les histoires de chrislebo

I spent the rest of that day and the whole of the next getting ***** and trying, unsuccessfully to forget my woes. I couldn't shake what Neil had demanded of me, it was so fucking sick, I must have shaken my head at it so much the bartender would have thought it was going to fall off. When I eventually made it home it was to collapse on my bed and at least forget everything in a fog of *****en *****.

I was rudely awoken by a glass of water to my face the following afternoon. I was still dressed in two day old clothes as I stuggled to get up. Standing over me was a hulk of a man, I recognised him as one of Mike Manson's (the guy I owed the money to) goons and immediately was wary -- had they brought the deadline forward? Had I slept too long? It took me a moment to realise it wasn't just an empty glass he was holding but that in his other hand he was waving my passport from side to side.

"Wakey, wakey, ****** head. We're just going to keep hold of this just in case you get any ideas of making a break for it. Remember Mr. Manson wants his money in the next four days or you're going to a little less mobile. Get it?"

I got it even without him grabbing my ankle and giving it a nasty little twist. I was fucked, more or less and the only possible way out was doing something so sick, so bizarre that it made me want to puke just thinking about it.

I know Kelly, my big sister would have helped me out in a heartbeat but there were two problems with asking her for a loan. One her husband hated me and would no doubt give her even more of a hard time than normal if she helped me out. But perhaps more importantly she just wouldn't have that kind of money, Neil was the only one of the three of us to make good, and he damn well knew it.

I spent most of that day contemplating what it would be like to suck my brother's cock. I had never even thought about having to suck off any man let alone my brother, I could honestly say I was not that way inclined. The very thought was repugnant to me and anytime my mind created the image I had to struggle to get rid of it, slowly but surely I was preparing myself for having to do this. Maybe I could hope that Neil was not entirely serious and just wanted to humiliate me to make me agree to do it and not really serious with making me carry through, but it was a faint hope for me. Anyway, the more I thought about it the more I was justifying doing it in my mind and by the time I went to bed I had decided that there was no other way out of the mess I had got myself into but to go back to Neil's offices and do what he wanted. God! I hardly slept a wink of ***** that night.

I arrived at the offices around lunch time, hoping to avoid that damned secretary of his but no such luck because as soon as I had pushed open the large glass entrance door there she was, giving me a beaming wide, but very knowing smile. And this time there was definitely no flirting from me, I just asked to speak to my brother. Her reply was more than a little condescending and pretty much torpedoed any hopes I had that this had all been a sick joke.

"Mr. Clark left instructions with me that when you came back in about the matter we discussed earlier this week I was to tell you to come back at 5.30 that day. Mr. Clark is busy and will deal with you then. I take it you are here regarding the um, matter?"

I nodded, wanting the ground to swallow me up and got out of there as fast as I could.

One long, drawn out afternoon later I was back at the offices and everybody seemed to be gone, the car park was deserted but to no surprise Miss Kebbler was sitting smiling behind her desk awaiting me. As soon as I arrived she buzzed through to Neil and listened to him for a few moments, then she led me through to his office, my heart beating a hundred to the dozen. But when we arrived he was nowhere to be seen and Miss Kebbler perched herself on his desk facing me and addressed me like I was some dumb office junior or something.

"Right then. Mr. Clark will be along presently, in the meantime he asked me to get you ready, so to speak, so if you could start off by undressing."

Said so matter of factly that she could have been asking me to make a cup of coffee. I tried once more to reason with her and asked to speak with my brother but it was a waste of breath and we both knew it so before too long I was taking my clothes off. She watched me intently, as if judging every inch of my body as I disrobed. I am nothing to write home about but not unattractive either but that didn't stop me feeling completely uncomfortable when I was down to just my pants and I hesitated.

"Those as well. Come on, Mr. Clark doesn't have all day, he's a busy man you know."

How humiliated I felt as I slid my underpants off and handed them to her and stood there, stark naked in my brothers office. Miss Kebbler then popped off the desk and approached me and began to run her fingers along my flaccid cock, getting some signs of life from it. I gave her a surprised look but she just ignored it and continued down my slowly stiffening cock to stroke and then massage my balls.

The effect was amazing, she had such talented fingers, my cock sprung to full attention and though I fought from enjoying it and being aroused I had no chance. Just as I had closed my eyes to fully enjoy her ministrations I felt her hand leave my crotch and I opened them to see her holding a plastic ruler up and she then measured the length of my cock! With me still staggered by this she moved to the desk and pressed her intercom phone again.

"About five and a half inches, Mr Clark. What? Oh yes, much smaller than you Sir."

Was all she said before sharing a laugh and putting the phone down. Then she turned to me and gave me that malicious smile again.

"Right, nearly done, why don't you get ready for your brother by getting down on your knees?"

My head was a muddle by now and almost ************* I did so, dropping onto me knees and waiting. Almost the minute I was down there the door opened and in came Neil. He was dressed in a brand new power suit and looked immaculate. He gave Miss Kebbler a pat on her delectable ass and looked down at me pitifully.

"See little brother I told you it would come to this. Still, it's nice to see you're as excited as I am at this. Pity it's so small though, guess I got all the luck in that department."

He said this pointing to my rock hard erection. Oh god, he I was naked and on my knees and about to suck my hated big brothers cock and I was sporting a throbbing erection. The secretary smiled again, she had certainly done her job!

Neil pulled the case with the money out and opened it on the table. Then he turned to stand before me, undid his zipper and casually flipped out a very long and very thick penis. It was about four inches from my face and I could not believe I was about to do this.

"Stacy, get the camera, still and video I want a record of this. Now little brother you can get started, I want you to suck me off until I come in your mouth. You do that and you can have the money."

Time seemed to stand still as I knelt there, feeling my own hard cock throbbing between my legs until I finally opened my mouth and leaned forward. When the tip of Neil's cock touched my lips it was like a jolt of electricity had shot through my body and I recoiled but he reached down and guided my head back towards his crotch.

"Get it in your mouth and suck it if you want the money, bitch!"

That was the first time he called me 'bitch' or 'his bitch' but by no means was it to be the last time. He was so imposing and demanding and down here on my knees before him I felt so small and insignificant and I opened my mouth and let him slide nearly all his nine inch cock into my mouth. The taste, smell and overall sensation was horrible, disgusting and yet I was still brick hard, why was that? I just wanted this over as quickly as I could so I started to slobber all over his penis, pushing his wet foreskin back with my tongue and rubbing it frantically over his sensitive penis cock head.

I nearly gagged as I felt some of his thick black pubic hair against my teeth and his heavy balls at my lips then slapping against my chin as he began to rock back and forth gently fucking my face. I moved my eyes to the side of his thighs just as his bitch of a secretary took a picture of me with my mouth stuffed full of my big brothers cock. She gave me a mock wave and blew a kiss at me. I was really starting to despise that cunt!

Neil started to move about so that his hard cock invaded and covered every last inch of my oral cavity. He rocked from side to side so that his dick poked against the sides of my cheeks like I was a demented human hamster. I could feel his slick penis all over my teeth, like it was a toothbrush being forcibly rubbed all over them. My tongue was drowning in a sea of saliva, drool and thick pre-cum from Neil's cock and humiliatingly it was starting to escape from the sides of my mouth and dribble down my chin and onto my bare chest.

I opened my eyes wide and looked as far upwards as I could manage to find my big brother with a look of absolute contempt on his face as he met my stare, I realised then how little I actually was to him, right then nothing more than a mouth to fuck. I quickly found myself unable to match his glare and instead dropped my eyes and set to sucking again.

My first ever effort at male oral sex came to an end a little short of fifteen minutes after it reluctantly began. Neil started to grunt and his whole body seemed to stiffen up, his thrusts becoming jerky and spasmodic. Mentally I braced myself for this final *********** but even as I was preparing myself I felt his cock burst into action spurting a warm burst of thick, creamy sperm into my mouth, along the length of my tongue and hitting the back of my throat.

I gagged again and struggled to get my mouth free but he held me in place and continued to pump his sour seed deep into me until he had emptied his balls into my ********* mouth. He finished by slapping his messy dick a few times against my lips and then he stood back to allow his secretary to get a few post oral snapshots.

He zipped up quickly and handed the money to me as I still knelt there, still sporting a hard-on.

"There you go little brother, let me know when you need more."

I grabbed the cash before spitting back.

"Fuck you asshole, you'll never see me again!"

After what I had done (see the story "Blowing Big Brother") I was a mess. My mind was gone, despite being able to pay off my gambling debt I could not let it go. Could not shake the memory of me on my knees, sporting an erection sucking off Neil and letting him cum in my mouth. It was too terrible and before I knew it my life was in a mess again. Another card game gone wrong and another set of scrambling for enough to pay it back weren't warning enough and sure enough nearly three months to the day that I humiliated myself by agreeing to suck my big brother's cock in his office I was faced with the prospect of going back to him to ask him to bail me out again. Not something I was looking forward to!

I went after five and wouldn't you know it, his cocky bitch of a secretary, Miss Kebbler, that had witnessed my *********** was at the desk almost like she was waiting for me. What a look of disdain she shot me as I came in the door. Jeez, the first time I had laid eyes on her I had wanted to get in her pants now she had seen me suck my own brothers cock and she looked at me like I was something on the bottom of her shoe. I asked if I could speak to Neil and she just smirked and departed into the building leaving me standing like a prize lemon in the waiting room.

She was gone for nearly twenty minutes. Twenty minutes in which I mentally ******** myself for coming back here, surely I knew what it meant and even worse I was slightly aroused by it. There was something seriously wrong with me. When the bitch did return her cruel smile was even more in evidence and she had something in her hand that I couldn't quite make out.

"Mr. Clark will be able to see you but he did stress he doesn't have long and that if you are to be given an audience there is a very strict dress code."

I knew what was coming but asked anyway.

"Such as?"

"Nothing at all, you take all your clothes off and put this on and let me walk you through to his office."

And with this information she released a chain and dog collar from her hand and let it fall at my feet. What kind of sick freak was my big brother? Worse still what kind of sick freak was I? I had known it would be like this after last time and yet here I was needing money and prepared to do the lowest things to get it. I barely even held the blonde's stare before I was peeling off my clothes and handing them to her while I allowed her to snap the old leather collar around my neck. I dropped to my hands and knees and let her lead me through the offices like a helpless bitch.

As I crawled across the thick carpet, my eyes set on her high stiletto heels I was ****** to realise that somewhere deep inside I must have wanted this. When I had paid off my debts last time with my 'earnings' for sucking Neil's cock and swallowing his cum I could have left it at that and learned my lesson. But I hadn't and all too easily I had come, literally it seemed, crawling back to him to ask him for money, sure in the knowledge there would be a price to be paid for him lending it to me again.

Miss Kebbler knocked on his office and entered with me padding along behind her. My older brother was typing away madly at his desk and did not even bother to look up as we entered. God, the charade was annoying, I just wanted to shout at him:

"Look your loser little brother is here again debasing and humiliating himself so you can get your kicks. Get you cock out and lets get this over with so I can get the cash and get out of here."

But I didn't. I just knelt there patiently and waited for him to acknowledge our presence. It was at least five minutes before he finished and got up, patted his secretary on the ass and came around his desk to stand before me. Here we go, I thought, open up and swallow time. Why did I have a semi hard on?

He looked down at me with that smug, condescending face and sneered his words out.

"So you're back, are you? Looking for more money, I presume. Or just because you enjoyed last time so much? No, don't answer, I'll make up my own mind. How much do you need this time?"

"Five thousand" I barely whispered in shame.

"Well I don't have that kind of money here you'll have to come back at this time tomorrow to collect it. But I'll tell you what as an act of good faith why don't you entertain Stacy and myself."

Here it came. Suck my cock.

"I want to watch you jerk off little brother. I want you to kneel there and play with yourself. I can see you're aroused a bit, that can start you off, no doubt when you think back to what you did last time you were down there on your knees you'll get even more turned on."

I could barely bring myself to look up into his cruel, mocking eyes. Here I was the helpless little brother again and with a growing realisation that this was a position I might have hated but in some twisted, bizarre fashion was also comfortable with. So I put my right hand around my stiffening penis and with Neil and his secretary as an audience began to wank myself. My cheeks burned with shame and embarrassment as I grew harder and pre-cum appeared at the tip of my cock to make my exertions easier.

I felt like I was no longer in control of myself, I was confused and ashamed yet at the same time there was no denying I was turned on as I played with myself. The two of them stood over me looking down and making the occasional comment designed to make me feel even smaller but I blocked them out as much as I could and concentrated on cumming and getting out of there as soon as I could. To my consternation though, the harder I tried to ***** myself into ejaculation the harder it seemed to be to cum, which my audience seemed most amused by.

"What's the matter little brother? Do you need my big cock in your mouth to get off?"

"Yeah, or maybe he wanked himself dry just thinking about coming back to see you Mr. Clark."

I tried to shut them out but still climax eluded me as I jerked my cock furiously. Then Neil stepped right up so that his trousers almost pressed into my face, his cock becoming hard beneath them.

"Tell you what, seeing as you're such a disappointment why don't I give you some encouragement. Wank yourself onto my shoes then you can lick it off them. See if that gets you going."

Even if I could have stood not getting the money I am not convinced I was strong enough to rebel so, with a deepening sense of ***********, I continued to jerk off, but now targeting my older brothers shiny shoes. And that seemed to do the trick. Suddenly my cock tensed and then began to spew out its seed all over them, coating them in white slime.

Neil waited until I was done squeezing out the last of it before speaking.

"Now lick it off bitch, lick it all off!"

I was done arguing and reluctantly dropped my head further and extended my tongue and began to lick my own sperm from my brothers shoes. Much to his and Miss Kebbler's continued amusement. She even, at Neil's encouragement, placed her shoe on my head and pushed it further onto his shoe. By the time I had finished I had a weird taste in my mouth, wanted to be sick and more than that, wanted to be out of there. I was disgusted by myself and my growing subservience to this perverted pair.

"Same time tomorrow little brother and if you do as you're told I'll pay your debts yet again. Miss Kebbler walk the loser out of here."

And with that dismissal I once more allowed myself to be led on the leash back to my clothes.

I would like to think that if, by some minor miracle, I had managed to get my hands on sufficient funds that I would not have gone back. But I'm not entirely convinced that is the case. The truth is that a dormant submissive side to my nature had been uncovered and I was feeling more and more compelled to do these things. Repulsive and humiliating they may have been but apparently there was a side to me that was somewhat aroused by that. Anyway, I didn't get the money from other means and I was back at his office the next evening whether I wanted to be or not.

We went through the same routine as before, his blonde secretary ordering me to strip and once more attached a dog collar and leash to my neck before she led me through to my older brothers office. When I crawled into Neil's office it was to be faced with that fact that my older brother was stark naked and waiting for me with an erect cock in his hand.

"Get up bitch! Get up and get bent over my desk. You want to be bailed out yet again you are going to have to earn it, and today I feel like a bit of anal action."

Oh. My. God. Sucking his cock and swallowing his cum had been bad enough but the thought of bending over and letting him fuck me in the ass with that thing was surely too much. Way too much. But then why did I do it? Why did I let Miss Kebbler undo my leash, rise slowly to my feet and bend myself over his cold wooden desk?

He kicked at my ankles, spreading them further than they were before giving his next command.

"Reach back, grab your ass cheeks little brother and spread them, let's see the hole I'm going to bugger!"

And God help me I did what he told me to do, I reached behind me and exposed my anus to his withering gaze.

"What do you think Stacey? My monster going to fit in there?" he mockingly asked his secretary.

"I don't know Mr. Clark, it looks awfully tight" her sniggered response.

Then I felt Neil's strong hands on my pelvis and shivered as I felt his slick cock head slide between my ass cheeks and press against my puckered ass hole, hesitate, then plunge itself inside me. I flinched, moaned and felt this thick member slide inside me slowly, filling me up and making me uncomfortable, and no wonder my big brother was starting to ass fuck me!

He pushed himself as far as he could inside me before drawing back and shoving in again, building up a deliberate but ******** rhythm. I looked up to see Neil's beautiful secretary hovering in front of me with her video camera, recording my ultimate ***********. She moved away to the side and eventually out of my line of sight, not that I was too bothered, I was too busy concentrating on taking my brothers hard cock as easily as I could. But any time I thought I had relaxed or adjusted well enough he would up the pace or power a bit to keep me on edge, it was an uncomfortable twenty minutes or so before I finally felt him close to climaxing.

His body went rigid, his cock still twitching spastically inside me until I felt it surge and shoot a load of his thick, warm cum inside my arse. He grunted and groaned and collapsed forward for a moment on my back, but still finding time and energy to reach down and between my legs and finding much to his amusement that my own cock was rock hard, being fucked like that had turned me on too!

Nothing was said about that though because at that moment Miss Kebbler re-entered the office, this time leading another person in, naked and on her hands and knees by a dog chain. Through blurry eyes I saw that it was my sister Kelly! To say I was gob smacked would be the understatement of the year.

I was still half leaning over Neil's work desk, my asshole nice and freshly fucked (indeed I could feel a trickle of my brother's cum run down my inner thigh). Neil had stood up and watched both my and Kelly's faces as we realised we were both our big brother's bitches. Kelly made to say something but it never got out of her mouth, that damned blonde secretary jerked on the chain almost ******* her and shutting her up. Neil just nodded his approval.

"Well, well. If it isn't both of my pathetic, submissive siblings together. Bet the two of you had no clue you were both my bitches, did you? Kelly, good to see you in your rightful place, I take it you need a little 'loan' again? I'll tell you what little sister, I've just finished fucking our darling little brother in his ass, why don't you crawl over there and suck my cum from his asshole?"

Ooh that sent tingles through my body, I can tell you! I leaned over my left shoulder and watched as Miss Kebbler moved the leash again and Kelly started crawling towards me. Kelly was a couple of years younger than Neil and five years older than me, but she was a pretty good looking woman. She had long dark hair (the same colour as mine) and in some ways was very similar in looks and stature to myself. Of course I didn't possess those massive breasts of hers. They were truly pendulous and as she crawled across the office her nipples must have nearly touched the carpet. I still could not get over what was happening here, but it was real and I had all the evidence I needed of that seconds later when I felt my big sisters tongue push past my ass cheeks and start to prod at my recently used ass hole.

At Neil's insistence (and with Miss Kebbler videoing the whole thing) Kelly sucked all his cum (and more) from my asshole and swallowed it whole.

"Right slut, now you've got a taste for it get over here and you can lick the rest of his **** from my cock!"

Keeping her head down, almost like she was unable to meet our brothers eyes, she crawled over to him and accepted his cock into her mouth, incredibly it was semi erect again! I turned around and though I didn't want to watch I couldn't tear my eyes away as my sister sucked my brother's dick clean. It also did nothing to calm my own erection as Neil pointed out when Kelly was finished cleaning him.

"Looks like our little brother is in need of relief himself Kelly. Tell you what why don't the four of us go back to my house and we can continue this fun at our leisure tonight."

It was to prove one of the most bizarre and amazing nights of my life.....

I sat in the back seat of the Mercedes, right behind my big brother who was driving. Kelly, our sister was sat directly behind the passengers seat. We were both completely naked except for the dog collars around our necks. Sat in between us in the back seat was Miss Stacy Kebbler, our brothers personal secretary and the biggest straight out bitch I had had the misfortune to encounter in my life. She had her right hand around my balls, massaging them and her left hand at my sister's pussy, gently rubbing it. If it wasn't readily apparent to us before it was about to be hammered home that both Kelly and myself were our brothers completely compliant, submissive sex slaves.

And we weren't here just for the money anymore, that may have been where it started from but somewhere along the line it had developed into us finding our natural positions serving our arrogant prick of a big brother.

Miss Kebbler broke off her masturbating of us in the back seat to take out a small mirror and to apply some more red lipstick to her lips, smacking her lips cockily when she was done. Without a word or comment she turned to Kelly and used the lipstick to write on Kelly's stomach "FAT WHORE". Kelly said nothing and allowed her to do it, I made to object but Neil cleared his throat and I gathered I was to let his secretary do whatever she wanted. Miss Kebbler smiled at me and wrote "COCKSUCKER" on my chest. We just had to sit there and take it -- at least we were hidden from public view behind his tinted windows.

With the lipstick put away she put her hands back to our aroused crotches and began to play again. After a few moments she took her finger away from Kelly's pussy and held them under my nose so I could see how wet she was and smell the pungent aroma of my big sisters love juices. She wiped them on my lips. She did the same to Kelly, holding up her hand that had been masturbating me and was coated in pre-cum and ordering Kelly to lick her fingers. It was intoxicatingly embarrassing in that back seat. All the time our older brother drove on and barely gave a glance to see what was going on back there.

We got to his mansion in the country about eight o'clock. It was dark outside and he had no near neighbours but I was still wary at being ushered out of the car by Miss Kebbler and walked like a dog on hands and knees up his drive to the big, heavy front doors. My sister was walked like that too but by Neil and he seemed to be having fun swatting her on her big ass as he walked her.

Once we were in his luxurious home he told his secretary to 'go upstairs and get dressed' while he ordered us into the sitting room. We crawled submissively in front of him and knelt before him on a large fur rug in front of his fireplace.

"Right, which one of you bitch's wants to undress me?"

He chose Kelly and as I watched my sister obediently take off our brothers clothes until he stood there as naked as we were (minus our dog collars) it was more apparent than ever that although this had all started as a way of getting cash from Neil it was now a situation we were doing because we felt comfortable obeying his every command. I hated him but could not break from the arousal I felt at submitting to his every perverted whim.

"Now you two, I want to see you kiss, make it a tongue sandwich, let's see lots of saliva!"

Earlier that afternoon Kelly had licked our brothers sperm from my asshole but in some ways I felt even more uncomfortable and wrong of leaning towards her and kissing her on her lips. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and mine met it and wriggled against it. I felt the soft flesh of her large breasts against my chest hair and all the while I was conscious of the dark shadow of Neil's stiff cock just off to our left.

He had us slobber over each other like that for nearly a minute and it was hard not to get lost in the moment, my sister was quite the passionate kisser and I could really feel my cock straining with arousal during the kiss. Of course Neil being the asshole he was he waited until we were both really getting into the French kiss to break it up by pushing his own hard cock between our lips and slipping it into Kelly's mouth. She didn't miss a beat and sucked on it submissively. Before I had a chance to do anything else he had plucked it from her mouth and swung round slightly to push it into my mouth and he continued like that, alternating between our mouths as we gave him combined blow job until all three of us were interrupted by the return of Miss Kebbler.

My god what an entrance she made. To say she had undergone a dramatic transformation would be an understatement. Gone was the prim and proper and aloof secretary in glasses and in her place was a blonde Dominatrix Goddess! She was wearing extremely high skin tight black, rubber boots whose tops were on the thighs of her long legs. She had a pair of similarly skin tight rubber pants in bright scarlet and a matching rubber corset that pushed up her smallish boobs magnificently. Her blonde hair was pulled back severely and she wore long black rubber gloves. Of course I have neglected to mention the most breathtaking piece of her outfit, a strap on dildo and harness around her crotch, sporting a black plastic cock that was at least ten inches long an maybe three inches thick.

Even Neil, her boss and very obviously a domineering man seemed to shrink somewhat in her current incarnation. She strutted confidently into the room on her heels as I gaped, slack jawed at her appearance. Neil chuckled and slapped his dick against my face reminding me I had oral work to do and as I sucked him again he spoke to her.

"Stacey, you look fabulous as ever, now to start with you can have any of these bitch's holes you want."

I knew she would pick me. And I knew she would want my asshole. I couldn't help but think back to that first time I had come across her at my brothers office and how I had tried to chat her up and get her to date me. I had been too cocky, too cock sure and it was about to come back and fuck me in the ass.

She smiled a cruel smile and fixed her icy blue eyes on me.

"I think I'll have your little brother's asshole to start then the fat whore can clean my dildo with her mouth!"

Even her voice had taken on a more powerful significance. She was hell on heels and we all knew it and I made no move to defend myself as she strutted over to me and hauled me by the hair away from my brothers cock and spun me around and bent me over on all fours. This was going to hurt.

Miss Kebbler did not mess around, before I knew what was going on she had my ass cheeks prised apart with her rubber encased fingers and I could feel the cold touch of her fake cock against my anus. I squealed like a little girl when she rammed it into me, like a little bitch. Her bitch.

Oh it hurt so good. Honestly, although it was sore as all hell I would be lying if I did not admit that I was also turned on by it, maybe it was that old prostrate gland or maybe I was starting to like being ass fucked but I swear my erection increased as she pounded me doggy fashion. A fact not lost on my brother who was standing looking on with his own mighty erection half in Kelly's mouth.

"Yeah, that's it little brother take it like the anal bitch you are!"

With his dick still in Kelly's mouth he slapped her cheeks and demanded of her.

"And I hope you're ready to suck that thing clean, cunt! Because we know Miss Kebbler won't hesitate to use that bad boy on your sweet ass little sister, don't we?"

She nodded awkwardly.

There is something so humiliating and degrading about being fucked in the ass by a woman like that, it instantly makes you feel so worthless and pathetic and Miss Kebbler's verbal assault as she ass fucked me only added to that. She slapped at my ass and my head and called me all the names under the sun, 'bitch', 'fag', 'wimp' and worse and still I was stiff as hell. Finally she pulled her monster dildo from my aching ass with an audible pop and she didn't hesitate to demand attention from my sister.

"Right you fat cunt crawl over here to your Mistress and clean your little brothers **** off this cock, I want it as clean as possible!"

Her tone was just so harsh and demanding it was hard to imagine anyone denying her. And certainly not a submissive like Kelly. Still face down on the carpet I watched as Kelly released Neil's cock from her lips and crawled across to the blonde. This was obviously not my big sisters first time with Miss Kebbler but it still took me aback at how dominated she was by her. She dragged her big boobs across the carpet to get to her boots and then rose up and without complaint opened her mouth and took the **** stained dildo into her mouth and began to lick and suck it clean. Our big brother, meanwhile, was obviously past the point where he could hold back cumming and had decided just where he wanted to spurt his cum -- my face!

He told me to keep my mouth closed and eyes open and stood right in front of me as he jerked himself off to a messy climax, seven spurts of thick white cum sparking in my eyes, my nose, my hair and lips until my face was coated in my brothers cum.

I needed to cum also and was finally allowed release when Neil handed me a large spoon and told me to cum into it and warned me not to spill a drop. It did not take me many strokes to tease my own man juice from my dick and collected quite the white, sticky puddle in the spoon. By now Miss Kebbler had finished with Kelly, apparently happy with the job she had done licking my **** off the dildo and she order her over to me with instructions to lick every last drop of Neil's cum off my face. I just knelt there as my sister licked all my brothers' sperm off my face and as ordered she did not swallow a drop, but kept it pooled in her mouth.

"Now boy, I want you to pour that load of your own sperm into your own mouth" demanded Miss Kebbler , "and then the two of you can carry on with where you were when I arrived! A nice messy French kiss!"

I looked at my sister's big, dark eyes and they seemed glazed as if she had become a different person in Neil and Miss Kebbler's presence. I supposed I must have looked something similar to her. Anyway we locked eyes for a moment before we locked lips. God, it was a weird feeling kissing my sister while both our mouths were filled with sticky cum (mine and my brothers). Her tongue went first probing in my mouth, seeking out my cum covered tongue and trying to suck it into her mouth. I responded in kind, trying to forget exactly what we were doing and trying to enjoy what was an amazingly intense kiss.

It actually sent shivers down my spine kissing my big sister like that. As our tongues wrapped around each others our bodies pressed closer and closer, I could feel her soft boobs against my chest, her nipples stiff and hard, my own ones similar but smaller. After about a minute of kissing Miss Kebbler made her next demand.

"Good, you two make quite the cute couple. Make sure all that cum is in John's mouth and John I want you to break the kiss, lean back and spit that big load of cum into that fat slut's face."

I leaned back, looked my big sister straight in the eye and did what I was told -- I spat my mouthful of cum right between her eyes. She was a pretty mess with cum and saliva all over her face, hanging from her nose, stuck in her eyelashes, and slowly gravity was dragging it down her face but she just knelt there letting it happen, waiting for our next instructions from out brother or his bitch of a secretary. I was feeling stirrings already again in my cock, I was getting hard again.

We were no longer doing this out of a need for money, of that I was certain but before I could fully consider me and Kelly's motivations Miss Kebblers harsh voice cut in again.

"Leave that gunk there you fat cow, I'll clean it off later when I feel like it. And you, wimp get that pathetic dick of yours hard again for me it's got more work before we're finished tonight, isn't that right Neil?"

My brother nodded smugly and stood beside her like they were some kind of kinky royalty. I couldn't help that his cock was returning to a stiff state as well. I quickly found out what they had in store for us next and in truth it literally blew my mind. Once I was hard again I was told to sit on my ass and lean back, Kelly was ordered to moved over to me, turn, pull her ass cheeks apart and to impale herself on my cock!

Oh god, what a sensation to have your own sister slide her ass onto your cock! And despite my annoyance at Neil's secretary constant reference to Kelly's weight with her ass right on me I could feel she was a decent enough weight to carry. Before I did anything though Neil dropped to his knees before us and with a little manoeuvring slide his own cock into Kelly from the front, right in her pussy so that we were double penetrating our own sister. It was intense as hell to be able to feel Neil's cock inside Kelly's pussy with just the walls of her pussy and ass separating out rampant dicks.

"Right boys start fucking the bitch, I want her to get it as hard and as fast as you two can manage!"

Barked Miss Kebbler dominantly.

And boy did we do what we were told. How Kelly stayed on us as we both thrust into her like wild ******* I will never know. She moaned and groaned and squalled with pleasure as both her holes were filled and fucked and then some. It was hard on my body in that position, I had to support myself on my arms and try as I might I couldn't bang into her ass quite as hard as my body wanted to. After we had been facing her for a little while the demanding secretary told us to stop and flashed her boss a winning smile.

"Want to try a little double anal action boss?" was all she said.

While I tried to figure out what that meant our brother plucked his stiff, slippery dick from Kelly's pussy and without further ado pressed it against my own dick and somehow squeezed it in beside mine inside our sisters asshole. Both my and Kelly's eyes bulged in shock but Neil just looked at us in contempt and began to slowly slide his dick up and down. The feeling was like nothing on earth. My dick was stuck there it's wet foreskin being worked up and down by the rubbing of Neil's dick. To feel all this kinky action take place inside my sisters asshole was mind-blowing! It was also quite difficult to maintain and keep up so it did not go on for long, but long enough for the skinny blonde to goad Kelly some more.

"What a dirty whore! Imagine having both her brothers cocks up her ass at the same time, you filthy slut, a depraved bitch, that's all you are!"

When we finally withdrew our cocks from Kelly's ass she was ordered to turn around and clean them before Miss Kebbler suggested that we empty our staining balls over Kelly's already messy face, she apparently wanted a bit more mess. My big sister knelt there obediently before us, her face already covered in drying cum while Neil stood slightly to the right and I stood slightly to her left and we both began to furious jerk our cocks over her. It was not long before we struck cum.

Neil came first, spraying a watery white load all over Kelly's features, landing on top of the layer already there and finding her lips and chin too. The sight of him cumming all over our sister was too much for me and seconds later I too started to cum and splattered more of my cum over Kelly's obliterated face. What a mess we had made of our sisters face, it was positively dripping and clinging with thick strands and globs of cum and at Miss Kebbler's repeated instructions she couldn't move any of it. Indeed she told Kelly that if she lay down on her back she would wash it off herself. I didn't get where she was going with this until a few seconds later.

By then the tall blonde had taken her time in positioning herself over Kelly, carefully removed the strap on dildo from at her crotch and, holding her pussy lips carefully started to squat down closer to my sister's face.

"Here you go bitch, we'll have you washed clean in no time at all!"

She then, of course, began to piss all over Kelly's face. And what a stream it was! A yellow fountain straight from between the bitch's legs and all over my sisters face, splashing noisily on her face and the floor and cascading all over her.

"Open your mouth fatty! It needs a good washing out!"

I was amazed to see Kelly do what she was told and the piss start to pool in her mouth until she started swallowing it. The piss lasted the best part of a minute and by the time she came to a dribble my sister was a piss covered mess, yes it had shifted a fair amount of the cum on her face but some stubbornly remained and she was quite the saturated state.

"Your turn now little brother. Open your fucking mouth!"

I had not wanted to suck his cock but I had done it. I had not wanted let him fuck me in my ass but I had let him do it. And I did not want to open my mouth and let him piss on me but despite that I obeyed him and let my jaw fall open before him as he stood over me.

As a degrading and humiliating experience I really don't know if there is anything better (or worse!) than your hated big brother pissing all over you. His piss was thick and disgusting and smelled awful and tasted even worse. It came out hard and fast from his cock and I ****** and gagged on it as the first burst sprayed against my throat, but that meant it went all over my face, in my eyes, up my nose and in my hair so I was glad eventually to get my mouth back open and swallow some of it.

I managed to look up at Neil as he was pissing on me, through blurry, stinging, eyes and the look of utter contempt and disdain on his face was startling. And he was really enjoying using me as his urinal, that was evident. Finally, he ran dry and I was ordered to suck the last vestiges of his piss direct from his cock, I obeyed without question, my ********** total.

After that there was little left to say, they led both me and Kelly by our collars and literally chucked us out of the house, naked and covered in piss and told us to get off Neil's property. He had had his fun with us and shown us our place, I gripped my big sisters hand and we moved off into the dark night our lives changed forever.

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My Darkest Fantasy



I was about to turn thirty when this started. I had just split up with my girlfriend of six months pretty acrimoniously as I had found out that she was cheating on me. Unhappy with life I plunged into despair until I came across a BDSM site on the internet that took my interest . I had always been turned on and intrigued by the lifestyle and was in no doubt that I was submissive by nature as I was always getting used and taken advantage of. Deep down I enjoyed that, I had a weird enjoyment of being embarrassed and even humiliated that I could never really understand. Until now that is. Reading the site and hearing what others did made me understand me a bit more and realise some things about myself.

I wrote to several Mistresses (or Dommes) online with no success and virtually no replies and it was then, just as I was losing hope of finding an answer here that I decided to write to a male dominant. I was not gay, nor had harboured any thoughts in that direction previously but his advert intrigued me. For a start he lived in a town only thirty minutes away from me, secondly he especially wanted straight men to answer him and finally he promised *********** for any who dared write to him, and as I knelt naked reading his page and profile on my computer, the dark side of my personality craved *********** and self *****. So I wrote and applied to Master Max. Even now, knowing what has happened to me since, I do not know if that was either the best or worst thing I had done in my life - one thing is for sure it certainly irrevocably changed it.

His first reply back to me was not encouraging, short and sweet he demanded details about me, my life and a picture and stated not to bother even replying unless I was totally prepared to obey absolutely everything he told me to do. I hesitated before replying to him, unsure if I was doing the right thing but again a stiffening cock at the thought of what I was doing convinced me to give him all he wanted to know and the next night my phone rang.

"Is that John?"

"Yes"

"Good. This is your Master Max speaking"

And so he came further into my life. Even in that first phone call he informed me of how it would be his intention to humiliate me and degrade me, I think he wanted to give me a chance to back out of what I was embarking on. But I just gave myself over to his will. Ready to commit myself fully to this. He seemed pleased and before he had rung off I had told him more private details about myself and promised to send him more over the next week. Our first meeting would be at my house the next Saturday, where he promised me I would experience a day like no other that I had lived in my life up to then. All this must seem stupid and reckless and dangerous on my part, giving so much to someone I had never met before, in truth it was but I did not care, I had given up on myself by now as a person and whatever would come would come. And boy did it come!

All that week the Master got more and more information from me and by the time Saturday afternoon came around I was almost sick with worry and anticipation. At three o'clock exactly my doorbell rang and I quickly moved to answer it. As instructed I was completely naked when I opened the door and came face to face with the man I had given myself over to.

I knew he was forty eight but I was surprised how well put together he appeared to be, very muscular and an intimidating height. I stood just inside the door staring into his deep, dark, ******** eyes.

"Get down on your knees Bitch!" he spat at me "And never again look into my eyes, a pathetic specimen like yourself does not deserve to gaze upon me."

He stood on the doorstep watching as I obediently dropped to my knees before him, conscious that if one of my neighbours or a passer-by were to look over they would see me like this in my own home, worrying, but it gave me a real thrill. He left me there for a minute before ordering me to crawl on hands and knees into my living room. There he pulled the blinds fully open, again ensuring that if anyone chose to spy through my window they would witness what was happening to me.

"So you're the bitch that wants to me dominated and humiliated are you? I really was expecting better. Still we'll have make do. You can start by cleaning my shoes with your tongue, I seemed to have stepped in all sorts on my way here."

He towered over me as I crawled over to him and obediently dipped my head to his shoes and tentatively began to run my tongue over his black shoes.

"For fucks sake slave! That's pathetic, get your tongue going harder" he bellowed at me and I cringed at the thought of my open front door.

I licked away for at least ten minutes and by that time my tongue was sore and felt dirty, and I felt like the lowest form on earth. My Master looked down at my cowed form and reached into a holdall he had come in with and threw a magazine onto the carpet in front of me. I could hardly fail to see the front cover and discover it was a hardcore gay porno magazine.

"Open it to page 37" he barked at me.

I fumbled my way through the pages until I got to page 37 - it was a two page picture of a young guy on his knees taking a cum facial from a standing older man. I knew I wasn't gay but couldn't deny the picture was erotic as I concentrated on it.

"Ha! Look at you (he prodded my hardening cock with his shoe tip) you're turned on by that aren't you? Aren't you?"

My eyes lowered I could only answer "Yes Master" sheepishly.

"You wish that was you there taking that man's cum, tasting it, feeling it splash over your worthless face, come on admit it."

I knelt there and admitted it to him much to his pleasure and noted the rising at his crotch - it was not small. He laughed at my gaze and ordered me to grip my own cock and jerk off while I looked at the picture imagining I was the guy taking the facial. I was quickly fully erect at 6" and in a world of my own tugging away at my penis, nearing a ball bursting climax.

"Stop!" the Master bellowed and somehow I managed to obey his command.

"You will not cum, this not about you and you getting enjoyment now crawl your way to your bedroom, quickly!"

So I crawled out into the hall, again praying no one was looking in and crawled up my stairs and into my bedroom, the Master always just behind me. When we were both in the room he ordered me up onto my knees so my head was level with his belt, my back to the door and told me to unzip his trousers and to release his hardening cock. This was the acid test for my ********** and as a part of my mind ordered me to back out now I found my hands reaching out and unzipping him and bringing out a very thick, large circumcised penis whose eye I was staring right into.

"You want to taste it don't you? You want to please me? Well go ahead, you may suck me."

I did, taking this hot, sweaty slab of throbbing man meat into the warmth of my mouth and I began to lick it as he thrust it further into me until I nearly gagged, his pubic hair tickling my nostrils. He placed his hands on my head and continued to fuck my mouth for five minutes and I soon found I was lost in the moment and groaning with pleasure as I gave my first ever blow job to a man.

The haze I was in was abruptly interrupted when I heard feminine giggles from behind me. I managed to move me head and eyes enough to see who was there and with horror in my eyes I saw that standing there with amusement and amazement all over their faces were my ex-girlfriend, Julie and her two friends Lisa and Louise (who I knew both had never liked me).

Julie was an extremely attractive young woman of 27, make no mistake about that. She had an incredible figure, with curves in all the right places and dressed to show them off at every occasion. She had shoulder length light brown hair, always in the latest style and amazing green eyes. In short she was a beautiful girl and anybody would have thought me fortunate to be dating her. However, as a person she was not nearly so nice. I had initially been attracted by her looks and soon found out that they were the best things about her. In speech and thought she was vulgar and nasty. She thought nothing of bitching about people and slandering them behind their back. I tried to change her but there was no chance of that happening and although I enjoyed having sex with her, when I dumped her it was mostly a relief. She had been ******** with this other guy for a couple of weeks and when I heard about it from a friend and confronted her she didn't deny it, thinking I was the one in the wrong. I also knew that she hated the fact I had dumped her, she never got dumped!

Her small band of friends were a lot like Julie, very pretty but also pretty nasty and Lisa and Louise were the worst of a bad bunch. Lisa was a short stunning blonde with a huge cleavage while Louise a slim raven haired beauty that specialised in looks that could ****. Both (indeed all Julie's friends) had never had much time for me and I knew they had bitched about me when I went out with her. Of course when we split Julie wasted little time joining that particular chorus.

So as I looked up and saw them standing in a line inside my bedroom watching me in this position my heart sunk. Master Max chuckled and said," Thought I'd invite some old friends of yours along to see how you were doing."

Just then the Master's cock started to pulse and spasm and as I knelt there stunned by the appearance of my ex-girlfriend and her mates, he pulled it from my mouth and instantly launched a huge volley of cum over my face. It splashed into my eyes, my nose, my hair and into my gaping mouth, running down my chin. The white sticky strands clinging to my face like glue. I could hear his deep guttural chuckling as he fed his diminishing member back into my mouth, telling me to lick it clean.

To my horror I realised that Lisa had come forward and was busily pointing something at me, she came closer and I saw it was a picture phone. She was taking pictures of me on my knees, covered in cum and sucking an older man's cock. Shame and *********** coursed through me as I carried out my Masters commands.

"I always knew you were a sick freak", bitched Julie, her voice a mixture of disgust and humour.

"Yeah," added Louise," Remember I said he must be a faggot to dump you. Well look, he is."

"You should fuck his ass Mister, bet he'd like that" said Julie a definite challenge to this man who had contacted her that week and arranged for her to be here to witness this.

Master slipped his cock from my mouth and as he zipped himself up he smiled at Julie and replied "No, you should fuck his ass", and bent down to lift a huge strap on dildo from his bag and hold it out to her.

Julie looked at the Master incredulously and replied, "No way."

Inwardly I sighed with relief, relief that was swiftly lost when that little bimbo Lisa blurted out" I'll fucking do it" and grabbed the sex toy from his outstretched hand.

I had actually met Lisa the same night I met Julie and thought that she had fancied me but I wasn't interested and, I think, she had always had it in for me since then. I knelt there with a distraught look on my face as she hiked up the tiny skirt she was wearing and stepped into the harness, pulled it up and tightened it around her waist. From all appearances it wasn't the first time she had strapped on one of these.

The dildo itself was made of solid, black plastic and was about 6 inches long, though from my eye level perspective of it , it looked a whole lot bigger.

"Now slave," spoke the Master as Lisa strapped herself in," you will turn around and beg the young lady to fuck you, you will plead that she take you roughly and while she is doing that I will present my arsehole to you and I want you to lick it. Understand?"

"Y-Y-Yes" was about all I could say and all I got for that was a slap to my face.

"You will answer properly Slave. Understand?"

Shaking I replied "Yes Master" and turned bowed down to the smirking Lisa and begged her to do as the Master had said.

"Well turn around faggot boy and you'll get what you want" was her response.

By now the Master had undone his trousers and lowered them presenting his hairy arsehole to me. Pathetically I reached forward with my head, extended my tongue and began to lick the rim of his arsehole. He pushed back onto my face, ******* my tongue deeper and I then felt Lisa's hands on my hips and the dry plastic of the tip of the dildo press on my ass cheeks. Her hands pulled my cheeks apart and without further ado she rammed the dildo into my exposed backside.

It hurt like hell and I could do nothing save for try to concentrate on licking my Master as I was roughly ass fucked. Lisa seemed determined to make me squeal and when I managed not to react to her first insertion she became harder and harder in her thrusts until I could not help opening my mouth and howling. I was lost in my own pain and *********** when I heard Julie speak again.

"Oh my god look at his dick he's getting turned on by this".

And it was true I had a raging erection.

Lisa continued to pump hard and enthusiastically into me, at turns slapping my backside and calling me all the demeaning names she could think of as she thrust harder and harder. By now my tongue was buried in the Master and I licked him out with all the enthusiasm I could muster, and yes there was no doubt , despite myself I was turned on. I wasn't the only one though as I noticed the Master was fully hard again, Lisa was definitely getting off on fucking me and from the encouraging noises they were making Julie and Louise were too.

I felt a hand (Julie's) circle the base of my cock and begin to jerk it off while Louise held a large beer glass from my kitchen under it. In seconds my cock started twitching and I shot a full load of sperm into the glass, Julie's soft hand milking me expertly.

The Master looked over his shoulder and saw what was occurring and told Louise to bring him the glass and he also shot a load of cum into the glass to mix with mine. She set the glass to one side as Lisa continued while the Master seemed satisfied with my rim-job stood up, pulled up his trousers and watched Lisa bring herself off while continuing to penetrate me. Finally she finished and pulled the dildo from me, quickly unstrapping it. She stood back to straighten her clothes as I stayed on hands and knees trying to come to terms with what had happened that afternoon.

Julie walked over to the discarded strap-on and carefully picked it up, she moved to my face and said" I want to see you lick this clean you bastard."

I looked to my Master but knew his reply and I was right as he nodded to me so I opened my lips and Julie fed the length of dirtied plastic into my gagging mouth. The three girls gathered round to goad and mock me as I sunk even lower before them, while the Master took the glass and headed to my bathroom.

The taste in my mouth was foul and I hated myself as I greedily sucked the dildo but again the *********** was turning me on. Just then Master returned with the glass only now it was filled to brimming and the unmistakable stench of urine came to my nostrils. He handed me the large glass and I looked in disgust at it. The two lots of cum floating in a thick head on top of a full glass of his yellow piss.

This was too much. I could not do this and pleaded with my eyes to all four of them but was met with looks that all wanted the same thing – to see me ***** this awful concoction while they watched me. My masochistic and self destructive instinct took over me and I felt that it wasn't my hand that gripped the handle of the glass and lift it to my mouth. Master nodded and I began to let the fluid into my mouth.

"Don't swallow it slave! Hold it and swirl it in your mouth" I did as he ordered and when he instructed it I let some cum and piss run from my mouth and down my chin onto my torso. All the time the girls took photographs on their camera phones. It tasted horrible but on command I swallowed it and drank the full glass, drips escaping my lips. What a pathetic sight I must have made.

Before I had quite finished the glass the Master took it from me and proceeded to empty the last of it over my head so that I knelt there before them all with cum and piss dripping from me onto my bedroom carpet. The girls got more pictures of me before leaving. Julie was last to leave and she glanced back from the doorway to see me looking up at her feebly. This seemed to set her off and she stormed back over to me and kicked me hard in my balls, making me flop onto the wet floor in pain.

"To think I even wasted one minute on a pathetic **** like you!" and with that she stormed out.

The Master left soon after leaving me lying pathetically on the floor, naked and humiliated. He left a note on the sideboard before he went.

"There's instructions on that to where you should be and how dressed next Saturday morning. I expect complete obedience."

THE NEXT SATURDAY

I stood on a cold and wet Saturday morning freezing waiting for the Master to appear. I had no choice really, what had happened to me the week before was terrible and I hated myself for it but he had access to those pictures and witnesses to what I had done and also I had no choice because despite it all I had never been so turned on and excited in all my life. I thought about it daily and the prospect of what may occur the next Saturday.

The note had told me to be at a small car park on the edge of town at 9:30 and to only be wearing a long trench coat. Nothing else , and that if I wore any other clothes he would have me strip there and then. So there I stood shivering, having waited twenty minutes already when he came around the corner.

He walked up to me and began to unbutton my coat, I worriedly looked around – there were a few early morning shoppers at the far side of the car park. He undid the last button and swept the two sides of the coat apart to stare at my nakedness.

"Good. Well done Slave," and he reached down and gave my cock a slow stroke, "Now do it up and follow me."

I did as instructed and he led me over to the old style public toilets that bordered the car park. He took me in and we entered the last cubicle on the left. The place stank of stale urine and there was a constant drip from over to the left.

"Take off your coat, now give it to me, now get on your knees. That's it, slide your legs back around the toilet bowl."

I obeyed his every command and once I was positioned as he wanted her took a length of rope from his pocket and tied it around one of my ankles, he flung the rope over behind the cistern and tied it to my other ankle, this wasn't looking good for me. He took two further pieces of rope from his pocket and tied them around my wrists and tied the ends to the grating at the top of either side of the cubicle. My arms were stretched up and behind me ******* my face forwards.

"You're going to have a real interesting day slave" and with that he left the cubicle , attaching a Velcro strap to the door so that it wouldn't open easily but a firm push would open the door. I knelt there in comparative silence , nervously awaiting what would happen to me.

Some time passed and I heard the noise of footsteps in the toilets, they came slowly along the building towards my cubicle and I gulped when I saw the door move inwards. With the way my body was tied I could do nothing else but look into the eyes of the man who entered and register surprise and dismay to see that it was Malcolm, a guy who worked under me at work a year ago and who I had to sack for misconduct.

There was a wicked smile on his face as her unzipped his trousers and whipped out a medium sized cock that was rapidly hardening.

"I'm gonna really enjoy this " he snarled at me as he ****** my lips apart and inserted his cock into it.

I had never liked Malcolm since he had started working at the sales office I worked in, one month after he started I was promoted and made sure he wouldn't get away with his slacking as he had done in his first month. He was about 22 and thought he knew it all and could get away with it. I hate to say it but I got a secret pleasure telling him he was sacked and now here I was tied up of my own free will and taking Malcolm's cock into my willing mouth. It wasn't long before I was getting turned on by my humiliating situation and he laughed seeing me get hard at being ****** to give him a blow job.

"I never had you for a cock sucking faggot, asshole " he commented as he thrust his thin dick right into my throat ******* me to deep throat him, "Man, I couldn't believe it when this Max told me you'd be here like this - man."

He came pretty quickly, holding my head firmly as he shot his spunk into my throat and making me swallow his full load. When he withdrew he seemed suddenly conscious of his surroundings and couldn't get away quickly enough , though he paused long enough to spit fully on my face before he left.

I knelt there for more than half an hour the sour taste of Malcolm's cum in my throat and his spittle drying on my face when I heard footsteps enter the facility and braced myself for my next potential encounter. The door was slowly poked open and into my view came a long, dark nightstick, to my fright I saw it was being held by a tall, muscular ,coloured policeman!

All sorts of things went through my mind, how I could talk my way out of this situation, I had been attacked or.. Anything to prevent being busted. Then he prodded the nightstick into my mouth and I realised he wasn't here to arrest me but to be serviced by me. I sighed a sigh of relief and then I laid eyes on his cock - it was huge! As his stick probed my mouth he unzipped his trousers and a massive black cock sprang to attention in front of me, it was so big I doubted it would fit in my mouth. He seemed to be testing that out by using his nightstick to stretch either side of my gaping mouth and then he fit that hog of a cock into my mouth, slipping his weapon out as his penis entered.

I gagged immediately and panicked and struggled for breathe, he had to instruct me to "Breathe through your nose Bitch!". I tried but it was a struggle , he must have been 14 inches long and had a huge girth, my tongue doing little other than licking the underside of his dick as he pushed gently in and out. I hate to think what damage he could have done if he had been as rough as Malcolm had been with me.

When he came after a good twenty minutes of me taking his meat, and by then I was enjoying it, he pulled out and pulled back his foreskin and aimed his pulsing penis at my steady face and unleashed a torrent of cum over my features, my face was literally coated in his sticky cum when he unzipped and without saying anything further left me to kneel as some of his cum dripped off my gasping face.

Three more men came in the next two hours, all well spaced and through my haze of cock I realised that no-one else was using the toilet, it was either very quiet or Max had set this up really well. Who was this man? The men seemed to take their lead from the cop and all of them made sure to give me a facial with their cum as they came leaving me an increasing mess with each blow job.

It was about three in the afternoon by the time the next 'visitor' arrived. By this point I was really uncomfortable, my knees were sore from kneeling in the cold and wet all day and my arms were tired from being pulled in the direction they were in. I was stiff all over and just wanted the day to be over. Then suddenly the door swung inwards and someone came in, my view wasn't as clear as before as my eyes had been a target for the previous guys and a crust had formed around them blurring things slightly. However, looking up at him I thought I recognised him and when he spoke it came rushing back to me.

"Hey Nancy Boy, remember me."

How could I forget, at school only one person had called me that, Graham Spink, the class bully who had taken an immediate dislike to me and spent the best part of four years making my life a hell. He was bigger and meaner than me and had realised that I wasn't the type to fight back so he took advantage physically and verbally, calling me all sorts of names, especially 'Nancy Boy'. All those horrible memories came back to me and here I was tied up, on my knees, caked in other men's cum, confronted by the chief tormentor of my teenage years. This would be terrible I knew. I had hated him then and consoled myself with the knowledge he would grow up to be a waster while I would be a success.

He slapped my cum-covered face pretty hard as he inspected my predicament and took out his cock. He had no intention of shoving it into my mouth, as he took delight in telling me, "he wasn't a faggot cocksucker like me". What he did do though was handle his prick so it pointed at me and unleashed a fast spray of yellow, acrid urine all over my exposed face. It splashed off my head, into my eyes, up my nose until it settled on my mouth.

"Come on open up Nancy Boy" he goaded me.

To my shame and *********** I found my mouth opening up and I took the full ***** of the spray into my mouth, swallowing some of the vile liquid while the rest swirled around in my mouth before dribbling down my chin to the stone floor. It seemed to go on forever but when at last he finished, the cubicle stank even more than before and my entire body seemed to be soaked with his piss. He zipped up, smirked at me then shook his head at how pathetic I was and left.

I had three more men to suck off that afternoon, I did it almost mechanically, my spirit crushed by then and when at 5:30 Master Max cam to release me I flopped pathetically onto the stone floor. He had one final *********** for me though and he ordered me to crawl on hands and knees, naked into the main area of the toilets and up to the tiled floor before the urinal trough. This was overflowing and stank. He explained to me how that morning he had jammed it up and that each of my visitors had been encouraged to take a piss in it before leaving.

He took out a video camera and told me matter-of-factly that I would have to ***** it dry before he would allow me to leave and that he would film me doing so. Anything for this day to end, I thought and reached a new low as I lowered my head to the trough and began to lap at the disgusting mixture. He stood over me egging me on and even at one stage put his boot on the back of my head and plunged it into the piss, threatening to drown me in it. He released me laughing even more and when I managed to get the level lower he handed me a straw which he told me to use to make sure I emptied the trough. It took me the best part of an hour to do but I finished it eventually.

"Well done Slave, you are really showing your obedience to me and I must say I am enjoying humiliating you. When you arrive home tonight you will find instructions that I expect you to carry out to the letter, failure to do so will see a copy of this tape sent to your parents. Understand?"

I could only nod and trudge into the night to see what my next fate would be.

I got back home and tiredly lifted the note and package the Master had left on my kitchen table ( how had he gained entry? ). The note read as follows :

"Well done so far Slave, you have pleased me with your actions and I know how much you will have enjoyed your ************. In the box are garments that I expect you to wear to your work every day next week under your normal clothes. I will check on this happening at some stage so do not fail me. However, tonight I want you to shave all of your bodily hair off. Make sure you are thorough, I especially do not want any hair left around your crotch or ass and legs."

I opened the package and carefully lifted out a frilly bra, frilly panties, garter belt and stockings all in a very feminine pink colour. I was no cross dresser and had no desire to wear women's underwear and the thought of being ****** to run the risk of someone at my work discovering I was wearing them both repulsed and excited me. I went to have a long, hot bath that night to wash away the crust that covered me from the day and to contemplate what I was becoming. I then set about shaving myself which took some time.

Of course I wore the clothing each day that week to my work under my clothes, making sure I wore a dark shirt each day for fear someone may see the bra's outline. I have to admit that I was turned on, not by what I was wearing but by the thought of being caught and what could lead from that. Then when I returned from my lunch break on Thursday I entered my office to find the Master sitting in my seat, dressed in bikers leathers, his boots cockily perched on my desk.

I entered and shut the door behind me and immediately sunk to my knees before him.

"Nice office you have here slave. Nice secretary too, what's her name?"

My secretary was indeed a pretty little thing, not long out of school Louise was nevertheless extremely competent at her job , the only drawback to her seemed to be that she was a gossip in the office.

"Miss Goodhead, Sir."

"Well I am ordering you to ask her to come in here right now."

Feeling extremely uncomfortable about where this might end up I nevertheless obeyed and through the intercom asked her to come into my office and to close the door behind her. She came through swiftly and as she closed the door both the Master and I appraised her. She was 18, tall, had a nice figure, very big boobs and beautiful long, blonde hair. She was wearing a sheer white blouse and a short dark skirt with black stockings. She had a puzzled look on her face as she looked at the older man who so confidently occupied my seat.

"Those are lovely stockings you are wearing Miss Goodhead, do you often wear them to work?" he asked her. She stood there frozen unable to work out how she should answer. He ploughed on not waiting anyway.

"Of course you're not the only one who like to wear stocking to work is she slave (his use of the word before her stung me and I grimaced as Louise listened )? Why don't you show her she is not alone – take off your shirt and trousers now."

They both stared at me each, for different reasons, waiting to see if I would do what he commanded. Lowering my eyes I reached up with my right hand and began to tug at my tie. The master smiled as I continued to undo it, letting it drop to the floor then I unbuttoned my blue shirt and let it fall allowing both to view my hairless chest covered by the frilly pink bra. My face burned red with shame when I heard my secretaries little gasp of surprise when she saw the bra, what had I done? There was no turning back though and automatically I kicked off my shoes and socks before the Master stopped me.

He got up from my desk and locking his eyes with those of the transfixed Louise he strode over in front of me. He gripped the buckle of my belt and ********** undid it before unzipping me and pulling my trousers off. I stepped out of them at my ankles and stood before them clad in my bra and panties and stockings.

"Look into Miss Goodhead's eyes slave, tell me what you see there, tell me what you think she must think of you now."

I looked across at her and saw a mixture of surprise, amusement, disgust but mainly an enjoyment of the *********** I was undergoing. I told him all that.

"Hmm, Miss Goodhead, I'll bet you never thought you're boss enjoyed wearing women's underwear did you? No, well there's a lot you don't know about him, he's a kinky little bitch who'll do whatever he's told. Try him, give him a command he'll obey."

She smiled uneasily at what was going on, unsure how to react but you could also see that she was in some way aroused by the situation and when she spoke that young voice had a real edge to it that I had never noticed before.

"Take your panties off."

I paused only to be struck by the Master and told to hurry up and obey her. I peeled the pink panties from around my crotch and pulled them off, revealing my freshly shaven pubic area and my semi-erect penis. She came closer to me, as if to inspect and dismiss my tiny cock, then spoke again.

"I never had you as one of them, just goes to show you can't trust the quiet ones. I bet you like sucking cock don't you? (I nodded) Yes, and I'll bet you like being buggered don't you Mr. White?"

To that I never responded but the Master did by ordering me to lay over my desk and telling Louise that he would show her exactly what I liked. I gripped the edge of the desk and grimaced as I heard his zipped being lowered. He was going to fuck me in the ass here, in my office while my secretary looked on. And she did look on now, no thought of hiding her arousal, she felt her boobs and I saw a hand reach into her skirt as I felt the Master's fat cock head touch my ass cheeks and braced myself for the assault to come. He was not gentle with me, I believe he was trying to make me shout out or squeal , knowing that although my office was closed and there were no windows that surely others would hear my moans if I made them too loudly so he pistoned his cock into my arsehole as hard and as fast as he could as I hung onto the far side of the desk and stifled the screams and shouts I needed to let out. I felt him climax inside me then withdraw and do up his trousers. He swiftly made to leave the office pausing only to say " Miss Goodhead, you can do one of two things, one, tell everybody what you saw here or two keep the knowledge to yourself and have a boss that is unbelievably indebted to you, you might say under your control. I leave it to you what you do. Slave (addressing me), I will call round for you at eight tonight for the next part of your journey."

I got into his car that night with some amount of trepidation, I had the feeling that the Master had lined up the ultimate *********** for me and that after tonight I would never be the same again. Still I went with him and I felt excited about what may happen as well as my ever present worry.

We booked into a dirty, seedy hotel in a run down area of town and I carried his suitcase up to the room while the duty manager gave the two of us a leering look as if he knew what two men would be up to in one of his rooms. Once in the room he had me strip naked and ordered me to wear the clothes in his suitcase. Not that there was much, just a wispy, short lacy teddy and that I pulled on.

"I have a guest coming up in ten minutes, when he arrives I will move to the bathroom and watch the pair of you. He has been instructed not to turn on the lights, you will not speak to him or communicate with him. You will merely kneel before him and accept his cock into your willing mouth and give him the blow job of his life. He had better be satisfied or I will make things far worse for. When he comes in your mouth you will begin to masturbate yourself and put a finger up his arsehole while keeping his semen in your mouth. Understand?"

I had accepted my desired role by now and merely nodded my ascent. Seconds later there came a knock at the door. The Master retreated to the small bathroom while I shut out the lights. The room was engulfed by light when the man entered but plunged to pitch dark when he swiftly shut the door. He stood by the bed and I moved over to him, sunk to my knees and eased his trousers down, slowly playing with his hardening cock.

He seemed to be a tall well built man, very hairy with what felt like pretty big cock. I slowly ran my tongue over it and began to explore under his foreskin with my lip. It was a bizarre thing, the two of us in complete silence and darkness as I orally pleasured him. Soon I had his full length in my mouth and was sucking like a pro. His pubic hair tickled at my nostrils as his full length rammed into my mouth and I concentrated on pleasuring him. All too soon I could feel him tense up and begin to moan (which sounded like a shout in the silence), then I felt a rush of warm, stickly liquid in my mouth and remembering the Master's instructions I reached my left hand up and probed his butthole with my index finger and began to tug on my rock hard erection.

Then the bathroom door flew open and the lights came on, the Master snapped of picture and snatched up a video camera he had been filming with and laughed and ran from the room. Stunned I looked up into the man whose limp cock still touched my lips and whose cum dripped from my mouth and whose arsehole I was fingering. I nearly howled in anguish to see I was looking into the eyes of my older brother James.

My descent was complete.

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On my Knees, Waiting


It's Saturday mid-morning and I am watching music TV channels waiting for what fate has to throw at me. I'll elaborate on that in a moment but first I'll give you some history.

I am thirty years old, married for six years (to Kelly) and have a three year old ********. I am six feet tall, good build, dark hair, shy but friendly and like, on the whole, to keep to myself. I have got a good job, well paying and lead an everyday, normal life. No real excitement or scandal, just getting from one day to the next. I'd been thinking about this for a long time and this weekend seemed to me to be the perfect time to do it. I'd had dreams and thoughts and fantasies of doing it for nearly a year now. My wife was staying with her ****** for a week (she was ill) and had taken our ******** with her. So I had had a week of my own cooking, a week of my own company and a week of my own thoughts and planning. It had been a long week.

So, anyway, I decided that maybe I shouldn't be doing this and as a final check as to what fate intended for me I invented this test. It's stupid, I know. If you really want to do something you're going to do it no matter what, so maybe this was just a way to reduce my guilt or conscience, that what I was intending doing was the fault of fate and not me. I don't know. Anyway, I decided that if five of my favourite pop music video stars were on the various music stations as I clicked through them between eleven and twelve I would do this . If they weren't, I wouldn't. They were, in no particular order:

Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Avril Lavigne, Rachel Stevens, Girls Aloud, Destiny's *****, Christina Milian, Jennifer Lopez, Kylie Minogue, NataliIe Imbruglia.

All nubile young pop babes. See I'm not gay am I? I told myself. I couldn't be.

Then why is that if I see five of these that I am going to go up to the public toilets in town and enter one of the cubicles, strip naked and hope that someone saw the message I wrote on the wall a week earlier and comes to have their cock sucked by me?

Ten minutes later and I'm walking up the High Street feeling like I'm in a daze. Of course the videos came on, they were really bound to. My legs pulled me in the right direction as a battle raged in my mind as to whether I should be doing this or not. I didn't notice anybody that I walk past, all headed into town for their Saturday shopping. The further I got from the centre of town the less people I passed and the more my confidence and resolve to do this grew. Now I started to pay more attention to who was around me, what cars were driving past to the car park I was headed to. Up the pavement to the final road leading into the near deserted car park and as I had the Saturday before my eyes dart nervously and guiltily around, looking for movement, relieved there was none and now my every move strikes me as being furtive.

I've thought about my approach and I actually walk past it's entrance on the other side of the road, check no-one is about and then casually veer over and nip in between the stone walls at the buildings entrance.

I cautiously entered the old stone entrance and swiftly ascertained there was no one there already. What I would have done if there had been, I don't know. I looked around more slowly and took in my surroundings, they were hardly inspiring, but that had been part of the thrill of this from the beginning. The walls were slate grey and uninviting, as if determined that patrons should spend as little time as possible here. High, blurred windows over the urinals to the right of the entrance allowed a modicum of natural light into the place, while the rest came from the open entrance I had just stepped through. As I stood just in from the entrance I was faced by the slightly intimidating prospect of three open cubicle doors. I made straight for the one furthest to the right. On trembling legs I made for it, I was not going to turn back now.

Through the prevailing smell of stale urine I stepped into the cubicle and slammed the bolt home on the heavy wooden door. My heart was thundering inside my chest but I had made it. I swivelled and viewed the words I had written on the wall, in amongst the rest of the graffiti, the previous Friday afternoon.

I WILL BE NAKED, ONMY KNEES AND WILL SUCK YOUR COCK HERE NEXT SATURDAY AT 12:30

And here I was, Saturday, twelve twenty five, in the cubicle, dressed and on my feet. This had been the fantasy which had dominated my thoughts for the past year and here I was about to live it.

I had lived these moments in my mind for a long time and it seemed second nature to me as I pulled off the loose jumper and shirt I had worn and dropped them at the back of the cubicle behind the toilet bowl. Not pausing, fearing that I may back out, I undid my belt and slid my jeans and shorts off and my socks soon followed them onto the pile of clothes. As my suddenly exposed body felt the chill draft coming from under and over the locked door, I relished the feeling of my skin turn to goose flesh This was daring, this was exciting, this made me feel more alive than I had in years. My cock reacted by rising up and standing to attention, I hadn't been this hard since I was a teenager having sex for the first time.

I closed my eyes in enjoyment of the moment and dropped to my knees on the cold, unforgiving, tiled floor and waited for whatever would happen.

I waited for five minutes during which my ears heard all sorts of noises that seemed to indicate someone had come in or was lurking outside or a vehicle was slowing down. But nothing seemed to occur. I resisted the pressing urge to stroke my hard cock and revel in this feeling and concentrated my mind on reading the filth upon the stone walls around me.

Then a definite footstep at the entrance to the toilets, I froze, my heart stopped and I couldn't even breathe as I strained to hear more. For a moment the silence is total. Had I imagined it? No, because the steps came again, louder, clearer and coming this way. I dared not move and my eyes followed your movements as if I could see through the wooden door and stone walls. Staying stock still on my knees, I couldn't see you pause outside my closed door but I knew you had and at that moment I knew that you had come here to act on my message and I thought for sure that my heartbeat was likely to explode.

But you didn't pause for long, you moved on and I followed the noise of your footsteps past my door and heard the door of the cubicle next to mine squeaking open and shutting and it's bolt sliding home. I took a quick breathe and when I resumed my silent vigil I could hear you unzipping your trousers. Seconds later I could hear what can only be the noise of a penis being slapped against a palm next door. The skin slapping continued for at least half a minute and I could no longer prevent my right hand reaching down and gently stroking my own hard cock. And then you stopped. I trained my ears again, had someone else entered? What were you doing? I could hear a faint scrabbling and scrapping and then a piece of paper was slid under my door ( there was a small centimetre gap at the bottom of our joined wall).

It read:

UNLOCK YOUR DOOR IF YOU MEANT WHAT YOU WROTE ON THE WALL.

So here it was then. The crux of the matter. I guess I could have still get out of this situation, get dressed, sit it out until you left and put it all behind me. Not run the risk of this. Part of me wanted to do that, to go back to my nice family life, nobody any the wiser. It would have been easy. So why is it that I watched as my hands come up off my stiff cock and reached up for the bolt and the noise sounds deafening as I slid it back and open. And waited with baited breath.

In slow motion I could hear the door to the next door cubicle open and watched in growing fear/excitement as the large wooden edifice before me opened slightly and then swung open fully and you stepped in and quickly turned to slide the bolt back into place. You turned to face me and instantly I knew that I would do whatever you asked of me.

Our expressions matched our positions. Me, on my knees, looking weak, expectant and submissive, like a dog desperate to please it's master. You, towering over me, looking impassive as you scanned my kneeling form with a mocking sneer, about ready to enjoy this afternoon. You undid your belt and allowed your trousers to drop and I was suddenly faced with your intimidating, large cock. Wasting no time you stepped forward and I felt the slimy touch of your cock on my lips. It was at once repulsive and intoxicating and my body ruled my mind as my lips separated and you wasted no time in pushing your cock into my mouth.

The taste and smell were new to me but I had little time to dwell on them as you rammed your lengthy tool deeper into my mouth and I felt it scrape along the top of my palate. This is what I wanted, this is what I fantasised about for so long but my mind raced and I could not relax and enjoy it and take everything in as you hurried your cock further down my gullet and I felt your hairy balls bounce on to my chin. I put my hands up to try and take some control of the rate but was somewhat taken aback as you reached down and wrenched my hands away and hissed down at me.

"Keep your hands down, I'm in charge here. You asked for it, now take it!"

Immediately I obeyed and dropped my hands to my sides, my mouth completely at your mercy and you seemed not to have a lot. There was almost a frenzy to your thrusting, you seemed to be in a desperate hurry, I guess the prospect of discovery is the same thrill and concern as it was to me.

Meanwhile, I was trying with all my will to calm down, to relax and enjoy this glorious moment, trying to breath through my nose and allow your thick, slimy cock to slide easily in and out of my mouth and throat. But I was struggling. Your fierce rate was too much for me and part of my mind was switching off, disgusted at what I had allowed myself to do. I could feel your foreskin peel back inside the tight confines of my mouth and I could feel your pubic hair flit through my teeth. Though all of this my cock was harder than I can ever remember it and on a base level I know that this is what my body had been craving for the last twelve years.

And then it all changed, with almost a sneer you looked down on me and carefully reach down and pinch my nose shut between your forefinger and thumb. I started to gag on your cock and couldn't get any oxygen into me and I knew my hands were free and I could bring them up and change this but I didn't I left them hanging submissively by my side. You were in control and I would do whatever you ask of my body and mind. I raised my hazel eyes to meet yours and convey all this in just one simple look, I'm happy to see you smile down at me and continue to fuck my willing face.

All of a sudden you froze. Literally you go from perpetual, hard motion to absolute stillness, with your thick cock still embedded in my mouth I looked up questioningly and you put a finger to your lips telling me to be silent. You released my nostrils and then I heard the footsteps outside our cubicle, they do not pause as yours had, rather they pass onward toward the row of urinals and I listened intently as whoever is out there unzipped their trousers and pisses into the urinal. The threat of discovery has never been higher and I was more turned on than ever, after all it is me who was naked and on my knees with your cock in my mouth. My god, that could have been someone I know out there, a neighbour, a work colleague, a friend, just yards away as I sucked another mans cock.

The taps run at the nearby sink and I heard the man out there whistling, I wondered if he looks at the closed cubicle door and wonders who was in here. We each listened to his footsteps fade then disappear and with an audible exhaling of your breath you resumed the fucking of my virgin mouth. This interruption had only brought you nearer climax and it is a mere few seconds before I felt your cock throb and pulse in my mouth and you reached down to hold my head and mouth over your cock. I would be tasting you today no matter what. But I wanted to taste you and I awaited your load.

It came at once in one long spurt that fired at least four thick loads deep in my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could but also felt nice and nasty as the cum dribbled from your cock's tip and played over my lips and chin, as you finished you club your cock over my cheeks, my chin and mouth and have me suck it over every last drop.

Standing over me you spoke quickly and quietly.

"Good boy. Now if you want more get dressed and I'll be waiting for you outside, we can go back to my place and I'll give you just what you want."

You left me there and I was quiet as you exited, wondering exactly what I would do. All sorts of things flew around my mind, there really could only be one thing you had in mind if I agreed and part of me wanted so badly to do it. But another, saner part of me wanted to end this now. To leave now and be content that I had done what I had dreamed about for so long. That I had experienced the thrills and excitement and lived to tell the tale and not be discovered. Despite the rationality of that argument as I exited the door having dressed myself again, I knew what I would do and knew that it would be to do as you said.

The bright early afternoon hit my eyes as I stepped outside, once more smelling the fresh air that I seemed to have been deprived of for so long. I glanced at my watch and saw that I had only been in there for half an hour. It felt so much longer. Squinting around I looked for movement in the car park and saw a red car approaching and halting level with me. I felt so self conscious as I stood there waiting for the passenger window to descend.

"Get in the back seat and lie face down on the seat, pull the rug up over your head, I don't want you to see where I live."

No turning back now, I clambered into your car and did as I was bid, pulling the heavy rug over me and engulfing me in a musty darkness. I listened to my own heavy heartbeat as you moved off and initially I tried to work out the direction you were taking but after a few stops and turns I was lost and gave up. I was in your hands now, whatever may come.

Sometime later we pulled into a driveway and idled to a halt with in a darkened garage. You got out and I heard the noise of the garage door shutting and I waited a moment for you to open the car door and I lifted my head and clambered out, blinking my eyes, adjusting from the pitch blackness I had been in to this half gloom. I took in my surroundings, the garden tools and implements on the wall as you led me towards to door inset in the garage wall which led into your house. I still had no idea at all where we were. The hall we entered from that door gave no further clue and we headed up the steep flight of carpeted stairs in a nervous silence.

I was second guessing myself now. This was a mistake. I shouldn't have done it. I should make my excuses now and leave. But I didn't, I just followed you up until we reached the landing. My nerves seemed to have transmitted themselves to you and rather than speaking you pointed towards the half open door on the right and I couldn't bring myself not to enter. I stepped into the bright room, which overlooked a leafy garden, I still didn't recognise any landmark and then I heard the clunk of the door closing behind me and your steps towards me.

"Get undressed and then get bent over that bed."

Straight to the point. But I hesitated, still not sure if I could really go through with this, even after all I have done. Yet I knew, deep down this is what I wanted. Still I was too slow for you.

"Come on, you know you want it. Just a few minutes ago you were buck naked on your knees in a public toilet begging to suck the cock of me or anyone else who came along. So why so shy now, eh? Just and oral tease are you? Or are you man enough to take it round here."

You reached behind me and groped my ass as you said this. It made my mind up and I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my jumper and shirt and pulled them both up and over my head, leaving me bare chested - I am committed to this. Your rough hands played over my hairy chest and centre on my hard nipples, you pinched and played with them as my hands fumbled at my belt and zip and I let my trousers drop to my ankles. My socks last no longer and as quickly as that I was reaching for the belt of my shorts. You stopped me and hooked your own hands in there and I shivered in anticipation as you slid my underpants off and I stood before you, naked. I was aware that my cock was rock hard and pointing towards you and this is all the encouragement you needed and you wrapped your hand around my cock and pumped it backwards and forwards a few times before leading my by it over to the bed. I sat on it, looking up at you.

"Release my cock. You've never taken it in the ass have you boy? Didn't think so."

I reached forward and once more loosened your belt before pulling out your stiffening member into my hand. This time there was no rush, no intense hurry, no risk of discovery. I took the time to stroke and study your thick cock. I was amazed that I had taken it in my mouth and found myself growing even harder at the thought. I strained my neck forward to lick it instinctively but with just one lick you pushed my forehead back and spoke.

"No, we've done that, roll over and lift your ass up and spread those ass cheeks as wide as you can."

Obediently I turned over and buried my face into the musky smelling mattress and reached both my hands behind me, stretching my fingertips over my soft ass then pulling the cheeks apart. I couldn't believe what I was doing, I felt so exposed, so open.

"Hold them like that, I'll give you a little lube."

I sensed you crouch down behind me and spit into my spread asshole, feeling sensations I had never experienced before as you spat again and I felt your phlegm wetly drip from me. I can't believe how magnified each touch and movement is when I'm like this and I feel a sexual rush surge through my ***********. I tensed myself in preparation of you penetrating me and I felt you enter me but I quickly realised that it is not your magnificent penis that has invaded me but, the hardness tells me that it is a finger probing inside my virgin ass. God, even that is tight, how could I possibly handle your thick cock?

With spit and finger(s) you worked my ass for five minutes, all the time slowly working your erection with your free hand so that the helmet of your cock is dripping with pre-cum. Then with no word of warning you stood up and drove your cock inside me. It was so tight back there and I grimaced and then squealed in pain and shock to begin with before taking the majority of your length and finding that I could, just, accept you.

I've pleased you I can tell, by taking it all, and as I lay face down on your bed my mind gave a thought to my pretty young wife. I was cheating on her I knew. I will attempt to justify this to myself by saying it was something I had to get out of my system, something I had to do. But was adultery, it was cheating and for that I felt shame but the sheer adrenaline surge of pleasure is enough for just now to forget that. You woke me from my thoughts by reaching forward, grabbing my hair and yanking it back as you thrust deeper inside me.

"Yeah, that's it, take it all. You're my bitch today ain't you? Ain't you?"

I nodded and attempted to answer in the affirmative but at that moment I felt your body tense up and you take a firm hold of me around the waist as you gave a couple of final thrusts and fire a sticky load of your cum deep in my bowels. You gave me no chance to recover from this, turning me over and clambering atop the bed yourself, your dirty dick hovering over my face, your knees either side of my head. I knew what to do, with no prompting I opened my mouth and took your spent member in my mouth and lick and suck it clean.

I was still as hard as ever and to deal with that you pulled me to the floor on my back and lifted my ankles up high and bend me over on myself like a jack knife. With you supporting me I looked up and was looking straight down the barrel of my own hard cock.

"Come on lick it bitch!"

I strained my head up, desperate to achieve that but with tongue extended I could manage only the briefest of licks but all the time you were working my cock roughly and as I lay under it with mouth and eyes wide opened I shot the biggest load of cum I have fired in my life all over my face, spilling into my mouth.

After all that, of course, things were nervous and tense and I just wanted out of there and I thought you did to. You insisted we return to the car park the same way we had arrived, with me buried in the rug. The last I saw of you was your car speeding away form the car park as I stood dazed and confused outside the public toilets. What did this all mean? How would today change me and my life? What would I do? Would I every see you again/ And did I really want to?

As I contemplated all these things and more I walked distractedly around the car park and finding myself at the toilets again I studied their entrance to see a guy enter them in a low brimmed hat and overcoat, very furtively.

I could not stop myself following him inside. This was a hell of a day...

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Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor
This is a true story of my beautiful wife's affair with our disgusting, elderly neighbor. It has been well over four years now but their appetite hasn't worn off. The story has been dramatized to make it presentable to the reader. The majority of the story and the acts involved are true but could be slightly exaggerated to provide reading pleasure.

The story has been written is a narration of past events and is written from a husband's perspective. A little bit of background first: We come from an upper class Sindhi family. I am 30 years old and my wife is 23; we have been married for 4 years now and have a wonderful one-year old ***. We own a luxurious bungalow in a plush locality. I look after our family business that I inherited from my parents and have to commute to couple of cities on a monthly basis. My wife, Manisha, looks after our *** and house.

Ours is an arranged marriage. Manisha was a coy 19-year female when we got married. As the name suggests she is very desirable woman and the kind of woman men simply lust for. It was her fabulous looks that attracted me. She is gifted with an extremely fair and flawless complexion and could easily pass of as a foreigner if it had not been for her frame. She stands 5' 7", much taller as per Indian standards but true to her Punjabi origins has wholesome body that has only become ripe over the past 4 years. Even after giving birth to our *** she has maintained her figure; if at all her bust line has increased by a few inches.

Over the years, we have genuinely fallen in love with each other. The freedom of having a nuclear family has been truly a boon for us. We both could devote time to each other, rather than to each other's families.

As our love matured and we became more comfortable with each other, our sex life became more and more adventurous. Both of us were virgins before we got married. By the end of the first year of our marriage, we were done experimenting with a lot of different positions for sex and had started discussing each other's wild fantasies. Initially, we only exchanged our tame fantasies but as time passed we moved on to our raunchier ones.

Surprisingly, both our fantasies where about swapping partners with other couple. This is a taboo in our society and hence added the thrill to our sex life. Initially, we fantasized about having sex with an unknown couple but it didn't work for us, not for long. Both of us couldn't associate with imaginary characters and longed for reality. So, we substituted the imaginary couple with a real couple, whom we new.

This worked wonderfully and both of us immensely enjoyed the sessions. As the days passed, I realized that I enjoyed having Manisha fucked by someone else. So, very soon, it was the usual theme of me imper***ating as some other husband humping Manisha. Over a period of time we even got unmarried guys humping Manisha in our fantasies. We both enjoyed the fantasies and Manisha was content having them as fantasies. I wanted to live our fantasy, however. I wanted to see my wife taken by some other guy.

After birth of our first ***, Tushar, I brought up the idea about enacting our fantasy. I made it clear to her that I was more interested in watching her boned by someone else rather than me experimenting with some new pussy. She, however, was unsure of even considering the idea. Her primary concerns were our family prestige and our relationship. I didn't know how to convince her but pestered her on every possible opportunity.

Around this time, I started exploring this concept of sharing your wife on internet and found quite a few interesting hot wife websites. In an effort to convince her, I shared some of the stories I read on these sites with Manisha. She was very surprised to find real life couples talking about their escapades in such gory details. The websites gave Manisha more confidence and we started enacting one of the stories every weekend or whenever we had leisure time.

We also watched some movies with hot wife themes on every opportunity we got. It was clear that she enjoyed the idea but was unsure of acting it out in reality.

Last month, I again brought up this topic while fucking her. Unlike other times, however, she immediately agreed. I came inside her immediately as soon as I heard her acceptance. She had a few conditions, though.

"Vinit, you have been pursuing this for almost a year now, I think, you really want this to happen, right?" she said

"Yes. I desperately want this to happen dear," I eagerly replied

"Even I am warming up to the idea. I would like somebody to keep me warm on the nights you are away."

"I hope this is only about me sampling with someone else in the bedroom and not you," she said looking into my eyes.

"Of course honey. I have no interest in any other woman. I just want you to have the best in the world," I found myself replying to her without even blinking.

"If this has to start Vinit then it would be on my terms," said Manisha in a concerned tone.

"Sure!" I replied in an emphatic yet casual tone indicating that I am game for it.

"I am not interested in just one night stand but rather a prolonged affair." She seemed to get bolder hearing my eager response.

"Even I would like it to be an ongoing affair rather than a one-off instance," I said

"And I would be the one to make decisions on this henceforth," Manisha said excitingly.

"Whatever you say," I replied without hesitating.

"I will be deciding who I should have an affair with and to what extent I should take the affair and when," she elaborated further leaving no doubts. I of course was clear on what she had in mind. She would now willingly sample other men in our bedroom.

"Whoever you choose honey please ensure that both of you are discreet about the affair," I voiced my only concern.

"Understand," she said and continued, "Give me some time to think and identify a potential mate for me"

I was surprised with her terminology. She used the word 'mate' to describe her would-be lover. Hinting perhaps that the new relationship would be founded on sex rather than love as it is with me. I was glad that Manisha was getting whole-heartedly involved in this.

Guessing that she would mostly consider the ones about whom we have already fantasized I volunteered, "If you need my help let me know. I can recommend a few potential ones who would fit the bill."

"Thanks for the help Vinit but I would like this to be purely my decision. I hope you don't mind that," she said in a matter of fact manner.

"I would like to thoroughly consider all aspects of it before I make up my decision," she said lost in thought. Probably evaluating the parameters she would apply to evaluate her potential 'mate.'

"Vinit for next few weeks, I would like to socialize a bit more with men in our circle to evaluate if they are suitable," she said looking at me "And I hope that you would give me a chance to mingle with them a bit more freely for this purpose."

"Sure honey. Just make sure that not everybody in our circle gets the idea!" I said in a cautious tone. "We don't want to create any scandal here," I added.

"While at parties or outside, I would like to spend some time alone with these men in order to choose my potential mate."

Again, she was clarifying, leaving nothing to my imagination. It seemed that she wanted to consider this very carefully and take the next step only after proper evaluation.

"How long are you going to take to choose your mate?" I asked inquisitively trying to get an idea about the timeframe she was planning on. The question had put her to think, perhaps, she had not given thought to that aspect.

"I haven't thought about it. I want to choose suitable partner for this new relationship. As it is not a one-night stand but rather an ongoing affair."

"But still you must have some idea bout the timelines?" I was pushing a bit now.

"Hmm... At least about a month or two," she said

"I need quite a few opportunities to meet my potential mates," she said justifying the need for such a long duration.

I was under the impression that she had almost short-listed a few candidates and only needed to take the final decision.

"So, you do have a few candidates in mind, right?" I found myself asking.

"I do have a few but I still would like to make an informed decision"

"Then why such a long time?" I immediately asked her. "May I know who all are on the list," I asked her without giving a chance to reply.

"No!" she sad emphatically, "I will let you know when the time comes."

"But what is the harm in sharing it now?" I pleaded

Manisha replied with a lovely smile of hers. Playfully indicating that she would not share it with me even if I bothered her any further.

"Have you started your evaluation process with these listed candidates?" I asked her in an effort to get more details.

"You are incorrigible!"

"Okay. At least share how many are already in the list?"

I was pleading like a small kid now. Manisha knows that I am curious about everything and naturally about this I wouldn't let it go that easily.

"There are two candidates on the list right now."

Finally, she was talking now.

"Both the candidates have been pursuing me now for quite some time."

"One of them has been doing so for years now," she added.

"Years?" I was surprised to hear this.

"I like them but I would like to consider others too before I make up my mind."

She had shared enough with me and I now knew that she wouldn't divulge any further information. In any case, she had given me food for thought. I was sure to be spending next few weeks finding out who the two men were.

Manisha and I socialized fairly often, as we didn't have any immediate family members both from her side as well as my side. Most of the people we interacted were our family friends or some business acquaintances; we didn't have any close relatives who stayed in our area. Also, the social gatherings happened mostly at the club we visited regularly.

I knew quite a few people who would be more than willing to get into her pants and was wondering if they had made any pass on her. Anyway, I didn't have to wait long. One of our family friends had invited us for a wedding reception in our club the following weekend. This was a chance for Manisha to pick up her prospective mate.

At the party I purposely gave Manisha lot of time to mingle with male guests. She bid her time equally among women and men, ensuring that she got to talk to the men when they weren't around their wives. I was desperate to see something happen but nothing materialized that day. She did spend some time alone with a few men; with a few of them she took long walks along the lawn and the jogging track. But nothing much happened that night. It was more of casual talk and it seemed the men were just spending time with an interesting person rather than getting *****.

Several such parties passed by and nothing significant had happened. I probed Manisha after every such party but she had not yet made up her mind. I tried to frame in mind who all she had spend more time with and with whom she seemed to be very comfortable. I could at least identify two men with whom she seemed to be fairly comfortable.

There was this new chap who had recently moved to our neighborhood, about 3 months back. He was in a way competitor to me as we both were in the same business. Hence Manisha's attraction towards him irritated me. He was much older to me, almost nearing 40s but had kept him in shape. I found Manisha spending quite sometime with Amirchanji quite sometime.

I had interacted with Amirchanji on a few occasions and he seemed to be a confident man, pretty knowledgeable in his business. More importantly he seemed to be getting well with women. He had two teenage sons yet that didn't show on his face, as he looked fairly young.

Another person with whom Manisha spent quite some time was our elderly neighbor Kishanchanji. Kishanchanji is our 45-year-old widower neighbor. He has had two ********* from his marriage. His wife passed away about 10 years ago and ever since then he has been a perpetual lecher. He had been ogling at Manisha since the day she stepped in my life.

While it was natural for Manisha to be comfortable with Kishanchanji, I thought she had better utilized her time with some other stud that was her age and would be a suitable partner for her. It was not only Kishanchanji's age but also his demeanor that bothered me. He is known to be an arrogant and selfish man and has tried to humiliate me in front of Manisha on more than one occasion. He is well known womanizer in our circle. Yet people tolerate him due to his excellent sense of humor and extraordinary success in business.

On the physical side he is not attractive as Amirchanji is. He is pitch black, slightly plump and stands only 5' 4". My hope was that Manisha was just being courteous when she spent time with Kishanchanji and was not evaluating him as a prospective mate. Actually, he is so despicable that it was wrong for me to even entertain such a thought. Kishanchanji and we share a common interest and that is Cricket. We are avid Cricket followers and don't miss any match. We watch matches together many a times.

Three months had passed since the day she agreed to look for a new lover. And still there was no sign of her decision and hence I thought of brining this up tonight. Also, thought of broaching up the topic of her spending more time with Amirchanji and Kishanchanji. So on the dining table night I asked her

"Honey have you made any progress on your decision yet?"

"Ha?" It seemed I had caught her off guard.

"Hmm... not yet but I am getting close," she said after thinking for a moment.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well it has been quite some time now so thought of asking."

"Do you mind talking about it?" I asked hesitantly

"What do you want to talk in particular?"

"Well just wanted to know how it has gone till now? Who all you have short listed etc?"

"I can't share with you the short listed candidates, yet"

"Okay..."

I had lost for words now, as she was not willing to continue the conversation on this topic. After some more thought I thought of directly broaching the topic of her spending more time with Amirchanji and Kishanchanji.

"Well, I have been observing with whom you are spending more time with during our social gatherings," I said looking into her eyes to judge her reaction. She very confidently asked, "Who?"

I quickly grabbed the opening she gave me and said, "I have been noticing that you spend quite some time with either Amirchanji or Kishanchanji"

"And?"

Her boldness had stunned me. In sincerest tone I said, "I hope you are not considering them as your potential mates."

"Why not?"

"We hardly know Amirchanji and it would not be wise to get him involved in this," I quickly retorted.

"Hmm... and what's wrong with Kishanchanji?" "How can you even consider somebody like Kishanchanji as a potential mate?"

"Why what's wrong with him?"

"For God sake, he is old enough to be your ****** Manisha."

"So?"

"He is so ugly!"

"That is a good reason for you not to be jealous. Don't you think?"

"But?"

"The way I look at it he could be a very good bed mate for me."

"How?"

"For one, he is crazy about me. So getting him into bed with me would hardly take any time."

"That is true about any man. I am sure any man from our social circle wouldn't let such a chance slip by," I quickly retorted to. I saw her stealing a smile as I said this.

"He is our neighbor, so the proximity would help me in continuing the affair discreetly."

I had to agree with this point. We had a side-door that directly connected our bungalows. It was much easier to sneak in through that door without getting noticed.

"Moreover, we can trust him. He wouldn't risk getting exposed, much less losing a chance to ***** with someone like me," she said.

It looked like she had thought over very carefully.

"And lastly, he can give me 100% because he is a widower. There is no complication on his part," she continued.

"Look you might have numerous reasons why he is the right person but I don't want you to have any such relationship with him," I said in an angry tone frustrated with the thought of my wife spending nights with such a disgusting man.

"Hello?" she interrupted me. "Do you remember I was the person to make decisions in this regard and not you?"

"I urge you not to get involved with him," I pleaded.

"Please grow up, Vinit," she said in an irritated tone.

"Promise me that you wont interfere in these matters. Otherwise, I would have to call this off completely," she said looking into my eyes for an answer. My silence gave an emphatic answer. I was so desperate to see her in the arms of another man that it didn't matter even if that other man would be our obnoxious neighbor.

"I haven't yet made up my mind and need more time on this," she said finally and that was the end of our discussion on that topic.

I would have gladly accepted if she had chosen Amirchanji over Kishanchanji even if that had meant sharing my wife with my business rival. Only recently I started realizing how much of a threat he could be to our well-established business. Perhaps, in the lure of my wife Manisha his attention might get diverted from his business and I might be able to gain some lost territory.

Her decision was yet to come. Anyway, I didn't have to wait long for her decision as the very next social gathering we attended I came to know whom she selected to mate with. That Saturday evening we were celebrating a recent promotion of a close friend of ours to a Vice President position. It was mostly a business meeting with our spouses tagging along.

That evening Manisha's attire was stunning. She wore a beautiful black colored transparent saree, with a matching colored sleeveless blouse. The blouse showed a hint of cleavage and lot of back, just enough to entice any man. She made it a point to wear her saree well below her navel to show her voluptuous waist.

Amirchanji didn't make it for that party but Kishanchanji didn't want to loose an opportunity of spending some time with Manisha. He monopolized Manisha most of the night, which infuriated me to an extent that I got *****. I avoid *****, as I can't handle it. Just 2 pegs get me *****. That evening I had gulped 4 pegs and was quite inebriated. It was funny to note Manisha towering over Kishanchanji on the jogging track where they were wiling away their time. Kishanchanji was three inches shorter than Manisha and Manisha's slightly slender figure compared to Kishanchanji's stock figure made her look even taller.

I had passed off when it was time to go home. Kishanchanji volunteered to take us home that night. I was almost a***** when they slid me into the back seat of our car. The club was about 20 minutes away from our house and in no time we were home. Kishanchanji helped me to our bedroom upstairs and left. Or so I thought.

When I woke up it was around 2:40 am in the night and Manisha wasn't in bed next to me. Surprised to find her missing I got up from bed to check on her. Very carefully opening the door I peeped into our living room downstairs. There was light from the kitchen and I heard some voices. It seemed Kishanchanji and Manisha were in the kitchen talking. Perhaps Manisha was making coffee for Kishanchanji and herself. In no time I saw Manisha leaning against the Kitchen door with a coffee mug in her hand. Kishanchanji was standing opposite to her.

Manisha had changed and was wearing her sexiest night suit. It was not the skimpiest; she had many that exposed lot more than what they hide. This one was slightly conservative, yet one that revealed the right amount of skin. I had presented this night suit to her on our first anniversary. It was a bright red colored two-piece suit that adorned her flawless skin beautifully. At the time, I bought her this she was a bit small in size but now after Tushar's birth her breasts stood out magnificently.

"So you actually have cheated on your wife?" asked my wife

"Several times," replied Kishanchanji

"Are you proud of it?"

"Of course! Why shouldn't I? I was able to attract quite a few women and was able to satisfy their hunger as well," he retorted.

"What exactly do you get by bedding other women? Weren't you happy having sex with your wife?" Manisha asked curiously

"I very much liked sex with my wife but that is besides the point."

"I have a need for variety. There are so many incredibly beautiful women in this world. How could I restrict myself to just one?"

That was a typical man's response. I would in her position perhaps say the same thing.

"So you need to go on a rampage having one night stand with every woman you meet?"

"No! That is not my philosophy. I don't believe in one-night stands. I would like to savor the woman; have an ongoing relationship with her for at least couple of months, if not years."

"And that means I have to be selective!"

"Don't tell me! You cheated on your wife more than once and for more than a few years?" asked Manisha in a shocked tone

"Yes Manisha! But that doesn't mean that I ignored her."

"Which single girl would possibly want to have such a relationship with a married man? Wouldn't they want to court a single guy instead?"

"You may be right. But I am talking about married women."

"Married women?"

"Yes Married women my dear Manisha. They are the best bet. It is easy to have a long-term relationship without getting discovered and without any consequences. Also, they are more willing to experiment because most of them are bored with their sex lives"

"I don't understand. Why would married women indulge in extra-marital relationships? If they are caught then it is an end to their marriage."

"Lets think objectively. By objectively I mean, you arrive at a conclusion by keeping aside your feelings and societal compulsions."

Kishanchanji showed tact in his handling. He was able to engage Manisha in a very good conversation. Perhaps Manisha was helping him a bit but still it was clear that he was expert at handling women.

"Between Male and Female, who do you think is stronger class sexually?"

"Means?"

"I mean who has more power in the sex department? Who can last long?"

"Obviously Women!"

"Great! Then why restrict sex with only one person? When you are capable of having more than one copulation in a day?"

"I see."

"What is in it for a man? Why would he want to chase other married women?"

"Men are hardwired for it. They want to perpetuate their genes as much as they can. So the more women they mate with, the more likely they will be able to perpetuate their genes"

"So are you still trying to perpetuate your genes?" Manisha asked in a mocking tone.

"No. If you mean to ask if I am still having an affair with someone?"

"Why? Are you over the hump, already?"

"No. Just that my priorities had changed. I got sucked into bringing up my kids after my wife's death and taking care of the business. So didn't get an opportunity in a while now."

"What about yourself, he asked?"

"No. I have never been unfaithful to Vinit. Didn't feel a need for it."

"How often do you have sex?" he asked her inquisitively.

Giving a weird look she replied "about 3-4 times a week."

"That's it?" he exclaimed

"Why? What happened?"

"A beauty like you deserves a lot more!"

"Like what?"

"Sex at least every night; perhaps more than once a day. I can't believe Vinit could ignore you like that"

"It is not his fault. He is away 2 or 3 days on a weekly basis, so we really don't have that much time," she said in an attempt to defend me.

"Are you happy with this frequency?"

"What do you mean?"

"Would you like to do it more often?"

"I never thought about it"

"You should give it a thought. An attractive woman like you should not waste her youth."

"You have probably committed a mistake by having a ***** too early in your life. I think you two should have enjoyed your life before getting into the family way."

"Perhaps it is good that you already have a kid. You can now experiment more freely," Kishanchanji added.

"I haven't thought about it. I don't like the idea about cheating on Vinit."

Saying this she moved to our living room and Kishanchanji followed suit. Our living room was next to our kitchen and it was shielded from our bedroom and stairs. There was only a small portion of our love seat that was visible if one crouched down next to stairs. One could view the love seat through the kitchen door and the kitchen window. The vaulted ceilings in the living room reverberated the sound, which still helped me hear them clearly. I was hoping that they occupied the love seat otherwise I could not watch the action any further. Luckily both of them sat in the love seat, fairly close to each other. It was a smart move on Manisha's part to move to the love seat where they would be more comfortable and Kishanchanji could sit a lot more close to her without being conspicuous.

"You would only be doing him a favor by looking for sex outside your marriage. He could concentrate on his business and Tushar," Kishanchanji clarified as he sat down next to her.

"Stop kidding!" she said in a playful tone as she slapped his thigh, which was perilously close to her.

"I am serious. Beautiful women like you are not at all meant to be monogamous; they essentially are meant to be polygamous!"

He further explained, "Because no single person has the right to own what nature has bestowed on you. Beautiful women like you are meant to be bred."

"Pardon my language but I am just expressing my feelings," he apologized.

"Are you suggesting that I start ******** with every guy I meet?"

"No, All I am suggesting is to add some spice to your life"

"And for that you need to start ******** with some selective individuals. The ones with whom you could have a prolonged affair without being discovered," he elaborated

"Hmm..." Her lips parted as she was perhaps visualizing herself in bed with Kishanchanji.

"I am willing to offer my services!" Kishanchanji brought her out of her reverie as he said this.

"What?" She almost screamed. I was surprised at her response initially. Wondered if she was having doubts about going through with this. Kishanchanji, however, handled it very calmly.

"I am willing to offer my services. It has been quite some time since I had a women and I think you are perfect to begin with, again"

"Aren't you ashamed of proposing something like this to somebody who is young enough to be your ********?"

"Not really! Firstly, you are not my ********. Secondly, it would be a symbiotic relationship"

"How is it a symbiotic relationship?" she quickly retorted and added, "If I am as beautiful as you say then why should I have an affair with someone like you? I can choose a younger person, somebody of my age and someone who is better looking."

"Oh, I understand you mean tall dark and handsome, right?"

"Yes!"

"I definitely meet one criteria: the dark one," he said and broke into a laughter. His white teeth stood out in stark contrast to his dark lips.

"Remember Manisha, you are planning to have sex with this person and not marry him or parade him in front of society"

"So what are you trying to say?"

"You should look for things that will make sex pleasurable with this person and that's it"

"So?"

"All I am saying is that you haven't sampled me yet."

"Ha"

"Ok let's start with a kiss. Find out for yourself, if you like my kiss or not?"

"No way! My husband is ******** upstairs and I don't even want to imagine doing something like that with you"

"What's the harm in a kiss? Just give it a try"

"NO!"

"I don't find you attractive at all! Pardon me for being so rude but that is the truth."

"I can understand that very well. But don't you think that is good enough a reason to engage in an illicit relationship with me?"

I never thought of it so far but perhaps he was true. It was the images of my beautiful wife getting screwed by disgusting Kishanchanji that made me lust for the moment when this would happen.

"What?" she asked in a confused tone.

"Let me explain. You are fair and beautiful; your husband is fair and good-looking. So, you have felt how sex feels with a good-looking per***. Most people in their ordinary lives only think about this aspect and ignore the other aspect."

"Have you ever given a thought of submitting sexually to the most despicable looking man? Don't you think it would be very much different from numerous other encounters you might have with good-looking men?"

"Go on. I am listening," Manisha said encouraging him.

"Right now you are having sex with one of your own breed: fair and good looking ones. To get a real taste of sex you need to bed as many as possible and as many different kinds as possible.

"As I said earlier, men are hardwired to screw as many women as possible. Similarly, women are also hardwired to have sex with more than one partner. They also want to ensure that they conceive from more than one person to ensure that their offspring gets the best of everything.

"Now look at you. You have conceived a kid from Vinit already. If you conceive the second one from him then both would have same set of genes. Which means both can suffer from the same diseases. But if you had conceived the second from somebody else then your chances of having healthy ******** would improve.

"There is no point putting all your eggs in one basket!

"That way there would be no diversity amongst your ********. They would all be same genetically."

"So, you are suggesting that conceiving from you would add to genetic diversity of my ********," said Manisha explicitly clarifying what he was implying.

"Definitely!" Kishanchanji said emphatically

"But then how would I explain the physical differences; especially the stark contrast in the complexions?" she asked thoughtfully.

"Look at both of my *********. They are beautiful just that they are a bit on the darker side. They did manage to get some of their ******* features. You are much more beautiful. So, my ******** from you would be much more beautiful and even on the fairer side," he explained.

"Where did you get all these ideas?"

"I read a lot!"

"Have you ever tried to add genetic diversity to other women offspring's?" There was slight smile on her face as she asked it. She was getting into it now.

"Oh yes. I have two ******** from illicit affairs. One was with our servant woman; her husband was impotent, so I helped her conceive and another one in the family. You have already met my second ***. The guy who came last summer to our place."

Manisha gave a thought to recollect whom Kishanchanji was referring to and then said "Oh that one!"

"Yes. He is a byproduct of an illicit relationship with one of my relatives wife"

"So does that convince you?"

"NO!"

"Come on! I deserve a kiss after all this. I have been pursuing you for quite some time now."

This was the moment of decision for her. Will she finally bite the bullet? Will she submit to Kishanchanji's advances? Will she let the lecher suck nectar from her lips? She was pondering over Kishanchanji's demand, all the while staring at the carpet avoiding contact with his eyes.

Sensing an opportunity, Kishanchanji moved closer to Manisha. He was now just a few inches from her. Manisha was still lost in thought while this happened. Surprised by the sudden proximity to him, she pulled backwards but Kishanchanji already had his one hand encircling her and pulling her in.

Manisha didn't resist but neither did she move towards him. She was almost in his arms but was leaning back on the sofa a bit. Her eyes lightly shut, her breathing a bit labored betraying her pretension of being in control.

It was clear that Kishanchanji had to take the lead. He didn't move in haste, though. He took his time admiring her beauty from close quarters, his hand gently stroking her face and her hair, feeling lovely texture of her face and hair. Manisha let out a gasp as his fingers rolled over her lips. His thick black thumb was massaging her pink lips that were slightly parted.

The prelude to foreplay went on for almost five minutes. All the time Manisha was comfortably leaning back on the sofa with her eyes shut enjoying the sensations erupting in her body. It was not long before guilt overtook her, however. And she abruptly got up and tried to move away. Kishanchanji managed to grab her hand and pulled her back on the sofa in no time, though. There was deaf silence in the room.

Manisha was very tense and stiff now. She was sitting upright with her breasts jutting out. The silky top clung to her breasts and in fact dropped into her cleavage to outline her marvelous breasts. Kishanchanji started to massage her back very lightly to ease her. Not long after that he tried to pull her in for a kiss. Manisha turned her torso towards him but didn't seem quite willing to offer a kiss.

Kishanchanji tried to kiss her but she turned her face and offered her cheek instead. He showered her face with tiny kisses moving towards her neck gradually. Very soon he was nuzzling her neck, a very sensitive zone for Manisha. And then he tongued her earlobes the most erogenous zone of her body; he ran his tongue over the contours of her earlobe before driving his tongue through her aural cavity.

His small kisses were working Manisha up and she started to respond. Her hands that were lying next to her now moved up to encircle Kishanchanji and were lovingly holding him, while he was petting her. This didn't last for long. Soon, Kishanchanji moved up to kiss her mouth. Surprised with the sudden move, again, Manisha pulled back but only for a second and then willingly perked up her lips for Kishanchanji.

Kishanchanji's dark lips finally rested on her lips. It was one of the hottest moments of my life. To see her pink lips stacked up against his dark lips. Kishanchanji played with her lips by blowing small kisses. Manisha was sucked in the scene and didn't care to respond. Kishanchanji's kisses gradually became wet as his lips parted and his tongue played with her taut lips. She finally relented to his invading tongue and parted her slimy lips that were wet with Kishanchanji's saliva. They were locked in a passionate kiss now.

Kishanchanji's hands were freely roaming on her body. I could see him massaging her boobs and playing with them while he was kissing her. Manisha was completely in it now and was kissing him back with passion. Their tongues were dancing around each other swapping saliva.

Next Kishanchanji grabbed her hand and put it on top of his erection. She ran her hand over his erection a few times before pulling from the kiss. She looked down to perhaps admire the length of his manhood. I could see a sense of pleasant surprise on her face. She gave his dick a gentle squeeze and with a smile playing on her lips leaned in to give him full mouth kiss again.

This was another passionate kiss they shared this night. Kishanchanji was comfortably exploring her body now and I could see him play with her boobs a lot more. He managed to knead her nipples between his thumb and middle finger. Manisha could only moan into his mouth as he very adroitly massaged her breasts.

The foreplay was getting more and more intimate now. I could see Kishanchanji's hands caressing my wife's beautiful waist under her shirt. She held his hands as they were trying to sneak under shirt towards her breasts. She pulled back when things were getting heated up beyond her control.

She sneaked a peek towards the stairs to see if anybody was watching. I lay low on the stairs to avoid getting noticed; it was dark near the staircase and hence I was confident of not getting noticed. I wondered went through her mind at that time.

Was she worried about how fast things were moving? Was she having second thoughts? While these thoughts were going through my mind, I noticed that Manisha got up from her seat and moved into kitchen to have a glass of water. She was standing at the sink when Kishanchanji moved behind her pulling her into him and grinding his dick into her ass.

Manisha leaned back against him with her head resting on his shoulder as Kishanchanji's hands moved under her shirt and covered her splendid boobs. He was squeezing her tits very hard now. Not able to stand the pressure she turned around to kiss him fervently. This time the kiss didn't last forever but it was still very passionate.

"We got to stop now. Vinit might wake up," she breathlessly whispered to him pulling away from him. Her lips only inches away from his, glistening with their exchanged saliva. Kishanchanji was still glued to her body grinding his groin into hers. "Don't worry he must be fast asleep," saying that he latched onto her lips again.

"NO..." she said pushing him away and added "he might wake up for India-Australia match."

"But there is still an hour for that," Kishanchanji pleaded

"Why don't you check on him? We could do it if he is still asleep," he suggested

Manisha relented and came upstairs to check on me. I had already moved into bed pretending to be fast asleep. She sneaked into the bed tiptoed into the bedroom to check on me. She made an attempt to switch on the lights and wake me up. Finding me fast asleep she walked out of the bedroom closing the door behind her.

I waited for couple of minutes before moving out of the bedroom. I very carefully opened the bedroom door and peeped out to see if they were in the opposite room on first floor. Not finding them there, I peeped down to see if they were in the kitchen. I couldn't find them even there. They weren't in the living room either, at least not at the earlier position. I was clueless now. Did they move to the dining room?

I descended only a few steps to check the dining room that was next to the kitchen below our master bedroom. But then I found them in the kitchen standing the other side of the sink; that place was well concealed from the staircase. One would have to come half way down the staircase to view them. It was a much riskier position for me, as I didn't have much scope of moving away if Manisha or Kishanchanji walked towards the kitchen window that faced the stairway.

It was Kishanchanji who was leaning against the kitchen platform now, while Manisha leaned into his arms, passionately smooching him. With Kishanchanji couple of inches shorter than her she was towering over him. Kishanchanji was grinding into her as they kissed. I am sure she could feel his erection through his not so thick pajamas. Kishanchanji's hands had moved from her back to her but and were gently kneading them, occasionally pulling them into his groin.

Breaking the kiss Kishanchanji said, "I love your breath," to her and added further, "they have traces of a woman in heat." Responding to him with a smile she again moved in to kiss him. The kiss didn't last for long as Kishanchanji moved towards her neck first and then towards her breasts. He had already managed to unbutton her top and her cleavage must have been amply visible to him. She was wearing a bra but that didn't completely hide her superb breasts.

Kishanchanji showered her breasts with his kisses as his hands slowly worked underneath her top. Within no time he unhooked her bra and exposed her breasts. He took a step back to admire her breasts. She still was wearing the top and bra but most of the clothing were out of the way. As I had mentioned earlier Manisha is extremely fair and could easily pass as a Caucasian and that is even so when she undresses. Unlike other fair Indian women, who have darker areoles and cunt lips, Manisha has pinkish areoles and cunt lips.

Kishanchanji latched onto her breasts but he had to go slow as Manisha was still nursing Tushar. Not many like the taste of milk and I definitely had an aversion to it. But it seemed Kishanchanji didn't have any such problem. He was very comfortable in handling breasts of a woman who is nursing a baby. He played around her areoles for some time or so I guessed, as things were not that clear from where I was. But it was clear from the way Manisha gasped that Kishanchanji had latched onto her nipples now. Nipples are another of her erogenous zone – she loves it when I play with her nipples.

Manisha was on wobbly feet as Kishanchanji worked on her nipples. She was supporting herself on his shoulders as her hands lovingly tugged at his hair. Kishanchanji was really working on her nipples as Manisha was moaning now. The sounds she made were almost similar to the sounds she makes when she is about to cum. Not able to take Kishanchanji's onslaught she pulled him for a passionate kiss. She took the lead in this kiss as she devoured his mouth, probing it with her tongue. Kishanchanji in no time had his hands into her pants and was squeezing her wholesome butt.

It was time for Kishanchanji to take the next step. He moved one of his hands from her butt to her crotch and starting massaging her groin area. Manisha responded to his manipulations by grinding into him. I guess he was using his fingers to massage her cunt lips over her panties. They were playing it very dangerously now, as it was just a matter of minutes before they have to get into the final act. Manisha was the first one to realize how close they were to getting caught.

"Kishanchanji we are taking too many chances," she whispered to him breaking her kiss.

"Come on let's move into the spare bedroom," Kishanchanji said to her letting her know his intentions of screwing her.

"No, we could get caught if Vinit wakes up," she reasoned

"I can't take it anymore," he urged. "I have to have you."

"We have to do it some other time. Not now," she quickly replied.

"Okay why don't you play with my dick then?"

Hearing that Manisha moved her hand inside his pajamas and massaged his prick. She probably wanted to check his equipment before they parted their ways for tonight. Kishanchanji motioned her to kneel in front of him and check his equipment in a more comfortable position. In a trance she kneeled down in front of him and was staring at his bulge hidden under his pajamas. From my vantage point it did look sizeable and judging from her earlier reactions every time she handled his equipment it had to be of decent size.

She still didn't have the courage to unleash his manhood. Kishanchanji was toying with her silky brown hair, urging her to take the next step. She hesitated but taking a deep breath and stealing a glance towards the staircase moved her hands onto his bulge. She gave it a gentle squeeze before moving her hands towards his waistband. Without much ado she pulled down his pajamas to reveal Kishanchanji's boxer shorts.

I could now see it in even more detail. Now that his equipment was hidden only by a thin piece of underwear. I was eager to see if her mate would be well endowed as they have always been in my fantasies. I didn't have to wait for long. Manisha pulled down his underwear in an effort to unearth Kishanchanji's equipment. But being sizeable equipment she had pull it out of the hiding by her hand.

It was definitely something to marvel about. It was the darkest thing I had ever seen and was almost twice my size. Mine is a decent 5 inches when erect. His was much thicker too. While I had seen such and many more magnificent pricks during my bachelorhood in many porn movies, I had never seen such in real life. It was indeed pretty large by Indian standards. His prick stood out majestically amidst graying patch of hair, which was normal for a man of his age.

"How do you like it?" he asked her with a smirk on his face.

She didn't respond but kept on staring at it. I was sure that Manisha had chosen a well-endowed man to be her mate. Now, it was just a question of his performance in bed. With the kind of equipment Kishanchanji possessed he had to be only as good as I am to beat me hands down in the sex department. I wondered if he had bull-sized testicles to produce copious semen in order to impregnate her.

"If you had conceived from this. I can assure you, your *** would have had an equipment this size," Kishanchanji said very proudly.

She was still staring at his equipment with awe. She had wrapped her fingers around him and still there was almost half of his prick showing. His knob was all wet with his precum from the foreplay earlier. She was in a state of trance as she started jacking him slowly. It was a very slow and deliberate movement.

After about two minutes of jacking, Manisha moved her other hand onto his manhood to pull back his foreskin. The large purplish knob stared at her as soon as she pulled his foreskin back. The knob was much larger than mine both in length and width. While she did this, ************* her head moved closer to his prick, perhaps to examine his knob in detail.

It was an unimaginable site. Her pinkish red lips were just inches away from his purplish knob engorged with *****. It was not long before she had the urge to taste his equipment. She tentatively leaned forward and gave a small peck on his knob. Kishanchanji's hand was playing with her hair and urging her to take more of him in her mouth.

Her kisses became more and more wet and then I saw her take his knob in her mouth. She was doing it very carefully as if it was her most prestigious possession. In the meantime, Kishanchanji managed to lower his pajamas further until they fell down on the floor. His boxers were pulled down to around his knee and now Manisha had complete access to his prized genitals.

Her hands now moved to his testicles and she gently massaged them as she skillfully used her tongue on his knob. She uses tip of her tongue to make an attempt to penetrate the pee-hole on the penis. This act gives immense pleasure to me and I am sure Kishanchanji was enjoying the same treatment.

She moved his penis out to make way for his testicles and then I could see her sucking his testicles into her mouth. His testicles were much larger in size as I was hoping. Given a chance he surely would impregnate her in no time. I was particularly concerned about this as Manisha cannot handle the pill and hence we resort to using a condom for sex. She does use diaphragms on special occasions, which made me wonder if she would let Kishanchanji take her bareback.

Having sucked on his large semen-producing testicles she moved them out of her way and started kissing him under his testicles. She knows that perineum for a man is a very sensitive spot and she many a times pleases me by tickling with her tongue over there. She never performed analingus on me although I have pleaded to her several times for this. In the position Kishanchanji was standing it was difficult for her to reach that sensitive area and within no time she abandoned her futile attempts.

She moved her attention back to his penis and this time she proceeded to give him a full-fledged blowjob. Gradually her head started bobbing on his dick. She could only manage to take a little beyond his knob because of his huge size. Nevertheless, her intentions were clear.

Unlike many women I read about, Manisha doesn't tire of giving blowjobs. Men complain about their women not able to give blowjobs for longer durations because of tiring jaw muscles. Manisha could go on for almost half-an-hour at a stretch.

She was trying to slowly stuff more of that monster in her mouth gradually. After about five minutes she was able to suck almost half of his dick in her mouth.

Kishanchanji had started to slowly hump her mouth. He held her head while he seesawed his penis in and out of her mouth, all the while trying to push more of his dick in her. It was only after fifteen minutes of non-stop sucking did Kishanchanji showed signs of ejaculating. Sensing his approaching orgasm, Manisha sucked on him even more fervently. Kishanchanji couldn't withstand the added vigor and drove his prick in, one last time, as much as he could and ejaculated in her mouth. Manisha pulled away only a little bit to avoid ******* but didn't let go of his prick and let him deposit his sperm in her mouth. She tried to gulp in as much as she could.

Only after he had completely emptied his balls into her mouth did he let her go. Even after that Manisha still continued sucking on Kishanchanji's prick, ensuring that she lapped up every drop of his cum. I had never seen this kind of passion in her. She had tasted sperm earlier on my insistence but never really enjoyed the taste of it. This time, however, she seemed to be enjoying the taste, as she continued to clean his prick until it was spic and span. Only after that she excused herself to clean up.

"Manisha has the match started?" I asked her in a ****** tone.

"Not yet, there is still half an hour more," she replied nonchalantly.

I got from the bed and followed her to our living room where Kishanchanji was comfortably sitting watching the TV. It seems it had rained heavily and the match had to be called off. So, nothing much happened that night and we both went back to ***** again without wasting much time.

The next morning, when I woke up, I couldn't find Manisha next to me. It was already 10:30 in the morning and Manisha was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for us. She is an early riser but I am sure even she must have got up very late today. I quickly got up, freshened up and joined her in the kitchen.

She was making egg omelet for breakfast. I hugged her from behind and started kissing her. She was pretty hot from last nights tryst and returned my kiss fervently. While kissing, last nights scenes went through my mind. These were the same pink lips that were penetrated yesterday by Kishanchanji's lucky penis.

I again looked at her to envision what it would feel for an old man like Kishanchanji to have sex with such a young lass. We were into the act while all this was going through my mind. It didn't last for long as the milk she had kept for boiling overflowed. Manisha worked on cleaning the gas stove as I moved to the dining table for my daily dose of news. I, however, just couldn't get the last-night scenes out of my mind and blurted out

"Did you enjoy last nights session?"

To my utter surprise instead of getting shocked she had an amused look on her face. She only smiled and her cheeks blushed in response to my question.

"How was it?" I asked her again.

"How long were you there?" she asked me

"Where?"

"From where you sneaked a peek?"

"I saw almost the entire thing," I meekly responded.

"Then you already know the answer, I guess," she shot back.

I knew the answer but somehow had this urge to hear it from her. Although, I hated the thought of even letting that lecher touch my wife, my dick somehow relished the idea of Manisha getting used by Kishanchanji. I was terribly excited by the scene of her head bobbing up and down on his manhood. She had chosen a potent mate, at least his manhood suggested this, and I was sure that he would be equally adept at servicing her. Incidentally, I had found the talk between her and Kishanchanji also very exciting and asked her, "What was that talk about breeding and all?"

She smiled again but this time a bit more playfully. When I asked her again she said

"About what? About diversifying your genetic pool?"

"Basically it means conceiving from multiple people diversifies your genetic pool and gives your progeny a better chance to cope up in this world," she defined it in a very technical manner.

"And you bought that argument?" I asked.

"Of course. What's wrong with it? That's how things are in ****** kingdom," she retorted

"And are you considering it?" I asked

"I haven't given much thought but the theory seems to be sound," she answered to my satisfaction.

"You didn't answer my first question, though?" I said in an attempt to hear from her description of last night's session.

"Which one?"

It seemed she had forgotten about the question and I said, "About last nights session and whether you enjoyed it or not?" clarifying what I meant.

"Obviously," she added after a second.

"Did he live up to your expectations?" I probed her further.

"We didn't do everything as you know but whatever we indulged in, I found him to be extremely talented," she put it in a nice manner after giving some thought.

"So you plan to continue the affair?" I asked her inquisitively.

"Yes, of course!" She said emphatically and then added, "By the way, how did you like it?"

"Did it live up to your fantasies?"

"Actually it was much more vivid than that," I said coyly not wanting to let her know how much I enjoyed her session.

"So, your dick does like me entertaining your neighbors Ah!"

"Come here. Sit down. I need to talk to you." Saying that she pulled me onto the sofa.

"Right at the outset, I would like to tell you that I love you, she said holding my hands in her hands and looking deeply into my eyes.

"What happened last night has opened my eyes to so many possibilities in the sex department?"

She was lost in those scenes as she said this to me.

"Earlier I was very reluctant to look for sex outside marriage but now I have the urge to experiment."

Her words trailing at the end but then coming out of her dreams she added, "A lot and with a lot more people!"

I was mot sure what she precisely meant or had in her mind but I didn't want to cease the momentum our relationship had gained. To comfort her I said, "You deserve a lot more Manisha and I fully support your decision."

"I wish you had considered other desirable men as potential mates, though," I added clarifying that I didn't quite approve of her relationship with Kishanchanji.

"I understand why you detest him but Vinit we have to be practical," she said in defense of her choice.

"Ever since we have got married, he has been pursuing me. I had resisted all his advances so far until you started pushing me to look for a lover outside.

"He was a natural choice for me and it was just a question of how good he would be in the sex department.

"My initial hunch that he would be much better has turned out to be true, at least partially," she said with a sly smile hinting towards the final act of intercourse that didn't happen last night.

"Even the proximity helps in making things happen frequently yet discretely," she continued.

All the time, I was just looking into her eyes. I could sense it, how desperately she wanted to continue her affair with him. Yet at the same time it she had meticulously thought out before starting her affair with him.

"Manisha our intentions are clear. We want to have some harmless fun but Kishanchanji seems to be more interested in impregnating you," I said putting forward my apprehensions. I was sure that we both were not ready for considering something that extreme.

"Your concerns are valid," she said agreeing with my interpretation of Kishanchanji's actions.

"But that is expected from him. It is in his genes and for many years he has not been able to sow his seeds," she added very tactfully.

"You seem to approve of his attentions," I complained

"I am neither approving nor disapproving but just acknowledging his intentions," she replied calmly.

"Is it that hard to guess reaction of a nomadic Lion on meeting a Lioness in heat?" she exhorted.

We both were avid fans of National Geographic and Discovery and often viewed the wildlife shows on these channels. So this reference didn't surprise me but it only intrigued me and made me wonder the direction in which our conversation was heading.

"I have seen the eagerness of caged Lion in him!" she exclaimed.

"A Lion who has been deprived of his mating privileges," she added justifying Kishanchanji's motives.

"But the Lioness would never let a nomadic Lion mount her," I reasoned reminding her about the instincts of a Lioness.

"Why?" she asked

"For fear of reaction of pride owner Lion," I responded.

"But what if the pride owner Lion himself wants his Lioness to mate with such nomadic Lions?" she retorted. She had touched upon on a very sensitive issue and I was getting uncomfortable now. It was me who had pleaded for her to experiment in the sex department with other men.

"The nomadic Lion wouldn't waste any time and would mount the Lioness as soon as he senses willingness in her," she continued.

"And he would mount her not once but several times until he is sure that he indeed has impregnated the Lioness."

She clarified Kishanchanji's intentions or rather justified his intentions. I didn't understand what her motives were in letting this happen. So, I asked her, "What is your role in all this?"

"All I have to do is willingly accept him every time he approaches for copulation."

"Let him mount me and quench his desire of mating with a prized Lioness," she elaborated.

"Are you implying that you would let Kishanchanji impregnate you?" I asked, puzzled with her explanation.

"All I am saying is that he would mount me on every possible opportunity till the time he doesn't plant his seeds in me," she said nonchalantly.

I was further confused with her explanation and asked her, "How would you stop him from impregnating you then?"

"Every Lioness has a natural defense that protects her from getting impregnated by nomadic Lion until his virility is ascertained.

"All I have to do is prolong the natural defense cycle that women have and being a human, I have recourse to artificial means to achieve this.

"Kishanchanji will be mounting me every day in an hope that someday the condom breaks and he ends up impregnating me.

"Or that someday in the heat of the moment I let him take me bareback and he ends up impregnating me."

"You seemed to be very well aware yet are willing to take the risk," I said in frustration.

"That is the very reason I believe he will be able to give me incredible sex day after day," she exclaimed

I was lost in thought while she was giving all these explanations. I was sort of regretting the fact that I urged her to consider sex outside marriage. I never thought that things would get out of hand and she might have her own plans on continuing such an affair. While I enjoyed the stories of wives getting impregnated by someone else I couldn't digest it when I faced that prospect.

In our leisurely sessions where we read the stories to each other and enacted them, we downplayed the impregnation aspect; we mentioned it only fleetingly on occasions where this was the central theme. Although, I do remember that both of us got very excited while reading such stories but we never proclaimed that we liked such a theme.

"Why are you so concerned?" she asked moving closer to me on the sofa.

"I remember you were very excited when we enacted some of the impregnation stories from the net," she added her fingers tracing my lips and gently caressing my face.

"Yes but it was a fantasy," I meekly replied not looking at her.

"Well, wouldn't you want to enact that fantasy of yours?" she asked me playfully as her fingers played with my lips and I had gently sucked her left index finger into my mouth.

"No," I said jerking her hand out of my mouth and tried to move away from her.

"Do you really mean it?" she asked playfully and added, "Let me see what the little master has to say." She was referring to my pecker and to my utter surprise I had an unmistakable stiff erection that was almost on the verge to explode. As her fingers traced my bulge my head dropped in shame. I was not able to fathom why I wanted her to get impregnated by Kishanchanji, or for that matter some body else. But it was clear that although I had this, perhaps, latent desire I didn't want to admit it.

"Your little master is saying something else," she said toying with my emotions.

"Manisha there are lots of complications with that," I reasoned, trying to change the topic of our conversation.

"You need to be prepared for them, then," she said emphatically.

"With the kind of engagement we have with Kishanchanji such things can happen even after taking precautions."

"Well if it happens as a mistake then it is fine but we should not purposely get into it," I said

"I have no intentions of delivering another baby so soon. So, you need not fret over it," she said cheering me up.

"So, what is the plan?" I asked

Neither Kishanchanji nor I want to waste any time in taking the affair to the next level.

So, we have to start at the earliest, implying that I give her an earliest opportunity to consummate her relationship with Kishanchanji.

I had to work on a very important sale and needed to visit my office today despite being a Saturday. Running your own business has its own issues. I guessed Manisha could utilize that time to get much better acquainted with Kishanchanji.

That day I had great difficulty in driving out the thoughts of my wife screwing Kishanchanji out of my mind. I had an important sale at hand that needed my complete attention but my dick wouldn't let me concentrate on my work. Finally, I had to jack off in the office restroom to relieve myself. Only then I was able to focus on my work. I had spent almost 3 hours on my work before a phone from a friend interrupted my concentration.

After having some casual talk with my friend I thought of giving a call to Manisha to find out what was up. Surprisingly, there was no answer. I tried a few more times but again she didn't pick up.

After another 5 minutes, I got a call from Manisha. She was short of breath and cursed me for calling at the wrong time I told you not to disturb me she said in an irritated tone and suddenly her conversation changed.

"Honey, I am fine. I was in the shower and hence couldn't take the call. I got to go now."

I knew that something was definitely up at home. Either they were into the act or had just finished the act. I had a tough time getting my thoughts back to the proposal at hand. With great difficulty I submerged myself into the files and only got up after the proposal was ready. It was around 9:30 pm and I got a call from Manisha to find out when I was returning.

I wondered if she wanted to have one last session with him before I returned and hence called up to find out. Anyway, I was to be back home in half-an-hour so was not sure if they would cut it so close.

I was home by 10:20. She was waiting for me at the door, wearing just her sexiest night suit. In no time I pulled her into my arms and our eyes met. She looked a bit tired, perhaps with the extended session with Kishanchanji. I checked for any signs of her rendezvous with him. Her skin seemed to be a bit more flushed and I saw a few bite marks around her lips, remnants of passionate kisses that were exchanged that day, perhaps. Her lips themselves looked tender, succulent, and reddish in color.

I lowered my mouth to hers, she didn't resist but neither did she reciprocate. My lips were engulfing her lips in an effort to penetrate her lips. Gradually her lips parted and I could feel my tongue sneaking in through her lips. She responded to my kiss by pushing her tongue deep into my mouth.

I wonder if Kishanchanji had just left for the day and I tasted their mixed juices. Her breath smelled normal and their wasn't an tangy or salty taste so she definitely hadn't given a blowjob to him just before I arrived.

With our intense tongue play, we found us moving into the living room and crashed onto the love seat where Kishanchanji had seduced Manisha last night. My hands were all over her body and I slowly unbuttoned her top. My hand sneaked into the bathrobe caressing her smooth skin onto one of her mound. Manisha gasped ************* as my fingers played with her nipples.

As my hand massaged her tits, I could witness the signs that Kishanchanji left for me. Her breasts were unusually fuller and red. Her flawless fair skin had lots of bruises and hickeys on her breasts. I lowered my mouth and took one of the nipples into my mouth. I gently rolled my tongue over her nipple and caressed her areole with my tongue. I then took her nipple into my teeth and very gently started nibbling at them. Manisha enjoyed this foreplay a lot.

"Easy Vinit!"

"Kishanchanji has already drained my milk," she moaned.

"He did!" I exclaimed.

"All evening he was latched onto my breasts."

"What else did he do?" saying that I was moved slowly towards her crotch.

"Slow baby, I am yet to recover from his assault. He has ravished me in last 4 hours. I have never been used this way."

Her panty was very wet with the juices of their mating. I had an urge to see how much open her lips were. I was not sure if she could have easily accommodated him, as his equipment was considerably larger than mine. I wondered if she purposely didn't take a shower and perhaps wanted to present herself in the state in which Kishanchanji had left her.

Ever so slowly I kneeled down all the while caressing her well-used body gently. She was comfortably lying on the love seat with her legs spread wide and her suit bunched up near her waist.

She let out a gasp as I moved in to smell her pussy from close quarters. It had a distinct smell of a well-used pussy. Without wasting much time I moved the thin silk material of her panty near the crotch area aside to expose her cunt lips. What I saw took my breath away! Her normally pink pussy lips were deep red in color and they were wide open showing the entrance to best place on earth.

She had played safe with Kishanchanji, as there were no signs of semen around her pussy. Her lips had the telltale signs of a much-used pussy. Her breathing was a bit labored as my fingers traced contours of her wide-open pussy. I wondered if she would be able to feel me after accommodating Kishanchanji.

"When did he leave?" I asked

"Just before you arrived," she replied lazily and then added - "I had seen him off through the side-gate when you arrived."

"Did he leave by himself or you had to bribe him," I asked playfully hinting that Kishanchanji might have been reluctant to leave.

"He left by himself, I didn't have to bribe him," she said in a matter of fact manner.

"So, he left just like that?"

"We exchanged a kiss at the door but it didn't last for long as you just arrived at that time."

So, my doubts were not unfounded. Here lips were bright red from the smooch she shared with him. And I surely tasted their mixed juices as we swapped quite some saliva during that kiss.

"I hope, I didn't disturb you folks," I said teasing her.

"No you didn't, we were almost done," she replied with a smile and then added, "Although, Kishanchanji wished to stay a bit longer."

"How was your first encounter with him," I asked her changing the topic.

She blushed hearing about her first extramarital intercourse with Kishanchanji.

"It was good," she responded coyly.

I could guess that she didn't seem too comfortable talking about her escapades with him. Perhaps it was too early to broach up the topic.

"I am glad that you decided to play safe with him," I said hinting towards the use of condom.

"I had too play safe but he didn't seem comfortable using a condom."

"But you did use a condom right?" I asked

"Yes, we did use a condom as I did not have any diaphragms. Need to buy them," she said and then after some thought added, "Just in case he gets too uncomfortable or the condom breaks, I would have another level of protection."

Manisha very adroitly brought the topic of protection through the use of diaphragm at the same time hinting the possibility of letting Kishanchanji taking her without a condom. Although, I hated the lecher, the visions of Kishanchanji spewing his baby making semen inside her were too tempting.

"How many times did you do it?" I asked.

Manisha rolled her eyes and her face showed embarrassment and she shot back at me, "Please Vinit this was our first time, I can't be so candid with you!"

"Okay then when was the last time he fucked you," I said making it a bit easier to answer this one.

She gave me the look that said, "You are incorrigible" and said, "Just after calling you we did it one last time."

"I was about to take a shower after calling you, but he didn't let me and instead utilized the half-an-hour left and took me on the very same seat."

That answered my doubt of not showering; she wanted to shower before I came home. It also answered my questions regarding the state of her well-used pussy. I wanted to ask her in what position he took her but I thought that was better left for some other time.

Without much ado I leaned forward and traced her open lips with tongue. Her body shivered as I did this. After making a few circles around her lips, I homed in on her clitoris. She loves it when I play with her clitoris and many a times I have made her orgasm just by going down on her, playing with her clitoris. This time, however, I found her squirm in pain as I did this and I heard her saying, "My pussy is very sore with Kishanchanji's onslaught. Please soothe it with your tongue."

"I don't need to cum, I have cum several times today. Just use your tongue and gently lap up my pussy."

Those words were enough to test my subservient tendencies. I knew if I had the courage to lap her pussy now, I wouldn't hesitate from doing so even if they hadn't used any protection.

Those were critical words. They were the kind of words that I had been longing to hear for such a long time. I always had this fascination of mating with my wife immediately after she had sex with somebody else. This was the first occasion when I had such an opportunity. I longed to feel every nook and corner of her body after such a session. I longed to see, smell, and taste the signs that showed that she has been used by somebody else.

I brought to her last orgasm for the day with gentle strokes of my tongue. She didn't waste any time after that and headed for a shower as soon as she had an orgasm leaving me to relieve myself. The dinner was uneventful as we both were embarrassed after our excitement subsided. Although I longed to hear the gory details of her escapades with Kishanchanji, I couldn't muster courage to ask her about that.

We didn't waste much time that night to get to bed. Manisha fell a***** as soon as she lay down. She was totally exhausted with her encounter with Kishanchanji. There was no more action planned for the whole of next week as Kishanchanji was flying early morning on Monday for some business.

I didn't fall a***** as lots of things were going through my mind that night and it was only around 2:00 pm in the night that I managed to fall a*****. I didn't have to worry about getting early next morning as it was Sunday and I deserved a day-off after working hard on the business proposal and also for soothing my wife's sore pussy.

I ***** very well usually and don't wake up very easily unless the ***** was ******* induced, as was the case on Friday night. However, today I didn't ***** well as the scenes of Kishanchanji and Manisha mating were drifting in and out of my mind. The next day I woke up very late again. The next day was pretty uneventful as we worked on cleaning our house and running regular errands. We went out for dinner that evening and met a few of our friends.

That night we didn't waste much time and got immediately into bed for sex. The sex was hot and very rapid. Manisha was very aggressive and made me go down on her for a long time before letting me penetrate her. She used her vaginal muscles so skillfully that I couldn't last for long and within no time I ejaculated into the condom. Although, I was pretty unhappy about my performance that night, Manisha didn't mind and seemed quite contended.

Manisha moved to bathroom to cleanup after the session. She took a shower and only then came out of the bathroom. This surprised me as she never bothered to shower after sex earlier and usually preferred to catch some *****. I felt something was fishy and went over earlier incidents to find if something unusual happened that night.

I recollected that we received a phone call as soon as we entered into the house after the dinner that night. I had to rush to bathroom to empty my bladder, while Manisha moved to pickup the phone. She had finished with phone call by the time I had returned from the bathroom. In no time after that she had initiated sex with me.

Although, her actions seemed quite innocuous only later I realized what was going on.

Again that night I couldn't get enough ***** as the scenes of Kishanchanji mounting my beautiful wife kept me awake until till around 1:00 in the night. Manisha was sound a***** after her relaxing shower. Even after falling a***** my ***** wasn't very sound and I kept on waking up until I noticed that it was 5:30 am, when I finally came out of that restless state. Not sure what brought me out of that state but Manisha was missing. She is an early riser but this was way too early for her to get out of bed.

It was pretty dark outside. Confirming that Tushar our one-year-old *** was sound a*****, I got out of bed to look for Manisha. I looked into our bathroom first to see if she was inside but the door was ajar and the sink was wet confirming that she had been to the bathroom recently. I thought she must be in kitchen to have a glass of water or something. But it was pretty dark downstairs and so she wasn't there either.

I was strongly suspecting that she was with Kishanchanji; I just hoped that she wasn't at his residence. I guessed they must be using the downstairs room but then I heard some noise from the room opposite to our master bedroom. I tiptoed to the other bedroom. I could hear some rustling sounds and then I heard Manisha's voice.

"You are so incorrigible. Can't you wait for just one week? Vinit might wake up"

"No please don't"

I was wondering who it was; my guess was Kishanchanji but what was he doing so early in our house. I could hear sound of lips smacking. I could see my dick rising to the tune of smacking lips.

"So did he do it?" I could hear Kishanchanji talking to her

"What?"

"Going down on you of course"

I could hear Manisha unbuckling his trousers and pulling down the rubber strap of his underwear and then I could hear slurping sounds. She was probably giving him a blowjob. I didn't understand what his question was.

"He did, right?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed

"I knew he was no man for you. He would be happy going down on his wife after his wife has sex with others," he said with lot of disdain in his voice.

It was then lot of things became clear to me. He was talking about me going down on her last night. I wondered if this was preplanned. Did Manisha wanted me to taste their mixed juices like the other husbands in so many stories we read? That comment about soothing her pussy with my tongue seemed insidious to me now.

"Did he find anything different?" he asked "Nothing as such but he confused our mixed juices to be my excitement," she said.

"Surprising, I ravaged you so much but he didn't notice," he said

"It was dark and I purposely didn't show him the state of my pussy," she said meekly.

"Did you let him penetrate you?"

"No! I already had too much for the day," she exclaimed.

I could hear the sounds of fucking now. I heard Manisha's rhythmic grunts, probably synchronized with Kishanchanji's strokes, the ones that I was unaware of. She never made such sound when we fucked. I could visualize their fucking session - Kishanchanji pleasuring Manisha. I was lost in thought when the sounds suddenly ceased. I checked my clock and already 15 minutes had passed.

I thought they were done with it and Kishanchanji might have climaxed but I hoped that he didn't. Living up to my expectations he didn't climax yet but the pause was only to change the position. Kishanchanji asked her if she liked this position.

"Not with you. With Vinit I like this position otherwise he doesn't last for long"

I could hear them giggling. She was referring to her getting on top; we frequently resorted to this position to postpone my ejaculation. Even then our fucking session barely exceeded more than 7-8 minutes. Kishanchanji already gave her a fucking of more than 15 minutes, almost 20 minutes now.

"Which position do you prefer with me?" he asked

"With you I prefer every position where you are humping me," she responded catching her breath.

"Why?"

"You are long and thick and I like the feeling of your penis seesawing through my cunt. And you don't cum quickly that increases and extends the pleasure."

"I have never bothered finding out my penis size. Am I bigger than your husband?"

"Oh yes!" she exclaimed, "I can feel your tip probing my cervix, trying to enter it, in missionary style. His has never reached that maiden territory. Also, you are a lot thicker than Vinit; it gives me that feeling of being full."

I was reasonably well endowed for an average Indian, just above 5 inches when fully erect. Also, I thought we had a reasonable sex life with us having sex 2-3 days in a week and each session lasting for about half-an-hour to an hour including foreplay.

"But there is something that you can never beat my husband at", I heared Manisha saying.

"What?"

"Eating pussy!" she exclaimed. "He is simply amazing. He doesn't mind going on for hours and is okay doing it at any time. Doesn't mind the state and smell of my pussy."

"Yes. I know," retorted Kishanchanji and I could hear both of them chuckling.

"Now hurry up. Lets finish this," she said and I could hear some movement; perhaps they were changing positions. They have been already inside for more than 35 minutes now.

"Even, I love this position, " said Kishanchanji, "this way when I cum in you, my sperms would have to travel the least distance to make a baby in you."

"I don't understand why you are insisting on a condom," he said in desperation.

"Trust me I am clean," he said implying that our concerns were sexually transmitted diseases. Which weren't really as we were sure that he was not having any other affairs and neither did we feel that he had any visits to prostitutes.

"Trust is not the concern here. We don't want any unplanned pregnancy," she said and added, "I am out of diaphragms and pills don't suit me."

"What about planned pregnancy then?" he asked her still shafting her.

"It is too early to think of a baby as Tushar is just an year old. I want to enjoy sex as much as I can before getting into family way again," she responded to him.

Her response again surprised me. She didn't seem to be too concerned about getting pregnant from Kishanchanji. Instead she didn't want her sex life to be interrupted with another *****.

"Come on don't waste much time. Give it to me!" she said urging him to fuck her harder.

Manisha's grunts were getting louder now and more rapid; they both were just about to climax, I guessed. In such a stage, I would have taken a few more seconds to ejaculate but Kishanchanji rammed her for almost 5 more minutes before climaxing. Both of them were catching their breaths now.

"What a fabulous way to begin the day!" exclaimed Kishanchanji

"Manisha, I am really grateful to you for letting me in this morning. I didn't want to wait for a week to get together with you again," he said

"The pleasure was all mine! I too would have missed you; good that you turned up early in the morning."

"Can't you postpone this trip? You would be gone for too long!" said Manisha

"I would have loved to but can't. It is an urgent matter. Lets continue after I come back," said Kishanchanji

"Hard to believe that we have made so much of progress in a couple of weeks" he continued.

Couple of weeks! That surprised me. So their intimacy had been increasing day by day and I was glad that she didn't let Kishanchanji think that she was a slut.

"Although you would have to accept that you have been pursuing me ever since you met me," retorted Manisha.

"Yes, I agree. You have been my best and longest hunt and I hope, you will be my longest affair too!" said Kishanchanji

"With the kind of equipment you have and the vigor with which you fuck me, I am sure you have quite a few years before retirement," she added emphatically.

"When did you started contemplating having an affair with me? I am sure this idea has been with you for some time," asked Kishanchanji.

"Hmm it has been with me for some time. I remember having vague thoughts about you about couple of years ago but they got crystallized only recently."

"I knew that you were interested in me and wouldn't let any opportunity pass by," Manisha continued.

"Now that you have sampled my equipment, do you agree that conceiving from me is a good idea?" asked Kishanchanji

"That is a tough question to answer!" she quickly replied

"There is no doubt that sex with you is very exciting and fulfilling and I wish I had succumbed to your advances two years ago," and then to my utter surprise she added, "and Tushar had been a product of an unplanned pregnancy during such a hot encounter with you and not with Vinit."

A semblance of sanity restored as she further added, "However bringing a ***** in this world is no trivial matter and the decision to have one needs to be taken with due diligence and care."

I was happy to know that my wife was being pragmatic. But letting Kishanchanji know about her wishes to be impregnated by him surprised me. I thought she didn't want to get pregnant from him. Looking back at our conversations she had tactfully avoided answering that specific question as to whether she would like to conceive from him.

"But you had earlier said that Tushar was a result of an unplanned pregnancy!" Kishanchanji countered her.

"Yes he was."

"So, there could be another unplanned one. What is the problem with that?" he said playfully.

"Not really as during my fertile time I insist on double protection - diaphragm and condom."

"Besides do you want our sex life to be interrupted with a *****?" she asked him.

"I not only want to have lots of sex with you but I also want the sessions to be fruitful," he added thoughtfully.

"I want to have a ***** with a beautiful woman like you."

"Well only time will tell if you get such a privilege or not."

"Now hurry up it is getting very late, you might miss out your flight and even Vinit might wake up."

I quickly moved into our bedroom and waited for Manisha to return. She wasn't long.