les histoires de chrislebo

In the following days, Nina and Iveta kept flashing their bald pussies under their mini-skirts at every possible occasion. Both girls seemed to have a lot of fun and, considering it all, everybody was having a lot of fun except me. Soon enough Nina also started showing off her huge boobs by pulling up her shirt when she walked into our office. Armand and Roberto were growling and shouting each time and Nina sometimes looked disappointed that I was not joining in. My beautiful wife Iveta was not going that far and, since it was all just showing and teasing, I just convinced myself that all of this was harmless.

Sometimes I was even secretly happy when I saw Armand drooling after looking at Iveta's fine ass and not being able to touch it. On the other hand I was still not getting much ass either, as my loving wife was always coming home late and leaving early in the morning. At least I could sometimes watch her dress or undress when she thought I was still asleep. She was still 100% the prudish girl and her sluttish behavior at the research center was an impressive actor performance. I was completely sure that nobody was suspecting Iveta to be married to me, or anybody else for that matter, and therefore her job at the Meudon research center was secure.

I was also still trying to break the passwords on Professor Royer's files and I had also hacked the access to the surveillance cameras feeds. From my desk I was able to watch all corridors, break rooms and other locations in most parts of the research center. On some cameras I also had an audio feed and I felt a bit sick when I spied on Armand and Roberto speaking about the "office bitches" when they felt alone around the coffee machine.

When I ran across Iveta in the center and nobody was around she would give me a wink or blow me a kiss and this would cheer me up. When other people were around however she would completely ignore me which was making me somehow depressed. On one afternoon I had an idea, and I used the feed of the security cams to find out the right moment to talk to Iveta. That day she was wearing tight black spandex pants and a tight red top which were hugging her body so closely that it was obvious that she was not wearing any bra or panties. Perched on her high heels and with her red plastic belt underlining her thin waist she was looking like a porn star and when I came to meet her near the copy room I had to stare for several seconds before making a noise so that my awesome wife would notice me.

She gave me a stone cold look but when she peeked out of the door and saw that we were alone she beamed at me and even touched my hand.

"Bertrand, my darling, I love you so much! This is the happiest time of my life," she whispered. "I have you and I have a great job! For what more could I ask?"

I resisted the temptation to take her in my arms and kiss her so I just smiled back and said,

"Iveta, I just thought of something. I think your plan is working but there is still something to consider."

My dear wife looked at me, a bit concerned that something might be wrong with her acting.

"You show off to everybody except me, I think people might get suspicious that I get a different treatment from everybody else. You know ... they will not think that we are together, no, but they might just suspect something else and I guess we should avoid that. We don't want anybody ask questions or take a closer look at our private lives."

Iveta thought about it for a second and then slowly nodded.

"I think you are right Bertrand ... if I treat you differently we could raise suspicions. And if I behave ... ehmm ... you know ... sluttish ... with you too it would be the perfect double bluff."

She thought it through once more and then nearly cheered out loud.

"Bertrand, this is a great idea! I am so happy that you take such a great care to protect our secret! You are the best husband in the world!"

She jumped up and down in excitement and seeing her small bra-less tits juggle in her tight top gave me an instant hard-on. My sweet wife blushed when she realized it but she quickly added,

"I will show you my ... umm ... breasts later today in front of Armand and Roberto, you know ... like Nina has been doing! I will show them and you could even touch them in front of everybody else. And when I turn around you could clap my ... umm ... ass and I would just show how much I liked it!"

Iveta seemed to get very excited at this thought and this did increase my hard-on even more. I could just stutter,

"Will you come home early tonight so that we can have some ... you know ... intimate moment?"

"Yes Bertrand, my darling, I will come home early. Its been a long time since we last watched a DVD together."

She leaned forward to give me a kiss but a researcher came out of another door on the floor and she quickly turned back to the copier. I did a hasty retreat to my office.

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I sat back down at my desk trying not to smile at the idea that my wife would show her sweet breasts to me and that Armand and Roberto would be terribly jealous. I hoped that Iveta would try to hide her nude tits from them, making them even more upset. And when I would feel her ass they would be really mad!

I did not have to wait long before Iveta and Nina came into our office. My idea was apparently so good that my lovely wife was impatient to try it out, especially if this was going to help hiding our relationship from our colleagues.

Nina wore also white spandex pants that clung to her very fit body and showed off her distinct cameltoe. Her large breast were dangling freely under a very tiny pink top and her shoes were having a heel of at least 15 cms. Both girls were looking like a mix of supermodels and hookers and I felt my dick growing hard.

"Hi guys," Nina cheers happily, "I think you need a break."

Armand and Roberto looked up from their keyboard and started howling like wolves as Nina slowly walked around our room. She stuck out her fine ass to Roberto and smacked herself on her ass-cheek while Roberto nearly drooled on the floor. To my pleasure my supersexy wife walked towards me and did exactly the same. Her spandex covered ass was just centimeters away from my face.

"Good quality ass don't you think," Iveta suggested in a sultry voice. She bent forward towards the neighboring desk, resting on her elbows. The spandex pulled even tighter across her pussy, and it was evident that she wore nothing beneath her pants, the outer edges of her pussy were clearly visible.

"Hey I want to see too," Armand complained, feeling a little bit left alone. I smiled at the idea that this time he was not going to be the one getting the treat but my clever colleague had come up with an idea. He waved a 10 euro bill in the air.

"Who will dance for me?" he yelled enthusiastically. Nina just laughed but Iveta looked at Armand in a way I never had seen on her, something between lust and greed. She then smiled and slowly walked over lasciviously to my colleague. Armand grinned broadly and threw me a wink. I had to swallow hard when I saw my dearly loved wife starting to dance slowly in front of Armand. Even Nina stopped teasing Roberto to watch Iveta dancing like some professional stripper. She was moving on her extremely high heels without problem as if she was born with them and showed a flexibility I did not know she had. She bent forward without flexing her knees and she touched her toes. I heard Armand gasp at the sight and I could only imagine what her cameltoe was looking like. My dear wife then turned over, bent towards Armand's hand, took the bill into her lips and snapped it from his fingers. I felt sick of jealousy but my cock was painfully hard at the sight of this show.

Everybody else cheered and applauded at Iveta's performance and my wife smiled proudly while stuffing the bill in her pants. She had just behaved like a cheap whore right in front of her husbands eyes and did not seem to even have second thoughts. She kept smiling and came slowly towards me, slowly pulling her tight top upwards. This reminded me that it was all just acting and that she was now going to show me her breasts as promised, and, unlike Armand, I would not need to wave with euro bills. My anger and jealousy disappeared as Iveta approached and my excitement grew when I saw Nina coming towards me as well. I grinned stupidly at both girls who stopped just short from my desk. My awesome wife had pulled her top just over her breasts and I could see the bottom of her soft round mounds just below the cloth.

Nina softly reached for Iveta's arm and pulled her towards her. She gave her a nice kiss on the cheek and Iveta made round surprised eyes and smiled. Then Nina whispered something to her ear and Iveta looked at me and then at her friend. She nodded, looked at me again, and then she slowly moved out of Nina's way. Armand and Roberto were standing up to see what was going on and I was not really at ease with this hot big breasted girl coming closer to me.

Nina's bend forwards towards me and her big breasts pressed heavily against the cloth of her top. She beamed when she noticed the shape of my hard-on in my pants.

"You like what you see," she teased me, and Armand, Iveta and Roberto, who were looking at us with curiosity, cheered wildly. My beautiful wife was again having this lustful expression on her face while she was coming closer to get a better view. Behind her I could witness my two colleagues eying Nina's heavy hangers but also Iveta's spandex covered knack-ass. I tried to smile but I was also a bit desperate as Iveta was the one who was supposed to show me her breasts. My fear became worse when Roberto said to Iveta,

"Hey bitch! want to give me a show as well?"

My loving wife did not react in the way I expected to what I considered as an insult, but instead she smiled happily at Roberto and, while Nina wrapped her arms around my neck and sat on my lap, Iveta reached to the sides of her shirt and pull it over her head. Her nice breasts fell into view for all to see and she settled on Roberto's lap in the same way Nina was sitting on mine. I felt a intense bang of jealousy as my colleague immediately reached for my wife's breasts.

"You hands are cold!" Iveta shrieked and giggled when Roberto started to massage her left tit. Armand growled and Nina was shouting encouragements and moving on my lap over my hard erection.

"This turns you on as well?" she then whispered to my ear. "You can touch mine as well, Bertrand, if you wish."

I was just feeling sick and disgusted at the sight of my dearly loved wife being groped by another man but Nina was mistaking my arousal she felt on my lap. Since I was not moving she took my hand into hers and guided it under her shirt to rest on one of her large mounds of flesh. Her nipples were fully erect and she moaned as I absently-minded malaxed her soft breasts.

To my horror Armand also approached my lovely wife and started groping her right breast. Iveta did not seem to mind and was even encouraging both men by pushing her bust towards their hands. I was incredibly jealous and I felt huge pain deep inside my stomach. Nina looked at me somewhat disappointed.

"You prefer Iveta, don't you, Bertrand?" she asked softly while caressing my neck in a sensual way.

"You know that I have flirted around quite a bit," she continued speaking to my ear, "but the one I really like, and who has never given in to me, its you Bertrand."

She looked nearly sad, in contrast to my happy wife who was giggling and laughing while my colleagues were teasing her nipples.

"You know where to find me if you want," Nina added before kissing me quickly on the lips and standing up. She straightened out her shirt and walked out of the office.

Armand and Roberto noticed it.

"What wrong?" Roberto asked, not stopping rolling my wife's left nipple between two fingers.

"euhhhdooohnoooh!" Armand replied while sucking on Iveta's right nipple.

"Nothing!" I said and turned to face my screen and keyboard again, trying to pretend to work. I was somehow relieved when Iveta stood up from Roberto's lap, brushed off Armand's intrusive mouth and put her tight top back on.

"That's it guys," she cheered happily, "the break is over!"

She discretely threw me a wink while rushing out of the office to follow Nina.

"Its your fault," Roberto said sympathetically, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Nina has a crush on you and you don't respond. Each time I date her she keeps talking about you. You should do something about it!"

"You must be the only one not having fucked her," Armand added jokingly. "Put personally I would like to try out the other whore."

Deep inside me I wanted to **** Armand on the spot but since I knew that my incredible wife was just playing a part in order to protect her job I swallowed down my anger and pride, thought about it for a second and decided to play the part further.

"I know Armand," I replied dismissively, "but I am dating someone else in this office."

"Really??" he exclaimed and he looked at me as if he was seeing me the first time in his life. "Who is it? Wow, I am actually happy for you! I mean, I was afraid that you were gay or something."

He seemed so genuinely relieved that I had to smile.

"I won't tell you, but I guess you have heard of it. And no, I am not gay."

Roberto came to shake my hand.

"Glad to hear that buddy. How about you come and go out with us tonight? You can bring your date along if you want. Iveta and Nina should be there too."

Again I felt betrayed as my dear wife had said that she was coming home early. I was tempted to agree so that I could verify first hand what Iveta was up to every evening, but then I feared that Nina would flirt heavily with me in front of my own wife and I was not comfortable with that. I declined saying that I had other plans for my date tonight and this is when Shannya Tweeks, the center's research director came into our office. I don't know why I blushed when she came to my desk but Armand gave me a wink when he sat back down at his desk. Great! Now my colleagues would be thinking that I was dating our director!

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I followed Director Tweeks to a meeting room and she sat down on a chair next to the table. I expected her to ask me some easy questions about our network infrastructure, which she had done in the past for new projects requiring that we add additional servers and bandwidth. She was then investigating the easiest and cheapest ways to do so. As usual money was tight ... and so was the director's blouse as well. Actually Shannya Tweeks was very good looking and I had not really paid attention to her before. I was married and even if I was not, the research director was way out of my league anyway. I caught some glimpses at her decollete, trying to determine if her breasts were as big as Nina's. Nothing sexual there, just scientific research, but of course, Murphy's law stroke and I saw Armand walking past the meeting room windows, giving me a knowing look and a thumbs up. OK, now he was *sure* that I was dating Director Tweeks.

Shannya Tweeks took a very serious look.

"I must talk to you about a very serious matter, "she said before pausing dramatically for a few seconds. My mind went numb and I was convinced that she had found out that Iveta and I were a married couple.

"I know that you have been spying onto Professor Royer," she said matter-of-factly. "We have some pretty advanced monitoring tools operated by Karl De Verder, our chief security officer."

I was taken completely by surprise. All I managed to say was, "Oh!"

"Yes 'Oh!'," Shannya Tweeks imitated mockingly, "You know that this means that you will be suspended immediately. So I will ask you to hand me your badge, as well as your remote access card."

"But, but, I was just ..." I stammered, "look, I am sure that this Professor has some dirty secrets. I was just trying to prevent him from damaging the reputation of our research center! I was just ..."

"I know that," Director Tweeks said, interrupting me harshly. "This is why I want to propose you a second chance."

I listened completely depressed to our Director explaining me that she expected me to continue keeping an eye on Professor Royer and reporting back to her every day. I nodded in agreement, I had no choice if I did not want to lose my job.

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I tried to work that afternoon but I couldn't concentrate and it took me an immense effort to locate a nasty bug in my source code. When I arrived home late that evening I was pleasantly surprised that Iveta was already home. She heard me at the door and came running to jump into my arms.

"Here is the best husband in the world," she exclaimed while hugging me strongly.

"I was waiting for you, " she said softly, taking me by the hand and leading me to the living room. She was wearing her old comfortable pajamas as usual but I still saw her as the most sexy girl on the planet. I sat down on the couch and she settled on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Armand told me that he thinks that you are seeing Director Tweeks," she said, still smiling. I felt bad for a moment and angry at the memory of my colleague groping my wife but since Iveta looked cheerful I did not want to ruin her mood.

"Armand is crazy, " I replied, "Tweeks came just to talk to me about some project. The usual stuff you know...."

"I know, but I was really jealous," my loved wife whispered. "But now I realized that you do that to protect my job, and I wanted to thank you."

With that said, Iveta came on her knees in front of me and proceeded to open my pants. She had never dared to do such a thing and I thought in a reflex that we need to put the lights out, but she proceeded undisturbed until she had my flaccid cock in her hand.

"Armand and Roberto told me that they want me to do that to them but I prefer doing that to my beloved husband, " she said naughtily and then taking my dick into her mouth.

It was the first time that my sweet wife was giving me a blowjob, and not mentioning the lights on. A nice warmth surrounded my still limp dick as she sucked on it noisily. I thought about my colleagues trying to talk my wife to give them a blowjob and felt a pang of jealousy rip through my guts. These bastards! And Armand who paid my sweet wife like a cheap pole dancer! And who licked her nipples! I felt like becoming a ********.

"You don't like what I am doing?" my dear Iveta said, and I saw that my dick was still soft like a feather. "Maybe I am doing it wrong," she said, blushing, "I don't have much experience ..."

"No no, " I replied quickly, "its just ... I mean ... I had a difficult day... can you try again?"

Iveta happily resumed her blowjob which felt really nice but due to the stress of the day it seemed that I could not get any hard-on. My stunning wife sucked and sputtered and slurped and licked my cock head slowly then faster, licking the shaft and even my balls. This looked nearly like a professional blowjob and I wondered where she had learned this.

"Roberto explained how to do it and I listened carefully," she explained as if she was reading my mind. The sight of her smiling face just next to my dick was incredible but I felt also incredibly jealous at my wife listening to sexually explicit stories from my colleagues.

"It did not sound very hard to do but now I guess I am doing it all wrong," she said somehow sadly.

"No Iveta," I cried out, not wanting her to stop this unique experience, "its me, I promise! Its my fault!"

"It does not matter, Bertrand. Maybe next time," my loving wife smiled and put my limp cock back into my pants. She gave it a quick kiss before zipping me up again. I felt like I was going to cry. For once my dearly loved Iveta was ready for sex and I was not. I watched her sit on the other chair, take the TV remote control and launch the latest downloaded episode of her favorite show. I slowly stood up to get ready for bed, I felt exhausted.

The next day at the research center, Director Shannya Tweeks summoned me to her nice office.

"Bertrand, I hope I can count on you," she said in an icy voice. She was dressed very hotly however, her big breast being pressed together into a very nice cleavage and a tight top at least two sizes too small. I swallowed hard and nodded. My throat was dry, I was really terrified by this woman. I did not see any way out of the situation I was in and I decided to cooperate fully. Director Tweeks smiled wickedly and walked to the main window in her office. I admired her long legs perched on her fuck-me heels and felt my dick reacting to the sight.

"I have asked Professor Royer to involve you in negotiations with a new investor. You will be present as a technical expert, vouching for the performance of our computer infrastructure. That way the professor will have to include you in all steps of the project design and this is when you can keep an eye on him. Obviously he was not very pleased by my decision but I expect him to respect it. If not, you will need to let me know and I will make things clear again."

She turned around and looked at me intensely.

"The first meeting with the investor will be in the afternoon. Don't disappoint me, or else ..."

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I was still stressed when I came into the kitchen corner to get a cup of coffee. Nina came in shortly after me, wearing even less cloth than usual. She invited me to come along to the smoker terrasse and I agreed, thinking that some fresh air would do me good.

"I am pretty excited," she giggled, "I have a meeting with Professor Royer and a future investor this afternoon."

I nearly dropped my cup of coffee but caught myself quickly.

"Oh really?" I stuttered, "that's strange. I will be in a similar meeting this afternoon too! Maybe it is the same meeting?"

It appeared that it was indeed the same meeting and Nina beamed at me.

"That's great Bertrand, I love to be in the same meetings as you. And here you will be able to see me at my best!"

"What do you mean?" I asked puzzled.

"You know," Nina said with a conspirator voice, "Professor Royer often uses me as an incentive to make potential investors more ... incline ... to sign the project with us."

I looked at Nina and realized that she looked very very sexy in very very revealing clothes, I had not really noticed as I was distracted by my own problems, especially the blackmail of Director Tweeks. Nina would indeed make a big impression on any male in the same room as her.

"That's a ... great idea," I replied awkwardly, trying not to look at her big breasts barely hidden by her dress, "but ... but what do you do ... I mean ... for that?"

"I could show you, "she teased me with a naughty smile. "Essentially it is flirting, showing off some skin, light touches. But sometimes some of the business men want more so I just go with them. Professor Royer pays me a good bonus and usually I get a big tip from the men as well."

She was essentially telling me that she was whoring herself off to some investors, and she even seemed to enjoy that. Nina seemed like a reasonable person, what kind of perverse influence this professor was having on these women? Maybe that was what Shannya Tweeks wanted me to find out. At least I was sure that my loving wife Iveta was not going to participate in such agreements to 'entertain' potential business partners.

Nina's mobile phone went off and she quickly ran away, excusing herself for some emergency with the fax machine.

I slowly went down the stairs to the floor of my office and saw Iveta rushing towards the door of the chemical lab. I looked around and saw nobody, then quickly followed her. My sweet wife saw me, looked around suspiciously and jumped into my arms when she saw that we were alone.

"Bertrand my love! I am so glad that you are here! I need to change quickly! Oh my god!!"

She was looking really stressed and I now saw that she was holding two bands of stretch cloth.

"Change? Change what?" I exclaimed surprised.

"My clothes, silly," she replied while pealing off the tight jeans she was wearing today.

"But ... why change your clothes? What's going on?"

My awesome wife stripped off her top and was standing nude in front of me as she was not wearing any bra and panties. My usually so prude Iveta had just stripped naked as if this was a normal thing to do in a chem lab.

"Nina is busy with a problem on our fax machine, I need to replace her for a meeting. She told me I need to wear something sexy!"

I looked at her in disbelief.

"We haven't received a fax in the last 10 years! and besides you don't have any clothes to change into!" I stammered.

"I do," she laughed and raised her hand holding the two bands. She pull both over her head and then over her butt and breasts.

"Voila!" she exclaimed, "I wonder if this is sexy enough."

The bands were only as large as my hands and covering essentially nothing. I was too taken aback to say anything and it took me moments to recover.

"You ... you can't go into a meeting like this!" I protested. "You look like a whore!"

"Don't get upset Bertrand please! This is the first time I will have a large responsibility in my job. I can make a difference here, and if I do a good job our research center will get considerable funding! And besides, I will get a large bonus and it will help us greatly to pay our mortgage!"

Before I could say anything she turned around.

"Is it spreading nicely over my ass?" my usually so shy wife asked, "I really need to make a good impression!"

"For an impression you will make one!" I replied angrily but Iveta did not even notice in her excitement.

"Oh Bertrand, I am so happy to have you! Other husbands would get upset but you agree to this because you know that it is important for me! I love you so much that it hurts!"

There was nothing I could add to this and my sexy wife kissed me on the cheek, then rushed out of the door.

"Going to put on some makeup," she whispered after having checked that the floor was deserted. She blew me a kiss and ran away.

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I was still fuming when the time of the meeting with the investor arrived. I knew all this was just showing some skin like in the car trade conventions where lightly clad ladies were parading around racing cars, but still I was not happy at all that my loving wife was going to show herself off to a complete stranger. I was at least relieved that she would not agree to go with the investor to earn some 'extras' like Nina did...

Actually the meeting went quite well in the beginning. Professor Royer introduced me to the investor, Alain Barquier, who was an ugly fat man around fifty with a big beer belly and balding. He was sweating profusely behind his big glasses despite the air condition which was blowing a polar capable wind, he loosened his tie after 5 minutes and dropped his vest after around 15. My sexy wife Iveta was whirling around in her nearly non-existent clothes, bringing coffee, fetching documents, closing or opening the window blinds as the sun was coming and going. She did not seem at all to notice the frigid temperature or the insistent looks of M. Barquier at her ass.

Professor Francois Royer exposed the research capabilities of our center, and I did a short presentation on our computer network but our potential investor seemed to only have eyes for Iveta which was not at all surprising. I felt my jealousy rising and longed for the end of this meeting so my dearly loved wife could finally change into something more decent.

"I agree with all the conditions," Alain Barquier said finally. "I will transfer the initial funds of 800k euros tomorrow morning and you will get the next payments as the project will be progressing."

I could see that Professor Royer was trying very hard not too smile as there had been nearly no negotiations at all. M. Barquier signed the different parts of the contract, completely distracted by Iveta who was pointing him at the spots where he needed to sign. She made sure to put her barely covered ass just under his nose and I felt a sharp pain in my guts when the investor grabbed a handful of my wife's bum. She just jerked up a little and then smiled as if this ugly man just had made her the nicest of compliments.

"And you will not mind if I invite your ... err ... assistant to ... umm ... dinner tonight?" Alain Barquier said with an excited voice.

I was going to protest but Professor Royer was faster.

"Of course not M. Barquier. I am sure Iveta will be very happy to accept your invitation."

"I am very honored," my dear wife replied happily, "I gratefully accept."

I felt sick again. Was Iveta not seeing that this guy only wanted one thing? And that thing was not just looking at her awesome body. But I couldn't say anything without endangering Iveta's job, and my job now as well. M. Barquier led my wife out of the meeting room while kneeding her buttocks. I wanted to follow but Professor Royer asked me to stay.

"Good job Bertrand," he said while I tried to see where that fat guy was heading to with my wife. "I am very happy about your presentation today. As you can see we won the funding for this new project."

He then looked at me, smiling slightly.

"Of course, I would like you to keep quiet about the little show my assistant did during the meeting. I think you are a very good engineer and I will reward you with a bonus," he added before making a pause which sounded somehow threatening. "I am sure we will have a perfect collaboration."

"Of course Professor Royer," I replied hastily. He wanted me to keep quiet which meant that he felt that what he was doing was wrong. Maybe I had some good reasons to stick close to him, find out his secrets and report back to Director Tweeks. I decided to play along and pretend to be his accomplice. I added,

"I think this is was brilliant idea. I am glad to be able to finally work with you on a project. Until now I really know you only from your reputation."

"Please call me Francois," the professor replied, visibly pleased. "And yes, these little shows tend to work quite well."

"So your assistants have some little side incomes," I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Actually no Bertrand," he replied, looking dead serious, "this is supposed to be their main activity."

He patted me on the shoulder before moving to the door.

"I like you, Bertrand, " he said looking back, "You are a clever guy. We can make great things together."

He smiled.

"By the way, if you want some company tonight, just let me know. I'll find somebody for you."

And he left the meeting room. I waited a second then hurried out into the corridor, hoping to be able to catch up with my loving Iveta, before she was disappearing with this ugly investor. I was shaking at the thought what was going to happen

the story of a NYMPHOCOM's victim - part 3

Of course I did not find my dearly loved Iveta. She and the obese and bald investor had disappeared in a large car parked outside of the research center and drove off at the moment I came running out of the front door. I did not have the keys to our car which Iveta was using to drive to work and there was no taxi waiting at the stop a hundred meters from the center. I guessed that Alain Barquier would try to bring Iveta to his hotel room so I ran back to our office to try to find out where he had checked in. I came across Nina who was just putting an "out of service" sign on the fax machine.

"What's wrong Bertrand," she said when she saw me panting, trying to recover my breath.

"Whe ... where ... is ... Mr. Barquier ... staying?" I panted. Nina looked at me in a concerned way and took me by my arm to lead me into her office and closed the door.

"I ... need ... to ... know where ... they ... are ... going!" I tried to say, but Nina took me into her arms to calm me down, her ample breast pressing against my chest.

"Shht Bertrand, don't worry. I know that you like Iveta very much but there is no risk." She looked straight into my eyes. "Mr. Barquier is a well know person and nothing bad will happen to Iveta, I promise."

She made me sit down on an office chair where I finished to recover. I could not explain to Nina that I was not concerned about Iveta's security. I could not tell her that I was just incredibly jealous even though I was sure that my loving wife would stay faithful to me in any case. I just could not stand the idea of my dear Iveta being groped by an ugly and lustful man. However I calmed down a bit because I wanted to know more about professor Royer's way of attracting projects for the research center.

"You are not jealous that Iveta went to the meeting instead of you?" I asked innocently.

Nina smiled and sat on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me softly on the cheek.

"Not at all my dear Bertrand," she whispered to my ear. "Now that the competition is out of the way I have you all for myself."

I grinned uneasily while Nina hugged me tightly and I could feel her huge boobs against my chest. She then put her lips on mine and pressed her tongue into my mouth. For a couple of seconds we kissed passionately before I came back to my senses and pushed her back softly.

"I am sorry Nina, I can't ..."

"My best kiss ever," Nina smiled. She did not seem disappointed at all, she rather looked like she had just won a small victory. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra so that she was sitting bare breasted on my lap. She took my hand and guided it to her large mounds of flesh and beamed when she felt my hardening dick pushing against her legs. She sprang up and despite my weak protest she undid my fly and fished for my cock which grew instantaneously to full size.

"Nina, please ..." I stuttered, trying to resist.

This was when, to my horror, I saw the office door opening and Shannya Tweeks walking in. I could only imagine what we were looking like : Nina's huge breasts completely naked and my hard dick sticking out from my pants! Surprisingly Director Tweeks smiled warmly to me, seemingly undisturbed by us being nearly nude in front of her. Nina looked like she was caught stealing out of the honeypot and smiled shyly.

Shannya Tweeks observed us for a couple of seconds before saying, "Please come into my office Bertrand, when you are done here. No rush.". She then walked slowly out of Nina's office and softly closed the door. Nina gave me a deep tongue kiss before putting her bra back on and buttoning her blouse up.

"Don't keep Director Tweeks waiting," she whispered to my ear. "And when you come back I will have a nice little room booked for us in a hotel nearby."

With a naughty grin she flattened her skirt, apparently she did not seem disturbed at all by having been caught by our research director.

"Do you think she will fire us?" I asked, suddenly afraid when I remembered the research center's policy.

"Why would she fire us?" Nina replied, looking genuinely puzzled.

"Well, you know, about couples working in the center!"

I stood up and tried to unsuccessfully cram my still hard cock into my pants. Nina was eying my bulge with a fresh appetite.

"Couples can not work together in the center, this would get us fired immediately indeed. But Bertrand, we are not a couple. If we have sex together it will just be a fling between two consenting adults. Hurry Bertrand, I wait for you!"

Completely stressed I left Nina's office and ran towards Director Tweeks office in the upper floor.

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"Come in!" Shannya Tweeks' voice sounded when I knocked at her door absentmindedly. I opened the door and immediately started apologizing.

"I am really sorry for what you just saw ..." I said, but the awesome busty woman just smiled at me.

"You are doing a great job, Bertrand," she said, standing up from behind her desk and slowly walking towards me. "Nina is an important person in Professor Royer's team and it is a very smart move to get to know her in a more closely way. I am sure you can learn a lot from her during pillow talk."

I let out a silent sigh. Director Tweeks was thinking that I had approached Nina to get information on the professor I was supposed to spy on, and she was happy that I took my assignment seriously.

"I wanted to see you to hear about progress with your assignment," she continued, "but I witnessed first-hand that you are on top of things. I will let you go, just take Nina to the cosy hotel nearby, she likes to go there."

"Actually she is booking a room right now, but ..."

"Good, good, don't keep her waiting then!" Shannya Tweeks said in a somewhat lustful voice. "Report back to me tomorrow morning!"

With that said, the stunning Director turned to her laptop and ignored me completely.

I left her office and closed the door behind me. I was puzzled by her attitude but I had more important things to worry about. My sweet wife was somewhere with a lusty old man and I had to find her! I sneaked out of the building, making sure to not run into Nina or any other of my colleagues for that matter.

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I did not find her of course. After checking dozens of upscale hotels in the neighborhood I went home completely desperate and exhausted. I could only imagine the worst what this ugly fat investor could want to do to my loving wife. I fell asleep on the couch after hours of crazy thoughts.

I woke up to some warm feeling around my waist and slurping sounds. My dearly loved Iveta was busy giving me a blowjob like I never had one before. I was fully erect but my sweet wife was happily taking all my meat down her throat. It took me some seconds to realize that I was not dreaming.

"Hello my darling," my wife said, stopping the blowjob but keeping stroking me with her hand. "Passed out on the couch again?"

She looked at me like an innocent angel, really happy to see me after a hard day at work. This reminded me of her assignment with Alain Barquier, the investor.

"Where have you been?" I asked, feeling a stomach ache building up while I anxiously awaited her response.

"All went great, my darling," she beamed, leaning towards me to give me a wet kiss. She smelled a bit of cigarette and ******* but she did not seem *****. "I am soooo happy! I was a bit stressed at the beginning but apparently the client was very happy with my company."

"So ... wha ... what did you do?" I asked with a trembling voice. My mind was numb and I felt incredibly jealous, but my dick my wife was caressing was still rock hard.

"Oh Bertrand, I love you so much!" my dearly loved wife exclaimed. "It is great that you are interested in what I do for my job. It is really important to me."

She sat down next to me, still stroking my hard cock like an expert.

"All went really well," she continued. "Francois had briefed me on the project real quick so I had to smalltalk around some of the details I did not know but I think Alain did not notice. Actually it was strange, he seemed to be more interested in my well-being than in the project."

I thought to myself that my wife was way to gullible and I wanted to interrupt her, but her sweet hand jerked me so well that I was afraid she would stop.

"Since my dress was very light and the air condition in his car very cold, Alain suggested that we go and buy some clothes for me. Wasn't that nice?"

I noticed now that Iveta was not wearing the two spandex bands anymore, which were not covering anything anyway. She had black stockings, a very tiny latex skirt which was not much more than a belt and and a leopard bra.

"Ungh," I groaned while I felt close to blowing my load, "but ... where did you .... hmm ... buy this?" I was sure that a normal shop would never sell this kind of seductive clothes."

"Alain took me to a sex shop in Rue de la Gaité," Iveta beamed proudly. "You would never believe how difficult it was for me to enter this shop like I had always done this. I think nobody noticed that I was stressed. But thank God there were other girls present so it felt just natural as we were all dressed in a similar way."

"You ... you went to a sex shop??" I gasped, "but ... but these girls are ... prostitutes!" Iveta continued massaging my hard cock, repositioned herself and licked a drop of precum from the tip of my shaft.

"No no Bertrand," Iveta continued, "There was a nice dance contest there. All girls put on a show in sexy dresses in a kind of cage, it was really funny!"

"But this is called ... ungh.... a peep show!!! Only prostitutes are dancing there!"

Iveta went on as if she had not heard what I was saying."

"Alain asked me to chose a dress I was finding beautiful on one of the girls and he bought it for me. Wait! there are shoes with it too!"

Iveta let go of my throbbing cock and rushed to a corner to put on some nice high heels. I noticed that she was wearing a leopard string panties matching her bra.

"At least this Alain bought you some panties I see," I spat somewhat sarcastically.

"Yes Bertrand my love," Iveta replied cheerfully. "As I said, Alain was afraid that I would be catching a cold. Isn't it sweet of him? But they keep getting wet so I push them aside like this."

The sight of Iveta's incredible ass nearly pushed me over the top. I was only able to emit some weird croaking sound while my sweet wife was shaking her tight bum just in front of my nose.

"Strange, all present men reacted in the same way as you just did," Iveta giggled. She was not the uptight wife anymore, she was behaving more like a nymphomaniac in heat.I felt incredibly aroused but terribly jealous at the same time.

"Alain said that I was looking so pretty that he wanted me to be the model posing for the project's documentation," she cheered, wanking me enthusiastically again. "You know, the ladies you see in front of the machines, just to make the photos look a bit less technical and a bit more appealing."

My beautiful wife suddenly noticed that my hard cock was leaking a lot of precum and she bent forward to take it into her mouth again. I could feel her tongue sweeping over the tip and the intense feeling made me wonder for the hundredth time why she suddenly seemed to enjoy everything sexual. She came up again after a minute and continued describing her evening with Alain Barquier.

"He suggested that we take some sample photos and he ask me to pose in that little cage. Isn't it wonderful Bertrand? One of the most important investors of our research center wants your little wife to be the public representative for his project! Isn't that great?"

She gave me a big wet tongue kiss and excitedly jerked my cock. A painful jealous feeling sank into my guts, balanced out by the wonderful feelings on my hard dick.

"Oh I love you so much Bertrand," she cooed, "I am so lucky to have you as a husband, who is sooo understanding and helps me to keep my job."

"So he took some photos right there in the sex shop?" I asked, anxious to hear what had happened.

"Yes so I went into this little cage with a small dance floor surrounded by mirrors and I moved a bit to show off my new dress."

Iveta took a revealing pose on the bed.

"All girls and men applauded, it was very nice. Alain had a wet stain in front of his trousers after my dance, I think somebody must have spilled a *****. He thanked me very much and then drove me back to the research center where Professor Royer debriefed me. Then I drove back home and here I am!" My sweet wife wrapped her warm mouth back onto my hard dick and I felt the tip hitting the back of her throat.

I let her proceed, enjoying the intense feeling. I was really relieved that Iveta had remained faithful to me, she had just showed off some skin and that was it. This would help her secure her job and cover up our secret. I was also happy about the side effect about not having a prude wife anymore.

"Oh and by the way," my lovely wife said while removing some euro bills from under her microscopic skirt, "Alain gave me a 200 euros tip! This will really help us with our mortgage paybacks!"

I don't know why I came just in that very moment, but I exploded in massive spurts, lasting what seemed like minutes. My thick white cum landed on Iveta's face, on her chest, on her hands, not mentioning the mess it made on my legs and on the couch.

"UNGGHHH sorry ..." was the only thing I was able to say, knowing that she was genuinely disgusted when body fluids, especially sperm were touching her skin. I wanted to stop spraying my cum everywhere by covering my dick with my hands but my sweet wife was looking at the sperm fountain with wide eyes and an ecstatic expression on her face. She did not seem to realize that cum was dripping from her left cheek and that her hand which was still stroking my cock was completely sticky and gooey.

"Hmm apparently you like it when I bring home money!", my dear wife said sheepishly, "Do you like it when I make money keeping other men company? I am sooo proud of you Bertrand, I am sure other men would be dead jealous!"

"Do I have a reason to be jealous?" I replied, out of breath from my huge ejaculation.

"Of course not my darling," my stunning Iveta replied while looking at her sticky hand in a fascinated way, "you know that I will NEVER be unfaithful to you! Its all very innocent and harmless. I am sooo glad to have you and that you help me keeping this great job! You are so sweet and understanding, I love you soooo much!!"

My dear wife stood up, tried to wipe the cum from her left cheek but only managed to smear it around on her skin. She was looking like a used whore but still incredibly sexy, my dick sprang back to attention. She saw this and smiled as if I was doing her a compliment

"I talked to Nina just before coming back home, " she said, readjusting her micro-skirt and inadvertently smearing cum on it, "She booked a cosy room for you both in an hotel nearby but she said that Director Tweeks got her hands on you first."

Iveta laughed out loud. "Poor Nina, she seems to be jealous that you slept with the Director and not her."

"I did not ***** with Shannya Tweeks!" I protested, "I will not be unfaithful to you either!" I felt bad somehow when I remembered that Director Tweeks had caught Nina and me in an ambiguous situation.

"I know my sweet Bertrand, " my dearly loved wife replied, "not that *****ing with Nina or the Director would be cheating anyway. I just know that I can trust you."

She smiled at me while walking sexily to the bathroom to finally wash off all of my sperm. It took a couple of seconds for her words to sink in.

"What do you mean by 'not cheating'??" I exclaimed but she had already closed the bathroom door and put on the shower.

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Twenty minutes later, Iveta came out of the bathroom, draped into a large white towel, seemingly back to her prudish self. I had cleaned the mess I made on the couch and on myself and I felt ready to have some nice sex with my wife even if it was three in the morning. However I was disappointed when my sweet wife was pulling out clothes out of the wardrobe as if she was going out again.

"Where are you going? I exclaimed.

"Don't be silly Bertrand," Iveta replied with her lovely smile, "I go to work! Professor Royer might have a new assignment for me today so I need to be ready."

"But ... but its in the middle of the night!"

"Well ... I don't feel tired anyway and I have work to catch up."

Iveta turned around with her clothes and left the bedroom in order to get dressed so I would not see her naked. I shook my head. My sexy wife had just given me a awesome blowjob and had my cum on her face but she would not let me see her getting dressed ... And she had not slept for two days and was still full awake and fresh. I felt too tired to continue thinking about this so I put my head back on the pillow and fell a***** instantly.

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That morning I overslept and came late to the office. I still felt very tired and hurried to the coffee machine. Before entering the breakroom I heard Armand laughing out loud and several people chatting. I did not feel like talking so I was turning back but Armand was at the door, spotted me and exclaimed, "Here comes Don Giovanni!" He came to me, shook my hand as if I was his closest friend and led me into the room. There were Roberto, Nina and my sweet wife Iveta, all smiling at me as I walked in. I grumbled a "good morning" and walked towards the coffee machine.

"So Director Tweeks fucked your brains out last night?" Armand laughed, "You sure look like you could need some *****!"

I could not really understand what he meant but he just went on.

"Nina told us about the nice hotel room she had booked for you both but that Director Tweeks crossed your plans! "

"Oh right!" I stuttered and everybody laughed out loud.

"You sure are a lucky guy. She is a real hottie! But thanks to her we got a nice evening too!"

Again I was a bit lost but since I was looking so tired nobody seemed to notice.

"Yeah, thanks to Shannya and Bertrand!", Roberto cheered. "Nina called Armand to the rescue to not lose the fee for the hotel room and, since he had some problems keeping up with Nina's demands, I had to join in as well!"

Everybody laughed again and I started to understand. Nina had invited both guys to the room she had booked since she supposed that I had gone with the stunning research director. I managed a weak smile and noticed that Iveta was looking at me lovingly. This situation added additional security to our little secret as nobody would expect me to have another liaison besides the one I was supposed to have with Shannya Tweeks. My dear wife noticed that I was looking at her and quickly recomposed her face just after giving me a wink with her eye. Nina and her were dressed in a rather conventional way as their miniskirts were nearly touching the top of their stockings and therefore nearly hiding their asses, and they wore skintight tops which seemed to be painted on their bodies. Nina's big tits were dangling freely, making it obvious she was not wearing a bra. My sexy wife did not have a bra either but since her breasts were smaller it seemed that her nipples wanted to make up for it by tenting the cloth as if they were rock hard.

"Yeah, Armand and Roberto were quite the *******," Nina joked, "I had trouble walking this morning."

She came towards me, her huge breasts swaying slowly under her top.

"But Bertrand, if you are ready today I am ready too, " she said and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her cleavage against my chest and giving me a wet kiss.

"And Iveta, if you're ready I am ready too," Armand mimicked, "and if you ask nicely I will do you up your ass like I did Nina's last night."

Everybody laughed while an intense jolt of jealousy ripped through my stomach. I finally managed a smile as I remembered to play along.

"I know, Armand, " my wife replied cheerfully, "but my agenda is full at the moment!"

"Iveta, you should really try Armand," Nina protested jokingly, "He is a real assman! And Roberto is not bad either!"

"And you are a real asswhore!" Armand growled funnily.

Nina beamed at the compliment, turned around and lifted her miniskirt to show her ass. She was not wearing any panties and her pink pussy lips were glistering wetly. But instead of a nice asshole we all could see the bottom of a big black buttplug pushed up her anus.

"Indeed," Nina cheered, "I keep my ass always well trained and lose for immediate use!"

She looked at me in a suggestive way, making it clear that she wanted me to be the one using her rear entrance.

"Good job, " Roberto exclaimed, "We can see that you take your assignments seriously!"

I was completely taken aback! This was not the kind of conversation we were supposed to have as colleagues, but everybody was acting as if this was completely normal and even my once prude wife was laughing heartfully.

"I always do," Nina replied proudly, "This week I will be meeting the CEO of WorldNetTech and he always likes to push a lot of things up my ass. Last time I ended up with three billiard balls and one coke can up my intestines and he had me walk through half the city."

My dearly loved wife had tears running on her cheeks so hard was she laughing and I had trouble understanding what was so funny on this obscene report Nina was giving. However, despite my tiredness, imagining several hard objects up her fine asshole made my cock tickle and I started to get a nice hard-on. I shifted a bit to hide it but I caught Iveta's proud look at my crotch. She was encouraging me to continue pretending that I was a single man which was obviously attracted to anything sexual, in the same way as Armand and Roberto.She wiped some of the tears away, winked at me again and lifted her mini skirt over her fine ass. Her muscular buttocks were smaller than Nina's but the red buttplug pushing them apart was nearly twice as thick as her colleague's. Armand's and Roberto's jaw fell to the floor and Nina walked over to my sexy wife so that we could contemplate the two plugged asses side by side.

"Ohhhhh I really want to fuck that gape, "Armand complained and Roberto kneeled down to get a better look. Nina grabbed Iveta's ass with one hand and with the other started to pull out the huge toy. It came slowly and steadily and soon she was holding the plug while we were all staring at my sweet wife's gaping ass. She held her buttcheeks apart so that we all could get a look at the hole which was the size of a tennis ball. My wife had never ever thought about anal sex, as this was one of the dirtiest thing she could think of, but now even a huge dick could probably enter her anus without touching the inner walls of her intestines. I was sick and aroused at the same time, not knowing for sure if our cover up actions were not going way to far. My heart was racing as jealous feelings threatened to overwhelm me but my cock was thinking otherwise and trying to break out of my pants. I could not stand that other men were looking at my wife's stretched asshole but I had to agree that it was one of the sexiest sights I had ever witnessed.

After a minute, Nina put the huge red plug into her mouth, sucked on it a couple of times and reinserted it into my dear wife's still open asshole. Iveta let out a satisfied sigh. She then pulled it out halfway to have the thickest part of the plug tearing Iveta's anus apart, and spent a minute licking the ring of her ass muscles. After this she moved the huge plug in and out for a while, having my dearly loved wife start to moan slightly. Her asshole seemed very elastic and she did not appear to experience any pain from the extreme stretching. It would even seem that she was enjoying this!

"Wow, " said Roberto, closing his drooling mouth. Armand was quiet and watching with his mouth open. Iveta straightened out her skirt and smiled proudly.

"Yeah we are training hard," she giggled, pulling her arm around Nina's waist. Both girls were looking incredibly sexy and I thought that I was going to come in my trousers.

"So will you let me fuck your ass?" Armand insisted, coming out of his trance, "since Nina is vouching for me."

"And if you are really nice I'll be joining as well, " Roberto added, and my three colleagues and my wife exploded with laughing again.

"Yeah why not," my lovely wife said with the voice of a slut, "This sounds really really tempting."

Iveta passed her tongue over her lips in a suggestive way and made a couple of steps towards Armand who was having a carnivorous smile on his face. A hard knot of dread developed in my stomach immediately and I had to remind myself that she was just playing. Indeed she stood just out of the reach of her colleague, turning around to give him a good look. Roberto drew his chair closer to get a better sight.

"But I don't really have time," my teasing wife added, "Remember that I am training right now." She slowly turned around and walked towards one of the coffee tables, leaned towards it and lifted her skirt again to show the red buttplug which was tearing her asshole apart.

Armand growled and Roberto managed to stutter, "What a whore!" My once so timid wife was now teasing two men, none of whom was her husband, like she was an absolute professional porno star. The acrid taste of jealousy invaded my mouth and I was on the verge of standing up to bring this obscene show to an end but Nina came to me and sat on my lap. I realized that I had a rock hard erection going on because Nina settled in a way to have her clit next to the tip of the tent in my trousers.

"I can tell you really like Iveta," she whispered into my ear while caressing my hard-on through the cloth and pressing her enormous breasts on my chest. My sweet Iveta threw us an appreciative look and slowly walked towards us. She kneeled next to my left leg and examined the bump Nina was malaxing.

"What about us?" Armand protested jokingly, but both girls ignored him.

"Don't you think that he could be bigger than Armand and Roberto," Iveta asked innocently, eying Nina like an intimate accomplice.

I felt immediate relief at my wife's compliment as this was kind of a blow towards my two male colleagues. I could hear Armand and Roberto laugh, but they were definitely not laughing as loud as before.

"There is only one way to be sure," Nina replied and started opening my fly. Before I could protest she had the zipper open, and opening the slit in my shorts. My cock was so hard that it sprung free with such a violence that it nearly knocked Iveta in the face as she had come closer to watch. I had never been so hard in my entire life, the sight of Nina sitting on one of my legs and my wife next to the other was incredibly erotic.

"Wow," Nina exclaimed with wide eyes, and Iveta had such a hungry expression on her face that it looked like she was going to jump on my cock any second.

"Look here," Armand shouted, and I saw that he had drawn his own hard cock out of his pants. His cock looked quite big but maybe only half as long and large as mine was at the very moment. Iveta stood up and walked to him to pretend to have closer look but shook her head sadly.

"Sorry Armand," she said with a mock sad voice, "It looks like you have a very tough competition here."

My jealousy was gone and I felt as proud as the guy who had the biggest dick in the room. Nina started to stroke my dick.

"Wow," she repeated, "This feels almost like a steel bar."

Armand rolled his eyes up and was going to say something, when we heard noises in the corridor leading to the break room. People were talking and coming closer. Suddenly I realized what kind of picture we would give to a stranger entering this room. Two girls dressed like prostitutes and three guys, two of which were sporting massive hard-ons. I sat there like paralyzed and I saw that Armand and Roberto looked also a bit panicked. Nina just smiled, shifted herself closer into my lap and covered my hard dick with the cloth of her skirt. Now it just looked like she was just innocently sitting on the top of my legs, even though my cock was uncomfortably pressed between my belly and Nina's back.

My loving wife looked at us, got the idea and rushed towards Armand to cover up his hard-on in the same way. She had to try three time because there was not a lot of cloth on her skirt and Armand's dick sprang out on the side again, but she managed to keep it under control just as the people entered the break room. I could not decide if I was upset or relieved that she had managed to hide the awkward sight. Somehow I felt very angry that my sweet and innocent wife was sitting so close to Armand's erection but I could not say anything because three people walked into the coffee room.

Director Shannya Tweeks walked in, clad in a nice red dress hugging her figure and valorizing her impressive cleavage. She was followed by a shy asian girl in her twenties dressed business casual like, very petite and with raven black hair. She was led in by Professor Royer who seemed to push her gently with his hands on her buttocks.

"Aha! here is the team," Director Tweeks exclaimed, "Let me introduce you to Anysa Lee who will join professor Royer's team as a lab assistant."

We all greeted the newcomer with signs of the hand and nobody stood up for obvious reasons. Then they walked towards the coffee machine and continued chatting, apparently the professor was giving an overview of the research center. I tried to shift in my seat since my cock was aching in this position and I could see that Armand was in a similar uncomfortable position. We could not stand up as the three visitors could see us by just turning their heads. Nina and Iveta were grinning at each other like schoolgirls, as if this situation was incredibly funny. For Armand and myself it just seemed awkward and even a bit painful.

I tried to have Nina bend a bit forward and she understood that my cock was hurting. The rubber of her buttplug was painfully pressing into my thigh. My cock was still as stiff as a metal rod and Nina did nothing to help with it, she was even giving it some gentle strokes through the cloth of her skirt when none of the three guests were watching. Actually I noticed that Director Tweeks had given me a couple of appreciative looks, she seemed to be very pleased with me flirting so openly with my female colleague. She was probably thinking that I was still following the plan to get information on what Professor Royer was up to.

In front of me I could see Roberto slowly enjoying his cup of coffee and Armand who was now grinning because he had pushed his hand under my wife's skirt. He must have been nasty because my dear Yveta was trying to fight him off discretely while watching our three guests. I felt really upset because he was taking advantage of the situation. When nobody was watching he groped under her skirt and Iveta squirmed on his lap, he lifted her a bit, fumbled behind my wife's butt and had her sit down again. Iveta opened her eyes wide and mouthed a silent "Oh!" with an expression of total surprise on her face. She recomposed her face quickly as Anysa had turned her head into our direction. Armand waited for the new girl to turn her attention back to Professor Royer and then proudly showed us the buttplug he had just removed from Iveta's ass.

"What an asshole!" I thought, and I was not thinking about Iveta's even though it was quite incredible that such a big item was fitting into the delicate parts of my slender wife. Armand leaned towards a nearby cupboard and hid the buttplug inside.

"Good idea," Nina whispered. She raised herself, removed her plug with a nice "plop!" and settled back on my lap again. An intense heat suddenly surrounded my hard dick. Before I realized what she was doing, she had impaled herself on me, she moved a couple of times to accommodate me correctly and then just sat there, our intercourse barely hidden by her skirt. All pain was gone and I felt incredibly comfortable now.

I was however completely torn apart internally. One half of my brain just wanted to go on and fuck this incredible woman on the spot, even with all bystanders nearby. The other half just realized in horror that I was betraying my dearly loved wife, who was sitting unsuspectingly just in front of us. She was innocently sitting on Armand's lap and smiling at us. I could not imagine what her reaction would be if she found out that my dick was not pressed against my belly anymore as Armand's probably was pressed against his, but was rock hard inside Nina's pussy. Wait a minute!! Judging by Nina's position I was not possibly in her pussy but in her gaping ass! Since she had widened it so nicely with her buttplug I had slipped in without any problem!! Just thinking about it my cock grew even larger!

"Its so big!" Nina whispered. She seemed like in ecstasy, barely keeping control of her body. "Don't move," she ordered, "or I'll cum on the spot!" She hinted at the new girl who was again glimpsing in our direction. I tried to think about something else in order to get rid of my hard-on but it just felt too good. Even with Nina not moving I remained as hard as granite. I felt Nina's body shiver at times, and I could nearly feel her efforts to not cry out loud.

"Put the plug away," I managed to stutter, as Nina was dreamily playing with it. She seemed to awake from a deep trance and hid her used buttplug under the coffee table. My sweet wife Iveta approved by slowly nodding. She was not smiling anymore and had glassy eyes and a far away look. I could hear her breathing heavily and her forehead was covered with sweat. She also seemed to tremble slightly and I realized with a terrible feeling that she must have guessed that I was sodomizing her sexy colleague. I wanted to talk to her, reassure her that it was just a terrible mistake, that I had been caught by surprise, I wanted ...

"... and I guess Roberto can have you visit the rest of the research center," I heard Director Tweeks say. "He is the only one not busy I see," she added with an approving look into my eyes. "You will be able to know Armand and Bertrand better a bit later."

The new girl Anysa smiled shyly at us and walked out of the coffee room behind Francois Royer and Shannya Tweeks, and followed by Roberto who turned around to show us two fingers spread into the victory sign.

Immediately Nina started to ride me like a cowboy on a bull in heat. She was raising herself and slamming her butt down again as hard as she could, moaning loudly. An intense pleasure built up in my cock and I tried to resist it as hard as I could. Nina was moving so hard and wildly that I could just guess that Iveta was trying to stand up but was immediately pulled down violently by Armand on his lap, and this over and over again. I could hear her cry and moan because her husband was fucking another woman.

Finally Nina's body started shaking, her feet thrashed and she squirmed in my lap, shouting, "I'm CUMMMINGGGGGGGG! OOOOooooOOOH"

"Me toooooooooo, AAAAAHHHH," my poor wife shouted, and I was proud of her for still playing the part she had imposed on herself.

Nina fell to the floor in front of me, dismounting me with a slurpish sound. Like in slow motion she turned to face me as I started coming also. The first three streaks of sperm hit her open mouth and they were so thick that her mouth was completely filled, then I just came and came and cum was flying all over her face and hair, onto her chin and shoulder, large glops dripping down her cleavage. I had never come so hard in my life! Some streaks were so powerful that they must have flown accross the room onto my dear Iveta, as I could see sperm also on her sweet face. I was not sure that I could stop cumming before I had emptied my whole body of all its fluids, ***** included. Finally, after a eternity, I sprayed less and less cum before stopping completely. I was totally exhausted. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as it was spinning wildly.

"WOAAAH!" I heard my sweet wife say. "I have never seen anything so sexy in my entire life!!" She had sperm on her face and lips as well which she tried to lick away, but it was nothing compared to her colleague. Nina looked like she had bathed in cum, she was just wasted! Her hair and clothes were completely soaked and cum was running down her face and body and dripping onto the floor.

Even Armand, who was still sitting with his limp dick outside of his pants, looked completely amazed. He was the first to come to his senses, adjusted his trousers and gave me a thumbs up.

"I understand now why Director Tweeks goes out with you," he said in a serious tone. "You make Peter North look like a school kid!"

I had no idea who Peter North was, but I was not interested in it at all. As I came down from the height of my orgasm I was only worried about my wife. She was probably going to **** me at home but right now she was looking at me amorously and with an intense pride, absentmindedly licking her fingers clean from the cum she had retrieved from her stained top. Actually Nina was looking at me in the same way, caressing my still hard dick with her sticky fingers.

"Are you coming, slut?" Armand yelled, standing at the door. "We need to play round two in a quieter place."

"Coming! " my loving wife shrieked happily. She bent quickly towards Nina, licked up a large glob of cum from her colleague's cheek and swallowed appreciatively.

"I think I will also need to play round three, four and five!" she giggled before following Armand outside.

I did not really understand what game they were going to play again after what just had happened. I just felt very tired but somehow I was still hard, with Nina slowly caressing my shaft.

"We need to clean up before other people come," I managed to stutter. I tried to stand up on failing legs and to cram my still hard dick into my pants.

Nina stood up too, still fighting with all the goo on her face and clothes. He hair was glistering with cum and her top was clinging on her big tits like it was glued on by the sticky substance. She was standing with her high heels in a real puddle of sperm. She looked like a used whore but she was beaming at me as if she was the happiest girl on earth.

"Don't worry Bertrand, I will call the cleaners. But you can't go like this, we have to do something about it." She pointed greedily at my hard-on I was unable to get back into my trousers. "How about we play round two, three and four also to get rid of this?"

I did not know how a game was going to help me with my raging erection but I could definitely not run around like this. The only solution was to get some more steam off and since my sweet Iveta had walked away and was probably very mad at me, it meant that only Nina was able to help me with this. I was in a deep **** already anyway, so fucking Nina a bit more was not going to change the situation a lot.

"Nina, maybe ... umm ... if I ... hmm ... could ... you know ... you and me ...to help me ... you know ... to get rid ..."

"Do you want me to book the nice hotel room?" Nina shrieked happily, jumping up and down with her big tits juggling and cum splashing on the floor. "I will just take a shower and change into a fresh dress! Don't run away please! Just sit here and hide your nice tool until I am back!"

With my raging hard-on I was not going anywhere anyway ...

the story of a NYMPHOCOM's victim - part 4

This night I was again awoken by the incredible sensation of a dripping wet pussy riding my hard dick. I had spent the entire afternoon fucking Nina senseless in order to get rid of the hard-on which did not want to go away. I arrived home exhausted as I had to come four more times before my cock started to go limp again. Then I had waited on my dearly loved wife Iveta, but she was probably working late as usual. I felt incredibly guilty of having cheated on my sweet wife and at the same time incredibly jealous because she had disappeared with our colleague Armand who made no secret about his desire to take have sex with her. I finally fell asleep on our couch, like I had several times in the past weeks, after reminding myself that my usually so uptight wife was only pretending to be slutty in order to keep her job. There was simply no way she could even think about cheating on me.

When I felt my wife impaling herself on my erection I felt relieved that she had not found out about my afternoon with Nina. She was not mad at me and somehow she was happy to have sex with me. I smiled to myself and slowly opened my eyes.

I thought I was still dreaming because the girl riding me as if her life depended on it, was not my wife Iveta. It was the nice asian girl, Anysa, who was in the research center this morning with Professor Royer and our research Director Shannya Tweeks. Anysa had a very slim body, quite tall for an asian girl. She had small and firm tits which were bouncing as she was riding me furiously. She was repeatedly lifting herself up, revealing my shaft glistering with her pussy juices, and then letting herself fall down engulfing all of my heard meat.



She was wearing nothing else than old style black nylons and suspenders, along with some high heels which were so pointy that they had pinned holes into the fabric of the couch. I did not care because it was a dream anyway and I hoped that I would not wake up too soon.

"Very good Anysa," said the voice of my dearly loved wife Iveta, "Now we will do a reverse ride. It is similar to this position but you face away from him, your butt towards his face."

I opened my eyes. On the side of my sight, my wife was looking at the scene, holding a video camera. She was dressed in a black latex skirt which could not hide that she was not wearing any panties, and a matching cup-less latex bra which was pushing her small breasts out, making them look much bigger.

Anysa swiftly obeyed Iveta's command and dismounted my cock. Pussy juices dripped on my lap showing that she was completely turned on by what she was doing, but nevertheless she was behaving as if she was under my wife's direction. She grabbed my hard dick and guided it back into her cunt. The sight of her tight ass, with her nice olive-colored asian skin was unbelievable. I could not resist and started grabbing her ass-cheeks. They felt very real and I realized with a shock that I was not dreaming at all.



Anysa shrieked happily and turned back at me smiling.

"Oh hello Bertrand," Iveta said casually. "Nice to have you awake finally." She was continuing to film Anysa's cunt filled with my cock but was beaming at me too.

"I hope you don't mind, we had an urgent request for a shooting and Professor Royer suggested that we ask a colleague for help. Nina said that you would be the best as you have the biggest and longest penis in the team."

"You ... you ... talked to Nina?" I stuttered, and a nauseating feeling of guilt crawled through my guts.

"Of course, we talk to each other all the time," my incredible wife answered, surprised, "Anyway, we came here because I knew that you wanted to fuck me tonight so I hoped that we could get you to help with this work. As you were asleep we already started with the blowjob, but the riding woke you up I guess. Its amazing that you can get so hard while ********!"

Anysa and Iveta laughed heart-fully at this remark and I relaxed a bit as my wife either did not know what I had done to Nina or she was not mad at it. And by the way my cock was buried in the hole of my new Asian colleague and she did not seem to mind either. She was even taping it!!

"So what ... um ... work are we talking about?" I inquired, now fully awake and aware of the burning sensation of Anysa's pussy. The awesome Asian girl was not moving anymore as if she was waiting for further instructions.

"You know that our customers can choose any office assistant to ... hmm ... help them with the projects we implement at the research center?"

I nodded slowly and felt a bang to my heart when I remembered how my so sweet and innocent wife went with this ugly, bald and obese investor, Alain Barquier.

"Well Professor Royer wanted to allow our clients to see the office assistants on the web. However he did not want that the photos and videos relate to the research center as he was afraid our competitors would copy our idea. This is why he thought of disguising all of this as a normal plain porn website."

"You ... you ... are publishing photos and videos of yourself on a porn website??" I exclaimed, completely taken aback.

"Nooo Bertrand, not at all," my wife replied patiently, "we are only *pretending* that it is a porn website. It is just camouflage, you understand? Who would be able to realize that the girls on 'naughty office sluts dot com' are in fact very serious office assistants in a very serious research center?"

"But this is ... porn ... sex ... I mean ...," I stammered.

Anysa turned around and looked straight in my eyes.

"This is not sex Bertrand," the incredible asian girl said. "I have a boyfriend I would never cheat on! If this was sex I just could not do it. It is just normal and usual work, so I have no problem with it."

I looked at my hard pole disappearing in her drenched pussy and tried to convince myself that this was not sex. It must be normal work if everybody was saying so and the feeling was just too good to allow my tired brain to think correctly. I started pumping up and Anysa beamed and resumed her riding enthusiastically."



"Very good," my sexy wife said encouragingly, "now try to talk dirty like we discussed."

Immediately Anysa started to talk like a whore in heat.

""Yes," she gasped. "Fuck me like the filthy cum-guzzling slut I am!!! Take this cheap cunt harder!!! Fuck me with your big dickkkkk!"

She went on like this for a couple minutes and Iveta was filming every second. I was really surprised when I noticed that she had her other hand on her pussy and stroking it slowly.

"So good, so good, so good," Anysa grunted in time as she rode me over and over. She growled loudly, and threw back her head in passion. "Yes, I'm comiiiiiing!!!"

She came hard, gasping for breath, her entire body trembling, screaming out loud, "Oh God yes, oh my fucking God!"

"Great orgasm!" Iveta complimented, "You are a really gifted model, Anysa. Cut! Let's arrange for the next scene."

Anysa dismounted my member with a slurping sound and pussy goo came running down her thigh. Iveta put down the camera and came to her colleague to rearrange her suspenders which had slipped a bit. She noticed Anysa's drenched leg, looked around for something to wipe it with and, since nothing was at hand, she just bent over to lick it clean. Anysa winced in ecstasy when my wife's pink tongue finally cleaned the space between her pussy lips. She lapped at it for a minute while Anysa squirmed at the aftermath of her orgasm. I nearly blew my load at the sight of my once so prude wife licking the juicy cunt of another woman.

My loving wife then turned her attention to my cock which was still standing steel hard. She decided that it was needing some cleaning as well and proceed to take it into her mouth. I realized that my cock seemed even longer than yesterday when I felt its tip pass Iveta's tight throat and plunge into her stomach. She looked as if she was doing that everyday as a morning exercise and did not seem to realize that she was handling that better than most professional porno star. My dick was fully erect and probably 30cm long but she had her nose on my belly and her tongue was flicking over my balls. She did not even ***** and repeatedly deepthroated me until she estimated that I was clean enough.

"Let's do some anal," she exclaimed after catching her breath. "Anysa, get on all fours on the floor and Bertrand you will come from above and I'll film from behind."

The sweet asian girl immediately positioned herself as desired. She reached for her cunt from below and I watched her middle finger disappears between her pink lips. She then withdrew her wet finger out of her pussy, and slowly eased it into her asshole. Iveta helped by licking her colleagues asshole with a lot of spit so that her tight backdoor was soon nicely lubricated.

Iveta then went back to grab her camera and Anysa reached for her asscheeks and gently pulled them apart. The sight of her tiny ass ready to be sodomized made my cock grew even larger and I was concerned where this would stop. I positioned myself above my colleague's fine ass and slowly eased my huge cock past the tight muscle of her asshole. While I buried my meat deeper and deeper, the little asian girl was fingering her pussy wildly and I could feel her body shiver with the approach of a new orgasmic wave.

"OHHHHH, that's it!!!" she hissed, "fuck my little asshole as deep as you can!!! fuckkkkkk!!! "

I felt her body shaken by an intense orgasm but I just kept pumping her violently for a couple of minutes more, enjoying the incredible feeling of this tight ass and amazed by the fact that her fragile frame was not torn apart by my invading cock. Anysa was shouting something unintelligible, maybe she was talking in Chinese, when another orgasm hit her hard, followed by two more before I stopped my pounding and removed my still hard dick from her intestines with a distinct 'plop'.

"That was A-MA-ZING!!" my sexy wife exclaimed. "This will be an extraordinary scene when I finish editing it!!"

She seemed incredibly horny and was excitedly rubbing her pussy while holding the camera in her other hand. I hesitated to ask her if she wanted to switch place with her asian colleague but I remembered that my sexy wife was just playing along with the scenario we had invented to keep her employed. There was no way she would agree to appear in a video with any sexual connotation.

"I love to work with you, Bertrand," Anysa sighed after she recovered from her chain-orgasms. We were all sweaty now so Iveta asked us to take a shower before resuming the filming. We spent the rest of the night shooting more than fifteen different positions and, even though I felt quite tired from the lack of *****, I never lost my concrete-like hard-on.

"Now for the final facial," Iveta announced while still fingering her pussy. She had missed one of the scenes because she had masturbated herself to climax and she lost the grip on the camera which fell on the couch. She instructed us to redo the scene much to the enjoyment of my asian playmate who was playing with increased motivation in the hope we would have to redo yet another scene if my wife orgasmed again.

Anysa went on her knees in front of me to receive her reward after the hard work she had done. Her sweet face, framed by her raven black hair, looked so innocent that it seemed impossible that something as naughty as sperm might come even close to it. She smiled at me expectantly, and my sexy wife adjusted the camera to catch even the smallest drop. The sexy asian girl massaged my cock, flicking occasionally over its tip with her tongue to hungrily lick up the precum which it was leaking profusely. She had her other hand over her pussy with at least three fingers buried in it and she looked like she was going to cum again soon.

I felt the pressure building up and one final wank from her gifted hand threw me over the edge. I released a huge amount of sperm, built up over the hours we spent "working" and I nicely coated Anysa's pretty young face, mouth, hair and tits.



"Bertrand ... Oh God! Yes! Bertrand ..Oh GOD ...OH GOD I'M ... Oooohhhh!"

She crumbled on her back shaking and shivering while I continued to spurt cum all over her body. My once so uptight wife zoomed in and out to capture all details, furiously rubbing on her clit until she fell on her knees, trembling from ecstasy. She put the camera down and started kissing and licking her asian colleague all over her body, inserting two fingers into her twat, and malaxing her tits. Anysa replied in the same way and both girls were soon masturbating each other intensely.



I discretely took the camera and started to film, as this was a sight I wanted to keep a souvenir of. I hoped that my wife would not notice as I was sure that she would be very upset to be recorded in such a slutty attitude. My cock was still rock hard and I feared that I would have the same problem as yesterday when I could not get rid of my hard-on. I put the filming camera on the coffee table nearby and came closer to the two girls who were now rubbing their cum-smeary bodies against each other and tongue-kissing passionately. My wife's fine ass was just there for me to grab while she was taking care of her female colleague. I pulled her ass-cheeks apart to get a good view of her drenched pussy. Both girls turned to me beaming with their faces white from cum and Iveta encouragingly pushed her butt closer to my throbbing cock.

I realized that I hadn't fucked my own wife's pussy in ages and just the thought of it made we want her very badly. I positioned my cock gently between the lips of her cunt and then ran the head of my dick up and down the gash of her pussy. I plunged it deep into her waiting cunt and started working her with long, slow strokes. My dearly loved wife gasped at the invasion but then resumed her licking of her asian colleague, scooping up a large glob of cum from her chest and sharing it lovingly with her in a tender kiss. I started pounding my wife's pussy harder and harder and I felt her body starting to tremble.



"OH,my GOD!!! I'm fucking commmmmming!!!" Iveta screamed! "OH,OH,OH ****!!! Fuck my pussy! OH YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!"

I held her tight by her hips and her hair so that she could not move and continue ramming my cock home. Iveta had a dozen orgasms in a row before I let go of her when I felt my own climax approaching. She crumbled onto Anysa who was looking at me admiringly and took her into her arms. I aimed my cock at the two girls and shot another huge load all over them. It felt that my entire body was struggling to keep up for the demand of cum and I nearly fainted from the effort. When I looked up at my sexy wife and her colleague they looked as if they had just bathed in white cum. Iveta's face was completely soaked and Anysa's black hair was mostly white from cum streaks.

"That was wonderful, Bertrand," my wife whispered, before remembering that all of this was no fun but serious work. "Errr ...I mean good job, Bertrand." She then noticed the camera which was still filming.

"And you recorded it all?" she shrieked happily. "Really you are a great professional! I will edit this to get it on the website ASAP!"

Instead the two girls started over licking each other's faces to retrieve as much cum as possible and swallow it hungrily.

"I guess we had our breakfast," the stunning asian said when they were both clean. Iveta and Anysa laughed out loud and, holding hands, kissing passionately for a couple of minutes.



Then they hurried towards the bathroom to take a shower together. I sat on our cum stained couch and leaned my head back to get a bit of rest but I immediately fell sound asleep.

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I slept until mid-afternoon and jumped at the thought that I was very late for work! I grabbed my phone to call Director Tweeks because I was afraid to lose my job.

"Don't you worry, Bertrand," Shannya Tweeks said with a happy voice. "You are doing a great job. I talked to the new girl and she said that you have spent the night working with her. I am very pleased."

As the images of our nightly "work" session flipped through my mind my dick started growing again. I had the impression that I had dreamed it all, there was no way I had fucked this asian girl senseless into all of her holes, or was it?

"I talked to Nina as well, " our sexy Director continued, with some amusement in her tone, "She could barely walk this morning. It seems that you are very 'performant' to say the least."

I then remembered that I also had spent the afternoon inside my big tittied colleague and, with regards what I had done to her, it was surprising that she could walk at all.

"Actually I would like to talk to you about our little agreement, I am sure that you might have something more to tell me by now."

I replied that I had indeed learned something new and I explained to our sexy Director that I believed Professor Royer was hiring a harem of girls who were providing "special" services to potential customers and investors to entice them to chose our research center over our competitors. This was close to procuring and therefore probably very illegal. Apparently this Professor was able to find the sluttiest girls to join his team, like Nina or this new asian girl Anysa. I also mentioned the website my wife had talked about.

"This is a very serious accusation, Bertrand." Shannya Tweeks said in a concerned tone of voice. "I will call in a meeting this morning and I'll have Professor Royer justify his actions."

She also asked me to investigate the porn website to see if I could download any evidence to present during that meeting.

It hit me like thunder strike when I realized that my uptight and prude wife Iveta belonged to Francois Royer's this team as well!! Iveta was behaving in the same way as these other girls who seemed only preoccupied to fuck everything which had a hard cock. She had sworn to remain faithful to me but how was she going to manage the customers who would ask her to have sex? And what would she say if her turn came to shoot a scene for this fake porn website on which the investors were choosing their 'consultants'. At some point she was going to get cornered and would have to choose between losing her job and putting us into a difficult financial situation, or playing along and breaking her promise to remain faithful to me, her husband. I was not sure if I could survive the sight of my wife having sex with another man.

I started to feel a bit sick when I remembered that I had not remained faithful to my dearly loved wife. But she was the one who pushed Anysa onto my erection! And by the way, my wife was playing the role of a naughty bitch, but how was it possible that I was suddenly able to fuck for hours on end, to ejaculate massively a dozen times in a day and how in hell did I end up with a penis which was twice as large as it was usually??

I also remembered to check the website and I turned my laptop on to have a look. The "Naughty office sluts" website looked like many other sites I had seen, I was not a big porn consumer but I occasionally had a glimpse when my sweet wife was not in the mood for sex for a couple of months in a row. Many of the girls there well know stars like Aletta Ocean or Honey Demon and it took me some time to find a link to "special services" hidden among many links for other pages filled with porn.

I recognized Anysa immediately, her petite frame and black hair. The photos were sexy but not pornographic and rather amateurish compared to the professional productions on the rest of the site.

I nearly had a heart attack when I also found my sweet wife Iveta. There were nude photos and I felt very jealous but also relieved because I was expecting the worst. Actually she looked less whorish than in the outfits she was wearing to work.

There was a button labelled "MEMBERS" but I was prompted for a password when I clicked on it. I guessed that the investors were given this password to get access to more pictures and to chose the girl they wanted to meet. And they were probably going to see more revealing stuff like the movie we had recorded tonight.

With mixed feeling I went to get a shower and prepare myself for the meeting with Director Shannya Tweeks. I hoped that she was able to stop this madness.

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I arrived into my office in a hurry. Armand and Roberto were just leaving to go to the meeting room and I hurried to catch up with them. They greeted me with handshakes and big smiles and for once I felt as if I was part of the team. I guessed that it was the result of my performance with Nina in the break room yesterday. Director Tweeks was already waiting and gave us an ice queen look because we were five minutes late.

"I guess Professor Royer has decided to keep us waiting," she remarked, and the temperature in the room went down several degrees. Roberto, Armand and I settled around the meeting room table. I looked at Shannya Tweeks and wondered how business-like she was looking. She caught my look and smiled back warmly. Of course my male colleagues noticed it and gave me a discrete wink.

After a couple of minutes five sexy girls walked into the room followed by Professor Royer. My heart jumped when I recognized my loving wife Iveta who was dressed very sexily with tight black spandex pants, a tight top underlining her slim and sportive figure, and killer high heels which made her look like at least 15cm taller. She was followed by a big breasted brunette who was dressed similarly sexy but her top was several sizes too small and gave her an incredible cleavage. Next came a nice black girl, also well endowed, but she was wearing a red one-piece swimsuit along with her high heels. Then came Anysa and Nina who were giggling nervously.

The brunette and the black girl were probably new hires and my dick twitched at the thought of such beauties doing porno movies for the fake website. I could see Armand coming closer to the table to get a better look and even Shannya Tweeks looked interested by the five sexy girls who were now standing in a row near the back wall of the room.

Professor Royer took a seat at the meeting table and looked very nervous. He put down several papers, a pen and an old remote control he had probably forgotten in his pocket.

"Is your team complete, Professor Royer?" our sexy Director snapped.

"Yes, it is, Director Tweeks," Francois Royer answered a bit uneasily. "You know most of them but let me introduce you to Diane and Julie who I have hired as special consultants."

Both new girls beamed and greeted and took their place back in the row.

"So Professor, could you please explain to me why your female coworkers all look like prostitutes?" I heard Armand suppress a burst of laughter but the five girls smiled warmly as if Shannya Tweeks had just warmly complimented their outfit.

"Well Director," the Professor exclaimed in a nervous voice, "our special consultants have won several projects for our research center we would never have won otherwise." He paused a bit dramatically, while the girls all proudly pressed out their chests. "In order to avoid our competitors to replicate our success, I have decided to camouflage our consultancy operations as a production company for x-rated movies. That way it looks completely unrelated to our research center, however our customers still can find out which consultant they want to hire thanks to the website we are currently building."

Francois Royer went on for a couple of minutes, describing the way we were winning projects by providing consultants disguised as classy prostitutes. Everything was arranged in the way that the production company was seen as being located in the United States of America, a country which was flooding the world with pornography anyway. Everything was just work, no sexual service were provided, ever.

"I see," Shannya Tweeks interrupted, "you are saying that our consultants look like they were providing sexual services when in fact they only provide professional consulting advices related to the projects."

"Exactly," Professor Royer exclaimed,"the is *absolutely* no sex involved whatsoever. And I am sure that our team would never agree to do any work of sexual nature, this would be offending!" All five girls shook their head as if the thought of this was disgusting. My sweet wife Iveta was looking shocked and glimpsed towards me to make sure I had gotten the message. Only Armand and Roberto did not seem to mind any work related to sex but I was not sure if we had many female investors to supply with male consulting services.

"Can you tell me exactly what our consultants are doing? I mean if I was an investor and, lets say I would like to have Iveta as a consultant?" Director Tweeks looked towards me as if she was starting to doubt my informations. I started to question myself : was I wrong with my suspicions? I noticed that the Professor was playing absentmindedly with his old remote control. My dearly loved wife took a step forward like a good soldier ready to serve.

"Iveta would put you in a mindset where you would definitely chose to invest our money in our center," Professor Royer explained with an evil grin. "Iveta, why don't you show our Director your consultancy skills?" I watched my sexy wife walk sexily towards Shannya Tweeks on her stiletto heels, going on her knees and disappearing under the table. Shannya Tweeks looked down, raised an eyebrow but said nothing and waited. I could not understand what this kind of consultancy was about, except if my loved Iveta had again turned into a lesbian and was going to lick our Director juicy pussy. Apparently this is exactly what was happening as we now all could hear distinct lapping sounds.

"Not bad," Director Tweeks said with a sexy undertone, "but I don't think that this will be enough to convince meeeeeAHHHH!"

Our stunning research Director started to tremble under an intense orgasm.

"OHHHHHHH MY GOOOOODDD!! FUCK! I'M .... I'M .... fucking COMIIIIIIIING!!"

Everybody was watching our sexy Director nearly crumble down under the table as she could not sit straight on her chair anymore. I could not believe what I saw. My loving Iveta just had licked Shannya Tweeks to an incredible orgasm even though Professor Royer had stated several times that no sex was involved. What was going on? I looked at the Professor who was smiling proudly while still holding the old remote control.

My wife Iveta soon reappeared from below the table, beaming at us like she just had successfully completed an important mission. Her face and top were completely drenched and I suspected that our Director just had squirted all over her.

"You see," Francois Royer said to Director Tweeks who was just recovering from her intense climax, "There is no sex whatsoever involved but I believe that you are now in a very receptive mindset. If you were a potential customer I am sure you would immediately sign with us. "

"Where do I sign?" Shannya Tweeks panted, and everybody around the meeting table laughed out loud at the joke.

"I think this is an excellent business model," she continued finally after rearranging her clothes a bit. "Lets discuss our potential future customers now."

Professor Royer handed her the paper he has brought with him and he nodded towards Iveta who crouched back under the table.

"Hmmm," Director Tweeks sighed, "I will take Iveta home with me tonight to further test her skills as a highly trained consultant."

I felt a pang of jealousy tearing through my stomach but I forgot about it the instant the big breasted brunette came towards me.

"Hello, " she said with a sweet smile, "I am Diane, can I please suck your cock?"

I was so deep in my thoughts that I had not noticed that all girls had taken place in front of each of us. Iveta was already busy with the Director's dripping cunt, Anysa was next to the professor, Nina was already sucking Armand's cock, and the black girl, Julie, was opening Roberto's fly.

The meeting took quite long, mostly because it took Director Tweeks so long to read through a couple of pages as she was constantly interrupted by a mind-crushing orgasm. Somehow, while feeding my consultant Diane 30 cm of hard cock, I noticed that once in a while Professor Royer was fumbling with the old remote control and I started to suspect that this innocent looking device was somehow connected to all the madness happening there. All men in the room also ejaculated at the same moment and again the hands of the Professor were on the remote.

Diane stood up with a cum-smeared face, thanked me heart-fully for working with her today, and hoped to work with me again in the future. Armand and Roberto gave each other a high five and my once so prude wife Iveta came up again, drenched in pussy juices and smiling lovingly.

"Best meeting ever!" Armand exclaimed when we left the room.

the story of a NYMPHOCOM's victim - part 5

For nearly one week I barely saw my loving wife Iveta. Director Shannya Tweeks was taking up all of her time, keeping her busy in her office during working hours and bringing her back to her home for some overtime in the evenings. The days went on quite uneventful if I exclude the parts where the girls, Nina, Anysa, Diane and Julie, came to our office to "work" with us. Armand and Roberto would jump at every chance but I always refused, pretending to have other work to finish. I could see that the girls were really disappointed about my refusal but my bad conscience was ordering me to behave. If Iveta was faithful to me then I would remain faithful to her, and I hoped that she would forget about my afternoon with Nina.

My colleagues and I were concentrating on some tasks this morning when I heard the girls walking in again. They were joking and giggling like schoolgirls and when I raised my eyes I was really surprised to see Iveta along with Nina and Julie.

"We need to do a shooting for our website," Julie said happily, and Armand and Roberto started to grin evilly. "Iveta gets to chose since she had enough pussy in the last few days and needs a hard cock urgently!"

Everybody exploded in cheers and I gasped and flushed at that obscene statement. I looked back down at my screen trying to pretend that I was working, but my mind was racing. My wife was not supposed to "work" for this fake porn website since it involved sex with other men and women, and here she was with Julie who only recently had shot a scene where she took on three men at the same time. I was really tempted to spring up, reveal everything about our marriage and get fired for not following the business guidelines of our research center. At least I would have protected my dearly loved wife from putting herself in an awkward, if not dangerous, situation. I was sure that Iveta was never going to shoot a scene for that website but I was not sure how long she was able to excuse herself around doing so. On the other hand our financial situation was really bad, and if we both lost our jobs we would probably have to sell our home and move into some of the shabby neighborhoods of Paris.

Before I could think further Iveta was coming to me. For once she was dressed decently, nearly business casual, except for the skirt which was too short to hide the top of her black stockings and her top which was revealing a bit too much cleavage thanks to a nice racy push-up bra. She gave me a quick wink of the eye that only I could see and said in a mock condescending tone, "I am not sure if I like working with you but I think you have the best 'tool' for this scene."

I was relieved and shocked at the same time. Iveta had found a way to shoot a scene but without cheating on me! She was going to shoot with me! On the other hand I was not letting my sweet wife appear in a published porno movie, even if I was the male actor. Millions of people would be able to see us fucking on this website, and it was just a matter of time before these videos would end up with somebody we knew.

"You can say that loud," Nina shrieked happily, "the biggest 'tool' in town!"

A stroke of fear and guilt hit me when I remembered my fuck session with my big-tittied colleague but Iveta did not even react. Somehow I was not able to say a word, caught between the need of getting us out of this situation, my guilt, my wife's sexyness, and the need to play along to protect our secret and our jobs. I was like frozen, looking at my wonderful wife who was waiting for me to acknowledge that I was going to 'work' with her.

"Bertrand never wants to work with us," Julie remarked sadly, "I guess you will have to do with one of the usual suspects."

Armand and Roberto sprang up to show their eagerness to help out. Iveta looked at me desperately but when she saw that I was not going to say anything she quickly recomposed her face.

"Some people are not real team players," she spat and turned to my colleagues. "I guess I need both of you to make up for the required 'tool'-size!"

Armand and Roberto grinned widely, ignoring the comment about the size of their 'tools', and rushed to take my lovely Iveta into her arms. My brain went numb when I saw my sweet wife beam ecstatically at them.

"Let's get that scene done, bitch!" Armand laughed and gave my wife's ass a loud slap.

Again my wife beamed as if just got a nice compliment and stuck out her buttocks to get another slap. Then my colleagues grabbed her asscheeks roughly and pushed her impatiently out of the door.

I knew that my faithful Iveta was not going to fuck them, I was sure of that, but how was she going to get out of this situation? I just sat there completely stunned for at least five minutes before my brain resumed its operations and I rushed out of my office to see what I could do to help with dearly loved wife.

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I had no idea where the shootings were taking place and I cursed myself for not reacting sooner. Most of the rooms in the research center were used for offices or labs and I was at a loss to figure out where my colleagues could have gone with my wife. Searching near Professor Royer's labs I found Anysa who was just opening a door to one of the nanotech labs.

"Hello Bertrand," she greeted my warmly, "How are you today?"

Somehow my dick started to stir in my pants at the memories of me fucking this stunning Asian girl into all of her holes. She noticed me blush, giggled and led me into the room.

The large lab had been completely transformed. Before there were large machines and computers taking up all the space, now this place looked like a huge sex shop. Skimpy clothes were on display everywhere, toys in all sizes and even some porn DVDs were visible on some shelves. A makeup table was installed in one corner and a computer screen in another, along with several digital cameras in all sizes.

"Don't be shy," Anysa said in a reassuring tone, "You have done it already, remember?"

"Remember what?" I blurted out.

"Well you already shot with me! I am disappointed that you don't remember!" she laughed. "I imagine that you are here to prepare for a scene, no? With who are you shooting?"

It took a second for me to realize that this was the room used to dress and makeup the actors who were going to record porn video clips for the fake website of Professor Royer.

"Sit down I will make you up so that you look nice on camera," Anysa went on happily. "I really hope to be able to work with you again one day!"

"With Iveta!" I spat out, "I work with her!!"

Anysa gave me a very surprised look.

"hmm, I just prepared her, she left two minutes ago, along with Julie and Nina and your two buddies."

"Where did they go?" I yelled while sprinting to the door.

"I don't know, they left by car so I guess they must be shooting in one of the studios, or a nice hotel, or even outside. I don't think you will catch them."

I sat down on the chair, facepalming, trying to calm down. My lovely wife would sure find a way out of this situation, I was sure that she would rather give up her safe job than shoot a porno flick with other men. Anysa was browsing through several pages on the screen.

"Ah yes," she exclaimed, "Today's scene is about gapes for Iveta. Its a request from a large customer, the BBC club. Indeed you would have been the best actor, not sure why Julie chose Armand and Roberto ..."

I did not really understood what she meant but I knew that the BBC, the British television network, was a very important customer for who we were running several large projects.

"Since you are here, maybe you could help me for a short while?" Anysa said in a shy voice. "I need to practice my deepthroat skills."

"Sorry?" I blurted out stupidly.

"You see, if have been training with some of these dildos," she said, pointing at some of the sex toys lying on a shelf. "I really would like to try with your nice cock again, if you agree."

I was trying to answer that I would not do it but Anysa was already stripping her clothes and immediately a huge bulge formed in my trousers.

"I take it as a yes," Anysa laughed out happily when she witnessed my reaction. "What do you want me to wear?"

"I really can't ..." I started but Anysa interrupted me with a wicked smile.

"You help me and I'll drive you to were Iveta is shooting, Julie has written down the location on the website!"

I could only agree. For the next two hours Anysa swallowed my hard meat in every way possible, letting it go down in her throat and then swallowing to massage the shaft. It was an incredible and intense feeling which erased my guilt completely. Only when she nearly fainted from lack of oxygen during a very long attempt I asked to put a stop to this. Anysa thanked me heartfully. She turned off the camera which she had used to record all of the session.

"You know, Iveta is the anal queen, Nina has huge boobs, Julie is a gifted director, now I will be the deepthroat expert."

Before I could ask what she meant by anal queen, Anysa threw on a t-shirt which was barely reaching below her butt. With only this piece of cloth on she gently pushed me out of the former lab and towards the research center's parking lot.

"Let me drive you to the location of the shooting as promised," she smiled, "It's at Iveta's home, maybe we can help out there?"

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Obviously nobody knew that Iveta's home was also my home. When we arrived I saw that only my wife's car was there. I convinced Anysa to just drop me off, asking her to mount the video we just had done to make it ready for the website. She was so really happy to be able to have another scene of her uploaded there that she drove off in a hurry to get back to the lab.

I rushed into our home and Iveta was alone as I expected. The shooting was already over. When she heard me entering, she looked surprised and then rushed to jump into my arms.

"Oh my darling! my love! I love you sooooo much! I am so proud of you!!"

She was wearing a real slutty attire with a black corset and latex bra and panties along with stockings and suspenders, but I could not check her out as she was holding me tight.

"You were absolutely convincing with your disgusted look when I asked you to shoot with me," she smiled, covering me with kisses at the same time. "Nobody will ever be able to tell that we love each other!"

She was thinking that I had acted to cover up our secret even better. I loved her so much but my guts were aching at the thought of what possibly had happened to her in the last two hours.

"So ... so ... how did the shooting go?" I asked uneasily.

"It was fantastic!! Wonderful, really wonderful!" my sweet wife exclaimed, jumping up and down like an exited schoolgirl. "At the end Julie used one of the Coke bottles from the fridge to stretch my asshole and film amazing gapes! She said that even professional pornstars were not able to do this!!"

"But you ... you did not fuck Armand and Roberto?" I stuttered awkwardly, my ***** leaving my veins at the expectation of the response.

"Of course not, silly!" my stunning wife replied amused, "You are still unsure about me remaining faithful to you? I mean you are the only man I had sex with in my life! I don't plan to change that, I swear to God! Besides you know that I am not too much into anything sexual, you have nothing to worry!"

"So a Coke bottle up your ass is nothing sexual??"

"Of course not my darling, it's just work!"

There it was again, this flawed logic which seemed to be all over the female staff of our research center. My thoughts wandered to the infamous Professor Royer who I suspected had something to do about it.

"And licking Shannya Tweeks' pussy is just work as well?" I exclaimed, now a bit upset.

"Yeah! It felt a bit awkward at the beginning but then it became very natural. I love this job!! By the way she told me that I will get a bonus! Isn't that great? This will help us paying our bills for sure."

My wife was so happy about it that I tried to hide my irritation.

"This is great!" I smiled weakly, "but aren't you tired?"

"Not at all," she replied full of energy. "Actually after this shooting, I have to go to Professor Royer's lab to prepare for this next mission. He told me to go home to freshen up and then return to the office immediately."

"But we never get some time for us, I barely saw you in the last few days!!"

"Don't get upset my Bertrand," she replied calmly. "The customer is the BBC club and they want to do a documentary about Dinosaur Dick. They even agreed that we use the documentary on our website. Isn't that great? Your shy little wife will appear on the web for this great customer!"

I could not really understand what a BBC documentary on dinosaurs would have to do on a porn website but my brain was probably not awake enough yet.

"Ok, I agree that the BBC is a huge customer but what do you have to prepare? Disguise as a cave woman?"

My sweet wife looked at me as if I just had gone crazy.

"Its not for the BBC, its for the BBC club!" she insisted.

"Yeah whatever," I smiled, "Its all the same."

"Oh Bertrand, thank you so much for being so understanding. I was afraid that you would mind because its a ... umm ... difficult mission but I am really relieved that you agree!"

"But Anysa said that the shooting today was for the BBC already?"

"It was just the preparation my darling, tonight is the meeting with the customer. They have paid for this preparation shooting."

I was confused.

"The BBC paid for a video with you and a Coke bottle up your ass??"

"The BBC club yes, Dinosaur Dick wants to be sure that I can be stretched enough! He is enormous."

"I can imagine that dinosaurs are enormous *******, but they are extinct," I gasped exasperatedly.

"They probably will after I will be done with them," she giggled, getting up to remove her corset and top. I was flabbergasted. My once so prude wife Iveta was totally against any type of body modifications but here she was sporting a very nice belly button piercing!
"But ... but ...." I stammered stupidly.

"I see you like it," she smiled, "I got some in the nipples and the clit too! Shannya said that it would look sexy!"

She removed her latex bra and her corset. Actually it looked quite sexy, but still awkward on my own lovely wife. My cock went hard and Iveta noticed it through my pants. She jumped into my arms and tongue-kissed me passionately. Iveta then stood up and smiled proudly.
"I am soooo happy that you like it!" she shrieked excitedly, "I was a bit afraid you wouldn't. I hope the guys from the BBC club will like these piercings too!"

"This is ridiculous," I replied, almost laughing out loud, "I met the guys from the BBC several times, most of them are near the retirement age, I don't think they will be so much interested in your body-art!"

"Its not the BBC, its the BBC club!" Iveta answered in an mock exasperated tone. Eventually I noticed a tattoo on her back. She came towards me proudly and remove her latex panties to show it to me. "I love BBC" was written just above some tribal drawings and just above her great asscheeks.
"And you got a temporary tattoo as well?" I exclaimed, completely aghast.

"Oh no," my loving wife laughed, "It is a permanent one, I thought that they would come handy also in the future."

She smiled at me lovingly. "I also plan to have one saying 'Connie Wilde, Pornstar' on my forearm", and seeing my interrogative face she added, "Connie Wilde is my pornstar name!"

She giggled excitedly, "Professor Royer thought it would add additional credibility to our roles, to cover up our secret consultancy department. We all got an official pornstar name, I think Anysa picked one for you too."

I opened my mouth and closed it several times without being able to speak a word. My sweet loving wife, who used to be so conservative, was sporting a big permanent tattoo, and she was wanting one identifying her as adult actress. I knew that this was all just fake but somehow it found that it was going to far. I tried to keep calm.

"But if these are permanent, what will you do if you have another customer who is not the BBC?" I asked, trying to find a failure in my wife's weird logic.

"Its for the BBC club!" She repeated in an exasperated tone, "The one with Dinosaur Dick!"

"I know that!" I sighed impatiently, "The club of the BBC who is publishing documentaries about dinosaurs! Its all over discovery channel!!"

"Exactly!" my dear Iveta laughed out loud, "And I will be doing the documentary with them! It will be quite a challenge! Aren't you proud of me? "
"I am my darling," I replied somewhat sarcastically, as I was getting really irritated . "The BBC is a very large customer of our research center and I think you are the best consultant to take care of this mission. But maybe you should also get a permanent tattoo saying 'cum slut' or 'cheap whore'? You sure are looking like one and it would cover up our secret even more!"

"Ohhhh really?" my sweet wife beamed, "This is fantastic, I am sooooo happy that you agree! I will have these tattoos after my mission with the BBC club just to please you! Maybe I should also get breast surgery? I should have big boobs like a real whore would have, don't you think?"
My mind went numb and an unbearable pain ripped through my guts. I had refused to see the truth but I was seeing it now. My wife had turned into one of our research center's prostitutes. There were no so called 'consultants', only nice looking girls bribing customers into spending money on projects with us.

Before I could react my once so tight up Iveta gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "I need to shower now or I will be late!!!"

I was devastated, I was sure that Iveta was still faithful to me but I was sure also that it would not last long. She was being manipulated and I knew suddenly that the only possible suspect for the mastermind position was Professor Francois Royer! I had to stop him.
"I'll drive you to the center," I said, while my sweet wife was hugging we strongly after my last compliment.

"Oh Bertrand, you are the best husband in the world!! I love you soooooo much!" she exclaimed. "But we need to hurry, we are going to be late! I'll take my shower quickly."

She sat down on the couch to remove her heels. My eyes went wide when I saw that she had again two plugs in her pussy and her ass.

"It is to prepare for the documentary," she explained apologetically while trying to remove the plugs which seemed huge. The one in her ass left a gaping hole the size of a tennis ball! My brain stopped to function just after I realized that I was having a huge erection. I kneeled in front of my wife, ripped my hard cock out of my pants and in the same movement I rammed my hard cock into her open asshole.

"Ohhhhh Bertand, " Iveta moaned when I started pounding her anally and ********, "You .... ahhh .... want to help me .... OH! ... prepare? That is sooooOOOOH .... nice of you!!!"

I was able to insert my large dick into her asshole up to the hilt without encountering any resistance. She seemed to be completely loosened up by the huge buttplug.

"Wait .... my darling, " my loving wife panted, and she inserted the larger plug into her pussy. This made her anal hole smaller and I now felt ecstatic sensations when I rammed in and out.

"But why do you need plugs in your pussy and ass to prepare for a BBC documentary?" I asked while I senselessly hammered my hard meat home.



"It .... AAAAH ... is the .... owwww .... BBC club!" my wife tried to answer, her "I love BBC" tattoo jerking up and down because of my thrusts. The horrible thought crossed my mind again.

"You will not have sex with any of the BBC members, won't you?"

"No sex .... OOOH .... I will always be .... AAHAHH! ... faithful to you ... my love!! Never ever oooOOOH! .... I will have sex with anothAAAAH! .... man or woman oooooooOOOH!"

I was reassured about her promise, but somehow I still was sure that some foul-play was involved. I was definitely accompanying my sexy wife to find out why loosening her asshole would help preparing for a BBC documentary. Iveta was on the verge of climaxing and she pulled on my thigh to make me fuck her even harder. I had never seen her so horny, actually I had never seen her even a little bit horny, and now she was begging to get sodomized as hard as possible. As she started to tremble violently, I withdrew quickly and aimed my dick at her face just before I went over the edge. Even though my wife was nearly fainting from pleasure she still had the reflex to open her mouth wide to catch the first three cumshots which she greedily swallowed. The rest splattered all of her face, chest and tummy and over the couch.

"Sorry I know that you are late ..." I stuttered when I caught my breath.

"I am not late anymore," my stunning wife answered while collecting all of my cum from her body with her fingers and licking them clean. "I just had lunch now so no need to cook anything!"

I laughed out loud but she just smiled, apparently she was dead serious. She leaned forward to lick the rest of the sperm on the couch, making slurping sounds and making sure to not leave anything behind. My wife did not need ***** anymore and was happy to have fresh cum as a replacement for food!

"Delicious," she exclaimed, "Your sperm tastes the best my darling!"

She stood up and removed the rest of her clothes before hurrying towards the shower, leaving me to worry about how she was able to compare tastes of sperm! I could not think about it further as the implications were making me sick.

While my wife was showering I grabbed one of the kitchen knives and put it into my bag. I was going to have a talk with Professor Royer and he was going to give me answers even if I had to threaten him!

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I drove my sweet wife to the door on the back of the research center and Anysa came to open the door.

"Hurry!" the sexy Asian girl screamed happily, "You have to get made-up and dressed!"

I parked the car in the front parking lot, noticed Professor Royer's car nearby and walked quickly in direction of the offices. I trusted that Iveta was reasonably safe, the old men from the BBC would probably just want to be entertained by some nice looking girls and I could not imagine them even getting a hard-on.

I rushed into Professor Royer's lab, not even knocking at the door.

"Ah there you are Bertrand," the Professor greeted me in a friendly way, "I have been looking for you. I need to talk to you, I really need your help!"

He did not even seem to notice that I was in a rage. I felt the knife in my pocket and decided to calm down and wait what he was going to say.

Professor Royer invited me to sit down. He offered me something to ***** but I refused. I settled down into one of the chairs and tried very hard to control my anger. This is when the real truth struck me! The professor proceeded very calmly to explain that he had invented a device which was able to control the human brain and that he had used it to turn normal women into sex hungry maniacs who were attracting customers to our center. He also mentioned that he controlled some of the men as well to give them additional sex drive to be able to fuck for hours and produce videos for the website he had set up. All of the situation now became clear!

"We are making incredible benefits, obscene amounts of money, and we are not even talking about the revenue of the projects these customer bring us," he explained with an ecstatic look on his face.

I listened to this mad scientist and everything fell together, the behavior of my wife and her colleagues, my increased ability when it came to have sex and the old remote the Professor had been using at some point - this is where the mind-control device was hidden. An ice cold calmness invaded me, I knew that I was going to stab this monster to death! He had corrupted my innocent wife and pushed several others to prostitute themselves! He was going to pay! But first I wanted to understand his plans ...

"... and of course I would like you to get your share of this wealth ... if you help me."

"And what kind of share are we talking about? And what would I have to do?" I asked, holding my hands together to hide that they were shaking under the rush of adrenaline before the imminent ******.

"Nothing difficult indeed, " said the evil Professor, "I don't have time to look after the girls and to hire new promising 'models' and I would like you to do that, in short to manage and grow the team for our customers."

I was going to stand up and **** this guy but he added, "I think at the beginning you could count with 100k euros per month, and you would get an official promotion to senior Director. Just think about having Shannya Tweeks as one of your direct reports!"

I was speechless. For a moment my anger disappeared as I thought that this was an incredible offer, more than twenty times my current salary and a promotion at least four levels above my current job. But soon enough my suspicions came back.

"But I don't understand Professor Royer," I hissed under my breath, "If you can control everybody's brain, why didn't you just control mine and make me do what you want?"

"Good question Bertrand," he laughed, "I knew that you were a clever guy! And actually I need a clever guy to run this team. Just look at Armand and Roberto, they can't think about anything else than sex. You need to be able to take your own decisions to be able to help me. This is why I just controlled you initially to enhance your ... 's****s'. Right now you are completely without any influence from my device. And please call me Francois because, if you agree, you will be sort of my boss!"

"You would not mind to work under my direction?"

"Of course not," he replied amused, "I prefer to stay hidden, I will concentrate on enhancing my invention and I don't need to have a very visible job to do that. And anyway, the people above you will be controlled as well, so that I can get your exceptional promotion approved. I only need one friend to share my secret with and to help each other."

"But what if I refuse?" I asked bluntly. "Will you erase my brain?" I firmed my grip around my knife in my pocket.

Francois Royer looked genuinely surprised. "You would pass on a proposal to earn huge amounts of money, have all the most beautiful girls at your service and a prestigious position in one of the most advanced research centers in the world? Actually I have not thought of a plan B if you refuse, because I am sure that you are going to accept. There is no risk involved, I can control all the people who might interfere or get suspicious, really I don't see why you would refuse. Again, if I controlled you then you would be useless to help me. I promise, you are not under any control from me!"

I knew and felt that I was in control, I knew that I could stab him if I just wanted to, but I needed to remind myself what he had stolen from me before slicing up his throat. I was going to prison for this but I did not care anymore after what he had done to my wife.

"So you controlled Nina? and Anysa? and Shannya Tweeks? and IVETA??"

The Professor looked at me, surprised, because I had yelled the last name.

"Iveta, right ... a very lucky hire. She barely needed any control, she is a genuine nymphomaniac. She started shagging her colleagues before I even heard of her. She ..."

"YOU LIAR!!" I shouted, springing up, drawing my knife and pointing it at his guts. "IVETA IS MY WIFE AND YOU TRANSFORMED HER INTO A CHEAP WHORE!!!"

Professor Royer's face went deadly pale. He jerked up his seat and his hands began to shake. He looked at the door of the lab to see if he could reach it before I could hurt him. I came closer but then he sat back down and gave me a weak smile.

"I see that I have made a mistake," he admitted in a nearly happy tone. "I knew that I would make one at some point, I just did not suspect it would be so soon. I guess I will now pay for my crimes."

I came closer to finish him off. I felt great power just wielding the knife and I regretted that we were not living in some of these third world countries where you could buy firearms freely - I would have shot him directly into the head!

"But I can prove that your wife is what I said," he whispered carefully, "I have the security camera footage, I kept it safely."

I stopped in my tracks. The seed of doubt was planted.

"Show me, but no tricks!" I ordered.

He turned to his laptop and I came very close to him to make sure that he was activating his device somehow and put me under his control. He clicked through some folders and started the view of the buildings video system.

"The week your wife was hired I was in Munich at a convention," he explained factually. "I came back and found these videos, even before I considered having her on the ... the team."

He skipped through the timeline and found the moment when my loving wife entered the main hall the day of her first interview. I recognized her by her hair and her dress as the quality of the images were quite grainy, it was her without any doubt.

"She saw Thomas Menecourt from HR first," he continued, showing another video stream where a handsome guy greeted my wife and escorted her to his office. There was nothing suspicious so far. The camera was capturing the corridor where the HR office was located. Only fifteen minutes after entering Thomas's office, the door opened again and he peeked left and right before exiting and motioning my dearly loved Iveta to follow him. Another camera filmed them as both entered the men's restroom.

"Of course I don't have footage of the inside of the restroom but its pretty obvious that your wife was making everything possible to get this job."

I nearly threw up just from sickness, my mouth my dry and my heart pounding.

"That is not a proof!" I stammered, but the evil Professor forwarded the video and I could witness how Thomas Menecourt exited the restroom, rearranging his pants a bit, made sure that nobody was in sight and waved my wife to come outside. Iveta was wiping something near her mouth and on her chin and I was horribly sure that she had just gotten a facial cumshot after giving this guy a blowjob. She seemed to be smiling happily.

"You know that for a low level job like this only one interview is needed but Iveta did four, all with Monsieur Menecourt, " Francois Royer continued. I remembered that my wife had indeed passed a couple of interviews but it did not strike me at that time.

"Maybe she just helped him get rid of a stain on his pants??" I stammered stupidly.

"Four times?" the Professor asked smilingly. "And one time she removed the stain in his car?"

He switched to a camera surveying the parking lot. He accelerated the footage until he spotted the HR guy coming out of the building, he went to a car and then I saw the door of another car opening. It was our car and Iveta came out. She had waited there and then went to his car. She opened the passenger door to sit down, closed the door and then leaned to her left side and disappeared from sight. I could not see what she was doing but the guy was sporting a huge grin on his face. It was very obvious what was going on.

"Please verify, I was not there the whole week, so I could not possibly have made her do that. She has done that on her own freewill to get the job. If this is not enough for you I have more explicit footage of her with various other colleagues, male and female."

"But ... but ... with me she is so ... prude!" I spat, feeling tears start to well in my eyes. I felt like my guts were being torn apart.

"This is quite common," he replied patiently, "Some women do not want their husband to think that they are easy or perverted. That's why they act like saints at home and like sluts outside. I am sure that Iveta thinks that she is faithful to you, whenever she does something sexual she says that it is work. "

My anger flared up and I raised my arm to drive my knife into this man's chest but everything went white in front of my eyes and I had to grab the edge of a seat to keep myself up. Professor Royer took my arm and made me sit down.

"You are in a state of shock. Let me help you."

He went to his main computer and started typing. I could not care less, I just wanted to die to forget about all this horror!

"Just one moment, where is it?" he mumbled. "Aha, here it is ..."

I knew that he had controlled me as I felt immediately better. Actually I felt great! But he had tricked me and my anger came back.

"So you win finally Professor?" I hissed.

"Not at all Bertrand," he laughed, "I am sorry for the big mistake I have done. I am trying to make up for it. I still need your help.

"You have controlled me!"

I stood up, picking up the knife which had fallen to the floor.

"If you were controlled I would not have allowed you to pick up this dangerous knife!"

He looked at me expectantly, even friendly. I still felt in control, I still felt anger, but something was missing.

"I removed the feelings of jealousy and grief, that's all. Do you want me to put them back?"

I tested my feelings about my wife and all I found was my intact love for her. She was my dear sweetheart and I was missing her so much. I looked at the screen which was still displaying the car in which my wife was giving a blowjob to a complete stranger. I felt no jealousy at all. Actually I felt something like pride. I was impatient to take her into my arms again, even if she was covered with the spunk of another man.

"It does not hurt anymore when I see her like this!" I exclaimed with relief.

"I deactivated your brain center for jealousy, but you can still feel everything else. "

I laughed : "Actually my wife has a clever way to secure a job I must admit!"

Francois Royer grinned, "That's what I thought as well! This is why I hired her into the team ... well YOUR team if you wish!"

"Professor Royer," I exclaimed, "You are a ***********, but I accept your offer!" I threw my now useless knife on his desk.

"OK then let me explain how all this stuff works and if you still want to **** me just go ahead!"

the story of a NYMPHOCOM's victim - part 6

Professor Royer, or Francois like I was now calling him, spent the entire day explaining the different systems to me. I really did not need to know much - the process for controlling somebody was really simple - but he took special pride in describing all in detail. I was really impressed and I now was thankful to be on his side. He mentioned that Armand and Roberto were controlled as he had found out that they weren't trustworthy. They were slacking, stealing office supplies, harassing female coworkers, and not even very competent in their jobs. He had to control Shannya Tweeks as she was going to find out about his secret invention and I had to confess that she had asked me to spy on him.

"Yeah I guess I missed some important details," he admitted jokingly. "But I am glad that it turned out well in the end."

We shook hands to seal our agreement again. He mentioned that I was not to mention our agreement to anybody, not even to my wife, and that we probably should keep our marriage secret as we had done until now. Additionally he said that we would need a couple of new hires into our team quite quickly as the demand was exploding. He handed me an old remote control which looked quite similar to the ones he had been using.

"I wish you a good hunt, partner!" Francois said happily. "By the way, if you want to see more videos with Iveta, just have a look at my computer, I am sure that you will find these interesting."

"Actually I think I will have a check at my wife's meeting with the BBC, I was wondering what she could be doing with these old men..."

"It's the BBC club," Francois replied in the same strange way as my loving Iveta a few hours ago, "They are meeting in one of the conference rooms on the executive floor, it will be interesting for you as well, I am sure"

He laughed out loud as I left his lab. I checked that my badge was now opening the lab door and went upstairs to the executive floor. The conference rooms were at the other end of the floor, opposite to where - according to my new friend Francois - my future office was going to be.

When I came closer I heard a familiar voice. "I fucking LOVE this big black dick!!!!" It was what the voice of my dearly loved wife said as I entered the largest of the conference rooms. I immediately saw my sweet Iveta, positioned doggy style on a large stage surrounded by photographer lights, taking the penis of a muscular black man into her mouth and pushing to get most of it into her throat. The size of his meat was comparable to a small anaconda but centimeter by centimeter, it disappeared as my wife's lips inched further and further until she had them on the base of his shaft. Behind her another black hunk had his baseballbat-sized cock in her asshole and was ramming it ******** in and out, while under her his possible twin brother was pounding her pussy in the same rhythm.

Applause and cheers rose through the room to celebrate Iveta's airtight performance and I suddenly saw that at least ten other naked black bodybuilders were standing just beneath the light circle in which Iveta was being fucked. Just to my left was Julie holding a camera and obviously busy taping the whole scene. Behind her I spotted Director Shannya Tweeks, Nina, Anysa and a couple of other people who were watching the show intensely and only then I noticed the big sign just about the stage mentioning "Welcome to the BBC Club!" I realized that BBC was most probably not the logo of the famous TV company!

I continued to watch with my mouth open. The black guy fucking my wife's ass suddenly groaned, withdrew his enormous meat and started shooting a huge load of cum on Iveta's back. He stood up and was immediately replaced by one of the onlookers who was, if at all possible, even bigger than his predecessor. He looked at the tennis-ball size gape and inserted his huge meat to the hilt in one move without encountering any resistance. I could see his massive dick pushing my wife's tummy out from the inside onto the abs of the guy fucking her into the pussy.

All of this must have gone on for quite a while since I noticed that Iveta had cum everywhere. Her hair and most of her skin were crusted by white spunk and globs of sperm were visible here and there on the stage. Her asscheeks were ******** and red traces of large fingers were all over her body, proof that she had been roughly manhandled.

"Suck that dick you little slut!!!" said the black hunk fucking her mouth, and slapped her face hard.

"Mm-hmm," she moaned, removing his cock from deep inside her throat. "I fucking love getting fucked airtight by strong black bastards!!"

She grabbed the big meat in front of her but the guy was already coming, shooting streaks of white cum into her face. My wife opened her mouth wide to catch most of it but she still ended up covered in his goo. I could see her swallowing hungrily.

"You like that, bitch?" the next guy asked as he positioned himself in front of Iveta's hungry mouth.

"I LOVE it!" she answered proudly, "I am a bitch! A whore! A prostitute! But only white guys need to pay me, I will always fuck big black cocks for free!"

Again applause and howling erupted from the group of men. The guy fucking her anally slapped her asscheeks very hard, making Iveta yelp and vince in pain, her expression changing when the pain left place to a mind shattering orgasm. Her shivers sent the guy fucking her pussy over the edge and soon another one took his place. My wife was being ****** like a cheap streetwhore and she seemed to love it. Her nipples were hard and erect, sticking out like pencil erasers.

"I'm your slut! Your fucking black cock slut! Pound my cunt with these fucking black cocks! OOOOHH I love BBC!!!!! I am a whore for black cocks!! I want ... GLUG!!"

She was silenced by yet another black firehose shoved down her throat.

"This has been going on for one hour already," a voice said next to me, making me jump. Shannya Tweeks had noticed me and come over. "She has taken all the guys three times already, she is a natural fuck talent!"

I realized that I was not at all jealous or upset, I was feeling immense love and pride at the performance of my sweet loving wife. "She is our anal queen!" I said to Shannya who nodded smilingly.

The scene lasted forty more minutes before the black men gave up, completely exhausted. Nina led them out of the room, towards the restrooms where they could take showers. The gave highfives around, and slapped Iveta on her ass when they left. Iveta remained on the stage, basking in sperm, and rubbing her clit furiously. Her asshole was still gaping widely from the ****** anal fucking, and glops of white cum oozing out of her well used pussy.

"What? Is it over already?" she mockingly whined. "I am up for more fun!" I understood that she was still playing for the camera as Julie was filming several close-ups. My sweet wife Iveta then proceeded to lick up all the sperm which was spread out on floor, while Julie filmed how she hungrily swallowed as much as she could.

"Black sperm is delicious," she said to the camera, "It tastes so much better than cum from white dicks! I don't think I will be able to eat white cum anymore! I am addicted to black guys and their spunk!"

"She loves being degraded by these massive black cocks, but I would not mind having your big white cock in my holes," Shannya Tweeks whispered to my ear. "Meet me in my office in twenty minutes! This is a direct order!" she added as she saw me hesitate. I smiled to her and she left the conference room. If I was going to be her boss then I would teach her how to talk to me!

"CUT!" yelled Julie, "Great work!" and immediately Anysa went to Iveta with a large towel to wrap her in. Both girls kissed like they were in love while all spectators gave them an enthusiastic round of applause. Danielle and Diane had arrived too, and Nina was back with some of the black guys who were already showered and dressed. Then my wife spotted me and her eyes went wide from surprise but she caught herself quickly and walked to the door with Anysa.

"Nice performance Iveta," I said admiringly as she passed by.

"Thanks," she replied arrogantly, looking deep into my eyes, "but my name is Connie Wilde!" and she walked out with her Asian friend.

"Sorry my friend," one of the most muscular black guys said to me, "She is a whore just for the BBC Club!" He patted my back and turned to Julie.

"I want that bitch for all nights this week!" he demanded loudly, "Can you arrange that?"

"Of course Sir," Julie replied happily, "at the usual rate of 5000 euros per night?"

"Yes and I want more girls for the other club members as well!"

"Sure," Julie replied, "Do you require video taping and editing as well?"

"Not this time, I think you will be of better use as a whore this time."

"Thank you Sir," Julie beamed at the hunky black man. "I am glad if my holes can be of service."

I guessed that this was the infamous Dinosaur Dick my wife Iveta had spoken about. The BBC club was actually the Big Black Cock club and by no means affiliated to any broadcasting company. The black gang left soon after and all present girls started chatting noisily about their luck of having good work next week, especially with such hunks from the BBC club. I estimated that one night would bring an income of around thirty to forty thousands euros and my loving wife alone would bring around thirty thousand euros this week, and I did not even know if the girls had other "projects" to work on during the day. I now understood how Francois was able to pay me the salary he had promised.

I followed Julie who rushed outside to the ladies' room to inform Anysa and Iveta about her new assignment. Both girls were still getting dressed and they shrieked happily when Julie announced that they all had work every night for the next week.

"Sorry to interrupt," I said awkwardly, "Iveta, can I have a word with you?"

The girls seemed to just have noticed me but they were still smiling at each other. My sexy wife threw on a skimpy mini-skirt along with a tank top exposing her navel piercing and the BBC tattoo in her back.

"I am coming," she said coldly, "and I would like you to call me Connie. I am now known as Connie Wilde."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, whatever, just hurry."

She slipped into her killer high heels and went with me. As soon as we reached the first corner and were out of sight of the others, my loving Iveta jumped on me and covered me with kisses.

"Ohhhh Bertrand, I love you soo much!!!" she cooed in my ears, "I am so happy that you came to see me work! Wasn't it wonderful to work with these nice black gentlemen from the BBC club?"

I was going to object that she had been treated like a piece of meat but a guy came around the corner and stopped in front of us. He was short and quite overweight

"I am sorry Miss Wilde," he stuttered,"I have seen your performance and I am ... I ... am a huge fan of you!"

My loving wife blushed and replied a hushed "Thank you!" as if the pornstar suddenly transformed into a shy school girl.

"Could ... could ... you please give me an autograph?" the fat guy continued. He was sweating and his face was flushed, clearly stressed by his boldness.

"Of course I can," my wife replied enthusiastically, terribly excited to meet her first fan. "Oh I don't have paper nor pen..."

The fat guy said that he did neither. Both looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders hoping to get rid of this nuisance as quickly as possible.

"You know what?" my sweet Iveta replied happily, "Let me give you a quick blowjob as I can't give you an autograph."

The guy was only able to reply "UNGH ..." and before I could protest, my dearly loved wife was already on her knees, fishing this guy's cock out of his trousers. She put his hardening meat between her lips and started bobbing her head back and forth, right in the middle of the deserted corridor. I was slightly concerned that somebody might walk up on us but apparently Iveta was not afraid to be caught. Quickly enough the guy groaned and starting shooting his load into my wife's welcoming mouth, and I could see her throat move to swallow it all.

"That ... that ... was INCREDIBLE!! Thank you Miss Wilde!" the fat guy exclaimed while buttoning up.

"Anytime my dear fan!" she cooed, passing her tongue over her lips to remove the last drops of cum. The fan mumbled another "thank you" before walking away with unsure steps.

Iveta stood up and looked at me with a timid smile, then she said, "Its a tough job but somebody's got to do it!" She readjusted her mini-skirt and looked at me uncomfortably. Through the control of the NYMPHOCOM she was probably feeling that she acted as a slut.

"I will be away this week, for a business trip," she said shyly, "I will work ..."

"... with the BBC club, I know." I replied calmly, taking her into my arms. "I just wanted to tell you that I love you more than my own life. I will miss you until you come back."

Iveta was moved to tears. She wanted to kiss me but I pushed her away gently and she understood that I did not want to taste the sperm of another man on her tongue. She blushed like a schoolgirl and hugged me tight.

"Bertrand, you are the best husband in the world, I love you so much." Iveta then looked at her cellphone,.

"I am late my darling, I need to hurry to prepare."

I hugged her again and let her escape, my sweet wife running in her high heels and skimpy mini-skirt to get fucked by a gang of black bodybuilders all week.

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I went back downstairs to Francois Royer's lab. I was amazed by the capabilities of his NYMPHOCOM device. It was able to easily convert any uptight housewife into a nymphomaniac slut and remove any jealousy out of the husband's mind. We could probably make billions of euros out of this invention within a few years. Francois interrupted my thoughts.

"Interesting meeting, no?" he smiled, and then more seriously he asked, "How do you feel?"

"I feel good," I answered amused , "Without your invention I would probably have jumped out of the window!"

I sat down, still searching for remains of jealousy in my feelings but I could not find any.

"By the way the BBC has booked all of your team, ... hmm our team! ... for tonight and probably the rest of the week. They have apparently agreed to our usual prices, as Julie stated. What are these guys doing for a living?"

"They sell the video footage on the internet," Francois replied, looking a bit concerned, "They pay for the time of the models, they tape their 'meetings' and upload it to a specialized interracial porn-website. It brings a lot of money, in the same way as our 'Office Sluts' website."

He frowned. "But we have a problem right now. A good customer of ours was expecting the visit of Diane tonight, I did not plan for the request of the BBC. We need to find a replacement quickly."

He then paused and looked at me smilingly. "This would be a good test for you! You need to find a nice young big breasted lady to keep our customer company for the night. Make sure she is controlled and then bring her to this address."

Francois handed me the outprint of an email on which the details of the request of our customer was written. As far as I could see it was a customer who signed a large project with our center last week, and the requested meeting was a benefit negotiated in a gentleman agreement. I was wondering if these meetings were the only deliverables due for this project.

"I'll see what I can do," I said and jumped to my feet, impatient to try out this fabulous device.

I decided to go to the Champs Elysées and walk down the avenue, looking for single women passing by. The weather was very nice and many girls were wearing light dresses, short skirts, tight t-shirts, several were even wearing bikini tops while walking down the sidewalk.

When I saw one coming near me I pressed the ON button on the NYMPHOCOM and watched the reaction. I was really impressed as most girls immediately looked at me intensely once I had controlled them. Some greeted me happily as if they knew me, two of them even started following me. These were just tests so I released the control over them quickly, looking for a nicer target, according to the wishes of Francois's customer. I continued walking into a side street and noticed a young girl in a jeans short and flower top who just walked slowly on the opposite sidewalk. She was carrying many bags from different shops so I guessed that she was a tourist who had shopped for clothes and souvenirs. I crossed the street and followed her for a while, admiring her legs and observing the nice cleavage I had noticed just earlier. She stopped at several shop windows, admiring the goods inside, smiling for herself at the idea of buying even more clothes but then sighing and walking on.

I felt a bit awkward following an unknown girl in the streets in Paris like a stalker. I just went on with it anyway, clinging on the device in my pocket. When my target walked towards the entrance of a small hotel I decided to try to control her and see what happens. She probably had a room here and this was ideal to see if she was really matching the criteria written on the email. I was especially eager to verify the size of her breasts since she could have very well used some kind of push-up bra.

I entered the hotel and passed in front of the reception and saw my girl walking to the lifts. She was average height, thin with long brown hair and her bum was wagging when she walked on the thick carpet. I felt my desire rising and followed her as she entered the elevator. She pressed the button for the 6th floor and I pressed the 7th. I then stood next to her and we were both facing the door, waiting to arrive at our floors.

"Hello," I said, looking at her bags "Do you want me to help you carry these?"

"Hi," she replied with a smile ,"That would be very nice of you"

She handed two of the bags to me.

"They are quite heavy, I guess I have done some overshopping," she laughed

We exited on the 6th floor and I followed her, watching her nice legs. She walked to the door of her room.

"Many thanks for your help, please leave the bags here." I put the bags on the floor near the door while she was looking for her keycard in her handbag.

"You're very welcome," I replied while reaching into my own backpack and switched the NYMPHOCOM on. I slowly retreated towards the elevators, hoping for a reaction.

"Oh, excuse me," I heard in my back. The busty girl stood in front of her door, looking puzzled. "I ... errr ... can you maybe help me put the bags in the closet?"

"Of course!" I came back towards her, while she was still fumbling with the keycard to open the door to her room. She managed to open the door and smiled at me uneasily. I took the bags and entered the room.

"Can you put them here, please?" She was pointing at a cupboard in the corner of the room, where I soon stored all the bags filled with shopping article. The cupboard was easily accessible therefore I had the impression that her request was just a pretense.

I turned to face her and she smiled at me "Many thanks! They were very heavy! By the way my name is Candy."

"Francois" I said, smiling back.

"Nice to meet you Francois" she said, blushing

"Nice to meet you too Candy." I replied, slowing moving towards the door.

"Oh wait wait, you can not leave like this!" she exclaimed. "What can I do to thank you? do you want something to *****?" She went to the door and closed it

"Well ... a glass of water would be great, its so hot outside"

"No problem, please sit down." She went to the bathroom. I followed her with my eyes, and I admired her beautiful bum in her jeans shorts.

She came back with a glass of water. "I came for a week to the city to do some shopping!" She pointed at the shopping bags and laughed "I bought a lot of clothes since there is this summer sale going on." She continued talking while she sat down on the bed, crossing her beautiful legs and smiling at me. She was chatting freely with me and was apparently happy to have someone to talk to. She was not even scared to invite a complete stranger into her room, thanks to Francois' incredible device.

"Thanks again for helping me with my bags," she continued, "Sometimes it is difficult to be alone in a big city, I miss my boyfriend so much!"

If her boyfriend knew that she had invited a stranger into her room he would get jealous, but fortunately the NYMPHOCOM was able to take care of this as well.

"I really want to compensate you for your help," she went on. "Isn't there anything I can do for you?"

I decided to cut the smalltalk short and deep dive into my mission.

"Actually there is something you could do for me," I said smilingly. "I have an important customer who is looking for some nice company tonight and I thought you could maybe entertain him. It would be an immense help for me."

A normal girl would have jumped up, scratched my face, bitten my nose off and kicked me in the balls but Candy just sat there, looking vaguely surprised. She did not say anything and I feared that the NYMPHOCOM was not working correctly somehow. I took the risk to take it out in front of her and check it. The fake remote control looked fully functional and switched on. There was still no reaction and I felt a glimpse of panic rising. I was hoping that the girl's brain had not been fried by this diabolical invention! I stood up and took a photo with my phone to be able to show it to the mad scientist!



"Really? That sounds like an important task!" Candy suddenly exclaimed, making me jump, "I think its the least I can do to reward you for your nice help. What would I have to do?"

I figured that the device had needed some time to reconfigure my victim's brain and I was immensely relieved that she seemed to be fine. I decided to continue my experiment.

"Not much really, just keep him company and be nice to him. If he is satisfied with your ... umm ... services then I could even offer you a job at our company."

"That would be marvelous," she cried out happily, "I could really use some extra money for shopping!"

"You'll have to relocate to be available to our customers, and obviously I need to check your ... body too!"

Candy stood up quickly and stroke a pose as I was still holding my phone. I shot a couple more photos of her.





"I can relocate without problem, if it is for a new job my boyfriend will not object," she added happily. "How is my body? Do you like it?"

"I would need to see your breasts," I replied while feeling a hard-on building up in my pants.

She immediately removed her flower top to reveal a nice light blue bra, holding tight a massive pair of breasts.



"I see you like it!" She giggled, pointing at the tent in my pants.

"I ... I will need to test your ... umm ... sex skills too," I stuttered, now completely excited.

"Of course, I know what you meant by 'company'," she winked, "I guess that you are running an escort agency or the like!"

I was taken aback. "And you wouldn't mind to prostitute yourself to our customers?" I asked, really curious and impressed by the device's power.

"Of course I would mind but I think its the least I can do to thank you for your help today. And if I get a job as an escort girl then I don't mind either. It will be just normal work.

This reminded me of Iveta's mindset. Sex was just becoming something normal, and prostitution a normal job.

"Let me show you what I can do," Candy hissed and jumped forward, pushing me onto the bed.

I grabbed her breasts, nice, soft and huge. She closed her eyes and moaned.

"First you need to show me your oral skills." I removed my trousers pointed my hard dick straight to her face.

"OK," she said smilingly, "I'll try my best," and she slowly began to wrap her lips around my rock-hard cock, taking the head into her throat. She only managed to get ten centimeters down her throat, shecould barely take it. She pulled her mouth off my wet cock.

"I think I lack a bit of experience," she said apologetically, rubbing my hard shaft and looking at me. "My boyfriend is not as ... big ... as you are!"

She laughed at the thought of her boyfriend's small dick and ****** my hard meat back into her mouth. She began throating me again, making deep gutturals noises, with her eyes wide open in disbelief at the size of my cock. I grabbed Candy's head and ****** it upon my hard shaft, hitting the back of her throat.

Her eyes started to water and spit was running around my balls, but slowly Candy inched forward and soon her lips were touching the base of my cock. I held her in this position, enjoying the warm tightness around my hard dick and watching her face turn blueish.

When I released her, she started coughing and spitting.

"Sorry ... sorry ..." she panted, catching her breath. "let ... let me try again ... I can ... can do better!"

She slammed her mouth back onto my dick and moaning deeply with each thrust. Each time I felt my cock pass the back of her throat, nearly diving into her stomach. Soon enough she was taking my hard meat entirely without gagging, her watery eyes looking at me with intense pride.

"My God your dick is huge! " she exclaimed when she came up for air, "I can't wait to have it in my pussy!"

"You already talk like a whore," I joked but Candy took it as a big compliment.

"I hope that I will be able to work for you! Getting fucked and getting paid at the same time, it's THE dream job!"

"Whoa! You slut!!" I shouted as Candy gulped me down once again.

This went on for at least 15 minutes. A pool of spit and tears had formed on the bed sheets but Candy was not going to stop before I said she could. She definitely wanted to get this job!

I then pulled my spit-soaked cock from her mouth and turned her around on the bed. I positioned my cock in front of her tight pussy and pushed forward. It was so wet that I just slipped into it. Candy screamed at the top of her lungs.I began to pound my hard dick into her soaking wet pussy as hard as I could. She started to come and nearly fainted as an incredible orgasm shook her. She then kept coming over and over again, as my balls slapped against her swollen clit. Her big breasts were jerking back and forth under the thrusts and I thought that Francois' customer would be delighted tonight.

"Fuck me!" Candy panted, "Fuck me! I am a whore and I love it! I am a cheap slut who is selling out her tight holes!"

This nearly pushed me over the edge as I was taken by surprise by this sweet girl who was suddenly able to talk so dirty. I removed my dick from her dripping cunt and presented it to her face. Without hesitation she swallowed it to the hilt, as if she had been doing this all her life. Once I was clean I sat on the bed and Candy immediately straddled me cowgirl style. She guided my hard cock towards her love hole but I stopped her.

"How about anal? A good whore handles anal, you know that, don't you?"

"I have never done it ..." She hesitated a second before bringing the tip of my shaft against her tight anus. She pushed her ass down and I felt the muscle ring slowly wrapping around my hard dick. One centimeter at a time I slowly work my way into her intestines.

Candy began to moan and scream in ecstasy when she started to ride my rigid cock, slapping her ass up and down.

"OOHHHH YESSSSSSS!" She hissed, "I am a complete whore now! Fuck my asshole HARD!!"

"Not yet little bitch," I replied, meeting her thrusts halfway to get all of my cock inside her. "You still need to show me how you handle my cum!!"

This comment made her climax violently and I had to hold her to prevent her from falling off the bed. I continued pounding her inviting ass as hard as I could, and she kept beaming at me, loving to be degraded like a cheap whore. She came over and over again, while riding me furiously.

"I will be coming soon," I warned her. She removed herself from my hard dick with a popping sound and immediately resumed sucking on it, despite it just had come out of her dirty asshole. This sight pushed me over the edge and I started cumming into Candy's welcoming mouth. Streak after streak I came for what seemed an eternity but my new employee was swallowing dutifully and proudly.

"You're hired!" I managed to gasp, and this sweet girl finished to clean me up with her tongue.

"Your cum tastes much better than my boyfriend's," she said appreciatively. "I hope that you will feed me occasionally in the future!"

"I will see what I can do," I replied laughingly, "I have many employees to feed!"

I grabbed my phone to shoot a couple of photos of her voluptuous breasts and sent them to my new friend Francois.





His response was immediate. "Nice hire my friend, let's see what our customer thinks about the quality of your recruitment."

I was sure that he was going to be perfectly satisfied.

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My BBW Cuckold Latina Wife


I lay between my beautiful BBW Latina wife's Jasmine's legs and pounded furiously. My futile attempts were met with her laying there snickering, remote control in her hand channel surfing. You see, I'm Jasmine's cuckold husband and she is my world. She is a very curvy Latina woman with long, wavy dark hair, pouty lips, hips, legs and an ass to die for and breasts that are always hanging out or being shown off. We married when we were both virgins and for the first few years of our marriage she thought my rock hard four inch cock was enough to satisfy her. That was until one night she went to a strip club with some of her friends and saw black guys dancing with massive cocks.

She came home that night and told me all about how big they were and how hot the guys looked. Me on the other hand, I'm what most guys would call a wimp. I'm 5'9 and weigh 250lbs and my tiny cock is only accentuated by that fact. Jasmine on the other hand is 5'2 and weighs 225 and is gorgeous and gets whistles and catcalls wherever we go. I mostly follow behind and hang my head. I love Jasmine more than anything in the world and would do anything for her. When we were married I truly meant it when I said, 'till death do us part.'

After that first night, Jasmine started telling me how she would love to experience a big black cock inside here while we were in bed. Her stories immediately set me off and I would cum in a matter of seconds instead of minutes like I usually do. So we decided to embark on a quest of finding her what she desired.

It's been five years now and she's had a succession of well hung black guys that have fucked her. Two years ago she met her current lover Maurice. He came to us through a cuckolding site we found online. We were both awestruck when we first met him. Maurice is six foot five, muscled, toned and hung like a horse. His cock when soft is six inches and when it's raging hard and fucking my wife it's grows to between ten and eleven inches (yes she's made me measure it!).

Maurice has taken over as Jasmine's full time and only lover. He controls our lives when we're not doing our normal daily routines; Jasmine owns a small crafts store and I am a school librarian. No one in our normal lives could ever imagine the things we do with Maurice and the things that go on behind the close doors of our home. Take last weekend for example; Maurice was already in bed with Jasmine fucking her when I got home from work. I could hear her moaning and screaming when I walked in the house. I immediately went to the bedroom and could see his black ass between her beautiful chubby Latina legs pounding away. Jasmine waved to me and I knew that meant for me to get naked and get busy between Maurice's ass cheeks.

An hour later my tongue and jaw ached from licking his ass and balls, but once he shot his huge load in my wife it was only happy to lap it all out while they lay there and cuddled. I cooked the two of them dinner and served it to them in bed and while they ate I sucked Maurice's cock and he shot yet another load of cum in my mouth. Every now and then if I'm really good and as a reward they will let me make love to my wife after he's done. I say make love because I certainly can't fuck her anymore. And so I crawl between her legs and try to penetrate her with my tiny clit. Her holes have been so stretched out by Maurice and her other lovers that I fall right out and they love laughing at me. But I go back and try to put it in again, this goes on and on while Jasmine will lay there and flip through the channels not even knowing I'm inside her. Most times after trying over and over again I'll just take my clit and rub it between her toes and cum on her feet and then lick it off while her and Maurice laugh.

Last Saturday morning Maurice had a friend stop by the house and told me to take his BMW to the car wash and wash and wax it and come back in an hour. I thought he and his friend were going to fuck my beautiful wife but was I surprised when I got home and was called into our bedroom. Maurice's friend was a tattoo artist and right above Jasmine's pussy was a tattoo in pretty script that read: 'Property of Maurice' with a little red heart she then rolled over and on her ass cheek there was a 'QUEEN OF SPADES' tattoo.

I immediately grew hard, well as hard as I get when I saw it. Jasmine asked me if I liked it and I blushed and said yes. She then told me to undress and lay on my stomach. I did and the artist went to work. When he was done she held up a mirror and let me see what he had done. Maurice and Jasmine had at times ****** me to wear some humiliating outfits; one is a Tinkerbelle outfit complete with wings. This is what I saw in the mirror: a Tinkerbelle tattoo all pretty and above it was written in pretty script "sissy cuckold"

Once Maurice's friend had left (I had to suck him off to pay for the tattoo's) Maurice and Jasmine fucked furiously so he could see his new property and artwork. I took my spot behind Maurice and licked his ass until he finally pulled his huge black cock out and quickly turned and shot his entire load all over my face and head. I knelt there letting it coat me and roll down my face. Jasmine roared with laughter and Maurice climbed off the bed and told me to follow him into the bathroom as he had to piss.

I followed dutifully and knelt as I always do taking his massive black tool in my hand and aiming it at the bowl. It was then that Maurice slapped my hand away, took his own cock in his hand, ******* it into my mouth he began to piss, in the mirror I could see Jasmine standing in the doorway laughing and playing with herself.

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Sue


My wife Sue and I tried a "game" a couple of years ago one summer when our two kids were out of state with grandparents. At first it started innocently enough where Sue went into a bar and I would come in later and try to pick her up. She wanted to see if I could handle possibly being rejected, and I wanted to see her in public wearing some sexy clothes.

That evening my wife put on a maroon colored tank-type mini dress, white shear panties, and a pair of thin strapped four inch heels. I couldn't keep my hands off her as we drove, but she pushed me off, telling me that I had to "earn" the right to leave the bar with her. As she got out of the car and walked into the place, I was amazed at how sexy my wife was! I mean, she was just poured into a dress that was so tight around her round ass you could easily see her panty lines. We had picked a bar that wasn't a dump, rather a place that was frequented by working people from around the neighborhood, but far enough from our house where we were not likely to bump into anyone we knew. After Sue disappeared into the building, I sat in the car and watched as more and more filed into the tavern.

I gave her twenty minutes before I entered the packed bar. Looking around, I didn't immediately locate her but in the crowded conditions I wasn't too worried. Finally I saw my wife in the back near the bathrooms. I was a little surprised to see her in a booth with a guy, because I was suppose to just walk up and try to pick her up. The stranger, a scruffy looking mechanic type wearing a ball cap, and Sue were sitting close to each other and knocking back some beer. Sue paid no attention to me as I walked past and sat a nearby table. She and her new "friend" were laughing and having a good time, occasionally punctuated by the guy placing his hand on her leg or ******* it around her shoulder to hug her.

I watched for a few minutes until Sue whispered something in his ear and stood up, pulling her dress down a little to straighten the hem. She headed for the restroom and I thought this would be a good time to talk to her about the plan for the evening. As Sue left the ladies room a little later, I grabbed her by the arm, asking what she intended to do about the stranger and our original game. We were in a small alcove so I was certain the guy couldn't see us speak. Sue, now a little tipsy, told me not to worry.

"I just want to have a little fun with this rube," she explained, " we are still on for later this evening, especially if you barge in and try to take me away from him." With that, she gave me a knowing wink.

I wondered as I watched Sue walk back to the booth what she was up to; however, I noticed that something was wrong, missing as it were. Of course! No panty lines. Sue had removed her panties in the bathroom and was going to sit next to her new grease-monkey friend, naked beneath her mini dress. I got back to my table in time to watch the stranger kiss my wife on the lips as she sat down. He seemed a little surprised, and I guessed he didn't expect her to come back after leaving. My pretty spouse got real close to him and placed her hand on his lap.

I watched Sue and the guy *****, becoming a lot friendlier. Within minutes of her return from the bathroom, he had his hand firmly lodged between her thighs, trying to move his filthy fingers a little higher. My wife kept her legs tight and even grabbed his hand to move it away. However, the more she drank the less resistance she offered and in an hour her thighs were far enough apart for his dirty paw to travel all the way up Sue's dress. Soon, I could see the stranger digging at Sue's privates as he placed his right arm around her to pull her even closer. Because of the lighting I couldn't tell if he had actually worked a finger inside her pussy, but Sue began to squirm a little then kissed the guy deeply. From her reaction, I was certain that he was stroking my wife's cunt. Suddenly, "Goober" said something to her and they both left the booth and headed for the exit. I could see that my wife's dress hem had been pushed all the way up above her crotch as she was scooting out of the booth, and I could have sworn I spied the tell-tale glistening of her pussy juice on her freshly shorn pussy. Sue was very unsteady after all that ********, stumbling a little as she pulled her dress down over ass, so her friend put his arm around her. They walked to the door slowly, followed by the knowing smiles of many of the patrons, and I couldn't help notice that several men at the bar tried to pinch or grab my wife's bottom when she passed.

I was afraid that I'd miss them by the time I reached the parking lot, however, Sue and her new friend hadn't gotten farther than his beat-up tow truck. In seclusion by the bar's dumpster, my wife was sitting on the dirty bumper with her dress bunched up under her tits and her legs splayed apart. Between her thighs, the stranger stood before Sue and unzipped his pants. He pulled his dick out and, rubbing it over her lips, begging her for a blow job. Hesitantly, she placed her right hand around its large girth and started to move it back and forth. I couldn't believe it, she almost never gave me oral sex and now was she actually thinking about blowing this greasy looking dude?

"What's wrong baby?" the stranger asked, "never seen a real man's cock before have ya? I bet your husband has a tiny pecker and that's why you are here tonight. Don't look at me like that Honey, you wore your rings tonight, so I know what's going on."

Stroking the young man's cock Sue tried to explain, "N...no its not like that. I love my husband, this was just a game. He's suppose to be around here and pick me up."

Looking around quickly, the man tried to see if anyone was watching, but I was well hidden in the evening. Satisfied that they were alone, he tried to push his eight inch cock in Sue's mouth.

"You don't like a working man's tool huh? Well its ok Darling because I don't think your hubby made it out of the bar. Maybe he found a faggot to go home with! Ha ha! Now get sucking bitch I don't have all night." The guy became aggressive and tried to pull Sue's head toward his throbbing weapon.

My wife tried to protest, saying that he smelled too bad, the stranger just chucked and told Sue that she needed to clean his cock then. With that he pinched Sue's nose closed and pushed his penis between her lips as she opened her mouth for air. He was able to get a few inches inside until Sue began to gag. He pulled all the way out then ****** it in my wife's mouth again. She struggled a little so the man grabbed her head tightly with both hands then began a nasty face fuck. I couldn't help noticing that Sue stopped her resistance and even grabbed the stranger's ass to help regulate his strokes. Soon I could see more and more of the man's cock disappearing down her throat until she was able to take most of its length. By that time Sue began to finger her own pussy while moaning loudly around the big prick in her mouth. Just as she was about to orgasm, the guy groaned and shoved his dick deep. My pretty bride was getting a cum dinner, swallowing in an attempt to keep up with his load, but some of his sperm leaked from around her lips.

Sue really drained the man, by the time he had dumped his load and she licked around his hairy pubes to clean them, he was almost passed out. He leaned against the wall and practically begged my wife to come home with him. At this, I fearfully worried at how far this "game" was going. What if Sue went home with this well hung stranger? I had no idea where he lived, if he had diseases, or whether or not he was some kind of manic! I should have stopped this long ago, but I had to admit to myself that it was very exciting watching my wife.

Sue politely refused the stranger's request but as a token of the night reached into her handbag and offered her panties. Smiling, the man took them and gave her a deep kiss. I noticed he also gave Sue a card as he got inside his truck and drove off. She placed the card in her purse, got her compact out and tried to clean her face off a little, then walked over to our car. As she was looking around for me, I stepped out of the shadows and asked her where she had been.

"J..Joe. I didn't see you there," Sue nervously said, "well...I got a little ***** and decided to step outside for some fresh air. That guy I met inside helped me out then took off."

I didn't tell Sue I'd seen everything. I really wanted her to admit to me that she had blown a stranger and enjoyed it. We went home and had great sex that night. My wife was fantastic in bed and seemed insatiable, but something had changed. I wonder if Sue was thinking about her dirty mechanic while making love to me. I'm also afraid that we might have opened a door in our marriage that my wife will want to enter in the future.

About two years ago, Sue, my lovely bride of fifteen years, underwent some disastrous changes in her attitude toward sex. The result can be found in her first story, where she was charmed by a greasy looking mechanic at a bar and then gave him a blow job right outside the place. At first, I believed it was a one time affair and she wanted only to prove that she was still desirable to other men. However, I soon found out that she enjoyed being with men who might be considered her social or economic inferiors. It appeared that Sue needed to have the rush of forbidden sex, while fulfilling a degradation complex through sex with less-than-savory men.

I should tell you that Sue is in her mid-thirties, stands about five-five, has short dark hair, size 36" breasts, and a great pair of legs. She's always lavished great care on her legs, making certain that they are always shaved clean and covered in the finest lotions. My wife has never dressed too sexy in the past, although it was clear to anyone she has a great figure and a fine round ass. After the bar affair though, I could tell Sue changed as she started to wear more revealing attire. At first I believed it was her way of atoning for going down on the mechanic at the bar, and in fact we did have some awesome sex that evening. However, after a few days of watching my wife put on shorter skirts and much more make-up than normal, something smelled rotten.

Our kids were in the last few weeks of a summer-long stay at their Grandparents out of state, when I finally got my proof my wife had sunk into infidelity. the bar incident had been a week earlier and I noticed Sue talking on the phone in a hushed whisper from time to time, then leaving while dressed in some tight little skirt. She said she was either shopping or visiting friends, and she also explained that since it was summer, a shorter, tighter dress wasn't uncalled for.

"Lighten up," my wife told me, "I think its great to show off a little skin now and then!" That evening Sue told me that she and a few friends were going out to dinner and not to wait up. My wife left wearing a halter top that did nothing to cover her breasts, tight shorts and a pair of sexy high-heel sandals. I doubted she had underwear on because I could clearly see the outline of her pussy slit through the crotch of the shorts.

Just when I decided that I'd follow her that evening, the phone rang. It was the Grandparents calling to say hi and to give us the latest news about our kids. They seemed disappointed that Sue had left, but soon we were talking about everything under the sun, and, I totally lost the chance to look in on Sue. After the call, I resolved to stay up and see how late my wife returned. I was fascinated to know if Sue was cheating on me, perhaps I could get some kind of clue when she came back. Why I couldn't confront her over my suspicions I could not explain, perhaps I actually wanted my wife to have an affair with such an unsavory character.

Sometime that evening I must have fallen asleep, because around one in the morning I awoke from a car pulling into our driveway. Rising from the couch, I went to the back of the house and peeked out of one of the kitchen windows. From the darkened room, I had a clear view of Sue's car pulling into the garage. I waited for a few moments but didn't see my wife. I wondered what happened, worrying that perhaps she had fallen. In just a few moments I was out the back door and ran to the garage; however, approaching the side of the building I clearly hear a man's voice. Immediately, I recognized him as the mechanic from the bar.

"That's it baby," the young man said, "for a married bitch you are a great cocksucker!" I could also hear the distinct sloppy noises of oral sex, accompanied occasionally by slight gagging sounds. I peered around the corner into the garage itself, but found it difficult to make out anything in the gloom. In a few moments though, I could just make out the back of a man's head in the front seat behind the wheel. The outline of his right arm occasionally came into silhouette as he moved it back and forth, probably caressing my wife's ass no doubt.

"Donny," Sue sputtered as her head came into view, "that's it baby! I can't swallow any more of your cum tonight, especially with my husband asleep in the house!"

"Well Bitch," the younger man replied, "if you let me fuck you like I know you want, we could forget the 'protein' diet." I saw my wife start to exit the car, but, Donny stopped her and added, "Babe...you know I really like you, and I know you like hanging with me. I want our relationship to be about more than making out or blowjobs. I really need to take this to the next level, what do you say?" With that he pulled Sue close to him and they began a passionate kiss. At first I think my wife tried to move away. Thirty seconds later, however, I could see her head tilt back and her body rise and fall a little as I guess the younger man was rubbing my wife's sex. When he asked her to strip, Sue moaned that if they were going to have sex they would have to get out of the car.

"Donny," Sue explained, "if we are going to actually do this, we can't leave any stains in the car. My husband will know what we are up to. P..please honey, lets do this outside." They broke their embrace and both climbed out. As I ducked back into some bushes near our house, Sue turned the light on in the garage, telling her young friend that she was looking for a blanket I kept around there. Now I could easily see both of them in the weak glow of the light bulb. Donny was in jeans and a muscle shirt, and still not very clean looking, while to my surprise Sue was still in her shorts and halter top. I saw that her lip

stick was smeared from the oral sex she had indulged in, and her thin top had been pushed above her breasts.

Grabbing the dirty blanket, Sue quickly told her boy friend to turn off the light and follow her around to the back of the building. She knew that there was a yard light at the rear of the garage, but it was the only secluded spot around. I waited for a minute or so after they disappeared, then cautiously followed while staying in the shadows of a couple of trees in our yard. When I found them, my wife and Donnie were standing on the blanket, kissing passionately. The young guy was working my wife's tight shorts off her hips and down her shapely legs. After the shorts were a heap around her high heals, he started removing the top, and Sue's help they were soon both naked.

Kicking her clothes away and removing her heels, Sue knelt before her young lover and used her pretty mouth to get him rock hard once more. She engulfed his cock with her mouth and throat, and in a minute Donny's large bottle-like erection was ready. There in the harsh light of the security lamp, my once faithful wife worshiped the mechanic's big tool sucking it until his pubes hit her nose, then pulling back to lick and tease his overly large nuts. The fluttering of moths attracted to the light and the buzzing of flies around the two lovers were the only accompaniment to Sue's slurping and Donny's gentle moans.

I, of course, had a hard on as I watched the two. Try as I might, I couldn't stop fondling my penis through my shorts. The sight of my wife deep-throating the young grease monkey while rubbing her pussy furiously was so erotic I feared I would moan and give away my presence there. I repressed the rational part of my thoughts, the ones that warned of Sue running off with Donny or the possibility that if she succumbed to his wishes she could get pregnant! In that moment however, I was honest enough with myself to not care about the consequences. No matter what happened this evening between Sue and Donny, they were "performing" for my twisted desires; and, I was too far gone in my own voyeuristic world to understand what might happen in the future.

"Donny," Sue spoke and interrupted my thoughts, "do you have a condom? We can have sex, but you need some protection. I haven't been on the pill in a while because Joe had a vasectomy a few years ago. I...I mean I really want to have intercourse, but I can't take a chance. You understand don't you?"

My wife's young partner shut her up by ******* his big cock into

her slobbering mouth, saying, "Well that's too bad bitch because I never use them. Rubbers ruin sex for me, but if you're worried I might knock you up, I'll promise to pull out before I cum in your sweet cunt! That'll have to do because if I get no pussy tonight, I'll walk out of here and you'll never see me again! Look at you woman, naked in your own backyard, husband in the house ********, sucking my cock like a whore; you want to fuck me bad!"

In answer, Sue looked up at him, nodded slightly and then lay down on her back. My wife's feet were pointed in my direction so I could clearly see her shaved pussy when Donny licked her legs apart and eased his body between them. Moving up and on top of Sue, the mechanic rubbed his big penis along her slit and began to enter her pussy. At first Sue tensed up and tried to push him off, asking him to slow down. I know she'd never had something so large trying to invade her married cunt, but her young lover would not be denied. With a mighty shove, Donny plunged his big muscle all the way in my wife! Fortunately, he had also leaned down and covered Sue's mouth with his own, or I'm sure she would have screamed. Through the shadows, I could make out his big cock totally sealing my bride's painfully stretched cunt.

Donny held himself deep inside my wife, and let her body get accustomed to his size. The young mechanic kept kissing Sue then moved his right arm between their bodies to kneed and pull on her breasts. Moments later, my wife started humping up against the massive invader in her pussy while lifting her legs into the air. Sue then wrapped her arms around Donny's neck and returned his kiss passionately. The young man needed no other sign from my unfaithful wife. She had just given herself to him completely!

Donny started screwing Sue in earnest after than, driving his body forward like a piston to fuck her hard and claim what was his.

My wife moaned and squealed as Donny screwed her as only a young man could. His rapid strokes knocked the air out of Sue. She gasped for breath while begging him to fuck harder. Legs kicking wildly, Sue grabbed his ass with her hands, trying to pull him even deeper into her ****** pussy. Between their sloppy kisses, my wife continuously blurted out how much she loved Donny and how she'd never experienced any thing like his cock. After a few minutes, my wife brought her legs back almost to her tits and groaned loudly. I could see her toes clawing at the balls of her feet, indicating that she had a massive orgasm.

"Oh...God," my wife moaned into Donny's ear, "that's the best, I've never cum like that before. Never stop Donny, I want this all the time honey!"

Glad you like it Sue," Donny replied between grunts and deep breaths, "I'll be glad to be your man. You have the sweetest pussy I've ever had, shame your dumbass husband don't appreciate what he's got."

Donny announced that he wouldn't hold out much longer, and increased the pace of his assault on my wife's pussy. To my shock, as he began to pull out, she wrapped her legs tightly around his back and pulled him back deep inside. Donny managed to ask my bride if she was certain about this, but she was too far gone in another orgasm to answer. The young mechanic, groaning in exctasy, held himself inside my wife. I could have sworn I could see his heavy testicles jumping as they poured their fertile semen all the way to Sue's womb.

He collapsed on Sue while they kissed. Their sweaty bodies covered with grass, dirt, insects, and intertwined like they had been lovers forever. When Donny tried to apologize for cumming inside her, Sue touched his face gently and silenced him with another kiss.

"Its fine," My wife told him, "I guess I really wanted it. My husband if a good man, but I'm not getting any younger. I want excitement, I want someone to touch me and love me back as a woman, not just a wife."

They lay there for a few minutes in a post-sex glow. Eventually, my wife told Donny that she needed to get inside and clean up, before I awoke and wondered where she was. As Donny rose and put his dirty clothes back on, he got out his cell and called someone, telling them to pick him up at a gas station near our house. Sue tried to gather her skimpy clothes, but before she could dress, Donny told her to go into the house naked. She smiled and hesitated.

Go ahead Sue," he explained, "if you see him before you clean up, tell him the truth. You are my woman now and he let you go on his own."

At this, I made my way back to the porch and let myself in. I climbed the steps to the point I could look over the rail and see our back door. I didn't have too long to wait, because less than five minutes later my wife cautiously walked into the kitchen. She stood there in the gloom holding her clothes, totally naked.

I could swear she looked around briefly to see if I was around.

I watched as Sue opened the basement door to use the shower we had down there. Appreciating the irony, Sue descended to clean the filth of her lover from her, and wondered just how far she would descend for her young lover in the future.

I woke up angry the morning after watching my wife Sue screw Donny behind our garage. The fact that she freely gave herself to him was bad enough, but Sue clearly enjoyed getting his meat and showed some deep feelings for the young guy. I believed she wouldn't leave the ******** and me for another man, but I was uncertain. I realize that I had a hand in all of this, after all I did encourage her to tease Donny in the bar; however, my wife had clearly taken things to far. Alright, I told myself, if she wanted to have her "fun" I would try to turn the advantage my way.

Though I hated the feelings Sue was expressing toward her younger lover, I still had a twisted interest in watching her. Perhaps I could combine my voyeuristic desires, with some old fashion revenge. Unlike some husbands, seeing my wife cheat didn't make me love her more, it only filled my personal need to watch. The growing desire to punish her was another thing all together!

I got up that morning and noticed Sue hadn't been in bed after her tryst with Donny. Walking downstairs, I found my wife on her back ******** on the couch. Damn, the bitch hadn't bothered to cover up! She was splayed out completely naked with her still puffy and red cunt open to the world. She was cleaner than when she came into the house, but her shower last night had been hurried because I could still detect some grass and dirt peeking out from her ass crack and underarms. I shuddered as I walked away to the kitchen. After some breakfast, I dressed and went out to do some errands. I hit a camera place and bought a digital video recorder, then the library for a book on divorce.

I returned a few hours later in the early afternoon. I parked in the ally behind the garage in the oft chance that Sue was up to something. To check, I called her from my cell before I got out of the car. Answering, my bride seemed distracted, as if I caught her in the middle of something. She greeted me warmly, but asked me to hold on because she was on her cell with a "sick" friend. A few moments later we were trading pleasantries. I explained that I had been called into work because of an emergency. I apologized to Sue and begged her to forgive me. By the time I ended the call, I hope I convinced her that I would be gone all day.

It had been cool for summer so the house windows were open, affording me a chance to listen in on my wife's cell conversation. I circled around to the side of the house and stood outside the open window near our living room. I heard Sue say that I was gone and wouldn't be back until late which meant that she was free for the whole day! Sue then fell into an argument, questioning what kind of clothes she had to wear. "I'm not going out in the day dressed like that Donny!" my wife complained. Eventually, however, she calmed down and replied to the caller that, yes, she would be dressed in something sexy and would leave very soon. When she finished, I heard her go upstairs and decided to follow her if possible. Returning to my car, I pulled it around to the street, but still far enough away that I hoped she would miss it. Maybe Sue would be so occupied with her upcoming "appointment" that I could easily keep tabs on her.

I was stunned when I saw Sue leave our house and walk to her car. My wife looked like a complete slut, dressed in a sheer tube top that failed to hide her pert nipples under the thin fabric, a very short white mini-skirt, that was far too tight, and a pair of black high heeled pumps. The skirt was so snug around her ass that as she walked, wiggled was more like it, I could easily tell she was wearing black panties! No wonder she was hesitant to wear such an outfit, she could be mistaken for some cheap prostitute. Perhaps more puzzling to me was that I didn't even know she owned clothes like that.

My wife drove off without so much as a glance my way, which facilitated my surveillance plans. I was able to keep her in sight most of the way into the downtown area of our city, losing her only briefly when a truck pulled on front of me. Luckily I caught up at a red light and was able to stay in contact as she drove through a run-down area near the city center. Not surprisingly, Sue finally stopped at an old car repair place, practically falling down from disrepair and neglect. I realized, that this was probably the workplace of the guy that Sue sucked-off a few days earlier. She was out to see him no matter how disgusting the location of their tryst would be! Sue must have really been stricken with her dirty garage monkey. Now, of course, I just had to see what was going on within the dilapidated building, even if I had to see again that my spouse was breaking her wedding vows and acting like some depraved whore.

I parked behind another old building and walked around to the back of the garage. Cautiously, I looked in a half-open window and saw my pretty wife arguing with a big, unshaven man. He was well-muscled, had long hair, a tattoo, and very greasy clothes. He couldn't take his eyes off Sue while he was explaining, in a threatening tone, that Donny had left for the afternoon and would be back later. He also explained to my shocked wife that her young lover had sold her to his fellow workers for about two hundred dollars! At that, Sue turned to go but stopped when the big man mentioned that he knew she was fooling around with his friend. He also told her that he knew where she lived and that he was sure her husband would love to hear the whole story. "Yea, baby," the man drawled, "I bet your little dicked better half would dump you in a second if he knew you was fucking Donny. Listen bitch, Donny brings in a lot of cooze for me and the boys, and you are just the latest."

"W. . .What do you mean," Sue nervously asked as she turned back to the guy, "Donald and I haven't done anything! We're just good friends! Besides, he would never sell me to anyone...that isn't even legal."

Even I had to stifle a laugh at that one, but the man standing before Sue really got a chuckle out of her denial. He told my wife bluntly, that Donny had filled him and some of the other workers there in on her activities: the whole evening at the bar and last night's outside fuck. He warned Sue that if she didn't "share the wealth" with him, he'd come straight to me! My trapped bride looked around the place as if hoping for a quick way out, but she knew that her marriage and ******** were at stake now. Dejectedly, she asked him exactly what he wanted.

The big grease-ball at first asked for Sue's clearly visible panties. When she hesitated, the man reminded her what he would tell her husband. She must have been convinced that I was totally unaware of her recent actions. Sue pleaded with the big man not to treat her that way, but from the angry look on his face, my lovely spouse wasn't going to catch a break from this dude. He reminded her that he wanted his money's worth, so, slowly she reached up under her already short skirt and quickly pulled her black thong down her beautiful legs. She stepped out of the tiny brief, leaving it on the dirty, bug-infested floor.

The mechanic smiled and simply told Sue to keep on going. She must have felt defeated by now, because with no protest Sue undid her belt and squirmed out of her tight skirt. Except for her heels and skimpy top, my sexy wife stood exposed before this huge stranger! As Sue held out her skirt to the guy, he unzipped his pants and pulled out a gigantic prick. It was almost a foot long and as thick as a coke bottle. Sue stood transfixed, watching him work that awesome muscle back and forth with his filthy right hand. Clutching her skirt over her crotch, I really thought my wife was going to make a break for it but just then two other men walked into the room. One was a teenager, face covered with pimples, the second was a fat old guy carrying a beer.

"Listen honey," the big guy said, "we don't want to hurt you, all we want is a little action like Donny has been getting. After all we put up good money for you, and if you don't play along I know Donny will get really pissed. We figure you like him a lot, so don't ruin your relations with him honey. He'll be back in about an hour, you can take it up with him then."

Sue thought for a moment, then quietly replied that if they absolutely promised not to tell her husband about Donny or this, she'd try to be "accommodating". As she spoke, the newcomers were rubbing her naked ass and running their greasy hands up and down the backs of her legs. The youngest commented that he'd never been with such a "classy" lady before; he could tell that she really took care of herself. He stuck his fingers between Sue's legs from behind, opening them slightly, and began to toy with her bald pussy. While the teen was working a digit or two inside my wife's love hole from the rear, the big mechanic walked up, swatted her skirt onto the floor, and started frenching her luscious mouth. Honestly, I wasn't too surprised.

At first Sue seemed frightened, she stiffened as the men touched her, but soon she began to kiss the big dude back, attempting to clean his teeth with her long pink tongue. As they embraced, she reached down with her right hand and started jerking his big hard bone, rubbing the huge pole against her thighs. She was also moving her hips back and forth as the young fellow found her vaginal lips and proceeded to stick his bony middle finger right inside her married cunt!

The two other men took off their pants, ****** my wife to her knees, then all three made her begin servicing them orally. Poor Sue knelt before these strangers there on that horribly dirty floor, and sucked them noisily like the commonest of whores. The teen had a long, thin cock while the old man's prick was short and thick. However, the real object of Sue's attention was the big man's cock, which she tried her hardest to mouth. I was surprised to see my wife stretch her lips around the massive head of his cock then surge forward down the shaft until she gagged loudly. Each time she tried to lodge that monster in her throat, a little more slipped down her gullet. Of course she could never swallow all of that big weapon, but she did manage to get half of his dick covered with her mouth! All of the men where getting into this by now, calling Sue all sorts of filthy names and telling her that if she ever got tired of her husband, she could shack up with them. Even my wife appeared to enjoy herself finally, as I'm certain she believed that a blow job would get her out of that garage and leave her married pussy empty.

I had enough though! Turning away, I retraced my steps to the car and prepared to go, leaving my wanton bride to her own fate. My faithful wife was acting like a slut, she'd obviously decided that our vows no longer applied. Though my strong desire to watch her had really kicked in, the same need to punish my wife was as compelling. Sue was now Donny's whore and I began to understand that I wanted her to face the destruction of our marriage and family. The obvious proof would be for her to get pregnant or contract a STD. I also couldn't deny that I was very horny right then, knowing that Sue was so close by and blowing three strange mechanics made my dick ache! I decided to go back and make sure Sue had accepted her new role as Donny's bitch.

I approached the window again and heard my wife moaning in pleasure and the three men laughing. They told Sue she was a great piece of ass and that she should plan on staying there at the garage all day. Cautiously, I looked into the room and watched as Sue was sandwiched between two of the men while the fat guy was getting his stubby dick tongued by my bride. Sue was impaled on the first guy's big cock, as he was on his back, and the younger worker was sawing his long meat in and out of her once virgin ass. Sue's tube top was off her breasts, bunched now around her waist, so the big guy could squeeze and twist her large nipples. He tweaked them so harshly that soon ******* milk began to squirt out of those swollen red circles. As the two men in her lower holes fucked away, my wife suddenly gagged on the thick dork between her lips and swallowed rapidly. The fat guy really unleashed a big load down her throat because Sue finally had to let much of it escape from the corners of her mouth. He stepped away from her, while calling her a filthy whore, and sat in a chair to enjoy the rest of the show.

My wife must have had three or four orgasms within thirty minutes while I watched. She begged them to fuck her hard, and promised to come back anytime just for them alone! Finally, the teen tensed and held himself deep inside Sue's ass, shooting streams of his youthful ball-milk up her bowels. What an enema she'd received! When he fell away, leaving my bride's rectum gapping open and leaking cum, the man beneath her began to buck up hard. Sue moved up and down his cock like a puppet, seemingly unable to control her own body. He shouted that he was going to cum, which made her look at him in horror.

"Oh no!!" Sue shouted, "Please! I'm not protected, you'll get me pregnant! Let me off and I'll drain you with my mouth. I only want Donny to cum in me, ok honey?"

However, the man was a little too far gone to pull out now, He grabbed my spouse with both arms and, bringing her down to his burly chest then holding her tight, shoved every inch of his mammoth cock up her vagina! Since Sue is kind of small in there, I'm certain that the guy's dick-head was thudding right up against her cervix and pouring out its millions of sperm close to her tubes! The fact, however, that the man had soiled her married womb, caused Sue to have her greatest orgasm yet. She almost passed out from the pleasure, content to let the strange mechanic's now flaccid penis fall with an audible "plop" from her very messy pussy. I couldn't believe how much semen dripped from Sue's open cunt, he must have dumped a huge load into her body!

When Sue came to her senses a few moments later, she stood and pleaded with the trio to let her use a restroom. She desperately wanted to try and wash as much of the mechanic's goo out of her puffy cunt as possible. The three chuckled at that and told my spouse, now all dirty and sweaty from rolling around on the disgusting floor, that she was a whore, and whores stay dirty! To emphasize their point, the old man got up and, bending Sue over an old desk, took out a crusty old snot rag tucked in his back pocket. Sue began to cry, pleaded with them to let her douche or she'd be knocked-up but as the youngster and the big greaser held her on the desk, the fat old man shoved his crappy handkerchief straight up her still open pussy!

"There, you stupid fucking bitch," the old guy crowed, "You better keep this rag up your pussy so none of that good working- man juice drips out! You better be proud to have chance to have one of our babies!!"

He started spanking Sue on the ass with his strong hands while the others held her. I could have sworn, Sue had another orgasm while the old man reddened her pretty butt! He then told her that she would have to come back whenever they paid Donny for her married pussy and wanted their nuts drained. My wife began sobbing as she collected her skirt and tried to pull her filthy tube top over her tits. The mechanics grabbed her thong and put it on a hook near the desk, explaining that it was a trophy for the business. The big dude told her to sit until Donny got back, then took her purse so she couldn't leave.

My defeated wife just sat there for the next fifteen minutes swatting at flies and attempting to keep a little dignity. Her hem rose up her legs constantly, exposing her swollen pussy and the dirty handkerchief lodged inside. Her discomfort increased even more when a thin, older black man walked in the shop.

"I'm here to get my ride, you tuned it up," the newcomer said, then turned to see my wife sitting near by, "Damn...I didn't know you also sold THAT kind of service as well!"

The big mechanic's face lit up as if he just had the greatest idea ever. He explained to the newcomer that for an extra fifty dollars, added discretely to the bill, he could get a blowjob from this fine married whore. Mindlessly, the black man handed over his credit card to the mechanic and smiled in anticipation. When my wife stood, trying to protest the unexpected sale of her oral talents, the big grease-ball just pointed to the security camera and her trophy thong still on that hook. Sue meekly nodded as her customer pushed her to the bathroom door in the office. The last things I saw as the door closed were the dude dropping his pants, my wife kneeling in front of him, and that the bathroom was a real filthy mess.

The trio of men that had banged Sue earlier all gathered around the door and laughed at my wife gagging and *******. They agreed to screw her again once she'd finished her "work" in the bathroom. Suddenly though, a voice caused them to turn their heads.

"What the fuck is going on in here? I leave you a pretty whore for a few minutes and I don't see her, AND no fucking work is getting done either!" Sue's boy friend Donny had returned, and was really pissed.

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I have willing submitted to dominant couple as a sissy panty cum whore. I agreed to service both in any situation of their choosing and endure private and public *********** at their hands. We meet for the first time after many phone contacts in a parking lot of a large mall complex in suburbia in her van. He is a short fat dweeb and she is a crass bottle blonde, both past their prime and neither seeming to have cared for a long time. They are repugnant. Yet my submissive fetish needs overcome any repulsion I feel and actually their repulsiveness makes them more appealing. I am required to show them that I obeyed their directive to wear panties to the meeting. I wore one of my favourite pairs of filmy red nylon, tulle edging, ruched in the back to hug my cheeks and a lacy front panel with my dickette pulled firmly between my legs to show off my sissy cleft and mound. Neither are as impressed I was hoping. He complains that I my clit is not hard and doubts that I am excited enough with our meeting. She complains that I haven't shaved enough of my pubic mound for her liking. They berate me over these trivialities and my commitment until I get frustrated and peeved enough to show defiance.

Their smiles make my skin crawl, my stomach churns with trepidation, my brain screams it's time to go but my knees have gone weak and I slip to the floor between their seats my pants about knees and my sissy clit expanding as I recant my sissy mantra -- "I am a sub sissy slut. I am a wanton cum whore. I am a prissy pain bitch. I am Your Sissibitch."

She claps excitedly squealing, "Take off your shirt Bitch and put this on!", handing me a frilly pink negligee. While I scramble to comply she turns in her seat spreading her legs exposing her cleanly shaved bare cunt that I stare at transfixed as I slip the shimmering negligee over my head. I knelt there trembling until his hand grasps my hair pushing me towards her waiting pussy. As I get closer my lips purse to kiss it while I notice that it is wet and sticky with what can only be cum. "Lick me," I hear her gasp breathlessly from above me and I do. While I perform cunnilingus on her sloppy wet cunt he fondles my sissy clit first gently then rougher then gently once more. They both encourage my efforts verbally as her hands pull my head deeply between her thighs as some other mans cum oozes wetly from her hole to fill my mouth and coat my face with slick goo. Griping my head fiercely she grinds her hips into my face ********** me. She cums. Noisily.

Struggling for breath I whimper into her crotch as he continues to massage my sissy clit mercilessly. My world explodes as my clit erupts into the crotch of my straining panties. She thrusts me away screaming, "Did you just cum?" in my face. Gasping for breath, disorientated I find it impossible to respond. Her slap startles me from my stupor as she hisses, "Who told you could cum bitch?" while griping my face with her nails ******* my face up close to hers. I can feel the spray of spit as she screams "You cum when I say you can cum you worthless twat!"

I flinch when He growls slipping his fingers under the lacy edge of my cum soaked panties giving my sissy clit a painful squeeze until I squeal from the intensity of the pain. Enjoying my writhing futile attempts to pull away he entwines his free hand in my hair holding me still before releasing my now deflated dickette only to hold his cum covered hand before my face. I don't need to be told and dutifully begin licking it clean of my cum trying to wipe the displeasure off his face. He scowls when he has had enough allowing her to guide my face and lips to the splatters of my cum that have dribbled from by panties to pool onto their van floor. Again I show willing enthusiasm attempting to please knowing ultimately it is futile.

The sound of his zipper stops me half lick. As he shifts his position on his seat to straddle my body between his legs I slowly complete the licking my cum from the floor and turn to stare fixedly at his erection poking through the gap in his trousers. I lick my lips and move to engulf the large purple head of his knob with my mouth. He moans with appreciation as my tongue rolls over the sensitive tip of his erection wetly. The need to please this dominant male, this dweeb I would normally hold in contempt, consumes me with wanton passion and any common sense I may still retain. Performing fellatio on this twerp in a van in a car park in broad daylight was making me more sexually excited than I ever remembered in my life. As I slowly purposefully continued to attend to this mans erection my own dickette became painfully erect with excitement.

I moaned over his cock as she reached between the cheeks of my butt to slip a lubed finger into my sissy clit. As she pumped away enthusiastically I swooned over the cock in my mouth. Her other hand reached into my panties and gripped my cumy cockette pulling it gently as it strained against the luxurious nylon of my panties. I felt his cock surge with imminent orgasm. His cock pulsed between my lips and daylight flickered as his cum shot hotly over my tongue. I quickly swallowed to make room for his next spurt of hot sticky cum gurgling ecstatically as she massaged my dickette while plunging her finger deeply into my sissy hole. He filled my mouth again as I filled my panties with an orgasm that exploded from me. I was spent collapsing between his thighs my mouth sucking rhythmically on his deflating member, I whimpered meekly as his fingers gripped my hair to pull my face from his crotch as I sank back onto her fingers still invading my sissy cunt.

A thin rope of his sticky goo hung from my lips to his maleness as he held me over his cock. Pursing my lips I sucked into my mouth and held it there on tongue. His hand pulled my face up to stare vacantly into his sinister smirk. His cum coated my lips wetly as I spread them to show him his cum on my tongue. His eyes had a glint in them that told me that he knew that I was his completely, utterly, that he could use me however he wished and I would come crawling back for more. Held transfixed by his power over me as I filled my panties with more cum. He smiled knowingly. Her fingers were in my mouth and I sucked on them mechanically.

His face went hard a cruel glint in his eye told me that there was more to this morning yet. My body trembled as he slowly, purposefully removed the belt from his trousers. A spinning motion with his finger conveyed that I should turn around in the cramped space between their seats and assume the position -- head down, buttocks up, presented. As I scrambled to obey I noticed that she had produced a small leather paddle that had "pain" written on it. My whimper and hesitation drew a wicked smile to her lips with an evil glint in her eye. As soon as my buttocks was produced hands grasped the edges of my panties to pull them roughly between into the crack of ass to expose my cheeks, first to fondling and comments that made me shiver in anticipation, a vicious pinch to my inner thigh that made me yelp in pain, before a stinging lash of his belt. They followed no pattern. The belt, the paddle, softer, harder, steadily turning my exposed cheeks crimson. I reveled in it having my creamy pantied crotch in full view as they lashed my ass mercilessly.

The blows then become more purposeful. The belt striking so as to wrap around my thigh stinging. The paddle falling between my cheeks closer and closer to my cum wet crotch, then my sissy clit. I squealed in pain. Still they struck me until I was sobbing uncontrollably. His hand grasping my hair hauled me back up and roughly around to face them. I simpered and squirmed with my butt glowing hotly behind me. They studied my tear streaked face calmly enjoying the pain they had inflicted. "Hands out," he commanded quietly and though I whimpered please no as I complied. Kneeling between their seats I held my trembling hands before them palm up. They waited savouring the moment. I cringed when he pretended to strike me with his belt to their immense pleasure. As I stared wild eyed uncomprehending their laughter she struck. I bit my lip and whimpered. He struck. The pain and *********** were everything I remembered from my youth. As they took turns strapping my hands my sissy clit become embarrassingly engorged. She was the first to notice my clit straining against the filmy wet material between my thighs shrieking with laughter and ***** at my uncontrollable wanton desire.

"Masturbate yourself," she hissed and I quickly complied, rubbing my pain hot hands between my legs while they smirked and *****d me more. I didn't care, I needed to cum and when I did it was a mind blowing, strength draining experience. I collapsed before them my body convulsing as the orgasm surging through my body. The van starting startled me. The crashing open of the side door flooding the interior with light exposing my near nakedness to the outside world had me scrambling pathetically to cover up. Her hand in my hair hauled me ******** from the haven of the van floor into daylight as I hurried to pull up my pants and cover my cumy wet panties and glowing red bottom. While I struggle with my pants they hurriedly pulled away leaving me there standing there dazed still wearing the pink negligee.

Looking about nervously I rushed for my car fumbling for my keys to unlock it. Everything about the last hour seemed surreal and it wasn't for the burning reminder of my bottom and the sticky wetness in the crotch of my panties I could have convinced myself it had been a dream. A tow truck pulled up behind my car blocking me in as I slipped into the front seat and closed the door. The trucks emergency lights went on startling me to look in the mirror and wonder why the driver was getting out when his truck was blocking me in. I fumbled to put the keys in the ignition wondering if I dared get out to get him to move when the opening of my passenger door caused me to shriek with fright. I was stuttering trying to tell him that I hadn't called for a tow truck nor needed one when the fat driver snarled "Shut up," at me. I squeaked with indignation immediately telling the lout to get out of my car when he slapped me growling "Shut up!"

I was stunned. I stared at him gape mouthed my cheek stinging attempting to voice my anger when he slapped me again. His ***** shot angry eyes held me, dared me to say something more while I despaired silently. I flinched as his hand flashed out again ducking away from the blow shrieking again as instead of striking me he grabbed my hair entwining his fingers in it. My hand went for the door handle but his hand full of hair pulled me violently towards him and held me trembling with fright. I was frozen with fear at what this brutish man could be up to. He held me letting me wonder, his hand stating his control and a thin smile letting me know he was enjoying it.

Quietly so I had to strain to hear he started to speak, "I saw what you did in that van," as the implications of what he was telling me sank in my entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. I cast my eyes about frantically not knowing what I was looking for, my mind wishing I was anywhere else. I couldn't deal with this, I went numb, limp beneath his grip. His nodding head and throaty chuckle made me whimper but I had no will power to resist him as he pulled my face towards the bulge in his filthy jeans. Simpering I trembled as he held there waiting for me to finally succumb and hesitantly start to pop the straining buttons hiding his manhood.

The smell of him was powerful. A sickening mixture of sweat and urine. I swallowed hard to fight the urge to gag as I exposed his member straining against the stained material on his underwear. The thumb on his free hand hooked beneath the waist band of his filthy underwear to haul them away from his engorged member. I feebly tried to pull away squealing with revulsion as the large purple head on his thickly veined oily member brushed my lips. Pre-cum glistened on the tip as he pulled my face onto his cock. Barely having time to open my mouth I struggled to accommodate his size. The smell of his exposed groin was overwhelming. My senses reeled as I tried to cope as he used his grip on my hair to harshly bob my head up and down on his cock.

There was nothing I could do save trying to cope with his size and smell. He used my mouth mercilessly ******* my face down into his fat sweaty belly and pubes making me ***** on his erection. I gagged struggling to not be sick when his cock pulsed filling my mouth with his cum. I couldn't accommodate the volume nor swallow fast enough gagging again. His cum filled my mouth and throat ******* me to pull against the vicious hold of his hand in my hair as I snorted cum out my nose. He pulled me away while I *****d on his cum breathless and stunned. I tasted the foulness of it, breathed it. It dripped from my nose. From my chin. He turned my head to face him, his evil smirk filling me with dread as I sniffed back another drip of his cum my body trembling again. His look turned to disgust as he released my hair then without a word got out of car and was gone.

I broke down sobbing. I cried like a little girl. Clumsily I searched for tissues to wipe away the pigs gooey cum that stuck to my face and hung from my chin. I was frantic to get home and get clean. Filled with self loathing I shred the negligee as I tore it from my body. Stumbling from my car I retrieved my shirt from the carpark not caring that it was now filthy and wet. Driving away I noticed cum had already begun to soak through the crotch of my trousers. My butt and hands still tingled from the strappings I had endured and I could taste cum with every breath. I felt totally humiliated. Used. It felt as though every other driver was staring at me and somehow knew what I had just done.

Pulling into my parking spot was a huge relief yet it took every ounce of my courage to slip from behind the wheel and sneak to my apartment without being confronted by any of my neighbours. It wasn't to be as my ancient landlady appeared out of no where to confront me about some meaningless complaint from the bitch who lived next door to me. I prayed that the dim light of the hallway would hide any tell signs of my recent misadventures. She seemed to take pleasure in my contrite attitude as I nodded to appease her so I could just get away. Finally after berating me verbally for a good ten minutes she stepped aside allowing me to slip by and slink off to my apartment. Just as I believed I had gotten away her nails dug into my arm bringing up short. Startled I gasped and then hung my head in shame as she shrieked, "What's this? Have you had an accident?" pointing accusingly at the soaked through crotch of my trousers. "My god," she hissed, "have you no shame?" However the obvious red of shame had flushed my face scarlet as tears whelmed up from no where beneath the contempt of her glare. "You're disgusting," she growled through clenched teeth pushing me away so I could scurry away. "I'll be watching you," she added shrilly to my retreating back.

Oh god was all I could think as I hurried to get into the relative safety of my apartment. Once there I stripped off my soiled clothing and headed for the shower. No amount of scrubbing seemed to take the stink of *********** away. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror for all my shame as I tried to brush away the taste of cum from my mouth. Pulling on my housecoat I zoned out in front of the tv as I contemplated the outcome of my mornings activities. So many conflicting feelings assailed me over what I had recently done. I felt shame at the memory of sucking my first cock yet as I did so my own cock, my sissy cockette stirred in arousal. How could I be aroused by such a humiliating act. The look of lust on the face of the fat stinking tow truck driver as he ****** me to perform fellatio on him made me shiver with unknown emotions. My cockette continued to swell as I remembered the intimate details of the *********** the couple had inflicted on me and that other people had seen them, with one taking advantage of my vulnerable situation to ***** me some more. Meekly I slipped from the sofa to shuffle off to my room and fetch a special pair of ruffled panties from my special drawer. As slipped them up my smooth legs the realisation of sissy longings were yet to be fully explored.