les histoires de chrislebo

... *** pied remonte jusqu'à ma queue coincée dans mon pantalon,elle est douloureuse à ***** de bander. Natasha me regarde, elle retire ma main de sa chatte, suce mes doigts et me dit "Tu peux encore choisir de t'en aller, mais si tu restes, tu es à moi." J'ai trop bu et je bande trop pour me poser des questions. "Je suis à toi, mais ne me laisse pas comme ça!"
Elle continue de me regarder "Tu es vraiment sur de toi?" Je la regarde sans rien dire et je déboutonne mon pantalon. Ma queue est enfin libre, je lui dit "C'est assez clair?" "Enlève ton pantalon et lève toi" Elle m'engloutit, je suis déjà au bord de l'orgasme alors elle se retire et me dit: "Ne bouge surtout pas, reste debout, je reviens dans une minute" Je me sens idiot, seul, debout avec ma queue qui bande si fort que mes couilles se contractent...Je n'ai pas vraiment le temps de réfléchir que Natasha est de retour accompagnée d'une superbe blonde plus grande que moi, ses tétons pointent sous une blouse en soie noire, elle balance *** cul moulé dans une mini jupe noire aussi.
Sans un mot, elle se met à genoux et engloutit ma queue. Aucune femme ne m'avait sucé comme ça, elle bouffe ma queue jusqu'au fond de sa gorge, la baigne dans un flot de salive, Natasha se met aussi à genoux, mais derrière moi et commence à sucer mes couilles, sa langue se déplace pour lécher mon cul. Je ne peux plus me retenir, je jouis, mon sperme se déverse dans sa bouche pendant que la langue de Natasha viole mon cul. La grande blonde quitte ma queue et la bouche pleine de sperme se jette sur ma bouche, elle m'oblige à me boire... Natasha a quitté mon cul et est en train de dégrafer la mini-jupe de la blonde et alors je n'en crois pas mes yeux, des bas, un porte jarretelle, un string noir qui ne contient plus une énorme bosse.
Natasha libère une énorme queue quelle branle doucement en me disant: "Elle est à toi, met toi à genoux, approche ta bouche...".Je touche cette queue avec ma main, puis je la prend dans ma bouche. C'est la révélation, je suce, j'entoure ma langue, je bouffe le gland, c'est mille fois mieux que dans mes rêves. Natasha me regarde, elle s'approche et nos langue se cherche, nous suçons à tour de rôle... Elle se retire et se penche contre mon oreille: "Tu n'avales pas, tu gardes tout dans ta bouche et tu partages" Je bande de nouveau comme un fou, Natasha se branle en me regardant, je veux faire jouir cette queue si bonne dans ma bouche, je la suce de plus en plus vite, je la sens qui grossis encore, puis une crispation et ça gicle dans ma bouche, Natasha se précipite, elle veut le dernier jet, elle ouvre la bouche et savoure puis elle écarte mes lèvres avec sa langue elle fouille ma bouche, aspire, boit, elle se branle de plus en plus vite, et en jouissant, elle remet sur ma langue un mélange de sa salive et de sperme.
J'ai toujours une érection monstrueuse. Natasha reprend *** souffle, l'autre, elle ou il, me dit "C'était la première fois?" "Oui, j'en avais souvent rêver, mais c'est la première fois" "J'espère que ce ne sera pas la dernière... Je m'appelle Sandra, je connais Natasha depuis très longtemps, elle est complètement givrée mais tu dois l'être aussi, parce qu'elle ne se trompe jamais sur les mecs qu'elle choisit" Natasha sourit et dit: "Tu as rai*** ma belle et celui-ci est encore plus dépravé que moi, j'en suis certaine..." Sandra me dévisage, *** regard descend vers ma queue qui bande toujours, elle dit a Natasha "Tu lui dis ce que l'on veut pendant que je le suce"

Sandra prend ma queue dans ses main, elle commence de lécher mon gland, sa langue essaye de pénétrer mon urètre, je suis entre la douleur et la jouissance suprême, sa main qui était sur mes couilles descend sur mon anus, je sens un doigt me pénétrer, elle enfile un deuxième doigt, et reprend ma queue dans sa bouche. Natasha me regarde, ses mains caresse les seins de Sandra, elle relève sa blouse et prend les tétons de Sandra entre *** pouce et *** index. Plus elle sert fort, plus les doigts de Sandra labourent mon cul. Natasha me regarde et elle me dit "Tu commences à comprendre ce que je veux de toi? je veux que tu deviennes notre pute" Je ne suis plus en état de réfléchir, trop près de jouir, je lui dit "Faites de moi ce que vous voulez" Sandra lâche ma queue et sort ses doigts de mon cul, elle vient derrière moi,me pousse pour que je tombe sur mes genoux, écarte mes fesses, je sens sa queue sur mon cul. Je n'ai pas le temps de dire non qu'elle s'enfonce, j'ai mal, je hurle, Natasha ferme ma bouche avec sa langue et la queue de Sandra continue de s'enfoncer... Je suis en train de me faire enculer et je réalise que j'aime ça. La queue de Sandra me défonce, je n'ai jamais ressenti ça, j'entends vaguement Natasha parler à quelqu'un puis je sens l'odeur d'un sexe et Natascha qui me dit "Suce la queue qui va me baiser" j'ouvre la bouche et je commence à sucer cette nouvelle queue (la deuxième de ma vie en moins d'une heure). Sandra me branle en m'enculant et je suce la queue d'un inconnu, je n'ai jamais connu une telle jouissance...
Natasha me repousse pour retirer la queue de l'inconnu de ma bouche... Elle nous dit "Maintenant c'est à moi de jouir, Sandra, sors ta queue de *** cul et fais la lui nettoyer" Je n'ai pas le temps de réagir que Sandra enfonce sa queue dans ma bouche, J'ai un mouvement de recul alors elle s'enfonce en bloquant ma tête "Tu l'aimais dans ton cul, alors maintenant tu la nettoies pour Natasha" Je suis en train de bouffer une queue qui a traîné dans mon cul et au lieu d'être dégoûté, je bande encore plus fort. Natasha nous regarde et dit à Sandra "Il tient ses promesses ce Max, je pense que l'on pourra bientôt lui en demander plus..." Puis elle se tourne vers l'inconnu et lui dit: "Kevin, suce-le"
J'ai toujours la queue de Sandra dans ma bouche et Kevin (l'inconnu) commence à me sucer.
Encore une première, jamais un homme ne m'avais sucé et je commence à comprendre q'un homme qui aime les queues suce encore mieux qu'une femme. Natasha repousse Sandra de ma bouche, "viens défoncer ma chatte et toi Max, baise mon cul, Kevin tu vas l'enculer pendant ce temps..." Elle s'empale sur la queue de Sandra et tend ses fesses en les écartant pour que je puisse la pénétrer. je m'enfonce dans *** cul et je sens la queue de Sandra aller et venir dans sa chatte, la sensation est sublime, Natascha pousse de petits cris de plaisir et je sens des mains écarter mes fesses et une queue pénétrer mon cul. Cette fois c'est moi qui gémit, c'est trop bon, je sens la queue qui me pénètre grossir, se contracter et envoyer de long jets de sperme brûlant dans mon cul, Sandra éjacule en même temps, je sens ses spasmes dans la chatte de Natasha, *** cul se contracte et provoque l'orgasme le plus fort de ma vie.

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Kate's Old Man


Hi my name is Steve and I am a 30 years old and I have just caught my wife with a much older man while she was ***** at a pub this is the story.

I was sitting in the living room while waiting for my wife Kate to get dressed. I had been waiting a while when she came down the stairs looking gorgeous. My Kate is only 24 years old. She stands about 5' 6" tall, and is a size 10 with a 36C chest. Kate has mid Brown shoulder length hair, and the prettiest blue eyes. She always manages to get a lot of male admirers. She was wearing a small white halter-top, which left her shoulders and most of her stomach exposed, and a short and pink skirt. We left the house and then started to walk to the car. I purposely walked a little behind her just to catch a quick look at her great ass only just covered in that short pink skirt. Oh Boy what a great view? I loved seeing her dressed this way it turns me on, and I love the looks she gets when we are out.

When we reached the car. I opened the passenger side door for her. As she got in and sat down I caught a flash of the pink lacy thong she was wearing. We drove for about 25 minutes, and arrived at the pub. I had planned to take Kate out for a few ****** and a nice meal, as we hadn't been out for a few months.

When we arrived Kate I asked Kate what she wanted to ***** she said make it a surprise I went to the bar and ordered her a cocktail it came in a jug with lots of ice and lots of different ********* ingredients we then spent about 30-40 minutes sitting looking around and chatting as she finished her jug of cocktail me I just had orange juice as I was driving.

By 9.30 I could see that Kate was quite ***** we then left the pub and went to the restaurant on the way she had dragged me over to a dark area and began to kiss me I soon had her squirming as I slipped her knickers down and stroked her clit. I got Kate to step out of her knickers and I bent down and picked them up, while down on my knees I took the opportunity to give her clit a quick kiss. I then dragged her off to the restaurant for our meal with Kate complaining I wasn't playing fair,

We had a lovely meal Kate had 4 glasses of white wine and I could tell she was feeling no pain and as usual when she was ***** she was flirting this time with the male waiter, who was giving her lots of personal attention, I went to the toilet and when I returned I could see why. He must have been getting a good look at her pussy as she was sitting with her legs spread. As we left the restaurant Kate was quite unsteady on her feet and I took her back to the pub where we went out onto the balcony and stood looking out over the harbour and all of the boats moored there I was caressing her naked ass under her skirt, I left Kate standing looking and went to the bar to get us both another *****.

As I was walking off the balcony towards the bar I looked back and I saw an older man about 60 or so with grey hair. He was sat to the right and just behind Kate, he was looking towards Kate. I looked over to see what he was looking at I suddenly realised that the breeze was blowing Kate's skirt up and he was getting a great view of her naked ass. The older man just leaned forward and reached over and gave Kate's ass a good squeeze. He then just started to slowly caress her ass under her skirt. I thought to myself, He's going to get a slap. I then waited for Kate to turn and hit him, But Nothing happened, I guess from all the ****** that she had that she didn't care or that as on other occasions when she had been ***** she was horny.

As I watched him, I saw him turn his head around and look to see where I was. But I guess with the bar being so crowded and it being quite dark out on the balcony he couldn't see me. I saw him then turned his head back around and looked towards Kate's ass, covered in that short little pink skirt. I was now so turned on by this that I was starting to get a hard-on. Just when I thought that he wouldn't get any bolder, I saw him reach out and slip his hand between Kate's legs and slid it up to the top of her leg. I then saw Kate spread her legs apart and push her ass back towards the old man.

Kate still hadn't looked around to see who was behind her, I quickly walked from where I was over to a darker area of the balcony and stood watching from there as the old man began to finger fuck Kate right there on the balcony. From where I was I could hear Kate's breathing become more laboured and a moan escaped her lips, I could also see Kate's hips thrusting herself on the old mans fingers. I looked around to see if anyone else was watching and as far as I could tell there was no one else on the balcony. I looked back and the old man had stopped fingering Kate and had stood up behind her and as I watched he reached out with his left hand and squeezed Kate's left breast, I heard Kate moan again as he pinched her erect nipple through her top. He then reached out and pulled the cord holding her top up as it came undone Kate's breasts spilled out, he put his hands around Kate and squeezed both her breasts. The old man then took a step back and grabbed the bottom of the back of Kate's short pink skirt and he pulled it upwards and tucked it into the waistband, Kate's ass cheeks came into view and you could clearly see as he slipped his fingers back between her pussy lips and continued to finger fuck her, with one hand while squeezing her left breast with the other, he continued to do this for what seemed like hours but must have been only a minute or two.

I then saw him drop his right hand downward over the front of his pants. I then heard the sound of a zipper being slowly pulled downwards. I saw the old man just reach inside and now pull out a fat long and hard old cock from the opening of his pants, it must have been 9 inches long he then stepped up even closer behind Kate. He removed his left hand and I then saw him put his hands on Kate's bare waist area, and then just push his hard cock right against her bare ass cheeks.

The old man then took his right hand off her waist, and then just slipped it downwards in-between Kate, and himself. I watched as he grabbed his hard cock, and then he rubbed the bulbous head up and down Kate's pussy lips. I heard him say " oh yesss!" I then saw him stick the head of his cock against Kate's puffed pussy lips, and push. I watched as his bulbous head disappeared into Kate's pussy slowly followed by the rest of hard cock. I now saw the man smile as he started to hump, in and out of Kate's pussy. Kate was bent over the balcony with both her breasts out her nipples were hard and I could see Kate had a look of pleasure on her face as he slowly fucked her with his large cock.

As I just watched this old man fucking Kate from behind, I could hear him now starting to mumble out, "Oh yeah, Old John's really glad that he found you tonight." I could also see that Kate was humping her bare ass cheeks up and down, as the old man started to fuck her even harder and faster from behind. I heard my *****en wife now slur out. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh that's good? muuuuuuummmm"

I could see old man smiling I then heard Kate slur out. "Oh, Oh, I m Cumming " followed by a long moan. The old man continued to fuck Kate after another minute I saw the old man humping really hard up against Kate's ass cheeks. Kate ass was grinding into him as his whole body started to jerk. He mumbled, "Oh yessss." I then saw Kate just push her bare young ass cheeks back into him hard, as she *****enly slurred out. "Ohhhhhhh I am cumming again ahhhhhhhhh."

I saw the older man grind his crotch up into her ass cheeks I then saw Kate start to move her ass around in small circles as she also started to hump her ass up and down a little faster. I then saw man close his eyes and smile as his crotch started to jerk upwards into Kate's ass. I could tell that old man was now emptying his nuts into Kate's hungry pussy. The old man kept his cock inside Kate for about a minute and then I watched as he pulled his spent cock from her still throbbing pussy. He then stepped back and put his old cock back into his pants and zipped them up. I saw him pull Kate's short pink skirt back over her ass cheeks he then pulled Kate around and cupped her head in his hands and kissed her long and hard, Kate responded by putting her arms around his neck and was returning his kisses.

I then heard the old man say to Kate. "I wish I could take you home with me sweetheart. And we could do that again" I heard my Kate moan "Yes Please". " I then saw the old man smile and he said to her " don't you worry sweetheart ". The old man then reached our and cupped her breasts and moved forward and began to suck her nipples, one after another. Kate moaned again, the old man took her top and pulled it back up and tied it back up he then took her by the hand and led her to his table. He sat Kate down and then sat next to her.

I took the opportunity to slip back into the bar and get the ****** and on my return I found Kate sitting at the table with the old man. I noticed that he had his hand on Kate's left leg and he was gently caressing it, I didn't mention it but as I approached Kate looked up and waved Kate said in a slurred voice "honey over here." Once I was at the table I said to Kate " sorry it took so long the bar was busy. " Kate replied " oh that's ok I found a friend while you were gone Steve this is John, John this is my Husband Steve.

I shook hands with John and said to him " thanks for taking good care of her for me, would you like a *****" John replied "it was a pleasure and yes please a G & T with ice and a slice for me" I said "won't be long John" and I turned and walked back towards the bar. Once I was out of sight I turned and looked back I saw John leaning over to Kate and pull her top down

Once I was out of sight I turned and looked back, I saw John leaning over to Kate he pulled her top down, John then leaned in and begin to suck and lick her big very and hard nipples. I slipped back to the same place I watched from before and continued to watch. Kate reached out and unzipped John's trousers and released his hardening cock.

I then watched as Kate then squatted down in front of John and took hold of his hard cock. Kate then lent forward and I watched as her tong came out and lapped the glistening bulbous head of his cock. From where I was watching I heard John groan as Kate's tong rasped around the edge of the head. Kate then opened her mouth wider and ever so slowly she began to engulf his cock.

John then groaned again and placed his hands on Kate's shoulders, Kate then began to bob her head up and down, each time she took more and more of John's cock into her moist mouth, John was beginning to thrust his hips in time with Kate's bobbing. Kate soon had all of John's cock engulfed in her mouth, John was becoming more vocal and I could hear him grunting each time Kate bobbed down his cock.

Then Kate stopped she pulled her mouth off his cock and with one final lick from her tong she stood up, Kate then lifted her short pink skirt and turned around. Kate then took John's cock in her left hand guided his cock into her pussy. Kate then lowered her self down John's cock and began to slowly pump her pussy up and down his cock as he pulled on her big stiff nipples, Kate was moaning as she moved her pussy up and down John's cock I could see Kate's juices glistening on John's cock.

I then heard Kate say "Oh my god John your so big it feels so good"

I then noticed Kate had started to move her ass around in small circles as she moved her pussy up and down John's cock. John was thrusting his hips in time with Kate and as she started to hump her ass up and down faster John also sped up. Kate had her eyes closed and John pulled her face around and I watched as his tong met hers and they began to kiss.

I then saw John move his hand down to Kate's pussy and he began to rub her clit, Kate was moaning and I heard her say to John "Oh god that is so good John. " Kate started to shudder as she got closer to cumming. Kate then thrust herself down hard onto John's cock Kate moaned loudly "Oh Fuck " I then saw John close his eyes as he thrust his cock hard into Kate's pussy and a groan escaped from his lips as for the second time he emptied his nuts into Kate's hungry pussy.

Kate sat on his lap for a short time and I took the opportunity to go to the bar and get John's *****, when I returned to the table they were both sitting and chatting. We all sat and chatted for a short time Kate then said to me "Steve John only lives about 10 minutes drive from us. We can give him a lift home can't we"?

I replied, "Sure no problem, ***** up and we will go". We walked to the car John walked with Kate and I followed as they chatted, once we were at the car John and Kate got into the rear and I drove out of the car park. I watched John in my rear view mirror as he slipped his hand onto Kate's leg and soon he was playing with her clit, I knew he had hit the right spot as I heard Kate gasp.

I couldn't watch all the time as I had to concentrate but I could see that as the journey progressed Kate became hornier and less concerned about where she was. By the time we were about 5 minutes away from John's house her pink skirt was around her waist and her legs were wide apart as John was fingering her pussy. I called out to Kate "Kate we are 5 minutes away love".

John replied, "ok Steve", he stopped fingering Kate and they tidied themselves up. When we arrived at John's you wouldn't know that any thing had gone on, Kate said goodbye to John and gave him a big kiss.

Kate said to him "we must meet up again for a ***** John"

I shook his hand and said "thanks again John". John got out and I drove Kate home, by the time we arrived Kate had fallen asleep and I had to carry her from the car to the house.

Kate woke up as I was undressing her she began to kiss me and said, "fuck me Steve. I need you", I didn't need to be asked twice. My cock was rock solid and I quickly undressed and Kate pushed me on to the bed and climbed astride me. Kate then took hold of my cock and placed the head in the entrance of her pussy.

I thrust my hips up ******* my entire 7 inches into Kate's pussy, Kate moaned and then began to thrust herself up and down my hard cock, Kate's pussy was so slippery a mixture of her juices and John's cum. I couldn't hold out for long and I soon thrust in to her for the final time as I came filling her pussy with my own load.

Kate rolled off me and soon fell asleep; I got up and had a shower before joining my beautiful slut Kate. I had no idea that Kate could be such a slut and as far as I knew she had always been faithful before. How wrong could I be.....

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A Gentle Seduction


Cast: Old Buddy Kirk—*** John—Mikey, servant

It should be fun. My old high school buddy had really hit the jackpot; he was loaded now. I was surprised when I received his invitation and a few days of hunting with an old friend sounded great. He had a cabin in the mountains smack in the middle of a few hundred acres he owned. The weather was superb as I slowly traversed the hardscrabble single lane road up to his place. I thought back to when we were kids, Kirk had always been bigger and had been kinda my protector. I was always smaller without his preppy good looks. We were opposites and I had always wondered what attracted us to each other. When it came time for college we had lost touch. Boy it would be nice to see him again.

His cabin wasn't quite just a cabin. It was considerably larger than the one room affair I had visualized. He opened the door wearing only a robe. "Mike, how are you buddy, gee it's great to see you again." I looked the "cabin" over; it was mostly a very large single room even extending to the bathroom. He caught me looking at the bathroom without walls and told me that the place wasn't yet finished. I'm not a construction expert but it looked finished to me; just finished without walls.

We sat down and had a beer while talking of the "good old days." Kurt was remembering how he was always there as my protector in school. "No one would screw with you little buddy, they knew you were under my wing. You were always a bit strange then you know, a lot of people thought you were hot for me" As he said this he rubbed my head and I thought to myself, what the fuck is this.

"Mike, go get me another beer." It sounded more like an order than a request but I got up and returned with a beer for him.

"Tell you what little buddy, let's put on a tape to watch, I like to have a little porn on during the day to keep me on edge." On edge, gee this was getting to be really odd.

On the tape there was this guy with a huge cock fucking the crap out of a slim little blonde girl while a small, scrawny guy looked on. I must admit it was really hot. The Porn stud finished with a great sigh and finally pulled out of the cunt with a loud pop. The littler guy just slid to his knees and began licking cum and cunt juice off his cock like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"That's my favorite part, in the beginning the little guy agrees to become the guys servant, you know, a kind of man-servant. Kind of like in that old book we read in class, "Robin*** Caruso." "To be honest with you that's the part that made me think of you again."

I couldn't believe it, he saw me as his servant!!! How the hell could this be? I really didn't know what to think, I was shocked but yet a little flattered he was thinking of me at all. It was confusing.

Kirk stood up and told me that the best part was coming up and I should watch, he was going to take the shower he was headed for when I showed up. He just dropped his robe and was naked walking to the open, walk-in shower. I don't know about what was the best part on the video; I couldn't stop looking at him. He really took his time soaping up then called me. "Mike come here and wash my back." Again, no request, more of an order. I just sat there looking at him. "Get over here now, "he ordered. To be honest I thought about telling him to **** in his hat, thought about just getting into my car and leaving. What I did surprised me more than anyone. I got up and went to the shower!

He was very solicitous about me not getting wet as he handed me a washcloth and soap slowly turning his back to me. "Soap me down good Mike, I've been waiting for this."

Rubbing his back was simply sensuous; I noted that I was quickly getting hard. "Don't forget my ass cheeks, do my ass." Again in the form of an order, not a request. For whatever rea*** I complied and now had a raging hardon as I soaped his ass. I noted how wildly erotic it was to be doing what he asked me to; washing his naked backside. He suddenly turned and I couldn't help looking at his cock, it was half hard and huge.

"I see you like this Mike" he said motioning at my little hardon. It was embarrassing, I actually blushed. He stepped out of the shower area and just looked at me. "Don't just stand there, dry me off." Without a thought I grabbed for a towel and began drying Kurt off. He didn't even lift his legs so I found myself kneeling in front of him drying his feet. When I looked up I saw he was smirking, "go ahead Mikey dry my crotch off. I was then handling his massive cock with the towel, how the hell did I get here?

"Go ahead now suck on the head, you know what to do." I was in a kind of trance as I gently opened my lips to his cock. This was very new to me but that cock was so big; he was so masterful. The head was as big as a ripe plum but I was able to get my lips around it and began my first blowjob. Oh, I had had women give me them but never thought I would be on the giving side. I settled in and began trying to get more cock into my mouth. I guess my feeble attempts were OK because I felt him holding my ears, then a groan and I was retching with a mouth full of cum. After the burst subsided he lifted my chin, I looked at his manly face and he told me to go clean up. I went and washed my face thinking, what now, what now? "While your in there strip off all your clothes, you need to be naked" What the hell I thought to myself.

"That was good Mikey, now you understand where you fit in the grand scheme of things. Why don't you scrunch down on the floor, no get over between my legs? Rub my feet now and I'll try to explain where we're going." I lifted his leg and began massaging his foot. "Ahhh, that feels nice. Well now we know that you're a cocksucker, in fact since you sucked me off you're my cocksucker. You've had your first taste of cum, now it's time to train you. Do my toes now then clean them up with your tongue. One of my rea***s for reacquainting myself with you is so I can show my *** how to handle a pussyboy."

Still somewhat traumatized I started rubbing his toes then gently licking them thinking, what ***, Pussyboy?

"Ahhh that's very nice Mikey. You know I always thought you would make a great pussyboy but back when we were in school I was a lot shyer than I am now. Now I know that I can get whatever I want just by going after it. What I'm after now is frankly a body slave like those old Roman dudes used to use. They would take a young slave boy and train him to service them in everyway. If they needed to piss their boy just opened his mouth, if they wanted their asshole licked the boy stuck his tongue out. I kind of talked you into sucking me off but I did notice that you got a nice hardon and in fact you're hard now. Enough with my feet lick my balls for me, boy. Yea that's it, show me how much you enjoy it cocksucker".

I was licking him eagerly by then. "Get down under my balls now", and it was then I found the spot right where his ass crack begins and began to mouth and tongue him there. Gosh I have to admit that the musky male taste and smell of him down there was wonderful, it was so erotic.

"You know Mikey this is going to be great, I often have to cum 3 or 4 times a day and you're going to enjoy it each time. Cunt is nice but so high maintence. You have to romance them, talk nice and listen to their chatter. With a pussyboy all I'll have to do is teach you what I like. Fucking a cunt is great and I'll still do it but a nice, warm mouth has a tongue to caress and worship my cock."

"I'm kind of interested in what you think about all this, I need to know to train you properly. Were you excited when my cock went into your mouth, what were you thinking?

I stammered and muttered that it was Ok. Kurt rewarded my reticence with a very hard slap across my cheek. "Do what I ask, think and be honest." Through a quiet sob I responded.

"At first Kurt I resented your even thinking of me as that kind of guy."

"What kind of guy, be explicit or you'll be punished and from now on call me Sir."

"Thinking of me as a cocksucker Sir, I was mad at myself for calling you Sir yet I felt this odd little tingling that didn't go away. I was confused because I didn't fight, didn't really want to fight. Once it was in my mouth I just did what comes naturally."

"Of course you did. Your mouth is like a cunt, a cunt with a tongue. You know the only rea*** cocksuckers like you have tongues are to lick a man's ass and balls. Tell me how did you like your first taste of cum?"

Cunt mouth! I was insulted and yet excited by this talk. "It was Ok, at first I was scared but it just shoot into my mouth and I swallowed."

"No, what did it taste like, answer me?"

"It was creamy, sticky and thick, kind of salty, I think I liked it Sir."

"That's good because you'll be getting lots of it from now on, I like to get sucked off 3 or 4 times a day and you'll be my cum dump. What I'm looking for is a body servant like the old Romans had. In their day they trained a slave to serve all their needs. This boy would dress them, wash their owner's bodies, suck them off, ***** their piss, whatever was needed. Is that for you Mikey?" "Suck my cock now, take it slow."

A few days later Kurt had told me his *** was on the way. I thought I should look for my clothes but Kurt refused. "No Boy, a pussyboy should be naked. Besides its time John learned all about boys like you."

It was strange how he called me boy, we were the same age. I wondered about what was in store for me with John. In the last few days I had been humiliated yet happy serving Kurt, he had begun showing me how to serve him. It was embarrassing that I liked it.

On Tuesday I was again kneeling between Kurt's legs, sucking on his prick when the front door opened. Instinctively I pulled off to look and was shocked by a swift, hard slap. "Keep your attention where it belongs boy, you know better. "

How are you John, nice to see you."

"I'm great Dad, is this the pussyboy you wanted me to see?"

"Yeah, but a lot more than see, you're old enough to drive now and it's time you learned how to handle cocksuckers like this. We can have a little Daddy, *** bonding like we did when I taught you to ski."

"Sounds great Dad but I already have a girlfriend you know."

"Yeah I know but fucking a bitch just isn't the same as having a cocksucker dedicated to servicing you. Have you noticed that since I redirected his attention he's concentrated on my cock, he doesn't yet know what you look like. That's really the difference, with a cunt you're always romancing the bitch while a boy like this can be trained to only think about the cock in his mouth and it's pleasure. A girl is nice to fuck but you just can't get away from the drama, broads are high maintence. Watch, go ahead Mikey take it all the way down, deep into your throat."

I relaxed my throat muscles, swallowed and let that fat cockhead stab into my throat. The saliva just gushed out of my mouth as I did as I was told, what I had been taught.

"Isn't that just great John. A few days ago he just gagged at the thought of taking a cock that deep. He probably won't be able to stuff that horse-cock of yours down though. Why don't you take off your clothes and we can begin your les*** eh?"

In a minute Kurt grabbed my head and pulled me off his cock." Ok boy, you should now be looking at my *** now, isn't he a fine lad?"

I looked up as John was lowering his shorts. The first thing I saw was his cock hanging, limp in front of me, still on my knees. It was long, about 8 inches, and circumcised. His balls hung loosely in their sack. His hair was thick and a reddish blond. I reached up to hold it and Kurt Squeezed my shoulders a bit. "Hold it baby, no hands, no hands at all. John wants to see what you can do with that pretty mouth." I let it go and caught the tip with my tongue, scooping it between my lips. He stayed limp as I sucked it into my mouth. It was thick as a German sausage and longer than his Dad's. I sucked hard and felt my cheeks implode along the soft skin of his cock. I ran my tongue over his head and along the underside while I sucked and pulled my mouth along the sides of his shaft. Now I could feel it swell a bit. He rewarded my effort with a sucking sound through his teeth. I kept up my sucking until it finally swelled stretching my mouth to its limit. I started pumping my mouth up and down his shaft like his Dad liked. The head was enormous, I suppose the size of an egg and the shaft that ran back from it was proportional. Now probably 9 to 10 inches. He began moaning a bit and humping his hips.

"Suck it you bitch, suck it good." he would murmur, from time to time. I pressed my lips against the shaft and it could have been plastic it was so hard. Only the warmth of the ***** flowing through his shaft told me it was real. I raised my chin and pressed down against his shaft, feeling it push into the back of my throat. .I pushed and swallowed hard, feeling it slip down my throat. I was rewarded with a sigh and his bushy hair tickling my nose. I couldn't help it, I began gagging and crying.

"Just hold him there John, feel his throat muscles massaging your cockhead, isn't that great? Now let him loose to breathe then punch him back on your cock, stretch his throat open."

John held me in place as I struggled for breath. "Can you feel his throat muscles massaging your cock, great isn't it?"

"Now that he's used to it just fuck his face in and out." The boy began stroking his cock slowly in my mouth; about every third plunge he pushed his prick into my gullet.

I was able to gulp a little air each time before the boy impaled me again on his monster cock. I felt like a fish on a spear. After gagging me that second time he let me go on my own. I pulled back off and worked his head a bit, and then back over the shaft. Up and down the long shaft I pumped. I felt his hands grip my ears more tightly while he pumped his hips more. I tickled his head with my tongue and began to taste a steady ooze from his piss slit. He jerked a little and then groaned. I felt the first burst slide up the shaft and splatter into the back of my mouth, I almost ****** again but the delay between spurts saved me. I swallowed and pulled back so my whole mouth could take in the next larger spurt of cum. There was another, then another and then a slow dribble as he began to relax his grip on me and the cum subsided. I swallowed all of it and he pulled his cock out of me. It was still ramrod stiff and bounced upward as he stepped back. He held it in his hand and ran the head over my lips and along the side of my face. Just then Kurt sent me into the kitchen to get them a couple of beers.

When I returned I was ordered to start licking John's feet nice and clean while they talked. "You know once you've filled a boys mouth with your cum you own him. I think we should kinda combine his training to be my body slave with showing you the possibilities of having a suck-boy around for yourself. I've already talked to him and he's as hot as any slut I've had.

"To begin with John it's important for you to realize that an eager cocksucker is a treasure to be used not ******. I've found that you need nothing more than the occasional swat or maybe a little sting from a riding crop to focus a cocksucker. They thrive on being able to submit to a man. Watch how happy he is sucking my cock"

"OK Mikey, its time for you to learn new things.

"I'll explain as we go but it's important for you to realize what you are. If you let yourself go you'll be happier in the long run. I knew John was coming so I bought some gear for you. Why don't you lick John's balls while I get it."

I was soon lost in those teen balls using my tongue to caress and clean them. I felt Kurt drawing my wrists back and fastening them behind my back, I was cuffed then released.

"Ok now boy put these other cuffs on your ankles, yeah that's the way. The cuffs on your wrists and ankles are nice leather aren't they? John notice the iron rings, there to use when you want your boy to stay in position. Ok now Mikey hold your head up while I lock your slave collar on, how's that feel boy? Answer me."

"I don't know, it feels strange, kind of hot though. The pictures of ancient Roman slaves showed many of them cuffed like this and maybe that's what makes me excited."

"Of course it does, that's who you are."

At supper that night I was allowed to sit at the table naked in my cuffs and collar while Kurt and his *** ate with silk robes on. They talked as if I wasn't there and I knew enough not to speak.

"Maybe we shouldn't let him eat with us but I think it's Ok once in a while as long as he performs for us. That's really the beauty of having a boy trained as a man's body slave; you have total control. In the next few days we'll bring him along as we show him where he belongs. An accomplished cocksucker must learn how to submit willingly to his owner. If you want to piss he should be opening his mouth. When you want your ass licked his tongue should throb."

The next day Kurt told his *** that it would be much fun and very instructive to start over with me.

"We'll begin at the interview stage and go on to training, we'll have fun and I guarantee you you'll learn a lot. Hell, by the time were done you'll know all there is to know about cocksuckers. To begin you need to understand that one of these natural cocksuckers want to serve, they actually relish the ***********. Watch now."

"Are you a cocksucker boy"? he asked as he lifted my chin up. "Yes Sir I am."

"Good boy, it's important that you know what you are. Lick my balls while we talk, their a little sweaty. Use a lotta tongue. Watch how he works those balls John, see how eager he is to please. That's the thing about boys like him they long to please you."

Was he right, did I really want to please him that much? I now know I'm a cocksucker and I am there for their pleasure and amusement. At the end of the game their balls are empty and they send me away full of cum. They laugh, joke and have a good time with my mouth pussy which is all that matters, their satisfaction.

Kirk always had porn movies on the TV and whenever I wasn't serving him I watched. The genre was always a cocksucker serving his Master. He had prepared a little booklet that he said described the sex-slave boy's role. I studied it in front of the TV. I wanted to serve my owner as he desired. I often thought of some of the more interesting passages.

"When the cock is big and thick it's more difficult to take it, especially for the new non-skilled cockeaters. But you must do your best, at least to take a big portion, as much as you can, to show your owner you are willing to satisfy him and you only need some time to learn how to stretch your throat. Gagging is expected and most owners appreciate throat spasms on their pricks. Practice and practice. I repeat, don t let him go away totally unsatisfied. The owner will understand your efforts and can help you along the way."

When your owner pushes into your gullet you'll find yourself gushing saliva, don't worry its an important part of the cock sucking role. Throat slime is a good thing. It is like a dripping pussy when a guy fucks a woman. When a guy fucks your throat, the slime is lubrication and it's your throat pussy drooling from the dick inside your mouth, using you. Your owner needs it for his *********** pleasure of getting his nuts off."

" Trust me boy, practice, practice and more practice. Once you are a cock swallower your throat will be in demand and guys will refer you out. There are many straight guys out there that love fucking a fag in the mouth and get off watching their dick disappearing into a cocksuckers face." The booklets refrain kept running through my mind, all I wanted was to please Kurt, Yes Kurt, now my owner.

We had settled into a routine of sorts. I was now resigned to being Kurt's man-servant and kind of enjoying it. The sex was relentless; he was always hot and horny and could easily cum 4 or 5 times a day. I had discovered that I reviled in the sex and especially the *********** of it all. Yet, for all that there was no question but that I wanted to become the perfect servant. The taste of cum was always in my mouth.

Mike was relaxed in his favorite chair as he read the newspaper; I was again on my knees gently nursing on his cock. He had told me that he liked it when his cock was kept half hard, warm and wet. I now found it quite natural to have that big cockhead in my mouth for long periods. Every once in a while he would grab my ears and feed me a little more than I would be allowed when just nursing on his cock. "Your becoming quite the good little cocksucker but you need to go beyond that. I'm sure you've been told to be the best at whatever you do. That certainly applies to serving a superior man. You should begin thinking of yourself as a slave now, by the way start licking my balls now. You know a slave has no choice but to obey and please his Master, that's the proper attitude for you too. When all your mental choices are gone you'll find yourself freed to just serve and please. When I want my ass licked you'll find it pleasant because it's what I want and you want me to be pleased. Think about it." "You know boy that's very pleasant but I have to piss. Come to think about it maybe it's time to continue your education, remember what I just said."

He got up and motioned me to follow as he headed for the master bathroom. When we were both in he motioned me to my knees again. "I know the two of us are alone here but I've found that it's always easier for a novice to learn when there is perfect privacy the first time. You haven't been in this room yet, look around, and get familiar. A bathroom is a very erotic place for a manservant you know."

His bathroom was huge with a toilet, sink and a very strange looking lounge chair. In the corner there was what looked like a small rolling wall with a urinal on it! Mike went to the toilet and waved me over. Soon he had me kneeling on the tile floor in front of the toilet. Mike took his cock and dribbled a little piss into the bowl; the sight mesmerized me. "Ok boy, get your head in there and lick up those big drops of piss on my prick head." Without even a thought I just did it and found it not at all unpleasant. Then he let a bit go right across my lips and I opened up. "Ok boy how did you like that eh? You know that I want you to serve as my piss bowl, don't you?"

"It tasted ok sir and I do want to please you." "I thought you did, well let's get on with it."

He rolled the little urinal wall out in front of me and motioned me on it. I was now kneeling on a nice soft cushion with my head thru a rubber membrane that fit tight around my neck. I realized that my head was now right in the urinal, I couldn't help blushing but I was really flushed from the joy of this new ***********. "I know this is your first time boy, don't worry, I'll help you along. Just open up and stick your tongue out, yeah, that's right. I'm going to just lay my cock on your tongue. Now just look at me boy, I want to see your eyes. Just think about what you're about to do, you'll be ******** my piss. If you're ready tell me." I managed to croak out a "ready Sir" and he let out a spurt of piss right into my mouth. I just swallowed it down. "No boy, you need to get used to the taste of your owners piss, this time fill your mouth and swirl it around."

He began pissing again and did fill my mouth; I kept looking at his face as I kind of gargled with it. The pleased smirk on his face comforted me somehow. "Now we'll see how good you are. Let your lips seal around my cock and just keep swallowing, I know you can keep up." He pissed a slow stream for a few minutes and I just kept swallowing. "That's good boy, just keep your mind on your man's piss flowing into your mouth and you'll do fine. I think you were born to serve a man." He was done now but kept his cock on my tongue just relaxing and talking. "You moved past just being a houseboy today, that kind of toilet training will make you a body slave, a valuable asset. You've got a lot to learn but your nice and eager."

Wow, a valuable asset, I felt good.

The next day found me again on my knees in the bathroom. Kurt was shaving while I lightly tongued his cock and balls. He abruptly pulled away and went over to the "special" lounge and laid down. "I'm in the mood to have my ass licked now. I haven't shown you how yet but you'll figure it out I'm sure. This chair opens me up nicely for a tonguing with these stirrups.

"Yes, Master."I moved in toward his smooth bubble butt. It smelled warm and good with heavy musty, male body odors. I started licking the entire ass crack before getting to his asshole and cleaned it good all around the outside. I concentrated on the rosebud and swabbed it up and down until I had it wet and clean. It tasted like Master Kirk's big body smelled, clean and strong. I had never experienced so many new experiences so quickly before. My mind was spinning. I felt sad that I finished so quickly. "Get back down there, boy, you're not through yet." Mike growled. "Get that tongue in that hole and clean it out good, slave-boy. I spread his butt cheeks with my hands and could clearly see his asshole now. "Get that tongue up there now as far as you can." I did as he ordered. I sunk my tongue in his ass as deep as I could get it. Kirk began to moan and move his butt to fuck my tongue with his ass. I cleaned every bit of his hole and loved it.

What was happening to me? Just days before I wouldn't have considered doing anything like that to anyone and here I was cleaning out this man's asshole. Eating like the first pig to the trough. I sucked the big man's hole with pleasure. I guess It was time to stop asking myself stupid questions and let loose whoever was locked up inside me. Something broke inside me, another epiphany perhaps, I am the person that is licking an asshole. I'm a slave, giving and being used by this Master, my owner like it was the most natural thing on earth. I wanted to pleasure him.

"That's good, slave, you did a good job. My hole hasn't felt that clean in a long time. Kirk had shoved a dildo in me to prepare my ass but despite the stretching and preparation, I don't think anything can adequately prepare a guy's ass for its first cock. Kirk had me on my knees, ass up just waiting. I felt the cockhead at my little hole. Mike had me on my knees, ass up just waiting. I felt the cockhead at my little hole. "Well boy, I'm afraid your ass-fucking is inevitable now. Fighting it is only going to make it hurt and feel worse. Just relax," he told me in a soft voice, as he gently stroked my back, Kind of like you would a pony. "Now try to enjoy it for what it is. I'll take it nice and easy if you try not to fight it. I've found it important to break a boy's cherry gently and slowly; then they always want their ass full."

When he thought I was ready, he punched his cockhead thru the mouth of my asshole and just let it sit there as I gasped from the pain. He was stroking me and saying, "there, there, boy, take a breath, just relax." It felt like there was a broomstick up my ass. My hole was doing steady spasms as that monster cockhead stretched it out and held it open, God it hurt.

I felt him slowly withdraw his cock until only the head remained lodged inside my asshole. He was waiting until I relaxed my ass a little before he started pushing back in. Each time I seized up, he would stop and wait for me to relax, all the while he continued his work with stroking my back and whispering encouragement in my ear. "there, there, boy, take a breath, just relax" Was his mantra to sooth me. He rubbed my back and said, "Take it easy now boy, it's not long now. Keep your body straight, that will make it easier." I then understood that he was not intending to hurt me, not at all: It was just the pain that was necessary to get where we were going. And then the head of his dick popped through the glorious tightness, and I felt a surge of pleasure and relief as the length of his cock finally entered me to it's full length .

Once I'd relaxed enough, he established a rhythm, sliding his cock slowly but firmly in and out of my nether hole. Here I was, a star college student, on my hands and knees in front of this man with his cock shoved up my ass. I could tell that for Kurt this must be heaven, as he pushed his cock all the way back inside my tight ass. Using both hands now to pry my ass cheeks open, he pulled his cock free with a loud plop as my used hole closed. He shoved his tool back into her and started banging my ass with a vengeance.

My world had now narrowed to my asshole embracing his cock, as he sawed in and out, He pushed me forward on my elbows with each stroke. The place was filled with the squishing, squelching sounds of cock alternately filling and retreating from my ass. He was slamming into me for all I was worth.

"I'm going to come inside you now boy, then your mine; your ass is going to feel empty without my cock from now on. I'm going to shoot it deep inside your ass now, get ready."

After a few more deep thrusts I could feel the warmth of his thick cum invading my asshole. To my surprise, yet another dazzling wave of pleasure pulsated through my rear and up through my back and belly.

I had no idea of the time, I was just laying on the floor when he slid his sweet cock from my asshole. I felt myself remain open, stretched too far to return to normal quickly. It felt cool and open after his monster cock had been in me for so long. I couldn't move right away and just panted on the floor, catching my breath. I heard him moan and roll onto his back and sigh.

"Good job boy, now finish the job; clean my cock up."

I started to go for a towel. "No boy, use your tongue, always lick a man clean." His cock had never looked like this. It was so wet and covered with all our fluids. I lowered my head down to the head of his cock and began to work my tongue into his cum hole. He was a little startled, he was drained from so much cum leaving him. I didn't mind what I tasted on him. There was just a little *****. It's strange what you taste after a good assfucking. It's different. I knew that my ass had produced it's own lubrication for him just like my mouth hole. From my ass it's a bit thicker and tastes more bitter. But it mixed with his strong semen well. I was eager and willing to lick his cock totally clean to show my thanks and the musky taste tweaked my need for ***********. My ass was his now, Kurt truly was my Master, my owner.

It's true that "education never stops" but I thought that I knew it all. I now thought of Kurt as my owner. I was happy although not completely understanding of my own need to submit and serve him. I guess I just pushed it into the back of my mind instead of analyzing it.

Master Kurt was working on the laptop at his desk while I slowly slurped on his cock. He reached down and grabbed my head to tilt it up. "That's nice Mikey but I've got a bit of news for you. I've got to go to Europe on business for a couple of months and cannot take you with me. You're pretty good as a cocksucker but any cocksucker can be improved so I've kind of consigned you to the training Master in my club. He'll work with you to enhance your skills while I'm away. I'm not a skilled trainer and just taught you what I liked; you'll benefit from a formal introduction to servicing your betters. Who knows maybe you'll end up as a slave for in the club. In any event it's what I want and you'll do it, there's no choice."

It was a lot to deal with; I was very content with my old college buddy Kurt as my Master, now my little world was being turned upside down. I was resentful of being ****** into this change but frankly my days of ********** to Mark had made me accepting of almost anything he wanted. He must know what's best for me, right?

For the first time in a very long time I wasn't naked as I packed my meager goods for the drive to my "trainer." To say I was apprehensive would be a gigantic understatement; my mind reeled with the anxiety of serving a new Master, scared indeed.

It actually felt strange to be clothed and in a car again. The trip to my new trainer was only about 30 minutes and I had to admit the setting we entered was impressive. The trainer lived in a large stone house on gated grounds in a very upscale part of town replete with rolling hills and huge private grounds. It was simply the finest house I had ever been in. the door was opened by pretty, young man dressed only in tight shorts. He was in his twenties and ushered us into the owners study.

"Jared is on a business call, can I get you some refreshment's Gentlemen?"

We both requested coffee and waited silently. I was slightly overwhelmed by this brief return to normality; I was clothed and being treated as a regular man, not a cockslave. It actually felt very odd. I took the time to appraise my surroundings.

The room we waited in was extremely masculine with walnut paneling, maroon drapes and the thickest, plushest rug I had ever seen. The chairs were done in very soft black leather that seemed to envelope you with warmth and comfort. The entire room was dominated by a huge wooden desk in front of the window.

My thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of the man who I now realized would be my trainer. He was about 45 or 50 years old carrying a reddish, Irish complexion and was a little pudgy. The most accurate single word to describe him would be average.

"Ah, Kurt so glad to see you; I see you brought the boy, good."

They drank coffee and made small talk without introducing me at all; I could have been a potted plant for all the attention I received.

"This has been a pleasant visit Jared but I've got to leave you so let's get on with it." Mark said.

"Of course buddy, I forget that you're not yet a man of complete leisure like me. Let's take a look at what I've got to work with, strip down for me boy." It was another of those very strange incidents as I removed my clothes in front of two men. As I was lowering my jockey shorts the man called Jared laughed and remarked on how it was almost a rule that a cocksucker would have a small penis, I grimaced as my new trainer stood up with Mark to look me over.

I was told to lock my hands behind my head and open my mouth as Jared ran his fingers into my mouth and caressed my tongue. He grabbed my cock and balls and lightly squeezed until I let out a little yelp, he just smiled at me.

"Spread your legs and bend over boy, use your hands to spread your cheeks" Jared said. I'm certain I was blushing as I bent over and spread my ass globes. I had to wince as he silently plunged his index finger into my ass.

"He's kind of tight isn't he, have you fucked him yet Kurt?"

"Yeah I did but I wasn't using anything like that club you carry in your crotch though" Mark said. Master Jared pulled out his finger and motioned me to straighten up. Without ceremony he just stuck his sticky, dirty fingers in my mouth. I knew what to do and licked and sucked them clean. He stared into my eyes as he used my cleansing mouth.

"Well Kurt, by the time you get back he'll be a great "Body-slave" for you. It actually works out pretty good for me; my boy has to work at the club for a couple of weeks so having him to train relieves me of borrowing a slave. It'll be just the two of us here."

"I've got to go Jared; Mikey listen to Master Jared and learn, you need this to be my "boy." I nodded my head and replied Yes Master as he left. I was alone.

"Sit on the floor Mikey; I'm going to talk to you about your training and what you have to learn. Before we start let me call my boy before he leaves." Master Jared pressed a button and in a few minutes the boy who had let me in arrived. Master just motioned and the boy sunk to his knees and opened Jared's pants. In a moment the boy had fished out the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was easily 7 or 8 inches long and thick enough to make me wonder if this slim boy could get it in his mouth. The head looked like a big, purple egg with an eye. "Go ahead Jean; suck me off while I talk to our new guest. While we're talking Mikey I want you to watch how eagerly Jean sucks me off, watch as he takes my prick right into his throat. When we're done training you'll be able to take a horse cock all the way down to the root."

It actually was amazing to watch how very proficient this Jean boy was, he would take it deep and use lip action to stimulate the cock as he withdrew. Watching those lips work made me hard. When Master's cock was buried into Jean's gullet he told the boy to hold it there; it was even more amazing as he held it there even after he began ******* and gasping with tears streaking down his cheeks. I swear he was turning blue before Master let him up to breathe. "Do you see how totally dedicated he is Mikey; you know it's quite pleasurable having a boy's throat spasm and contract around his cockhead, very nice indeed. Make me cum now Jean."

The boy went into a frenetic sucking action up and down with those active lips until Master loudly sighed as he filled the boy's mouth. Jean didn't swallow but instead opened his cummy mouth to show his Master and me. He swallowed only when told to and was dismissed to go to the "club" only after he undressed his Master and helped him on with a fluffy, white robe.

Jared spoke in a low, soft voice; "We're alone now boy, time to get acquainted. I've discovered that a little discussion of where we're going kind of speeds the process along with a virgin cocksucker. Oh I know you think you're experienced and know who you are but trust me you've got a lot to learn; treating you as completely new to ********** will teach you things you didn't know existed. The basic setup here is that you've been punked by your old college friend Mark who has now consigned you to me for training as a body slave, a personal cocksucker; that my dear Mikey is where you stand today. My treating you as a newbie will teach you the simple truth that you are a submissive cocksucker that way in the back of his mind wants nothing better than pleasing men. I'll bring those thoughts out for you to ponder."

"Let me try a little psychobabble here as I try to define what your thoughts are. I'll bet that you're only really happy when your face is in a guy's crotch. I mean the tingly, erotic kind of happiness only possible when you realize who and what you are. I have ways to free you to be what you were born to be, an uninhibited "slave to cock. Let's begin by stating the obvious; in this world of sexy women and alpha males there is a category of submissive girly-boys who want only to submit and service the alpha males. By now you've somewhat accepted that this is who you are but I'll make the reality of this your reason for living."

"Normally your Masters would agree that boys like you have tongues only to lick a man's ass but for this interview you're allowed to talk" Jared said.

I was very flattered that Jared, my trainer actually wanted to talk to me, was interested in my thoughts. We made small talk about my education, the weather and my musical interests for quite a while. Jean had furnished a couple of manhattans and as our conversation went on so did my relaxation. It was the first time in a month that I was allowed to be just "normal." By the second Manhattan I was mellow enough to forget that I was naked. Jared brought me up short with an end to our little talk.

Jared couldn't have been nicer. He was very kind and very gentle with me. He was very clear in telling me that this little sexual encounter we were to have was for my benefit and that I didn't have to go through anything that made me at all uncomfortable, at least during my training. After what I had already been through with Kirk I knew that there could be little that would shock me now.

"I know you think you're an expert cocksucker with nothing to learn; it's not so easy and I'll teach you the right way to please a cock. I like to start from scratch just like your mouth was virgin. It might seem a little hokey to you at first but it'll make you a better cocksucker, that's what you want even if you can't admit it yet," Jared said.

He led me over to a spot in front of the fireplace and asked to me to kneel down on the soft carpet. I felt genuinely horny for the first time all day; his soft, friendly voice was seductive. He stood before me and I was eye level at his crotch. I was finding it difficult to breathe with the anticipation of it all heightened by the *****.

"Get your face in there and sniff around. That man smell is what you crave. Look around at my balls, how big and full of cum they are. See the little hairs on them, why don't you run your tongue over them now, just a little. Do you see those big veins running up my cock, they'll be delivering my cum to your mouth very soon."

"I usually never let a cocksucker use his hands but for this little orientation we're having go ahead and fondle my cock and balls; do you feel the weight of a man's balls, how soft the skin is?"

Jared then positioned himself with his ass hanging off the chair while talking to me. "Ok Mikey now spread my legs and look at my asshole, see the little crinkled up opening that you'll soon be licking? Take your finger and very gently rub it across my hole, just think how your tongue will feel as it licks up and down the ass crack."

"OK, Mikey," he continued. "Here's what we're going to do. We're going to get you used to sucking a cock. You need to just take some time to get used to how it feels in your mouth. It's important to remember that there's no time limit with this kind of thing. Just relax and enjoy it, like a nice glass of good wine at a meal or something."

I grinned at that one. I remember just weeks before telling another friend that I wanted to try being a vegetarian. "You mean no meat at all" my friend said. Here I was looking at a magnificent piece of man-meat.

"Then, after this" said Jared, breaking me out of my daydream, "we're going to work toward some deep-throating. Don't expect that you'll get it right off the bat; it's not as easy as it looks. We'll need a few sessions to tame the gag reflex and I've a few training aids if we need to go that route. I'm also going to ejaculate my cum into your mouth and I want you to get used to the taste of jism before swallowing too. You've had some cum before but I want you to begin thinking of it as the ultimate sacrament and the ritual of swallowing as confirmation that you're a cocksucker that has pleased his man. Does that sound OK to you?"

Wow, he was actually asking me if I was all right with this; I was flattered.

Jared's matter-of-factness did a number on me. I had tasted semen before and at that exact moment I knew I wanted it. I had been ******, ******* into it before, now I really wanted it. I found myself wishing he would stop talking and get on with it. I could see his hard-on pointing northward. I was horny like I'd never been horny before. There is something very erotic about conversations about sex, as I look back on it, this was foreplay.

I must have said something, though I can't remember what. He reached down and touched my cheek and, looking me in the eyes, said warmly, "Don't worry. It's going to be all right. You're going to have a lot of fun, not just with me, but with Kirk too."



I wanted to get to sucking, but again more instruction from my patient well-hung teacher. "This is important, for the duration of the blowjob; you have to realize that this penis is yours. It belongs to you, to worship and pleasure. You're the boss of it. If you take pleasure in it, if you treat it like the best lollipop you've ever had in your life, believe me, I'll be in heaven. That's the key. OK, why don't you first just feel it? Take it and rub it lightly across your cheeks, lips and face."

I did what I was told, then took the head of the penis into my mouth.

"Excellent," said my trainer. "Remember time is no issue. We have all the time in the world. Don't be shy about anything. Look at this cock you've examined so closely. Now you want to learn everything what makes it happy. It's your new toy, see what it can do."

I didn't really know what he was talking about, but I was enjoying that cock head in my mouth. I thought it was surprisingly warm and silky smooth. I idly wondered if maybe he used some sort of a lotion.

"You're doing great," Jared said. "It feels really great. Now, another thing, and this separates the good blowjobs from the bad. A blowjob involves the mouth only, never the hand. That's what separates a male cocksucker from a girl. Too many women get involved in the pumping thing with their hands and that's no good. That just sends the message you want this to get over with, be done with it. After you get started, it's a good rule to follow, never use your hands. You can put your hands on his legs or his ass cheeks or fondle his balls but don't jerk him off or play with yourself. Concentrate only on his pleasure; a really good cocksucker is focused enough to only be able to cum when there is a cock in his mouth. Serving a cock is what you were born to do."

I followed his instructions and used my hands to get a good feel of those muscular legs. His cock felt so good in my mouth like it had always belonged there. Jared had a nice deep voice and whenever he spoke I felt a subtle rumble that vibrated in his prick. It was really amazing and an incredible turn-on. I fought the urge to stick my hand on my own cock.

This subtle mouth action went on for a while until Jared finally spoke again.

"OK, now go as deep on my prick as your gag reflex will allow but no further."

I swallowed his cock deeper and felt it moving to the back of my throat; it was almost to the point where I was gagging.

"Now, just hold it there for a while. Let your throat relax as it gets used to a cock plugging its opening."

I held it for several seconds then tried to go just a bit further, before coming up for air. I was wild with lust and really wanted him to grab my head and mouth fuck me right there but I knew he wouldn't.

"OK. Let's take a little break; relax and ***** some water before we go on. The next step will bring you to the throat-fuck stage." I appreciated the break that Jared had given me but I remained very anxious about throating his big cock.

My trainer continued talking as I sipped the water; his soft, soothing voice kept me on edge, nervous and excited.

"Attitude is another important element. I've found through the years of training boys that they have to really WANT to suck a cock to do it right. It's kind of a religious experience for a born cocksucker and you gotta have the right attitude. Saliva, saliva, saliva is all important. You'll be drooling all over my crotch; it'll be dripping wet with your spit. All guy's like a wet sucking hole and a hot mouth is perfect."

"Yet another thing a lot of boys don't understand is that a man's genitals are made up of a lot of different parts. It isn't just a stiff pole. There's the cumslit / piss slit, the crown, the edge of the crown, the prenium, the cum-vein, the shaft itself, his pubic hair, two balls and every single one of these areas are sensitive to oral attention. A mix of lips, tongue and throat with the right combination of deep swallowing along with the cocksucker's attention to the cumslit produce great pleasure. Showering your Master's rigid prick r and especially his balls with big lip smacking wet sloppy kisses lets your owner know just how much you adore and lust after his manly pride. You must always seek to please him; every guy needs to have his cock worshipped the right way. This is almost certain to result in his shooting a sticky load into your mouth cunt. Your Master's cum is the highest compliment a cocksucker can aspire to; it's your reward."

"Now get your lips around it again." I did as he said. "That's the way; just slide your lips up and down along it."

This was like a step by step guide to cocksucking; Jared was patient yet very insistent. I did as he said; pleased he was taking it easy on me. My own cock began to stiffen as the taste of his precum filled my mouth. "Good, good boy." He praised again.

I felt a guiding hand on the back of my head. He dictated the rhythm of my sucking. I just kept sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, eyes closed, letting the hand guide me.

"Good, good." More praise from Jared. "You're a good little cock sucking faggot aren't you, Jared said." He released his hand from my head. I kept on sucking his cock with the same rhythm as a few more strokes went by.

"Now that's good for a start." He said. "But we're going to have to get a little more ******** if you're going to be proficient at cocksucking."

Jared then grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back to look at him. Our eyes met, he starred at me intently. I felt the soft textured tip of his cock trace across my lips and around my jaw as he gazed down at me. His eyes mesmerized me; I wanted nothing as much as pleasing him in whatever way he wanted. Jared let go of me and I enveloped his thick cock with my lips once more, bobbing up and down on it.

"Ok." He said. I felt his fingers tracing across my chin and cheek. "Let's take it up a notch, I think you're ready." He told me.

The anticipation of what he was going to do filled my body. I could feel my heart pounding ********ly inside my chest. A bizarre mix of horniness, dreaded anticipation and downright fear filled me. I kind of knew that this was the "easy bit" but didn't want to think about what was to come.

"Go on boy, you're now just a cocksucking slut. Get it all in your mouth. So far you've been blowing me like a little girl; it's time you take my cock like a man." Jared stated in that same soothing voice, as if he was talking about the weather.

My own cock was impossibly hard as his words hit home. Something about his quiet ********ness awoke the part of me that wanted to gorge myself on his beautiful cock. I was hot as hell but the fear and apprehension remained. I leaned in to take more of his prick into my mouth. Then I felt both his hands clasping my head, pulling me down towards his crotch, gently at first but then with more *****.





I shut my eyes tight and reached up with my own hands pressing against his hips in a vain attempt to stop the movement. He thrust his groin forwards and his cock slid further into my mouth, too far. I gagged in a terrible panic, coughing and spluttering with drool gushing out of my mouth. I was pushing full ***** against him trying to hold him away. Jared gripped ever tighter holding my face down, deeper and deeper. I struggled for breath as he held on. Then, after a second he let go. I fell backwards gulping down some air.

Suddenly he was pleasant and soothing again. "Ok," said Jared, completely unphased by my discomfort, "you almost had it up to here." Pointing to about half way along his shaft. I coughed, and then swallowed trying to get rid of the strange tickling spasm in my throat. "Get back here and try again, it's what I want." He was being nice but showing no mercy.

I wanted it over; gasping for air had scared me. Jared though, had years of experience with other cocksuckers and knew it wouldn't be that easy for a novice like me to do even though it was my destiny. I got up on to my knees and surged with open mouth towards his cock. I took the small length that I was comfortable with in my mouth and sucked. Sucking harder and faster than I'd done before.

"Ha, ha." Jared chuckled. "You're supposed to be taking the whole length boy; there will be no half measures allowed." His hands grabbed me again and brought my face down on him once more, his penis bludgeoning into the back of my throat.

I coughed and spluttered again instinctively trying my hardest to push him away.

The panic spread through me again as Jared prevented my release. I felt saliva oozing out of my mouth, flowing down my chin, wetting his balls. My eyes opened for a split second and could see I was still inches away from his groin.

Jared let go of me and I recoiled backwards. I felt like bursting into tears but knew it wouldn't bother Jared in the slightest; he would just carry on feeding his huge cock into my mouth.

Jared shuffled forwards and slapped his cock against my bottom lip. "Come on! Again!" He said hurriedly. I began sucking again; the gentle novice way that I was comfortable with.

"No, no, no!" He barked. "You've got to take it all." Once again his hands grabbed at my hair.

"No!" I implored. "Let me try to do it!" Trying to at least gain a little bit of control.

"Go on then. Take it all." He said sternly. I engulfed his cock with my mouth once more and slowly began sliding my lips towards his crotch. I reached the point of gagging and shot back again.

"Go on." Jared insisted. My mouth slipped along his cock once more. I grabbed at his buttocks and pulled myself in toward him. His cock hit the back of my throat again. I gripped tight, ramming myself down on his cock as the sound of muffled ******* and spluttered filled the room.

"Good!" Said Jared, seemingly delighted to see me ***** myself on his cock. I pulled back after a few seconds unable to take any more. "Do it again." He insisted.

I knew I'd have to do it or he'd just ***** me again. I buried my face down on his cock once more. He pushed my head forward as the gooey saliva flowed from my mouth. I stayed there desperately trying to control my gagging and *******. He yanked my head off his cock and pulled it back to look up at him.

"Go on, one more time. Go for the record." I spat down on his cock, trying to make it easier to swallow. Then began sliding down it again. More quickly this time. I sucked down on it as far as I could go, as far as I felt was physically possible. "Hold it." Jared ordered. I stayed there, desperate to back away. "Hold it."

I could take no more and fell back collapsing on the floor. I sat there slumped in a heap, coughing and spluttering again, feeling the saliva dripping down from my chin onto my body.

"Ok." barked Jared. "You're nowhere near throating this cock and you're doing it wrong." He jumped up onto the bed and knelt there. Impatiently he pulled me up alongside him. "Do you want to throat this cock boy?" He asked. I shook my head. "Tough ****. All cocksuckers have to know how to throat a cock. Go back." He instructed. "You've got to be stretching forwards, your chin in line with your neck otherwise your throat isn't straight. Now suck."

A rough hand grabbed my hair as I tentatively leant forwards. My gapping mouth fell upon his prick. "Now." Said Jared. "When you hit your limit, keep on like you're swallowing something and it'll slide right in."

Two hands pulled me down onto him. The cock hit the back of my throat. Desperately I tried to swallow like he said. Swallowing over and over again. His hands released me and I instantly shot backwards. A trail of the thickest, gooiest, drool suspended from my mouth to the shaft of cock I had to swallow.

"Again! Quickly!" Ordered Jared, his hands already pulling me into position. As his dick tunneled into my mouth I remembered to swallow hard. Swallowing over and over. I could see the base of his shaft edging closer. Somehow I was swallowing his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I tried to swallow again as the tip of my nose brushed against his dark pubic hair. His hands released me again and I shot back. A glass full of thick gooey saliva poured from my mouth. I gasped desperately for breath.

"Again!" Jared shouted. I grabbed onto his wrists to try to fend him off.

"No, please. Don't pull me." I pleaded.

"Then do it. Nose to the pubes. Do it now!"

I leaned forward and took his prick into my mouth once again. I didn't want to do it but he was so ********. It was better that I have some control by ******* myself. I pushed my face down onto him and as I started to gag I made sure to make the swallowing motion over and over. Jared let out a deep groan. Slowly my face edged down towards him, his hard cock sliding finally deep down into my throat.

I took his length as far as possible, my nose just being tickled by the ends of his dark hair. I held the position for a second before recoiling back. Jared's dick was now slick with saliva. He suddenly stood up.

"Lie down here." He ordered. "On your back. Head here." He pointed.

As I coughed and swallowed to remove the feeling from my throat Jared put me into the position he wanted me in. I was lying naked on the couch with my head over the edge, looking upside down at him. I watched from my inverted view as he approached my head and placed his hands on my face. He knelt down on one knee and I could see his approaching cock right in front of my face; it looked enormous from my upside down perch.

"Now it's time to get serious." He said. "Open wide." I did as he said. ******** he plunged his cock into my mouth, inching it down my throat. My whole body spasmed. I twisted and turned furiously to get away.

"Hey! Hey! Hey, boy, stop that!" Yelled Jared.

I jumped up coughing, ******* and feeling like I was going to be sick. Jared threw me back down as he wrestled me back into position for this deep throating exercise. I fought back but was easily overpowered. Tears welled up and began streaming from my eyes as I realized there was no getting away.

"Open your mouth." He ordered. My face screwed up with anguish and tears. When would it stop?

"Please, I can't do it. Please, Sir." I pleaded.

"Open your mouth!" He ordered sternly. He was now holding my body down with his arms as he leaned over me using his full body weight. His cock nuzzled against the tightly closed lips of my upside down head.

"Open your mouth!" He said in that seductive, calm, soft voice. Tentatively I relaxed my jaw. Master Jared leaned forward feeding in his cock. It simply slipped deep down inside my throat. His hands held my head tight. I knew that struggling was futile so I submitted to this invasion. Desperately I tried to swallow. Saliva and precum poured down from my mouth and into my nose. Jared's balls nestled tightly against my face. Slowly he pulled out. I gasped and coughed.

"One more time." Jared said with tenderness. I felt his thick cock lumber onto my lips.

Silently I opened wide allowing him to continue using me for his pleasure. His slick cock slid slowly down into me. He held it for a moment then bucked his hips a few times before pulling out. Ever so slowly he began fucking my throat, in and out, deeper each time until his cock was fully buried in my gullet. He pulled out and rested it for a second with only his cockhead on my lips. Once again he pushed it in all the way and I found myself eagerly accepting this cock into my throat. I was doing it; his entire cock was buried in my mouth, plugging my throat. I was proud.

Suddenly he let out a loud groan as he pulled out with his cock slick with bubbling saliva. I saw the trail of cum oozing from my mouth to the tip of his cock again. Just as I began to taste the sperm he pumped his cock with his fist and a second load shot out onto my face. I lay on the bed, feeling it slide down my cheek.

I lay naked on the couch, face wet with a mix of saliva and semen. I croaked and swallowed, trying to get rid of the tickle feeling in my throat. For the first time since it began I had time to breathe without an erect cock being shoved into my mouth. At that moment I felt glad for the respite and proud of my accomplishment.

There was little time to rest for Jared quickly motioned me to my knees.

Jared smiled as he spoke; "That was pretty good for a first time throat fucking. The first time is the worst but now you know you can do it. With a little practice you'll be able to take a horse cock right into your gullet without being ******. The majority of cocksuckers that can deep throat cock still gag on the first attempt. That's Ok; it's actually pretty enjoyable having a boy's throat muscles spasm around your cock head as it first pokes though."

I had done it; I could take a cock right to the balls. I couldn't wait to blow Kurt and show off my new skills.

Les aventures de ma femme


Je rentre de faire des courses en ville. J'entends les gémissements de jouissance de ma femme. Je pense qu'elle vient de se masturber: ça lui arrive souvent. La plus part du temps elle m'appelle quand elle se donne du plaisir pour que je la fasse jouir avec un gode, pas avec ma queue: elle me suce après avoir jouit elle-même.
Je monte dans la chambre pour voir la suite de ses plaisirs. J'entends en montant un autre râle de jouissance. Je ne le connais pas encore. La porte de la chambre est ouverte: elle n'est pas seule. Le spectacle que je vois ferait dresser les cheveux de toute une ligue de biens pensants: elle est nue, avec une de ses amies que je connais assez bien. Je ne la savais pas lesbienne.
Elles s'embrassent sur la bouche et je peux voir les langues se livrer une "féroce" bataille. Elles se caressent partout et je vois la main de ma femme s'égarer vers le pubis de *** amie qui écarte les jambes. La main va jusqu'au bouton, ne le cherche pas longtemps: elle branle sa copine qui réagit immédiatement en disant " oui, oui, encore, baise-moi bien". Ma femme répond simplement;" je t'enfilerai tout à l'heure avec mon gode".
Je reste sur le pas de la porte, la bite bien dure de voir ces deux femmes s'aimer. C'est bien la première fois que ma femme se livre, au moins devant moi à une autre fille. Je me demande ce que je vais faire. Après tout, si elles aiment ça, pourquoi les déranger.
Je me retire un peu, sors ma queue et me branle en les regardant faire.
En attendant ma femme remplace ses doigts par sa langue. Elle fait encore jouir l'autre fille. Elles n'en ont pas assez: c'est la baisée qui se tourne complètement pour se mettre les jambes écartées sur la bouche de ma femme et poser la sienne sur la con de mon épouse. Je remarque que les deux poitrines ***t posées sur le ventre de l'autre. Les langues semblent bien déchainées. Les mains aussi participent à la fête: celles de ma femme semblent plus actives: elle a rentré deux ou trois doigts dans le cul de l'autre qui, elle, la doigte simplement.
J'arrête ma branlette pour me faire jouir plus tard ou alors participer à ces instants de plaisirs lesbiens.
Elles finissent par jouir. Ma femme à ce moment sort *** gode et le rentre très lentement dans le con de sa copine. Elle est mise de telle façon que je pourrai l'enculer sans problème.
Je m'approche, ma femme me voit et m'invite à participer à sa baise et me demandant de l'enculer ou si je veux me faire sucer.
Je préfère la sodomie qui me permet de posséder ma femme plus entièrement: elle aime se faire mettre pas là. Je ne m'en prive pas. *
Nous réussis***s l'exploit de jouir tous les trois ensemble

La dernière fois que j'ai vu ma femme baiser avec une autre, dans notre chambre ,j'ai pu participer en l'enculant pendant qu'elle se faisait sucer par sa copine. Nous en avons profité pour raconter sans cesse nos plaisirs réciproques de ce jour là. Pourtant un soir, elle me racontait une nouvelle baise qu'elle avait faite dans l'après midi avec une autre fille: elles se ***t rencontrées dans une pâtisserie et attablées elles ont rapidement parlé de sexe, puis des filles qu'elles avaient déjà eues. Éros, faisant bien les choses elles connaissaient la dernière avec qui ma femme avait baisé le jour où je l'enculais. Elles comparaient les orgasmes selon les positions. Cette nouvelles connaissance l'emmenait chez elle: ma femme savait parfaitement ce qui allait se passer: elle en étais assez exciter de coucher avec cette fille plutôt belle et sexy. Dès l'entrée sa nouvelle amie l'embrassait sur la bouche et leurs langues se disputaient de plus en plus vite. Bien sur ma femme qui aime se faire caresser les seins se laissait faire pendant qu'elle mettait directement une main au panier le l'autre. Les préliminaires assez courts devenaient de plus en plus précis: c'est ma femme qui arrivait la première sur le con de l'autre qui lui mettait une main au cul. Comme elle adore la sodomie, elle la laissait faire; surtout quand elle sentait des doigts pénétrer dans *** anus. Pour baiser confortablement les deux femmes se déshabillaient rapidement. Elles ne s'attardaient pas "une seuls chose comptait: jouir".
Elles se retrouvèrent couchées, bien serrées en s'embrassant et se caressant. C'est ma femme qui lui posait sa main sur le sexe la première et cherchait, pas longtemps le clito. Elle la branlait et sa compagne la laissait faire en fermant les yeux: ses seules paroles étaient que c'était bien meilleur la main de ma femme que la sienne quand elle se branlait. C'est aussi l'avis de ma femme qui préfère que je ma branle plutôt que de le faire seule, sinon le faire à deux en se regardant. L'amante à *** tour branlait mon épouse qui à *** habitude disait des gros mots: "je suis une pute, j'adore me faire mettre". Ce ***t ses même mots elle emploie avec moi.
Après s'être mutuellement branlées, il leur fallait quelques léchages. Mon épouse aime beaucoup se faire sucer: elle ouvrait ses jambes pour permettre à la tête de l'autre de passer et de venir lui sucer le con en entier. Elle commençait par lui lécher le petit trou: me femme aurai préféré qu'elle y rentre un peu de langue. Quand elle arrivait au clitoris ma femme me disait qu'elle avait jouit presque comme avec moi. La seule différence de taille était que c'était une fille qui la léchait et c'était bon.
Ma femme lui rendait la pareille avant de se retourner pour faire un 69. Elle prenait l'initiative de lui mettre deux doigts dans le cul. L'autre devait bien aimer se faire mettre par là: elle jouissait comme ma femme à qui elle aussi avait mit des doigts dans le cul.
Une seule chose manquait un bon gode pour se baiser ou s'enculer.
Ce soir je dois combler ce manque. Je l'encule puisqu'elle aime ça. Il lui manque quand même quelque chose: du sperme dans la bouche: alors dès que je sors de *** cul, elle me prend la pine dans la bouche et me suce pour que je jouisse bien en elle. Ma femme aime se montrer salope.
Je lui demande pourquoi elle baise avec d'autres femmes: parce que de temps en temps, elle aime la douceur d'une peau féminine sur *** corps et surtout avoir le goût de la cyprine d'une autre dans la bouche.
Pourquoi elle ne m'invite jamais pour ses baises lesbiennes? J'aimerai au moins une fois baiser en trio. C'est promis, la prochaine fois, elle baisera à la mai*** avec une copine qu'elle trouvera et que je pourrai baiser devant elle.

Ça y est, ma femme a tenue parole: Elle vient à la mai*** avec une fille sacrément sexy, même si ce n'est pas une beauté.
Elle ne porte semble-t-il qu'une petite mini jupe à ras de la touffe et un t-shirt très collant, sans rien d'autre il me semble.
Ses longues jambes ***t carrément un appel au viol. Quand elles arrivent toutes deux, elles ne s'occupent pas de moi, elles s'embrassent sur a bouche, se pelotent.
Ma femme va directement chercher le sexe en levant à peine la jupe. Cette fille la laisse faire, écarte un peu les jambes, je vois la main de mon épouse aller et venir sur le clitoris qui me semble bien gros.
Cette nouvelle amante ne veut pas rester là, à ne rien faire à ma femme, Elle la déculotte vite fait et à *** tour part à la découverte de *** sexe. Je pense qu'elle doit savoir que ma femme aime se faire mettre dans le cul. Pourtant elle s'accroupit, passe sa langue dans la fente et trouve le clito qu'elle lèche à grand coup de langue, comme un petit chien ferait d'une friandise. Je reconnais que le con de ma femme est une friandise tant pour moi que pour les autres.
Je les regarde et bande comme un cerf. Elle m'avait promis une baise en trio, ça va finir en baise de deux filles.
Pourtant cette nouvelle me voit bander et vient vers moi, elle me sort la bite avec difficulté tellement je suis tendu. Elle se penche vers ma queue, la met en bouche et commence une fellation assez rare.
Je me retiens pour ne pas jouir trop vite. Ma femme vient derrière celle qui me suce, s'allonge sur le dos et prend le con de *** amante dans la bouche: je la sens bien, j'ai posé une main sur le cul de ma suceuse.
Je ne peux plus tenir, je jouis dans cette bouche qui me tient encore. Elle me garde en elle tant qu'elle n'a pas jouit.
Cela ne tarde pas trop, ma femme est trop exercée au cunnilingus pour tarder à faire jouir une autre femme. Elles vont s'installer dans la chambre, je les suis tout en ayant ma pine pendante. Elles s'installent directement en 69.
Si la langue de ma femme, au moins au début lèche le clito de notre amante, celle-ci lui lèche également le clitoris mais en plus lui met trois doigts au cul. Ma femme n'a jamais pu résister à quelque chose qui soit dans *** anus.
Je commence à bander encore et je voudrai bien mettre ma queue à l'intérieur d'un ces deux corps.
Pourtant elles m'oublient et se contentent seules pour jouir. Mon épouse a sorti *** gode et baise sa compagne qui jouit plusieurs fois.
Enfin elle s'occupe de moi, je suis sur le ventre, le con de l'autre sur ma bouche. Ma femme, pour la première fois me met *** gode dans le cul, très doucement, avec tellement de délicatesse
Que je ne le sens presque pas quand elle me le met. A ma grande surprise elle me fait jouir ainsi en m'enculant. Quand je me tourne sur le dos, elle m'embrasse en me disant simplement: tu vois comme, tu me fais jouir quand tu me la mets au cul. Je sens qu'un tournant dans nos relations est arrivé. J'arrive en bandant encore à me farcir l'amante dans *** con largement ouvert, me femme est assise sur sa bouche pour bien se faire bouffer la moule.

Les aventures de ma femme par Titan


C'est ma femme qui raconte.
Samedi, nous nous levons et déjeunons ensemble, mon mari va bricoler dehors tandis que moi je m'occupe du nettoyage de la mai*** il est passé 11H quand j'ai fini. Quelques instants plus tard, on ***ne, je vais ouvrir en me demandant qui ça peut être et j'ai la surprise une fois la porte ouverte de voir Eric mon patro:
M = moi, E = Eric, G = Gaetan mon mari
M : Vous ici?
E : je voulais voir ta mai*** et si tu respectais les consignes.
M : Mais je ne travaille pas aujourd'hui.
E : Je t'ai bien dis sans culotte quelque soit le jour de la semaine ce qui veut dire même quand tu ne travaille pas. Vas chercher ton mari, il va pouvoir assister à ta punition.
M : Non pas chez moi au bureau tant que tu veux mais pas devant mon mari
E : Je ne te demande pas ton avis, je vais te punir et tout de suite.
Je vais donc chercher mon mari et lui demande de venir au salon sans lui préciser pourquoi. Il est très surpris de voir Eric chez nous et celui-ci lui dit :
E : Je suis passé à l'improviste pour voir si Sylvie avait respecté mes consignes ce qui n'est pas le cas donc elle va te dire ce qui va se passer. Allez vas-y explique à ton mari ce qui va t'arrivé.
M : Comme tu le sais quand je ne respecte pas les consignes Eric me donne la fessée et il a décidé de me la donné devant toi
E : Mets toi en position.
Je prends donc la position appuyé sur la table de la salle à manger dos au canapé au mon mari est assis. Eric relève ma robe me donne une dizaine de claques sur mes fesses puis arrache ma culotte me donne de nouveau une dizaine de fessées et il me dit de me mettre à poil en regardant mon mari. Je me mets face à Gaetan et enlève ma robe et mon soutien gorge, je suis nue devant ces deux hommes qui pendant quelques minutes m'admire et Eric m'ordonne de reprendre la position car la punition n'est pas fini et d'écarter bien mes cuisses pour qu'ils voient bien mon sexe. Ils contemplent encore un petit moment le tableau que je leur offre avant Qu'Eric me donne une trentaine de fessées et là il enlève sa ceinture et m'inflige une vingtaine de coups. Après il passe sa main sur mon entre jambe et s'exclame à l'intention de mon mari:
E : Mais regarde ça elle est mouillée, et tu sais ce qui faut faire quand une femme est dans cet état, et bien il faut la baiser.
M : A ça pas question pas ici.
E : Je te demande pas ton avis à toi, si bien tu voulais te venger de ton mari alors je te baise devant lui et il ne pourra pas dire que tu l'as trompé et crois moi tu vas la sentir ma bite dans ta chatte et tiens prends ça.
M : Ah! Non pas ici.
E : Ici et tout de suite, tiens prends ça, tu la sens bien?
M : Oh! Oui je la sens bien tellement elle est grosse.
E : C'est tellement que tu m'existe salope ça te plaît de te faire baiser.
M : oh oui c'est bon, pardonne moi chéri.
E : Tu n'as pas à te faire pardonner regarde comme ton mari bande de te regarder te faire baiser. Vient Gaetan te faire sucer par ta salope de femme.
M : Non, je ne veux pas et je n'aime pas sucer.
E : A partir de maintenant il faudra que tu aime sucer et avaler, tu n'as pas le choix, une soumise n'a pas le droit de refuser ce qu'on lui demande. Si bien tu aimes être soumise.
M : Oui j'aime être votre pute: baisez moi encore.
E : Oh! Oui je vais encore te baiser et même au bureau maintenant que je sais que tu aimes ça. Mais dépêches toi de sucer la bite de ton mari. Comme après que j'aurai joui dans ta chatte, il pourra à *** tour te défoncer.
J'ai donc obéi et sucé mon mari alors qu'Eric me baisait de plus en plus vite et il se lâcha en moi au moment au j'avais un orgasme fulgurant. Eric se retira et sans attendre mon mari me pénétra à *** tour très *********** comme Eric l'avait fait au paravent. J'ai encore joui 2 fois avant que mon époux ce vide en moi. Avant de partir Eric me dit que je dois aussi obéir à mon mari et donc j'ai 2 maîtres, puis je suis allée prendre une douche. Dans l'après midi mon mari me dit qu'il a vu dans la vitrine d'un magasin situé dans une ville proche de chez nous une belle robe et qu'il aimerait bien que l'on se rendent en ville pour la voir. Toujours partante pour acheter de nouveaux vêtements nous voilà donc partis en ville. Arrivés devant le magasin la robe me plaît nous entrons et la vendeuse nous salue, nous trouvons la robe et la taille me correspondant et on se dirige vers la cabine d'essayage une fois la robe mise je sors de la cabine pour que mon mari me voie. Il trouve la robe encore trop grande et demande l'avis de vendeuse qui confirme que ce genre de vêtement se porte très moulant et qu'il faut essayer une taille en dessous, j'essaie donc la robe avec une taille en moins. Je trouve la robe trop courte mais la vendeuse me précise que c'est un modèle court donc que ma robe est à bonne longueur. Mon mari me dit d'avancer dans le magasin et faire comme si je ramassais quelque chose parterre sans plier les genoux. Je m'exécute mais la robe remonte au dessus de mes fesses et ne redescend pas tant que celle-ci est moulante, je vais pour baisser ma robe mais mon mari me dit de rester comme ça et s'adresse à la vendeuse:
V = vendeuse
G : Elle est vraiment génial cette robe. N'est ce pas qu'elle a un beau cul?
V : Oui très joli que l'on a envie de palper.
G : Et bien ne vous gêner pas.
V : Elle a la peau douce, oh! Elle est épilé intégralement, on dirait de la soie et en plus elle mouille, elle aime ça montrer *** cul. Mes doigts s'enfoncent tout seul dans sa chatte.
M : Oh! Oui c'est bon.
G : Oui écoutez là, c'est sur qu'elle aime ce que vous lui faites, allez y branlez la. Et toi si tu veux que madame continue mets toi à poil.
M : Non pas ici.
G : A poil ou je dis à Eric que tu m'as désobéis.
M : D'accord je t'obéis.
J'étais donc toute nue dans le magasin encore ouvert les doigts de la vendeuse dans ma chatte et de l'autre main elle me pétrissait les nichons. Une cliente, entrée quelques instants plutôt s'approche de nous et commença à me caresser les fesses puis à entrer un, puis deux et enfin trois doigts dans mon cul, tandis qu'avec l'autre main, elle me mettait des petites claques sur les fesses. Je jouis deux fois puis mon mari m'ordonne d'aller dans la cabine accompagné des deux femmes chacune leur tour pour que je puisse les faire jouir avec ma langue, interdit de me servir de mes doigts, car me dit il, il n'y a pas de rai*** pour que je ne leur rendes pas le plaisir qu'elles m'ont donné. Une fois celà fait je me rhabille et en passant à la caisse la vendeuse nous fait une remise de 10% sur notre achat et nous dit que je serai toujours la bienvenue et que j'aurai une remise sur mes achats. Nous sortons du magasin et continuons à faire du lèche-vitrines. Je remarque un peu plus loin une paire de chaussures qui me plaît. Mon mari me dit qu'il faut les essayer donc on rentre un vendeur s'approche de nous et on lui fait voir le modèle en vitrine quelques instants plus tard il revient avec ma pointure et me demande de m'asseoir pour les essayer. J'essaie de garder mes jambes serrées. Je fais quelques pas dans le magasin mais elles ***t trop juste. Le vendeur me fait essayer une pointure plus grande et en mettant les chaussures il s'aperçoit que je n'ai pas de culotte, il regarde mon mari qui lui fait savoir d'un hochement de tête qu'il peut mater. Il me fait essayer d'autres paires en m'obligeant à écarter mes jambes. Une fois décidée sur les chaussures mon mari dit au vendeur qu'il pouvait faire ce qu'il voulait de moi. Il me regarda et me dit:
V = vendeur
V : Alors comme ça tu aime montrer ton sexe à tout le monde et comme je vois que tu mouilles salope je vais te baiser mais avant je te veux à poil.
Une fois nue il m'ordonne de me retourner, de prendre appui sur le dossier des chaises et de poser un pied sur une de celle-ci. Une fois en position je sens sa queue me pénétrer:
M : Oh!
V : T'aimes ça salope te faire sauter comme une putain. Qu'est ce qu'elle est bonne ta chatte.
M : Oh! Oui encore c'est trop bon je vais jouir.
Mon mari est venu devant à sorti *** sexe et m'a demandé de le sucer. Alors que le vendeur me baisait de plus en plus fort nous avons joui tous les trois ensemble. Je me suis rhabillé et après avoir payé les chaussures nous sommes rentrés chez nous.

Lundi, j'arrive au bureau, je vais dire bonjour à Eric après avoir saluer ma collègue Isabelle. Après avoir dit bonjour à Eric celui-ci me puni comme promis. Il relève ma robe sur mon dos et m'inflige une cinquantaine de fessées. Après la dernière fessée, Eric m'informe que cet après midi je dois aller faire signer le contrat chez le client (voir les aventures de ma femme 3).
En début d'après-midi je me rends donc chez le client avec tous les papiers à faire signer. Il habite un quartier résidentiel la propriété est renfermé avec un portail électrique et une caméra qui film l'entrée de celle-ci. Je ***ne et le client me demande ce que c'est, je me présente donc à quoi il répond que je dois laisser mes habits dans la voiture et ***ner de nouveau une fois nue, sachant que si je refuse il pourrait partir à la concurrence j'exécute donc les ordres. Après avoir ***né de nouveau le portail s'ouvre après quelques secondes interminables nue dans la rue j'avance dans l'allée et la porte de la mai*** s'ouvre c'est le client qui me fait entrer et passer dans *** bureau pour signer le contrat. Je lui explique que j'ai imprimé deux contrat, un normal comme au départ d'une durée d'un an et un second pour une durée de deux ans avec six mois gratuit. Il me dit qu'il va prendre celui là, une fois le contrat signé il me dit qu'il va passer dans *** salon pour qu'il me fesse du fait qu'il n'a pas pu le faire au bureau à cause du rendez-vous qu'il avait. Il me précisa que cela aller se faire devant *** épouse, la femme de ménage, *** chauffeur et un homme à tout faire. J'entre dans le salon tout le monde est déjà présent. Je dois me mettre à quatre pattes sur la table basse en tournant le dos à tous ces gens. J'ai reçus une dizaine de fessée de la main du client, ensuite sa femme est venue aussi me donner dix fessées. Puis le client m'a infligé dix coups de ceinture ainsi que *** épouse et pour terminer ils m'ont donné dix coups de badine chacun. Après avoir repris les documents signés, je suis rentrée au bureau.
Quelques jours plus tard, au matin alors que je recevais la fessée d'Eric dans *** bureau, Isabelle rentre dans la pièce, surprise de me voir dans cette position, elle s'apprête à le quitter quand Eric lui dit de rester. Il lui explique pourquoi il me donne la fessée tout en continuant de distribuer les clacs sur mes fesses. Le soir avant de partir Eric demande à Isabelle de venir pour qu'elle assiste à ma fessée du soir. Cette fois, Eric m'oblige à me mettre toute nue et me donne la fessée. Une fois fini il baisse *** pantalon et *** slip et me pénètre comme si Isabelle n'était pas là. Je joui deux fois avant qu'Eric ne décharge sa semence dans mon sexe. Et il dit en s'adressant à Isabelle maintenant tu sais aussi que je la baise. Le lendemain, isabelle me demande si j'ai vraiment pris du plaisir car de la façon dont il m'a fait jouir elle aurait aimé être à ma place à cause qu'avec *** mari ce n'est pas le pied, elle a très rarement des orgasmes. Quelques jours plus tard alors qu'Eric me baisse il demande à Isabelle :
E = Eric, M = moi, I = Isabelle
E : Tu aimerais être à sa place en train de prendre mon sexe dans ta chatte et avoir du plaisir comme elle?
I : Euh! Je ne sais pas, je suis mariée.
E : Sylvie est mariée aussi et *** mari est au courant qu'elle baise avec d'autres hommes. A toi de voir si tu as envie de savoir qu'est ce que c'est d'avoir un orgasme. Et dépêches toi de te décider.
I : je ne sais pas.
E : Bon si tu ne sais pas moi je sais. Si bien tu nous vois nus alors mets toi à poil aussi et si tu refuse je m'arrange pour que ton mari apprenne que tu t'envoie en l'air au bureau.
I : Non pas ça, je ferai tout ce que tu veux.
E : Alors à poil et vite et le temps que je te baise tu léchera la chatte de Sylvie.
I : Non je ne veux pas lécher le sexe d'une femme, je ne suis pas lesbienne.
Isabelle était maintenant en soutien gorge et culotte. Eric s'approcha et avant qu'elle n'est le temps de bouger il lui arracha ces sous vêtements, l'obligea à mettre sa tête entre mes cuisses et sans ménagement la pénétra de toute la longueur de *** sexe, Isabelle cria de surprise mais aussi de plaisir:
I : Ah! Oui c'est bon.
E : Tiens prends ça tu l'as sent bien ma queue et lèches bien la chatte de Sylvie.
I : non je ne veux pas.
Eric se retira et lui administra quelques fessées puis la pénétra de nouveau, recommença plusieurs fois malgré qu'Isabelle lui demandé d'arrêter les fessées et il lui dit que la fessée s'arrêterai quand elle me léchera la chatte, ce qu'elle fit avec beaucoup de tallent. Elle me fit jouir 2 fois et elle prit réellement *** pied au moins 3 fois avant qu'Eric ne se lâche dans sa chatte.
Le lendemain en arrivant au bureau Isabelle avait un drôle d'air, je lui demandais ce qu'il y avait et elle m'expliqua qu'en rentant chez elle, elle n'a pas eu le temps de prendre une douche et que *** mari s'est rendu compte qu'elle avait baisé car elle n'avait pas remis sa culotte et quand passant sa main sur *** sexe qu'il s'est rendu compte de *** forfait. Je l'emmenais dans le bureau d'Eric et lui dit de continuer d'expliquer ce qui s'était passé. Elle raconta alors qu'elle fut obligée d'avouer à *** mari ce qui s'était passé. Après avoir fini *** récit *** mari l'obligea à sucer *** sexe jusqu'à jouir dans sa bouche puis il l'allongea sur la table de la cuisine et la baisa. Elle reconnut qu'elle avait joui presque aussi fort avec *** mari qu'en fin d'après midi. Eric excité par ce récit nous demanda de nous foutre à poil pour que l'on baise tous les trois ce que nous avons fait toute la matinée. Isabelle m'a léché le sexe et mes seins sans Qu'Eric le lui demande, le temps que celui-ci lui ramone la chatte puis qui la sodomise, elle a joui au moins trois fois, ensuite nous avons inversé je l'ai léché tandis qu'Eric me baisait. Quel pied d'avoir un homme qui sait satisfaire deux femmes.
J'attends vos commentaires et si je dois continuer.

Pour les dialogue: M: moi, S: Sylvie, B: Bertrand, C: Christophe
De temps en temps j'invite deux copains Bertrand et Christophe à la mai*** pour un week-end console de jeux sous forme de petits tournois à trois. Ils arrivent le vendredi vers 19 h et repartent le dimanche en fin d'après midi.
On est vendredi et ce week-end Bernard et Christophe arrivent dans deux heures. Ma femme rentre du travail et me dit qu'elle a demandé à Eric *** patron (voir les aventures de ma femme 1, 2, 3 et 4) pour mettre exceptionnellement une culotte pour le week-end vu la venue des copains et qu'il est d'accord. Me méfiant de ce que dit ma femme je lui dis que je vais appeler Eric pour confirmation et que si elle m'a menti, je la punirai devant Bertrand et Christophe. Elle me répond qu'Eric n'est pas joignable du week-end. Mais devant mon insistance pour joindre Eric, elle m'avoue qu'elle ne lui a pas demandé. J'arrive à joindre Eric et lui explique ce que ma femme vient de me dire en précisant bien que je ne suis pas d'accord avec elle. Il me répond qu'il n'est pas question qu'elle mette une culotte et qu'il faut la punir, je lui réponds qu'elle le sera mais que lui aussi la semaine prochaine au bureau pourra aussi la punir. Après avoir raccroché, je transmets ce qu'Eric m'a dit. Elle part se doucher pendant ce temps je lui prépare des vêtements ainsi que sa chemise de nuit. Quand elle sort de la douche je lui donne les habits qu'elle doit mettre et qu'il faudra au moment de se coucher qu'elle mette la chemise de nuit que j'ai préparé et qu'elle vienne dire au revoir avant de se mettre au lit.
Les copains arrivent la soirée se passe bien, tout un coup ma femme part dans la chambre pour se changer, au bout d'un moment ne là voyant pas revenir je vais voir et là je la trouve dans le lit et je lui dis:
- Dis donc, je t'avais dit de mettre ta chemise de nuit et de venir dire bonsoir.
- Mais t'as vu: cette chemise de nuit est transparente.
- Je ne veux pas savoir, il ne fallait pas me mentir.
Je l'oblige à sortir du lit et la ramène dans le salon où elle dit un timide bonsoir. Je l'empêche de repartir tout de suite dans la chambre et lui demande:
- Ce qu'il t'arrive quand tu désobéis?
- Je suis punie
- Tu m'as bien menti tout à l'heure et tu viens bien de me désobéir?
- Oui
- Donc je vais te fesser
- Pas maintenant, pas devant eux
- Si maintenant devant eux.
J'attrape ma femme par *** bras et je m'assieds sur le canapé, couche ma femme en travers de mes genoux et demande à Christophe et Bertrand de se mettre dans les fauteuils comme ça ils auront une superbe vue sur ses fesses. Je remonte sa chemise de nuit et lui assène un trentaine de fessées sur chaque fesse, après la dernière elle se redresse tête basse dit bonsoir et va se coucher. Quelques minutes plus tard je la rejoins dans la chambre tire les draps au pied du lit, m'allonge sur elle après avoir baissé mon pantalon et la pénètre sans difficulté tellement elle mouille. Je la baise très fort, elle crie qu'elle jouit et au même moment je jouis aussi. Je reviens dans le salon et dis à Bertrand et Christophe de venir dans la chambre. Sylvie n'a pas remis le drap sur elle et je leur dis:
- M : Je vois qu'elle vous fait bander alors allez-y baisez là chacun votre tour,
- S : Non, je ne veux pas
- M : Tais toi, ils vont te baiser devant moi
- B et C : avec plaisir, depuis qu'on est arrivés qu'elle nous montre *** sexe et maintenant elle fait sa sainte ni touche et en plus je suis sur qu'elle va aimer ça.
- M : C'est sur elle va aimer, si bien: si elle refuse j'en parle à Eric *** patron.
Christophe et Bertrand se déshabillèrent et ce dernier fut le premier à baiser Sylvie, sentant qu'il allait jouir,il se retira et laissa la place à Christophe. Ils ont alterné comme ça pendant plus de vingt minutes. Ma femme jouissait à chaque fois qu'elle se faisait prendre. Elle disait:
-Oh! Oui c'est bon, baisez moi tous les deux, plus fort, plus vite.
Quand n'en pouvant plus de se retenir ils ont joui tous les deux sur *** visage et ses seins. Quand Sylvie eu reprit un peu ses esprits, je m'approchais de sa figure le sexe à l'air et dur et je lui enfonçais dans sa bouche quelques aller et retour dans celle-ci et je me lâchais et l'obligeait à avaler de mon sperme. Après une douche nous allions tous nous coucher.
Mais le week-end n'est pas fini.

On est samedi, après avoir déjeuné tous ensemble. Vers 11H30 ma femme me dit, qu'elle doit aller faire des courses au supermarché, elle a l'habitude de faire ces courses pendant le midi car il y a moins de monde sur en plein été.
Nous décidons Bertrand, Christophe et moi de l'accompagner. Elle est habillée d'une petite robe d'été très courte sans autre vêtements.
Dans les rayons, j'oblige plusieurs fois ma femme à prendre les articles en bas, qu'elle se doit de prendre en se penchant et sans plier les genoux et vu la longueur de sa robe une fois penchée on peut nettement voir qu'elle n'a pas de culotte et de temps en temps je remonte sa robe sur *** dos en lui faisant écarter ses jambes ce qu'elle fait je crois avec plaisir et on peut nettement voir *** sexe luisant tellement elle mouille. A plusieurs reprises, je remarque une femme qui détaille bien les exhibes de ma femme. En passant au rayon vêtement, je vois une joli robe, je la montre à Sylvie mon épouse qui la trouve à *** goût, aussi direction les cabines d'essayage ou je lui interdis de fermer le rideau qu'est ce qu'elle est belle ma femme nue, j'aperçois encore la femme vu quelques temps plutôt dans d'autres rayons. Nous allons au rayon maroquinerie là je prends une ceinture, dis à ma femme de se pencher, remonte sa robe et donne une vingtaine de coups sur ses fesses. Nous terminons les courses, on passe à la dernière caisse ouverte, je déboutonne 4 boutons du haut et écarte sa robe devant la caissière qui apprécie le spectacle cela m'excite beaucoup d'exhiber ma femme. La voiture un monospace type Sharan est garée tout à l'écart dans un endroit très calme vu qu'il n'y pas beaucoup de monde à cette heure au centre commercial. Après avoir ouvert le coffre de la voiture je dis à ma femme d'enlever sa robe avant de mettre les courses dans la voiture ce qu'elle fait sans discuter. Le dernier paquet dans le coffre, n'y tenant plus je me mets derrière ma femme l'oblige à prendre appuie sur la voiture et après avoir sorti ma queue je la pénètre très facilement tellement elle mouille. Étant très excités tous les deux, il ne nous faut pas longtemps pour que l'on jouissent ensemble. Après avoir repris nos esprits, je dis à ma femme de rester nue pour que Christophe et Bertrand la baise pendant le retour à la mai***. Arrivés à la mai*** nous déchargeons les courses que nous rangeons aussitôt, une fois fini ma femme va prendre une douche avant d'aller à *** rendez vous en ville chez l'esthéticienne.
Ma femme vous raconte *** rendez vous chez l'esthéticienne.
Après ma douche je m'habille d'un corsage et d'une jupe très courte et sans sous vêtement car l'esthéticienne connaît Eric mon patron, je prends une veste légère qui m'arrive juste au niveau de mon sexe et me rends en ville. 17H20, je me gare presque devant la boutique à cette heure c'est calme et en plus c'est les vacances. Je rentre dans la boutique et je vois à l'écran (petite télé) où d'habitude défile les promotions ou des réclames pour certains produits vendus dans le magasin des photos d'une femme prenant des conserves dans le bas du rayon et l'on peut apercevoir qu'elle ne porte pas de culotte. C'est à la photo suivante que je remarque que cette femme c'est moi dans le centre commercial quelques heures plutôt, je sursaute quand Nicole l'esthéticienne revient de la réserve avec des produits pour mettre dans ses rayons et me dit :
M = moi Sylvie – N = Nicole l'esthéticienne – F = la cliente – H = L'homme de la cliente
N : Bonjour, comment ça va ?
M : Bonjour, ça va bien merci.
N : Passes dans l'arrière boutique et déshabilles toi, je pose ce carton et j'arrive.
Dans la salle ou se font les soins, il y a aussi un écran où défile les mêmes photos. Je me déshabille et m'installe sur la table. Nicole arrive et commence à m'épiler toutes les parties de mon corps, elle termine par mon sexe. Elle a tout juste fini que l'on entend le carillon de la porte du magasin, elle pose une serviette chaude et humide sur moi comme à chaque fois puis elle s'excuse et va voir ce que veux la per***ne qui vient d'entrée:
N : Bonjour madame et bonjour monsieur, que puis-je pour vous?
F : Mon mari aimerait que je me fasse épiler intégralement, moi j'ai peur d' être déçue et de le regretter.
N : Rassurez vous ça repousse, mais sachez bien que sur toutes les femmes que j'ai épilées intégralement 1 ou 2 non pas continué et si vous voulez voir le résultat et l'avis d'une cliente sur l'épilation totale venez avec moi dans l'arrière boutique, je viens de terminer l'épilation sur une cliente.
En disant cela, Nicole revient dans l'arrière boutique suivie des clients et me dit:
N : J'ai des clients qui hésitent pour l'épilation intégrale donc je vais leur faire voir le résultat sur toi.
M : Mais ça va pas, je ne connais pas ces gens.
N : Et ce midi au centre commercial combien de per***nes que tu ne connais pas ton vue?
M : Je ne sais pas.
N : Alors ne fais pas de manière et retire cette serviette.
Je n'ai pas le temps de faire quoi que ce soit, Nicole enlève la serviette et m'oblige à écarter les jambes, et dit aux clients:
N : Regardez comme c'est beau et touchez pour sentir comme c'est doux.
H : C'est vraie que c'est doux et très beau.
F : Oui c'est vrai que c'est agréable au toucher, mais ce n'est pas trop douloureux?
M : La première fois est difficile et un peu plus douloureuse mais le plaisir que l'on ressent quand un homme nous regarde ou quand on fait l'amour est extraordinaire. J'ai beaucoup plus de sensations étant épilée qu'avant.
F : Bon, elle m'a convaincu, je vais essayer, vous pouvez me donner un rendez vous?
N : Oui, J'ai une cliente qui c'est décommandée vous pouvez revenir dans une demi heure.
F : D'accord à tout à l'heure.
N : Toi, tu ne bouge pas, j'arrive.
Après avoir raccompagné les clients à la porte Nicole revient dans l'arrière boutique, va au fond de la pièce derrière moi, je ne peux pas voir ce qu'elle fait quand elle revient près de moi je découvre qu'elle s'est mise nue et qu'elle a un gode ceinture au tour de la taille, très étonnée je dis:
M : Mais qu'est ce vous allez faire?
N : Comme tu as le feu au cul, que tu mouilles comme une chienne en chaleur, je vais éteindre le feu qui est en toi. Aller suce moi.
M : Non, pas question.
N : Tu veux que j'en parle à Eric?
M : Non.
N : Alors suce dépêches toi.
Elle m'enfonce le gode dans la bouche et fais plusieurs va et vient, me baise carrément la bouche puis va entre mes jambes et s'enfonce sans douceur dans mon vagin.
M : Aïe, non je ne veux pas.
N : Ne fais pas de manière tout à l'heure sur le parking tu aimais ça salope.
M : Oui, avec des hommes ce n'est pas pareil.
N : Mais si tu vas voir grosse cochonne, je vais te prendre dans toutes les positions et tu vas jouir plusieurs fois car mon sexe ne débande jamais.
M : Non, je n'aime pas les godes.
Ne tenant pas compte de mon avis Nicole continue à me baiser la chatte. Malgré moi je commence à laisser échapper de petits gémissements qui encouragent Nicole à continuer à me prendre:
N : Tu vois que tu aimes te faire prendre même par un gode, tu es en train de prendre du plaisir salope
M : Oh! Oui continue c'est bon baises moi fort
N : Tu sais je vais envoyer les photos que j'ai faites ce matin au centre commercial et la vidéo ou je suis en train de te baiser à Eric et à ton mari.
M : Non ne fais pas ça, je ferai tout ce que tu voudras.
N : J'attendrai jeudi pour les envoyer, Eric m'a dit que tu devais tous raconter, alors tu raconteras ton week-end au début de la semaine car si tu ne dis rien et qu'ils reçoivent les documents tu risques de passer un sale quart d'heure.
M : Non n'envoies pas ces photos.
N : Si et je préciserai que tu n'étais pas d'accord. Et maintenant descends de la table et retourne toi que je te prenne en levrette comme une chienne que tu es.
Je prends donc la position demandée et à peine penchée sur la table, elle me pénètre à nouveau la chatte, c'est à ce moment que l'on entend la porte du magasin, c'est la cliente qui revient pour ce faire épiler. En arrivant dans l'arrière boutique, elle s'excuse et repart mais Nicole lui dit qu'elle peut rester tout en continuant à me limer la chatte et lui précise qu'elle baise uniquement ses clientes comme moi très salopes et celles qui le désire. Sortant de mon sexe, elle présente *** gode à mon anus et sans trop ****** me pénètre le cul ce qui a pour effet de déclencher un orgasme fulgurant. Après avoir repris mes esprits elle me dit de rester là le temps qu'elle s'occupe de la cliente chose qu'elle fait sans se rhabiller, une fois fini, elle m'oblige à m'allonger sur la table et me baise à nouveau jusqu'à ce que nous jouis***s toutes les deux. Nicole se rhabille mais m'interdit d'en faire autant, on repasse dans le magasin ou l'on paye et c'est là que la cliente s'aperçoit que c'est moi sur les photos qui défilent à l'écran et dit à Nicole qu'elle comprend pourquoi elle m'a baisée et que je suis une vraie salope. Nicole me tend ma veste me salue et je quitte le magasin sans mes autres vêtements.
Quand je rentre chez moi mon mari me voyant nue sous ma veste me demande de raconter ma fin d'après midi. Je lui demande d'attendre le lendemain en lui précisant qu'il ne le regrettera pas. Dimanche en fin de matinée n'y tenant plus, il me supplie de lui raconter tous ce que j'ai fais car je n'ai pas oublié que Nicole doit envoyer le film et les photos. Quand j'ai eu fini de raconter j'ai été baisé par trois mâles très excités pendant toute l'après midi. ET le lundi je racontais tous mon week-end à Eric dans les moindres détails.
Dois je vous raconter La semaine qui suivit ce week-end ? A bientôt peut être

Lundi, j'arrive au bureau habillée d'une robe sans autres vêtements, mon patron m'interdisant le port de sous vêtements, je salue ma collègue et entre dans le bureau d'Eric mon patron à qui je dis bonjour et lui demande si il a passé un bon week-end. Il me répond que oui et me demande si le mien c'est bien passé, je lui dis que oui, il me demande de raconter, je lui dis que je raconterais à tous pendant le midi.
A midi, nous partons tous les trois vers le petit restaurant de quartier ou nous avons l'habitude de déjeuner tous les midis. Une fois installés, Eric me demande de raconter mon week-end: chose que je fais dans les moindres détails sachant très bien que Nicole l'esthéticienne doit lui envoyer les photos et les vidéos (voir les épisodes précédents) qu'elle a faite. A la fin de mon récit, Eric dit:
E : Eh! Bien quel week-end, tu l'as bien raconté, je bande comme un âne, je ne pourrais pas attendre d'être revenu au bureau pour me soulager. Et toi Isabelle *** histoire t'as excité?
I : Oh! Oui beaucoup, mais je devrais tenir jusqu'au retour au bureau.
E : Moi je n'arriverai pas à repartir dans cet état. Et toi Sylvie tu es trempé j'en suis sur? Tu vas te rendre aux toilettes, tu enlèves ta robe et tu attends nue tes mains appuyé sur le lavabo, je vais te suivre et te baiser après tout c'est de ta faute si je suis dans cet état.
Sachant que je n'ai pas intérêt à discuter quand Eric me donne un ordre, je me lève, vais aux toilettes, enlève ma robe et prends la position demandé. A peine les mains posées sur le lavabo, Eric rentre ouvre *** pantalon sort *** sexe bien dur et me pénètre très *********** ce qui a pour effet de me faire crier:
M : Ah! Ah! Ah!
E : Putain qu'est ce que tu es trempée, ça rentre tout seul. T'en avais envie de te faire sauter salope?
M : Oh! Oui c'est bon! baise moi fort, fais jouir ta salope, oh! Oui encore continue.
E : Salope, ça t'excite de te faire baiser dans les toilettes d'un restaurant, tu la sens bien ma bite dans ta chatte.
M : Oui, c'est bon baises moi plus fort je jouis.
E : Oui, vas y jouis salope moi aussi je jouis.
Eric regagne notre table, je fais de même après avoir remis ma robe. Nous finis***s de déjeuner et regagnons le bureau, sur le chemin je sens le sperme coller le long de mes jambes. Arrivés au bureau, je m'aperçois qu'il y a une tache sur ma robe au niveau de mes fesses. Je n'ai pas de change et je dois recevoir un client. Alors que mon client arrive, je vois Isabelle se diriger vers le bureau d'Eric sachant qu'elle va se faire baiser le temps que je suis avec le client, heureusement le bureau d'Eric n'est pas à coté du mien, mais cela n'empêche pas que quelques minutes plus tard on entend Isabelle pousser des gémissements qui ne laisse aucun doute sur ce qui se passe dans le bureau. Au soir rentré chez moi, je raconte tout à mon mari qui une fois au lit, il me fait divinement l'amour.
Mardi midi comme à notre habitude nous nous rendons au restaurant. A peine installés le patron dit à Eric qu'il voudrait bien lui montrer quelques chose, les deux hommes vont derrière le comptoir est discute:
P : Suite à plusieurs vol de matériel dans nos toilettes, nous avons été obligé de mettre une caméra qui filme quand quelqu'un entre ou sort de la partie lavabo et hier j'ai pu voir cela. Je ne peux pas rester insensible à ça regardez: rien qu'à revoir les images je bande et je voulais savoir si je pouvais la sauter moi aussi, je sais que c'est votre employée.
E : Je ne vois aucun inconvénient pour que vous la baisiez.
P : Mais elle: va-t-elle vouloir?
E : Vous ne lui demandez pas *** avis, vous lui faites voir la vidéo, une fois qu'elle regarde vous relevez sa robe et vous la baisez, si elle dit quoi que ce soit vous mettez la vidéo sur internet.
P : Ok, merci bien.
Eric revient à notre table avec un beau sourire. Après notre plat principal, le patron de restaurant s'approche et me demande de le suivre. Arrivés derrière le comptoir, il me montre la vidéo sur un petit écran accroché dans le coin. Pour mieux voir, je me penche un peu et je sens tout de suite que le patron relève ma robe je proteste:
M : Mais ça va pas, je ne suis pas une salope.
P : Tu veux que je mette le *** dans toute la salle?
M : Non.
P : Alors laisses moi te baiser, si bien, il est très rare que des clients viennent au comptoir à cette heure et la vidéo que tu vois je vais le mettre sur internet ainsi que celle-ci ou je te baise.
A peine sa phrase finie que je sens *** sexe bien raide me pénétrer d'abord doucement puis de plus en plus vite. Je tourne légèrement ma tête vers notre table et je vois qu'Isabelle et Eric me regarde avec sur leur visage une expression qui me dit qu'ils savent que le patron me saute. Quelques instants plus tard je sens le sperme se répandre dans ma chatte ce qui a pour effet de me faire jouir. Après avoir repris nos esprits, le patron me raccompagne à la table.
Le soir, je raconte tout à mon mari dans les moindres détails, étant très excités tous mes deux, nous sommes incapables d'attendre d'être au lit pour baiser, mon mari me met à poil et me pénètre alors que nous sommes sur notre terrasse tant pis pour nos voisins.
Quelques jours plus tard, on reçoit un E-mail nous demandant d'aller voir sur un site ou nous découvrons les 2 vidéos du restaurant.

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All Right I'll Do It


Alright I'll do it but you promise you will never tell or bring this up again?"

It was spring of 1970 and I had just turned eighteen a week earlier. My last year at Reidel High, located in a small northwestern town Nowhere USA with a Population of 2,700 and far away from the anywhere else Reidel had a national forest and farmland surrounding it. The high school had one hundred attendants with a graduating class of nine girls and sixteen boys. Most of the seniors had turned eighteen in the spring, which meant most of us had been conceived in late summer.

Unlike the other young men in my class I was small. Where the other boys ranged from skinny tall to immensely large I was barely 5'6" and weighed 125 pounds. So, as you can guess, I was often bullied during my school years. My Dad was the local pastor and an emasculated husband. My ****** was a unhappy since she had thought she deserved more.

This fateful day, when I uttered those words, my parents were away with my fourteen-year-old sister. They were three hundred miles away. It was spring break and they had gone to a parish run by an old friend of Dad's. They left me alone since they knew I wouldn't do anything wrong and could take care of myself. But also because his friend had only one *****, also a fourteen-year-old girl and the house three bedrooms like our home. So there really wasn't any room for me and I was more then happy to spend the week at home alone.

Our modest ranch house was on the out skirt of town where the small church was located as well. Dad had built the house away from the church along a winding dirt road. The national forest abutted the rear of the house. Trees surrounded the land between the house and the church. If you didn't know a house was back there you may not ever find it. The only visible entrance to the winding dirt road was at the very back of the parishioner parking lot. An opening in the fenced area was the entrance to the small dirt road surrounded by brambles and rutted from rainfall. Dad wasn't much of an outdoorsman. The landscape company kept the church grounds cleared t but it all ended at that opening in the fence.

It was Friday afternoon, still very chilly, but because we lived near the next time zone to the west and being mid-spring daylight would filter through the sky until early evening. And with spring had come the new green leaves on the brambles. If you saw Dad's car you'd have seen the scratches on his old rundown Pacer from the branches along the road. It seemed his car was the only way he pruned the brambles. Mom often mumbled about the junk house, the junk car and her miserable life.

Even though we were almost living in the middle of nowhere we did have a television, a hi-fi, a Bell and Howell projection and of course a phone. We only got two channels on our TV and even those were flickering distorted images no matter how you adjusted the rabbit ears (antenna). Dad's idea of entertainment was reading passages from the bible. Mom's idea was reading romance novels and muttering under her breath. But despite Dad's strict demands he had allowed me one small vice. This was the time of hippies. The Beatles. Long hair. And being rebellious I had grown my blond hair to shoulder length.

The late afternoon sun glistened over the pink walls of my sister's room. Curiosity had led me into her room and she being the same size as me I had found her cheerleading outfit and decided to put it on. Seemed mysterious erotic and I hadn't even considered it abnormal except for the hesitation in my breath as I took off my clothes and slid her outfit on. I can't explain why but I was standing in front of her full length mirror looking at myself in her uniform with my briefs underneath rubbing an erection when the flash went off and I turned to see Robert and John standing in the doorway laughing. Mortified I turned and was about to say, "Get out of here," but the words didn't come out.

Instead I heard, "Tim you make a great looking girl."

Less then an hour later they had gotten me to swap my briefs for a pair of Mary's panties. They also had me apply pink stick-on nails they had found in her vanity drawer. Paint my lips with matching lipstick. And then John had sprayed Mary's perfume all over me. He had applied to much and there was a sickly sweet girly girl smell like a ****** field surrounding me. John had also found a hair band with a big pink bow attached to it and had me pull my hair back into a ponytail.

Now I was in the living room with them. Standing there both ashamed and worried.

"Alright I'll do it but you promise you will never tell or bring this up again?"

This was my reply to their demand I be their little girl slut for the afternoon. If I did what they said they'd give me the Polaroids. But if I didn't they'd pass them around at school and of course my Mom and Dad would find out. My sister would also. All the girls....everyone. The shame would never end.

Robert and John promised but said they would be taking more pictures that afternoon just so I would keep my end of the bargain. So here I am in Mary's crimson and gold cheerleading outfit having to do anything they wanted me to for the next two hours.

"Twirl around Tim," John chided.

And twirl I did. The short skirt fanned out showing a hint of the pair of white satin panties John had picked out for me since they were a little wide then the crotch of the cheerleading skirt.

Flash another Polaroid.

"Hey Tim, do you have some beer?" John asked with his eyes burning through my clothes.

"Yeah, bring us a couple of beers," Robert chimed in.

Begrudgingly I went off to the kitchen to get them a couple of beers. I had bought two twelve packs of Bud for myself earlier in the day. A week supply and now here I was walking to the kitchen to get them for someone else.

When I returned I had my pink painted fingernails wrapped around the bottles.

'Flash.' Another damning photograph.

Three polaroid shots of me now sat on the coffee table like poker chips anted. John was over by the hi-fi putting on an album. A moment later the small speakers began to play "Sugar Sugar" and John coaxed me to dance sexy for them. John was the oldest senior. He had been left back in grammar school. He was six foot plus and was a defensive end on the football team. Robert was about 5'10". The both weighed at least two hundred pounds each. John had grown a beard since the end of the season and his jet-black hair and beard made him look formidable. Robert had moderate length brunette hair. I looked at them sitting with their legs spread apart ******** their beers.

John said, "Dance sexy for us Sugar."

He sat there smiling as he rubbed his crotch through the dirty blue jeans he was wearing. He also had on a football jersey with his number 88 and a pair of black motorcycle boots.

He pointed to the pictures, "be a good girl and these pictures will disappear."

So I danced for them. But John wanted me to dance like a girl. I didn't know how but I tried anyhow.

"Show us your wiener Tim," Robert said after the second round of beers. "Come on, you want the pictures back don't you?"

Robert was sitting at the other end of the couch. He was wearing his camouflage hunting pants and a brown turtleneck sweater. He also had his hunting boots on.

Hoping this would end as soon as they were reminded I was a boy I decided to go ahead and show them my dick. I pulled the crotch of the cheerleading skirt to the side with the panties beneath.

"Hahahaha," John laughed as he looked.

Now I knew my penis wasn't big by guy standards but with the fear and shame it had shriveled up to about an inch. I couldn't see it but from their laughter I was sure it must have been very small.

"Well, with a wiener like that we can't call you Tim but what should we call you," Robert asked rhetorically?

"It's tiny like a fat clit," John chimed in, "so I think we should call her Tina."

FLASH....another picture...this one of me standing there holding my skirt up and panties to the knees. Each picture was more damning then the next. I had to get them back.

"Okay Tina, just suck the two of us off and then you can have the Polaroids," John said.

And that's when I said,

"Alright I'll do it but you promise you will never tell or bring this up again?"

John handed the camera to Robert and had me come over and kneel in front of him. Degrading me more he had me suck his balls and rub my lips up his shaft through his pants before he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. My eyes were just inches away as it hung semi-hard a good six plus inches.

"I won't shoot in your mouth Tina. Just suck me until I'm ready to cum and I'll shoot on your face. Then take care of Robert and we'll be off."

Suck a cock....I mean disgusting. The thought nearly made me vomit but the pictures stared at me. Poker chips. The ante was the pictures for a degrading act. Soon I was on my knees sucking John's cock. It didn't taste bad but it still made me want to *****.

It wasn't long before John pulled out of my mouth and started to jerk his cock with his hand.

"Smile Tina," John said.

'FLASH'

Then his sperm shot out of his cock head and right into my face and his warm sperm splattering on my nose and cheek. His cum was all thick gobs and a few tablespoons worth. A lot more cum then the dribble I'd produce when I'd beat off.

"FLASH"

"Ok, little cum slut, over here now," Robert said.

I couldn't see but turned to his voice. John grabbed my ponytail and handed it to Robert who pulled on it like a mane directing an ******.

"Open Wide," Robert said as he pushed his cock into my face and then down in my throat.

I felt my skirt lifted and then John's big hands were rubbing my ass through the cheerleading outfits satin panty part as Robert's cock slithered down into my throat. I gagged and tried to pull back but Robert pulled my hair and then John whacked my ass a couple of spanks. Tears were welling up in my eyes. A side effect from having Robert's cock buried deep past my tonsils.

"There, you see Robert," John said, "she's a real girl. All she needed was a spanking and hair pulling for her to learn to deep throat. And look she cries just like a little girl."

Unlike John, Robert decided his cum was going somewhere else. He spurted when his balls were against my chin and his cock somewhere past my Adam's apple. I could feel his liquid pre-cum like a fire hose washing my throat and then his warm sticky cum dribbled down my throat.

"FLASH"

They were done. It was over. I dripped of John's cum and my throat was sore from Robert but they were leaving now.

As John and Robert opened the front door to leave I put my hand out for the Polaroids.

John pulled one from his pocket handing it to me and said, "We'll be back tomorrow afternoon and we expect you'll make sure you even look prettier or else."

FLASH

The door closed and I stood there in shock. John's cum was drying and pulling my skin as if he was pinching my cheek. I rushed to the bathroom. I had barely gotten the shower running when I had to kneel in front of the toilet and vomit. My mind swirled as both the *********** and probably Robert's sperm was mixed in the vomit. I started to cry. Then I went into the hot shower washing my body over and over again with liquid soap. But even the soaps scent smelled more girl then boy. Girl/Boy. They had promised but now the promise was blackmail. What would I do?

A couple of beers later I fell asleep. At 9am the phone rang and I answered it.

"Tina," John said, "we'll be there for lunch. Make sure you find the sexiest outfit you can and make sure your skin is smooth everywhere. And of course Robert and I expect you to be all perfumed like yesterday when you answer the door. You'll get the pictures for proper behavior. And we hope you understand this is much better then all 2700 people in Reidel knowing. See you tomorrow at noon."

And then he just hung up.

My breathing was short and nervous. I weighed my options and thought I could probably do this. I had already sucked their cocks. It wouldn't be so bad. Well it was good either but what choice did I have?

I woke up and looked at my clock. It was nearly 10am. They'd be here in two hours. I had to have lunch ready and be dressed. Oh, and I had to shave. I went right to the shower. There was Mary's razor a pink Lady Gillette and her foam. Also there was a bottle of Nair. Mary said she used that on her legs. I read the instructions and rubbed in on my legs. My pink fingernails were still attached and it was strange when I looked at them applying the Nair. I had my left leg perched on the bathtub rubbing this cream with my pink nailed fingers. My hands looked so feminine. I shaved my pits and tried to shave my pubes but I was afraid of the razor down there so I stopped a good inch above. It looked weird. I was a natural blond so my pubes were light too and the little patch looked girly now.

Naked I went into my sister's room and looked at what I should wear. She did have a matching white sexy bra and panties. I put those on. Looking in her closet I wasn't sure what to wear. I picked out a floral multicolored dress with over the shoulder straps. On the clothes hanger was a bangle bracelet that matched the dress so I put it on. Although I fit her dress I am two inches taller then Mary so the dress ended half way up my thighs.

I found a pair of red matching heels and after rummaging through her drawers I found a pair of white thigh high stockings. Pink lipstick and a couple of sprays from her perfume bottle and I rushed to the kitchen, nearly falling several times in the heels, to make lunch. It was already 11:30am. With very little time left I decided to make tuna salad sandwiches and a bowl of chips.

But there was more then fear propelling me. There was another feeling. I tried to ignore it but the adrenaline rush was dizzying.

The doorbell rang. They were early.

I walked awkwardly to the front door and stood a moment visualizing Robert and John standing on the other side of the faded white wooden door. Gasping for air I stood there in a moment of hesitation and felt a scare rising inside me. What if it was someone else? Suppose it was the mailman or a parishioner?

I opened the door. The springs chilly morning air rush over me. Not remembering for a moment how I looked I smiled, as I would have if dressed as Tim.

FLASH!

Robert, John, Chip and Dave were standing outside.

"Tina, you know Chip and Dave," Robert said.

Of course I knew them. Chip had graduated last year. Dave was a year or two older and had not graduated. They both were working in town. Neither of them had been smart enough to go to college. Chip worked at the Exxon station and Dave owned the local tattoo parlor.

My face was in shock.

"Make the most of it Tina," John said as he walked in and slapped my ass.

The rest followed in and Robert closed the door. Chip was carrying two brown paper bags

Robert said, "We're famished. What did you make for lunch Tina?"

I started toward the kitchen and could feel them looking at me as my dress swayed and I teetered on my red heels. There on the wooden table were three tuna sandwiches on paper plates, three bags of chips and three glasses.

"Tina, you should always be prepared. That's a demerit for not having sandwiches for our guests. Be a good girl and set another place," John said.

A few minutes later there were four settings as I pondered what this 'demerit' thing was about.

Chip had put the brown bags down and had just pulled a handle of Jack out of one of them. Chip had brown hair and was about the same height as Robert.

Chip motioned for me to come over to him. When I got there he instructed me to put my arms out in front of me and for my wrists to be touching each other. Then he reached into the other bag and pulled out some plastic tape wrapping my wrists together.

"Today is training day for Tina," Chip said.

Now I was frightened but there wasn't much I could do standing there in wobbly heels with my wrists bound.

"Are you still a virgin," Chip asked?

"No," I replied.

"I don't mean Tim. I mean Tina. Have you ever been fucked in your pussy," he continued.

Chips green eyes penetrated mine and his face had pockmarks from what must have been acne when he was a teenager. I hadn't really noticed that before but then again I was gaining a new perspective on life as I stood there.

"Yes," I replied meekly.

He held my taped wrists and pulled me closer. Then he took his fingers and brought them to my lips.

"Suck them slut," he commanded.

His fingernails were short but still had managed to get dirt and grime under them. I looked at John and Robert with pleading eyes. I was now way in over my head.

"Don't worry your little blond curls over this Tina," John said. "We aren't going to tell any of the goodie two shoes in town. Just a few of the bad boys who will need your services while your parents are away. (John must have read the note on the refrigerator door. You'll be fine as long as you do what is expected of you."

Chips fingers rubbed my lips.

"Suck them slut,' he repeated

My pink lips parted and his grimy fingers slid in onto my tongue as he wiped his encrusted fingertips on my tongue feeling my mouth as if I was just some object.

"Good girl," Chip said while Robert poured the guys some Jack.

Dave just watched with a smirk on his face.

"You are a pussy aren't you," Chip asked?

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and rubbed them on my thigh highs just above the hemline of my dress. His fingers rose a bit higher past the stockings and touched my naked skin above.

"She has smooth legs John," Chip said and as he moved his hand back to play with my butt I felt his fingers slide under the elastic of my panties. His fingers continued higher till he touched my privates.

"John, you are so right, I don't feel any cock just pussy she's so small," Chip chuckled.

"Tina the man asked you a question. When a man talks to you answer him," Robert toned in.

"Yes," I quivered.

"Yes, I am a silly slut girl Mister," Chip instructed me to say.

Whatever exhilaration I had felt before John and Robert had arrived was fading into *********** and degradation. Chip had let go of my wrists but had told me to just stand there as he ate his sandwich and chips. I could see some of the crumbs accumulate in his beard

Dave still hadn't said much but he was the largest of the four with bulging muscles and tattoos on both his arms. He was wearing black leather pants and a Grateful Dead t-shirt. His silence was scary especially since he was bald with one of those terrible goatees. He looked just like one of those very bad guys you see in the movies. Even his dark eyes radiated manliness.

Chip took another bite of his tuna sandwich and a small piece of tuna fell out of the edge and landed on his crotch.

"Tina, bend down and lick that clean," Chip said.

And that was when I said, "NO."

"Did the girl say 'NO'," Dave asked?

"It's not fair. Robert and John had made a deal with me and now it's gone to far," I replied.

Dave got up. Even with the two inches of height I got from the heels Dave towered over me. He was not only a big man but his presence was that of the enforcer in a gang. He didn't say a word as he approached me. Instead his dark brown eyes revealed only solid strength and determination.

I saw his hand in motion before I felt his fingers slamming against my left cheek. The slap was more intense then any punch I had ever received. But then again I hadn't had a fight since third grade. Instead I had managed to slink away when trouble brewed except for the few times I got beat up and the memory of those times made degradation seem more tolerable.

But there was no way out from here except more pain from Dave. The immense stinging against my face was a not so subtle reminder I was a wimp versus pain. Only my ****** had ever slapped my face and I had cried after that. So my reaction here was similar. I started to cry but unlike my ******s slap I couldn't raise my hand to my cheek so instead I cried with my hands bound in front of me as I stood there in heels and my sisters dress.

But Dave wasn't finished. He immediately slapped my other cheek and then he told Chip to pull my wrists down and bend me over. All of this was occurring in a blur of pain, anguish and tears for me.

I felt me dress lifted in the back and then Dave took his massive hands and started to spank me. This wasn't a spanking like Mom would do. It was a ****** walloping. I was bawling during the five minutes Dave slapped my ass. Even though he hadn't pulled my panties down the thin satin had done nothing to cushion Dave's hand from punishing me.

Then it was over but it was also a new beginning. My butt cheeks burned hot as asphalt in mid-summer.

"Now little pussy you will do as you are told. No complaints anymore. You will behave or my hand will become a fist and instead of slaps they will be blows. Do you understand girl?" Dave commanded.

In a whimpering cry I answered "Yes," as my eyes saw the tuna fish glob on Chips oil stained coveralls through my watery tears.

But before the tuna was attended to Dave grabbed me by my blond locks and pulled my head back so I was looking up into his eyes.

He said, "From now on you will start your sentence with "Pussy girl,". So the way to answer my question is, "Pussy girl says yes Mister Dave."

Dave glared into my eyes and instructed me that 'Mister' was to always be used and if I made a mistake as a girl I'd be spanked. If I made a mistake acting like a boy I'd be beaten. My answers should be as girlie as possible and in the third person.

Everything inside me submitted at that moment. As Dave finished his instructions he slapped me a couple more time on my ass through my dress.

Dave let go of my hair and looked at me waiting for my reply.

"Pussy girl says yes Mister Dave," I said in a halting and slightly higher pitched voice caused by my crying.

"I like that voice, use it from now on pussy," Dave said and then he went back to his chair and sat down.

Chip looked at me then and said, "Tina, wouldn't you like to lick the tuna off my pants now?"

I began to kneel down when Dave told me to answer him.

"Pussy girl says yes Mister Chip," I uttered. I was sinking into depravity.

But that wasn't good enough. After more instructions from Dave and several replies unacceptable I finally uttered this,

"Pussy girl would love to lick clean the tuna off Mister Chip pants," my quivering voice sputtered and my brain took a blond right turn into mush.

A moment later my knees were on the tile floor and I was licking tuna fish off of Chips stinky crotch. My ass was still stinging from Dave's spanking. Inside I was repulsed but some other part of me had taken over. Objection was only a thought now. Somehow I'd get past this. The taste of his overalls mixed with the tuna fish was very repulsive. Like a movie I thought of my sentence for the week as a hurdle I would have to surmount.

The guys got up and took the ***** and the other brown bag to the living room. When John had started picking up his paper plate Dave had said, "that's girl work," and he came over and undid the bondage tape telling me to clean up and then join them.

I was just finishing wiping the table after lunch when Dave called, "Tina, get your ass in here."

The quiet Dave was not quiet anymore.

I walked into the living room. The TV was in the corner on a TV stand. On the wall was the Hi-Fi. It sat on one of the bookshelves. The shelves ran from the right of the fireplace to the wall where the TV sat in the corner and were mostly filled with books on religion and romance novels. The carpet was a weird blue. Mom's sense of decoration was Miami North. The wooden shelves and wall were painted white and so was the brick fireplace now which flickered from the fire one of the guys had lit. The living room was toasty warm.

The guys were seated. Two of them sat on the couch and the other two sat in the two chairs off to left of the sofa. Mom's weird gold colored chandelier with perforations in the metal cast its eerie shadow down on the black lacquered coffee table lighting and shadowing the brown bag was now turned on its side, the contents spilled out. The two-thirds full bottle of Jack sat like an exclamation mark at one end of the strewn contents. There was several porn magazines scattered about, most likely from the brown bag. Also the bondage tape, a couple of 8mm canisters, a big black butt plug (I had only seen one of these once when I had walked into Dave's tattoo parlor. There was an Adult Only area in the back of his store where I couldn't go since a few months ago I hadn't turned eighteen yet. But a glass case on the wall outside the curtain separating the tattoo parlor had held a similar device and when I had asked what it was from another customer and he had told me. On the coffee table there was also a tube of something.

Robert had me come over to him. He took the tube and attached a thin nozzle to the end. Turning me around he had me bend over. Moments later the nozzle was in my ass and he was squirting the contents of the tube up my ass.

"Hand me the plug," Robert asked John?

"A girl needs to keep her pussy lubed and this will help your hole enjoy 'Ebony Jim," he said. "Well for you Tina his name is Mister Ebony Jim."

At first it hurt but Robert instructed me to push my hole on it rather then fight it and before long 'Mister Ebony Jim' had entered me and his presence was overwhelming. I felt like an overstuffed turkey.

For the next few hours I entertained the men. They had me serve them beer. I only got one more spanking, by John, for not saying Mister John. Robert was my first blowjob of the day. Like yesterday he buried his cock in my throat and shot his load down my throat. The first shot was thin pre cum but when his sperm came it was thick and ran down my throat like a rancid cream, gagging me. He also squeezed my nose so I had to swallow every drip and drop.

John also did what he did yesterday and his cum was a full-face load. But today even his pre-cum was thick. John had me keep my eyes open and I saw the first shot spurt from his penis hole. My right eye closed just in time before it landed sticking to my eyelash. The next glob landed on my nose and the rest spattered around my face. Finally, as told, I licked his pee hole clean.

Chip decided his sperm spread should be my new hair conditioner. With my face full of John's cum chip had me just suck the head of his bulbous cock. Before long he stood up and jerked his cock shooting his spermy load into my hair and forehead.

The hours went by and I nearly vomited twice. My ass was spanked red. But it wasn't over yet. Everyone was having fun but me. I was now a cum covered slut

Dave motioned for me to come over to him. He had not used me but instead had watched amused. Standing in front of him he put his right hand on my leg just below my dress and started rubbing my leg by moving his fingers slowly up under my dress. His fingers warm against my thigh near my crotch my sphincter clutched against the butt plug as he smiled.

"So, it's time for you to lose your virginity Tina," he said.

With that his other hand came up to my ass. He moved me around and then pulled my panties down. His hand rubbed my crotch. I was mortified.

I noticed, before I was turned around, his massive cock was pushing hard against his jockey shorts and I shuddered knowing what was next. Dave pulled the plug slowly from my asshole and guided me down towards his erection I couldn't see but knew was there. My asshole felt so open when the plug came out but his cock soon replaced it and he lowered me onto his cock.

The plug was brought up to my parted lips and the acrid taste of my asshole coated my tongue as Dave coaxed the plug between my lips and into my mouth.

"Fuck my cock girl," Dave said in his deep baritone voice as he rotated the plug in my mouth. "And don't let "Ebony Jim' fall our of your mouth and lick him well."

I was bouncing up and down on Dave's cock. It went much deeper inside me then the plug. The feeling was horrifying but as he rubbed my thighs moving my legs apart. I felt my own little penis grow.

"Hey guys she's getting a little girlie erection," Dave said.

My face flushed with embarrassment as his cock slithered in and out of my hole reaching so far up I thought he'd soon push it past my belly button.

Not long after I felt his warm sperm shoot up into me. From the way his thrusts felt I knew he had shot at least four bursts.

"Pussy, did you wash your cunt out this morning? Because I feel some **** on the tip of my dick," Dave said as his thrusts subsided.

Shamefully I replied, "Pussy girl didn't wash her pussy."

"Girl you must learn to keep your pussy clean. Especially since you have to lick my dick clean when I pull out. But, I'll do you a favor. I'll give you a piss enema. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Dave said sarcastically.

I was about to say 'no,' to beg 'no,' to plead 'no.' But it was too late to do anything but say,

"Pussy girl would love Mister Dave to clean her dirty pussy."

Then his warm piss started to flood my inside. It was a strong flow. So strong it was like someone had put a hose up my ass and turned on a spigot. The only difference was this was not water but yellow piss and it was coming directly from Dave's dick.

When he was done he told me an enema takes at least ten minutes to work so I should pull up my panties and go get him a beer. I had to lick his cock clean first. As disgusting as it was his pee inside me sloshing around and my mind focused on that and licking my own **** off his dick head.

Dave said he'd tell me when I could relieve the pressure of his piss inside me. Dave also said he'd bring an enema bag with him tomorrow.
So there I was walking to the kitchen my face covered in drying cum from John. Roberts cum had already soaked its way down into my tummy. Chip's sperm was all sticky in my hair and caking.

About fifteen minutes later the guys got up to go leaving a mess.

"Clean up the house before you go to the bathroom Tina," Dave said. "And use your new black friend tonight. I want you to ***** with him inside you."

The door closed and the four of them were gone. I stood there overwhelmed with the dried and drying cum on my face and in my hair. Dave's pee and cum was still deep inside me and my throat ached from Robert's cock.

But Dave had me really scared so I decided to clean up the house as he said despite my urge to relieve myself in case they came back. Since the kitchen was already cleaned up there wasn't much to do. I just had to clear the empty cans of beer and the drained cups of Jack.

When I got to the coffee table I looked down and was surprised to see three Polaroids of me sitting there. They had only taken one picture today so that meant they had four left. All three were from yesterday. The one they took today I knew showed my cum covered face while I sat on Dave's cock.

As I bent over to pick up the three pix I felt some of Dave's pee start to dribble from my asshole. I needed to clean up fast. I figured out if I did a deep knee bend and picked up the bottles and cups maybe I could hold everything in.

One trip to the kitchen and dumping everything in the trash and then back for the photographs, I can do this, I thought. But I was wrong. I managed to get everything in the trash but then my bowels began to grumble. Walking to the bathroom using tiny little steps as my hole tried to suck like a vacuum cleaner I managed to grab the pix but I had forgotten the ashtray on the small table between the sofa and one of the chairs. No time to do that now. I continued to the bathroom.

It was as if the bathroom had a magnetic influence over my bowels. The closer I got the more I was about to lose control. I slithered in, turned around, lifted my dress to lower my panties and then sit on the toilet but two things happened at the same time.

First, before I could get my panties down Dave's deposits started to just leak out and as I sat down I realized the toilet seat was up. Fortunately, most of waste leaked into my panties and dribbled into the toilet and since I sat down quickly less with my panties still on very little splattered over the toilet seat , rim etc.

Also, the first thing to come out was pee and as I sat I ended up inside the porcelain with my ass touching the water, barely. I was holding the photos and felt the slow but constant dribble of Dave's pee. I thought it would shoot out like a cannon but it didn't. Instead is leaked like a drippy faucet.

I knew I had a mess to clean up later but I just wanted to relieve myself. Sighing, I looked at the pix like it was bathroom-reading material. I held the three of them between my pink fingernails

The one I was given back yesterday I had destroyed. It was the first picture taken at that embarrassing moment of being caught in my sister's cheerleader's outfit. I held three photos from yesterday they had left.

1. The photo when I twirled for them

2. The photo of me sucking Robert

3. The photo of me after John had cum on my face.

So that left four of them I didn't have. As I thought of what they were I felt my bowels finally push my poop into the panties. At this point it didn't matter much and it was warm against my ass and also it was my poop. It almost felt cleansing.

The four I didn't have were

1. Holding the bottles of beer

2. Showing my wiener

3. The photo of me at the front door from yesterday when they had left

4. The picture of me sitting on Dave's cock with my hair and face covered in sperm.

Dave was hidden behind my head but it was obvious I was fucking some guy. My dress was pulled up. My panties down and my tiny wiener showed.

I put the pix down on the shelf next to the toilet. There was a more immediate problem. I was going to have to clean this mess up and also clean my sister's clothes.

Well, without disgusting you I spent the next hour cleaning up. The worst part was seeing the piss in the toilet and knowing it was Dave's. Finally it was time for me to bathe. I figured girls like taking baths. Maybe a bubble bath would clean me better then a shower. As the tub filled and the bubbles percolated the perfume from them filled the bathroom. The washing machine was churning in the utility room next to the bathroom. I slowly lowered my body into the hot water until I was submerged up to my head and then I went under the bubbles and lay there for as long as I could hold my breath. As I came back up for air I felt better. I lathered my hair with shampoo and submerged again. Rising again I leaned back and just tried to relax. I took the bar of soap and having forgotten a washcloth I rubbed the soap in my hands and proceeded to wash my legs. They were so smooth. Girly smooth. My mind wandered from the wonderful relaxed bubble bath to the events of the day.

The corner of my eye could see the pix and I started to think of the four I didn't have. If they were viewed together it would be more then damning. Holding the bottles of beer with my pink fingernails wrapped around them in the cheerleader outfit was as if I was enjoying serving. Showing my penis and Jack had gotten me to smile when I did that. What would people say? What would they think?

Then the photo of me in the door way with my lipstick smeared and cum encrusted face. And finally the last one of fucking some guy (Dave). The photo showed my hands on his legs with my body rose a bit. Dave's arms were to the back and side. Of course it was I having sex on his cock. The dress proved I had changed and with my face covered in cum it was damning.

Seen together I was a translut. Not only would this destroy me in Reidel it would follow me for the rest of my life and ruin my family too.

I laid back in the tub and fell asleep.

When I woke up it was dark. I got out of the tub, turned the light on and dried myself off. On the back of the bathroom door was a cheap full-length mirror. I stood naked looking at myself. Even at nineteen I looked boyish. Actually as I stood there, I wrapped the towel around as my sister did and looked again. The towel was on the horizontal with my skin showing just above mid-chest and my legs showing from about six-inches above my knees. My blond hair hung down semi-dry and as I turned and looked I saw a girl in the mirror. I did a couple of poses I had seen in magazines. Very girlie. The more I looked the less of Tim and the more of Tina I saw.

This had all happened because I had tried on Mary's Cheerleader outfit. Why had I done that? Who am I?

Drinnnnng! Drinnnnning! Drinnnnning!

The phone rang out calling me to walk out of the bathroom and find my way in the dark. The only illumination came from the full moon shining through the kitchen windows and the window in the living room on the other side of the fireplace.

I picked up the receiver with the towel and the scent of bubble bath wrapped around me.

"Hi Mom. I'm fine. Yes I ate. I had tuna salad sandwich. Yeah, I know I don't really like it but it was easy to make. Oh, that's nice. Everything is fine here. Yeah, I can manage for five more days. Sure, I'll turn the heat up the Church Saturday at noon. What time? Ok, I'll see you Saturday around 3pm. Love you too."

I hung up the phone. My voice was quivering. I wondered if she could tell. But she had already been ******** and didn't have much of a sixth sense.

After I had turned on the lights and changed into my PJ's I remembered the washing machine. Opening the machine I saw the dress with the panty and bra wrapped around the agitator. I had certainly been agitated on Dave's cock. Reaching in I pulled the damp clothes out. The dress was ruined.

Hanging the bra and panty up to dry on the back of a chair I went to my room and fell asleep till the next morning.

Tuesday Morning:

Woke up late again. It was nearly 10am. My butt was still sore from Dave's spanking and I spent the first ten minutes sitting on the toilet. Although nothing came out I couldn't help but think about what had been in there just hours ago.

The three photos were still there in the bathroom. You can't really tear Polaroid photos up so I held them, looked at them. I don't know why but I forgot to take them out and cut them up.

Another shower though I did think of taking a bubble bath.

The day progressed into the afternoon and I figured I may be free of all this. By six pm I was starting to put this all behind me. Back in the bathroom I decided to take another soothing bubble bath. It was so nice, warm, and pleasant. I was even enjoying the smell of the perfumed bubbles and I closed my eyes and thought back on the past two days I could see the guys looking at me. Their eyes seemed excited by how I looked but in my bubble bath dream I didn't see myself. Instead I caught a reflection of a blond haired girl standing in my sister's dress.

Voices came from the living room.

"Tina!" I heard.

My stomach fluttered and I got out of the tub quickly and dried off. I wrapped the towel around me and put another towel over my long hair to keep it from dripping. I had never thought much about how I wrapped my hair. Mary had showed me how and when I was at home there had never been any feminine thoughts attached to it. I slipped into a pair of slippers and walked out into the living room.

"Doesn't our little princess slut look 'oh' so pretty," John said.

It was then I felt the shame at the way I must look. Even worst in my rush I had slipped into Mary's pink slippers.

Flash

Robert had taken another picture.

"So Trent can you fix her up," Dave said.

That's when I saw another man come into the living room. He was short and carrying a hanging bag and a small suitcase.

"Yes Dave I can make her real pretty," Trent said.

Trent was older too. He was about my height but was stocky.

Dave walked over to me with his penetrating eyes and tattooed muscular frame. Grabbing my wrist he pulled me into the center of the room and twirled me around like a dance partner. I was still in shock but a moment later he had pulled my towel off and I stood naked with the towel around my hair and the pink slippers.

John went into the kitchen and returned with a chair.

"Sit down Tina," John instructed.

"My she does have a tiny cock, " Trent said as he approached.

"More a cockette," Dave laughed.

Without the will to object I sat there and for the next hour Trent set my hair in curlers and proceeded to apply mascara, eyeliner, foundation and all the rest. Trent took out a pink lipstick and proceeded to paint my lips after he had used some sort of pencil to outline my lips. He had me pat my lips and then applied another coat of lipstick and finally applied something else. He said it was lip gloss.

Then he opened the hanging bag and took out a cute little maid's outfit. It was one of those you'd see girls wear in the porn mags. First I had to don the white bra and panties that had dried and John had retrieved from the back of the chair. Trent also had a black garter belt and stockings in the bag.

But before I put on the stocking and even more shocking was when he took out a bottle of pink nail polish. A few clips and sanding and then my toenails were also pink. When then dried Trent handed me the black stocking and garter belt to put on.

Next he clipped some earrings on me and sprayed me with a very feminine perfume.

I was all done up and I hadn't said a word. I had fallen back into the 'pussy girl' of the night before as I stood there like a little French slut maid.

Dave was definitely the leader of this group. You could tell by the way the others interacted with him

"Well, since you are a maid I don't think you should go by the name 'pussy girl' Tina," Dave said.

He had me standing next to him and his hand slid up the very short crinoline that puffed out skirt. There was a good six inches between where my stockings ended and the skirt began. In some ways I felt more naked then when I was actually naked a little while ago.

His hand proceeded up to my crotch and palmed me. I don't know why but my dick hardened. Dave continued to palm me using his index finger to rub my little penis head. My face reddened. I knew I was rock hard. So did Dave as he then pulled down my panties and showed everyone.

"Look," Dave mocked, "Tina's cockette is excited."

And with that he took his two fingers and measured stating when he was done that my clit was barely "two inches". I had never felt more embarrassed. Not even when Dave had left me with his pee inside last night. I knew I was small. Mary had teased me about it before and dating for me had been awful. But to be belittled in front of 5 men my age was just dreadful.

"Well Missy what should we call you?" John asked rhetorically.

The other guys started adding their ideas. There were some terrible ideas like cum slut, spank me, whore, Miss Swallow etc. but they finally whittled it down to these and then asked me to pick my name from the three and to use it as I had been taught yesterday.

Trent asked what that was and Robert said, "you'll see."

Maid Slut

Maid Missy

Cockette

None of them seemed appropriate to me but again I had given up my identity until I had the photos back. I then remembered the three pix were still in the bathroom on the shelf.

"Hurry up Tina," John said, "pick a name."

Dave's hand was now rubbing my inner thigh and I could see a bulge in his pants. Which to go with? And then it seemed obvious.

"Maid Missy says she would be happy with this name," I said in the voice I used yesterday.

"Good girl," Dave said as he fondled me. "You will be our maid service for the night. That means all services. When you aren't being used you should be cleaning and serving."

The guys were smoking some weed and I was told I had to also. I had never done anything like this before but soon after I had a few hits and a beer John had opened and brought for me I felt better.

But my heart sank as Dave asked me the next two questions, "Have you been using Mister Ebony Jim?" and "Do you need an enema?"

After asking me where Ebony Jim was Dave sent Trent to get it from my room. In the meantime he dumped the brown bag back on the table but there were a few new items that fell out including an inkpad and a couple of rubber stamps. Also some sort of metal contraptions as well as the tube of lube from yesterday clinked onto the coffee table.

When Trent returned carrying Mister Ebony Jim Dave had me bent over and was squeezing the lube up my "hole." Dave had also said I was to only call it my 'hole' from now on since it would function for more then an asshole.

Chip had been in the kitchen for most of the time and when Trent came back Dave slip the lube tube out of my ass and Trent slid Mister Ebony Jim in. I did utter a little gasp having forgotten how big Mister Ebony Jim was.

Chip had been watching and now he said, "Hey, Pussy Girl forgot to do as she was told and so I think Maid Missy will need a good spanking so she doesn't forget."

Robert chimed in with a definite 'yes' saying it would also help Maid Missy become a more productive maid.

Both John and Chip wanted to give me a spanking but the men decided by playing 'odds/evens' with their fingers that's who would have the honor. Chip won and I was sent over to him. Now remember, Chip was a mechanic so his hands are calloused and strong. And although Dave was larger and tougher Chip was in the category of spanking more frightening.

Chip sat down in the chair where I had been transformed and in front of everyone I shamefully lay across his lap. He took his right leg and wrapped it around my legs and his left arm over my back holding my right wrist. My other hand helped to balance me.

The first few spanks weren't too bad. Chip had a different spanking style then Dave. He seemed to spank me with a follow through. But my ability to contemplate his stroke like a golf swing faded quickly as the heat started to build.

After he pulled my panties down a bit Trent commented, 'she really does have a sweet ass. She probably has the best looking ass of any of the senior girls."

The blows came more quickly and most were landing on my lower ass at the top of my thighs. And, like a wave crashing to shore the power of them began to bring tears to my eyes. Suddenly I was crying out loud. Sobbing. I even begged Chip to stop but he continued. I don't know how many but I was squirming to get away. Chip held me tighter and told me to 'be still.'

Each slap tended to make Mister Ebony Jim jump in my ass because of the feeling on my prostate. It was a very weird feeling, one of minor arousal versus *********** and pain. The pain wasn't ******* and it's hard for me to explain but if you've ever been spanked and you were to take that spanking and then add the *********** of my situation you may understand what I was feeling.

Dave didn't say a word. I couldn't see Robert or John but I knew Trent was right behind me looking at my ass because he commented several times on the 'nice shade of red' my ass was turning. But even as my tears dripped off my cheek and my soul fell into ********** Chip continued. He seemed like he was enjoying himself and my tears ********** his hand.

"One hundred," Chip announced in a voice stating accomplishment and he stopped spanking me.

So now I knew how many slaps had hit my ass as Chip pulled me up from his lap and Trent told me to show everyone my red ass. I turned bending over which made Mister Ebony Jim poke me more.

"Haha...the butt plug looks like a black bulls eye," John said.

All agreed and that was when Dave announced he would need to give me a 'urine sample' to start the evening off right. Tears drying on my cheek I found myself a few minutes later like the night before sucking the butt plug and fucking Dave's penis. His penis slithered in me and was much longer then Mister Ebony Jim. As you probably remember Dave preferred making me fuck him so I rode is cock sliding my hole up and down.

"So is my girl ready for a load of my cum and a urine sample?" Dave asked.

I could only mumble over the plug in my mouth.

Trent smiled at me looking into my bright green eyes saying, "So you are a toilet girl too." He continued with, "nothing nicer then a green-eyed blond cocksucker toilet."

And that's when Dave's sperm started to shoot warm and deep inside me. I felt his sticky cum and a minute later his hard cock started leaking his piss into my bowels. A slow stream first which I didn't really feel. Then his cock went a bit less hard and the stream strengthened. He was pissing up my ass while I sat there. I was filling up and then Dave had me stand up bent over as he stood up with his cock in me and pissed more vigorously. When he finished he told me I didn't need to put the plug back in since the 'toilet was full.'

"See Trent, sometimes a girl forgets to wash her hole and that's when a man can be so helpful," Dave said.

As Dave pulled out he turned me around to clean his dick with my tongue. I squeezed my sphincter closed and licked him clean. Fortunately there wasn't any poop this time. Dave told me zipper him up and then had me stand and pull my panties up. He looked at me waiting.

"Maid Missy thanks you Mister Dave," I said when I realized what he was waiting for.

He was sending me on my way when Trent advised I should do a little chant while I worked. He said he got the idea from "Whistle While You Work."

So there I was waiting on the boys, dusting shelves while holding Dave's cum and pee in me quietly saying in a breathy voice over and over again, "I'm a girl. I'm a girl. I'm a girl."

I finally had to beg to be allowed to empty my bowels. Dave whispered into my ear telling me this is what I needed to say whenever I got the urge.

"Maid Missy needs to pee-pee," I said as Dave had instructed me and then Dave gave me permission to go 'potty,'

As I walked to the bathroom my steps were shortened since I was also squeezing my sphincter to keep Dave's 'urine sample' from leaking. However I wasn't completely successful at that and I felt a little dribble leak out and onto my thigh similar to yesterday.

When I entered the bathroom I went to close the door but Trent was standing there with his weird smile. He had a front upper tooth missing and a slightly bulbous nose. Also I couldn't be sure what his original nationality was because his skin was swarthy. But he was more in the 1% unknown in Reidel then the 99% Anglican American who lived here.

"Don't close the door sweetie," he said.

He walked into the bathroom and told me to push my 'cockette' between my legs and squeeze my legs closed.

"Yes that's a good girlie look," Trent said and then told me not to begin peeing until I was sucking his cock. So I sat down squeezing my sphincter tight since my hole was boiling over as Trent had me unzip his fly and fish his cock out. It was flaccid but the head was outrageous fat. Once I got it in my mouth Trent began to harden. He told me he wanted me to hold my 'pee-pee' until I felt his cum on my tonsils and then I could start to pee. As if he and Dave had spoken the comment that I peed and they pissed was further delineation of me the submissive girl and the manly men.

His bulbous cock hung in my mouth and Trent said to tongue it. As he neared orgasm he reached and grabbed my ears with his sac bumping against my chin. He rubbed my eardrums with his thumbs. His cock was probably five inches at most but the head was so big it wouldn't fit in the back of my throat.

"Ok baby you can pee now," Trent said as his dick tightened and his strokes more urgent.

The pee started to trickle from my ass into the toilet and Trent said now he knew why girls called it 'tinkling' because that's what it sounded like. And as it started to gush out of me his cum splattered against my tonsils. He kept pumping and he must have jizzed a good couple of tablespoons of spunk into my mouth before he finished. I was just finishing letting Dave's deposit out when Trent pulled out of my mouth and rubbed his cock on my face.

"Show me," he said.

I opened my mouth. I couldn't see but I felt his load mixing with my saliva. Trent had me close my mouth and then he rubbed my throat while he told me to swallow. I did what I was told. He looked over to the shelf and saw the pix. He picked them up. Told me to lick him clean and then zip him up and he took my pix walked out with me following.

Something was changing in me but I didn't know what. Walking back into the room with Chip, Dave, John and Robert sitting around laughing and ******** I felt more important then I had at anytime before. I was feeling more girlie and I was high.

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Don't Go Into The Woods


I am standing here wearing a red plaid schoolgirl uniform skirt. It is so short that although I looked in the mirror before and couldn't see my white satin panties I felt anyone looking at me could. My blouse is a white collared blouse typical of what you'd expect to see on a schoolgirl. But, the top buttons are opened lower enough to see a bit of my lacy black bra. The sleeves are three quarter length. White schoolgirl stockings with a lacy top (they must have come from an adult mail order house) rise up my smooth hairless legs like a snake crawling towards its prey.

Dramatizing my look is a properly powdered face, a thin black line on my eyelids and silver hoop earrings. This forms the backdrop for my "pretty in pink" lipstick and a fragrance one could only call "Girlie."

I have no one but myself to thank for these items.

My nails are manicured as well as my toenails and of course they are 'hot pink'. I didn't pick these colors out but they were in my makeup kit.

My hair is a light auburn and over the past three months it has grown enough for many types of hairdos. Right now it's in a ponytail with, you guessed it, a big pink bow attached to a scrunchie.

I'm wearing 5" Stiletto heels that took me over a month to learn how to walk in. With them on I am about 5'8" tall. My mind drifted as I looked at the foam pad with neck brace while Dick is fastening a red leather open mouth ring gag. He was explaining how I had learned how to stretch my body so my ass would be in the air while lying on the foam pad. And how 'comforting' the neckpiece would be. He laughed at the word 'comforting'.

He had also rigged a couple of hoops through two eye hooks in the wall and said with my ankles wrapped in them it would help me stay in position and besides keeping my legs spread a bit they would also make holding my knees over my head an easier task. Of course this meant my ass would be facing up towards the ceiling.

"If one of the men tell to get into your position it will mean here and you must stay there until you are excused, Dick said in the same quiet voice he had used for weeks.

"Do you understand," he said closer to my face. I was nearly crying. These past weeks had been an ordeal.

"Yes Sir," I answered demurely as I had been taught.

Dick was definitely on edge with the other men arriving. Nearly all my training over these weeks had been as if I wanted to be the girl standing here. Dick had drawn so much out of me and a spanking was a learning experience not a punishment.

Amazingly, regardless of my repulsion inside, I now obeyed every command.

The tears in my eye were overshadowed by the sound of a vehicle, the first in a month. I was hoping it was someone coming to rescue me. But I knew it was just the opposite. I was afraid, nervous, apprehensive, and submissive about what would be next.

"Here come the men. Go open the door. " he said.

I walked obediently towards the door and although the plug wasn't that big I could feel it every step. Between the walking lessons of short steps foot in front of foot and the plug I could feel myself swaying to the door. I heard car doors open and some muffled male voices. Apprehensively I turned the old rusty knob and the door creaked open.

Emerging from the big black Yukon SUV with muddy tires were seven men none of whom were smaller or younger then Dick. I shuddered with fear as I looked at them with my practiced smile and learned demur stance.

Even though I had become compliant on the outside and tamed on the inside I had not reached any point of being ok with what was happening to me.

These men were old rugged beer ******** hunters. All had big guts flopping over their belts. Some had beards and as I was soon to find out grooming was not in their vocabulary. I also learned not much later they nearly all chewed tobacco and had yellow teeth. Some were a bit toothless. But they are appeared ruthless.

A couple of them headed to the trunk but one of them looked directly at me and said to the others, "What a nice looking cunt we have here."

But, perhaps I should take you back to the beginning of my demise about three months ago.

Chapter One -- The Unfriendly Woods

"Hello sweetie," the gruff male voice sounded from behind me. I was still squatting and had just finished peeing when this deep baritone hilly-billy voice shocked me starting my adrenaline flowing faster then an open fire hydrant.

"Just get up and turn around," he commanded.

I began to pull my panties up but he told me he was pointing a gun at me and for me to "turn around so I can see your pussy."

Nervous tremors rippled through my body as I turned into my fear and saw his gun.

"I don't have a pussy but please let me explain," I weakly answered hoping this would all end.

I've always enjoyed my annual camping trips deep in the West Virginia woods. Over the past 3 years I had only had one visitor pass by my camp site while I spent my six night alone and dressed as a woman. And that particular time it was just a friendly wave from across the wide river. I was a bit shocked then but I took it in stride and continued my annual event driving deep into the woods and then hiking about fifteen miles to a small-secluded campsite on private land that I rented each year.

This area in the woods that I rented encompassed a couple of hundred acres and backed up to thirty thousand acres of state forestland and many more thousands of acres of Federal land.

Three years ago I saw an on-line ad about a secluded campsite. The thought of doing this and then follow through of renting the campsite opened up the ability for me to explore my feminine side. A side I had hidden for all 23 years of my life. I had always felt more like a girl then a boy but I had never done anything more then wear a pair of panties until these trips began.

The ad read "Complete hideaway campsites for $150 for a week with assurances of privacy" and all I need to do was make a simple PayPal click. Of course I had checked with the owner about such privacy and that I wanted to be sure whoever rented before or after me wouldn't be there when I arrived. He assured me no one rented at the time of the year I was renting and my privacy would be a certainty.

I started writing erotic romance novels when I was 18 and by the time I was 20 I was living on my own. I had no family since my parents were killed in a terrible auto accident just after I had turned 18. I left the small town I had been raised in and moved to New York. I just felt more comfortable since I wrote under my pen name Gloria Summers. Even my mailbox listed both my real name and my pseudo name since I got some mail for her. How they got my address I will never know but I figured I should have both.

I lived in a very large apartment building and my mail was always forwarded to my agent since she paid all my bills regularly. I wasn't rich but it was much better being my own boss. Sometimes I'd either lock myself in my apartment or simply disappear and write for months alone. Once I had traveled to Mexico and rented a villa while I wrote my third novel. I didn't have friends, well perhaps my publisher but she was well aware of my idiosyncrasies.

And, in my fear of being found out I never talked about going to West Virginia. The few who knew me thought I had gone to Maine each year.

Turning to face this intruder I could see his hand holding a mean looking gun. It looked like those guns in the movies. I had even used one in a story of mine, the famous Glock. Naturally I raised my hands and as I did so my shorts and panties fell around my knees. I was exposed.

I had on those girlie hiking short shorts with a cuff. Hey, it was late spring and the temperature during the day was in the 90's at night it cooled off to around 70. Besides if my balls weren't showing I'd have looked every bit like a woman. The shirt I was wearing made me look like I had tits because of the padded and gel stuff bra underneath. In a way my thought was, 'this may be better with me standing naked from the waist down since he wouldn't want to **** me since I was a guy. And more likely he would be so repulsed he would just tell me to get lost. Perhaps take my money but that was fine.

My lips quivered but he hushed me as his eyes focused on my privates and he then mockingly said, "So what we have here is one of those 'sissy' girls. Right?"

These words came out of a big fat beer belly man. It was hard to figure out how tall he was but his girth was substantial. He was wearing a plaid lumberjack shirt and a pair of dirty overalls. All I know was my 5'6" paled next to him.

My backpack was still strapped to my shoulders since I hadn't set up camp yet. Everything I carried was for a woman camper. At my car was my change of clothes. I had become bolder each year and this year I had decided to go all the way. I even had a summer dress packed as well as a week's supply of panties. There was a makeup kit. And, I can't think why I had brought a box of tampons.

"Pull up your panties and shorts pussy," he commanded and then said.

I started pulling up my shorts and panties but he said, "Wait, turn around and let me see your ass first."

There wasn't much I could do with a gun pointed at me.

"Sweet cheeks," he whistled. And before long we were hiking away through the woods. Not on a path. We must have wandered onto the federal land since the over brush was quite dense. However, he seemed to find each turn that kept us from being caught in the brambles or stopped by other natural barriers.

Finally we walked into a small clearing completely surrounded by trees was this cabin. It looked pretty make shift from the front. Like something you'd see in old pictures and wonder 'who could live there?'

Chapter Two -- The Shack

The inside smelled of stale smoke and it was very messy but it was not as makeshift as it looked from the outside. As you entered there was a very large room with a good kitchen tucked into the far corner. One cabinet door was missing and another one was hanging down from a broken hinge. They were made of the cheap orange stained looking wood. The floor was a wide rough-hewn oak plank oak.

The sink was stainless steel and had dishes, pots and pans all stacked up. The counter tops were plain white, well now faded and chipped, Formica.

A round dining table sat sectioning off the kitchen/dining area from the rest of the room with eight captain chairs surrounding it. The table had a ceiling light with fan above covered in dust. One of the bulbs was burned out. On the table was an ashtray filled with butts. There was also a mason jar with what looked like tobacco chew spit.

However, the inside of the house seemed to have been ready for all seasons since there was both a huge fireplace in the living room and an air-conditioner through the wall to the left of the fireplace.

Dick had me take off my backpack and then handed me one of those plastic handcuff things you see on crime shows. Once my wrists were in the loop and I had pulled the plastic tight with two fingers Dick checked with one had while he held the gun with the other to make sure the plastic strap was well secured. Next he had me get down on the floor and roll onto my back. He knelt over me putting the gun down.

I so wanted to escape but I wouldn't be able to either get him off me or get the gun, which was out of my reach. From somewhere he produced a metal collar that was lined in the inside with a soft padding. He got it around my neck and then he snapped it close. It connected on the side.

When I got up he told me about the collar.

"Pussy," he said, "there's a ring on the front and on the top for a leash but more important is where I snapped it shut is a small cylinder about the size of a Vick's Inhaler."

Dick explained this was actually filled with an explosive.

"The cylinder on your collar if detonated will blow your neck away. Don't try to remove it. Don't try to run away," he said.

After that he took me to the perimeter of the property showing me it was well marked with red plastic tape dangling from tree trunks like you see for markings in the woods.

"Now watch closely girl," he said and tossed a cylinder like the one fastened to my collar pass the red tape.

BOOOOM......it exploded violently.

"Once you collar was set it cannot be removed by me. It is controlled outside this compound so trying to escape is futile," he said.

In a more mild voice he continued, "Now you will learn to understand your role and you will be trained over these next weeks to obey commands with complete and immediate obedience. I won't need to raise my voice but instead you'll learn and it will become your mission to obey men and their desires."

From that moment on I was being trained though to me it was simply being told what to do. Besides cleaning the house and washing the dirty clothes I was given many other duties, as Dick put it, 'woman's work' and other feminizing submissive roles.

Dick reminded me on several occasions he was not going to yell or shout since he preferred a quiet home and a docile girl and he felt the collar should be enough of a reminder.

"However," Dick said, "a spanking may come at anytime depending on my mood even though in times you'll know before and may probably desire to be spanked."

I couldn't figure out why I'd ever want a spanking.

But the first time Dick spanked me it had nothing to do with a mistake. Instead it was a lesson. He had me come over by the old faded blue couch and he hooked a small lead to the front of my collar and had me bend over till my head was as low as the seating on the couch. He lifted a small metal plate on the floor and there was an eyehook to which he snapped the other side of the lead too.

Then he used some sort of Velcro thing around my legs in a eight patter making me unable to spread my legs more then about 16 or 18 inches. At the center of the 8 a lead came out and he hooked that to another eyehook connected to the leg of the sofa

"Now for this lesson I want you to lower your panties only in the rear so your ass is bare and then hold your skirt up with both your hands. In time you won't need to be tied but holding this position will take time to learn."

I had already had several obedience lessons and of course realized obeying was easier then the alternative (being told to walk away) so I did as he said.

He was sitting on the sofa with his legs between my arms and legs and suddenly I felt his big hand just smack my ass. Instinctively I screamed.

"Girl, there will be no screaming, no yelling. You can remain silent, you can whimper or you can cry. But if you decide to whimper or cry make sure it's real and not an act or you will regret it."

I could smell both the perfume I was wearing and the strong smell of his sweat. My ass cheek stung then he slapped the other cheek. His hand covered nearly all of my cheek. I held the painful scream inside me. Not a sound came out of me except an exhale breathing.

Dick didn't slap fast. It was more a slow painful slap and then a wait. During the first few I kept silent. Dick stopped at about the seventh slap and said, "Now let yourself go into your past and remember how you could cry. Reach back and find that pussy girl you are and you will have taken a major step forward in your new life."

About the fifteenth slap I felt a little whimper out of me. Dick consoled me saying, "Good girl," and at the same time rubbing my ass. He waited a bit before he slap my ass again.

Somewhere after the fiftieth hard full hand slap I started to lightly cry. All of this spanking was taking time and I drifted away into somewhere in the past. A girl was crying and I didn't know who she was. There was no rush by Dick. And so, at some point, I started hear myself crying like the girl in my mind. I was that girl. Shortly after that he stopped spanking me. He undid the leads and then told me to pull my panties up.

"Don't touch or rub your ass after a spanking girl," he said. "Just go about your business. Did you enjoy that?"

Turning toward him and crying I obliged the rules and answered, "Yes Sir."

"And," he said coaxing me.

Of course I curtsied as I had been taught from day one. My thumb and two fingers took hold of the hem of my skirt, then bending the right knee and I said, "Thank You Sir," as I rose.

Dick had told me just the day before, "I want you to learn the following. From today forward you will have only four words in your vocabulary and they can be used in only two phrases. You will not call me Dick ," he said.

The four words are "Sir, Yes, Thank You"

"Your only two phrases will be 'Yes Sir,' and 'Thank You Sir.' No matter what the question asked you will answer 'Yes Sir." And, you will have to learn when 'Thank You Sir' is appropriate. "Yes Sir," will be your answer to any question you are asked regardless of how you would like to answer.

You probably are wondering why I was so easily subjugated. But, I think there are many reasons. Of course I already was submissive before all of this happened. The video certainly pushed me into compliance but I think it was also the way Dick carried out his training of me. It's hard to say but I felt myself sink deeper and deeper into what he was making me into. I was the girl he wanted me to be. I am this girl.

A few days later I was in the kitchen washing the dinner plates crying from spanking Dick had administered for my 'mistakes' of the day. My ass was so sore. I had spent the afternoon cleaning the house and getting spanked for when I said something under my breath. But, this would not be the last time I was crying after a spanking. I would cry during every spanking after the time in the living room.

Another instruction I had been given earlier today (There were many new ones each day and at night I had to write them down. If I forgot one then I'd be punished for that) put me in my place of complete sublimation.

Dick had called me into the living room in the early afternoon and had me insert a disc into the DVD player. Before he started it he had me sit by his feet.

He started the DVD and I watched. It was the same place we were in but there was a man dressed as a woman. His features weren't nearly as feminine as mine. However, he was wearing a similar housedress as I had on and it hemmed just above the knee as mine. There was a supply of women's clothing in a small closet in one of the 5 bedrooms. But this guy's was also stockier so the housedress didn't hang on him but instead stretched on his frame. It fit me very femininely since I tried to keep my weight at 135 pounds before and guessed I must have already lost some weight since arriving here.

This was the first time I realized there must be cameras recording the different rooms and outside. He walked outside and started walking towards the perimeter. My eyes were glued as he neared the red taped trees.

The guy/girl kept walking and as he passed the trees the next part of the video became gruesome. There was no sound track but suddenly you could see a glow around his neck with smoke emitting and finally you saw his head was detached from his body. It was flying up into the air and back towards the camera before it fell out of view.

The rest of his body just collapsed and the DVD went to snow.

"Your choice girl. Will you be a good girl and do whatever you are told?" Dick asked. "Or would you like to walk away as he did?"

I was shaking inside. A man had been killed. I didn't want to die. It was overpowering so I meekly answered, "Yes, Sir."

The next day he had me tan in a bikini. The bra had holes cut out at the nipples and I could tell this would make me look like I had areola. The bikini bottom was a typical bikini bottom. The bikini was plain black. The bra part bunched at the middle of the front and two small cups were held by a thin spagetti strap wrapping around my back and tied in a bow. The other two straps were each on the top of a cup tying in another bow behind my neck.

He also used three water tattoos. You know the kind you apply with a wet cloth and will last about 10 days. Above the center of the bra was the word "girl" and above the center of the bikini bottom was a slightly larger "Cunt"

I couldn't see what he had stuck on my ass but I found out later it said, "Spank Me"

For the ten days I sunbathed twice a day for about 30 minutes each time. The last day of tanning was the day before the other men arrived. By this time the tattoos had started to wash away and instead I had dark skin except where the tattoos had been. The words, Girl, Cunt, Spank Me were very easy to read against the tan.

But there were more rules and training. I had to practice my curtsy many times a day with the "Yes Sir" and "Thank You Sir," until it became automatic.

When I was asked if I wanted a spanking I had learned to curtsy and of course say, "Yes Sir." It was humiliating but better then dead. And some of my spankings weren't for misbehavior. Others were simply because when I was asked if I wanted a spanking and I had to answer "Yes Sir."

A typical end of day example was like this. I would come over to Dick and he would have me lift my skirt and lower my panties. He would be sitting on the sofa and he'd grab my arm and have me bend over.

"Do you think you misbehaved today girl?" he'd ask.

Of course I would answer, "Yes Sir."

"You forgot to say "Thank you Sir" after I gave you permission to pee. Right?"

"Yes Sir," I'd reply.

(Oh, I forgot to tell you. I had to ask permission to use the toilet at first. Over time this changed. I'll explain that later.)

After which I would be given ten hard hand spanks and have to say, "Thank You," when he was done.

Sometimes I would get many more swats then I needed to cry so my cheeks would be streaked with tears. My mistakes were mostly for forgetting to say 'Thank You Sir," but there were others for not cleaning a dish thoroughly or if he found a pubic hair on the toilet. Sometimes the spankings not only made me cry during them but also long after especially when I went to bed with my butt still stinging. Even in bed I was afraid to touch since I thought he might be watching

One day Dick took me over to what had been an empty spot in the living room. He had set up a chalkboard on an easel and a couple of feet in front was a piece of duck tape adhered to the floor parallel to the chalkboard.

"Remember what I said about you would one day ask for a spanking?" Dick asked with a sly smile.

"Yes Sir," I replied and thought back to that spanking just a short while ago.

"Well, I'm sure you've remembered your spankings since then. Right?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Soon there will be a group of other men here and making mistakes could lead to a many worse spankings. So, this is an opportunity for you to perhaps reduce the number of swats on your ass..

"However, I assure you this is a better choice," he said and then explained to me that if I made a mistake I was to come at the beginning of the next hour and write my mistake on the chalkboard. I was also to pull my panties down, bend over and hold my skirt up and wait for someone to come over and give me an appropriate punishment after which I would be dismissed and I should know by now my "Thank and Yes Sir." "Do you now understand you will ask for your spanking with the hope of mitigating your punishment," Dick questioned.

"Yes Sir, " I said with a quivering voice. I knew this was another behavioral change. And with that I was dismissed back to my current task which was sewing a hole in a pair of underwear which was so old there were still yellow stains the wash didn't get out.

Then one evening I was wearing a thin satin negligee Dick had picked out for me. It rubbed seductively against my cock. Actually, the feel of satin against my body was one of the first big turn-ons for me. I could easily cum rubbing myself through satin panties before all this. I had just finished washing his boxers when I heard him call to me.

"Pussy, you almost done?" Dick called out from the living room.

"Yes Sir," I answered nervously.

"Hurry up unless you want another spanking," he mockingly said.

I hurried as fast as I could but I wasn't allowed to run or walk normal. I didn't want another spanking but I had to walk slowly with my ass wiggling. As Dick had taught me, "Have your pussy hole, when you walk, make a man want to push his cock up there."

I just wanted to go home. As soon as I was done I came around the sofa I felt so naked in the flimsy negligee.

As I said before, Dick was a big guy. The sofa was indented with him sitting there. He must have been over three hundred pounds, I thought as he handed me a DVD.

"Go put that in the DVD player and come sit by me," Dick said.

I took the DVD and walked over to put it in. Of course I was hoping it wasn't like the other DVD. I was so scared.

The disc was black with yellow block print. All it said was Lessons. And then I turned and started back towards the sofa. I didn't want to look him in the eye so instead I just looked at this disgusting fat man with stained plaid shirt as his hand patted where I should sit. I thought I knew what was going to happen but I didn't want to believe it.

Up to this point I had only be spanked and trained but as I turned to sit down and his hand caressed the back of my leg. I felt his fingers going under the skirt touching my ass. I couldn't sit right away with him touching and probing. Finally he had me sit. I felt so tiny next to him and I smelled so girly while he emitted a strong smell of testosterone.

The film had started and Dick put his arm around me. "You will do everything in this movie and more and you will do it always with a sweet smile and a 'yes sir.' he grinned as he talked.

The movie played and although the guy in the film a bit younger and not as fat as Dick he was still nasty. Just as I saw the guy in the movie start to finger the girl Dick put his hand between my legs.

"Well Pussy girl, do you understand you will do anything I ask or any man asks immediately, without hesitation and without complaint?" Dick asked.

"Yes Sir," I said my throat dry.

This was the beginning of my sex servitude lessons. As I've said before, more and more I sank into this docile obedient girl. He coaxed me to rub my 'pussy' while I sucked his cock and said if I could get myself to cum when he did I'd get a pleasant surprise.

Well of course that didn't happen but I was surprised when he touched me there I did get a bit hard. He laughed a bit and said I was a "real girl."

What was also weird was I never felt like I was enjoying myself but more like I was allowing myself to be used and to be controlled.

Much of the time Dick wasn't harsh but nearly always I was taught or perhaps a better word 'conditioned' to be a particular type of girl who was also a boy. I learned how to walk in heels in short steps. And although I had walked in heels this was different. Once I forgot to put one foot in front of the other so my ass would sway I immediately went to the chalkboard and wrote it down bent over waiting with my white satin panties lowered just below my ass, my hands holding my blue flowered skirt up. I must have waited about 15 minutes before Dick came over. He didn't spank me then or later. Without even realizing it I began to immediately go to the chalkboard on the hour for things I thought I had done wrong.

When I chipped a dish once I was standing there on the duct tapeline waiting. He came over and lubed my hole pushing a butt plug up

As I said my duties included keeping the cabin clean, washing the dishes and clothes and also cleaning Dick's tobacco juice Mason jar. Unfortunately there was neither a dishwasher nor washing machine so I had to do everything by hand in the large restaurant sink.

But, I did get good long spankings at times. They mostly turning my ass red not blistered. However when I was instructed on 'how to sit' my ass stung. Dick had me lift my skirt and then sit down so I wouldn't crease my dress. And, with my ass burning hot from a spanking sitting was not the most comfortable thing in the world especially my bare bottom on the coarse fiber chair seats. The various lessons and rules went on day after day. Of course there were only four words I was allowed to say. I wasn't allowed to start a conversation nor end it. I was only to reply with the "Yes Sir," or "Thank You Sir."

I was taught to sit with my legs slightly spread apart so men could see my panties and would want to fuck me. My various cleaning duties were inspected each day Dick explained this was for me to have a more pleasant time when the men arrived.

And although I had to stand in the corner many times with my skirt up and panties down, ass burning from a good over the knee spanking I also was given time to relax or nap. Among the hardest things to learn was the kiss especially from a fat old guy who was sticking his tongue in my throat. Funny how a French kiss could be more humiliating then sucking his dick.

I was taken several times around the perimeter so I'd know the boundaries even at night.

The cabin had five bedrooms, one bath and the large main room with giant fireplace, kitchen and dining table. From the outside it appeared as a hunting cabin but inside it was a tad more civilized. Although the floors were wood plank various carpets of fur and fabric were laid out with a bit of woodsy décor.

The kitchen was functional and there was even a small room off of the kitchen with several stocked freezers. I don't know what generated the electricity but really only the lights; refrigerator/freezer and ceiling fans were electrified. Oh, and the scant bit of hot water too.

The four bedrooms were quite Spartan with knotty pine paneling, typical off white ceiling and trim pain. There were two single beds in each room and each had a dresser though none matched.

A small alcove was cut into a wall of the kitchen housing a vanity table, chair and a wood poll for hanging clothes. This would be my domain. Even though I knew make up there were many more items then I carried with me. Dick explained the girls of the past had left these as I would leave my stuff when I left. That seemed reassuring. The idea I would leave someday.

A routine began to develop over the months.

At some point Dick added something new to the spanking. He told me I was going to learn to have a spanking, cry and have an orgasm at the same time.

The first training of this was the following way. He called me in one day and he had a sex tape running and told me to watch. It was a very simple man and woman sex tape.

After it ran for a bit I felt some urges going on. I always related to porn. But then I felt his hand rubbing my penis through my satin panties. I got harder

"Good girl," he said, "now bend over and hold your skirt up."

Then he pulled my panties down a bit and put his lubed hand over my cock saying, "You can orgasm and continue to be spanked until you cry. You can cry and orgasm at the same time. Or you can cry and continue to be spanked till you orgasm.

Then he started to jerk me and spank me. The first time I had an orgasm before I started crying so he kept spanking me till I cried.

Over time I learned not only to cry and orgasm at the same time but even for me to simply rub myself through my panties without lube and to orgasm as I was crying from being spanked.

In time I associated spankings, tears and my little orgasm as if they all went together. Often I'd be hard when getting just a spanking and when I was allowed to please myself. Pleasure and pain blended together as I drifted lower into the desire of *********** and degradation.

Of course I was instructed 'never' to play with myself without permission.

Dick also said what I did was more of a feminine orgasm not man cum and so from now on I was to think of my clit and my g-spot and that I was just a girl.

He would ask me after I squirted if I had 'squirted pussy juice?'

I would answer, "Yes Sir."

Sometimes he replied, "Good girl," and he'd give me a treat, like a piece of chocolate.

In time I associated with the words 'good girl' as well. Sometimes I wanted him to spank me and let me squirt.

He also taught me to get hard without release depending on various things besides spankings. Like when I was sucking his cock or he was feeling me up. As I said before, I had spankings with my little hard-on yearning away. One time I almost squirted without even being touched. Often I'd leak a little pre-cum. When I did Dick would say, "good girl."

My bathroom control was simple. I was to stand by the bathroom door and squirm like a girl needing to pee. If I needed to poop I was to stand there with my panties down to my knees.

He always let me go poop but he often let me squirm for a while and a couple of times I'd leak a bit. Once he spanked me when I needed to go but had wet myself a little. Before I knew it I was crying and peeing myself. I was so ashamed when he stopped and said, "girl you need to learn some control."

Sometimes he watched me pee. He also had trained me to pull my panties just to my knees and sit down on the toilet (I wasn't allowed to use the toilet seat) making sure all of me was tucked in so I only showed my pussy pubes and thus appeared like the girl he said I was.

Everyday, every moment was training but eventually things started to come naturally to me. I walked with the sway. I knew when to whimper and when to cry and I became this creature of his.

Chapter Three --The Arrival

Holding the door open for the men I thought this must be the big fat old beer belly man convention. I had learned before to only address them as Sir. Dick had both trained and spanked "thank you Sir," into me many times over the past months.

My pink lipstick smiling lips uttered "Yes Sir," as the first burly man started through the when he asked me if I was a cum slut. Each man came in with a different remark followed my either a "Yes Sir" or a "Thank You Sir."

One of them who was a bit shorter then the others in height but not in girth stopped at the door with his belly against me said, "Oh, you will do nicely," and he patted my ass as he entered.

For the next ten minutes they unloaded the van of ice chests, luggage, cases of beer and ***** etc. My collar had become a part of me now but I noticed in one of the bedrooms a leash. It made me twitch a bit at my neck. I was left in the kitchen to put the provisions away as the men gathered in the living room making jokes and talking. Some of the conversation was about how nice it was to be here again and about getting away from the everyday.

One man called out, "Bring me a cold one," to me. I had been taught how to serve as well during this period of isolation. I got a beer out of the cooler and placed in on the bar tray with the bottle opener next to it and carried it out 'barmaid' proper. But in serving it there was a difference. I had been taught to bend at the waist and not the knees.

As I bent over he touched my ass and said, "you have a nice ass girl and you smell pussy perfect. "Did you wear that perfume to entice us?"

Nervously I answered, "Yes Sir."

Later that night I had my legs were in the air, and my ass high. My panties were pulled down to my ankles.

"This is great," the man said, "so this just screws off?"

Although I didn't know what he was doing his comment and the feeling I got from him screwing some counterclockwise on my butt plug made me worry.

"You guys have to see this. She has a pussy," the man continued and one of the other men came to look and also confirmed his comment.

"You'll have to look how pink and sweet it is when you get up here," the first man said.

I was looking up at him as he unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly laughing.

"Wait," Dick called out, "don't forget whoever is last to use the plunger cap on the mantel not the one removed. What is will do is pretty self-explanatory. Our spunk will be ****** into her butt when she stands it will not flow back. Like a backwash valve on a toilet."

From the back of the room I heard one guy say, "I so enjoy when we come out here and get to try the kinky sexual devices we make at home. Whose idea was this one?"

Dick smiled and took credit.

The man above me laughed. His pants fell to the floor with the belt clanging. He put the key and whatever he had undone on the fireplace mantel next to us.

"Now girl, this is what is going to happen. I'm going to jerk off into your pussy and so will the other seven men. When you are fully loaded we'll push our cum down into you and your plug will be capped and you will serve us. Do you understand what serves us means?"

Tears began to well in my eyes as I answered, "Yes Sir."

"And while we are here after anything one of us MEN does to you or with you, you will always say Thank You," he continued.

"Yes Sir."

When he was finished he slapped my ass he picked up a magazine from the mantel. I could see if was a porn magazine from the cover as he stood there looking at it. Then he started jerking over when he started to come not all of it went into the plug some landed on my balls. He exhaled when he was done and over the next hour the other seven men drained their balls into the plug.

The last man took the other device from the mantel and said "Bottoms up," mockingly as he inserted it and twisted. At that moment I knew it was a mini plunger. While the other men came I felt some of their spunk seep through the butt plug into me. Now I knew the rest was being pushed past the nozzle of the plug and deep inside me.

The Man said, "All done, now get up and get me a beer."

I got up and although I couldn't really feel their cum sticky inside me my mind knew it. I began to walk to the kitchen when he called me back.

"Girl have you lost your manners?"

I could only answer, "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."

"Go get my beer and then come back here for a good spanking."

"Yes Sir," I answered in a frightened whisper and started walking to the kitchen.

"Hey always wiggle your ass. Shake like the cum cocktail waitress you are," he said loudly.

I wiggled to the kitchen but when I was walking out with the beer I was afraid I'd drop it so I couldn't wiggle much.

I bent over pouring the beer into his glass. There were a eleven beer glasses and Dick had told me to be sure always to have a nice clean one for each man.

The man had a gray unkempt beard and although I didn't know their names I could easily distinguish them. None were completely clean-shaven. They were all dirty old men who acted like I wasn't the first.

"Are you ready for your spanking?" he asked.

"Yes Sir but may I first go pee?" I replied.

The man turned to Dick and said, "I'm glad you left the toilet training to us."

He turned to me and asked, "Do you know how an indoor bitch gets toilet trained?" The man didn't expect a reply but continued, "a well trained bitch, and I'm talking dog, waits till her master takes her out to do her business. And, a bitch in heat is happy to sniff ass and be fucked. You have seven Masters and you will be a bitch in heat from this day forward. So from now on we will know when you need to eat and when you need to piss and ******* where. Do you understand?

Shamefully I meekly answered, "Yes Sir."

"Good...now take that butt plug from your ass and put it into your mouth then bend over and don't lose a drop of our man juice."

I was sobbing a bit as I pulled the plug out of my ass making sure I tightened my sphincter to hold the seven loads of cum inside me. My mind thought about being a 'bitch in heat' and having to wait for a Master for me to relieve myself etc.

The plug tasted funky as it slipped over my pink lips into my mouth.

"All the way in just like it was in your ass. Your ass and your mouth are now both a pussy and an ass. Close your lips around the narrow part as your asshole did. You don't have a mouth now just a vagina and an asshole."

It wasn't very long but it was a bit bulbous. When I had pushed it all the way in with just the outside plug part showing it touched the back of my throat. Just near the gag reflex.

"You see guys, the plug is perfect. She will learn the thrill of being throat fucked and how to let the gag be a part of her bitch duties, the man said as he had me bend over.

Holding my ponytail (my hair had grown since I had been there and it was blond now. Dick had me bleach my hair, my pubes and even the area around my asshole. That had hurt

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

His open hand slapped against my ass. Hard but not blister Hard.

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

And each slap after he's ask me a question

"Will you be a good cunt?" "Yes Sir," I answered.

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

"Is your mouth a vagina?" "Yes Sir."

My ass began to heat

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

"Are you our cum slut?" "Yes Sir."

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

"Are you here to serve men?" "Yes Sir." SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

"Are you a bitch in heat?" "Yes Sir."

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

"Do you know how to curtsy? "Yes Sir." (I had been taught by Dick)

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

This continued on for sometime. I was crying now. Dick had trained me not to yell or scream. Just to either cry or whimper. And the spanking was expertly given. I knew my ass was red and the heat would last for hours. I also knew I wasn't allowed to rub my ass.

When he was finished he had me pull my panties up and thankfully I remembered to say, "Thank You Sir."

Seven men would control my life and I had to please each of them separately and as a group. My head ached as I stood in the kitchen in front of the sink only wearing panties, bra, garter belt, stockings, a dainty apron hooped over my neck and tied in a bow around my waist. My toes a bit arched in my Mary Janes. This was my waiting position. The men could easily see me. They could see my ass filled with their cum. The view from the living room to the kitchen was open. A small dining table was a bit off to the side between the two rooms. I could hear the men talking but not what about.

Chapter Four -- The First of Many Days.

I had to wait till one of the men woke up and took me to pee and poop.

The tallest man, he was about 6'4" came into the kitchen and put a package down to the side of me saying, "You are a whore slut, aren't you?"

Standing over the sink I answered, "Yes Sir."

"Then softly say 'I'm a whore slut' until someone tells you to stop.

I had forgotten to say "Thank You Mister," (that's what he wanted to be called) so he spanked me several times on my already reddened ass.

"I'm a whore slut," I said almost in a whisper.

"I'm a whore slut."

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

And finally the day came to an end but before I could go to ***** two of the men went out to the car and brought a large trunk in. It was pink with the gold corner bracings. They also brought in a large dog *****ing bed and a cage. They put the bed inside the cage in the kitchen.

"Be a good girl now and get down on all fours.... wiggle your ass and go into your new doggie home," one of the men ordered me. He had the largest cock head of them all. I had sucked it earlier. It wasn't very long but it looked like a swollen fruit on a on a tree branch. I was afraid if he stuck it in me it would be like a dog knot.

I had been allowed to take the apron off. I was happy for the warmth in the house. When I got down on all fours he pulled a bit of the bottom on my panties and cut a hole. Then he eased a butt plug up ass. The plug had a tail on the end and it was weighted.

"This should hold you till morning," he said as he locked the cage

"Yes Sir, Thank You Sir," I answered as I was locked in for the night. I fell a***** crying.

Chapter Five: Time Goes By

Over the next week there were major changes. I wanted to run through the woods and not care if I had my neck blown off but I was to chicken. They had chosen well. I would be their girl. Even more I would be their bitch.

My cage rattling and a deep baritone voice saying, "Okay bitch time for you to do your business" awakened me. Looking up I saw the fattest of the men standing with a leash in his hand.

"You are going to be house broken this week bitch. Just like any dog you will be taken by leash to go do your business outside. When I open the cage you will crawl out and I'll snap the leash on you. Then you will crawl outside and sniff around for a good place. And once you've found it you will pull down your panties, pull out the plug if you have to poop or if not just pee and be the bitch dog you are. Have you ever seen a bitch Labrador do her business?"

My ears hurt from this new degradation but my mouth opened and said, "Yes Sir."

He opened the cage and I crawled out. The leash snapped into place and the man walked towards the door. If I were a bit slow he'd pull on the lead. I wasn't too fast even though I really did need to pee. I didn't know if I needed to poop since the plug made me feel like I always did but this was a good time to get their cum out of me from the night before so I figured I'd give it a try. Also, I figured if I could learn to poop once a day it would be a plus.

From that day forward I would be taken out and I had to learn that instead of standing by the bathroom squirming I was to be at the door on my knees at specified times and wait or when a man decided to take me out for a walk.

It was always embarrassing for me to kneel down and then have the leash clipped to my collar. Even worse was for me to be taken outside and have to sniff around to find the right place to go. That was mortifying. In time I was taught to sniff trees and find the fresh man pee scent and that's where I was to do my 'business'.

They began playing wilder games with me especially after this one man had me crawl into the bathroom with him. He pulled down his pants and underpants in one motion and sat on the toilet. Grabbing my hair he pulled me in closer to him saying, "Suck my cock while I take a ****."

Most of the men were fairly mild but this one and another weren't. They were very dominating.

This particular man had a mean streak. I had fresh red lipstick on and had finished doing my nails and spritzed some perfume. His fingers combed through my hair and played a bit with my earlobes and the looped earrings I was wearing.

"Ahhhhhhhh," I heard him utter as his cock started to harden a bit and a little squirt of pee shot against my tonsil. Then there was a cacophony of farting followed by stink, a sigh and the first plop. I wanted to vomit but his cock was in my mouth and his hands wrapped around the back of my head holding me in place.

He fucked my face as his **** plopped down into the toilet. The smell was revolting. Once a bit of toilet water splashed up hitting my chin. Finally he shot his load into the back of my mouth pulled my head away.

"Open your mouth and show me," he said with a mocking voice.

I didn't look at him but kept my eyes focused on his cock since that's what I've been taught but I knew he was looking at his dick snot on my tongue. I have learned men don't shoot the same amount of spunk. Some of the men are more liquid then spunk. Some drop a big load and others not so much.

But as bad as the smell was at first after awhile his poop smell faded and the taste of his spunk took over.

"Swallow girl," he instructed.

As I swallowed I felt his slime passing from my tongue over my tonsils and falling over the back of my throat.

"Was it good?"

"Yes Sir," I answered politely.

He pulled the toilet paper to wipe his ass several times and then the roll was empty.

"Girl, there's not enough toilet paper. Isn't maintaining this bathroom your job?"

"Yes Sir," I replied.

"Well then I guess your tongue will have to be the extra toilet paper I need. Isn't that right?"

My eyes opened wide like a deer in the headlights. I didn't answer. I was so sickened.

"First for being insolent and not answering I'm going to give you a spanking later. Second, answer me," he said with a very authoritative voice.

Almost crying I answered, "Yes Sir."

"Are you answering that your tongue is a wet wipe bitch?"

"Yes Sir," I answered with my least assured and most diminutive voice.

He got up; all three hundred pounds of fat with gray and black body hair and turned around with his ass in my ass.

"Now clean my asshole and make sure you do a great job or I'll have you eat my **** in the toilet."

The next minutes were disgusting as I licked his bum. At lease the toilet paper had run out after he had wiped pretty clean. I didn't know that when I began licking but still it was a vomit inducing moment.

"Don't you dare vomit girl or you'll lick that up too," he said.

I held back the ***** in me. He reached back and grabbed my head pulling me into his ass. "Lick in the hole."

Finally it was over and we exited the bathroom. A few of the men were hanging around.

One of them was looking at me and asked, "Hey is that **** on your nose?"

Mortified I answered, "Yes Sir."

"Well, when I ran out of toilet paper she offered to let me use her tongue. You might say she's a 'wet wipe.' And I think she enjoyed it," the man said.

Turning towards me he rhetorically asked, "Did you?"

He knew my only answer could be, "Yes Sir."

One of the other men said we should make a "Call the Wet Wipe Girl" sign and hang it in the bathroom.

"Go wash your face and show me a curtsy before you leave."

I curtsied and said, "Thank You," and went to the sink in the kitchen to wipe his poop off with tears falling down my cheek. I had sunk so low since I had gone on my vacation.

Chapter Four: Sinking DeeperInto Depravity

After that incident *********** became a part of the program. One morning I was standing in the kitchen when one of the men came in. He had me turn around facing him and lift my skirt. He unzipped his fly and told me not to move or utter a sound.

And then he started peeing. His urine splattered on my 'clit' as he called it and the warm pee soaked my panty liner and cascaded down on the floor. When he was done he had me lower my skirt and wait there.

While I stood there I thought about how many times I had cum in my panties when one of the men rubbed me there or that I could make myself cum while being spanked. Who was I? What had I become? Between being sickened by what was done to me I had also become aroused by command.

Five minutes later two of the men came into the kitchen. They looked at the puddle and then me.

"Lift your skirt girl," one of the men instructed.

I did as I was told and also answered, "Yes Sir."

"Look at that, she peed herself," the other said and then asked me if I had as I lifted my skirt and he also said, "Her panties are dark yellow stained."

This all led to what happened two nights ago.

"Come here," he said.

I walked into his room wearing exactly what I had been instructed with my hair curled, falling over my shoulders. The matching black bra and panties were scant and lacy. The demi-bra was wired underneath. The panties were regular cut with sheer see through lace in the derriere and above my small pubic hair patch. I imagined the butt plug I was wearing could be seen but I didn't know since it was black and like the others the plastic T part was thin so it would fit like a thong. Happily this plug was not as big as the others so it was more comfortable in my ass.

The gold belly ring with cubic zirconium diamond matched the diamond pendant necklace and diamond stud earrings. My eyes had just a bit of sea green eye shadow to illuminate my green eyes and the mascara was lightly applied. The lipstick I had been instructed to wear was the same pink as all 20 of my nails and I knew I had used too much of the Channel perfume but there wasn't much I could do about it.

Standing there in my 4 inch black strappy heels I must have been 5'9" but I still paled in size next to him. Like the other men he was big in all ways.

"Turn around," he commanded.

Turning slowly I could feel his eyes burning through my skin as hot as my ass felt after a spanking. The first thing I felt was his tobacco breath swirling over my shoulder and wispy through my hair. Then I felt his arms and presence as he lowered a black silk cloth over my head ending up over my eyes and blocking out the light. Now everything was black from my outfit to my sight.

"Follow me," he said taking my hand and leading me out of the room towards the living room. Finally we stopped somewhere in the room.

"Lower your panties girl," he said.

As I lowered them I heard the men whistling approval though I couldn't see a thing I also felt their eyes upon me.

"Now behind you is a special butt plug. Take the plug you have in your ass out and then find the dildo and sit down on it," he instructed in almost a monotone.

I took the plug out with my right hand and reached back to find this other plug. He helped me by moving my upper arm until I felt it. It was well lubricated and it was connected to something. Slowly I began to sit on it letting the tip find my asshole and lowering myself at the same time. It wasn't too long since the hilt was against my hole. It was a less bulbous plug. As I sat back my legs were a little raised from my ass and I felt I was sitting on porcelain. It was like sitting on the toilet without a toilet seat except for my thighs fit in some sort of form fitting porcelain and it had that cold feeling as I first sat back

"Drop your plug and bring your upper arms back along your side," he continued.

My arms came back and he helped me get the middle of my upper arms in some kind of handcuffs for them. There were many sensations running through my body but the next thing I felt was myself being raised until my feet could only touch the floor by leaning my toes forward. I couldn't steady myself. I was supported by what I was sitting in.

His hands came up to my head and undid the blindfold. I was sitting in a custom-made urinal. A chain with a handle hung down just above my right hand like the flush device on an old toilet.

"I made that in my shop," one of the men said as others congratulated him on this human urinal.

The men were ******** beer and putting on a DVD. I heard the TV say something about "Footballs greatest moments," when I heard his voice in front of me.

"Now girl, tonight you will be our toilet and here are your instructions," he said. "When a man comes up you are to unzip him and take his penis out if he's standing there waiting. Otherwise he will have handled that already. Then you will let go of his penis, unless he instructs otherwise. When he is done and says, "Flush," you will pull the flush cord and then let it go. You will have the pleasure of the urine in the bowl emptying through the dildo into you. Thanks to an electric pump and a bit of engineering you will feel the urine as a very strong stream. If he wants to piss in your mouth you will accommodate him and you will also swallow what's in your mouth and when he is done. Then you'll either shake his cock or lick the head and after you put it back in his pants, zip him up you'll say. He waited for me to answer

"Thank You Sir," I answered.

Fear, repulsion and the fact of my ********** over the weeks crashed around in my brain when he finished his instructions. Then he asked if I understood the instructions. Obediently but miserable I answered in the same docile feminine way as I had been taught.

"Yes Sir, " I said through my pink pouted lips.

The position I was in gave me a view of all the men but not the television. I could see them as they drank beer and watched TV. Time passed and the empty bottles began to accumulate.

One of the men got up and said, "I've got to take a wicked leak." The other men either ignored him or laughed as he walked over towards me with his hands on his balls. He was wearing a stained white *****. The kind with no sleeves and a pair of camouflage pants and his head had one of those military cut haircuts.

There he was, standing right in front of me. Well his crotch was there in front of me since the urinal was lower. It was just a tad higher then the height of a ****** urinal setting my mouth at cock level He leaned in a bit and I knew what was expected of me. My pink fingernails reached forward and my fingers held his pants as the other pulled his zipper down. He was wearing the dreaded dull white with some yellow stained briefs.

Reaching into the slit on his underpants my fingers touched his cock head and I heard him above saying, "Hurry up girl I have to piss." I wanted to cry but I seemed to do a lot of that lately.

His cock finally poked out. He was uncut and had a lot pubic hairs. With his prick in my face and I could smell his musty odor of his manhood. I let go of his cock as instructed and he reached down and he took it between his thumb and forefinger.

"Do I have to remind you to open your mouth wide," he said grinning. "And keep your eyes open and looking at every cock you see tonight."

As my pink painted lips parted I thought back to just the other day when the idea of pee entered into this wild journey. That time in the kitchen. My eyes focused on his cock. It was small and shriveled. The way a cock looks most of the time. He held the head about three inches from my mouth and shook his cock just a bit.

Suddenly, a dribble, not a spurt came out of his pee hole and sprinkled down landing on my little landing strip over my penis. I could feel the wet warmth against me and again I thought back to the time one of the men peed on my panties as I stood in the kitchen.

It was just a couple of days ago. I was cleaning up the kitchen early one morning when one of the men came in. I was wearing a summer frock, green with yellow daffodils. He had me turn towards him and he was wearing just a shirt. No underwear.

"Lift your skirt and look me in the eyes girl," he said.

Frightened, as always, I lifted my skirt.

"No matter what happens keep your eyes on mine and don't move," he commanded.

I looked directly at him.

"Oh, what nice white panties," he said. "Too bad they don't match your dress."

Then I felt a warm flow hit my crotch. He was peeing on my crotch. He kept peeing and peeing. His urine flowing over my dick and then splattering against my legs as it slowly fell to the floor making a puddle around my bare feet.

"Now your panties are the color of your daffodils and your pussy has been properly watered," he laughed.

When he finished he instructed me to let my skirt drop down and for me to stand there like that until one of the other men dismissed me.

He shook his cock a bit more and some pee landed on my face. I could see two other men standing behind him. One was urging him saying 'Hurry up, I've got to piss real bad." Then a little more pee dribbled out with most of it landing on my lip and chin dripping down onto my bra soaking it and wetting my nipples.