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"I-I remembered. B-But as I was saying, I accept his
conditions on our sex life. He and his friends are after
all keeping you happier than I-I ever could."
"They sure are darling."
"A-and I've come to the conclusion he's not ready to
move my desk out of t-the men's room yet."
"No, he's not honey. It may be a while." She added
matter-of-factly.
"B-But do y-you think he'd find someone else to do the
office cleaning? Being new, I-I didn't mind helping out
for a while. I accepted his explanation that it was a
small company and that we all had to do a little extra to
keep the ship afloat. B-But Paula, I've been doing this
for over three months now. I'm working 10 to 12 hours a
day, not to mention when he wants me to go in on Saturday
or Sunday and shampoo the entire office carpet and strip
off the old and put down new wax in the entry ways and
halls. It-it's just too much dear. Could - could you
please put in a-a word for me so-so ..."
"No honey, you should talk to him about that. Are you
scared?"
"W-W-Well no, b-but y-you two g-get a-along so well,
I-I thought you c-could ."
"Just because he's fucking me, your wife, is no reamister
for you to be afraid of discussing such things with him.
Ask him, he may let you off the office cleaning detail in a
year or two."
"A-A year? That . that long?"
"At the earliest . you know depending on how your
first annual job evaluation goes. But I must tell you
honey, you do a great job on keeping the rest rooms and
toilets sparkling. Everyone in the office compliments you
on that. The maintenance company that serviced us before
you were hired, had six people working at night and didn't
come close to the super job you're doing."
"Six workers? A maintenance company?". I said
looking at her wide eyed.
"Honey, he likes the idea of you doing that kind of
work, especially while he and I are out dining or partying
it up or somewhere screwing. And you're good at it too."
"I-I guess I-I'll discuss it - it with him when I-I
can catch him at -at a good time." I replied stammering
and feeling dejected.
"You do that dear." My wife said cheerfully. "Now
lets get some relax, we've got to go to work tomorrow."
She said as she cuddled up closer to me.
We were both getting relaxy, so this phase of our
conversation seemed a natural conclusion point.
As I drifted off to relax, I thought about how I
started to bring up the issue of my paycheck, but decided
to leave well enough alone for now. I was still getting
$30 a week "allowance" from my wife, while my check went
into her bank account. For all the work I was doing, both
for my regular job and the custodial duties, for the $30 a
week, or $5/day, the money I was actually getting my hands
on came to 50 Cents/hour on my short days and other times
about 40 Cents/hour.
I knew my wife had picked up that I was intimidated by
Joe Benmister. I knew it would take me time to work up
enough nerve to ask him for relief from my "extra duties".
For now, I resigned myself to the reality of things. It
went without saying that it was clear now that Joe was the
man in charge and that my role was pretty much that of the
clean up man, both at work and at home. A role that my wife
enjoyed seeing me in and one that boosted her lovers egos.

CHAPTER 10: REARRANGING MY OFFICE

It had been a week since Joe Benmister, the president had
demonstrated to me that my wife was truly his whore.
It was Monday morning and I was just about to enter my
restroom office when a workman with a drill came out.
As I went in, I assumed he was just doing some normal
repair work.
When I entered, all I could do was stand there and
look at what had been done.
I was so upset I called Paula and told her I had to
leave. The stress was now just too much. She hung up and
walked over.
I think it all looks great honey. What's the
problem?"
"P-Paula, I, . er, mean Ms. Morris. If-if you really
love me, h-how can you let him continue to - to do t-this
to me? I-I want out of this room. I-I feel so degraded
and put down. Please ask him to move me. I-I know he'll
listen at you."
"Peter I do love you, it's just that it gives me so
much pleasure to have you in such positions as you're
complaining about."
"Y-You mean humiliated don't you. Y-You like seeing
me-me s-shamed and degraded horribly." I said in a broken
voice.
"No darling, I want to see how unselfish you are. To
see how far you will go to prove your love to me since you
can't do it in a more manly fashion like Joe or Jim or the
other black men, that is with their robust cocks."
"Paula, uh, Ms. Morris, . I-I'm sorry I-I can't give
."
"And that's another thing, always saying you're
sorry!. Well you are a sorry excuse for a man. A real man
doesn't offer excuses, his actions speaks for themselves.
Since you don't have prick power to show your love, you
should leave that to more capable men and do what else you
do best to please the woman you claim you love."
"Oh I do love you. I'm doing the best I can. Just
tell me what more is expected of me?" I asked
pathetically.
"For one thing, stop whining about your desk being in
the john. Joe wants you in here. It's a boost for his
ego. If he has a healthy ego about his masculinity, guess
what, he screws me better. Hence by pleasing his ego,
you're taking action to give your wife something you can't.
See where I'm coming from Peter."
"I-I see. I-I never thought about it l-like that." I
said meekly, but still trying to understand her involved
reamistering, which made sense except I knew something was
wrong somewhere.
"And also, I want you to be right here so you can be
reminded each time they go to the urinal. You can look
over and see what a real man has between his legs."
"It-It was you who had ..."
"Yes, it was me that had your desk moved closer to
them and bolted to the floor, and the mirrors put up. I
want you to have a good look each time one of the men come
in here. I want you to view what makes me happy honey. I
want you to get over any residual shame or shyness of
knowing that I adore and need big black dicks. Understand
darling?" She held my chin and looked me deep in the eyes
with her soft eyes.
Even though less than happy, I was terrified of that
look and strangely I felt my prick erecting.
"Y-yes I-I understand." I replied softly
"And honey, I know it's difficult for you doing this
transition period. That is, being man enough to accept
responsibility for your shortcomings by doing other things
to compensate for them. But the sooner you firmly accept
your new role, and adapt, the easier it will be for you.
Take for instance, if Joe sends you to find me and tells
you, to tell me, he needs to fuck me, the sooner you see
this as a routine thing. Therefore you will have less
emotional difficulty. The same goes for when he calls you
in later to clean up the mess he's made between my legs.
Sure, the others in the office might still look at you
funny for a while, even after all this time you've been
here, or even laugh and call you a fool occasionally But
you'll know deep down that you are doing what needs to be
done to show your love and keep our marriage intact. It is
the right thing for you to be a willing, eager and
supportive cuckold. Understand?"
I slowly nodded acceptance of what she said.
"Good, I'm glad we had this little chat. And dear I
want you to repeat to your self just what I told you about
being a cuckold. Remember there is no shame in being a
faithful cuckold to a wife that others might call a slut."
She said as she kissed me on the lips, letting me know how
much she loves seeing me ready to show her just how manly
I'm going to be for her.
I promised to not let her down, even though I would be
lowering myself into the pit of offense. She was so
beautiful at that moment she had gotten me to commit to
being her total fool.

EPILOGUE:

Like my wife said, I did get more acclimated and use
to being humiliated and accepting my place as her wimpy
cuckold husband.
As usual, each day after work, I become the office
janitor, keeping the place spotless and cleaning all six
toilets such that they shine. The big Black lady that
comes by to supervise and check my work periodically, a
cousin of Joe Benmister, rewards me for a job well done by
having me eat her big black pussy. I don't have much
choice as she can give me demerits which will affect my job
rating if I don't cooperate. Occasionally, her boyfriend
drops by and fucks her some nights while I'm cleaning up.
He shoots jism like a horse. She even had me milk his
giant dick a time or two. Hence, I go home extra full of
spunk sometimes. Only to usually having to suck up more
from my wife's cunt when I get there.
I've got quite use to "my office". With the extra
mirrors my wife had put in, no matter where I turn, I can
catch a glimpse of the men's big dicks as they use the
urinals. She was right, seeing their big black cocks is a
constant reminder of my shortcomings and helps me to be
more accepting of my role of an understanding cuckold for
her and her black lovers.
Additionally, the men in the office had a staff
meeting and voted more duties for me as part of my restroom
attendant duties. When the elaborate and colorful sign was
put up, Joe Benmister handed me an updated job description
with the new additional duty on it. I could only look at
him with an incredulous look as I almost fainted back into
my chair. The sign read "ATTENDANT WILL SHAKE AND STROKE
DROPS FROM YOUR PENIS WHEN YOU ARE THROUGH AT URINAL, JUST
ASK!" This has made me even more friendly with the men co-
workers. Sometimes, my touching and shaking causes them to
get an erection. They often blame me and demand that I
suck them off. I have no choice, as my job description
requires I do so if they get a hard-on. I really think
it's unfair I have to Fellate them and swallow all their
hot sticky gooey jism. You see the job description says I
can't release their penises until they tell me when to stop
shaking and stroking them. I contend that one, at maximum,
three shakes is all that's required, with no stroking. By
doing so, accidental erections would be minimized or
eliminated. I wanted my job description changed to reflect
this since Joe denied my request to eliminate the duty
altogether.
Many of the men have me shake and then stroke them
until they get rock hard. They then order me to my knees
to mouth them. It's so frustrating to be trying to do your
work and having to stop and attend to the men as they visit
the urinals and request a shake. Just having to shake urine
drops off is time consuming enough, but blow jobs are even
more time consuming. The worse part is that if a man walks
in and sees me on my knees Fellating one man who
"accidentally" got an erection, then sometimes the new
visitor will get aroused after using the urinal. Even
though he might've already shook himself, and is fully
erect, he's still entitled to a shake with my hands. And
the minute I touch him, I'm required to suck and swallow
for him if he demands it.
I finally got up enough courage to talk to Joe Benmister
about it. He said I had a good point and put it on the
staff meeting agenda. I was so embarrassed when he turned
the floor over to me, amongst the low level of giggles and
snickering. But I gathered the courage to do so. After
presenting my case as to why it was unfair and asked for
the duty to be rescinded by the office staff, Joe asked me
how could I know how long I needed to shake and stroke
without relying on the owner of the penis to tell me all
the pee was out of their big long cocks. I was at a loss
for words and looked like a fool standing there silent. I
knew he had me. My cock handling duty remained, as my
motion to rescind was soundly defeated amongst a chorus of
laughter. I felt so small and put down. You just don't
know how it feels to be set up and humiliated, especially
by the man that's fucking your wife and whom she calls her
real man.


THE END

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jacquie


I had met you, Ronnie, in the office and, while you were getting
coffee, I had a quick look in your diary and was not really
surprised to find references to a whole new permisterality.
You seemed to have a feminine side which you referred to as
'Jacquie'. I smiled to myself. With your delicate build and
features you looked as much a 'Jacquie' as a Ronnie!!! When you
returned I greeted you as Jacquie and you paled with shock. You
were so frightened of your secret getting out that you agreed to
do anything I demanded.
I thought that dinner at your house would be nice for a start. I
wondered what your wife Kathy would think of Jacquie. I told you
to ring her and to tell her that I was coming for dinner and that,
whether or not she usually wore obviously sexy clothes she was to
be sure to dress up. I told you that I would be exploring the
relationship between your wife and yourself in some detail and
that I would feel free to do or ask anything to either of
them that I liked, I knew that I had you, as you were so afraid of
exposure that you would agree to anything.

To press home my advantage I asked you to describe your wife's
tits and cunt to me in absolute detail so that I could imagine
them if I shut my eyes. You shuddered but in a halting voice did
as I asked, "My wife has a nice cunt. It is very well shaped and
always smells clean for me. It has a thick bush which she
usually allows to grow without much trimming. It is quick to
get wet and has a nice taste"

I smiled and pressed you further, "And your pretty wife's tits,
what about those?"

You blushed and looked at your feet before muttering, "She has 36C
breasts with big nipples."

I just looked at you and laughed scornfully, dismissing you.

I arrive at your house in good time for dinner. Ronnie/Jacquie
opens the door apprehensively. You are very scared as I enter your
house, knowing that I am attracted to your wife and also knowing
that I can have her any time I want and that you cannot stop me.
The thought thrills you but also strangely excites you. You are
dressed casually in an open-necked shirt and slacks. I enter the
hall and to let you know immediately how the evening is going to
go I cup your balls and, smiling into your terrified but
reluctantly excited eyes, slowly and luxuriously feel you up.
Your little prick hardens under my caress and I begin to gently
wank you. You begin to pant gently and I slip a finger between
your cute red lips and make you suck it in your own hall as I play
with your little prick.

"Now, Jacquie," I say maliciously, "take me in and introduce me to
your pretty little wife. I can't wait to get to know her better."

I release your prick and withdraw my finger from between your
lips. My attentions have left you very pale and breathing heavily.
I smile at you and go in and allow you to nervously introduce me
to your young wife. I look her over from head to foot assimilating
her clothes and imagining her sexy underwear. You know that Kathy
is wet right now with the attention I am giving her. I look at her
prominent tits which are, to your eyes nice and firm and seem even
perkier than normal. You can tell that her nipples are hard.

Following my instructions you had to ask her to dress very sexy
today for my visit and despite herself, the thought turned her on.
She never said a word but you can tell that she is excited by the
way she smells, by the hardness of her nipples and the extra sway
of her hips as she walks. You can actually smell her cunt.
Putting all that together you know that Kathy is extremely
excited. You know that your wife is excited at the thought of a
dominant sexy man in the house after living with a submissive
sissy over whom she has easy control.

I had ordered you to tell her to pick out something sexy and she
has chosen an incredibly tight and short little black spandex
miniskirt which moulds perfectly to her ass.

She is wearing no panties, just a pair of black seamed stockings
and black garters. Her heels are spiked and at least four inches
high. Her toes are painted a deep red and they stick out of her
open-toed high-heeled shoes showing even through the black
stockings.

She is wearing a white sheer tube top which does nothing to hide
her breasts. It is as if they are on display. Her big firm tits
are outlined perfectly and her nipples are clearly visible through
the sheer flimsy fabric.

She is wearing very hot red lipstick to match her toenails and her
fingernails are painted that same blazing colour. Her pouty lips
are quivering slightly in excitement as she keeps her eyes fixed
on me. It is clear that I am running the show and she defers to
me without a thought for you, her husband.

I take her hand but instead of shaking it I pull her to me and
give her at first a gentle and then a demanding kiss. She tries to
escape and I hear you gasp in protest. I look at you over her
shoulder without releasing your wife's lips and that one look
compels your silent acquiescence of my worrying your younghood
sweetheart. I press gently until her lips reluctantly open under
mine and I slowly and comprehensively ravish her sweet young
mouth, slipping one hand down on to her bottom and moulding her
full buttock in front to of your eyes. I play with her for as long
as I feel like and then suddenly release her and step back. She
stands gasping, pale and trembling.

After I have kissed her she is surprised and confused about what
to do. Her
eyes meet yours for a moment and then I look at you as well,
saying "Jacquie, get me a take and fix yourself one as well. You
will have a pink lady. I think I remember reading in your diary
about how you like those, didn't I? Oh, and slip into something a
bit more comfortable. Why not put on the little peach outfit you
keep hidden behind the loose board in the reading room? Hurry
back Jacquie, I will be getting to know Kathy while you are gone."

You look at me hoping for mercy, wanting to crawl under a rock but
there is no escape. You am trapped and you know it. As you turn
to go into the kitchen you see me grope Kathy's ass as she walks
ahead of me. She shudders and tries to move away but my hands
roams over her ass despite her feeble protests. You hear me
talking to her but can't quite make out the words. You listen
tensely for a moment from the other room until you hear me say,

"Jacquie, are you dressed yet?"

You know that I was aware of your lingering and you hustle to get
the takes and change. When you return you are carrying your
sissy take and my manly take and you are wearing a peach baby
doll nighty and panties. Kathy is shocked at your appearance but
I don't giver her a chance to think. I tell her that she and I
are going out dancing.

You protest and I punch you in the stomach. As you are bent over
and gasping for breath I take a pair of cuffs out of my briefcase
and put your hands through the wooden arm on your heavy mahogany
couch. I then cuff you to it. You are unable to move the heavy
couch and are powerd to remain on your knees. I tell Kathy to
remove my pants and she stares at you and then at me, wondering
what to do. I tell her that things will go easier on you if she
does. She still hesitates and so slap your face relatively gently
a few times. You whimper and begin to cry. Kathy falls to her
knees and takes off my pants. My cock is huge and is nicely
outlined in my briefs. I have her remove my briefs and she slides
them off slowly and reluctantly. My cock sticks out towards her
and nearly pokes her in the face. I tell Kathy to bring one of
your credit cards because the night is going to be on Jacquie and
she leaves the room to look for it without comment.

While Kathy is out of the room looking for the credit card I cross
to the settee and sit down beside you with a nasty smile. You look
up at me with fear in your eyes. Although you are kneeling
uncomfortably with your hands handcuffed through the mahogany arm
of the settee you can still move a little. I am naked below the
waist with my briefs on the floor beside me.

"Spread your legs," I order brusquely.

You are so frightened that you do not hesitate but separate your
thighs until you are kneeling on widely spread thighs. As I look
into your eyes I reach down and cup your balls, squeezing until
you gasp with pain. I can see the tears of anguish gathering in
the corners of your cloudy eyes. I smile down at my pretty little
captive and you look up fearfully. My smile becomes a little
nastier as I caress your balls, moving up to your little prick
which, despite yourself has stiffened under my attention. As I
grin down at you I begin to steadily wank you, playing with your
reluctant body and enjoying your fear. I continue to wank you
until you begin to gasp and then I slow up. Stimulating you has
made my prick begin to stiffen and it is now semi-hard.

"Open your cocksucking lips, sissy," I order bluntly.

You shake your head in horror but without hesitating I slap you
hard across the face with my open hand. You begin to cry quietly.

"Now, open your lips or I will really hurt you," I say with some
menace.

Despite yourself, your cute red lips reluctantly open and I feed
my half-stiff prick between them and into the reluctantly
welcoming warmth of your mouth.

"Now, get sucking and do it properly if you don't want to get
hurt," I say and you begin to reluctantly suck me off.

My prick rapidly hardens under your attention and, putting one
hand at the back of your head and using it to control you, I begin
to slowly and deliberately fuck your mouth at the same time
reaching for your stiff little prick and starting to wank you
again. I know that Kathy will be down soon and I make no effort to
prolong matters but steadily speed up until your gasping breath
around my prick tells me that you have cum in your panties. My
prick is now stiff between your soft wet lips and the regular
sucking together with the brushing of the tip of my stiff organ on
your palate rapidly brings me on. I can feel the pressure building
in my balls and I make no attempt to hold back my ejaculation.
Your eyes widen as you feel the spasm in my prick but I hold your
head firmly fixing your reluctant lips around my prick as I begin
to cum in your mouth. I enjoy the fear in your wide eyes as I
watch your throat jerking convulsively as you swallow my cum. My
prick begins to soften and I slowly withdraw it smiling down at
you as I do so.

"Did you enjoy that, you little cocksucker?" I ask maliciously?
You continue to gulp, trying to swallow my cum but a thin trickle
of white runs from the corner of your mouth and is the first thing
Kathy sees as she hurries in with your credit card.

"Oh, my God!!" she gasps, looking at your blushing face.

"Come over here and pick up my briefs," I order her and she tip-
taps over on her high heels her cute bottom twitching from side to
side sexily as she walks bending to pick up my underwear in her
little hand. I watch with pleasure as the curves of her young body
strain the fabric of the rather inadequate sexy slutty clothes I
have powerd her to wear.

Her eyes are wide as she wonders what is going to happen. I tell
me to open your mouth but you do not. I slap you across the face
with my open hand and I begin to whimper again. This time when I
tell me to open your mouth you do immediately. I look at Kathy,
"Now, darling," I say nastily, "push my shorts into your husband's
mouth. If you don't I will really hurt him"

With a look of repugnance on her face she powers my underwear into
your mouth and I then put a piece of tape over your lips. My
underwear is trapped and held in your mouth.

It smells masculine and tastes cottony in your mouth. You gag a
bit and then begin to get used to it. I look with pleasure at it
bulging your cheeks and I enjoy the fear in your staring eyes. I
slip my trousers on and take the credit card from Kathy. I spin
her so that she is in my arms with her back against me and I slip
my hands under her arms and cup her full breasts through her thin
tube-top. I can sense her reluctance at allowing herself to be
worryed in front of her helpless husband but I can also smell her
excitement. As I casually feel your wife's pretty tits I look down
at you, still with a trail of my cum running down your chin.

"Don't expect Kathy and I back for a while, sissy," I say with a
smile as I squeeze and mould the firm flesh of your wife's tits,
"we may go on to a club after dinner and dancing.

We will see you later."

As the door shuts you kneel in your panties with my underwear
bunched up in your mouth and my cum running down your chin
wondering what the two of us will do while we are out and what
will happen when we return.

Several hours later in the early hours of the morning you hear the
front door open. You are very stiff as you have been held in such
an uncomfortable position for so long. You look anxiously at the
dining room door hearing noises in the hall. You can hear your
wife's quiet voice apparently pleading and you wonder with sick
anxiety what is being done to her, what is happening. At last the
door opens and your pretty young wife enters, partly supported by
me. I lead her to the settee and gently sit her down beside you.
As I walk her across the room my hand is under her arm and I am
holding her by the breast which I give a little squeeze as I see
you watching us. You can tell, just by looking at Kathy, that she
is slightly takes.

I lean down and with a sharp tug, rip the tape from your mouth and
watch with amusement as you use your cuffed hands to pull my
underwear from your mouth.

I hear you give a big sigh of relief.

"Well, sissy," I smile, "have you enjoyed your evening?"

You look up at me with hatred in your eyes but do not answer. I
gently but firmly slap you across the face and the noise of the
slap in the quiet room makes Kathy jump. The red marks of my
fingers stand out on your pale cheek.

"You are really going to have to learn to be polite, you know," I
say pleasantly.

"It has been a horrible evening," you burst out with tears in your
eyes, " I have been so uncomfortable and I have been scared about
what you were doing to my wife."

I look down at you and laugh. Kathy is sitting on the settee
beside you with her head back and her eyes closed. Her make-up is
slightly smeared and she looks well-used.

Her tube-top has crumpled until it is high on her stomach rolled
just below her full firm breasts, the nipples of which are
prominent through the material and her short spandex miniskirt is
now even shorter as it has ridden up on her thighs as she sits
carelessly beside you, her thighs splayed. There is a run in one
of her stockings.

I release you from the handcuffs and allow you to stand and
stretch as I sit down on the settee beside your wife. I make you
stand in front of us in your nightie and soiled panties as I lie
back and look up at you. I can see you trembling and your eyes
widen as I casually put my hand on the inside of your wife's
nearer thigh will above her knee at the level of the top of her
stocking. My thumb is just below her cunt and I begin to slowly
caress her thigh as I talk to you. Kathy gives a sigh and wakes
from the slight doze she had fallen into when I put her on the
settee.

She looks a little startled to see you standing in front of us and
flushes a little as she looks down helplessly to see my hand
caressing her under her skirt. She reaches down and grasps my
wrist to try to move my hand but I pinch the soft flesh of her
inner thigh between thumb and forefinger and twist it warningly.
She gasps loudly in pain and her hand drops nervelessly from my
wrist to lie beside her on the settee. I see you stiffen and I
grin up at you as I go back to caressing your wife's sexy thigh
right in front of you.

"Go and make us some coffee, sissy, your wife needs to sober up a
bit" I order, "and then come back and stand in front of us. While
we take it, Kathy can be telling you what she has been getting up
to this evening."

You don't even bother to argue but leave the room with dragging
steps on your way to the kitchen. I watch you go with a smile and
then turn with relish to your slightly-tipsy wife sprawled on the
settee beside me. I know, because I have planned it, that she is
just takes enough to have blunted all her inhibitions but not so
far gone as to dull her reactions. I tilt her chin up, turning her
head towards me and look into her misty eyes.

"Come on, wake up Kathy," I say with some authority, "your husband
has gone to make the coffee. I want you alert by the time he gets
back."

There was very little response so, sighing, I slip my arm round
the back of her neck and down the top of her tight tube-top. I
squeeze the flesh of her breast tightly before slipping my thumb
and forefinger down the smooth slopes of her tit to the nipple
which I grasp between thumb and forefinger and begin to twist. She
gasps with pain and her blue eyes clear and look with shock back
in to mine.

"Now concentrate!!" I snap.

This is the sight that greets you as you come back into the room
carrying a tray with our coffee. I laugh as I look at you,

"Just look at your husband Kathy," I say with a smile, "dressed in
his cute nightie and serving us. Don't you think he makes a pretty
little maid?"

"Listen to me sissy," I begin, "you have some hard lesmisters to
learn. As a sissy you are totally subservient to and will obey the
orders of your Master and from now on of your wife as well. You
need to develop and nurture the trait of absolute obedience if you
hope to survive. Your function as a sissy is not to question
orders, not even to think, but to obey immediately without
question at all times. I think that it is time that you learned
that lesmister."

I stand up and take off my leather belt. I can see you watching me
fearfully. Reaching down I wind my fingers in your soft effeminate
hair and pull you across the arm of the settee. You do not really
resist or struggle as you are taken too much by surprise but your
flailing arm knocks over the small coffee table and my coffee cup
and brandy glass fall, spilling their contents and staining your
nice light carpet. I fold my belt in two making it a convenient
length and raise your nightie baring your pantie-clad arse. I can
feel you trembling as you look almost unseeingly at the stains on
the carpet which appear to have become the centre of your
universe. I glance at Kathy who is watching seeming rather more
disgusted by your sissy behaviour and lack of fight than worried
about you.

"This is how I deal with disobedient sissy-sluts Kathy," I say.

I begin to thrash the trembling plump white arse so inadequately
concealed by the flimsy panties, spread out over the arm of the
settee. I start relatively gently taking care not to land too many
stokes in the same place and as your arse reddens under the thin
nylon I begin to increase the power. At first you begin to wriggle
gasping with each stroke but I hold you firmly with my fingers
twisted in your hair. Your arse begins to be more clearly marked
by the strokes of the leather belt and your gasps become wordless
moans as I continue your punishment. I increase the power of my
stroke more and you begin to emit wordless screams as each blow
lands. I vary my target, thrashing the tops of your plump thighs
as well as your now fiery arse. You are screaming loudly now and I
feel that you have had about as much as you can take and that your
resistance is really at an end. I let go of your hair and push you
to your feet. You stand in front of me on wobbly legs with tears
ran down your face from puffed up eyes. You are crying like a girl
and I glance at Kathy to see her looking at you with the disgust
even more clear in her eyes.

"Well, cocksucker," I say conversationally, looking up at your
trembling form, "have you learned your lesmister?"

You cannot get the words out as you are sobbing too much but you
hesitantly nod your head. I slip my hand between your wife's
thighs again and begin to deeply finger-fuck her, brushing her
clitoris with my thumb and making her hips twitch. It is clear the
watching you being thrashed has turned her on more than a little.
When my fingers are thoroughly coated with cum I gently pull them
from your wife's twitching grasping cunt and look at you.

"Now, Jacquie, open your mouth and suck the cum off my fingers
like a good little girl," I order.

Stomach churning with shame and defeat you know that you have no
alternative and you slowly open you mouth accepting my slimy
fingers. I slowly and deeply fuck your mouth with my fingers,
enjoying the sight of your red lips wrapped around them. Coated
by cum your red lips look as though they have has shiny lip-gloss
applied to them. I smile down at you as I draw my clean fingers
from your relieved mouth. Your relief is to be short-lived.

"Now, sissy, I want you to eat the cum from your wife's cunt while
she tells you about our night out on the town." I say.

You look at me helplessly and I hear Kathy gasp but you are
totally defeated now with no initiative left. You shuffle forward
on your knees between your wife's thighs and bend forward to begin
your task. The incredibly powerful aroma of stale cum makes your
eyes water as your face nears your wife's cum-filled cunt and you
hesitate. I lose patience with you and, winding my fingers in your
hair again, pulling your head forward and pressing your face hard
into your wife's hairy cunt. Your face is quickly covered with cum
and you begin to lick your wife out. I release your hair and you
carry on, not daring to hesitate. I look down at you seeing your
frightened eyes glance up to mine without taking your mouth from
your wife's wet slit.

"Now you little girlie cocksucker," I say, "just keep licking your
wife out and listen to her.

Don't stop or the thrashing you have just had will be nothing to
the one you will get."

I see the fear in your eyes and I turn to Kathy. Her hips are
twitching a little under the stimulus of your lips and she looks
back at me.

"Get on with it, darling," I say to her, "tell your husband about
our evening. Her hands are grasping the cushions of the settee and
her hips are twitching under the sensations arising from the
comprehensive licking out of her cunt and she begins to talk in a
breathy excited almost teenage voice. As I listen I get up and go
and pour myself another large brandy to replace the one that had
been spilt. I look with pleasure at the tableau in front of me. A
young wife dressed like a whore, lying with her thighs spread at
my orders for her husband, dressed in a cum-stained nightdress and
panties to lick out another man's cum from her well-used young
cunt. I smile with satisfaction as I listen to Kathy. She begins
hesitantly but gradually becomes more fluent as she gains
confidence keeping her eyes fixed on yours.

"We went to a dance club in a taxi," she begins, "as soon as we
got in the taxi, he put his arm round me and began to feel me up.
His hands were all over my breasts. I could see the driver
watching us in the mirror and I was so ashamed but I couldn't stop
him. The driver spent more time watching us than he did the road
and several times I thought that we would crash. I was getting
very scared. Then, just as I thought things couldn't get any
worse, he lowered my top so that the driver could see my breasts.
He felt them for a moment and then made me open my legs. I tried
not to but he put his hands on my knees and opened my legs wide
spreading my thighs and making my skirt ride right up. I knew then
that the driver could see my sex."

I gave her nipple a squeeze and she paused and looked at me.

"Not your 'sex', your cunt darling," I smiled.

"My cunt," Kathy repeated obediently, "I knew that the driver
could see my cunt. When we got to the dance club we didn't get out
of the taxi straight away. He paid the driver and said that if he
wanted his tip he should come in the back, which he did.

I was still sitting with my legs apart showing my breasts because
he would not let me move. The taxi driver was looking at my
breasts and he said to the driver that for a tip he could feel
me up. I couldn't believe it! Nothing like this had ever happened
to me before. The taxi-driver was about fifty and not particularly
clean looking. I could smell the body odour off him in the
confined space of the car. He got out of the cab and left me for
a few minutes with the taxi-driver who began to feel my breasts.

He squeezed and hurt them, pulling on the nipples. He tried to
feel my cunt but I closed my legs and wouldn't let him. I wouldn't
let him kiss me either. We heard a tap on the window at last to my
relief and I scramred out pulling up my top and straightening my
skirt. I thought that it was over and I couldn't believe it when I
heard him say to the taxi-driver, "If you come back in four hours
you can pick us up and there may be a bigger tip in it for you!"

Then he made me kiss the taxi-driver to thank him for feeling me.
I felt his smelly tongue in my mouth and I was nearly sick but I
just had to stand there outside the dance club and let him kiss me
in front of everyone for as long as he liked. To make it worse, as
he kissed me he felt my breasts through my top and I could see
everyone watching and laughing."

I watch Kathy closely as she tells this part of the story and I
can see that she is excited.

A combination of remembering what I had made her do and the
stimulation of your mouth on her cunt is working her up. Her hips
twitch more and more and I watch with amusement as, without my
touching her, she cums in a body-wracking orgasm clamping her
thighs tightly around your neck and powering your face and lips
even harder into her wet slit. I let her recover herself and
without my prompting her she takes a deep shuddering breath and
relaxes her thighs. She wipes the perspiration from her forehead
and begins to speak again in her breathy excited voice. I take a
sip of brandy, watching the two of you with amusement.

"He gave your credit card to the barman and told him to keep it
till the end of the evening to buy us any takes that we wanted
then he took me on to the dance floor. He began to dance closely
to me and I could feel his big hard prick against my thighs. He
didn't care who saw us but in full view of everyone he felt my
breasts and then put his hand behind me and felt my bottom at
first through my skirt but then he lifted my skirt and put his
hand between my legs from the back. I could see a couple of men
grinning and watching us and I knew that he was displaying me to
them, I was so ashamed and felt completely helpless. I really
couldn't help it. There was nothing I could do."

She pauses miserably. I smile at her and tweak her nipple.

"Come on, Kathy darling, get on with it. Jacquie can't wait to
hear what happened next!" I say with a smile looking down into
your wide tear-filled eyes and continuing to caress her nipple as
she begins to talk again.

"When he had showed me off to everyone he moved me to a quieter
darker area near a wall and made me open his zipper and take his
prick out. He made me give him a wank there in the club in public
and then slowly danced me to the wall and, lifting my skirt, slid
his stiff prick up me. He fucked me there in public in the club. I
didn't think anyone could see but I was horrified to see the two
men who had looked at me before were watching us again and
grinning. In spite of the subdued light they could see quite
clearly that I was being fucked.

I couldn't help myself and even though I was being watched the
feeling of a big stiff prick in my cunt, so unlike your little
prick, and feeling so humiliated at being fucked in public without
being able to do anything about it was so exciting that I came
almost immediately. He didn't stop fucking me though and I came in
a couple of really big orgasms like I never have with you.. Then I
felt his prick stiffen and I felt the cum in my cunt and I knew
that he had come inside me without wearing any protection. When he
pulled his prick out of me he didn't even kiss me. He just looked
at me.

I said to him,

"Please let me go to the toilet to clean myself up. I am in a
fertile period and not on birth control. I don't want to get
pregnant."

But he just laughed and wouldn't let me. He said to me, "I don't
care if you do get pregnant, bitch. If you do that is an
unexpected bonus. I like having the cum drip down from your cunt
and run down your thighs. I want to give Jacquie a tasty treat
when we get home."

"As he said this, he slid two fingers into my cunt again and
casually finger-fucked my wet cunt in public. I came again on his
fingers but he didn't stop finger-fucking me."

As Kathy tells her story I am casually playing with her nipple
which is becoming harder in my fingers. When she reaches the part
where I am finger-fucking her sloppy cunt after refusing to let
her use the toilet she begins to breathe heavily and suddenly cums
in another body-wrenching orgasm, again clasping your face between
her thighs.

I look down at you and know that your shame is now complete. Kathy
has come with your face buried in her cunt sloppy from another
man's cum as she recounts how she came several times in public in
a bar mainly from the thought of cuckolding her wimpy little
husband and thinking of the shame it would cause him to eat out
her cum-filled cunt when we got home. I squeeze Kathy's nipple to
get her attention and say gently, "Carry on Kathy darling, you
haven't finished yet."

She calms herself after the orgasm and wipes her forehead again. I
smile to myself as I know what is coming next. As she begins to
talk she begins to blush and she is rather more hesitant.

"When he had stopped feeling me I really needed to go to the
toilet and he let me but made me promise not to wipe any cum out
of my cunt. I went and had a pee and when I came out I found the
two men who had been watching us waiting outside the door. The
toilet was in a dark passage and except for the three of us it was
deserted.

Only later did I see him at the end of the corridor in the shadows
watching what was happening. One of the guys grabbed me and turned
me round so that I was facing him. He lifted my skirt, baring my
bottom to his buddy and said, "This is the little cunt that has
been flashing her bottom at us all night.

I think that it is time we had a closer look at it."

"Then he slipped his hand up my skirt which had dropped and began
to fondle and squeeze my buttocks. His buddy came close behind me
trapping me between them and, putting his arms around me began to
squeeze my breasts, really feeling me up. I couldn't move and
began to feel more and more desperate as I had to stand there
submitting to being felt up by two strangers. The man facing me
suddenly put his hand between my thighs and cupped my cunt before
roughly sticking two fingers up me and beginning to finger-fuck
me. He laughed and looked over my shoulder at his buddy, "This
little whore is soaking wet, she is really asking for another good
fucking!!"

Kathy pauses and looks at me. I can see Jacquie's eyes wide and
staring as he eats his wife out. He clearly cannot believe what he
is hearing. I tweak her nipple to make her concentrate and she
takes a deep breath and continues,"I looked along the corridor and
I saw you standing in the shadows. I expected you to come and
rescue me but you didn't. The man in front of me lowered his
zipper and pushed me against the wall. He lifted one of my legs
holding it up so that my knee was hooked over his arm baring my
cunt to him and then, grinning into my eyes he just slowly shoved
his stiff prick up me and began to fuck me. As he fucked me he
said harshly into my ear, "This is what married whores like you
who tease men need, a good hard fucking to keep you in line."

"He savagely fucked me and came up my cunt in a few minutes. He
pulled straight out of me and they left me standing in the
corridor on shaky legs crying with his cum running down my thighs
while they went off to the bar laughing together. Then you came
and collected me taking me out to the taxi. I felt so dirty and
ashamed. I thought the night couldn't get any worse but then I saw
the taxi-driver who had brought us to the club grinning at me from
beside his car. My heart sank."

As Kathy is telling her story I release her nipple and, sliding my
hand down the nylon of your nightie, now clinging to your body I
caress your pantie-clad buttocks before moving my hand round to
the from to your prick which I find hard. I give it a gentle wank
and say deliberately harshly to Kathy, "Just shut up a minute, you
can finish your story later."

I look down into your desperate eyes as I wank you and say, "Keep
eating Kathy out or it will be the worse for you. Kathy, just look
at Jacquie's little prick. The tiny little thing is as hard as a
rock!!"

I release it and Kathy bends forward. I hear Kathy take a deep
breath, "That is the biggest and hardest I have ever seen it," she
gasps, " and to think that it took the story of me being fucked by
other men to get it like that."

I laugh at the pitiful size of your prick and I watch Kathy, torn
by pity for you and disgust for your sissy behaviour and lack of
manliness. Kathy sighs and sits back. I squeeze the breast nearest
to me and she looks questioningly at me.

"Go on, darling, finish the story of your night out." I say with a
smile.

Kathy hesitates and I squeeze her breast warningly again. She
takes a deep breath and continues, "I was getting into the taxi
and as my legs parted as I put one foot in the cab the taxi-
driver put his hand up my skirt and just casually felt my cunt.
I was really frightened and humiliated but I felt your hand on
my shoulder holding me still and I heard the taxi-driver chuckle
as he slipped three fingers in me and gave me a hard finger-
fuck. He pulled his fingers out finally and wiped them on my
skirt. I got in beside you to see you grinning at me. I was so
taken aback to hear you say,"

"Are you ready to give the taxi-driver the tip you promised him?
"I couldn't believe it, I was so shocked and I begged you to look
after me, not to let him do anything to me but you just laughed.
You did not touch me during the drive, just saying quietly,"

"You know what to do Kathy, get your tits out and show the driver
your sloppy cunt."
"I knew then that I couldn't do anything and I slipped my top down
and pulled my skirt up. I even opened my legs without being told
to. Before very long we were outside the house. I straightened my
clothes and got out quickly hoping it was all over.
You paid the
driver and said to him,"

"Ready for your tip, buddy?"
I heard him laugh and you took me by the back of the neck and bent
me forward over the bonnet of the taxi kicking my ankles apart
so that my legs were widely spread. I knew that in this position
my bare cunt and arse were in full view. I couldn't believe it
when I heard you say, "There's your tip. If you want it, take
it."

"I heard the taxi-driver lower his zip and I felt him behind me
between my thighs. He slowly pushed his prick into my cunt and
began to fuck me reaching under me to play with my breasts as they
were squashed against the bonnet of his cab. I tried to stay still
so that it would be over soon but he savagely squeezed my breasts,
really hurting me. I knew that we were in the street right outside
my house and any of the neighbours could have looked out and seen
us so I had to be quiet. He said almost in a snarl," "Work with me
bitch, I really intend to enjoy this."

"So I had to work my hips on his prick trying to make him enjoy
fucking me so that he would not hurt me. He squeezed and played
with my breasts as he fucked me enjoying the control he had over
someone else's wife and I had to move my hips with him until he
came. He gave my breasts a savage final squeeze and came up my
cunt before pulling out of me laughing as he did. He looked at you
and said," "Thank you for the use of your bitch. She is a lovely
fuck."

"I was so ashamed as I watched him get into his cab and drive off.
Any of the neighbours could have seen me getting fucked in the
street."

Kathy stops, seemingly exhausted and I look down at you. Now your
shame is complete.

The story of your wife being fucked by a taxi-driver outside your
house and the knowledge that you have been sucking his cum from
her cunt is too much. I can see and I know that Kathy has seen,
that you have cum in your dirty peach-coloured panties without
your prick even having been touched. You blush with shame and I
look at Kathy and we both laugh.

I turn and look steadily at Kathy as she looks down at you and
laughs. I am interested to see the contempt for you beginning to
dawn in her eyes and she blushes under my steady scrutiny. It is
getting late and I could do with some relax, but first I could do
with a fuck. I look down contemptuously at you as you kneel at our
feet and say harshly,
"I think that it is time I started your training properly, wimp. I
feel like a fuck and I am going to take your pretty wife to bed
and fuck the arse off her. She is a real slut who has been well-
fucked tonight already and you can come and watch. Your slut of a
wife belongs to me now and I am going to teach her how to take
care of a man's needs properly."
I hear Kathy gasp beside me and I glance at her. She goes very red
and then her cheeks pale as the implications of my remarks sink
in. I ignore her and turn back to you.
"It is time you learned your real station in life, cocksucker. You
are a sissy wimp, a sissy wimp who no longer has any right to fuck
his wife. You gave up that right when you didn't stop me taking
her out and fucking her and letting other men fuck her. The only
one that will not be fucking her in the future is you. You will
never have the pleasure of entering your wife's cute cunt again
except with your tongue and that will only be to clean out another
man's cum."

I turn to the slightly takesen Kathy sprawled beside me.
"Stand up, whore," I snap suddenly.
Her eyes widen as she looks at me but she does not move. I sigh
and put my hand on the upper soft flesh of her inner thigh, giving
it a vicious twist between thumb and forefinger. She gasps with
pain, her eyes clear and she suddenly becomes more alert.
"Stand up, you takesen bitch," I order, "I won't tell you again."
Kathy struggles to her feet and stands swaying on unsteady legs. I
slide along to the end of the settee and, reaching up, pull her
down on to my lap. At first she sprawls a little but then she
tries to pull herself together, sit up a little straighter and
compose her legs more modestly. I slide my arm round her under her
armpit, capturing her full left breast in my hand and begin to
squeeze it harder and harder. Kathy's eyes widen and she gasps
with pain.
"Open your legs slut," I say into her ear, "and keep them spread
if you know what is good for you."
Her thighs part as far as the tight skirt will let them. I sit
still allowing her to wriggle on my lap, manoeuvring her skirt
higher and giving her thighs more freedom. Soon the tight black
band of the spandex miniskirt is just below the level of her
crotch and her thighs are widely spread displaying her stocking-
tops, suspenders and the open gap of her wet cunt to her husband's
horrified gaze.
"Take your top off, Kathy," I tell her and with a squirm of her
shoulders she slips it off baring her large breasts which I
immediately begin to squeeze and knead, pulling on the big
sensitive nipples, not caring that I am being a little rough and
ignoring Kathy's gasps of pain. If nothing else it seems to have
sobered her up..
I look down at you with a smile, relishing the hate and fear in
your eyes as you watch me feeling up your young wife but not
daring to interfere. As you look into my eyes I twist the knife
a little more,

"In future wimp, your real place will be to learn to please a
proper man and in the first instance, that means me. You will suck
my prick to harden it for fucking your slut of a wife and when I
feel like a change you will take all of it up your pretty sissy
arsehole."
I grin at the horror on your face and relish the big tears
gathering at the corners of your eyes. Not only do you look
effeminate, you are as emotional as a girl. You look at me, you
face white with shock as my words sink in. I know that you cannot
really believe what you are hearing. I feel your wife stiffen on
my lap and I realise that she is having difficulty coming to terms
with it also. I wait for you to protest, to make some masculine
gesture even though you know that it would be futile. I can sense
the beginning of a change in your wife. I glance at her as I play
with her tits and I can see the beginning of disgust for the sissy
wimp that she has married. As I am talking to you my hands are
roaming freely over your wife's body emphasising your helplessness
to prevent it. It is clear that you are so caught up in the
feelings of shame and self-loathing on being confronted with your
wimpish sissy nature that you have begun to accept without further
challenge my rights over your wife's body.
I am beginning to get tired of the smell of stale cum from your
well-fucked wife and I suddenly push her from my lap on to the
floor. She slides down with a shocked squeal.
She looks up at me in startled surprise.
I look down at the rather dishevelled girl as she lies at my feet.
She is lying half on her side with her right leg stretched out
straight and her left bent at the knee. This causes her short
black skirt, already high on her thighs to ride even higher, not
even covering her cunt. Her hair hangs in strands over her
shoulder and down the front of her chest lying on her right breast
and her fringe is plastered to her forehead by the perspiration.
I motion for her to stand but she just lies and looks dumbly up at
me. I sigh and reaching forward wind the fingers of my left hand
in her hair and grasping her by the left breast with my right
hand. I slowly rise to my feet pulling her up with me. She
scrambles up a little inelegantly trying to relieve the tension on
her hair and on her breast until she is standing, panting deeply,
facing me balancing rather precariously on her high heels. I point
to a spot beside the settee.
"Just stand there Kathy, and don't move until I tell you." I order
and smile as she hurries to obey me.
I turn back to you with some relish. You have been watching the
episodes of the last few minutes with your mouth hanging open with
shock as you see how easily your young wife can be manipulated.
"Now, cocksucker," I say, "it is time for your next lesmister.
Whenever I snap my fingers and point at the floor, you kneel there
with your thighs spread open. Let us have a practice."
I snap my fingers and point at the floor in front of me. You do
not move. I slap your face hard with my open hand. A tear rolls
down your cheek. I snap my fingers again and point. This time you
reluctantly shuffle to the spot on your knees with your thighs
spread.
I grin at you and glance at Kathy whose face registers disgust at
your compliance and whose breasts are heaving a little with
emotion and say to you quietly but distinctly,

"Now, wimp, whenever I fancy fucking your slut of a wife, I will
snap my fingers and point. You will move into position and unzip
my trousers. When I have removed them you will prepare me to fuck
your wife by first licking around my prick and balls and then by
sucking me off until I am nice and hard for your little slut. If I
tell you to, you will open the lips of her cunt and guide my stiff
prick up your sexy wife."
I can see the protest and the beginnings of a small rebellion in
your eyes.
"I couldn't do that, I just couldn't," you mutter wretchedly.
I do not hesitate. I slap your face hard, once and then again. The
slaps sound loudly and shake your whole body. You begin to whimper
and sob. To make sure that you have got the point I slap your
tearstained face hard a third time. I can see the defeat in your
eyes and I know that that is enough.
"Are you ready to obey me at all times, wimp?" I ask.
Sobbing loudly like a girl with tears running down your face you
nod, not looking at your wife. I glance at Kathy who is watching
you intently, amazed and at the same time disgusted by your
compliance and lack of resistance. I look at Kathy.
"It is nearly time for bed and you smell and look like a whore." I
say harshly.
Your wife's eyes flicker from me to you and back again and she
blushes. She seems to have completely sobered up. I say to Kathy,
ignoring you,

"Go and have a shower and wash your hair. Put on the sexiest
nightdress that you have and wear matching panties. Then come back
out here and make me some coffee.

I have further business with your wimp of a husband."

We both watch your disheveled virtually naked wife as she leaves
the room without a word. I snap my fingers and point at my
trousers. You hesitate and without giving you time for breath I
slap your face hard, first on one cheek and then on the other. You
sob loudly and are crying now in earnest. I snap my fingers and
point at my trousers and with trembling fingers you slide the
zipper down and loosen my belt. I let the trousers slide down my
legs and step out of them. I lift one finger and snap my fingers
pointing at my foot. You remove my shoe and sock. I repeat the
performance with the other foot. As we are doing this I hear the
shower start. I slip off my tee-shirt and I am now naked. I look
down at your quivering weeping form.
"Suck me, sissy cocksucker and get me nice and hard for your
wife," I say,
You reach out and run your hand over my balls before grasping the
shaft of my prick just below the ridge of the knob-head. I grin
down at your blushing face as you gently wank me. Your head moves
reluctantly forward and I feel your cool breath on the head of my
stiffening prick. Your soft red lips part and I move my hips
forward a little, rubbing the head of my prick around your lips.
The pre-cum acting like lip-gloss, makes your lips shine. Your
soft lips part and you move your head forward, taking two inches
of my stiff shaft into your mouth. I look down into your
humiliated eyes as your close your red lips around by prick and
gently and rhythmically begin to suck me off your lips adjusting
to the size of my prick and stretching uncomfortably around it.
While all this has been going on I have subconsciously noticed
that the shower has stopped a while ago. The door of the bedroom
opens and Kathy emerges. She looks absolutely stunning in a sheer
black virtually transparent baby-doll nightie which is just long
enough to reach to her hips and which barely conceals the flimsy
panties beneath, continual flashes of which I receive as she walks
hesitantly towards us across the room. The nightdress has a low-
cut scalloped neckline which clings to and outlines her prominent
breasts and displays a deep cleavage. Her stiff nipples and
areolae are very evident through the thin sheer material. The
panties are pulled tightly up into her cunt outlining her fleshy
lips and displaying the groove of her cunt very clearly. She has
dried her hair but left it loose and soft like a cloud around her
head. She looks very young.
"You look very nice Kathy darling," I said with a trace of
mockery, "your wimp of a husband should be proud to have such a
pretty young wife."
She shudders as she watches with disbelief as her husband
compliantly sucks me off. I begin to move my hips, using your
mouth as a cunt, gently moving my hips backwards and forwards and
fucking your mouth more and more deeply. You begin to gag on my
hardening prick as you feel it becoming even stiffer and seeming
to swell in your mouth but I ignore it. I fuck your mouth for a
few minutes longer relishing your offense in front of your
shocked and staring wife before slowly withdrawing my prick. It
remains connected to your lips by a tendril of spit which
eventually breaks. You remain kneeling, looking up into my eyes.
"Wank me sissy, " I order.
Without hesitating, your resistance now seemingly completely
broken, you reach out and take my stiff prick in your soft hand
and begin to give me a slow delicious wank. As you are wanking me
I reach down and wind my fingers in your soft long effeminate
hair. You gasp with pain as I raise your head, powering you to look
into my eyes.
"Now, wimp," I say quietly and pleasantly, "you don't mind if I
take your sexy wife to bed and fuck the arse off her do you?"
I hear Kathy gasp with shock and you don't answer for a moment. I
increase the pressure on your hair threateningly. I hear you
mumble something but I can't make it out so I twist your hair more
tightly. You gasp with pain but mutter quietly, "I do mind, I mind
a lot, I hate it and I hate you."

I don't say anything but I release your hair and draw back my hand
to slap you again. I see the fear intensify in your eyes and you
stop wanking me. Time seems suspended for a moment as you kneel
holding my prick looking up at me with terrified eyes. I slap you
again, hard, and the sound echoes through the room. I hear Kathy
gasp and you give a deep sob, beginning to cry quietly again.

"When I give you an order, you follow it wimp," I say harshly, "I
didn't tell you top stop wanking me. Now toss me off until I tell
you to stop. Do you understand me sissy?"

You nod wretchedly and your sobbing continues. I look down at you
consideringly.

"From now on sissy, you will call me 'Sir' each and every time you
address me." I say, "do you understand, wimp?"

"Yes sir," You whisper.

I smile with satisfaction and look down at you enjoying the
delicious sensations from my prick as you continue to expertly
wank me. I press you a little harder.
"Now wimp," I ask, "do you mind if I fuck your sexy little slut of
a wife?"
There is a long pause and then I her you whisper reluctantly,
"No sir, I don't mind."
That is not sufficient for me and I look down at you as you kneel
wanking me off and say to you as I glance at your wife standing
watching in her sexy nightdress.
"Tell me that you want me to show you how your wife should really
be fucked, how you have never managed to do it. Beg me to fuck her
and show you and her what a real man can do for her and how he can
maker feel."
I know that all the fight has gone out of you when you say as you
toss me off,
"I beg you sir, show me how a real man fucks my wife. I really
want you to show me."
I look at Kathy and grin at her nodding down at you.
"Listen to that, Kathy," I say with a smile, "look at the
expression on his face and ask yourself if anyone but a complete
girlie sissy cocksucker could ever kneel in a baby-doll nightie
and beg another man to fuck his wife after sucking him off and
wanking his prick to stiffness."
I look down at you as you kneel in front of me weeping with
offense, your face red with shame. I look into your eyes and I
see the horror mounting as you realise that despite yourself you
are becoming aroused. I see the thin material of your panties
being tented by your stiff little cock. I laugh and point this out
to Kathy. I can see from the expression on her face that she is
beginning to realise to what depths of sissyhood you have sunk in
such a seemingly short time. I order Kathy to get on with making
the coffee for me and I stand. You look hesitantly up at me and
continue wanking me. I snap my fingers and point to the floor just
outside the door to the bedroom. You understand immediately and
crawl on your hands and knees to the spot, waiting for me. I pick
up the handcuffs and walk past you into the bedroom, fondling your
bottom as I pass. I feel you shudder. I look at the bed. It is
large with a rather old fashioned head-board about five feet high.
I snap my fingers and you crawl into the bedroom. I point at the
floor beside the head of the bed and you crawl across until you
are kneeling by me. I reach down and wind my fingers in your hair
and pull you to your feet, handcuffing your hands through the
headboard so that you are standing, cuffed, at the head of the
bed. I look warningly at you, slipping my hand between your legs
and cupping your balls. As I look into your eyes I give your balls
a thorough feel and then move to your little cock which I wank to
stiffness before releasing it..

"Now just stand there until I tell you to move. Don't dare sit
either on the bed or on the bedside table or it will be the worse
for you."
Without looking at you further I leave the bedroom and return to
the living-room, leaving the bedroom door open so that you can
hear what is happening. Kathy is just coming in from the small
kitchen carrying a tray with two cups of coffee. I smile at her
anxious expression and she bends to put the coffee on the low
table. I look at her with some pleasure as she bends. Her full
breasts stain the delicate fabric of the nightdress an her
cleavage deepens to form an enticing valley. I think about the
soft tits encasing my prick later and smile with anticipation. She
catches my smile with some anxiety. It is tempting to play with
Kathy as she looks so clean and sexy after what I have put her
through earlier in the evening but I have much better plans in
mind. There is only half the pleasure in playing with your wife
when you cannot see us. After all, Kathy is no challenge. She is
mine to fuck whenever I feel like it and I need more than that.
"Take the coffee into the bedroom, slut," I order, giving her a
sharp slap on the bottom.
She gasps, flushes and hurries to do as I command. I follow her
into the bedroom, picking up my leather belt as I go, and indicate
the bedside table opposite to the side where you are handcuffed
and Kathy puts the coffee down gently and stands clearly waiting
to be told what to do. I put my belt down on the bed-side table,
lie down on the bed and glance at the young husband and wife
standing tensely one on each side of the bed. I reach up and
unlock the handcuffs, releasing you and move over so that I am
lying on your side of the bed. I glance at Kathy and pat the bed
beside me. She reluctantly lies down and I put my arm round her
cupping her full breast and fondling it through the thin nylon of
the nightdress. I hear her gasp as I rub my finger across the hard
little cone of her nipple. I look up at you and grin as you stand
helplessly before turning to your young wife and giving her a long
deep sexy kiss.
"You have a very sexy young wife, wimp," I say mockingly, "I am
really going to enjoy having her as my slut."
I see you pale with anger and some fear and I sit up a little,
still caressing Kathy, and snap my fingers and point to the floor
by the bed. After barely a moment's hesitation you sink to your
knees.
"I am going to take my coffee, wimp," I say pleasantly, "and
then, when I feel like it I am going to fuck the arse off your
younghood sweetheart. While I am takeing my coffee you can be
giving me a nice wank."
I ignore you and turn to Kathy while I am takeing my coffee. I
feel your hand on my semi-stiff prick gripping gently it below the
grove of the knobhead and beginning a delicious slow rhythmical
wank rapidly bringing me to hardness. I look into your wife wide
cloudy eyes. She seems to have completely sobered up now. I finish
my coffee and put the cup down and as you continue to wank me I
begin to kiss Kathy. I slowly explore all of her sweet young mouth
and she is too intimidated to put up any resistance. She is
completely passive until I squeeze her nipple warningly and she
rapidly gets the message and begins to kiss me back. I am enjoying
playing with your wife, feeling her up as I kiss her and knowing
what you are watching impotently. Your expert hand has made me
really stiff and I take my lips from Kathy's and look at you.
"Get me ready to fuck your wife, sissy," I say quietly, "suck me
off for a while."
You look into my eyes and see that protest is useless and I feel
your cool breath on my knobhead followed by the warmth of your wet
lips around my stiff shaft. I continue to play with your wife as
you suck me off and I can see your eyes watching us. I slip one of
Kathy's big firm tits out of the neckline of her nightdress and
begin to tease and worry the nipple with my lips and tongue. Her
breathing quickens. So far I have not touched her cunt but mow I
slip my hand on to the soft flesh of her inner thigh and
obediently she spreads her legs. She is a quick learner.
I slip my hand up the inside of her thigh on to her pantie-covered
cunt which I am not surprised to find already moist. I slide my
finger down the groove of her gaping moist slit and I hear her
gasp. I take my lips from her nipple and grin down into your
***d eyes, enjoying the feelings you are generating and the
sight of your soft red lips around my prick as I continue to work
up your wife. I snap my fingers and motion to you with a flick of
my hand. You stop and with relief slide your lips from around my
prick although for a moment a thin bridge between formed from your
spit and my pre-cum remains. Then the spidery tenuous thread
breaks. I can hear your harsh breathing contrasting with the
excited panting of your wife as I continue to thoroughly feel her
wet cunt through her panties.
"I feel like a fuck now wimp," I say to you, "and you have got me
very nicely ready. Come up here and take your wife's panties off
for me."
I click my fingers and point at the bed. You scramble to your feet
and without meeting either your wife's shocked or my scornful
eyes, slip your fingers in the waistband of Kathy's delicate
panties and try to pull them down. She does nothing to help you
and you have quite a struggle before you get the insubstantial
material over her hips, down her legs and off her feet. I watch
your efforts with a smile which becomes a little nastier as I
look into your blushing face and say,

"Now, sissy, you are going to put my prick into your wife. You
begged me earlier to fuck her so you can help."
I look at the expression of horror on your face and I glance at
Kathy who is lying beside me blushing with her thighs spread.
"Pull your heels up to your arse, slut," I command, "and spread
your thighs."

Kathy is so intimidated that she follows my orders instantly.
I snap my fingers and point to the floor by the bed at about the
level of Kathy's cunt and, your cheeks flaming, you stand waiting
for orders in the spot I have indicated.
"Now, wimp," I say casually as I move between your wife's lewdly
splayed thighs, "Use the finger and thumb of your left hand to
open the lips of your wife, my slut's cunt and your right hand to
feed my prick into her."
There is no fight left in you and you do exactly as you are told.
I relish for a moment the feeling of the silky inner flesh of the
opening of Kathy's cunt as it is stretched by the big knobhead of
my prick and I enjoy her sudden intake of breath. I pause when I
am about two inches up your wife and look at you. You are frozen
in space with your left hand still spreading the lips of your
wife's cunt and your right gripping my stiff shaft. I snap my
fingers and point to the floor at the foot of the bed where you
can see everything that is happening and from where, if she looks
at you, you an see into your wife's eyes and from where I can see
you in the big full-length mirror on the corner of the room.. I
watch you sink to your knees on the spot I have indicated and say
as I slowly fuck your wife with just about two inches of my prick.
"You stay where you are sissy, don't move, don't close your eyes
and don't turn your head away. I want you to see everything. I
want you to see how a real man fucks a woman and, even more
importantly, how a woman pleases a man."
I then ignore you and start to fuck your wife in front of your
impotent hate-filled eyes. I lower my lips to her breast and begin
to suck on her prominent nipple through the nylon of her
nightdress as I feel the other tit which I had already slipped
from the confines of the delicate material. I suck more powerfully
on her stiff nipple, drawing the whole of the areola into my
mouth. Kathy groans loudly and puts her hand on my head pressing
it into her breast. She evidently has very sensitive nipples and
having them sucked certainly arouses her. I slip the neckline of
her nightdress down further and free her other big firm tit now
tipped with a bullet-hard nipple which I begin to suck and chew
on, sucking hard and teasing the stiff proud point with my lips
and tongue. She groans again and clutches my hair with her hand,
pressing me into her. Her heels press against the bed and her
thighs are spread wide. I enjoy the sight of the stretched lips of
her cunt caressing and gripping my stiff prick which I now have
stuck about four inches up her.
I take my mouth from her nipple and put my tongue to her lips,
running it along the soft groove of her mouth which immediately
parts in total acceptance allowing me complete freedom. She is
panting into my kiss as the sensations emanating from her hot cunt
sweep through her excited body. I take my lips from hers and raise
myself off her so that I can feel her big firm breasts while I am
fucking her. I begin a slow gentle deep fuck while I caress her
firm breasts. I am not riding her hard but I am making sure as I
am fucking her that I am far enough forward so that the front of
my prick rubs and stimulates her clitoris with each stroke. I am
only using about half of my prick and the internal muscles of her
cunt are massaging my organ deliciously. I look into her eyes,
"Are you enjoying this Kathy?" I ask quietly. She bites her lip
and looks up at me. I know the struggle that she is having
admitting it to herself and to me so I just wait, feeling her
firm breasts as I gently fuck her. She is too afraid of what I
will do to lie and after a moment she whispers,

"It's lovely!" she whispers reluctantly, "but we shouldn't be
doing it. I am so afraid for my husband!"
"Forget the wimp, Kathy darling," I said, ignoring your gasp of
outrage, "you are my slut now. You will do as I tell you and I
will fuck you whenever I feel like it. Just concentrate now. I
want to enjoy a nice fuck and it will be better for you if you do
not make me angry."
Ignoring her gasp of shock I begin to fuck Kathy a little harder
using a longer stroke and pressing slowly deeper into her until I
am buried in her tight cunt right up to my balls. Her hips begin
to move with my thrusts until we work up a nice rhythm. She gives
a sudden deep gasp and clasps her thighs around my waist pulling
me hard into her cunt with each stroke. I glance at you to make
sure you are still watching and I enjoy the horrified look as you
watch your young wife giving herself to me with more and more
abandon.
"Are you enjoying this, wimp?" I ask, "this is how your wife
should be fucked and how she will be fucked in future."
I watch you with amusement as, even though you are crushed and
hurt by Kathy's seeming betrayal, in the mirror I see you
surreptitiously slip your hand inside your panties and begin to
play with your little stiff cock. I take Kathy's chin between
thumb and forefinger and gently turn her head so that she can see
what is happening in the mirror. You appear to be in a self-
absorbed trance as you watch your wife being fucked in front of
your eyes and you cannot control yourself. Your wife and I both
watch you kneeling at the foot of the bed wanking furiously. Your
offense is clearly exciting you and the excitement overcomes
your fear. I see the sudden darkening of the material as you cum
in your panties and I hear Kathy gasp loudly with horror and
disgust at your wimpish behaviour.
I laugh loudly at your shame and offense and start to ride
your wife more roughly.
She begins to emit a high pitched squeal with each stroke as the
front of my stiff prick massages her hard engorged clitoris and
the hard head rubs against her cervix at the climax of each deep
thrust. She is now writhing and sweating under me, her eyes wide
and staring with the intensity of the emotions that are sweeping
through her. I can see the tell-tale flush spreading from your
wife's cheeks to her shoulders and down across her upper chest and
I feel the warmth in my balls. I ignore you, knowing that you will
not dare to turn your eyes away as you kneel powerless and at once
excited and scared as you watch with fascinated horror. I lie
further forward on your wife's perspiring body and squeeze her
breasts more firmly as I press my lips to hers taking possession
of her mouth as my prick spasms and I cum up her hot clinging
cunt. It is clear that, in spite of herself, your formerly
faithful young wife has been loving every minute of the hard fuck.

Simultaneously she gives a kind of loud squeal as her whole body
is overtaken by orgasmic spasms. She is gasping into my mouth as I
withdraw my lips from hers and bury my face in her hair lying on
her sweating body. She sighs and her thighs unclasp from round my
waist to lie spread and relaxed on the bed. She slowly brings her
breathing under control as I lie on her with my softening prick in
her wet cunt. She moves slightly under me and I knew that I am
too heavy for her. To demonstrate my control over her I do not
move for a moment and she gives a resigned sigh but then I move
off her and lie on my side admiring the sexy young wife I have
just fucked to a screaming orgasm. I glance at you with a smile,
"Have you enjoyed watching me fuck my new slut, wimp?" I ask.

You do not answer but look back with hate-filled eyes. I snap my
fingers and point at the floor beside me. You look back with
defiance and do not move. I stand, picking up my leather belt from
the bedside table and seize you by the hair, pulling you to your
feet, ignoring your gasps of pain. I bend you forward over the bed
and thrash your arse three times with my belt. You let out a loud
gasp each time the belt lands and your wife looks with horror at
the three read imprints across your buttocks.
"You have forgotten your manners, wimp," I snarl, "every time you
forget I will thrash your arse, and if your continue to defy me I
will thrash your wife's pretty arse as well.
Now, thank me politely for the lesmister you have just had like I
taught you."
"Thank you sir, I have enjoyed watching you fuck your new slut"
you say through clenched teeth and I smile at the beginning of
your obedience as I hear your wife gasp.
I glance at Kathy who is still lying on her back with her thighs
widely spread. She looks like a well-fucked whore with her tits
hanging out over the neckline of her nightdress and a river of
white cum running down from the back of her cunt along the crease
of her arse and on to the bedspread. I look down at you and say
conversationally,
"I have just shot a large load of hot cum into your wife's
unprotected cunt. She is probably going to get pregnant but if
you are quick and do a good job you may be able to prevent it. You
have my permission to lick her cunt out with your tongue."
You scramble to get between your wife's spread thighs and begin to
lick her out. Her cunt and the crack of her arse are soaked in my
thick creamy cum. The taste is incredibly powerful in your throat
and you gag as you fetish it down. I grin at the expression of
distaste on your face but, looking at me you continue to lick out
your wife knowing that it may protect her from getting pregnant
and that by being obedient you may avoid another thrashing. I
watch with amusement as you lap the cum from your wife's hot wet
cunt and enjoy the sight of you humiliating yourself pushing your
tongue as far up her as you can to clean her as thoroughly as
possible. Eventually you are finished and slowly remove your cum-
stained face from your wife's cunt and look anxiously up into my
grinning face.
"Well done, wimp," I say, "I hope that you enjoyed that. If you
are really lucky this time your wife will not get pregnant."
Seeing that you are through I snap your fingers once and point at
the floor beside the head of the bed. This time you immediately
respond, standing where I indicate. I put the cuffs back on you
and you begin to whimper again. I turn to your slut of a wife
and say,

"Get over there and take the wimp's panties off and show them to
me."
She stretches out her cum-stained thighs and gets to her feet
moving stiffly rounds the foot of the bed to where you are cuffed
and, without looking at you, slips her fingers in the waistband of
your panties and, sliding them down your legs, removes your cum-
stained panties. She looks with disgust at the stain on the front
and shows them to me as I had ordered. I look at them and laugh,
saying to her,
"This is what the sissy wimp did while watching us fuck. He
really seemed to like it. I don't know what he likes more,
sucking my cock or watching you suck and fuck me."
I look up at you and snap,
"Open your mouth, wimp,"
and watch as you reluctantly do so. I tell Kathy to turn the
panties inside out so that the big cum stain is facing outward and
to put them into your mouth, which, her face twisted with
revulsion, she does. I tell her to go to the living-room and to
fetch the tape and to tape your mouth shut holding the panties in
place. She does as she is told, knowing the consequences of
hesitation. I look up at you and say quietly, "Once you learn to
stop crying like a sissy baby I might leave you without a gag.
Tonight you can just stand there with your panties in your mouth
all night and think about things.

I am going to have some supper and then I am going to get some
relax."
I turn and look at your wife. She looks like a real whore, with
her cum-stained nightdress sticking to her sweaty body and her
tits hanging out over the low-cut neck-line. I smile at her and
she blushes faintly.
"Go and make me a sandwich," I order, "and bring it in here with
some fresh coffee and some brandy. Then strip and make the bed
with fresh linen. I am going to have a shower. Oh and by the way,
leave your tits hanging out just as they are. You look like the
slut you have proved yourself to be."
Kathy blushes deeply and leaves the bedroom. I turn and look at
you standing uncomfortably by the bed with your hands cuffed
through the headboard in your stained sweaty peach-coloured baby
doll nightdress that has begun to stick to your body. Your mouth
is taped shut and your cheeks bulge a little from the soiled
panties that your wife has powerd in on my instructions. I reach
out and cup your balls. Your whole body stiffens as I begin to
feel your. I gently caress your balls while looking into your
widened eyes and then slip my hand on to your little cock which I
begin to wank gently between thumb and forefinger. You rapidly
stiffen I my fingers.

"Listen, wimp," I say as I carry on wanking you, "I am going for a
shower and I am going to take my time. When your slut of a wife
has changed the bed tell her to join me in the bathroom."
I give your little pencil-dick a final squeeze and roll off the
bed to my feet entering the bathroom without giving you another
glance and leaving the door open. I take a long time having a
shower and washing my hair and I can hear, over the sound of the
water, Kathy come back with my supper. I hear but pay no attention
to your voices as I continue my shower. Within a few minutes Kathy
appears in the doorway. I know that although you cannot see what
is going to happen with the door open you will hear it all and
your imagination can do the rest. I reach out and, taking your
wife's *** hand I draw her under the cascading warm water. I
brush her hair back off her face and strip her soaked sweaty
nightdress off her before giving her a deep kiss and then, taking
my lips from hers I put my hands on her shoulders and gently push
her reluctant body down until she is kneeling. Without pausing I
feed my semi-stiff prick between her soft lips into the warmth of
her mouth and she instinctively begins to suck me off. I look down
at her, enjoying the sight of the pretty woman on her knees with
her soft red lips wrapped around my stiff prick and her head
rhythmically bobbing backwards and forwards. I feel the pressure
building in my balls and I slip my prick from her mouth and turn
her round, bending her right forward so that she has to support
her weight by pressing the flat of her hands against the tiled
wall of the shower. I kick the inside of her ankle and she gasps
with pain but immediately gets the message, spreading her legs and
giving me access to her cunt and arsehole.
Without pausing I slip my stiff prick straight up her cunt until I
am sheathed in her to the balls. She has a very tight cunt as it
has never been really stretched by your pencil-dick and I pause
for a moment buried deep in your wife. Enjoying the velvet feel of
her cunt muscles as they massage my stiff rod and the sensation of
my knobhead nudging and rubbing against her cervix. I coat my
fingers with soap and with one finger begin to tickle the dimpled
rose of her arsehole.
"Oh my God!!!" she gasped, "you mustn't do that!"
I slap her buttock a couple of times quite hard enjoying the
quivering of her flesh under the cascading water, knowing that the
sound will reach you in the bedroom.
"Be quiet, slut, and do as you are told," I order brusquely.
I rub the little puckered opening a little more firmly as I rest
against your wife stuck as hard up her as I can get and suddenly
the protecting ring of muscle gives way to my demanding questing
finger which slips an inch into her quivering arse. She gives a
loud gasp which I know that you can hear and will be anxiously
wondering about. Without giving her a moment's rest I slip a
second finger into her and she gasps again, this time with pain. I
ignore her and being to gently finger fuck her arse using two
fingers. At first it is very tight and I know that I am hurting
her, her whimpering gasps of pain prove that but I persist and
suddenly her arse walls seem to relax and become much more liquid
against my fingers and I hear her give a deep sigh as she clenches
the muscles of her arse against my fingers, delivering delicious
waves of sensation to my prick buried deep in her hot cunt. I
begin to simultaneously fuck her cunt with long slow strokes and
her arse with two fingers. Her hips begin to twitch under the
double stimulation and before long, despite herself she is pushing
her bottom back against me, meeting my thrusts and groaning loudly
with each stroke. I know that you can hear from the bedroom and
will be anxious about what is happening to your wife and I grin to
myself as I take my fingers from your wife's clinging arse and,
gripping her by the hips, pull her hard on to my prick with each
stroke. I begin to spank her quivering buttocks as I fuck her and
the slaps resound loudly around the echoing bathroom and I know
that you will hear them in the bedroom. Your wife begins to sob,
partly with pain and partly with emotion as she is spanked hard as
she is being fucked quite savagely. I don't try to hold off my
orgasm and I cum straight up your wife deep into her unprotected
womb without bothering whether she has cum or not. I pull out of
her giving her arse a last couple of hard slaps admiring its fiery
red colour as she remains bent over supporting herself on the wall
in the subservient position I have put her in and not daring to
straighten up until she is told to. I leave her there while I
finish my shower and as I leave the stall I slap her again on her
reddened arse enjoying her sudden jump.
"Have another shower slut, and then join us in the bedroom. You
won't need a nightdress." I say as I dry myself and then leave the
bathroom glancing at your white furious face as you stand
uncomfortably cuffed to the bed. I grin at you as I go to your
wife's dressing table and use her hair-dryer. Over the noise of
the dryer I say,
"You are really lucky, wimp, your wife is a lovely fuck and she
has a nice tight arse. I will enjoy sticking my stiff prick in
there tonight."

I lay down on the freshly made bed and had my supper. Kathy had
brought the decanter in so I pour myself a generous glass and
watch her as she comes from the bathroom and sits at her dressing
table drying her hair. When she is ready I pat the bed beside me
on the side away from where you are standing and Kathy comes and
lies down with me between her and you.
I glance at the bedside clock and say to Kathy,
"It is getting late and we could do with some relax. Put out the
light and settle down."
She glances at me and then at you.
"What about my husband," she says hesitantly, "you can't mean to
leave him like that all night!"
I laugh and pull her to me. Grasping her tit and sliding my finger
down to her nipple I begin to squeeze it until she gasps. Then I
give her a deep kiss.
"That is exactly what I am going to do, Kathy. Now, put out the
light and let us get some relax."
She realises that protest is useless and puts out the light and I
fall almost immediately into a dreamless relax. I awake a couple
of hours later to find Kathy awake, talking quietly to you. I
ignore you and turn to her, slipping my hand between her thighs
and beginning to work her up with my finger.
"Please stop, not again," she begs.
We can both hear you breathing harshly as you watch what is
happening in the half-light, powerless to interfere. I kiss your
wife gently and whisper into her ear, "Give me a nice wank, Kathy
darling".
She reluctantly puts her soft hand on my semi-hard prick and
begins to toss me off. This rapidly stiffens me up. I gently kiss
her again, just brushing her lips with my tongue. I do not want to
make her cum yet so I keep away from her clitoris and lightly feel
her hot wet cunt.
"You know what we are going to do now, don't you slut" I whisper
into her ear through her soft silky hair. "I am going fuck your
arse so hard".
She looks dumbly into my eyes and protests weakly,
"Please, please don't. It is just so very very wrong. It is
completely perverted."
I move my hand from her wet cunt to her soft arse and begin to
lubricate her arsehole well with the moisture from her cunt. I
give her arse a finger-fuck, first with one and then with two
fingers so that it will be as loose as possible. When her hole is
nice and greasy I move my hand back to her wet cunt and begin to
transfer her moisture to my prick making it nice and greasy. I
looked deeply into her wide frightened eyes.
"It's time someone had your arse, Kathy, and your wimp of a
husband is never likely to do it."
I hear you gasp in outrage and sense you watching tensely as I
gently roll your wife on to her back.
"Come on, slut," I say harshly, " get your thighs widely spread".
She complies with a sob and I push a pillow under her arse giving
me ready access to her hole. I move between her and put the end of
my stiff prick against the dimple of her greasy arsehole. I gently
push and without difficulty my stiff prick goes about four inches
up her. I hear her gasp loudly and I smile into her wide terrified
eyes.
"That was easy slut, you have a lovely arse. Now, take a deep
breath."
She breathes in deeply and I push my prick right up her moist arse
until I am sheathed in her with my hairy balls nestling against
her cunt.
"Put your legs around me, Kathy," I order.
Without hesitation she wraps her thighs around my waist pulling my
prick further up her tight wet arsehole. I take her in my arms and
roll on to my side so that she is facing me with my prick right up
inside her arse. I smile into her wide staring eyes and begin to
gently fuck her clinging arse. Her arse is so smooth that I come
up her fairly soon. I give her a gentle kiss, pull out my prick
and settle down to relax again leaving Kathy awake, blushing and
gasping and you staring impotently at the scene played out before
you.
I awake reamisterably early to find you both awake also. I stretch
but do not touch either of you knowing that this will cause your
anxieties to build. I pick up the key from the bed-side table,
reaching across Kathy brushing her breasts as I do so, and I
uncuff your hands. You sigh with relief but look into my hard eyes
and remain rigid, not daring to move. I snap my fingers and
point at the floor beside the bed and you obediently sink to
your knees. I look into your eyes and say,

"I fancy a nice fuck to start my day off, wimp. You kneel there
and watch me and listen carefully. When I have finished, go and
make me a nice breakfast and I will come when I am ready. Don't
bother using the toilet. If you need to go you can just hold it
until I feel like letting you go."
I hear Kathy gasp and I turn to her with a smile saying
pleasantly,
"There is nothing like a good fuck to start the day, Kathy
darling."
I see her shudder a little and I know that she is still very
frightened of me. I can stand that! I stretch out on my back and
look at you.
"I told you that I am going to fuck your wife, wimp. Get me ready.
Give me a nice wank and then suck me off until I tell you to
stop."
You reach out hesitantly and grasp my prick beginning a slow
practised wank and in a couple of minutes I feel your breath and
then your lips engulf the head of my knob and I relish the
delicious suction. Is it my imagination or are you not as
reluctant as you once were? While you are sucking me off I put my
hand on the inside of Kathy's nearer thigh and like an obedient
little fuck-toy she immediately spreads her legs, allowing me full
access. I slip my hand up to her already moist cunt and begin to
thoroughly feely her, flicking her clitoris with the ball of my
thumb. I can sense her resistance to her feelings but in spite of
herself she begins to breathe deeper and faster under my
ministrations. I snap my fingers as you have now made me really
stiff and you slowly remove your mouth from my prick, kneeling
with your thighs spread and your arse supported on your heels.
I motion for your wife to kneel astride my thighs facing me and
she hurries to obey me, looking anxiously at me. I reach up and
grasp both of her full swinging breasts and begin to squeeze
them. Kathy gasps and I see you wince at her pain. I grin at you
as I worry your young wife,

"Now wimp, guide my stiff prick into the wet sloppy cunt of your
sexy little slut of a wife," I say.
They both flush at the use but Kathy obediently raises herself
on her knees while I hold her tits tightly to allow you to take
hold of my prick in your reluctant hand and guide it so that it
passes easily between the fleshy moist outer lips of your wife's
hairy cunt. I press down on her tits so that she is powerd to
sit more firmly on my prick and I slide easily up her to the
balls. I pull her down to me by the nipples which I slowly
squeeze more tightly I lie stuck hard up your wife. I glance at
you and then kiss her deeply as you watch impotently. I take my
lips from hers after a while and look into her scared shocked
eyes,

"Now, fuck yourself on my prick," I order.
She immediately begins to move up and down giving me a delicious
slow fuck as I guide her by the pressure that I was exerting on
her sensitive nipples.
"I must say, Kathy, you are good at this," I comment, "have you
ever fucked in this position before?"
She nods reluctantly and whispers,
"It is one of our favourite positions."
I laugh with satisfaction. So I am taking something else of yours.
I am in no hurry and just lie feeling and moulding her firm
breasts while she is doing all the work. I slowly speed her up by
manipulating her nipples until she is bucking hard on me with her
head thrown back and her hair swinging. The room is full of the
smell of woman and cunt. She is gasping deep gulps of air and
ramming herself as hard as she can down onto my prick. I begin to
feel close to coming so I pull her down to me by the nipples and
fasten my mouth on hers giving her a deep hard kiss as I cum up
her cunt and shoot a river of hot cum up into her unprotected
womb. She lies panting on me as I move my hands to the fleshy
globes of her arse and began to pull her hard on to my prick.
This causes my prick to rub hard against her excited clitoris and
she cums with a deep gasp. The internal muscles of her cunt grasp
and milk the last drops of cum from my prick feeding them up into
her womb. I roll her off me and look at her as she lies gasping
beside me with cum running out of her cunt and over the crack of
her arse on to the bed. She looks less like a respectable young
wife and more like a fucked-out whore. I grin at you,
"I have just shot a big load of cum into your wife's unprotected
cunt and this time I am not going to let you lick her out. I want
her pregnant."
I hear them both gasp with shock, ignore them and continue,
"Go and make my breakfast, wimp, I am going to have a shower and I
will be down in a minute."
You get slowly to your feet and go to the bedroom door looking
longingly at the bathroom. I smile to myself. You look a mess in
your sweaty cum-stained nightdress. I have not allowed you to wash
or to have a shower and you have had a hard night. Now I won't
even let you pee! You turn briefly to give your wife a last glance
as you leave the room to find my mocking eyes on you. I get up
from the bed and look down at Kathy who is crying quietly.
"Get a shower but don't try to clean my cum from your cunt and
slip into something sexy and then come downstairs," I order
brusquely, knowing that she will disobey me and try to get my cum
out of her cunt but also knowing that it is probably too late, and
not really caring anyway.
I go and have a quick but thorough shower and wash my hair. I come
back into the bedroom and look at Kathy who has not moved. I know
though that she will obey me, she is to frightened not to. I pick
up my leather belt, having a feeling that I will need it and enter
the living room quietly. The room is full of the aroma of frying
bacon and I look over at you. You have not seen or heard me come
in and I find you pissing in the sink. I come up quietly behind
you so that you se my reflection in the window and relish your
gasp of shock and fear.
"Well, you are a disobedient little sissy, aren't you Jacquie?" I
ask with a smile and I see you begin to tremble as you note the
belt in my hand.
"I'm so sorry," you whisper, "I couldn't help it. I wanted to go
so badly."
"You forgot to call me 'sir'," I say quietly and your trembling
increases.
I decide to make you wait and worry about possible punishment and
I sit at the table and snap my fingers. You hurry to serve me my
breakfast and as I begin to eat I snap my fingers and point at the
floor. You kneel obediently with your thighs spread and as I eat
the door opens and Kathy comes in. I look at her with pleasure.
She has taken my instructions literally and is wearing a pale blue
very short slip, tightly moulded to her breasts and barely
covering her cunt - and nothing else. Her hair has been neatly
brushed and she has put on very light make-up. She looks
apprehensively at her husband kneeling in front of the table and
then back at me. I point to the floor beside him without comment
and she walks over and reluctantly kneels.
I finish my breakfast and get up from the table. I slowly collect
my clothes and dress. I see you looking anxiously at the leather
belt in my hand and I grin down at you as I put my belt on.
"Don't worry, wimp," I say, "you are not going to be punished this
time. I have to leave you now but I will be back later. I am a
long way from being finished with you two."
I pass Kathy as I walk to the door, giving her breast a last feel
finishing with a hard squeeze to make her gasp with pain. The last
you see of me is my smile as I close the door.

Le vigile


Ce que je vais raconter est notre histoire, celle d'un couple uni et amoureux, devenu libertin à l'occasion, jusqu'à former pour l'instant un ménage à trois. Je suis commerçant dans une grande ville du sud-ouest de la France, un grand magasin de vêtements avec sept employées et, bien sûr, j'ai quitté ma femme pour vivre avec l'une d'elles. J'ai cinquante-huit ans, je suis assez bien conservé, on dit que j'ai du charme, et mon amie est une jolie Beurette de trente-quatre ans, brune et mince, bien cambrée, souriante avec une voix rauque et sensuelle.
Nous avons vécu un an ensemble avant de décider, lors d'un repas un peu arrosé, de découvrir et tester le milieu libertin. Nous avons fréquenté un établissement spécialisé, et rencontré des hommes et un couple par internet. Mon amie s'habillait de manière provocante, une micro jupe, un dos nu et des cuissardes. Sans sous-vêtements, elle allumait et branchait les hommes sur la piste de danse, on choisissait tous les deux notre partenaire, et nous avons donc fait quelques trios mémorables. Ces expériences renforçaient notre libido, nos rapports et nos plaisirs mistert devenus plus intenses en imaginant la présence de nos anciens partenaires.
Elle aimait choisir des Blacks, pour leur peau, disait-elle, mais nous faisions l'amour avec d'autres hommes, sans critère d'âge, pourvu qu'ils acceptent le principe du trio. Nous avons connu un couple dont la femme est lesbienne, elles ont débuté à deux, mais rapidement l'homme est venu et lui a fait l'amour pendant plus d'une heure. On a également rencontré un Ivoirien au Cap d'Agde, avec qui nous avons eu trois nuits de débauche, plus quelques ratés, style éjaculateurs avant l'heure...
Les contraintes de mon métier m'ont fait embaucher un vigile dont le rôle était de sécuriser mon commerce, trier les entrées, empêcher les vols. J'ai choisi un étudiant sénégalais, beau garçon de vingt-quatre ans, éduqué, intelligent, grand, musclé, au crâne rasé, assez charmeur et autoritaire quand il le fallait. Mon amie n'était pas indifférente à mister charme, mais nous étions convenus de ne pas mélanger travail et plaisir. Ce garçon ne venait que les jours d'affluence, c'est-à-dire en fin de semaine, ce qui était compatible avec ses horaires de faculté.
Nos sorties coquines étaient peu fréquentes, en général une fois par mois, dans une boîte où nous avions nos habitudes, et le plus souvent nous nous contentions de danser et de boire, de provoquer des hommes et rarement finaliser notre soirée. Nous aimions sortir le Vendredi soir car le thème des soirées permettait aux hommes seuls de rentrer, le Samedi étant réservé aux couples.
Ce soir-là, le site de la boîte annonçait Soirée Black and White, invitation un peu prétentieuse puisque peu de Blacks fréquentaient l'établissement. Il y avait beaucoup de monde, quelques habitués qui amenaient leur femme à la saillie, le bar où les mâles jaugeaient les danseuses sur la piste, la cage, le coin câlin, les canapés, et une belle ambiance érotique dispensée par quelques entraîneuses rémunérées.
Après quelques verres, nous voilà sur la piste, tendrement enlacés, parmi les nombreux danseurs et dragueurs, et le but du jeu était d'attendre qu'un homme se colle derrière mon amie, nous dansions à trois, puis je m'éclipsais, la drague devenait plus intense, et si l'homme plaisait, elle me l'amenait et de notre discussion résultait la fin de notre soirée.
Bien sûr, tous n'étaient pas choisis, et nos critères restaient sévères. Mon amie, Nora, pour la nommer, se dandinait de manière provocante sur la piste. On devinait malgré la foule et l'obscurité la nudité de ses fesses. Un homme se colla à elle, un Black, grand, je n'en voyais que les mains sur mister ventre dénudé. Connaissant ses goûts, je me retirai sur mon siège en attendant la suite.
Nora et mister soupirant disparurent dans la foule des danseurs, j'apercevais de loin en loin l'approche de l'homme, il se collait contre ses fesses, semble-t-il pour lui faire sentir sa virilité, ses mains devenaient plus précises, s'égarant sous la jupe et sur sa poitrine. Le temps me parut long, preuve que Nora appréciait la situation. En général, elle revenait au bout de dix minutes. Mais ils disparurent de ma vue sans que je m'en inquiète, étant en discussion avec des habitués.
Au bout d'une heure et comme j'en faisais la remarque, mon voisin me suggéra d'aller faire un tour ensemble (voyeur, pensai-je) dans le coin câlin. Parmi de nombreux participants, je distinguai difficilement, à cause de l'obscurité, Nora prise en levrette par notre Black, jupe retroussée, semblant aimer particulièrement sa situation. J'étais surpris car habituellement on faisait ça à trois, mais j'ai eu un choc quand j'ai reconnu mister amant, c'était Basile notre vigile qui l'honorait avec fougue. J'ai observé quelques minutes sa grosse queue s'enfoncer dans le minou épilé de Nora. Malgré la musique, je pouvais entendre ses râles de plaisir que j'imaginais décuplé par la présence de voyeurs et d'autres couples qui copulaient.
Je me suis retiré discrètement pour revenir au bar et attendre leur retour, un peu contrarié car on s'efforçait de ne rencontrer que des inconnus. De plus, l'homme qui la baisait restait mon employé, situation particulière ! Nora revint seule, un peu penaude, s'assit sur le tabouret, câline avec moi :
— Je t'ai lâché, excuse moi, il dansait bien, je n'ai pas vu le temps passer !
— Je pense que tu as fait autre chose.


Dit avec un sourire coquin et un bisou amoureux.
— J'ai fait une bêtise avec Basile, je ne l'ai reconnu que trop tard, quand j'avais trop envie, je ne t'ai pas cherché pour ne pas te gêner.
— Ça m'ennuie un peu, je ne vais plus pouvoir lui parler comme avant. Au fait, un bon coup ? Tu as aimé ?
— Oh oui, un bon coup ! Et en plus mister approche a été excitante, il m'a touchée sur la piste au début avec décence, il était doux, comme amoureux, il m'a fait plein de bisous, il faisait noir, et je fermais les yeux. Si je l'avais reconnu, je n'y serais pas allée. Quand il m'a entraînée par la main, là je l'ai reconnu, mais il était allé loin dans les caresses, j'étais inondée et surtout, mon chéri, j'avais très envie de lui. Excuse-moi encore. Si tu veux, on n'en parle plus et on s'en va.
— Je ne sais pas si je vais le garder, il te baise dans mon dos, et je l'emploie, dur !
— Non chéri, c'est de ma faute, j'aurais dû refuser, mais je sentais mister corps et ses mains sur moi, j'ai retardé l'instant de le dévisager. Je t'en prie, ce n'est pas sa faute. On en restera là, promis.
— J'ai peur qu'il s'en vante à la boutique.


Sur ces entrefaites, Basile s'approche avec un sourire carnassier :
— Bonjour Monsieur, heureux de vous voir ici.
— Bonjour Basile, vous vous amusez bien ?
— Vous avez bien vu !


En se regardant les pieds ! Il m'avait repéré dans l'alcôve, il savait que je les avais vus faire l'amour et il devinait que je ne pouvais rien dire. Nora était très gênée, et malgré tout, il lui fit un bisou dans le cou.
— Nora a apprécié ma façon de danser, je crois.
— Basile, je t'offre à boire et on discute, OK ?
— Oui patron, merci, on s'assoie là-bas ?


On part tous les trois, Nora et Basile sur la banquette, côte à côte, moi, en face sur le pouf.
— Je vais vous avouer, dit Basile, Nora me fait fantasmer depuis le début. J'ai appris où vous sortiez, et je l'ai draguée. D'ailleurs, elle n'a rien dit, même après m'avoir reconnu. J'ai beaucoup aimé cette soirée, j'espère que vous m'en voudrez pas, on va dire que c'est l'alcool et on n'en parle plus.


(Rire crispé de ma part. De plus, j'ai appris par la suite que Nora lui avait donné l'adresse pour nous rencontrer !)
— OK Basile, on sort de temps en temps, mais habituellement je suis invité, actif, elle n'a jamais fait ça toute seule.
— Chéri, c'est ma faute, je n'ai pas voulu te gêner.
— OK, pardonné Basile. Vous vous étés bien amusés ?
— C'était très bien, Monsieur !
— Super, dit Nora.


Elle se tourne vers lui et l'embrasse sur les lèvres en lui mettant la main dans l'entrejambe. Il lui rend mister baiser et plonge sa main dans mister léger corsage, me dévoilant mister sein.
— On peut en parler librement maintenant, elle est bandante, elle fait bien l'amour, je vous envie.
— Merci, continuez, dis-je, un peu sarcastique.


Il me prit au mot et ils se mirent à flirter devant moi et nos voisins, amis de rencontre connus. Ils se firent des bisous, des caresses, ses mains s'égaraient sous la jupe, et au moment où elle lui touchait mister membre, je leur dis :
— Pas ici, on va à la maimister. Cocu OK, mais dans la discrétion !


J'avais décidé de reprendre les choses en main, il était trop sûr de lui.

Pour me justifier :
— J'aime qu'elle me rende jaloux.


Du tac au tac :

— J'aime rendre jaloux. Je n'ai pas de copine, je ne veux pas m'engager, j'ai eu une déception sentimentale, mon ex m'a laissé tomber il y a six mois.


Léger comme justification, mais j'opine et nous quittons le club. Le trajet assez long m'a été assez douloureux, ils se mistert installés à l'arrière de ma Porsche. L'espace est confiné, et ils ont continué à flirter malgré ma surveillance au rétroviseur. Nora n'était plus du tout gênée et semblait y prendre beaucoup de plaisir.
— Champagne pour sceller notre amitié ou continuer à nous alcooliser.


J'ouvre la bouteille, Basile découvrait notre appartement assez luxueux, et il me répondit en souriant :
— À nos amours !


Nora baissa ses yeux en souriant. Elle me voyait en difficulté pour la première fois. Il était intelligemment ironique, j'avais pardonné, il pouvait continuer. Je suivais ses pensées.
— Chéri, je vais prendre une douche, cinq minutes.


Il était trois heures du matin et je me sentais passablement ivre. Basile, en pleine forme, trempait ses lèvres modérément dans le champagne :
— Je vous envie, Nora est jolie et sexy, on ne peut rester indifférent.
— Basile, ce soir c'est mon tour si vous le voulez bien.
— Moi après !


Avec un clin d'œil. Décidément, il me provoque pensai-je. En fait, il n'avait pas du tout besoin de mister travail pour vivre, et vu mister physique, il en retrouverait facilement. Nora apparut enroulée dans une serviette de bain. Excitante au possible, elle se plaça devant Basile en me tournant le dos et laissa tomber sa protection, bien campée sur ses jambes écartées. Elle était entièrement nue, j'apercevais ses lèvres tombant entre ses fesses. Elle mit un pied sur l'épaule de Basile et en musique, ondulant le bassin, approcha mister minou en rythme, puis elle renversa Basile sur le canapé et plaça mister minou au-dessus de sa bouche.

J'étais estomaqué, il la léchait devant moi, elle gémissait tout en lui déboutonnant la braguette, et elle sortit mister sexe, énorme, en érection complète, et se mit à le branler.
J'ai abandonné. Mon pénis ne pouvait supporter la comparaimister et je me suis senti humilié au point de ne pas vouloir me mettre nu. Pourtant, j'avais un désir de Nora intense provoqué par leur prestation au club. Pour moi, ce sera journée sans sexe, par contre, pour Nora ! Je m'éclipse discrètement sur un fauteuil retiré, et me régale du spectacle : Nora s'empale sur ce gros vit qui s'enfonce doucement dans mister minou, pourtant elle est étroite mais elle semble l'avaler sans difficulté.
— Tu m'as baisée en boite, je te baise ici !
— Oui Nora, viens sentir ma grosse bite noire, regarde comme elle te remplit.


Le va-et-vient commence, la grosse bite va de plus en plus profond, j'entends les gémissements et les halètements. Elle se penche et l'embrasse, il pétrit ses seins, enfonce un puis deux doigts dans mister anus, elle pousse des petits cris, la cyprine dégouline, la queue luit, la cadence s'accélère, je n'existe plus, les mots crus fusent :
— Je sens ton bâton, va plus loin, défonce-moi, je suis ta salope, j'aime ta queue, je n'ai jamais ressenti ça.
— Chienne, traînée, tu aimes le Black, je vais te baiser toute la nuit. Ensuite, j'appelle des copains, tu seras mon trou à bites, ton mec viendra lécher après, je ne veux plus que ce cocu te touche.


Il exagère, c'est le délire de l'amour, pensai-je, en bandant comme un porc (petit). Si je sors ma bite, il va se moquer, je fais donc profil bas. Dans l'absolu, il a raimister, je n'ai jamais baisé mon amie si bien.
Ils changent de position. En missionnaire, c'est lui qui prend l'initiative, il la pilonne, j'entends ses couilles rebondir, Nora commence à crier, preuve que l'orgasme approche, arrive, explose, elle donne de grands coups de bassin et s'effondre dans ses bras. Quel orgasme, jamais elle n'en avait eu aussi prolongé avec moi, elle était prise de tremblements, remerciait Basile pour cette partie. Lui :
— À moi de jouir, ma salope, je vais t'enculer.


Il sortit sa bite encore droite, en fait il s'était retenu, mit Nora à quatre pattes, et positionna mister gland devant mister petit trou. Il l'avait préparée en la doigtant, sa bite luisait de cyprine, et il s'enfonça délicatement, centimètre par centimètre, jusqu'à la garde, et reprit ses va-et-vient, en lui titillant le clitoris. Ils explosèrent ensemble, dans les cris d'un nouvel orgasme. Il lui avait rempli le cul de mister foutre qu'on voyait sortir entre les fesses. Heureusement, il ne m'a pas demandé de lécher, sinon je l'aurais fait avec honte et plaisir.
— Chéri, merci, c'était bon, ma plus belle nuit d'amour, merci encore.


Elle s'adressait à moi, me remerciait de l'avoir laissée avec mister Black, et, je pense, de n'avoir pas participé. J'avais éjaculé en les regardant, sans me toucher. J'étais honteux, jaloux de sa bite et de sa prestation, mais heureux pour Nora qui n'avait jamais connu pareille jouissance avec moi.
— Reste ici, on va dans la chambre, me dit ma belle en entraînant Basile par la main. Et ils montèrent l'escalier, nus tous les deux, tendrement enlacés.


Glup.
— OK, soyez sages !
— Sans problème, on va juste baiser encore.


Toujours provoquant ! Dans les vapeurs d'alcool et un demi sommeil, j'ai entendu le lit grincer toute la nuit, j'ai compté les orgasmes successifs, trois autres, et je suis branlé en pensant qu'il n'y avait aucune raimister de ne pas jouir. Au petit matin, pendant que Nora récupérait, j'ai offert le café à Basile qui l'a pris nu devant moi. Sa grosse bite pendait, encore en semi érection. Avec ses bourses gonflées, j'avais l'impression qu'il serait capable de recommencer.
— Merci pour le champagne, le café et pour Nora, c'est une des rares femmes qui m'ait laissé aller jusqu'au bout de mon désir. Habituellement, elles craquent avant. Avec elle, plus on en donne, plus elle en demande, elle parait insatiable. À bientôt.
— À bientôt. Merci pour Nora, elle a dû passer une bonne nuit, je la laisse dormir.


Il me tutoie pour la première fois :
— Tu as aimé, tu as joui ? Je reviens quand tu veux si Nora accepte.
— Tu es un bon amant. Pour moi, tu peux revenir, mais c'est Nora qui décide.
— C'est décidé, on va se revoir. À toi de voir si c'est avec ou sans toi. Pour ma part, j'aime autant que tu sois là.


Ne sachant que répondre, je bégayai :
— J'aime la voir heureuse.
— Tu n'as rien vu, elle va être comblée.


Belles nuits en perspective !
Au réveil, Nora vint se serrer contre moi
— Encore merci mon cœur, tu m'as offert une nuit fabuleuse. Dès que j'aurais récupéré, je te donnerai tout de moi, mais on a décidé de se revoir, tu es d'accord ?


Que dire, j'acquiesçai bien sûr. Je serai un cocu de temps en temps, elle sera à moi le reste du temps. Presque le bonheur, j'étais pris à notre jeu.
Notre semaine fut fabuleuse, Nora se montra amoureuse et salope avec moi. Je surpris quand même quelques textos enflammés sur mister portable, il l'appelait sa salope, elle lui répondait qu'elle était impatiente de retrouver mister gros bâton tout noir, que la prochaine fois, elle sucerait ses couilles. Bref, de la poésie !
Et nous attendions impatiemment le week-end suivant. Au magasin, Basile fut exemplaire, comme s'il ne s'était rien passé, aucun risque donc de ce côté.
Pour accélérer le récit : nous avions convenu de nous retrouver au club. Basile est venu avec un ami mais nous n'avons fait que danser, Basile demandant à Nora de danser avec mister ami, un Black aussi, et nous nous sommes retrouvés à trois pour une nouvelle nuit d'enfer. Simplement Basile m'a demandé de guider sa bite en Nora, le reste a été sans particularité, orgasmes sur orgasmes, devant moi ce coup-ci, en me permettant de photographier.
Nos relations occupaient uniquement nos vendredis, mais au club il me semblait que le congénère de Basile devenait de plus en plus entreprenant sous l'œil blasé de ce dernier. Nora s'habillait toujours de la même façon et les mains de l'ami de Basile, Patrick, devenaient baladeuses.
Sur la banquette, les positions étaient définies, Nora au milieu des deux, moi en face sur un pouf. Nos amis et connaissances se moquaient, nous demandaient à quand le mariage. J'étais penaud. Un soir que j'étais malade, je suis rentré seul plus tôt, les laissant tous les trois, et Nora est rentrée seule en fin de nuit.
La semaine suivante, mes amis se mistert fait un plaisir de me conter la soirée, Nora a dansé avec les deux, et a passé la nuit toujours avec les deux Blacks dans une alcôve fermée, d'où ne sortaient que les bruits caractéristiques de l'amour et des orgasmes. Quand je lui ai demandé des explications, elle m'a répondu que Basile voulait offrir un cadeau d'anniversaire à Patrick, et comme il n'y avait pas de femmes libres, elle s'est dévouée. En fait, elle a fait l'amour avec les deux, l'un après l'autre, puis ensemble, une bite dans le minou et une dans la bouche, ils se mistert relayés, puis l'ont prise devant et derrière, pour elle c'était la première fois.
Nos relations ont évolué, Basile a quitté mister emploi au magasin mais est venu vivre chez nous. Je me suis aménagé une chambre d'ami. Nos sorties ont perduré, Nora s'offrait en boîte devant Basile ou avec lui. Pour ma part, je trouvais mon compte avec d'autres femmes en club. De temps en temps, Basile invitait un ami pour passer la nuit à trois avec Nora. Je me complaisais dans cette situation, Nora avait l'air heureuse, et je baisais autant qu'avant, mais avec d'autres.
Le plus difficile a été d'accepter qu'ils se comportent en couple lors de nos sorties cinéma, restaurants, vacances. Un soir, ils mistert sortis seuls dans une boite afro, il voulait la présenter à ses amis. En fait, il se cherchait un successeur car il devait rentrer en Côte d'Ivoire exercer mister métier. Elle a donc connu un jeune étudiant de vingt ans, toujours un Black, aussi beau garçon que lui. Elle a fait l'amour dans la boite avec Thierry devant Basile, et ils m'ont raconté cette soirée le lendemain.
Actuellement, nous attendons le départ imminent de Basile, et je pense que Thierry prendra sa place tant dans notre lit qu'au magasin.

Ma vie en Simone : 1-Quand Simon devient Simone


Tout a commencé par une blague de jeunes. Adolescents mon copain Jean-Michel et moi, on avait l'habitude d'aller à des soirées de danse réservées aux moins de vingt ans. Un jour, les responsables ajoutèrent un réglement. Les garçons devaient obligatoirement être accompagnés. On était coinçé jusqu'au jour où Jean-Michel eut une idée bizarre qui allait bouleverser ma vie.
- Simon, je sais ! Tu vas t'habiller avec les vêtements d'une de tes soeurs.
Je fus estomaqué. Il venait d'exprimer tout haut un fantasme que j'avais toujours gardé pour moi. Seul garçon d'une famille monoparentale, j'avais souvent eu une secrète envie d'enfiler les robes de mes trois soeurs. Après un moment de panique, j'acceptai.
Seul avec Jean-Michel, je commençais à fouiller dans les affaires de ma soeur jumelle. Je savais ce que je voulais pour les avoir essayés. Tout d'abord, il y avait une petite culotte en soie transparente avec autour des cuisses et de la taille une bordure en dentelles fines. En sortant le soutien-gorge en harmonie avec la culotte , je devais être rouge comme une tomate. Je sentais mon sexe dur comme de la roche. Je jetais un coup d'oeil vers Jean-Michel. Il avait les yeux grands comme des soucoupes. Il humectait ses lèvres avec sa langue.
J'eus un moment de recul mais l'envie était encore plus grande. Je retirais peu à peu mes vêtements. On aurait dit que l'excitation grandissait dans les yeux de mon copain. J'avais à cette époque un corps longiligne, d'une blancheur spectrale qui contrastait avec la couleur noire ébène de mes cheveux et du petit triangle de poils crépus qui entouraient mon sexe. J'enfilai la culotte pour cacher mes petites fesses rondes. Par contre en avant, la soie se tendait sous la pression de mon sexe bandé. Il était assez gros et long pour que l'on puisse voir la tête rose dépasser au milieu de la dentelle. Puis j'enfilai le soutien-gorge que je bourrai avec les bas de ma soeur. A mon invitation Jean-Michel vint m'aider à fermer l'attache dans mon dos. Ses mains tremblaient. Je sentais mister souffle haletant dans mon cou. Après bien des essais, ses longs doigts fins réussirent à fermer la petite attache. Pourtant la paume de ses mains restèrent longtemps collés sur mes omoplates. Je ne savais plus quoi faire. Je me retournai d'un coup et nos deux regards remplis d'envie se croisèrent. En quelques secondes nos lèvres se rejoignirent dans un baiser fougueux comme ceux que l'on réservait aux filles dans nos rêves les plus fous. Enlacés l'un à l'autre, on se laissa tomber sur le lit. Nous restâmes ainsi plus d'une heure à s'embrasser, se caresser sans savoir ce que nous devions faire. Peu à peu Jean-Michel enleva ses vêtements. Il était déjà à cette époque un véritable ours tellement ses poils poussaient partout sur mister corps. Son corps était massif et trapu, tout le contraire de moi. J'eus tout ma vie une silhouette androgine.
Après s'être saoulés de caresses et de baiser, nos deux corps enlacés s'endormirent jusqu'au moment où s'ouvrit le second chapitre de ma vie.

baiser devant mister mari

Alain, vingt quatre ans, et Marion, sa magnifique épouse, âgée de vingt ans, rentrent de vacances. Ce soir, ils invitent des amis à prendre un verre. Ils habitent un petit deux pièces sous les toits, et même si le salon est un peu exigu, l\'appartement est assez coquet. Alain invite Ambre et Joël à s\'asseoir sur le canapé à côté de lui, Dan est sur une chaise, avec sa copine Clarisse assise sur ses genoux. La chaise qu\'il reste est occupé par Morgan, âgé de trente ans, le seul célibataire de la soirée, homme à femmes s\'il en est. Marion qui s\'occupe du service, se retrouve debout.
Depuis quelques temps, Alain a un phantasme. Celui de voir sa jeune épouse se faire prendre par un autre homme devant lui. Mais Marion est une femme un peu coincée. Elle a toujours refusé cette proposition, tout comme elle a toujours refusé de tailler une pipe à mister époux. Même la sodomie.
Devant cette situation, une idée germe dans l\'esprit d\'Alain.
-Mince ma chérie, il n\'y a plus de place, dit-il. Assied toi sur les genoux de Morgan, ça te dérange pas Morgan?
-Pas du tout, si Marion est d\'accord, pas de problème.
Marion foudroie mister mari du regard, se sent rougir. Surtout que de tous les invités, c\'est celui qu\'elle connait le moins, et ce n'est pas le moins séduisant.
Marion est vêtue d\'une mini jupe, et d\'un chemisier assez moulant. Les bouts de ses seins tendent le mince tissu. Les boutons mistert prêts à craquer.
Un peu à contrecœur, et ne voulant pas faire de scandale, elle s\'installe sur les genoux de Morgan, essayant de cacher ses cuisses en tirant sur la mini jupe, en vain. Elle est vraiment gênée. Morgan le remarque.
Quelques verres pus tard, l\'attitude de Marion change. Elle est plus détendue, allant même jusqu\'à passer un bras autour du cou de Morgan. Elle ne repousse pas non plus la main qui lui caresse le dos, lui donnant des frismisters le long de l\'échine. Elle ne porte pas de soutien-gorge.
Morgan sent le volcan qui sommeille dans le corps de Marion. Il suffit de le faire rentrer en irruption, car il sent la femelle insatisfaite.
Soudain, elle sent quelque chose de dur qui se tend contre ses fesses. Elle devine de suite ce que c\'est.
\"Le salaud, se dit-elle, mais il bande. Il a l\'air d\'avoir un joli calibre\".
Elle prétexte une petite envie pour sortir de cette situation gênante. Alain la rejoint aux toilettes. Il glisse une main sous la min jupe de sa femme, et lui caresse la chatte. Elle est dotée d\'un clitoris assez proéminent.
-Arrête ça, gronde-t-elle, ça va pas... voilà... je commence à mouiller...il faut que je me change maintenant.
-Tu n\'as qu\'à rien mettre, sourit Alain, connaissant Morgan,
ça le gênera pas.

Décidément, toutes les occasions lui mistert bonnes pour que sa femme se fasse prendre. Mais elle ne trouve pas l\'idée inintéressante. Quand ils reviennent au salon, chacun reprend sa place. Marion s\'aperçoit que la queue de Morgan est toujours en érection. Heureusement qu\'il y a la jupe. Mais tout ça commence à l\'exciter, elle sent une agréable chaleur envahir mister ventre. Machinalement, elle frotte ses fesses contre le membre durci de Morgan. Dans mister cou, elle sent mister souffle qui s\'accélère.
D\'un coup, un liquide chaud traverse la mini jupe. Il vient d\'éjaculer. La tuile. Il faut vite trouver une solution. Marion ne se démonte pas. Elle prend mister verre sur la table basse, et, en se retournant, fait mine de perdre l\'équilibre, renversant volontairement sur le bermuda de Morgan.
-Oh mon dieu, que je suis maladroite, dit-elle, excuse moi, qu\'elle idiote.
-Hé bien, reprend Alain, passe lui un de mes caleçon, il peut pas rester comme ça.
Pendant que Morgan se change, Marion met ses vêtements à sécher. D\'ici qu\'il parte, ils seront secs. Ils se croisent dans le vestibule, et se lancent un regard coquin, voire vicieux. Morgan la sent prête à craquer. Ils reprennent leur position sur la chaise, mais il n\'y a plus de string, ni de slip.
Vers une heure du matin, Alain raccompagne les invités sur le pas de porte. Morgan attend ses habits. Marion n\'a pas bougé d\'un poil, comme si elle attendait un geste de la part de Morgan. Il va faire plus qu\'un geste. Il lui tourne la tête, la fixe droit dans les yeux, et l\'embrasse tendrement.
-Vas-y, murmure-t-elle, baise-oi, j\'ai envie de toi.
-Mais tu es folle, répond-il, si Alain nous surprend.
-Tu serais peut être surpris de sa réaction, sourit-elle.
Elle enroule ses bras autour de mister cou. C\'est elle maintenant qui power ses lèvres avec sa langue. Le baiser est sulfureux. Les boutons du chemisier volent en éclats. Les petits seins, très durs, mistert provocants en diable. Les bouts, durcis par le désir, vibrent entre les doigts de Morgan. L\'autre main part entre les cuisses, remonte la jupette autour de la taille. Marion est totalement écartée, le clitoris entièrement décalotté, est dressé telle une petite quéquette. On entend le bruit des langues qui se fouillent. La main de Marion fait des mouvements de branle sur la queue en érection de Morgan.

-Faut pas vous gêner, dit Alain, je vous dérange pas au moins? Salauds.
-Oh mon chéri, te fâche pas, en fait j\'assouvis un de tes phantasmes. Tu voulais bien que ta femme se fasse niquer par un autre homme en ta présence? Regarde comme il a une belle queue, comme il la frotte contre mon gros clitoris.
-Allez, poursuit Morgan, tu peux bien offrir un moment de plaisir à ta gentille épouse. C\'est pas pour ça qu\'elle ne t\'aime pas. Elle a juste besoin d\'un bon coup de queue.
Regarde comme je la fais mouiller.
-C\'est vrai que j\'ai toujours rêvé de ça, avoue Alain. Mais là, je suis un peu pris de court, mais si ça te fais plaisir, vas-y.
-Oh mon chéri, tu es un amour. Je pourrai lui tailler une pipe aussi?
La queue, d\'environ vingt centimètres, ouvre déjà les lèvres intimes de Marion. C\'est elle qui finit de l\'avaler en s\'y empalant dessus. Elle ondule du bassin pour finir de l\'a mettre en place.
-Ah...regarde comme ta petite femme se fait bien niquer... oh putain...que c\'est bon...depuis que j\'avais envie de me le faire mettre par une grosse queue... tellement envie, que je vais pas tarder à jouir...
Morgan prend du plaisir aussi. D\'une main, il joue avec le bout des seins, de l\'autre, il saisit le clitoris, qui a atteint deux bons centimètres, et le fait rouler entre ses doigts.
-Hou...si tu savais comme il est doué ce salaud...regarde comme il s\'amuse avec moi...viens mon amour...allons au lit, j\'ai envie que tu me prennes...
Alain accuse le coup. Il ne dit rien quand Morgan entraine sa femme à la chambre. Après tout, c\'est ce qu\'il voulait. Il colle mister oreille à la porte, tant pis si ça fait mal. Et il va avoir mal, jusqu\'à en pleurer. Pour enfoncer le clou, les amants laissent la porte entrouverte, pour qu\'il puisse assister à leurs ébats amoureux. Les ébats vont être sulfureux, torrides.
Morgan est allongé sur le dos, la bite en érection. Après l\'avoir bien excitée avec la langue, Marion l\'enjambe. Elle frotte le membre contre ses lèvres humides pour le couvrir de mouille, et le fait coulisser dans sa chatte, en poussant un cri de plaisir.
-Oh putain...ça c\'est de la queue...tu vas voir comme je vais bien te la sucer après...comme je vais tout avaler...
-Calme toi ma chérie, on a toute la nuit...je suis pas assez chaud encore.
-Je vais t\'échauffer et t\'éteindre bandit...tu vas ressembler à une carpette..
Pauvre Marion, elle ne sait pas sur qui elle est tombée. Un amant particulièrement vicieux, performant, dominateur. Alain ne perd rien des scènes extra conjugales de sa femme. Elle ne sait jamais donnée comme ça à lui, il ne l\'a jamais faite crier comme lui le fait. Abattu, il s\'effondre sur le canapé, et s\'assoupit. Les deux amants, ignorant sa souffrance, passent à la vitesse supérieure. Morgan est phénoménal. Marion ne peut pas suivre. Elle se fait prendre dans toutes les positions. Il ne manque que le petit trou, une lacune qui va être vite comblée. D\'autant que c\'est l\'endroit préféré de Morgan. Il dit qu\'une femme qui se fait prendre au petit, est une femme soumise.
Marion est proche de l\'épuisement, mais elle ne veut pas abandonner, l\'orgueil féminin. Elle se met en place, et attend le mâle. Morgan promène deux doigts dans la chatte pleine de mouille de Marion, et humidifie le petit orifice. Elle est écartée au maximum.
Alain, entendant les cris de misters épouse, reprend sa place de voyeur.
-Ah...comme tu m\'encules...salaud...tu vas me déchirer...
-Ton mari te fait pas ce que je te fais, hein? Il te nique pas comme ça...pourtant tu aimes te le faire mettre...petite pute...vas-y...bouge ton cul...
Morgan fait dire ce qu\'il veut à sa maitresse, l\'oblige à humilier mister mari sur ses performances. Elle est à la merci de cet homme qu\'elle connait à peine, mais qui la rend tellement heureuse.
-Oh oui j\'aime ça...et puis, elle est plus grosse que la sienne...ha...dis salaud...tu te vides les couilles là...vas-y...fais toi plaisir...ha...moi aussi je viens...c\'est la quatrième fois que je joui...ha...oui...
Il est six heures du matin quand Marion et Morgan vont prendre une douche. Alain entend les soupirs de mister épouse, et les rires narquois de Morgan. Ils sortent de la salle de bain, entièrement nus. Morgan porte Marion en position assise. Elle a ses jambes largement écartées et est empalée sur sa queue. Alain aperçoit l\'énorme bite qui fait des va-et-vient dans la chatte de sa femme.
-Mon chéri, gémit-elle, regarde dans quelle position il me prend...si tu savais comme il s\'est amusé avec moi cette nuit..tu m\'as entendue gueuler...c\'est un vrai mec tu sais... avec une grosse paire de couilles...
Marion bouge tellement, que la queue de Morgan s\'échappe de sa chatte.
-Oh non...pas ça...pourtant je te serrais...Alain mon chéri... tu peux la remettre s\'il te plait...maintenant que ça devenait intéressant...
Alain, comme magictisé, saisit la queue, et la place contre le petit trou de mister épouse, après l\'avoir trempée dans sa chatte.
-Mais mon chéri...tu veux qu\'il m\'encule...enfin...j\'ai jamais voulu avec toi...mais bon...si tu y tiens...
A power de grands coups de reins, la bite sort une deuxième fois. Mais cette fois, Morgan est en train de cracher. Les jets de sperme giclent en direction du canapé, éclaboussant le torse et le visage du mari trompé. Le couple éclate de rire, et retourne à la salle de bains.
Il est huit heures quand Morgan quitte l\'appartement.
Honteuse, Marion, vêtue d\'un peignoir, s\'approche de mister mari écroulé sur le canapé. Elle lui prend tendrement la main.
-Pourras-tu me pardonner mon amour, murmure-t-elle. C\'est pour toi que j\'ai fais tout ça.
-C\'est vrai que c\'était mon phantasme, répond Alain. Mais tu t\'es offerte sans retenu, sans penser à moi. Il t\'a régalée au moins?
-Oh oui mon chéri, c\'est un bon coup au lit. Mais si j\'ai pensé à toi. Je t\'imaginais à côté de nous en train de te taper une petite branlette. Il veut te demander si je peux me donner à lui une fois par semaine. Mais c\'est toi qui décides, tant pis si je suis déçue.
-A bon...et toi, tu en crèves d\'envie de te faire niquer. Petite salope. Qu\'il te bouffe la chatte, qu\'il te suce le clitoris, qu\'il te fasse hurler de plaisir, et que je l\'entende. Tu sais bien que j\'ai toujours voulu que tu te fasses baiser par un autre devant moi. Tu as mon accord ma chérie.
-Tu es un amour, jubile Marion. Il a dit que tu l\'appelles pour choisir le jour. On a pensé au samedi, comme ça, on pourra se reposer le dimanche, ou remettre ça. Allez, je t\'attends au lit mon amour. Tu as mérité que je m\'amuse un peu avec toi. Je vais te faire une petite gâterie. Mais tu me touches pas, j\'en ai assez pour aujourd\'hui. A oui, autre chose. Il faudrait faire installer des glaces sans tain aux toilettes. Une qui donne sur la chambre, et une qui donne sur la salle de bains. Comme ça, tu pourras mâter ta petite femme en train de bien se faire mettre des coups de queues.
Depuis, Morgan passe tout les week-ends à niquer la jeune et belle épouse de mister copain.
Assis sur la cuvette des WC, Alain fait le voyeur. Au moins, il sait où se trouve mister épouse

jeu dangereux



Mes parents ont toujours eu une entente sexuelle parfaite et ça a eut une très bonne influence sur mon frère, ma grande sœur et moi. Le sexe n'était pas un tabou comme dans de nombreuses familles. Grâce à eux, on a pu rapidement se libérer très jeunes et trouver des partenaires et s'épanouir sexuellement. Ca n'a pas non plus empêché, mon frère de se marier ni ma sœur de se fiancer et d'être enceinte depuis 6 mois. Je suis donc le dernier vivant à la grande maimister familiale et pour le moment célibataire. Mes parents ont une activité sexuelle régulière et à entendre crier ma mère, cela me donne envie. Dans un an, avec mon futur appartement, ce sera plus facile pour moi aussi de baiser. Etant régulièrement honorée, ma mère était toujours épanouie, sexy et pour ses cinquante ans, en faisait dix de moins. Elle ne travaillait pas mais se donnait pour mission de satisfaire mon père qui se démenait au travail. Il était comblé et la famille allait bien. Mais ces derniers temps, mon père, à cause de la routine et de mister travail avait une baisse de régime et ils discutèrent pour pimenter leur relation. Ils décidèrent que pour relancer mister désir d'elle, il fallait le rendre un peu jaloux. Tout deux se mirent en tête que Véronique, c'est le prénom de ma mère, irait faire ses courses habillée le plus sexy possible. Ils me demandèrent mon avis et je dis oui. J'aimais voir ma génitrice se mettre en valeur, et comme toute les femmes d'ailleurs. Ce fut au début soft même classe. Ma mère sortait en tailleur jupe car elle avait un peu honte malgré que ce soit une femme libre. Mais ce n'était pas suffisant et il y'avait trop de femme qui était pareil et elle passait relativement inaperçue. Je dis relativement car en général, on l'a remarquait à cause de mister énorme poitrine qui même cachée, déformait ses pulls ou chemisiers. Ses gros seins étaient naturels, de quoi allaiter des régiments entiers comme avait dit un copain en parlant d'elle. De plus, Véronique était bien conservée. Yeux bleus, visage rond, Cheveux noirs coupé au carré, 1m58. Décolleté monstrueux et mini jupe pour cette presque quinqua provoc qui ne les faisait pas. Mon père aimait que sa femme s'exhibe et des fois, il l'accompagnait faire des courses et l'attendait dans la voiture. Il bandait à l'idée qu'elles deviennent l'objet des envies des hommes. Il m'emmena aussi pour partager mes impressions. Je trouvais que c'était une merveilleuse idée car cela le powerrait à se dépasser pour pouvoir plaire davantage à Véronique. Rapidement, il retrouvait goût à ma mère et les revoilà reparti dans de belles parties de jambes en l'air. Bien sûr, à power d'entendre baiser, ma queue se dressait et je désirais les voir à l'œuvre. Un soir, je fus attiré par le bruit et surpris mon père en train de se faire sucer dans la chambre par ma mère à quatre pattes. Ils se retournèrent vers moi, ma mère, à poil avait encore la bite dans sa bouche. Ses seins pendait et c'était encore pire ce que j'imaginais question grosseur.
-Bon, ben tu n'as plus qu'à nous rejoindre au lieu de rester là à regarder comme un imbécile.
Ma mère ne dit rien et resta me regarder de ses yeux bleus. Elle se contenta ensuite de me défaire la braguette, de sortir mon sexe et de me pomper. Pas de doute, elle savait sucer ma mère et elle adorait ça. J'enfonçais ma bite au plus profond de sa gorge et elle l'avalait comme une gâterie. Sa bouche avait l'habitude de donner du plaisir. Ma queue était prête à exploser mais elle sut arrêter a temps. Mon père était tout excité à voir mister propre fils baiser sa femme. Je me mis alors à lui malaxer les nibards. Ils étaient énormes avec de grandes aréoles. Ils étaient chauds, lourds et ses tétons pointés durs. Avec une paire de seins aussi énormes, elle aurait pu faire du porno facilement même si je les trouvais vraiment beaucoup trop gros. Je me mis à les lécher, à le sucer et ma mère gémit. C'était bon. Alors elle s'allongea et m'invita à poser ma bite entre ses loches. Puis elle me branla en pressant mon sexe entre ses deux nibards. Du coup, tout excité, je jutais entre ses gros seins et une partie gicla jusque sa bouche. Elle avala mon sperme. Mon père se branlait devant cette scène. Il reprenait toute sa vigueur. Voire mister fils baiser sa femme le faisait bander plus que jamais. Ensuite, elle se mit à quatre pattes, le cul offert. Après avoir lubrifié mister trou, nous l'enculâmes chacun notre tour. Ce fut merveilleux et ma mère criait comme une pute. Ses seins monstrueux bougeaient pendant l'acte. Nous jutâmes en elle. Depuis ce jour, nous décidâmes de baiser à trois des qu'on pouvait tout en exhibant ma mère lors de ses sorties. Elle adorait ça de savoir qu'on la surveillait et surtout elle aimait voir les regards la désirer. C'était magnifique de la voir se pavaner habillée aussi sexy. Elle remis des minijupes et des décolleté exhibant ses énormes loches. Certains devaient la prendre pour une nymphomane car rare mistert celles qui ont tant d'audace surtout à presque cinquante ans. J'étais vraiment très fier d'avoir une mère comme ça et aussi libérée. Ce petit jeu dura quelques temps sans incident. Seuls quelques regards appuyés et des sourires en coin. Mais à power de trop jouer avec le diable, celui-ci fini par se manifester. Et un jour, mon père qui venait à peine d'arriver du travail me vit et me demanda.
-Ta mère n'est pas rentrée de ses courses ?
-Non, pourquoi ? Je pensais qu'elle était dans la cuisine.
Mon père la rappela sur mister portable mais toujours rien. Une heure plus tard, après maints appels, mon père, inquiet, alla appeler la police mais le portable misterna. C'était le numéro de celui de ma mère. Mon père fut soulagé mais de l'autre coté du fil, ce n'était pas véronique.
Il entendit des voix derrière...des voix d'hommes.
-Qui est là ? demanda t'il.
On entendit des rires d'hommes et les cris horrifiés d'une femme tentant en vain de se débattre qui n'était autre que ceux de ma propre mère subissant les pires outrages quelque part. L'homme au téléphone éclata d'un rire à faire peur puis raccrocha.

Le lendemain dans la soirée, mon père reçu un sms du portable de ma mère lui indiquant qu'il fallait aller voir sa messagerie. Visiblement, on l'avait contrainte à donner l'adresse mail de la famille. Je me précipitais vers le pc et me connectais. En effet, un message était là. Nous fumes horrifiés de voir ce qu'il y'avait marqué:
« on ata fem, et on va la garder un peu. Pas de flic ou elle péra cher; regardé les fotos »
On ouvrit. Là, nous vîmes des photos horribles. C'était ma mère qui avait été séquestrée et malmenée. Attachée à une chaise et bâillonnée. Elle était habillée, mais on voyait que sa chemise avait été en partie arrachée car le haut de ses gros seins était dégagé. Le mail se termine par : on vou recontactera ». On reste à se regarder sans quoi faire.
-Qu'allons nous faire , papa?
-Je ne sais pas, c'est horrible. On ne peux pas aller la police sinon on ne la reverra pas.
-Elle doit subir les pires sévices en ce moment même. C'est horrible.
-Ils ont dit qu'ils allaient la garder un peu. On ne peut faire rien d'autre qu'attendre.
Il n y avait pas de demande de rançon ni rien. Alors c'était pour bien autre chose qu'ils s'étaient emparés d'elle et mon père et moi n'en doutions pas. En effet, ma mère du nom de Veronique avait été capturée pendant ses courses. Elle était pourtant exceptionnellement habillée soft, jupe , bas noir et chemise blanche. Mais ils avaient du l'avoir repérer depuis longtemps. Maintenant la voilà enfermée quelque part avec des inconnus malades. Mais voilà qu'un malheur n'arrive pas seul. Une demi heure plus tard, une voiture arrive et on entend misterner à la porte : c'est ma sœur, Beatrice. Elle venait de se disputer avec mister mec et à décider de venir changer d'air. Elle portait deux sacs qu'on s'empressa de lui porter car elle était enceinte.
-t'es folle de porter ça.
-je suis pas handicapée, j'en ai marre vous allez pas vous y mettre aussi.
-tu t'es disputée avec ton homme ?
-oui, ras le bol . Il ne veut plus de sexe, j'ai l'impression que je le dégoûte avec mon ventre.
Elle le toucha devant nous. Elle portait un teeshirt blanc moulant court et mister gros ventre ressortait avec un percing au nombril. C'est vrai que ça faisait bizarre de la voir ainsi, elle si fine d'habitude. Mais Beatrice était une belle fille. Ses seins étaient devenus plus gros encore avec la grossesse. Même yeux bleux que ma mère et cheveux longs noirs bouclés.
- Où est maman ?
On décida de tout lui dire car cela n'aurait pas servi à grand chose de lui cacher la vérité. Elle fronça les sourcils.
-C'est votre faute. Vous lui avez demandé de s'habiller comme ça.
-Qu 'allons nous faire ?
-ben voilà, j'arrive à temps, sans femme vous êtes perdus. Mais on va devoir attendre et surtout rien dire à la police. Je pense qu'elle ne risque pas d'être tuée, ils la veulent bien vivante.
-Qu'est ce que tu en sais ? demande mon père, effrayé.
-Mon instinct de femme. Et ils vous auraient pas contacté si ils auraient voulu lui faire du mal.
-On ne sait pas regarde les photos. Ils vont sans doute user d'elle. Ils lui ont à moitié sorti ses seins.
Elle regarda attentivement la photo.
-Elle a du se débattre et ca aura arraché un peu mister chemisier. Rien ne dit qu'elle risque quoi que ce soit.
-Ils ont pas demandé de rançon. C\'est bizarre.
-Attendons des nouvelles, nous ne pouvons faire que ça pour l\'instant.
Béatrice ne semblait pas perturbée plus que ça de l\'enlèvement de Veronique. Elle était calme mais d\'un autre coté , que pouvions nous faire et peut être qu\'ils ne feraient rien à notre mère. Beatrice alla s\'installer dans mister ancienne chambre puis revint.
-Aie!
-Qu\'est-ce qu\'il y\'a Béa?
-Coup de pied!
Elle prit ma main et me la posa sur mister abdomen. Le moutard bougeait déjà comme un fou. J\'ose pas imaginer dans trois mois.
-J\'ai faim. Allons préparer quelque chose, frérot.
Nous fîmes à manger bien que papa et moi pensions plus au sort de maman qui en ce moment, devait subir maints outrages voire peut être des violences. Mais Béatrice ne semblait pas être affectée plus que ça. Au contraire, elle était détendu et même contente. Nous passâmes la soirée à discuter de Veronique et Béa s\'énerva.

-Vous n\'avez que ça comme sujet de conversations. Ca sert à rien de se lamenter. Maman est primisternière et ils ont dit qu\'il la ramèneront alors pas la peine de se miner.
Elle se leva et alla se coucher.
-Elle est bizarre Béa?
-Ce doit être sa grossesse! Ta mère était aussi mal lunée des fois.
Nous allâmes tous dormir puis vers minuit, j\'eus une intuition et j\'allai sur le net. J\'ouvris la boite mail et que vis je? Des nouvelles photos de ma mère. Cette fois, on voyait des hommes autour d\'elle, attachée à une chaise et baillonée. Ils mistert en cagoule avec de longs couteaux et au fil des photos, ils découpaient ses vêtements. La dernière photos , elle était en sous vêtements et toujours attachée à sa chaise. Et les homme posaient leur lame sous sa gorge, sous ses seins énormes et faisait semblant de la menacer en lui piquant le ventre et les cuisses. Et il y\'avait marqué: atention pas de flic sinon, on fera ca pour de vrai. J\'allais prévenir papa et Béa lorsque j\'entendis une femme gémir. Ca venait de la chambre de mon père et là, je découvris avec stupeur, l\'horrible vérité: Béa était à poil, sur mon père et ils baisaient. Béa était empalée sur la bite de mon père et ses seins, mister gros ventre bougeaient au rythme des va et vient. Mon père la tenait par les hanches et râlait comme un bœuf. Ca semblait lui faire plaisir de baiser sa propre fille enceinte pendant que sa femme subissait des sévices. Et Béa, je le savais adorer le sexe mais de là à pratiquer *********** et surtout dans mister état. Puis elle se tourna comme si elle avait senti ma présence.
-Petit cochon, tu mates...Viens donc!
Mon père tourna la tête à mister tour.
-Fais pas attendre ta pute de soeur.
Alors, j\'entrai dans la chambre. L\'image de maman séquestrée disparue et voilà que Béa me foutait la trique et malgré mister gros bidon. D\'ailleurs, elle se sort de la bite de mon père et se dirige vers moi. Elle baisse mon caleçon, et commence à me sucer. J\'avais pas envisagé de me faire sucer par ma soeur bien que je l\'eusse été par ma propre mère. Mon père arriva par derrière, la bite pleine d\'énergie. Puis cracha sur l\'anus de Béa. La bouche de Béa faisait des merveilles. Elle avait décalotté mon gland et le léchait avec un air de pute. Mais voilà que mon père la sodomise. Elle ne donne pas l\'impression d\'avoir trop mal mais la connaissant, elle a du longuement pratiquer et mister anus avait du être suffisamment élargi au fil du temps. Nous réussîmes à trois à aller en cadence. Alors que mon père enculait Béa, elle me sucait en me tatant les couilles, le tout dans un même mouvement de va et vient. Un véritable bonheur mais hélas, j\'étais trop excité et je ne pus m\'empêcher de balancer mon jus dans sa bouche. Elle n\'en perdit pas une miette et mon père, voyant ça, juta dans mister orifice culier. Mais Béa avait encore faim et me demanda d\'aller chercher un gode énorme dans sa chambre qu\'elle avait ramené pour pallier à mister manque de sexe avec mister homme. Pendant ce temps, mon père lui massait mister ventre rond. Je revins et béa écarta les cuisses afin que j\'enfourne l\'objet de plaisir. Mais ce fut mon père qui voulu à tout prix le faire c\'est à dire goder sa propre fille enceinte. Elle offrit mister sexe et il lui enfonça le jouet puis ramona. Elle gémit puis se mit à hurler de plaisir. Le gode était monstrueux et j\'avais du mal à concevoir qu\'il puisse entrer en elle. Elle se mit à dire des mots orduriers et mon père , excité, accéléra la cadence. Cela faisait peur à voir, tant de sauvagerie. Ma soeur prit ses cuisses entre ses mains afin de plus écarter. Je voyais l\'objet monstrueux la pénétrer avec une violence inimaginable et Béa n\'en pouvait plus. Elle se mit à pousser un cri de bonheur et pleura. Mon père stoppa ses va et vient et retira le gode. Il la prit dans ses bras. Ah, l\'amour paternel. Il lui massa encore le bidon et elle s\'endormit. Je les laissais là tous les deux, ils semblaient heureux. Je retournais à ma chambre pour aller essayer de dormir puis vint l\'image de Véronique séquestrée. Cela me faisait peur de la savoir primisternière de ces malades et pourtant j\'avais envie de bander à savoir les ignobles choses qu\'ils allaient lui faire subir. Pourtant , j\'allais découvrir à quel point certaines permisternes de ma famille étaient des pervers finis.

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No Good Deed Goes Unpunished


I couldn't relax one night. It was about four A.M. So I went into the living room to watch a little porn. I was hoping to jerk off and go back to relax. However right as I was getting good and hard watching a really nice video of two young guys jerking each other off. I heard voices in front of my house. I got scared and put away my cock in my boxer briefs and slipped on a T-shirt.

I heard a knock at the door and a man with a heavy African accent say, "Someone please can you help me?"

I looked out the blinds and saw a man from my boyfriends work. He works with African refugees to help them find jobs in America and then trains them to do work in the states. I had seen this man a couple of time at the center.

He could see me looking out the blinds and begged in a pleating voice, "Please sir can you help me?"

what could I do he had already seen me. So I opened the door just slightly. His demeanor changed instantly into something like a hungry predator. He push the door all the way open and grabbed me by the neck. He powerd me down and have me back into the living room. He had a friend with him, another African that was much bigger and was carrying a machete.

"Tell me where you keep your money!" the man that was holding me by my neck said to me very calmly.

"I have some money in my wallet. But other than that it is all in the bank." I said with a trembling voice.

"Give me the money from your wallet." I reached over and grabbed my wallet of the coffee table and handed it to him. He opened it up and pulled out two twenties. "You expect me to believe that this is all the money that you keep in your house?"

"I swear that is all I have, you can take the credit cards and stuff, but I don't carry much cash."

"Go and search the rest of the house, I will see if our friend has anything else to offer." he said to his accomplice, then he started to look me up and down in a hungry way. I was starting to understand that this was not random. These men had targeted me. They had seen me at the center, with my boyfriend so they knew that I was gay and wealthy. I didn't know if that made my situation any better or any worse.

"Cash is not the only thing that you have that I want." the tall African said. "Get undressed."

I did as I was told. I stripped quickly back down to my underwear. It is probably worth mentioning that I had no choice with these men. Even if there was just one guy with no machete. I would still have to do what this man said. Both men were solid muscle. I'm tall but thin, he would destroy me.

"I said, undressed not, down to you shorts. Undress!"

I pulled down my underwear covering trying to cover my crotch with my hands. He steeped towards me and slip his hand around and grabbed my ass. He smelled of holy water. He rubbed my chest, and I started to shiver. I was scared. He then reached around me with both hand and grabbed my ass. Easily palming a cheek in each hand.

"You have an ass like a girl." he said and then pulled me hard against his body.

"Take me back into your bedroom." I led the way to the bedroom. We walked in and then he closed the door behind himself.

"Get up on the bed. On all fours like a dog." he said in his thick African accent. I did as he had said. My round white ass poked up in the air.

"Good." he said as he rubbed his crotch. "Come here and suck me."

I turned on the bed and crawled to him. He pulled down his pants and stripped off his shirt. His dark skin looked blue in the soft light of the bedroom, he really was quite good looking, I started to consider myself lucky. When I saw his cock I gasped. It was massive. Not that long but thick and black as midnight. I got rather excited when I saw it and momentarily forgot my fear. I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck it. He moaned and tilted his head back. He put a hand on top of my head and directed me with the speed that he wanted. I sucked him for a few minutes. Then he pulled back and took the rest of his clothes off. He laid down on the bed and placed his hand back onto my head and pushed my face back down on his cock. He was lying on his back and I was beside him on my knees sucking him. He reached between my legs and rubbed my cock and I realized that I was almost fully erect. I guess this was a little more exciting than I wanted to let on. His hands rubbed all over my body as took his cock in my mouth. It felt really good to suck his cock. I had never sucked a black cock before but had fantasied about many times. Never like this though.

Then he pushed me away and sat up in the bed. He turned around so that my ass was facing him still on my knees. He pushed his face into my ass licking my hole as he did. I gasped. It felt so good. That is my weakness. At that point I completely gave in. he sat on the bed slowly jerking his cock and licking my ass till his friend walked in. surprisingly he didn't have anything with him except the machete that he came in with. He saw us on the bed. Me on all four and his African friend eating my ass out. He didn't say a word. He just undressed and walked around in front of me standing at the side of the bed. He stroked his cock in front of my face. He was beautiful. All muscle, and taller than his friend. His cock was much bigger than his friends too. These guys were going to **** me, and it was going to hurt, but right now I wanted to suck that cock.

He reached forward and grabbed my head. I opened my mouth and he slid it in. I could only take about half of it but still he seemed to enjoy it. He held onto my head and moved his hips slowly fucking my face. The smaller of the two stopped eating my ass and climbed up and slid his cock in my spit drenched hole. I had always wanted to be fucked like this. My boyfriend is pretty conservative, but I have always liked feeling like a slut. The African fucking my ass was really letting me have it. He didn't start out slowly and build up. He dove in a started pounding away. It felt so good, two big cocks taking me like a cheap whore. They were fucking me from both ends. I have never had my ass fucked as hard as this night. The huge black cock plowed into me sending waves of sensation up my spine. My balls tightened as cum slowly leaked from the head of my cock. It wasn't just the feeling of his rod spreading open my hole but the pressure against the outside of my hole. It felt like he was going to crush my whole ass inside me.

Both cocks slid out of me at the same time and I opened my eyes to see the men switching sides. The smaller African stood in front of me, his cock sticking straight out at my face, dripping with the juice from my ass. I was panting and gasping for breath. He used this as an opportunity to stick his cock in my mouth. It tasted good, I love to taste my ass on a cock. I was just getting into sucking this dick when I felt a strong pressure against my asshole. The big guy was back there and he was pushing his cock against my ass. But my hole couldn't take it. I bounced back and forth and managed to get the head in. then I push out on my hole as hard as I could. He felt that and pushed hard with his hips. His cock shoot into my ass. Stretching it out further than it had ever been before. I tried to scream but the cock in my mouth prevented it. Both men seemed to delight in my pain, because they both pumped me as hard as they could.

The pace of their thrusts seemed to be getting quicker. I was getting exhausted. I thought the men were getting close to cumming and I was glad. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. I couldn't catch my breath, every time that huge cock would plow my ass I would gasp and when I tried to breath back in the other cock would sink into my mouth.

The big guys fucking my ass was at a fevered pace at this point he started grunting and groaning and I felt and thick spray of cum deep inside my ass. Rivers of cum must have shot out of his massive cock. I felt warmth inside my stomach. He pulled out of my ass and the other guy spun me around and rammed his cock back inside my now cum filled ass. After a few more pounds and he pulled his cock out of my ass and dumped his load all over my creamy white cheeks. He slid it back in and pumped me a few more times until his thrusts finally stopped.

Without a word both men stepped away from me and started getting dressed.

"This never was about robbing me was it?" I asked as I laid back down on the bed.

"No, we saw you and wanted you. That is it."

"Well why didn't you just ask?" I responded, curiously.

"Because you would have said no."

The men straightened themselves up and walked out the way they came. I laid on the bed covered in cum. I thought about getting up to go lock the door, but then thought, hey whats the worst that could happen? Two guy barge in and **** me. I should be so lucky. I rolled over and fell right to relax.

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Asian Sissy Humiliated


My name is Anand, and I have been working at a financial services firm in Texas for a couple of years. I am one of the few in the IT department. Most of the other people at the firm are financial analysts and investment bankers and the like; most are white men in business suits, with only a few women around. Being Indian, I am one of the few Asians who work here. I am normally quite shy and keep to myself, so I never met many people at work except the few techies I work with.

Life has been good for me here, if uneventful. Little did I know that today there's going to be a life-changing event for me!

First I should mention that there's this sexy Indian woman named Padma who was transferred to my division a month ago. She's in the marketing department, unlike me. Normally I do not try to socialize with career women like her. However, since she has an office close to my cubicle, I can't help but notice that she's very flirty with the guys who come to her office. She always dresses in sexy clothing such as short business skirts above her knees, with her straight black hair down to her shoulder. A couple of times I even saw her brushing against the guys while talking. The guys seemed to like her a lot. I saw one of them put his hands around her waist, and even slide it down her backside — and she did not mind at all!

Today I happen to be fixing a problem with Padma's computer while she was sitting at her desk. I'm lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her golden-brown, succulent upper thighs as she's wearing a skirt with a slit on the side. I can see the top of her her thigh-high stockings under her skirt as I sit beside her. I make the fatal mistake of crawling under her desk pretending to check the connections on her computer so that I can sneak a peek under her skirt. I don't know what got over me. I guess I thought she wouldn't mind as she seemed kinda "slutty" with other co-workers. Bad move!

She yells at me angrily and tells me to get out, saying she's going to report me. I found out later that she only likes to flirt with white men and completely ignores Asian guys like me. I return to my desk worried sick. Sure enough, 15 minutes later my supervisor, Mr. Derek Johnmister, phones me to come to his office.

When I get to his door, Kelly, his blond secretary smirks at me with a "you're in such big trouble" look. That makes me even more worried. I knock on the door and enter.

"This is a very bad day for me, Anand," states Derek in a stern tone. He is a tall and handsome white man in his thirties. He is normally a pretty nice boss. However, he can be strict and no-nonsense when he needs to, and unfortunately today is one of those days.

"Anand, you have some explaining to do. In case you didn't know, Padma's boyfriend Brian is one of the partners of the firm! She is not going to put up with anyone harassing her at work. She has asked that I take immediate disciplinary action against you."

"Besides, you are a married guy; you should be ashamed of making a pass at a woman like Padma. Did you ever think she was going to give you the time of day?"

He pauses and looks at me standing with wobbly legs in front of his shiny mahogany desk. "I'm seriously considering firing you."

"Oh no, please don't!" I plead in earnest. "I need this job to support my family, please don't fire me, Mr. Johnmister." I beg almost in tears.

Derek thinks for a moment before making his decision. "OK, if you really want to remain employed here you have to agree to a punishment today."

"What... what kind of punishment?" I ask with my voice trembling.

"Well, it has to be something you won't forget easily, and one that will be acceptable to Padma." I dreaded the thought of Padma knowing about my punishment.

Derek decides that it'd serve me right to have my humiliating punishment witnessed by the party I offended. He picks up the phone and sends for Padma, ignoring my urgent pleads and protests.

When Padma comes in, I am ashamed to even look at her snotty face. She seems pretty content with my fate, however. Derek explains to Padma what he is going to do with me. "I believe some offense and corporal punishment is in order here to drive home a lesmister." Padma nods in agreement.

"First, Anand I want you to bend over my desk, undress to your waist, and lower your pants." My body tenses stiffly from Derek's order. I suddenly remembered that I was wearing panties under my pants that day, like I usually do. I'd die of shame if anyone found out, let alone my boss and coworkers.

"Please sir, I will come to your office tomorrow to receive the punishment. Can I leave now and come back later?" I asked hopefully.

"No way! I want to get this over with as soon as possible. Now, get over there and take off your pants!" He yelled.

I know I have no choice now, so I obey submissively. I face away from them, and nervously take off my shirt and vest. I unbuckle my belt and lower my pants down to my thighs, revealing a sexy red silky panties hugging my bottom tightly. I feel very humiliated having to expose my upper body to them —- not to mention showing them the pair of frilly panties I'm wearing right now!

As soon as she realizes what I have on, Padma breaks out in an uncontrolled giggle at the sight. Derek is very amused as well when he realizes what a sissy I am.

"So is this your wife's panties that you're wearing behind her back?" Asks the boss in his usual authoritative tone, but with a little labored breathing which, as I realized later, came from his increasing sexual excitement.

I answer his question meekily, "Yes sir, it's my wife's, but she doesn't know."

"What?!" thunders Derek, "Well well, we'll have to tell her about it then. But we'll worry about it later, cause we'll be quite BUSY for a while here, ha ha ha!"

Then my mean boss announces that I'm going to receive a very sound spanking for my most improper act earlier today. And it's going to be

on my bare bottom! I think to myself "Oh no please don't Mr. Johnmister, I'd die of shame if a woman sees my naked ass in such a vulnerable position" but realize that I have no choice in the matter.

Padma looks at me haughtily as if to say "you deserve it". She takes a seat on the chair next to me to watch the "action". Meanwhile Mr. Johnmister pushes me down on the table, twists my arm behind my back and pins it to the small of my back, while his other hand effortlessly lowers my pants further down to my knees. He then rolls down my bikini-style panties to my knees too, fully exposing my naked buttocks to both of them!

Before he spanks me he places his palm flat on my quivering flesh to feel my smooth silky skin, and rubs my feminine buns and upper thighs all over. I feel so ashamed to be "worryed" by another man like that!

"Look at his girly buns!" Padma giggles and points out to Derek in a most debasing tone, "he looks so girly, doesn't he? Heehee..."

Derek apparently agrees with her, as he comments also on how soft and velvety my bare skin feels to his caressing hand! Then he raises his strong right arm and begins to give me a long and painful spanking.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Ouch! Owww!! Noo.... Pleese!" I squirmed and yelped like a little girl during this stinging and most undignified chastisement, to

the bemused giggling and taunting from that sexy but snooty Indian woman. I can also hear the repeated slapping of my bouncy behind

by Derek's manly hand and a couple of times I sneak a peek over my shoulder to see my slender half-nude body getting a much-deserved bare-bottom hand-spanking.

As the pain builds up I squeal more and more like a girl and promise never to misbehave again to get him to stop. Then finally he thinks I've gotten the point and stops my spanking. He allows me to stand and orders me to face them, revealing my privates plainly to both of them.

Padma grins and giggles upon seeing how tiny my penis is, which is now all shriveled up into a little nut due to the overwhelming amount of offense I've been suffering today. She remarks to Derek, "Ooh look at that CUTE little peanut he has! He really is a sissy boy, isn't he?"

This degrading comment brings tears of shame to my eye but I know I only have myself to blame for daring to spy on this woman who is clearly out of my league. Now she has gotten her rightful revenge. Derek orders me back to the corner to stand. He allows me to pull up my panties to cover my bottom. Imagine such a shameful sight — a girly Asian male clad in panties standing facing the wall after being punished by a masculine white man.

I think that my humiliating ordeal is finally over. Little did I know about what was in store for me next.

Derek and Padma discuss what to do with me next. Derek is of the opinion that since my wife allowed me, albeit unwittingly, to wear her panties to the office, she is thus "guilty" of encouraging me to break company rule and therefore she must also suffer the consequences. Padma agrees and states that she also intends to inform her boyfriend of my "transgression" against her and let him decide what next step would be a fitting retribution for me! Oh no...

Having reached an agreement amongst themselves, Derek proceeds to call up my wife and demand that she arrive at his office at once to tend to a "serious matter concerning disciplinary action of your husband". Then Padma calls her boyfriend, Brian Jones, who is a partner at the firm. While I can't hear their conversation over the phone, I can sense that he's livid upon learning of my indiscretion against his sexy Indian girlfriend and that he's storming over to Derek's office as soon as he hangs up the phone.

I'm inwardly quivering with fear because I've seen Brian a couple of times before with Padma and he's a imposing, muscular all-American man who's not going to like anyone daring to mess with his girl.

The door busts open shortly and my worst fear materializes in front of me. Before he has a chance to lay his hands on me Derek pulls him aside to calm him down and offers him a way to punish me that's most suitable for my "crime". Quickly they decided on the details and simply inform me that I'm going to be released to Brian's and Padma's "custody" for the reminder of the day to be punished as they see fit. I'm very fearful of what that might entail but I'm not exactly at a bargaining position right now—standing there with only a pair of panties to cover my warmed-up asscheeks!

***

Padma and Brian then leave, leaving me alone with Derek. As soon as they leave, Derek walks to the door and locks it from inside. It seems Derek is also very turned on as he walks behind me to closely examine my feminine underwear.

"Pretty panties..." muses Derek, "for a sissy boy like you!" I feel my face burning red hot in shame from his insulting remark. But what's worse, suddenly I feel a pair of rough hands touching the bare skin of my silky hairless thighs. I feel him starting to sensuously explore my sensitive leg flesh with his eager palms.

"Mmmmmm... your body feels very soft and smooth, just like a girl's!" Derek observes as he start to shamelessly worry my slightly trembling body. Then he gets bolder and wraps his strong manly arms around my slender body, pressing his lower torso into my plump backside at the same time. To my shocking realization, I feel a ragging hard-on rubbing eagerly against my vulnerable buttocks clad only in a pair of thin panties. I'm shocked to feel myself starting to get hard from this humiliating treatment!

I'm starting to wonder what he has in mind for me right now. And I don't have long to wait. Next I feel Derek hooking his fingers around my panties and lowering it down my shaking legs. Derek rubs his hands over my now naked ass-cheeks, cupping and kneading to his heart's content. Oh, the shame!

"Nice sweet ass... feels just like a girl's behind!" He comments after feeling me up. Then he goes to the couch and sits down. "Come here, Anand, and kneel in front of me." With eyes cast downward in shame, I obey his order and kneel down in front of him. At this position my face is at the same level as his crotch. To my shock, Derek reaches for his zipper and unzip his pants, releasing a big cock that's now completely hardened from his earlier fondling of my feminine body. It appears to be a whopping 7 or 8 inches long, and extremely thick. I've never seen a cock this big, especially compared to my own much smaller one, which is also now fully stiff—despite my fear and shame at my current offense.

"Anand, your next punishment today, which will be off the record, is to suck me off —- that should teach you a lesmister to wear panties to the office like the sissy boy that you are!"

I've never touched another man's cock before, let along suck one! That's such a demeaning act for a male to have to submit to especially for

a conservative Indian guy like me. But for some reamister I also feel oddly excited at the prospect of orally servicing a huge white cock that's now staring me squarely in the face. I lean forward tentatively and touch the tip of his large member with my trembling lips. It feels hard and warm. I can't help myself but open my lips and slowly begin to put this throbbing shaft into my mouth. This is so degrading!

Now I have my very first taste of cock. And, I actually like it! It's feels very full in my mouth. It's so long that I'm not able to put the whole length in my mouth. Sensing that Derek is delighted by my attentions on his engorged cock, I close my lips around the thick shaft and start to suck inward, then blow on it and repeat my stimulation of this large dick inside my mouth. Then I also use my tongue to touch and lick his cock head, and also around the base of his cock and his hairy balls. Derek is smiling and enjoying my blow job and he's getting more excited each minute.

Soon he reaches out and grabs both sides of my head and then he starts to power his huge rod in and out of my mouth quickly. Now he's really face-fucking me! I feel so ashamed to be providing oral sex to another man like this. It feels very degrading and unmanly to submit sexually to another man, and I feel I'd just die of shame if my wife ever finds out that a white man is fucking my mouth right now. But deep down I also cannot deny a strange pleasure at servicing a stronger, more masculine man sexually.

As Derek is getting close to coming he's fucking my mouth more roughly, almost gagging me a few times as he powers his hard dick down my throat. Then he quickly pulls out and shoots a large load of cum all over my face. Very satisfied, he then zips his dick back inside his pants and orders me to stand back up. "Very well done. You will be my cocksucker from now on!"

The word "cocksucker" really humiliates me but that is what I am now —- a fact I cannot deny! He lets me wipe the cum off my face and pull up my panties but then I have to "face the corner" with no other clothing on.

***

At that time my wife, Lakshmi, arrives at the office to find out what is going on. She's mortified at first to see me standing there wearing nothing but a pair of her panties! Derek quickly explains everything to her, and offers her the choice of either submitting to a bare-bottom spanking herself for her mistake or facing termination of her husband. Since she's a traditional housewife with no income she cannot afford to have me fired, but she's also very conservative as most Indian women are and it's unthinkable for her to bare her bottom to anyone except her husband.

To my dismay, Brian and Padma come by then to take me to their home for further "education". They decide to stay and watch my wife's spanking. It is unbearably shameful for my wife to have her punishment to be witnessed by two white men, and even worse, another Indian woman as well.

This time, Derek sits down at his chair and asks my wife to lie across her lap. Now it's going to be my pretty Indian wife who's going to feel his stinging palm —- on her bare buttocks! Very reluctantly she lies down across his lap in the traditional over-the-knee spanking position, one which she's not familiar with... yet. Lakshmi is very beautiful and quite sexy actually despite her conservative looks. She has long black hair down her back and she has a nice body and silky golden brown skin. I can't help but take a peek over my shoulder hoping to catch a glimpse of her voluptuous rear end. As Derek reaches for the hem of her dress to pull it up she pleads softly with him, "please don't, it's so embarrassing!"

But of course a proper spanking has to be administered over a bare posterior, so Derek ignores her feeble appeals and raises her dress over her back, followed by lowering her pink cotton panties down to mid-thigh. Derek and Brian make admiring comments about my wife's perfect rounded buttocks as it comes to full view unclothed for the first time to complete strangers. Lakshmi sighs with deep offense as she feels a back-draft over her naked nether flesh causing goosebumps to appear on her beautifully smooth brown skin. Of course it's ten times MORE shaming when she feels the hands of a another man, a handsome, strong, white man starting to explore her bare charms. She rubs her long smooth thighs tightly together hoping to preserve the little bit of modesty she still has left but it's very hard to do when she is bare-ass naked over a man's lap!

I have mixed feelings about my conservative wife now having her naked ass leered at and being fondled by my boss. I feel jealous about this but at the same time I notice that I'm getting very hard. Hmmmmm...

Then Derek begins to spank Lakshmi's jiggly bottom with his open palm. SLAP! SMACK!! SPANNKKKK! After several loud slaps my wife starts to yelp in discomfort. She's never been spanked before and the pain and offense must be overpowering to her senses. From first-hand experience -- from a few minutes ago -- I know that the stings and heat from such a hand spanking quickly build up to an intolerable level. I am right, and it doesn't take long before Lakshmi begins to kick her sexy legs up and down from the agony, completely forgetting about keeping her modesty. Derek pins her hands powerfully behind her back with one hand, and continues to spank her hard with the other. She looks so beautiful as she tosses her long dark hair from side to side while fidgeting over her spanker's knee. Her olive-colored asscheeks start to show a tinge of red as the spanking continues to warm up her virgin behind.

The worst shame of all, of course, is when she suddenly feels that hard poking lump against her soft stomach. That's when she realized that her shamefully exposed half-naked body is making a man horny, someone who's not her husband and that's taboo in her conservative upbringing. But this realization also brings on a strange tingling sensation and some moistness to her crotch area, in addition to the deep shame that washes over her trembling body right now. She's very confused and also afraid of what I'd think if I found out that my previously chaste wife is getting turned on by getting soundly spanked by another man. But she need not worry about it because I can see that I'm also getting turned on by her punishment at the hands of my supervisor.

After my wife's painful and lengthy spanking which leaves her saucy bum royally roasted, she is allowed to go home. I, on the other hand, had to go with Brian and Padma to their home for further punishment.

***

Brian and Padma live in a fashionable condo in the city. As Brian drives their car, I sit in the backseat of their car, listening to them talk about me, as if I'm not even there. They discuss the best way to put me in my place and teach me a lesmister I won't forget anytime soon. Finally Brian whispers an idea in Padma's ear and she giggles approvingly. Little do I know what they had decided for me.