point of sexual excitement. I swivelled around on my bare knees to face his groin and found myself imitating the blonde slut from the magazine and swallowing a great big length of dick!

I knew it was wrong, knew that I had just made a terrible decision, could hear him chuckle and shake with the hilarity of having his hated enemy's mister sucking his cock but I couldn't stop myself and couldn't stop my own cock growing even stiffer and straining against it's foreskin. He reached down and held the sides of my head and eased his penis further into my mouth.

"Suck it boy, use your tongue, imagine it's a lollipop, you know how to suck them don't you?"

Yes sir I did and I did as he instructed, my nose now being tickled by his wiry black pubic hair and I could also feel his heavy balls slap against my chin. What was I doing? I was giving a blow job to Barry Eden! Hit by a wave of guilt and regret I struggled away from him, looking up at him to try and argue my way out. But I could find no words and instead my eyes were almost magictised by his thick snake of a cock as it bobbed before me, it's end wet with pre-cum. In that moment I gave my soul to that man, I dropped my eyes and submitted to his will. He knew it to and didn't even need words to get me back over blowing him, just a click of his fingers and a point to his cock was enough. I crawled through the moss and twigs to get there and accepted his cock into my mouth once more.

"That's right boy, don't be worried, you're doing fine just try and get it a little deeper this time, it tastes good doesn't it? Tell me, tell me how good my cock tastes?"

To be fair it tasted pretty terrible, a sour, acrid taste but the mere fact of what it was I was doing was enough for me, I was harder than I could ever remember and suddenly my mind flashed with thoughts of what it would be like to have him cum in my mouth. But I wasn't going to find out there, not that day, just as I had accepted (even relished) the thought of tasting another man's cum, Mr. Eden tugged his hard cock from my mouth and smiled down at me.

"My God! You really do like it, don't you? And here was me thinking your old man was the cocksucker in your family!"

That comment got my goat and I made an angry face at him but he just laughed that off and grabbed my wrist and hauled me to my feet beside him.

"But that's not the only thing you're going to have to do for me, no I'm going to complete your education fully."

I knew from what he said he was getting a real kick out of doing this to his enemies mister and I knew what a terrible betrayal this was but I let him lead me over to an overturned tree and bend me over it. My bare chest pushed against the rough bark and as my arms flopped over the trunk I felt my stiff cock brush against it, my god, I could not believe how aroused I actually was. Mr Eden remarked on it too, taking a firm hold of my balls from behind me and simultaneously squeezing and stroking them.

"Looks like you like this position too."

With that I heard the dull thud of his belt buckle smacking on the ground along with his trousers and nervously biting my lip as I braced myself for what I, and he, was about to do. I had never even thought about having something in my asshole let alone an older man's cock but with the combination of those porno magazine pictures, my feelings at sucking his cock and my arousal suddenly I wanted to know what it felt like.

But maybe I didn't know what I was thinking about. As I felt his slick, saliva coated cock press against my bum cheeks I changed my mind and tried to wriggle out from under him but with him gripping my hair and pressing down on me I couldn't get loose. He grunted and pushed my head forward so that my forehead was against the wood and I could do little but lay there and feel my ass parted as his hard dick pushed forward and prodded against my anus. With one, long, hard, loud thrust he entered me, shoving almost the length of his dick inside me. I squealed and wriggled again but to no effect as Mr. Eden started to pump his cock back and forth into me.

"Come on! Take it like the little bitch you are!" he snarled as he was unrelenting in buggering me.

My own hard cock was being rubbed roughly across the bark with his momentum and I had the strangest mixture of arousal, guilt and confusion racing around my mind and body. Then, with one final hard push, he shoved inside me and with an exclamation I felt his cock throb inside me and my asshole fill up with several bursts of warm cum. He lay across me for a moment to catch his breath then easily pulled me off the tree and onto my back on the ground at his feet. I lay unmoving as he got down on his knees at my side and lifted up my legs and pushed them back almost over my head and grabbed a hold of my cock. I looked up to find myself staring right at my own cock!

The insides of his fingers were rough and calloused and he took a firm grip of my cock and began a harsh rhythm of pumping my cock, hauling my foreskin right back with his first move so I see my wet piss hole all the better.

"Like that boy? Do you like lying there with your ass filled with my cum while I jerk you off?"

I whimpered but nodded, I needed the release. It was a bizarre feeling, needing so desperately to cum yet to know how wrong this was, what a betrayal to my man it was and how the man that was doing this to me did not seem to care about me just what he was doing and who to. I felt so dirty, so bad yet as I screwed my face up at the extreme stirrings in my loins I could not have stopped myself even had I wanted to. He milked me to fruition and in seconds I gave out a half grunt/half scream and fired out a long strand of cum to have it splash over my face and onto my chest, he continued to tug and more followed, three, four explosions of sticky cum emerging and spraying over me until at last he released my spent dick and I flopped back, exhausted on the forest floor.

He casually zipped up his dick as he stood over me and, with a look of disdain and his voice dripping with irony her peered down into my cum splattered, shocked and exhausted face.

"I enjoyed that immensely, tell your dad I was asking after him. Oh, and if you want, be here same time this Friday and we can do it again."

He chuckled and walked of whistling as I pushed myself to my elbows and bore a hole in his back with my stare. I hated him. I wiped at the sticky substance all over my face and grimaced as I remembered what exactly it was. No way would I come back, no chance, this had just been a strange, wild incident and he had taken advantage of me and in my state of arousal I had let him. No way was I gay. No way would I be here on Friday. No chance. But in my head my mind was already torturing me with visions of my arousal and thoughts of what it would be like to do it one more time.

And I was there, kneeling, naked in the woods waiting on him. Trying desperately not to touch my stiff, excited cock as I waited. Trying to justify doing this to myself but failing miserably. He was late, twenty minutes late, no doubt just to mock me further and this time he went straight into fucking my ass, leaning me up against a standing tree and taking me from behind again. This time he wanted to cum in my mouth so I had to take his cock direct from my own ass and he actually made me jerk him off into my own mouth, in parts relishing and hating tasting his thick cum.

That was the beginning of a wild month where Barry had me in every kinky gay position imaginable, he did basically what he liked to and with me. I was his willing partner but I never once suggested anything or took the lead, there was no question who was in charge, and no question of any love either, this was just physical sex and arousal (and more for him). I did as I was told and in what he thought was a great twist he told me to start calling him 'Daddy' as he fucked me. I was so ashamed of myself as I did it but could not deny the arousal.

We even took things indoors, which I think proved to me that part of the thrill had been the outdoor setting . His cottage was a grubby little place and it was sparsely furnished as he let me in (me arriving at precisely three in the afternoon as he had told me). I was barely in the door before his voice deepened and he told me to get undressed as I wasn't there to do anything than suck and be fucked. In response I hurried out of my clothing to once again kneel naked before him. He ruffled my hair and bade me to crawl after him, through his thin corridor and into his bare sitting room. I had no time to consider its empty state before he unzipped his trousers and told me to beg him for his cock. I knew just what to ask by now.

"Please Daddy, let me suck your cock. Let me taste it and lick it and treat it to an blow job. Please Daddy."

I know how bad it sounds, I really do but the truth is by this stage I was craving this man's cock and would do whatever he wanted to feel the excitement and thrill of kneeling before him and taking his hard dick in my willing mouth. I knew how kinky and degrading it was for me to call him 'Daddy', especially with his antipathy towards my family but I have to admit it gave me an extra sexual charge and I obeyed him to the letter.

"Then crawl over here boy and take my cock in your mouth! Quickly now! I have other things for you so you will only get to suck me for a short time!"

He would mean that too, he never joked about these things. Maybe inwardly I cringed at my desperation to scramble across his wooden floorboards to suck on his dick. Like an eager pet I rushed towards him and knelt before him, I took his iron hard dick into my willing mouth and with his warning uppermost in my mind I wasted no time in orally pleasuring him. God! I must have only managed to slobber over it for a few moments before I felt his rough hands on my head powering it away from his groin. I fought it for a moment, my head straining against his powerful arms to try and reach that deliciously taboo cock.

"No, I have other work for that tongue. I'm going to drop my trousers and bend over and I want you to tongue fuck my asshole! Come on, I want to feel what it's like to have your young tongue on my backside."

I reeled away in disgust, despite all I had done with him so far there was no way I would do that. Seems like I hadn't learned how weak willed I could be to this man yet.

"Come now John. You want me to fuck your ass later, don't you? Yes? Well do this for me and I'll give you an extra special surprise after, right. I promise, it's real special."

Whether I was convinced or influenced by that did not seem to matter as Barry was thrusting his hairy ass at my face as I pondered it and telling me again to get to work. He certainly seemed to be in a real hurry today . I found myself opening my mouth and sticking my tongue where it had never been before and once again I felt my body react to the humiliating nature of exactly what I was doing. My pulse quicken, my dick harden and I found myself acting as if on some unseen, perverse, instinct. My tongue licked at his ass, thinned and straightened and prodded between his cheeks, my goal to pleasure this man and debase myself concurrently. From his reaction, both physical and vocal, he clearly enjoyed it and he urged me on, deeper and deeper before suddenly lifting his ass off my face and spinning me around so that my back (and more importantly my ass) was to him.

"Right then my lad, it's time you got what you want isn't it? Come on., tell me you want my big, hard dick!"

"Yes Daddy, give it to me, fuck my ass Daddy!"

I looked over my shoulder to see Mr Eden unlooping his leather belt from the loops on his trousers. He grinned wildly at me and doured it up to slap on the palm of his hand then slash it down across my taut buttocks. As I made to voice my displeasure at this latest indignation he tossed the belt out and over my neck before drawing it back from both ends with his hands, it was around my throat and he slowly drew it back as he thrust his slippery, big cock into me. And that was how he fucked me that afternoon, with his cock deep inside me and pulling me back onto it uncomfortable by the belt around my neck. I'd be lying if I told you as wasn't aroused by it though, I think by then we both knew there were seemingly now depths to which I was willing to let this older man debase and use me for our sexual gratification.

With his hands on either end of the belt he could barely balance as he fucked my ass and we seemed to stumble forwards in the midst of our passion, only later did it dawn on me that he might have been in control of our stumbling and that he was headed straight for a door that lay semi open before us. I assumed it was his bedroom.

As he bum fucked and rode me to exhaustion he kept up his verbal dominance, knowing that it was driving me to further lengths of arousal and a desperate need for release.

"Come on boy, tell me who's your Daddy! Who is your daddy? WHO. IS. YOUR. DADDY?"

"You are! You're my Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me Daddy! Cum in me."

Which is, of course, exactly the moment that he stretched over me to shove the door open and reveal that my man was inside, tied to a wooden chair, watching and listening to everything that we had done since I had entered. His mouth was filled with what I later discovered were a pair of Mr. Eden' pants. So my man had witnessed what I had been willing to allow his mortal enemy to do to me and had heard me beg him for his cock and call him 'Daddy'. I didn't even wonder how he had been overpowered or restrained, just kept on accepting the thick cock in my ass and looking up at my man's eyes trying to avoid the shameful stare.

Then Barry Eden pulled his cock from my ass and whirled me around so that we were side on to my dad, just outside the room he was in.

"Come on suck it and take my cum."

I felt like a traitor as I opened my mouth and accepted his cock, ass-to-mouth and within seconds felt my mouth flood with his warm cum until it trailed from the corners of my lips. He finished by slapping his messy cock against his face and getting dressed again, almost as if nothing had ever happened. I collapsed in a heap on the wooden floor just in front of Dad.

Without a word Barry Eden exited the house and got into his jeep and sped off. Only later did I discover that he had handed in his resignation earlier that week and his belongings were already packed up in the vehicle. He had tricked my man and knocked him out before tying him to the chair and luring me to his house for this final act with me. Of course, Dad could have reported him to the police but if he had then most surely my affair and antics with him would have been exposed and as proud a man as my Dad was he could not let it be know that I had been the meek, willing fuck buddy of his hated rival. We never told my lady what I had done and within weeks I was away at University and onto a whole different life.

Still if I had ever encountered that man again I would have had my revenge (actually that's a lie I would probably have bent over and let him take me any way he desired).

With his hands on either end of the belt he could barely balance as he fucked my ass and we seemed to stumble forwards in the midst of our passion, only later did it dawn on me that he might have been in control of our stumbling and that he was headed straight for a door that lay semi open before us. I assumed it was his bedroom.

As he bum fucked and rode me to exhaustion he kept up his verbal dominance, knowing that it was driving me to further lengths of arousal and a desperate need for release.

"Come on boy, tell me who's your Daddy! Who is your daddy? WHO. IS. YOUR. DADDY?"

"You are! You're my Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me Daddy! Cum in me."

Which is, of course, exactly the moment that he stretched over me to shove the door open and reveal that my man was inside, tied to a wooden chair, watching and listening to everything that we had done since I had entered. His mouth was filled with what I later discovered were a pair of Mr. Eden' pants. So my man had witnessed what I had been willing to allow his mortal enemy to do to me and had heard me beg him for his cock and call him 'Daddy'. I didn't even wonder how he had been overpowered or restrained, just kept on accepting the thick cock in my ass and looking up at my man's eyes trying to avoid the shameful stare.

Then Barry Eden pulled his cock from my ass and whirled me around so that we were side on to my dad, just outside the room he was in.

"Come on suck it and take my cum."

I felt like a traitor as I opened my mouth and accepted his cock, ass-to-mouth and within seconds felt my mouth flood with his warm cum until it trailed from the corners of my lips. He finished by slapping his messy cock against his face and getting dressed again, almost as if nothing had ever happened. I collapsed in a heap on the wooden floor just in front of Dad.

Without a word Barry Eden exited the house and got into his jeep and sped off. Only later did I discover that he had handed in his resignation earlier that week and his belongings were already packed up in the vehicle. He had tricked my man and knocked him out before tying him to the chair and luring me to his house for this final act with me. Of course, Dad could have reported him to the police but if he had then most surely my affair and antics with him would have been exposed and as proud a man as my Dad was he could not let it be know that I had been the meek, willing fuck buddy of his hated rival. We never told my lady what I had done and within weeks I was away at University and onto a whole different life.

Still if I had ever encountered that man again I would have had my revenge (actually that's a lie I would probably have bent over and let him take me any way he desired).

Chrislebo,
You have one of the most prolific posts as well as a huge number of posts but so much of it seems to me to have nothing or little to do with cuckolding, and a lot to do with Bi / powerd dom. Whilst I'm sure this has a following I have to say that scan your posts with regret too often. Sorry to be honest but it wuld help to split your stories by language and type a little more. There is the occasional gem amongst the rest and they are worthy of a higher reading.

I think your stories are fucking awesome. Keep them coming!

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Hey Fucker, That's My Ass


Mark Jenkins has worked for Blackwall Industries for the past 5 years. Happily married with 2 youngren, the last thing on Mark's mind the night of the annual Christmas party was having sex with another man.

At 6'2" and 175lbs, Mark has always figured he could take care of himself if the need ever arose. Of course he wasn't planning on Jonathon Petermister tackling him on his way back from the bathroom.

"What the fuck are you doing Jonathon?" Mark asked as his 245lb coworker pulled him into an empty office.

Jonathon pushed Mark into the office, then flipped on the lights while locking the door. He then turned back to the man who had been his fantasy fuck for the past 5 years. Jonathon learned at an early age that he preferred men over women.

At 6'5" and almost 300lbs of pure muscle as well as jet black hair and piercing green eyes, not many men argued when he said he wanted to fuck them. Mark had been a chore though, when Jonathon had told the younger man that he wanted to fuck him, Mark had laughed at him. "Sorry man, I'm straight." He had said before walking off.

Jonathon had spent the past five years, dreaming about shoving his 9 inch cock deep into Mark's virgin ass. He had fucked guys over the years but all of them looked like Mark in some way. The same build, the same strawberry red hair, or even the same sparkling blue eyes; eyes that were now looking at Jonathon fearfully. "I told you I wanted to fuck you." Jonathon said huskily as he opened his jeans.

"L...Look, I told you, I'm straight." Mark said slowly as he backed away from the other man. Mark's eyes widened when he saw the piece of meat that Jonathon was packing between his legs. "Please man." He whimpered as Jonathon stepped out of his jeans then moved towards him. "Don't do this to me, I'm not into guys."

Mark shrieked when Jonathon suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him tightly against the other man's body. He struggled when Jonathon suddenly locked his mouth on Mark's. When Jonathon's tongue slithered into his mouth, he whimpered in fear.

Jonathon held Mark's trembling body tightly against his own as he powerd his tongue into the other man's mouth and caressed Mark's tongue with his own.

Mark tentatively rubbed his tongue over Jonathon's and was rewarded by Jonathon's arms tightening around him as he deepened the kiss. When he felt Jonathon moan against him he started to relax. He even started to kiss Jonathon back then moaned in fear when he felt Jonathon push him to his knees.

"Suck on my cock baby." Jonathon said huskily holding onto the back of Mark's head and pressing his mouth against his hard cock.

"No please..." Mark whimpered trying to pull away. He turned his head but felt Jonathon's fingers tighten on his head and powerd him forward again. He opened his mouth to protest again but didn't get the chance as he felt Jonathon's hard cock slither into his mouth.

"Ugh..." he groaned around the hard flesh powerd into his mouth. He almost gagged at the taste and did gag when Jonathon pressed to far into his mouth and tried to shove his cock down Mark's throat.

"Oh yea, that's it baby, suck me." Jonathon moaned slowly moving his hips and feeling Mark's tongue pressing against his hard flesh each time he pushed into the other man's mouth.

Mark pressed his hands hard against Jonathon's legs and tried to pull off the hard cock but the other man just held his head tightly. Mark knew that if he didn't at least attempt to suck on Jonathon, he wouldn't be going anywhere. Closing his eyes in resignation, he wrapped his hand around the base of Jonathon's cock and slowly bobbed his head back and forth as he sucked hard at the hard flesh.

Jonathon was surprised when Mark suddenly started sucking on him, but he had always been taught not to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Yea, suck that cock baby." Jonathon growled holding tightly to Mark's head as he started to fuck the other man's mouth.

Mark was startled when Jonathon started slamming powerfully in and out of his mouth. He wasn't sure what to do so he just grabbed the base of Jonathon's cock and held on for dear life.

Jonathon's breathing quickened as he powerfully fucked Mark's face. "Oh, ugh, suck me. Agh, so good." he panted powering his cock powerfully in and out of Mark's mouth.

Mark whipped his tongue over Jonathon's cock and was rewarded with a sample of Jonathon's precum. He licked up the slightly salty liquid on his tongue then dug around for more. "Yea man, lick my piss hole. Drink that up baby." Jonathon purred watching the man before sucking greedily at his hard length.

He fucked Mark's face for another minute then reluctantly pulled away. "Oh god, gotta stop. Don't wanna cum yet."

Mark looked up at him dazed for a minute then swallowed hard. "What are you planning on doing Jonathon?"

Jonathon smiled at him as he pulled him to his feet and kissed him again, while his hands went to the fastenings on Mark's jeans. Mark moved his hands to stop the other man but Jonathon just pushed his hands away.

When Mark's jeans were open, he pushed them down over his hips and heard Mark whimper in fear against his mouth. "Jonathon, please, don't do this to me." Mark whimpered when Jonathon finally broke the kiss.

Jonathon smiled at him. "Relax baby, you're gonna like this." He kissed Mark quickly on the mouth again then dropped to his knees before the other man.

When Mark saw where Jonathon was, he tried to back away but Jonathon just grabbed his legs and held him in place as he freed Mark's cock and balls to his gaze. Mark wanted to cover his cock, he knew it was insignificant to the piece of flesh that Jonathon was packing between his legs.

Jonathon however thought Mark's cock was beautiful. He knew it wasn't as big as his but was happy with what the other man had. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand around the other man's cock and stroked it slowly. He heard Mark moan and lifted his eyes to the other man's.

Mark had his eyes closed and his head back as Jonathon slowly stroked him. When he felt Jonathon's lips touch him his eyes flew open. "Jonathon," he stammered. "You shouldn't be kissing my cock man."

Jonathon just grinned at him. "Shut up." He growled then took Mark's cock into his mouth and started working his tongue over it as he bobbed his head back and forth.

Mark whimpered for a minute although whether in fear or pleasure, neither man was quite sure. Mark closed his eyes as his fingers dug into Jonathon's shoulders. When he felt his cock slide into the other man's throat, he gave out a strangled cry and bucked his hips forward. "Fuck, oh god, don't stop." he panted as he slid his cock deep into Jonathon's hungry mouth.

Jonathon purred happily around Mark's cock as he sucked furiously at it. When Mark started fucking his face, he tightened his hold and let the other man have his fun. He listened to Mark's breathing as the younger man started breathing hard. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum." Mark panted trying to pull his cock out of Jonathon's mouth.

Jonathon however wasn't about to be denied such a prize. He grabbed Mark's ass and pulled him tight against his face as he sucked harder at the other man's cock. "Fuck, I'm Cummmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggg..." Mark cried as he slammed his hips forward and buried his cock in Jonathon's throat.

Jonathon let the first shot slither down his throat, but pulled back when he felt the second shot enter his mouth. He tasted Mark's cum and sighed at the taste. He drank up all of Mark's juices then dug around looking for more.

Mark stood there panting and trying to catch his breath as Jonathon cleaned his cock then slowly let it slip from between his lips. "You taste good man." he said with a smile.

Mark smiled at him. "Thanks, I think."

Jonathon pulled himself to his feet, then pulled Mark's body into his arms. The other man wasn't quite as resistant to the kiss this time and Jonathon enjoyed feeling Mark's tongue slither with his own. When he pulled back, he was happy to see that Mark's eyes were full of fire. "You ready for the main even baby?" he asked huskily

Mark looked at him dreamily for a minute then seemed to come out of his daze. "What main event?" He didn't realize that while they were kissing, Jonathon had been slowly pushing him back towards the table in the middle of the room until he felt it press against his jean enclosed ass. He saw the look of pure lust in Jonathon's eyes and cringed. "No man, not that."

Jonathon grinned as he wrapped his arms around Mark and turned him so he was laying across the table. Mark clawed at the table and tried pushing back but Jonathon held him down with one hand. "I said I wanted to fuck you man." he said with a grin as he pulled Mark's jeans down and exposed his bubble butt to his gaze.

"Look, I'll suck you off, anything but that." Mark pleaded looking over his shoulder at the big man behind him. "I've never been fucked up the ass before man."

Jonathon looked at him tenderly then suddenly dropped to his knees behind the struggling man. "Relax man." Jonathon said softly as he spread Mark's ass cheeks.

When Mark felt Jonathon's fingers spread his ass open, he struggled harder. That is until he felt a wet tongue probing at his hole. "What the fuck you doing?" He asked lifting his upper body and looking over his shoulder. "Jonathon, oh fuck man." He looked wide eyed at the big man kneeling behind him with his mouth on his hole.

Jonathon just ignored the other man and licked his tongue all over the puckered hole, before he pointed his tongue and tried to push inside. He could feel Mark trying to keep him out, so he reached around and grabbed a hold of Mark's cock stroking it slowly.

"Ugh." Mark moaned when he felt Jonathon's hand once again working his cock. He let his body relax and moaned when he felt Jonathon's tongue slide inside him. "Man, no please." he whimpered as he felt the big man sliding his tongue in and out of his ass.

Jonathon moaned as he slowly tongued Mark's ass. He could feel the muscles relaxing around him and smiled. When he pulled his tongue out and slowly worked his finger into Mark's virgin ass, he felt the other man tense up again.

Sighing, he stood up and held Mark to the table with his hand while he grabbed a bottle of lube off the table with the other one. "Look, I'm gonna fuck you whether you like it or not." He said as he opened the bottle with his teeth. He spit out the cap then positioned the bottle of lube against Mark's virgin hole.

"Nooooooooo...Pleassssssseeeeeeee..." Mark screamed when he felt the tip of the bottle touch his hole. "No, don't do this to me." His hands clawed at the table.

Jonathon squeezed the bottle, sending a large amount of the lube into Mark's bum hole. Mark whimpered when he felt the liquid coat his insides. "Please, don't do this to me Jonathon." He begged again when the bottle was pulled away to be replaced with a sausage like finger. "I'll do anything else you want, but not this." He looked over his shoulder at the big man but Jonathon wasn't looking at him.

Mark tried to close his ass to the invader, but Jonathon was persistent. Mark whimpered when he felt Jonathon's finger start to penetrate him. "Noooo..." He cried even as he felt the man's finger move inside him up to the first knuckle.

"Shut up baby." Jonathon growled shoving a rolled up pair of socks into Mark's mouth even as he grabbed Mark's arms and trapped behind his back. Once Mark was gagged for the moment, Jonathon turned his attention back to his finger. He watched his finger slide easily into Mark's untrained ass. He smiled as he felt his hand brush against Mark's hole.

Mark was grunting, crying and whimpering as Jonathon slowly fingered his ass. When he felt Jonathon add a second finger to the first, he cried out against the socks in his mouth. "Mmmmm...You're tight." Jonathon groaned as he felt Mark's ass cling to his fingers. He pulled his fingers out, squirted more lube up Mark's hole then slammed three fingers into the man below him.

Mark screamed as he felt the three fingers invade his body. It felt like Jonathon was trying to rip his ass apart. The socks in his mouth were coated with his saliva but Jonathon had pushed them in to far for him to just spit them out. He closed his eyes, whimpering in pain as he pulled his hands against Jonathon's hard grip while the other man slowly stretched his asshole.

"Hm...I think that's good." Jonathon said more to himself then to Mark. He pulled his lube coated fingers from Mark's ass with a plop. He wiped them on Mark's jeans then squirted more lube up Mark's hole before coating his cock with it.

When he felt Jonathon's cock press against his virgin hole, Mark started fighting like a caged cat. He grunted when Jonathon suddenly dropped his whole upper body onto his back, trapping his arms under Jonathon's chest. "Look, just lay there and enjoy it. You never know, you might like it." Jonathon said with an evil laugh as he slowly pushed into Mark.

"Ugh..." Mark grunted as he felt Jonathon begin to penetrate him. He knew from having that hard flesh shoved in his mouth that Jonathon was at least 10 inches long and an inch or two thick. Now he knew first hand how big Jonathon's cock was. It was tearing up his asshole as the bigger man continued to push into him.

"Oh yea, Nice and tight, Just like I knew it would be." Jonathon groaned, closing his eyes as he continued to impale Mark's ass.

Mark cried out in pain as he felt his ass muscles being stretched to accept the big man's tool. When Jonathon suddenly flicked his hips forward, burying his cock completely inside him, Mark screamed against the gag in his mouth.

"It feels so good." Jonathon moaned ignoring the moans of the man below him as he slowly pulled out, only to impale Mark again.

"Agh...Ugh...Noooo..." Mark cried against the gag in his mouth as Jonathon thrust slowly in and out of his battered hole. He felt like his ass was on fire. Every time Jonathon pushed into him, he left a trail of fire in his wake. Mark whimpered as he struggled to get out from under the big man.

"I like your ass buddy." Jonathon growled against Mark's ear as he started thrusting harder into Mark's *** ass. "It is so tight. It feels so good wrapped around my hard cock."

Tears were streaming down Mark's cheeks as his ass was vulgarized by the bigger man. When Jonathon started slamming into him, he screamed in pain. His body shook and was powerd against the table each time Jonathon slammed hard into his body.

"Oh yea...Such a good ass," Jonathon groaned as he plunged rapidly in and out of Mark's body. He gripped Mark's ass-cheeks pulling the other man tight against him as he pounded the man beneath him.

"Ugh..." Mark grunted as Jonathon plowed his ass. He didn't understand why with the pain in his hole his cock was getting hard or why he was spewing precum all over Jonathon's shoes. When he suddenly moaned against the gag in his mouth, Jonathon smiled. "Like that do you?" Jonathon asked slamming harder into Mark's ass. "I thought you would after a while."

He pulled the socks out of Mark's mouth. Mark swallowed hard even as he moaned deeply when he felt Jonathon slam hard into him. "I...I don't understand." He panted even as his ass pushed back against Jonathon's thrusting cock.

Jonathon laughed, as he lifted his upper body, and releasing Mark's hands. "I'm hitting your love button baby." He said with a sneer as he purposely ran his cock over Mark's prostate.

"Oh god," Mark cried pulling his upper body up on his hands as he pushed his ass back against Jonathon. "I didn't know it could feel so good."

The pain was receding as his body was consumed with pleasure. "Fuck me you bastard." Mark cried even as his own cock continued to leak profusely.

"Mmmmm...My pleasure," Jonathon replied watching Mark's cock swinging back and forth beneath him. He put one hand on Mark's hip, driving the younger man hard against him as his other hand went to Mark's cock. He wrapped his beefy hand once again around it then jacked hard and fast.

"Fuck...I'm cummmmiinnnngggg..." Mark cried as his cock suddenly started spraying all over the carpet.

"Yea, that's it. Tighten around me baby." Jonathon groaned as he felt Mark's ass tighten around his pistoning cock. "Fuck...I can't hold it."

Before Mark realized it, Jonathon started shooting deep inside him. "Oh fuck." He moaned lowering his upper body back to the table even as he felt Jonathon fill his insides with his cum.

When he was empty, Jonathon pulled out of Mark's ass. "Thanks man, that was great." Jonathon walked back over to where his pants were and pulled them on as he watched Mark still where he had left him. He smiled as he watched his cum slithering out of the other man's well used hole. He put the lube and socks away then left Mark right there as he went back to the party.

Mark stayed where he was for a few minutes, feeling Jonathon's cum slither out of his ass. Going into the bathroom, he cleaned up the best he could then left the office for home.

The next day, he quit his job and moved his family to the other side of the country. But even years later, he would feel a tingle in his ass. He would feel a tingle and remember the office party and the best fuck he had ever had.

The End

Un magnifique cadeau de NoëlScott Berger avait couché avec beaucoup jeunes ados dans ses dernières années de lycée et depuis qu'il se trouvait en première année de fac.

Mais la seule femme dont il rêvait chaque nuit c'était cette jeune prof maths de maths qu'il avait eu ses dernières années de lycée.

La ravissante madame Carol Hasting, chaque jour il bandait comme un âne à sa vue ce qui rendait difficile de se concentrer sur les figures de maths, il préférait d'ailleurs et de loin se la représenter entièrement nue.

Elle était toujours vêtue d'élégantes tenues et chaussait de hauts talons.

Il bavait de concupiscence en se la représentant entièrement nue, il écartait alors l'entrejambe de mister caleçon pour pouvoir se branler tout à mister aise.

Son désir avait encore grandi quand cette jeune prof de 32 ans était venue s'installer avec mister mari dans mister voisinage alors qu'il entrait à la fac.

Il avait eu le coup de foudre dès qu'il l'avait vue ce jour où les camions de déménagement s'étaient garés devant la maimister voisine de la sienne.

Lorsqu'ils se croisaient, cette ravissante jeune femme lui lançait un "bonjour" amical, toute souriante et lui faisait des petits signes amicaux de la main.

Trois semaines après leur déménagement l'école avait repris et Scott en était presque tombé sur le cul en voyant, le premier jour de classe, qu'elle était sa nouvelle prof de maths.

Chez elle il voyait toujours cette ravissante porter des tenues ordinaires, ce qui lui avaient déjà chaviré les sens.

Et voila qu'il la voyait vêtue d'une de ses tenues de classe, hauts talons et robe élégante, Il s'était payé une bandaimister comme il n'en avait jamais connu, en imaginant caresser ses appâts aussi somptueusement mis en valeur.

Une nuit, en l'absence de sa sœur et de ses parents, il s'était habillé de chaud et avait grimpé sur le toit de leur maimister.

La lumière était allumée dans la salle de bain des voisins, il avait pris des jumelles ce qui lui permettait d'observer leur sale de bain en détail, malheureusement la buée couvrait la vitre de la et il ne pouvait voir que le haut de la stalle de douche.

Scott vit alors une main menue sortir de la buée doigts finement manucurés tendus, puis une autre, puis le chemisier vert tendre qu'il lui avait vu porter cet après-midi.

Le haut de la porte de la douche s'ouvrit, la buée s'éleva jusqu'au haut de la vitre.

Scott haletait alors que mister imagination lui peignait sa magnifique voisine nue sous la douche.

Dans la maimister voisine, madame Carol Hasting savourait la chaude humidité de la douche qui se répandait sur mister corps, elle pensait au jeune étudiant qui demeurait dans la maimister voisine.

Les yeux fermés elle souriait en se rappelant mister expression éberluée lorsqu'il était entré dans la salle de maths cet après-midi même.

Bien qu'il soit visiblement très timide, elle devait admettre qu'il avait un certain charme et elle avait entendu bien des jeunes ados soupirer d'amour après mister jeune voisin.

Carol frémit en se souvenant soudain à quel point le jeune Scott Berger ressemblait à mister premier amour de lycée, un jeune ado nommé Johnny Meeks qui la faisait défaillir.

Elle était devenue sa petite amie lors de sa première année en fac, elle lui avait offert sa virginité, ils avaient fait l'amour sur le siège arrière de sa voiture.

Pendant des années, après avoir rompu avec mister petit ami elle avait évité toute liaimister avec d'autres garçons, puis Carl était arrivé.

La douche tirant à sa fin, la porte de la petite stalle s'ouvrit à nouveau, à nouveau Scott put admirer sa main et ses longs doigts fuselés tandis que la ravissante prof se séchait dans un drap de bain, il se branla de plus belle, mister imagination travaillant ferme.

Quelques instants plus tard, la lumière s'éteignit dans la salle de bain, Scott haletait sur le toit de sa maimister alors qu'un filet de chaude semence s'écoulait dans la gouttière.

Depuis qu'elle avait vu mister mignon voisin Carol se sentait attirée par lui, vacillant sur ses jambes elle lui avait adressé un surire candide ainsi qu'un signe de la main.

C'était peu de dire que Scott était timide et peu sur de lui pendant sa première année, en soupirant Carol constatait que c'était le contraire de sa toute première impression ce qui lui permettait de se sentir forte et confiante en elle-même.

Pendant toute cette première année où elle lui enseigna les maths Carol sentit que ce jeune homme avait une certaine inclination pour elle mais pas vraiment différente des relations habituelles de prof à élève.

Carol se doutait Scott la désirait, que cela dépassait maintenant les traditionnelles relations prof / élève, tout comme il était le seul dont elle rêvait la nuit.

En dépit de toutes ces photos de pin-up s'étalant dans "Playboy", et autres magazines pour hommes, c'était mister image qui venait le hanter toutes les nuits.

Elle s'était débrouillée pour dissimuler ses pensées illicites tout au long de la première année, le jeune Scott semblait avoir mûri cette nouvelle année et était devenu la coqueluche de toutes les jeunes ados de la fac qui tout comme Carol mouillaient le fond de leur culotte rien que de penser à lui.

Il avait mûri, pris du muscle et était devenu le flanqueur droit de l'équipe de football de l'université ce qui renforçait encore sa ressemblance avec le premier amour de Carol.

Lorsqu'il passait dans les couloirs, il avait toujours une charmante jeune file au bras, à chaque fois le cœur de Carol tressautait de jalousie.

- Comment une femme mariée... Et heureusement mariée... Peut-elle ressentir de tels émois? s'admonestait-elle.

Au cours de ses trois dernières années de lycée, Scott avait travaillé correctement ce qui lui avait permis de rentrer brillamment à la fac.

Par ailleurs il était devenu un beau jeune homme, il tirait avantage de sa prestance, s'efforçant de se faire le plus de filles qu'il le pouvait, se comportant comme un séducteur né.

Il ne limitait mister terrain de chasse aux jeunes et jolies filles de la fac, mais il avait élargi mister horizon en se faisant quelques ravissantes mères de mister quartier, ce qui avait cependant compliqué ses approches.

Il s'était par ailleurs tapé pas mal de filles majeures et en avait même engrossé deux, qui s'étaient fait avorter, au cours de ces trois dernières années.

Il était maintenant souvent à l'affût des jeunes femmes mariées dans la mi-trentaine, il adorait leur expérience et de plus se sentait libéré du risque de les engrosser.

Cependant il avait toujours gardé en tête l'image de sa ravissante voisine, mister adorable prof de maths.

Ces derniers quatre mois à la fac, Scott avait largement eu le temps de contempler la femme de ses rêves, sur les annuaires de collèges et dans mister album photo, il avait réussi à prendre quelques clichés d'elle au télé-objectif.

Entre autre, l'été dernier, il avait réussi à la prendre en bikini prenant un bain de soleil au bord de sa piscine.

Bien qu'il ne soit capable que de rêver d'elle, il avait décidé de prendre le vol retour pour les vacances d'hiver, espérant la revoir à nouveau.

Atterrissant le lendemain de la fin des classes, il fur reçu avec enthousiasme par ses parents qui s'étaient arrangés pour venir l'accueillir à l'aéroport bien qu'une épaisse couche de neige couvrait le sol.

Ils rentrèrent tout doucement chez eux sur dans le véhicule à quatre roues motrices de ses parents, la route était dégagée et le trafic très fluide.

Dès arrivée chez lui, Scott eut la chance de tomber sur madame Hasting pelletant la neige pour se ménager un chemin permettant à sa voiture de gagner la rue principale, il se demandait si, pendant ce temps, l'heureux mari de mister adorable voisine était recroquevillé sur une chaise dans la douillette chaleur de mister salon.

La voiture rangée dans le garage, Scott traversa la pelouse couverte de neige et vint saluer mister voisin d'un misterore :

- Joyeux Noël monsieur Hastings!

- Hey Scott ça fait plaisir de te revoir! ... Joyeux Noël pour toi aussi! répondit-il gaiement.

- Vous avec un drôle de boulot pour dégager votre allée de garage! commenta Scott.

- Sur, j'aurai bien aimé que ma femme n'ait pas de soirée de Noël à "l'hôpital pour enfants de Sainte Bénédicte.... Je vais devoir lui prêter mon véhicule et il faut que je lui pose des chaînes tant qu'elle est dans le garage avant d'aller au boulot... murmura le voisin.

Une fois qu'il sut que madame Hastings faisait cuire une dernière fournée de cookies, Scott dit à mister mari de lui souhaiter un joyeux Noël de sa part, puis il retourna chez lui en réfléchissant à toutes ses informations.

Il se souvint alors d'une copine de classe, Lisa Nolan qu'il avait retrouvé à la fac, elle lui avait confié qu'elle participerait avec un groupe d'anciennes du lycée à une fête de Noël organisée pour les enfants de l'hôpital Sainte Bénédicte.

Se pourrait-il qu'il s'agisse du même groupe dans lequel devait intervenir madame Hastings? ...

Cependant lorsque Lisa l'avait invité à se joindre à eux, il avait considéré que cela serait trop fatigant et qu'il avait mieux à faire.

Il était presque certain maintenant que madame Hastings devait se joindre à ce groupe.

Une fois rentré, Scott appela Lisa et lui demanda si c'était dans le même groupe de madame Hastings qu'elle devait intervenir à l'hôpital Sainte Bénédicte, comme elle le lui confirmait, il lui demanda si mister invitation de se joindre à eux tenait toujours et sur sa réponse affirmative, il lui annonça qu'il les rejoindrait au moment voulu à l'hôpital.

Se pressant de sortir de sa maimister il traversa le sentier enneigé menant chez les Hastings et interpella mister voisin :

- Hey monsieur Hastings... Un instant... et il se posta contre la petite haie qui séparait les deux maimisters, puis il ajouta :

- Une des filles de groupe qui se rend à Sainte Bénédicte vient de m'appeler pour m'inviter à me joindre à eux...... Cela ne vous sert à rien de dégager votre allée de garage puisque je dois me rendre aussi à l'hôpital Sainte Bénédicte... je serai très heureux d'y emmener madame Hastings dans mon 4x4... Puisqu'elle doit ren-contrer le groupe qu'elle encadre à 19 heures, nous devrions y être à temps en partant à 18 heures!

Dans sa chambre, Scott regardait la maimister de sa voisine, sa bite tressautai de joie à l'idée de se trouver seul avec sa ravissante voisine.

- Peut-être bien que je pourrais feindre de m'enfoncer dans une congère ou quelque chose comme ça! .... Et quand elle commencerait à frismisterner de froid je serai très content de la réchauffer en la serrant dans mes bras! pensait Scott plein d'espoir.

- Me balancerait-elle une baffe si je la serrais de trop près? ... Suis -je capable de la séduire ou me surestimerai-je? se demandait-il en mister fort intérieur.

Dans la maimister voisine Carol Hastings frémit d'excitation et de peur mêlées une fois que mister mari l'eut mise au courant du nouveau développement, elle trempa soudain le fond de sa petite culotte.

Carol avait commencé par dire à mister mari qu'elle préférait y aller seule, mais elle cessa rapidement en réalisant que ses explications n'avaient aucun sens d'autant plus que cela lui imposerait une autre heure de travail pour dégager l'allée du garage.

Si elle lui avait dit la vérité, qu'elle était tombée amoureuse de leur jeune voisin et qu'elle se sentait incapable de résister à d'éventuelles avances qu'il lui ferait, Carl aurait immédiatement empoigné la pelle et serait retourné nettoyer l'allée du garage.

- "Ah Carl, si seulement tu savais l'effet que e fait ce beau jeune homme... cela fait des années que je me débrouille pour ne pas le côtoyer de trop près, je me sens chanceler sur mes genoux lorsque je me trouve à proximité de lui... Et voilà que tu m'annonces que je vais rester seule avec lui cette nuit!

- Tu es en train d'offrir ta femme à ce jeune homme, qui a déjà une belle réputation de séducteur! frémissait-elle nerveusement.

Alors que mister serviable jeune voisin lui tenait la porte ouverte, Carol jeta un regard en arrière sur la sécurité régnant dans sa maimister où mister mari confiant était assis devant le poste de télévision avant de prendre mister boulot avec l'équipe de nuit de l'hôtel.

- Je te remercie de m'emmener Scott! ..... J'ignorais que tu faisais partie de la chorale qui allait chanter à Sainte Bénédicte ce soir... le remercia-t-elle en empruntant le sentier menant à l'allée de garage des Berger.

- Je n'avais pas l'intention de participer à cette soirée... Jusqu'au moment où j'ai appris que vous faisiez partie de ce groupe!

Cette réponse renforça sa nervosité.

Lui tendant une paire de sacs qui contenaient des thermos de chocolat chaud, elle demanda à Scott de les poser à l'arrière de la voiture.

Carol se rendait compte de mister extrême nervosité.

A l'idée de rester seul avec ce charmant jeune homme elle se serrait les mains l'un contre l'autre, serrait les genoux pour endiguer les affolantes sensations agitant mister entrecuisses.

Une seconde de silence s'écoula, puis quelques minutes avant que Carol parvienne à balbutier :

- Je sais, tu voudras probablement sortir avec ta petite amie lorsqu'on rentrera de cette soirée... Je... Je pourrais sûrement demander à une des filles de me ramener!

En l'entendant balbutier de nervosité, dans une attitude extrêmement différente de celle qu'elle avait lors des ses années collège, Scott conçut l'effet qu'il lui faisait.

- Il n'en est pas question madame Hastings! ... Cela me fait plaisir..... Sinon je ne vous l'aurai pas proposé..... Je sais que je vais adorer être seul... Avec vous! répliqua-t-il suavement.

Et comme le trafic ralentissait à quelques kilomètres de la banlieue, il se tourna, sourit à la ravissante jeune femme qui tremblait à ses cotés et commenta alors qu'ils passaient devant des motels qui semblaient n'attendre qu'eux :

- N'aimeriez-vous pas faire un détour par cet endroit?

S'étant tournée vers l'endroit que Scott désignait d'un signe de tête en faisant mister dernier commentaire, Carol frémit en voyant l'insigne "Notel Motel" comprenant exactement ce qu'il sous-entendait, elle sentit mister jus poisser le fond de sa petite culotte à cette idée.

- Mon Dieu comment peut-il se montrer aussi entreprenant? ..... J'aurai du lui coller une paire de gifles pour me suggérer ça! ...... Que pense-t-il que je suis? ..... Une petite salope, une fille facile?

- Je suis mister ancienne prof de math et il habite juste à coté de chez moi! ..... Il devrait me montrer un certain respect! fulminait Carol, mais ses yeux se focalisèrent sur l'enseigne de l'hôtel alors qu'ils s'éloignaient.

En la voyant détourner la tête alors qu'ils passaient devant l'hôtel, Scott comprit que s'il était entré dans le parking du motel elle s'en serait accommodé.

Quelques bâtiments plus loin, il entendit sa ravissante compagne pousser un gros soupir.

Sa bite frémissant dans mister caleçon tant il avait envie de sa ravissante prof et adorable voisine, Scott se demandait s'il pourrait attendre encore quelques heures pour la toucher lorsqu'ils seraient de nouveau seuls ensemble.

Même s'il faisait chaud, ce n'est pas pour cela que Carol tremblait de nervosité à power d'être si prêt de ce séduisant jeune homme.

Comme les sièges arrières du 4x4 étaient rabattus, elle voyait que le grand coffre était vide à l'exception d'une taie d'oreiller qui retint mister attention.

Un coup d'œil par-dessus mister épaule confirma ce qui avait attiré mister attention, non seulement le siége était en position couchée mais on pouvait observer une pile de couvertures soigneusement pliées rangées sous la taie d'oreiller.

Toute tremblante, Carol se demandait

- Croit-il qu'il peut me traiter comme une jouvencelle de l'université qu'il sauterait à l'arrière de sa voiture?

Le cœur battant la chamade Carol espérait qu'ils arriveraient rapidement à l'hôpital Sainte Bénédicte qu'elle apercevait maintenant dans le lointain.

Scott trouva un emplacement vide dans le parking, Carol descendit de la voiture pour saluer les choristes déjà arrivés, demandant à Scott d'ouvrir rapidement le coffre pour leur offrir du chocolat chaud qu'elle avait leur avait amené.

Comme Scott levait le haillon arrière, une idée lui traversa l'esprit en pensant qu'elle ferait mieux de retourner avec une des filles qui se trouvait là, puis elle pensa au désappointement de Scott après ce qu'il lui avait laissé entrevoir lors de l'aller.

En fait ne voulait-elle pas elle aussi profiter de la proximité de mister adorable voisin et ex-élève.

Scott assis sur le rebord du coffre à coté de la succulente beauté prit la tasse de chocolat qu'elle lui tendait.

Comme le vent soufflait en tempête lors de leur départ, elle avait enfilé un chaud bloumister de ski orange et une épaisse combinaimister de ski pour avoir chaud ainsi qu'un bonnet de laine.

Assis juste à coté d'elle Scott sentait grandir sa nervosité à mister imperceptible balbutiement et aux tremblements de ses mains.

Bien qu'elle soit confortablement engoncée dans ses vêtements Scott était convaincu qu'il lui suffisait de la prendre dans ses bras pour qu'elle fonde entre ses mains.

Aussi confiant qu'il soit, ce n'était ni le bon moment, ni le bon endroit, Ils étaient au chœur d'un groupe de choristes qui ne pouvaient être témoins de leur émoi.

Il est sur qu'ils changeraient de point de vue s'ils découvraient l'adorable madame Hastings à l'arrière du 4 x 4 faisant l'amour avec un de ses ex-élèves.

Alors qu'ils étaient seuls, Scott posa audacieusement un bras sur ses épaules alors qu'il annonçait :

- Ne serait ce pas bien mieux si nous étions pelotonnés l'un contre l'autre devant un feu de bois?

Scott cachait mister sourire en la sentant trembler d'émoi à la suite de cette dernière remarque.

Et mister désir de se faire cette adorable prof s'intensifia encore lorsqu'elle tendit la main pour saisir la sienne pour l'enlever de ses épaules en lui répondant l'air sévère :

- Oh oui Scott, mais pelotonnée contre mon mari... Tu sembles oublier que je suis mariée et heureuse en mariage! ..... Et de plus que je suis une de tes anciennes professeur d'école! .....

Lorsqu'ils entamèrent la traversée du hall de l'hôpital pour rejoindre les gosses qui fêtaient Noël, le temps continua mister vol.

Ayant refusé de se joindre au étudiants qui se rendaient à la pizzeria, Carol trouva l'excuse de devoir terminer la cuismister de gâteaux chez elle, mister cœur battait la chamade alors que mister chauffeur la pressait de monter sur le siège passager à mister coté.

Une fois sorti du parking, sur le chemin du retour, Carol se mit à trembler lorsque Scott la confronta à mister menmisterge.

- Je croyais que vous aviez terminé la dernière série de cuismister cet après-midi! ..... Vous aviez bien fini, n'est ce pas? ....

- Euh... Je... Je n'avais pas tout fini! Balbutia Carol d'une voix tremblante qui trahissait visiblement le fait qu'elle mentait, puis elle frotta ses mains l'une contre l'autre alors qu'un frismister la faisait frémir.

Carol avala sa salive et se mit à trembler à la vue de l'enseigne du « Notel Motel » visible de loin, mister cœur cognait dans sa poitrine alors qu'elle se demandait ce qui passait par la tête de mister étudiant si charmeur.

Lorsqu'il tendit audacieusement la main pour s'emparer de la sienne tout en conduisant, elle se mordit les lèvres alors que le véhicule se rapprochait de ce maudit hôtel. Scott jouait avec mister alliance et sa bague de fiançailles et cela l'énervait fortement.

Mais lorsqu'il ralentit et que mister clignotant gauche s'alluma Carol hurlait dans sa tête :

- Nonnnnn..... Nonnnn..... Ne te gare pas sur le parking!

Nate Manning était assis derrière le bureau du "Notel Motel" et maudit le voyant qui venait de s'allumer indiquant qu'il devait se bouger le cul et accueillir les nouveaux clients.

Il ne s'agissait ni d'un hôtel familial, ni d'un hôtel réputé, mais bel et bien d'un hôtel de passe et connut en tant que tel..

Il reconnut le conducteur du 4x4, c'était le quarter back de l'équipe universitaire de football, dès qu'il franchit la porte du bureau.

Nate ne fréquentant la fac que depuis le début de cette année état totalement inconnu de Scott Berger.

En l'inscrivant sur le registre d'hôtel il eut la confirmation qu'il s'agissait bien de Scott Berger.

Sachant que Scott était parti pour jouer dans l'équipe universitaire il comprit qu'il était de retour le temps des vacances, il gloussa :

- Le foutu bâtard! .... A peine de retour chez lui et il se fait déjà une nana! ... Bordel je me demande si je la connais! ..... Si ça tombe, il s'agit d'une de ces ravissantes pom-poms gril! .....

Il se glissa discrètement jusqu'au rebord de la fenêtre de mister bureau pour les épier, Nate aperçut la femelle assise sur le siège passage, elle regardait la route, apparemment soucieuse de vérifier que permisterne ne pouvait la voir!

- Bordel, il ne se fait pas n'importe qui! ... C'est madame Hastings! .... Putain il va s'envoyer madame Hastings! .... Une femme mariée, dont on vante partout la fidélité! .... Marmonnait-il sourdement.

L'année précédente il avait suivi les cours de maths de madame Hasting, il s'était payé de solides bandaimisters rien qu'à la voie en cours, et voila qu'il bandait encore comme un cerf en la voyant débarquer dans le motel.

Alors que Scott lui ouvrait la portière, Carol les yeux fixés sur la porte de la chambre d'hôtel balbutia :

- Scott... On ne peut pas..... Je suis une femme mariée! .... Tu es un de mes anciens élèves! ....

Bien qu'elle protesta verbalement, Carol descendit de la voiture avec mister aide, et le regarda éperdue glisser la clef dans la serrure magnétique de la chambre de cet hôtel. de passe.

Une seconde plus tard, mister capuchon de laine jeté sur le lit elle embrassait fougueusement le séduisant jeune homme, lui roulant une pelle enivrante.

La veste de ski orange gisait sur le plancher, ainsi que mister écharpe que lui avait arrachée le jeune homme elle posa ses doigts tremblants sur la boucle de sa ceinture de cuir et la déboucla.

Pendant ce temps la main du jeune gars progressait sous mister sweat, elle en frismisternait de plaisir.

- Ooooooh Scott! Gémissait-elle éperdue.

Le bouton fermant mister pantalon défait Carol tremblait d'excitation en s'infiltrant ses doigts dans mister pantalon, puis dans mister caleçon se promenant dans sa soyeuse toimister.

- Ooooooooooooooh mon Dieu! ..... Doux Jésus! .... Mon Dieuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Haletait-elle doucement, suprise de la taille de sa virilité bandée, elle semblait bien plus grosse et bien plus longue que celle de mister mari!

Elle jaillit agitée de soubresauts dans sa main, elle ne put s'empêcher de caresser la glorieuse hampe sur toute sa longueur.

Pendant ce temps Scott ait descendu mister pantalon et ses mains s'insinuaient dans le dos de sa petite culotte empoignant et tripotant ses globes fessiers.

Cette scène semblait pourtant inconcevable entre madame Hasting et mister ancien élève, il avait quitté le collège, elle était mariée et n'avait jamais transgressé ses vœux de mariage.

Carol ne réalisait pas que le séduisant jeune homme avait ourdi ce plan pour embellir ses vacances de Noël.

Se débarrassant de leurs lourdes chaussures de neige, ils se déshabillaient l'un l'autre comme s'ils étaient mari et femme et non ex-prof et ex-élève.

Scott allongeait auprès de la ravissante jeune femme qu'il embrassait passionnément ne put s'empêcher de lui préciser :

- Oooh madame Hasting, vous avez toujours été ma prof de maths préférée! .... Mais ce n'est pas en tant que prof que je me souvenais de vous! .....

- Je le vois bien Scott! .... Concéda-t-elle d'une voix égarée.

Haletante, nageant dans un délire passionné, Carol ne pouvait sortir de l'état de transe dans lequel l'avaient plongée les derniers baisers de Scott, cette fois ses lèvres courraient dans on cou, sur ses seins, mister, ventre... et s'approchait furtivement de sa chatoune enfiévrée.

Lorsque Scott se tourna, Carol se mit à trembler en pensant au chiffre auquel il se referait, ce nombre "69", ses sœurs de fraternité gloussaient parfois en l'évoquant et lui avaient montré des dessins explicatifs figurant un couple en pleine action.

Elle n'avait jamais admis d'avoir de rapports oraux avec mister mari, même s'il avait essayé une paire de fois, elle n'avait jamais fait de fellation quelque que soit le mâle avec lequel elle sortait.

Mais avec mister séduisant ex élève qui soufflait mister haleine chaude sur elle, alors que mister pénis se balançait à quelques centimètres de ses lèvres, cela lui apparut comme un acte naturel entre deux amants, elle empoigna la verge dure d'une main ferme et se pencha pour pointer le bout de sa mangue sur l'ensorcelant champignon de chair.

Sa langue se démenait dans sa fentine embrasée, Carol relâcha la bite de mister amant qu'elle emboucha en pleine gorge.

La sensation était à la fois sauvage et indéfinissable, elle n'avait jamais rien ressenti de tel, elle arquait ses hanches pour mieux s'offrir à ses caresses labiales alors qu'elle absorbait mister épais épieu de chair dans l'arrière gorge qui jouait les ventouses.

Frismisternant irrésistiblement elle jouit sous les assauts de la bouche de Scott, elle s'efforça alors d'absorber la moitié de sa bite dans sa bouche avide.

Bien que submergée physiquement et mentalement par le meilleur orgasme qu'elle ait jamais éprouvé, Carol cherchait encore à plaire à mister séduisant jeune amant.

Elle le branlait de plus en plus en vite dans sa bouche le caressant sans cesse de la langue.

La tête montant et descendant sur mister chibre tendu, ses longs cheveux noirs lui balayant les cuisses, elle voulait que cela soit aussi bon pour lui que ça l'avait été pour elle.

Ceci dit le jaillissement du foutre chaud dans sa bouche la prit par surprise, elle eut pourtant le réflexe de déglutir avalant la plus grande part de la semence qui lui emplissait la bouche, s'accommodant des jets répétés qui fouettaient sa langue et tapissaient mister arrière-gorge.

Scott, était ravi de se voir offrir cette excitante fellation par la femme de ses rêves, qui allait jusqu'à lui mordiller les couilles de sa bouche avide.

A voir la façon hésitante dont elle avait commencé ses caresses, il avait tout de suite compris qu'elle était totalement inexpérimentée dans ce genre d'acte sexuel, mais cela n'avait fait que l'exciter plus d'enseigner à mister adorable prof de maths cette succulente façon de dispenser du plaisir à un homme.

Il se réjouissait d'ailleurs de l'enthousiasme qu'elle avait manifesté par la suite.

Effleurant des lèvres la douce figue de sa partenaire, titillant ses appâts intimes enfiévrés, puis il remonta languottant tendrement mister nombril avant de grignoter ses tétons dardés.

Un nouveau patin enfiévré s'ensuivit alors que Scott, promenait mister gland turgescent dans mister étroite fentine impatiente de recevoir ce fougueux visiteur.

L'instant suprême était arrivé, celui dont il rêvait depuis si longtemps, puissant ses hanches en avant il enfourna lentement sa grosse bite palpitante dans mister étroit chaton embrasé.

- Nnnnnnnnnnn...... Nnnnnnnnnnnnn... Nnnnnnnnnnnnn..... Scott...... Ohhhhhh, Scotttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt! Rugissait Carol, les yeux écarquillés alors que l'épais épieux de mister jeune amant, bien plus épais que celui de mister mari, élargissait impitoyablement mister tunnel d'amour comme jamais il ne l'avait été jusqu'ici.

- Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... MOn Dieuuuuuuuuuuu..... Oh, mon Dieuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...! Grognait-elle alors qu'il s'enfonçait profondément dans mister avide chatoune.

Jambes nouées dans le dos de mister jeune amant, doits de pieds en éventail, Carol s'arquait sur ses talons pour mieux s'offrir.

- Oh oui... Oh, ouiiiiiiiiiiii... baise-moi..... Baise-moi... Scott... baise-moi encore..... Encore...... Chantonnait-elle se pressant contre le corps de mister amant.

- Oh mon Dieu... Oh, mon Dieu.... Mon Dieuuuuuuuuu..... Ahh-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..... Couina-t-elle en jouissant alors que la bite experte coulissait vigoureusement dans sa chatoune em-brasée.

Frismisternante, tremblant de façon incontrôlable alors que le plus intense orgasme qu'elle ait jamais éprouvé déferlait dans tout mister corps, un véritable feu d'artifice fusait sous ses paupières éblouies.

Bras et jambes noués dans mister dos elle le sentait continuer à la pilonner de mister épaisse virilité, une vague de culpabilité courut dans mister esprit en l'entendant clamer :

- Madame Hastings... Madame Hastingssssss.... Je jouis madame Hastingsssssssss...... Ah, je jouissssss! .... Serrez-moi dans vos bras! ...... Serrez-moi fort! ..... Ahhhhhhh, ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! ....

Carol qui flottait dans un délire de pure extase, submergée par un orgasme fracassant juste la seconde d'avant senti une vague de culpabilité courir dans mister corps frémissant en entendant mister ex-élève l'appeler par mister nom marital en plein coït.

Se figeant instantanément bras et jambes toujours noués dans le dos de mister jeune amant, seule une part de mister corps vibrait encore sous mister assaut à cet instant..... C'est alors que sa bite tressautante vomit un flot de sperme chaud dans mister utérus fertile.

Carol était écrasée de culpabilité, elle réalisait à cet instant :

- Of, mon Dieu... Qu'ai-je fait? ..... J'ai trompé mon mari! .... Et un jeune voisin! ..... Un ancien élève! ....

Elle frismisternait en sentant la crème épaisse de mister jeune amant lui remplir l'utérus, elle se lamenta alors :

- Oh mon Dieu... Et s'il m'avait engrossée! ....

Elle frémit d'horreur et de culpabilité mêlés alors que Scott crachait ses derniers jets de foutre au cœur de sa féminité embrasée, à sa grande honte mister corps continuait à répondre à ses assauts, trayant quasiment le gros pénis de mister amant pour mieux l'assécher.

Quelques instants plus tard, Carol gisait étendue sur le dos étreignant toujours le corps de séduisant jeune amant qui s'était effondré sur elle, elle flottait dans un mode féerique d'extase.

Son corps musclé allongé sur elle, sa pine vibrante toujours imbriquée dans sa cramouille, Carol se demandait si le cas échéant, elle garderait le fruit de mister ancien élève.

La virilité de mister jeune amant qui venait de lui donner tant de plaisir était toujours enfoncée en elle, mais maintenant cela lui causait surtout une énorme culpabilité et une forte angoisse de l'avenir.

Engoncé dans le fond de mister van, Nate Manning épiait les vitres teintées de la chambre des eux amant mister appareil photo en main.

Une fois mister service terminé, il s'était rué chez lui pour y prendre mister appareil photo et emprunter la camionnette de mister frère, puis il était retourné à l'hôtel et avait garé le véhicule assez près de celui de Scott Berger.

Il s'était pressé de revenir à l'hôtel, il ne voulait surtout pas manquer cette fabuleuse opportunité, jamais il n'aurait même envisagé que la ravissante madame Hastings puisse tromper mister vieux mari, jamais il n'aurait espéré même dans ses rêves les plus fous être le témoin de mister aventure.

Ravis de voir que le véhicule de Scott se trouvait toujours à la même place à mister retour, Il sourit se promettant :

- Oh ma chérie, bientôt ce sera pour mieux m'accueillir que tu écarteras tes jolies cuisses en grand! ... Bordel tu me semblais si jolie lorsque je te voyais assis à ton bureau! ..... Très bientôt tu me fourniras une formidable vue de ton corps nu étalé sur ton bureau! .....

Sachant que l'adorable prof était mariée et supposait-il heureuse en mariage, Nate soupçonnait qu'elle ne voulait surtout pas que quiconque la voit quitter cet hôtel de passe de ce fait il pensait que, profitant de l'obscurité, elle ne partirait qu'à la nuit tombée.

En ouvrant la porte de la chambre, Carol fouilla anxieusement l'obscurité de ses yeux perçants, elle retenait des larmes de honte alors que mister corps tremblait de culpabilité autant que de nervosité.

Elle n'espérait qu'une chose, que permisterne ne la voie sortir de cette chambre d'hôtel au bras de mister ancien élève, si cela se savait, la rumeur s'en répandrait comme une traînée de feu dans leur communauté banlieusarde.

Agrippant le col de sa veste, elle se sentait nue en quittant cette chambre d'hôtel où elle venait de violer ses vœux de mariage, elle était grandement soulagée de ne voir permisterne traîner dans le parking.

Elle suivit Scott qui regagnait mister véhicule et lui ouvrit galamment la porte de passager.

Carol poussa un gros soupir de soulagement en constatant que permisterne ne zonait dans le coin, espérant que cela continue jusqu'au moment où ils quitteraient ce maudit parking.

Elle était loin de se douter qu'à la seconde même où elle avait ouvert la porte de la chambre d'hôtel, une caméra digitale capturait et enregistrait sa mine coupable.

Sur le chemin du retour, le cœur battant la chamade, sa petite culotte trempée de cyprine et de foutre mêlés s'écoulant de sa chatte, Carol serrait étroitement ses cuisses l'une contre l'autre pour tenter de souiller encore plus sa petite culotte craignant si elle desserrait les cuisses qu'un flot de foutre s'échappe de sa cramouille engorgée.

Elle ne parvenait pas à croire à ce qui venait de se passer ces cinq dernières heures.

L'endurance de mister jeune amant paraissait incroyable, elle se remémorait avec émotion cette rapidité avec laquelle il avait retrouvé toute sa vigueur entamant une nouvelle séance amoureuse qui avait débouché sur un nombre impensable d'orgasmes.

Puis plus tard, il avait remis une troisième fois le couvert et cette fois il avait totalement vidé ses couilles, épuisant ses moindres ressources lorsqu'il s'était retiré de sa chatoune lasse de plaisir.

Vers quatre heures lorsqu'il la déposa dans l'allée de leur garage, Carol sauta hors de mister véhicule avant que mister jeune amoureux ait le temps de venir lui ouvrir la portière et se rua vers la porte de mister pavillon.

Elle avait eu peur qu'il l'escorte jusqu'à la porte de sa maimister, elle savait qu'elle n'aurait pas été capable de l'arrêter dans mister élan de la prendre dans mister lit conjugal comme il l'espérait tant.

Une fois bien à l'abri chez elle, Carol se précipita dans la sale de bain et paniquée se rendit compte qu'elle avait oublié de racheter un flacon de douche vaginal la dernière qu'elle s'en était servie.

La voiture était dans le garage, l'allée du garage sous la neige, elle n'avait aucun moyen de se rendre en ville acheter cette protection dont elle avait tant besoin.

Elle réalisa alors que la pharmacie la plus proche se trouvait à environ deux kilomètres, et que de toute manière elle devait être fermée en cette période de fête.

Recroquevillée en position fœtale dans mister lit, elle ne parvenait pas à effacer l'image de mister jeune amant qu'elle avait en tête, elle se demandait qu'elles seraient les conséquences de mister imprévoyance alors que sa semence fertile travaillait ses ovaires.

Plus tard dans la journée, cet après-midi de Noël, Carol ouvrit le luxueux paquet cadeau de mister mari.

A la vue du collier en diamants et des boucles d'oreilles coordonnées elle lui donna un tendre baiser en s'efforçant de retenir les grosses larmes qui ruisselaient sur ses joues.

Son mari qui prit ses pleurs pour des larmes de joie l'enlaça et l'embrassa fiévreusement alors qu'elle essuyait ses larmes..... Ses larmes de culpabilité et de honte!

Etreignant mister époux, elle se sentait si honteuse de savoir sa chatoune tapissée par la semence de mister jeune voisin.

Six jours plus tard, à la veille du nouvel an, Carol hésitait à se rendre chez les Berger pour leur souhaiter une heureuse nouvelle année alors que mister mari travaillait avec l'équipe de nuit de l'hôtel.

Mais c'était la tradition que de se rendre chez ses voisins, elle n'avait aucun moyen de se défiler sans éveiller les soupçons.

Elle savait que Scott devait être là, elle ne pouvait empêcher mister cœur de battre la chamade à l'idée de le revoir si tôt, d'autant plus qu'elle n'avait pas répondu à ses nombreux coups de fil en identifiant mister numéro d'appel.

Comme la neige avait fondu et la température était remontée, elle avait enfilé une élégante robe et des hauts talons. , elle se contenta d'enfiler u chandail pour se rendre chez les Berger.

Elle se tenait devant la maimister des Berger se refusant à offrir à Scott l'opportunité de se serrer contre elle alors qu'elle avait pensé à lui toute la nuit.

Lorsqu'elle repartit, ayant rempli ses obligations de bon voisinage, Carol frémit en entendant Scott dire à ses parents :

- Je vais faire un tour! ... J'ai rendez-vous avec Jimmy Norton, et il doit déjà m'attendre! .....

Lorsque ses voisins rentrèrent chez eux, sa visite faite aux Berger et aux Norton ses voisins de l'autre coté de sa maimister, elle prit le chemin du retour; Scott lui emboîta le pas.

A mi-chemin de sa maimister elle annonça à Scott

- Je peux rentrer seule..... Prends du bon temps avec tes copains Scott! .....

Carol frémit nerveusement alors que Scott dédaignant mister conseil continuait à l'accompagner, posa sa main sur sa taille la coupant :

- Ils mistert tous chez Brian, et je leur ai dit de ne pas compter sur moi! ....

Sur mister porche d'entrée, la clef insérée dans la serrure, elle se tourna vers mister séduisant voisin et lui opposa :

- Scott..... Ce que... Ce que nous avons fait..... Etait mal..... Nous Ne pouvons pas... Je ne peux pas! ....

Mais alors qu'elle tournait la clef la main de Scott toujours posée sur ses hanches, elle se retrouva bien vite dans mister hall d'entrée en compagnie de mister si séduisant jeune voisin, la porte refermée dans mister dos.

- Scott..... Je t'en prieeeeeeeee...... Nous! .....

Ne put-elle que soupirer alors que ses lèvres effleuraient déjà les siennes.

Le chandail repoussé de ses épaules tomba sur ses bras, et rapidement cette pièce de vêtement se retrouva sur la hotte du foyer.

Elle soupirait des misters incompréhensibles alors qu'il la débarrassait de mister gilet.

Etreinte fermement par Scott, ses bras autour de mister cou, Carol ouvrait ses lèvres pour accueillir sa langue qui fouillait sa bouche avec impatience, alors qu'il l'entraînait au travers du salon et montait les escalier menant à sa chambre.

Le lendemain matin, c'est le bruit de mister mari rentrant au foyer et gagnant la salle de bain pour prendre une douche qui la réveilla, Carol était paniquée en se rappelant que sa robe et mister chandail se trouvaient au salon sur la hotte du foyer.

Comme mister mari était entré par le garage après y avoir rangé mister 4x4 il n'était pas passé devant l'âtre, Elle réalisa alors qu'elle ferait mieux de se ruer au rez-de-chaussée pour effacer ses traces suspectes!

Yeux écarquillés, Carol laissa échapper un soupir de soulagement à la vue de sa robe noire et mister chandail pliés soigneusement et ranges avec ses haut-talons noirs près sur une chaise le long de sa commode.

Soulagée, elle comprit que Scott s'était chargé de faire disparaître les traces trop évidentes de leur forfait.

Puis elle chercha des yeux mister soutien-gorge et sa petite culotte mais ne les retrouva pas, elle réalisa alors qu'il avait du s'en emparer comme de trophées.

Elle se releva prestement et se rua sur sa penderie pour saisir une petite culotte à enfiler sous mister pyjama.

De retour dans mister lit, l'image de mister jeune amant lui remplit à nouveau la tête alors qu'elle revivait chaque seconde depuis leur entrée dans la maimister.

Se pourléchant ses lèvres gonflées, Carol se remémorait sa deuxième leçon de maths cette semaine, cette fois elle avait tenu à lui démontrer qu'elle maîtrisait parfaitement le chiffre "69".

Et comme la première fois ce 69 avait été suivi d'une longue séance d'amour fou, mais cette fois dans mister lit conjugal.

Les coups de langue sur mister clito l'avait rendue folle de désir, elle avait alors lapé mister méat jusqu'à l'instant où il déversa ses premiers jets de foutre crémeux dans sa bouche accueillante.

Mais ce n'était pas une partie de jambes en l'air entre mari et femme, mais à la place notre parfaite hôtesse mister ex élève d'une façon fort inappropriée.

Pas une seule, pas deux mais trois fois le lit marital des Hasting avait cogné contre le mur de la chambre alors que dans leur accouplement powerné il emplissait sa chatte de flots crémeux et épais.

Avant que Carl se glisse dans le lit, Carol feignait de s'activer comme d'habitude à cette heure-ci, elle salua mister mari d'un vibrant :

- Bonne année mon chéri! .....

Puis elle fit semblant de bailler et ajouta

- Les voisins ont fait la fête jusqu'au petit matin..... Je suppose qu'il est temps que je me lève plutôt que de dormir en ce jour de nouvel an! ...... Laisse moi changer les draps avant que tu te couches, nous démarrerons ainsi, symboliquement, l'année dans de nouveaux draps! .....

La véritable raimister était toute autre Carol voulait refaire le lit pour que mister mari ne se rende pas compte que les draps étaient souillés de sperme.

Cette nouvelle année avait commencé par un énorme changement qui devait définitivement changer la vie de Carol.

Pour la Saint Valentin, elle reçut une douzaine de roses dans sa salle de classe, la carte comportait un message sibyllin :

- Je t'aime... Et était signée d'un grand N° 32.

Ce numéro, qui correspondait à mister âge, était celui du maillot de football de mister jeune amant.

Carol avait pensé à lui tout au matin alors que penchée sur ses toilettes elle vomissait tripes et boyaux.

Elle connaissait déjà le résultat qu'indiquerait mister test de grossesse qu'elle allait se procurer cet après-midi même dans une pharmacie.

L'événement suivant fut aussi terrifiant qu'inattendu, il advint juste avant les vacances de printemps alors qu'elle était enceinte de trois mois et portait le bébé de Scott Berger.

Le cauchemar commença alors qu'un matin, assise à mister bureau elle ouvrit le tiroir central et y découvrit une grande enveloppe portant mister adresse.

L'enveloppe contenait des photos d'elle sortant de la chambre d'hôtel, les yeux gonflés, agrippant le col de sa veste alors que Scott Berger se trouvait immédiatement dans mister dos.

Les photos étaient accompagnées d'un court message :

- Si tu veux garder ces photos secrètes, retrouve-moi cet après-midi à l'hôtel à 15 heures... Même chambre! ..... Tu sais où n'est ce pas! ...... Le nom de "Notel Motel" te semble-t-il familier? .......

Chante Carol, chante


Bien que ce texte se suffise en lui même,

il est aussi la suite naturelle de : un magnifique cadeau de Noël



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Assise derrière mister bureau Carol Hasting surveillait ses élèves qui se concentraient sur un contrôle, elle se trémoussait sur sa chaise, visible-ment très énervée.

- Qui cela pouvait-il bien être? .... Etait-ce un élève de cette classe? ..... se demandait-elle affolée.

Elle baissa la tête et ferma les yeux désespérés, Carol aurait voulu pouvoir remonter le temps et revivre ses dernières vacances de Noël.

- Pourquoi l'ai-je laissé faire? .... Comment ai-je pu me montrer si faible? .... s'interrogeait-elle dans mister fort intérieur.

Se remémorant les photos qu'elle avait reçue il y a peu, elle devait convenir qu'il n'y en avait aucun doute quant au lieu où elles avaient été prises, de plus les deux dernières la représentaient.

- Oh mon Dieu, Si Carl venait les voir, Dieu seul sait..... Pat l'enfer il comprendrait vite que je l'ai trompé dans ce foutu hôtel! ..... se dit-elle dans mister fort intérieur.

Et de fait, si quelqu'un voyait cet enchaînement d'images il n'aurait au-cun doute sur les événements s'étant déroulés au Notel Motel.

On y voyait tout d'abord une vue de la devanture du Notel Motel avec mister enseigne géante au fin fond d'un parking où étaient garées différen-tes voitures.

La photo suivante prise plus prêt de l'hôtel montrait une conduite inté-rieure blanche garée dans le centre de l'hôtel devant une chambre en arrière plan.

On l'a reconnaissait clairement sur cette photo bien qu'elle ait les yeux froncés Carol se souvenait parfaitement de cet instant, on lisait sur mister visage le remords d'avoir commis le pêché d'adultère.

La photo suivante, celle ou mister jeune amant la tenait par le cou en quittant la chambre d'hôtel, permettait clairement de l'identifier comme le fils de leur voisin immédiat, par ailleurs un de ses élèves.

Quoiqu'elle connaisse beaucoup d'histoires relatant les amours de profs et d'élèves au cours de ces dernières années, sa relation ne serait pas aussi scabreuse, mister jeune amant ayant plus de 18 ans.

Bien que ce soit un de ses élèves, il avait plus de 18 ans comme la plu-part des élèves des classes de terminales du lycée.

Même si cette affaire ne ferait pas les choux gras de magazines natio-naux, il était certain que les journaux nationaux ruineraient sa bonne ré-putation parmi la communauté locale.

Et quelle que soit la publicité qui serait faite à cet événement, Carol savait que mister adorable mari ne le pardonnerait jamais cet adultère, d'autant plus que la capote dont ils s'étaient servis s'étaient rompues et qu'elle s'était malheureusement retrouvée engrossée par mister jeune amant lors de ces satanées vacances de Noël.

Il était exclu qu'il s'agisse d'une fille, bien que Carol l'aurait préféré, elle savait que mister maître chanteur devait être un homme.

- Pourquoi m'impose-t-il de me rencontrer dans la même chambre d'hôtel? ..... Que veut-il, de l'argent? ..... Combien? ..... Oh mon Dieu..... Et s'il voulait me rencontrer dans cette chambre pour... Pour me baiser! .... frismisterna-t-elle soudain secouée de hauts le cœur.

- Devrai-je subir me résigner s'il veut coucher avec moi? .... Qu'arrivera-t-il si je refuse? ... Irait-il jusqu'à diffuser ces ignobles photos? ...... tremblait-elle d'effroi.

Retenant ses pleurs, Carol frémit de dégoût à l'idée que mister maître chanteur puisse poser ses mains sur elle.

- Ce n'est pas seulement ses mains qu'il voudra poser sur moi! ..... Il voudra me fourrer mister sale pénis dans la chatte! .... se dit-elle soudain éperdue de honte.

Elle se repassait les détails de cette nuit cherchant désespérément à deviner qui l'observait dans le but de la faire chanter, Carol revivait ce qu'elle avait vécu lors de cette fête de Noël.

- Ce devait forcément être quelqu'un de ce groupe! ....

La réputation de Scott dans ce lycée n'était plus à faire..... Ils savaient tous qu'il multipliait les aventures avec des femmes plus vieilles que lui..... Mon Dieu, ce nuisible devait nous avoir suivis! ...... Et se référant à la réputation de Scott, il avait du en conclure rapidement que tout cela était fort louche! .... conclut-elle affolée.

- Ce doit être ça..... Et lorsque Scott m'a rejoint dans sur parking de l'hôtel il a commencé à prendre des photos..... attendant l'instant ou nous ressortirions de cette maudite chambre..... après avoir commis un adultère! ..... analysait-elle horrifiée.

Plus tard, dans la nuit après avoir longuement réfléchi à qui avait pu les épier lors de ces fêtes de Noël, Carol se repassait la tête de tous ses élèves se demandant qui cela pouvait -il bien être...... Bob Adams? .... Mike Goodhall? ..... Harry Cormell? ..... Trevor Masters? ..... Dennis Myers? ...... Qui pouvait bien être mister maître chanteur? ..... réfléchissait Carol.

- Je dois acheter mister silence..... Quel que soit le prix à payer! ..... se disait-elle, frismisternant à l'idée qu'elle devrait sûrement coucher avec lui en échange de mister silence.

Incapable de s'endormir, Carol restait étendue dans mister lit, se préparant au pire, se représentant chacun des jeunes mâles qui pouvait se trouver être mister maître chanteur.

Afin de se préparer à l'inéluctable rencontre du lendemain, Carol se les représentait l'un après l'autre, s'imaginant se déshabillant pour eux dans la chambre d'hôtel où elle avait déjà fauté.

Même si elle méprisait déjà ce maître chanteur inconnu elle devait ad-mettre qu'aucun de ses jeunes lycées ne se détachait plus que les au-tres dans ce rôle.

Ils étaient tous moins sportifs et musclés que Scott qui était la coquelu-che du lycée.

Mais de se représenter sa soumission entre leurs mains, Carol se ren-dait compte qu'ils étaient tous susceptibles de la faire chanter pour profiter lubriquement de ses charmes, et qu'elle devrait se soumettre servilement à toutes leurs volontés.

En sortant du repas de midi, le jeune Nate Manning, du haut de ses 18 ans révolus depuis six mois, observait attentivement l'adorable madame Hasting alors qu'elle ouvrait la porte de sa classe pour accueillir sa pro-chaine classe de math.

Seul majeur de sa classe à power de redoublement Nate était le plus cos-taud des élèves de cette classe de seconde.

- Hello madame Hasting Comment cela va-t-il? ..... salua-t-il railleu-sement sa prof adorée, tout sourire en hochant de la tête en sa di-rection.

Il était évident que sa délicieuse prof était nerveuse, troublée et qu'elle devait être mure pour entamer une fructueuse négociation.

- Tout va bien madame Hasting? .... Vous me semblez abattue au-jourd'hui..... Puis-je vous aider en quoi que ce soit? .... s'enquit-il suavement.

- Non, mais je te remercie de me l'avoir proposé, j'ai juste de petits problèmes aujourd'hui..... lui répondit-elle en retour.

Nate savait pertinemment ce qui troublait mister adorable prof de math, d'autant plus que c'est lui qui avait tiré ces photos si compromettantes et qui lui avait réclamé un rendez-vous dans cette même chambre où elle avait fauté.

Comme madame Hasting allait franchir le pas de porte de sa classe, ses pieds délicieusement chaussés de hauts talons beiges, Nate se pourlé-cha les babines alors que sa bite tressautait dans on caleçon.

- Vous semblez si inquiète de voir votre mari visionner ces photos madame Hasting... Mais à 15 heures tu n'auras plus à t'en tracasser, lorsque je t'assurerai que je n'ai pas envie de les lui faire parvenir! ..... Tant que tu écarteras tes blanches cuisses pour m'accueillir au cœur de ta féminité! ...... gloussait-il joyeusement.

A 14 heures, à la fin des cours, Carol sentit ses mains trembler alors qu'elle regardait l'horloge accrochée au mur de salle de classe.

Elle quitta rapidement sa salle de classe de peur d'être en retard pour mister rendez-vous de 15 heures, qui devait lui permettre de sauver mister mariage en évitant tout scandale.

De peur de voir mister jeune amoureux impliqué dans cette affaire alors qu'elle portait mister bébé dans mister ventre, Carol ne pouvait se permettre de laisser diffuser ces photos l'incriminant.

Jambes tremblantes elle quitta mister établissement pour aller prendre sa voiture dans le parking terrifiée de ne pas arriver au Notel Motel à temps, les conséquences pourraient dévaster sa vie.

Assise au volant de sa voiture qu'elle venait de ranger juste devant la chambre 108 du Notel Motel Carol jeta un oeil sur sa montre pour cons-tater qu'il était juste 14 heures 54.

Elle jeta un oeil circulaire sur le parking se demandant ce qui l'attendait maintenant.

- Quel était l'ado qui l'attendait derrière cette porte? ..... se deman-dait-elle angoissée.

- Dois-je vraiment y aller? ...

- 'Ne ferai-je pas mieux de redémarrer ma voiture pour filer tout droit à la maimister? ....

Mais les images compromettantes repassaient dans sa tête elle se força donc à se diriger vers la porte de la chambre, qu'elle ouvrit lentement avant de pénétrer d'un pas hésitant dans cette maudite chambre 108.

Auparavant elle jeta un coup d'œil circulaire s'assurant que permisterne ne la connaissant ne puisse la voir entrer dans cette chambre d'hôtel de cet établissement en périphérie de la ville, dont on connaissait parfaitement l'usage que faisaient les utilisateurs de ces chambres louées à l'heure.

Ne voyant permisterne, elle tourna la cliche de la porte c'est alors qu'elle remarqua un court message collé sur la porte : Bienvenue, entrez ma-dame Hasting! .... La porte est ouverte elle nota alors que la porte n'était pas fermée et qu'il lui suffisait de la pousser pour qu'elle s'ouvre.

Elle sursauta en entendant une voix masculine aboyer alors qu'elle poussait la porte :

- Entrez madame hasting... Et refermez la porte dans votre dos...... Que nous ne soyons pas dérangés......

Serrant les dents elle referma la porte Carol vit que la pièce était totale-ment noire.

Comme elle avançait dans la pièce, elle se trouva finalement au chœur de l'obscurité alors que la porte claquait dans mister dos la faisant trembler de peur alors qu'elle balbutiait :

- Qui..... Qui..... Qui êtes-vous? .... S'il vous plait... Je..... J'ai pris de l'argent..... Je vais vous acheter ces photos! ......

Nate avait drapé des couvertures noires sur les vitres, il attendait dans l'obscurité que sa ravissante prof de maths arrive.

Il comptait sur le fait qu'elle serait incapable de l'identifier en étant plongé de la lueur vive à l'obscurité profonde, d'autant plus que lorsqu'elle entre-rait, elle aurait le soleil et sa vive luminosité dans le dos.

Sa venue lui confirmait que la possession de ces photos compromettantes la représentant, sortant, tendrement enlacé avec Scott Berger, d'une chambre d'un hôtel connu en tant que lieu de rendez-vous galant, lui donnait barre sur elle.

Forçant sa voix, éliminant toutes tournures familières, Nate comptait af-firmer mister emprise sur elle en la confrontant à mister pêché de luxure, il l'accueillit en la raillant :

- Monsieur Hasting sait-il qu'il est cocu? ..... Et de plus par, Scott Berger, un de vos étudiants! ..... Ma, ma... Ca va faire un drôle de bruit si ça vient à être connu! .....

- Je vous en prie... vendez-moi ces photos! ..... répondit d'une voix faible la ravissante jeune femme éperdue.

- Je ne veux pas de ton argent madame Hasting..... rétorqua-t-il la fouettant en adoptant un tutoiement des plus familiers.

- Ces photos ne mistert pas à vendre! .... Tu le sais très bien d'ailleurs! ..... Tu sais bien pourquoi tu te trouves avec moi dans cette chambre! ...... T'es ici pour me plaire suffisamment afin que je n'ai pas envie d'envoyer ces photos à ton mari par mail, ou que je les fasse parvenir à des journaux à scandales! .... N'est pas ma chère madame Hasting? ....... lui rappela Nate suavement.

- Euh, oui... ouiiiii... répondit-elle faiblement.

- Et maintenant, pour me prouver ta bonne volonté ma chère Carol, tu vas t'agenouiller entre mes cuisses et me tailler une pipe! ...... lui intima-t-il grossièrement.

Carol avala sa salive alors qu'un frismister glacé lui parcourait sa colonne vertébrale et que mister estomac se soulevait déjà de révulsion à l'idée de ce qu'il attendait d'elle.

Bien sur elle avait déjà sucé des bites auparavant... En fait une seule! ..... Celle de mister jeune amant dans le seul but de lui offrir un plaisir qu'elle n'avait jamais offert.

Et voila que maintenant ce pervers lui réclamait le même plaisir, il insis-tait maintenant :

- Viens ici Carol... Si tu savais depuis combien de temps j'attends cet instant! .... Depuis de longs mois, Cela fait longtemps que je t'imagine postée entre mes genoux suçant ma grosse BITE NOIRE! .....

Une boule se forma dans sa gorge en entendant ces mots, Carol venait de réaliser qu'en fait mister maître chanteur n'était pas l'un de ceux qu'elle avait soupçonné, car ils étaient tous blancs.

Un rai de lumière la figea alors, émanant de l'endroit où était assis mister maître chanteur sa grosse noire en évidence.

Alors que mister tourmenteur se branlait allégrement sa bite s'allongeait et s'épaississait encore, Carol réalisa alors qu'elle était bien plus grosse que celles de mister mari et de Scott.

- Qu'y a -t'il Carol, tout le monde dit au lycée que tu traites tous tes élèves de la même façon, quelle que soit leur race..... Eh bine maintenant tu vas devoir le prouver! .... Et magne-toi le cul ma chère Carol.....

- Nate... Nate Manning... Mon Dieu... C'est toi! .... C'est toi qui..... Mais comment...... Comment t'es-tu procuré ces photos? ..... balbutiait Carol en reconnaissant sa voix et la manière dont il avait prononcé les deux dernières phrases.

Carol cligna des yeux alors que soudain la lumière jaillit et Carol put constater que c'était bien Nate Manning qui était assis sur la chaise ar-borant un large sourire tout en flattant sa monstruosité et lui déclarant :

- Je faisais partie de l'équipe de surveillance de nuit lors de ton rendez-vous avec Scott..... Il ne pouvait pas savoir pas que j'étais là, je venais d'arriver sur le campus..... J'avais été très surpris de te voir en sa compagnie dans la voiture...... J'ai réagi en un dixième de seconde ma chérie! ..... Une... Deux... trois... Quatre..... J'avais déjà 4 photos! ..... rétorqua-t-il lui expliquant qu'il avait pris lui-même ces photos.

- A la huitième... Carol s'efforça de s'avancer vers mister souriant su-borneur.

Elle détourna mister visage alors qu'il la forçait à s'agenouiller entre ses cuisses, face à sa colonne d'ébène, Carol tremblait comme une feuille entendant les deux mains pour empoigner l'énorme pilon, cet énorme phallus qui faisait au bas mot 35 centimètres de long.

L'agrippant comme elle l'aurait fait d'une bête de base-ball incapable de refermer ses doigts sur mister épais diamètre, elle se mit à le branler consciencieusement tout en gardant mister visage tourné.

- Peut être bien que si je le fais jouir en le branlant, il me laissera tranquille ensuite..... Oh mon Dieu... Je frémis rien qu'à l'idée de le prendre en bouche! ..... frismisternait-elle de dégoût, le branlant de plus en plus vite dans l'espoir de le faire jouir manuellement.

Bien que fort expérimenté pour mister jeune âge, Nate avait couché avec sa première fille à l'age de 15 ans, il n'était pas de ceux qui tiraient leur coup prématurément, il gloussa en réalisant le plan de sa jolie prof.

Il se contentait de sourire l'admirant déployant tous ses efforts pour le faire jouir entre ses doigts, regardant la jolie Carol s'enferrer en s'entêtant dans sa sottise, pensant le faire gicler de façon prématurée.

Puis tendant ses deux mains il promena ses doigts dans sa douce che-velure soyeuse, il força la belle garce à approcher mister visage de sa bite déployée.

Il adorait la voir écarquiller les yeux en affichant mister dégoût.

Carol sentit des nausées la secouer alors que le jeune pervers prome-nait mister gland sur ses lèvres juste sou mister nez, une forte odeur de sueur et de pisse lui montait aux narines alors que mister estomac se soulevait en humant ces puissants remugles.

Tête tirée en arrière il empoigna ses mains pour presser sa bite contre ses lèvres, il tira alors mister visage en avant appliquant le jus pré sperma-tique qui suintait de mister méat sur ses lèvres purpurines, un peu comme s'il étalait mister rouge à lèvres.

Le gland pressé contre ses dents serrées il lui enjoignit :

- Ouvre ta jolie bouche ma chérie... Il est temps que t'embouches ma grosse BITE NOIRE! ......

- Mmmmmmffffff...... Mmmmmmffffffffffffff...... Mmmmmmmfffff! ..... frismisterna Carol alors qu'il enfournait mister énorme pilon dans sa bouche hagarde, lui écartant les mâchoires comme jamais elles ne l'avaient été.

Frémissante de révulsion alors que l'épais gland de chair heurtait l'entrée de mister arrière-gorge, elle tenta de le repousser de toutes ses powers, mais il maintenait fermement mister visage dans le bon axe.

Elle n'était pas de power contre ce puissant gaillard dont la bite épaisse s'enfonçait maintenant dans mister arrière-gorge, Carol ne parvenait pas à croire qu'on puisse la powerr à accomplir un acte aussi dégradant.

Accueillir Scott Berger dans sa bouche était une manière de plaire à mister jeune amant, c'était carrément l'opposé de ce qui advenait à cet instant.

Cet acte semblait si hideux que Carol s'efforçait d'endurer le vil adolescent qui commençait à la baiser en bouche, faisant coulisser âprement sa grosse bite noire entre ses lèvres.

C'est alors que le jeune Nate souffla :

- Oh prof chérie..... Oh mon Dieu... C'est si bon de te baiser! .... J'en rêve depuis si longtemps! ...... Si foutrement longtemps! .... Je ne vais plus tarder à tamidonner les amygdales! .....

Quelle qu'en soit la raimister le fait qu'il risquait d'éjaculer dans sa bouche ne lui avait même pas effleuré l'esprit?

Elle posa ses mains sur les cuisses de Nate cherchant de toutes ses fai-bles powers à le repousser pour extraire sa grosse bite de sa bouche, mais elle luttait en vain mister agresseur était bien plus fort qu'elle, il accrocha encore plus fermement ses cheveux et la retint en place alors qu'il grognait

- Ahhh prof.... Ohhhhhh Carol ... Oh ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii... Je vais jouirr-rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...... Ca y'est je gicle dans ta bouche! ...... sa bite enfla encore dans sa bouche, Carol sentit les chauds jets de mister éjaculation s'écouler dans sa gorge avant de tracer mister chemin vers mister estomac.

Elle parvint à reculer la tête, de ce fait sa seconde éjaculation lui emplit la bouche, encore un jet et elle fut totalement pleine.

Incapable de recracher la semence qu'elle avait en bouche, Carol n'avait pas d'autre choix que d'avaler mister répugnant foutre alors qu'il continuait jet après jet à se vider les couilles dans sa bouche rétive.

De plus, circonstance aggravante il l'encourageait :

- Ah oui ma petite prof..... Comme ça... Ah ouiiiiii...... T'es une suceuse de première! ..... Ah oui, vide-moi les couilles ma prof chérie! ..... Bouffe tout ce foutre crémeux que je t'injecte en pleine gorge! ..... elle avala encore et encore, jusqu'à ce qu'ils e retire enfin de sa bouche asservie.

Carol avait besoin d'un bon bol d'air, mais cela n'était pas facile d'autant plus qu'elle avait maintenant des nausées, elle rampa jusqu'à la poubelle voisine.

- Arrrrrrrrhhhhhhh...... Arrrruuuckkkkk..... Aarccckkkkkkkkkk!...... elle vomit tout ce qu'elle avait avalé en plus du repas qu'elle avait pris peu de temps auparavant.

Elle se sentait si malade à cet instant, elle était si concentrée sur ses hauts le cœur, qu'elle ne se rendait pas compte qu'il descendait la ferme-ture éclair du dos de sa robe, puis qu'il déclipsait mister soutien-gorge, elle ne s'en rendit compte que lorsque des mains calleuses s'emparèrent de ses nichons pour les palper avidement.

Un moment plus tard, Nate lui tendit une bouteille d'eau minérale en plaisantant:

- Avec les compliments du Notel Motel.....

La prenant sous les aisselles il la releva, Carol se tenait figée dans la lumière du spot lumineux alors qu'il descendait les épaules de sa robe sur ses bras, la robe bleue tomba au sol tirebouchonnant autour de ses hauts talons beiges.

Son soutien-gorge dégrafé la suivit de peu, le vil ado ne perdit pas de temps pour empaumer à nouveau ses nichons, cette fois il entreprit de les malaxer, les triturer alors que ses mamelons dardaient sous ces ca-resses indésirables.

- Bordel t'as de jolis tétons ma chérie! ..... s'enthousiasma-t-il la tournant vers lui pour lui mordiller les mamelons.

Quelques instants plus tard, étendue sur le lit, Carol se cachait le visage entre les mains, elle pleurait à chaudes larmes alors que mister suborneur roulait sa petite culotte sur ses cuisses, la repoussant sur ses chaussu-res.

En dehors du fait qu'elle devait powerr mister corps à se soumettre afin de lui permettre d'avoir des rapports sexuels, Carol tentait de se préparer à recevoir sa monstrueuse bite dans la chatte.

Mais elle ne s'attendait pas à ce qu'il enfouisse sa tête crépue entre ses cuisses, lui révélant ses intentions luxurieuses.

- Nonnnnnnn... Je t'en prie....... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... couinait-elle alors que Nate lui bouffait la chatte à pleine bouche.

En expert dans le léchage de chattes juteuses, Nate travaillait gaillarde-ment les sens de Carol lui enseignant des choses auxquelles elle n'avait jamais souscrit.

En un rien de temps il la faisait miauler de joie alors que sa langue agile qui fouillait sa chatte inondée de cyprine la rendait folle.

- Bordel elle a le feu au cul, et je n'ai pas encore titillé mister clito! ..... pensait-il épaté de sa réaction enflammée.

- Mais lorsque je vais m'en occuper, elle va grimper aux rideaux! ..... conjoncturait-il ravi de l'aubaine.

Et bien sur lorsqu'il mordilla mister clito d'une bouche habile elle se mit à crier :

- Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Mon Dieuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......

Nate se régala alors de mister nectar alors qu'un orgasme fracassant la terrassait, sa chatoune embrasée secrétait un flot de cyprine qui s'écoulait dans sa bouche avide.

Sortant de l'état de sidération dans lequel l'avait plongé mister violent or-gasme, Carol fut envahie par le remords et la honte, honte d'avoir joui de façon si éclatante.

Elle sentit alors un corps lourd peser sur le lit, puis un épieu charnu se promener dans sa fentine, elle paniqua alors, elle n'avait jamais expéri-menté de queue aussi monstrueuse.

Déjà elle sentait les dimensions extraordinaires de s bite qu'il tentait d'insérer dans sa chagatte réticente, elle le repoussa de toutes ses powers espérant échapper, du moins momentanément à l'inexorable empalement qui la guettait.

Le musculeux jeune gaillard n'aimait pas se voir repoussé, il empoigna ses hanches et s'élança, Carol hurla sa douleur :

- Aiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....

- T'affole pas chérie... gloussa le pervers gaillard alors qu'elle coui-nait, il se pencha sur elle pressant sa bite sur sa foufoune, faisant pénétrer quelques 5 centimètres de plus dans sa cramouille dis-tendue.

- Bordel prof t'es aussi étroite qu'une pucelle! ..... Je suppose que ton mari et ton amant n'ont que des ridicules petites saucisses! ...... la raillait-il alors qu'elle sanglotait de plus belle alors qu'il s'enfon-çait inexorablement dans sa caverne endolorie.

Rafferrmissant ses prises sur ses hanches il continuait à forer mister chemin dans mister utérus asservi, plongeant de plus en plus profondément mister énorme mentule dans sa grotte jusqu'à ce que leurs deux toimisters s'emmêlent.

En voyant ses doigts griffer désespérément les draps, sentant ses cuis-ses largement écartées sous lui, Nate comprit qu'elle entendait rester passivement étendue sur mister lit, ne manifestant aucun émoi alors qu'il la baiserait à couilles rabattues.

Il s'en réjoui lui qui était décidé à stimuler ses sens, cela l'encourageait à déployer toute sa technique et mister art pour l'amener dans un premier temps à partager ses orgasmes, puis dans un second temps le supplier de continuer à la baiser à fond.

Lentement, comme un train quittant la gare, il débuta par des coups de boutoir mesurés, d'une profondeur moyenne avant d'amplifier et le rythme et la profondeur de ses pénétrations.

A peine cinq minutes plus tard, Carol secouait la tête de droite à gauche alors qu'elle agrippait les draps à pleines mains, plantant ses talons dans le matelas pour répondre aux assauts enfiévrés de mister maître chanteur qui faisait vibrer mister corps en dépit de ses intentions.

Elle figeait mister corps, essayant de dissimuler mister émoi, mais elle était de plus en plus faible... ses sphincters vaginaux se crispaient et décris-paient sur la grosse hampe alors qu'elle aspirait l'épaisse colonne de chaire qui coulissait allégrement dans sa moule embrasée.

- Ohhhhh... Ahhhhhh..... pleurnichait-elle, par à coup, c'était là les seuls signes qui trahissaient mister émoi avant que ne s'effondrent ses défenses, sa chatoune serrant fortement la bite tendue qui lui donnait tant de plaisir et s'enfonçait jusqu'à la racine dans on petit corps frémissant.

Nate sourit intérieurement, il avait compris plusieurs minutes plus tôt que ses défenses céderaient très bientôt, et il n'avait aucun doute la-dessus rien qu'à sentir ses sphincters jouer sur sa bite.

Et voilà que maintenant il constatait au travers de ses gémissements que sa capitulation était imminente, elle ne tarderait plus à le supplier de la baiser encore et encore! ......

Ses gémissements devenaient plus bruyants, plus fréquents, Nate se mit alors à la baiser sur un rythme accéléré, heurtant à tout coup le col de mister utérus, il sentit alors ses mains caresser mister dos alors que ses cuisses s'enroulaient autour des siennes.

Il allait maintenant lui porter le coup de grâce, il s'immobilisa à demi en-foncé dans sa grotte en feu, elle grogna alors :

- Pourquoi... Pourquoi t'arrêtes-tu? ..... il lui rétorqua alors :

- Dis-moi ma prof chérie, dis-moi ce que tu veux..... Dis moi ce que tu veux que je te fasse! .... N'hésite pas à parler crûment.....

Carol se mordait les lèvres, secouait sa tête de gauche à droite pour dire :

- NON... elle se refusait à succomber de façon si humiliante.

Mais cette grosse bite qui lui donnait un plaisir aussi intense qu'indésiré était dans une position d'attente, à moitié encastrée dans sa chatoune frémissante, alors que ses sphincters se crispaient et décrispaient sur l'épaisse hampe qui ne la comblait qu'à moitié, mister corps s'efforçait de le stimuler de façon à lui faire reprendre ses activités luxurieuses.

Bientôt ses envies devinrent trop fortes, elle capitula misérablement en grognant :

- Maudis sois-tu...... baise-moi... Je veux que tu fourres ta grosse BITE au fond de ma CHATTE..... Mon Dieu, baise-moi comme une SALOPE! ..... Prends-moi à fond..... Je veux sentir tes couilles contre mon ventre... enfonce-toi dans mon utérus! ...... Vas-y es-pèce de bâtard......

- Oh ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiii..... Ohhhhh, ouiiiiiiii..... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... En-coreeeeeeeeeeee... cette jeune prof si guindée, si prude, pante-lait comme une folle alors qu'il remettait à la baiser sur un rythme effréné.

Il retirait ses 30 centimètres de sa chatte pour mieux les y enfouir de nouveau, sur un rythme croissant, la martelant tel un marteau pneumati-que, la baisant d'une manière qu'elle ne pourrait jamais oublier! .....

Bientôt il sentit ses ongles griffer mister dos alors qu'elle se cabrait pour aspirer plus profondément sa bite dans sa féminité embrasée, elle était tout prêt à succomber à un fracassant orgasme.

- Oh mon Dieu... Je... Je Jouisssss..... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..... hur-lait-elle à pleins poumons alors que Nate se vidait les couilles dans mister intimité brûlante.

Une heure plus tard, après une session de jambes en l'air entre la somp-tueuse prof et mister jeune maître chanteur, il lui tendait une serviette pro-pre en commentant :

- Et une serviette propre, avec les compliments du Notel Motel..... Tu ferais mieux de prendre une douche bien chaude avant de ren-trer chez toi! .....

Rassemblant ses vêtements et mister sac à main, elle s'enferma dans la salle de bain sachant qu'effectivement il valait mieux qu'elle se douche au cas où mister mari rentre chez lui avec en tête l'envie de lui faire l'amour.

Ouvrant mister sac, elle trouva le flacon de douche vaginale qu'elle avait eu la précaution d'emmener.

Rhabillée après cette douche chaude et reconstituante, elle sortit de la salle de bain, elle vit alors que le lit avait été refermé, que les couvertu-res qui masquaient les fenêtres avaient été enlevées, et que maintenant mister pervers maître chanteur finissait de nettoyer la chambre.

Lorsqu'il se dirigea vers la salle de bain, Carol balbutia :

- Tu... Tu avais promis de me donner ces photos. ....

Mais, alors que le jeune homme vidait la poubelle de la salle de bain dans mister sac à ordures, il trouva l'emballage et le flacon de sa douche vaginale vides, il l'interpella violemment :

- Bordel qu'est-ce que cela? .... Une douche vaginale? .... Tu t'es débarrassé de mon foutre? ..... Salope, Je n'ai pas trouvé de fla-con de douche vaginale dans la poubelle quand tu as copulé avec ce salopard de Scott dans cette chambre! ....

A la vue de sa fureur, Carol craignit pour sa vie alors qu'elle s'écartait précipitamment de lui, mais elle heurta le lit et tomba à plat dos dessus.

Elle se retourna et chercha à ramper pour s'enfuir, mes il attrapa ses chevilles et la tira sur le rebord du lit, puis il saisit l'ourlet de sa robe et le remonta pour saisir la ceinture élastiquée de sa petite culotte.

Sa petite culotte disparue, à quatre pattes, Carol sanglotait alors que le petit salaud lui fourrait sa bite dans la chagatte en lui annonçant :

- Alors petite pute, tu t'es débarrassée de mon foutre alors que tu as gardé celui de Scott dans ton ventre! ..... T'es une sacrée salope ma petite Carol..... Je vais te remplir à nouveau de ma semence, et comme tu as vidé ton flacon de douche vaginale....... Tu vas garder ma semence dans ton ventre tout comme tu avais gardé le foutre de Scott! ....

Après une rapide séance de baise en levrette, Carol toujours sans culotte sentait la semence de Nate s'écouler de sa chatte pour s'étaler sur la face interne de ses cuisses alors qu'il l'escortait jusqu'à la porte en ironisant :

- Maintenant que t'es bien emplie de foutre, tu peux rentrer chez toi retrouver ton gentil petit mari! .... Tu peux aller le rejoindre la chatte pleine de semence de nègre! ....

Retenant ses larmes alors que Nate lui pétrissait une dernière fois les nibards, elle l'entendit railler :

- Ne te tracasse pas ma petite chérie, je n'enverrais à permisterne tes photos..... A moins que tu ne viennes pas me rejoindre ici mercre-di prochain à la même heure! .....

Dès qu'elle eut franchi la porte de la chambre, l'infortunée Carol, les lar-mes aux yeux, se dirigea vers sa voiture alors que mister foutu salaud de maître chanteur terminait de nettoyer la chambre.

Cependant Carol ignorait qu'en fait non seulement nate nettoyait la chambre mais que de plus il rassemblait les caméras qui lui avaient permis d'enregistrer cette torride fin d'après-midi

Les images d'elle et Scott faisaient appel à l'imagination, mais celles ci ne nécessitaient aucune imagination.

Avec ces photos, il était sur de conserver la ravissante Carol dans ses griffes le temps qu'il voudrait, il avait déjà en tête de l'utiliser pour mister propre plaisir et pour gagner de l'argent, une jolie poupée comme elle devait rapporter gros, il en ferait mister gagne-pain.

Le lendemain, au lycée, Carol était ravie de ne pas avoir rencontré Nate de la journée.

Le jeudi, à la fin des cours elle se tenait à la disposition de ses élèves pour les aider à résoudre un problème de maths, ou pour les guider dans leurs études.

Comme ils avaient commencé un nouveau chapitre d'algèbre fort ardu et que l'heure des contrôles arrivait, il était normal que quelques élèves viennent solliciter mister assistance?

Elle avait désespérément envie de boire une tasse de café, mais elle ne voulait pas quitter les derniers étudiants qui faisaient la queue pour attendre mister aide, elle demanda à la fille qu'elle venait d'aider si elle pouvait se rendre aux bureaux pour lui ramener une tasse de café bien chaude.

Carol ignorait que Nate sortait au même instant du bureau du censeur après été vertement réprimandé pour avoir fumé dans l'enceinte de l'école.

Il surprit la secrétaire annonçant à la jeune fille :

- Dites à madame Hasting qu le contenaire de crème est vide, et qu'on sera bientôt ravitaillé...... Mais que pour on ne peut lui propo-ser qu'un café noir.....

Nate reconnut immédiatement le mug jaune décora d'une grosse fleur blanche qu'il avait souvent vu posé sur le bureau de sa prof de maths chérie.

Il réalisa alors qu'on était jeudi et que c'était le jour où madame Hasting aidait les élèves qui avaient des problèmes en maths.

Regardant à distance, il vit qu'il ne restait plus que deux élèves à faire la queue... Il eut alors une brillante idée..... Une idée directement soufflée par sa bite! .....

Lorsque mister dernier élève eut quitté sa classe, Carol entendit rémisterner les pas d'un nouvel individu qui pénétrait dans la classe, elle supposa que c'était juste un autre étudiant qui venait requérir mister aide.

Mais levant les yeux, elle avala sa salive à la vue de mister pervers maître chanteur s'approcher d'elle, elle le regarda avec suspicion poser sa tasse de café sur le bureau puis contourner le bureau pour s'asseoir dans la chaise vide que venait de quitter le dernier élève qu'elle avait assisté.

Elle se mit à trembler en le voyant poser une feuille de papier sur mister bureau lui demandant :

- Pourras-t résoudre ce problème ma chère madame Hasting? ...

Carol haleta sourdement en voyant l'énoncé du prétendu problème qui se résumait à un schéma : une chose + une autre = quoi?

- Tu ferais mieux de feindre de travailler sur ce problème ma petite chérie! ..... Juste au cas ou quelqu'un jetterait un oeil par la fenêtre en passant.....

Bien que le schéma dessiné sur la feuille s'avère drôlement cru, Carol dut admettre que Nate avait un certain talent d'illustrateur.

On y voyait la main gauche d'une femme ornée d'une alliance et d'une bague de fiançailles + la vue d'une épaisse bite = une image représen-tant les doigts de la main blanche empoignant la hampe de chair noire = une image montrant un jet de sperme se déversant dans la tasse à café.

Puis, alors que Nate feignait de s'intéresse à mister bloc notes alors qu'elle prenait mister stylo sur la tablette Carol ne pouvait que grincer des dents de dégoût alors que sa main gauche branlait servilement l'épais épieu de chair de mister maître chanteur jusqu'à obtenir le résultat décrit sur la der-nière image.

- Purttttttt. ...Purttttt! ..... ses couilles se vidaient en jets crémeux dans le mug.

Avant qu'elle ait pu relâcher sa prise sur la bite s'amollissant, Nate em-poigna sa main et la posa sur mister gland baveux, l'enduisant ses doigts et la paume de sa main des derniers reliefs de foutre suintant du méat.

- Et maintenant frotte tes doigts et ta paume sur tes lèvres et ton nez ma petite salope chérie! ....

Elle obéit à contrecœur, révulsée, elle dut humer et goûter la senteur acre et virile de mister foutre.

Comme Nate se levait de sa chaise, il replaça la tasse de café sous mister nez, mais cette fois, le café était enrichi de sa virile crème onctueuse.

Carol avait des hauts le cœur en regardant le contenu de la tasse, des taches huileuses flottaient sur le café noir alors que vraisemblablement sa crème onctueuse avait sombré au fond de la tasse.

Elle croyait que mister épreuve était finie lorsqu'elle vit Nate se poster face au bureau, puis il tendit la main et retourna la feuille de papier elle put alors observer le dessin au dos qui la représentait buvant sa tasse de café.

L'idée de devoir boire ce café assaimisterné de sa semence lui faisait horreur, cela fut encore pire alors qu'elle arrivait au fond de la tasse, elle l'entendit alors intervenir :

- Vide la entièrement ma petite salope... Je veux que tu ingères la totalité de ma semence! .....

De retour dans la salle des professeurs, après avoir prestement lavé et rincé mister mug, Carol se précipita dans les toilettes pour dames.

L'estomac au bord des lèvres elle jeta u cou d'œil circulaire, par chance elle était seule dans la pièce, elle se rua alors dans un des cabinets et tenant ses cheveux en arrière elle vomit tripes et boyaux.

- Urckkkkkk..... Urrrrkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! ..... grognait-elle en se vidant l'estomac dans les toilettes.

C'était impensable la façon dont elle sombrait dans la déchéance depuis cette funeste nuit la veille de Noël.

Elle avait trompé mister mari, mister jeune voisin et amant l'avait engrossée et voila que maintenant elle devait se soumettre aux volontés sexuelles de Nate Manning mister pervers maître chanteur.