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In The Park

I heard the buzz of the alarm go off and grumred a little as I turned around to turn it off. The blue lights on the clock read five. I sat up and stretched, wishing that it was the weekend. I got up; put on my glasses; grabbed the ashtray and my cigarettes; and proceeded to the kitchen for my morning coffee. As I turned on the recess lighting in the living room, my one year old American bulldog looked up at me from his position on the couch. He grunted and I spoke, "Yeah Bo I know. Its early but what can you do."

I made my coffee, grabbed the laptop and sat down at the kitchen table. Bo came over, putting his massive black and white head on my lap. I petted his ears while he yawned. I cooed at him, "such a pretty boy. Look at you. You about ready for your walk?" He perked up and began gnawing on my hand. This is Bo's way of affection, trying to eat you. I told him to stop as I got up. I found my shoes and coat. It was warm for February, but my coat was still needed. I wished for summer. I hated wearing a coat out for a walk. Bo was bad enough trying to handle. His massive 120 pound body was too big for me if he caught hold of something he wanted. I grabbed the leash and met Bo at the door.

It took a minute to leash him. He gets overly excited and will not listen to commands, but soon we were out the door. The wind was cold and I pulled my coat to me. I looked around at my still pitch black neighborhood and longed for summer again. Bo and I made pretty good time. I have always joked that I keep, puppy pace, which basically means I jog and Bo walks. We made it down to the park; Bo's favorite spot. Here he can be free, there is no one up this early in the morning; and I can take him off his leash and let him run around.

I took him off the leash and giggled as he stood there for a minute, "go get'em boy! Go on." He looked back at me once before taking off. I watched him run; I watched all the muscles in his body tense and release as he played around. He is a true *******ing machine.

I heard noises on the path and whistled for Bo as I thought, "fuck I hope he comes to me. Someone else decided that they should walk this early, fucking up Bo's whole deal!"

I knew if I could not get him back, I'd have trouble. Bo doesn't like people. He's not meant to; he's meant to ******* anyone he thinks may threaten me. He thinks the wind threatens me. I could see him way off in the distance and I lit a cigarette, while calling for him again, "C'mon douche! Let's go!"

The permister was getting closer, and it was making me nervous to think of someone else out here with me in a semi-secluded area. I saw him then, and he had a dog. "Oh fucking great! Just another reamister to get sued!"

Bo wasn't paying any attention to me or the other permister. He'd found something that was fun.

The man walked up to me on the left hand side, "morning, loose your dog?"

"No, I let him go. He likes it. Usually there's no one else here."

"Yeah my dog likes it too. I am usually here later, but I woke up early today."

I nodded, "Hmm."

I called for Bo again. I felt scared. I was happy when I saw Bo start running towards me, but then my heart dropped when something else caught his attention and off he went. The man chuckled, "he still a pup? What kind is he?"

"Yes. And he's an American Bulldog."

"Oh he looked like a Pit."

I always got a little offended when people told me this. Bo doesn't look like a Pit at all, no where close.

"No. He could eat Pit for breakfast. He's closest relative is the Bull Mastiff."

"Oh that's why he's so fucking big."

"Yeah and usually protective."

"Is he aggressive?"

"Depends on what you mean by that."

He nodded his head and I shook mine and sighed. I hated being a bitch, though I'm extremely good at it, "look Guy. I gotta get my dog and go so I can go to work. It would be in your best interest if you weren't around when he comes to me."

"I get the picture lady. You don't have to be so mean."

"Whatever."

He began to walk away and I started to head towards Bo. I got halfway through the field when I felt myself being knocked over and the weight of someone on my small frame. I tried to call out but I hand went over my mouth. As I looked up to see where Bo was, I saw the man's German Sheppard sitting in front of me.

"Listen, bitch, just shut up. And if you call that dog over, I'll fucking ******* you."

I nodded and whimpered as I felt my jogging pants being pulled down. I felt the man's other hand run across my ass, "you gotta a nice ass slut. Firm and round, just like I like'em." I tensed and felt my head being shaken from side to side.

"Say thank you bitch! I gave you a compliment."

I didn't know what else to do and gave a meek thank you.

"That'a girl. I'm-a 'bout to tear this fine ass up. You ready?"

To avoid any complications I nodded my head.

"Good girl."

I felt his weight shift as he took out his cock. He ran it up and down my ass crack. I could feel it getting hard and I realized how big and fat his cock was. I tensed again. This was going to hurt, and hurt bad.

I was a little mad at myself; I was in this situation that I found frightening, but I was also being aroused by it. I've always been the type of girl who liked to be taken by power, and this was as powerful as it came. My pussy was drenched, though, I didn't want it to be. My clit was throbbing, and I knew the minute his cock was shoved in me, I would come.

I heard him mutter, "here it comes, bitch."

Then felt his cock jam into my tight little pussy. I let out a scream of both pleasure and pain. My body began to shake and as I knew, I came in a matter of seconds, spraying juices all over his cock.

"Goddamn, you are enjoying this aren't you?"

I stretched out and decided to take it. I was enjoying it so why not.

"Yeah now fuck me."

"You want it. You got it slut."

He jammed his thick cock in and out of my pussy, holding my throat tightly as I moved my ass with him.

"C'mon you sick bastard. Fuck me! Harder! Give me that fucking cock. Is that all you got, you fucking pussy!"

He growled and pulled me up on to my knees. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting all his weight into me. My pussy hurt; I could feel his cock in my belly and I could feel jabbing pain, like all my organs were being pushed up and out of position.

"You nasty little fucking whore. This the way you like it? You like getting that pussy hurt?"

"Yes! Fuck it! Give it to me."

"I'm-a give you something."

He moved and spun me around, shoving his cock in my mouth. He fucked my throat as hard as he fucked my pussy. Tears began to roll down my cheeks as my throat felt like it was on fire. He grunted and shoved his cock further down my throat, holding my head there. I felt his hot cum shoot from him and hit my throat. I fetishd and coughed, spitting cum all over.

He pulled my head from him, looked down, and smiled, "that's a good girl. You be here tomorrow at the same time and I'll give you more what you like."

I nodded as I wipe cum from my cheeks. "yes Sir."

He grabbed his dog and walked away. I got up and saw Bo sitting not too far from me.

"Come here douche."

He came over and I leashed him back up. I patted him on the head, "what a guard dog you are."

He cocked his head up to me and I laughed as we walked back home.
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She had never been opposed to anal play, but not like this. She knew he'd just slam it in there with no regards to how much pain she would be in.

He whipped her around and brought his hand down to her throat. He held her throat tight enough where she had trouble breathing. She watched, wide-eyed, as he moved to straddle her chest. He rubbed his cock along her full, soft lips, then smacked her with it. It came down with a thud and dull pain went through her lips.

"You're gonna learn not to tell me no, whore."

He moved both his hands to the hinges of her jaw and pressed down hard until she opened her mouth. She went to open it to beg him to stop, but not a word came from her. As soon as her lips were parted, he shoved his cock down her throat. Her body bucked, her arms flailed up to his hips as she fetishd.

"That's it, bitch, get it nice and wet."

She sputtered and spit around his cock, drops of spittle landed back on her face as he drove his cock deep down her throat.

She was confused. Her mind told her that this wasn't right; he needed to stop, but her body was reacting differently. She could feel her pussy getting moist. Her mouth automatically began to suck him when he pulled back. Her tongue swirled around his cock. She tried to make herself stop but couldn't.

He brought his cock out of her mouth and she took a big, gasping breath. She grunted as he slapped his wet cock against her cheek.

"My, my you're a good little cock-sucker."

She just looked at him and his cock came down harder against her cheek, "say thank you Sir when I give you a compliment!"

"Thank you Sir."

He inched down her body, and sat on her stomach. She let out another grunt as his weight caused her to not breath properly. His hands came to her full tits.

"I didn't get a chance to really see this body last time. You're a hot little, thing."

He looked at her and she whispered, "thank you Sir."

He nodded and pinched her nipples hard. Her body bucked under him and her eyes rolled back.

"You like it rough, don't ya? I knew you would."

She didn't say anything, but watched as he moved and stretched out over her body. He brought his mouth to her nipples and began to lick and bite them. She was surprised when she heard herself let out a moan. He looked at her and smiled before biting her nipple hard enough to make her cry out.

He shifted his weight again, positioned his cock, and slammed it into her pussy. She let out a surprised yelp at the powerfulness of his thrust. He bent down into her ear again. His breath tickled her neck as he spoke, "you know I'm gonna get that ass today, right."

She shook her head. His cock was thick and she knew how much it was going to hurt.

"Oh yeah. I'm gonna."

He thrust hard into her pussy, making her body rock.

She whispered, "please, don't. It's too big. It's gonna hurt so bad. Fuck me, fetish me with your cock. Just please don't stick that fucking thing in my ass."

He brought at hand up to her cheeks and squeezed her face.

"I'll do what I want. I'm gonna make you my little ass-slut. You'll be begging for it."

She whimpered, "no, no, no."

He laughed, "yes, yes, yes."

She made a little sound as he lifted his weight off her body. He grabbed her by her hair, pulled her up, and spun her around, dropping her on the bed stomach side down. He grabbed hold of her hips and brought her round ass in the air. He rubbed it, "god you gotta nice fucking ass."

"Thank you Sir."

He chuckled, "you're getting the hang of it aren't you."

She cringed as she felt the tip of his cock press against her tight hole. She tried squirming away and was pinned down by his hand on her shoulders.

"You'll only make it worse if you do that. Just stop moving and be a good girl."

She had no time to plead again. She felt hot searing pain go through her entire body as he slammed his cock into her ass. She became dizzy and nauseas with the pain, sweat began to pour down her hot, now red, face. She let out a long loud, "Ouch!" And he let out a sound of pure pleasure before speaking, "God that ass is so tight around my cock!"

He began to thrust hard and deep into her, causing her to let out guttural sounds with each movement. She tried tucking her ass down; it didn't work; he grabbed her hips, dug his fingers into the soft flesh and kept pounding.

"Aw fuck, this fine ass is gonna make my cock explode."

She whimpered and whined as she felt his cock getting ready to come. She admitted to herself that she felt a little cheated. He wasn't waiting long enough for the pain to subside and for her to feel the pleasure of getting fucked in the ass. She got mad at herself for feeling this way.

She felt the ropes of seed shoot into her. She was both relieved and sad that it was over. He laid down on top of her again and whispered into her ear.

"I'm really beginning to like this relationship."

She didn't know what to say to that, and got mad when she nodded towards him.

He sat up, smacked her ass, and went to the doorway, "Until next time, bitch."

She sat up, her body sore. She debated on jumping in the shower again. She still had time before work. She didn't; she put her panties back on, got dressed and walked softly and sorely out of the bedroom to grab another cup of coffee. The only thing on her mind was when she was going to be taken by him next.
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"I'm sorry to upset you Jelena. I was just going to show Mark your beautiful breasts. He has never seen a woman's breast before. Besides, everyone can practically see them already. What if we just let him see? He can just look down the front of your dress. No one else will be able to see. Besides, they're just breasts. It's not like we're showing him your pussy or anything."

A few people sitting around started laughing and Jelena's thoughts started spinning out of control. "They're just breasts?" she thought. "Really? Then why does he want to see them? Had Mr. Elman just say 'pussy?' Can he say that to me, an employee? Isn't that sexual harassment?" While she panicked, though, she just looked away at the ground and said nothing. Mr. Elman took her lack of protest as a yes. She knew he would. He reached down and grabbed the top of the dress and pulled it away from her body. When her breasts became fully visible to Mark, he stopped massaging. Mr. Elman urged him on.

"Keep massaging her shoulders, Mark."

Mark resumed. Why didn't she just say no? She could have refused and got up and left. But she didn't, and she hated them for it. Another man walked up behind them and began peering at her cone-shaped breasts, with their nipples betraying her by puffing out and becoming highly sensitized.

She raised her hand to push the fabric back over her, but it was quickly seized by Mr. Elman. "It's okay," he said. "He's just looking . . . and they're just tits."

"But you said..."

"Shhhh...." He cut her off.

She felt her power to resist waning. She was giving in. Now he was referring to her breasts as "tits." She had become a pair of "tits." Her tits, and the rest of her body, was betraying her, too. She felt her neck and face burning with shame. But rather than get up and leave, she let her shoulders fall and leaned back, closing her eyes. She even relaxed her legs letting them part just a little. She was more than just a pair of tits. She was a pussy, too. This fact was not lost on the two old perverts sitting across from her.

Mr. Elman held her dress farther out away from her. He, Mark, and the other unidentified man had a clear view of naked breasts under the dress. Once it was obvious what was happening, others came over and enjoyed the view down her top. Her breath quickened and her chest heaved.

Mr. Elman said, "Mark, I think her leaning back means that she's inviting you to touch her breasts." She didn't respond to what Mr. Elman said. Mark did. He reached his clumsy hands down the front of her dress. His touch was like an electric shock. He was clumsy and rough. He reached straight for her swollen nipples and pinched hard. The pain perfectly distracted her from what was happening, giving her something to focus on. A groan escaped her lips as she let her head go completely back. The unidentified man cradled her head and neck in his hands and caressed her.

"Mmmm. She likes that Mark," Mr. Elman said. He slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting the dress fall down beneath her bust, completely exposing her now sore and swollen breasts for the whole remaining group, which consisted of eight men and two women. She felt her own inner heat wash over her, and could feel herself alternately experiencing hot flashes and breaking out in chill bumps. She began to tremble. Mr. Elman then slipped his hand in between her knees, pulling her legs open.

Here she was . . . a boy pulling and pinching her aching nipples and her legs open for men she didn't even know to see between her legs to her panties. She wondered if there were already a wet spot.

"Why don't you kiss her, Mark?" Mr. Elman said.

"Open your mouth Jelena. It's just a kiss," he said, authoritatively.

She complied. Mark began kissing her lips. But Mr. Elman told him, "Kiss her harder, and deeper, Mark. Put your tongue in her mouth. Make her suck on your tongue."

Mark was kissing her roughly, probing her mouth with his tongue. She kissed back, flipping her tongue against his and sucking it deeper into her mouth. Mr. Elman leaned up to her ear. She could feel his breath on her as he said, "I want you to spread your legs wide open for me and hold them there. Then I want you to pull your panties to the side. I'm going to feel your pussy. If it is wet, we're going to fuck you."

The way he said it was humiliating to her, as if it were her fault somehow that her pussy was soaking wet—as if she were the one making the decisions here. What did he mean, "we?"

"Suck on her tits, Mark," Mr. Elman said, "while I feel her cunt." The word "cunt" sent shivers through her. She was trembling so hard anyone would have noticed. They were using her. And she was letting them. She wanted them to take her. Her "cunt" throbbed and gushed with wetness. She could feel her lips tingling, swelling, and opening to Mr. Elman and he had yet to even touch her between her legs. She couldn't believe this was happening in broad daylight at the home of her boss and a bunch of other people she hardly knew.

As Mark started sucking on her breasts, she arched her back, serving her tits to his mouth. Simultaneously, one set of salty fingers entered her mouth while another pulled her hair from behind, hurting her slightly. They must have belonged to the unidentified man, she thought. But it didn't matter anymore who did what. The men around her would melt into one mélange of cocks, balls, fingers, and mouths.

She had shaved herself completely in anticipation of her supposed date, which made her feel more like a total whore, and she could hear the sounds—cheers even—of the other people at the cookout as she reached down and pulled her own panties to the side so that Mr. Elman could show the crowd how much she liked what they were doing to her. It shamed her that he was making her participate in her own offense. Once she had exposed her pussy, she heard him say, "look at this smooth little shaved pussy, " before she felt a few light slaps. You could hear the embarrassing sound of wetness when his hand made contact. Then it happened: his fingers began to slide effortlessly in and out of her, right there in front of everybody.

"Why Jelena," said Mr. Elman as he finger-fucked her, "you've got the wettest little cunt I've ever seen." She couldn't help but let a moan escape around the fingers that swirled around her mouth. "It's wonderful. You all have got to feel this!"

Other hands began to explore her. Jelena could hardly stand it. She felt an orgasm welling up inside her already. Mr. Elman was an expert. He curved his two fingers upward inside her and was rubbing her g-spot, which, she knew, would make her have a squirting orgasm right there in front of everybody. She did not want to make any more of a spectacle out or herself than she already was, but she knew she wouldn't be able to help it.

Just then she felt his fingers slip out of her opening. She started to panic. What was he doing? Why was he stopping?

"Okay Jelena. If you want to come, you're going to have to fuck these fingers yourself."

He was making her fuck his fingers so that she could come. It occurred to her one last time to get up and leave, but that would be awkward, she thought. She felt humiliated, but it only added to her arousal and she was so close to orgasm. Her eyes began to tear up and she sobbed a bit onto the fingers in her mouth as she raised her hips and pushed her cunt onto the fingers, bucking and bucking and bucking her hips into them. The utter shamefulness of this situation: a young boy still sucking her nipples while she sucked another man's dirty fingers and fucked her boss's fingers drove her over the edge quickly. She shuddered to her first orgasm. Thrusting her hips forward, her pussy pushed Mr. Elman's fingers out and began to squirt streams of ejaculate from her quivering pussy and trembling body. The fingers left her mouth and she screamed "Oh my god! Ohhhhh! God!—to the delight of all watching. Catcalls rang out among the crowd that had made their way closer and formed a circle around her. She heard Mr. Elman say, "we got ourselves a squirter, ladies and gentlemen, a perfect little slut with a shaved, squirting pussy." She wasn't a slut, was she? What the fuck had she gotten herself into?
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How had this happened? Jelena had only agreed to come to the picnic at her boss's house because she felt sort of obligated and because she was feeling like being around people. Now here she was, being led by her boss, Mr. Elman, to allow people she hardly knew expose her breasts and kiss her in front of a bunch of other people she didn't know. And worse, she was about to pull her panties to the side so that they could see how wet all this had made her tingling pussy.

"What have I gotten myself into?" Jelena wondered. "Why don't I just get up now and go? They're not going to hold me down and power themselves on me."

But she didn't. She didn't get up and leave.

"Suck on her tits, Mark," Mr. Elman said, "while I feel her cunt." The word "cunt" sent shivers through her. She was trembling so hard anyone would have noticed. They were using her. And she was letting them. She wanted them to take her.

Her "cunt" throbbed and gushed with wetness. She could feel her lips tingling, swelling, and opening to Mr. Elman and he had yet to even touch her between her legs. She couldn't believe this was happening in broad daylight at the home of her boss and a bunch of other people she hardly knew.

As Mark started sucking on her breasts, she arched her back, serving her tits to his mouth. Simultaneously, one set of salty fingers entered her mouth while another pulled her hair from behind, hurting her slightly. They must have belonged to the unidentified man, she thought. But it didn't matter anymore who did what. The men around her would melt into one mélange of cocks, balls, fingers, and mouths.

She had shaved herself completely in anticipation of her supposed date, which made her feel more like a total whore, and she could hear the sounds—cheers even—of the other people at the cookout as she reached down and pulled her own panties to the side so that Mr. Elman could show the crowd how much she liked what they were doing to her. It shamed her that he was making her participate in her own offense. Once she had exposed her pussy, she heard him say, "look at this smooth little shaved pussy, "before she felt a few light slaps. You could hear the embarrassing sound of wetness when his hand made contact. Then it happened: his fingers began to slide effortlessly in and out of her, right there in front of everybody.

"Why Jelena," said Mr. Elman as he finger-fucked her, "you've got the wettest little cunt I've ever seen." She couldn't help but let a moan escape around the fingers that swirled around her mouth. "It's wonderful. You all have got to feel this!"

Other hands began to explore her. Jelena could hardly stand it. She felt an orgasm welling up inside her already. Mr. Elman was an expert. He curved his two fingers upward inside her and was rubbing her g-spot, which, she knew, would make her have a squirting orgasm right there in front of everybody. She did not want to make any more of a spectacle out or herself than she already was, but she knew she wouldn't be able to help it.

Just then she felt his fingers slip out of her opening. She started to panic. What was he doing? Why was he stopping?

"Okay Jelena. If you want to come, you're going to have to fuck these fingers yourself." He was making her fuck his fingers so that she could come. It occurred to her one last time to get up and leave, but that would be awkward, she thought. She felt humiliated, but it only added to her arousal and she was so close to orgasm. Her eyes began to tear up and she sobbed a bit onto the fingers in her mouth as she raised her hips and pushed her cunt onto the fingers, bucking and bucking and bucking her hips into them. The utter shamefulness of this situation: a young boy still sucking her nipples while she sucked another man's dirty fingers and fucked her boss's fingers drove her over the edge quickly. She shuddered to her first orgasm. Thrusting her hips forward, her pussy pushed Mr. Elman's fingers out and began to squirt streams of ejaculate from her quivering pussy and trembling body. The fingers left her mouth and she screamed "Oh my god! Ohhhhh! God!—to the delight of all watching. Catcalls rang out among the crowd that had made their way closer and formed a circle around her. She heard Mr. Elman say, "we got ourselves a squirter, ladies and gentlemen, a perfect little slut with a shaved, squirting pussy." She wasn't a slut, was she? What was happening here?

She collapsed back into the chair, but she didn't have long to recover before a cock started pushing against her lips. Someone held her head to the side and she submissively opened her mouth. A cock entered slowly but surely, slipping past her lips and filling her mouth.

"Hold on," Mr. Elman said to the perpetrator. "Let her do it."

"Now Jelena," he continued. "Look directly at the cock pointed toward your face and move your mouth around it."

"Oh god," she thought. "Why couldn't they just take her? Why were they making her do it like this?"

She pushed her head out and onto the cock, working her lips over it. She reached out with her hand and gripped it near the base, but again Mr. Elman intervened.

"No hands, Jelena. Just kiss it a little. Lick it."

She did as she was told: tease the cock. She kissed the head and suckled it lightly, then licked underneath the shaft. It smelled a little musty.

"Now, Jelena, you can use your hands a little. Grab it and stroke it gently while you lick the balls."

She didn't want to lick this man's hairy balls, but she did it anyway, lightly stroking the cock up and down as she took each testicle in her mouth alternately.

"Open wide and get them both in your pretty little mouth, Jelena," continued Mr. Elman. "And while she's doing that, Mark, you might taste her pussy if you'd like."

As Mark started lapping at her pussy and another set of hands grabbed at her breasts, Mr. Elman started giving Mark directions.

"Mark, lick around the outside first, lightly circling her entire pussy. Tease her asshole a bit when you get down to the bottom. We're going to have to get that loosened up."

Jelena shivered with trepidation at the thought that they were going to use her ass. She had had anal sex before, but that was a while ago and she remembered how much it hurt at first, even though it turned out to be really intense and pleasurable. But she didn't want to go through that now, with these men, however many there were. It was one thing to suck and fuck them, but her anus represented another level of intimacy, didn't it?

"Okay, Mark, start licking up and down the slit, slipping your tongue in and out of the hole at the bottom and licking around the clit at the top as you do."

Despite the fact that Mark was inexperienced, the attention he was giving her pussy was driving the anxiety out of her head and making her lose herself again. She focused renewed energy on the cock and balls before her. She removed her mouth from the balls and her hands from the cock, looking at its veiny length and reconciling herself to the disgusting act she was not committed to before opening her lips again around it.

"Force your head all the way down on it, Jelena. All the way down that pretty throat of yours. I want you to show it how much you love having a cock down your throat. It's just like a kiss Jelena, a long, deep, intimate kiss."

She knew better than that. She couldn't believe that she was allowing him to insult her intelligence and humiliate her like this in front of all these people, who renewed their catcalls as she pushed her head down on the cock as hard as she could, feeling its length slide through her lips, over her tongue, and across the roof of her mouth. She started gagging a little about halfway down and backed off a bit.

"Don't take your mouth off that cock, Jelena. Don't back all the way off. It's okay if you fetish on it and gag. That's all part of it. And don't swallow either, just let the saliva drip out. Now, that's a good girl. Back down, all the way down."
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She continued to gag, but the reflex began to subside as she grew accustomed to having something hit the back of her throat. She began to pick up the pace of her bobbing up and down on this mysterious man's cock. Saliva streamed out of her mouth and, since she was leaning back and just a bit to the side, dripped down onto her chest and all the way down to where Mark was eating her pussy. She felt the cock begin to spasm and knew it was ready to come. She heard Mr. Elman's voice again, urging her on.

"Suck on it now. Don't just push your head down on it; suck it on its way out. There's sweet cum down in those balls. How do you expect to coerce it out unless you suck?"

She redoured her efforts, to the delight of the crowd. She felt so ashamed of herself for letting Mr. Elman make her do this in front of all these people. But maybe, just maybe if she made this guy come, they would let her go.

So, faster and faster she fucked her own throat on this unknown man's stationary cock. The sound her throat was making each time she swallowed his cock anew and sucked it as she drew back ("guck, slurp, guck, slurp, guck, slurp, guck"), added to her shame, as did the now steady stream of saliva cascading out of her mouth in long sticky streams. She felt the head of the cock swelling in her mouth and, despite all her efforts to do all this herself, she could tell that he was beginning to work with her, thrusting in and down her throat as she pushed her head down onto it.

"You need to do better, Jelena. He's having to do some of the work himself. You want to make him come for you, don't you? Otherwise he's just using you and you're not doing anything. Any girl can get just sit there with her mouth open while a man fucks it like a pussy. Don't you want to be more than that? Come on, fuck his cock and make him come for you." She heard people clap and cheer Mr. Elman's ridiculous speech.

But Jelena did try harder. She ravaged her own salivating mouth on this strange cock, which brought more mock cheers from her audience. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She was smarter than these people, yet here she was allowing them to use her—no, not allowing, but participating . . . facilitating, even, the use of herself—as a cum extractor for these cuckolds browniebags. She felt utterly humiliated. Why had she let things go this far? How had she gotten herself into this position—where she was impaling her own face on a man's cock and allowing another man to lick her vagina in front of an applauding crowd?

"Now, it looks like he's going to come soon. I want you to look up into his eyes while you make him come. Don't stop fucking him with your throat, but look directly into his eyes. Look him in the eyes while you to suck every drop of come out of his cock. Every drop. And spread your legs a little wider."

Mr. Elman's commands caused her to re-focus on her own pleasure as she focused on the pleasure of the man upon whose face she looked for the first time. Disgust flowed through her body when she saw him. He was probably the one man there whose dick she least wanted to be deepthroating. She recognized him from the office as a middle-aged man, maybe 50, who always leered at her and mad harassing comments about how she should wear more revealing clothes. He smiled smugly at her now and said, "You always wanted me to come in your mouth, didn't you little girl?"

"NO!" she thought. "No, she hadn't always wanted him to come in her mouth!" But he was just about to. She felt him start to match her bobs with thrusts. Simultaneously, she felt a strong orgasm build inside her. She bucked her hips in rhythm with his. She didn't understand why her body was reacting like this.

She fucked Mark's face with her cunt while fucking this other man's cock with her throat. The man's hands grabbed the back of her head and held it steady as she gagged on one, two, three streams of warm cum shooting straight down her throat. As the man released his grip from her gagging coughing head, Mr. Elman reprimanded her, "don't lose any of that come, Jelena," and reminded her to "suck out every drop of come from that cock, Jelena. Don't you dare leave a drop in those balls or let a drop escape your mouth."

As she concentrated on sucking, she felt herself start to orgasm. She sucked as hard as she could and started coming, but as soon as she squirted just a little bit, Mark pulled his face back from her pussy. The function of her body disgusted him, she thought. "He finds me disgusting." Shame again washed over her as she thrust her hips forward desperately trying to find something to bring her off like she wanted to be brought off, but there was nothing there. She was going to have another intense orgasm, but Mark ruined it. She tried to reach down to pleasure herself, but the man who was squeezing her tits from behind held her arms down. She squirted a meager amount of her juices and found herself begging to let her have a real orgasm, "someone fuck me please. Please, oh god. I need to come. Please let me come!" The audience just laughed at her as her body tremred before them and tears of shame formed in her eyes
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Though Jelena had not wanted—had not asked for—any of this to happen, here she was begging for someone to let her come. "Please. Please somebody help me come," she pleaded. "Somebody help me." Her panic at the thought of her orgasm being denied caused her tears of shame to become a full on cry of desperation as she thrust her hips and pussy toward everyone whose eyes met hers. The crowd around her laughed at her and said things like "look at this whore" and "what a little slut" and things like that. Their laughter and words reminded her of the state she found herself in: it was one of utter offense. She was being powerd to degrade herself in front of these people not only physically, but mentally. And the worst part was that, since she had never been so desperate to come in her entire life, she began to realize that her level of arousal was directly connected to her level of shame and offense. She was so scared of what was happening to her. She needed to get out of here. She knew that the only way she would be able to leave, though, is if Mr. Elman would let her.

Mr. Elman was pleased beyond what he had imagined. He had recognized Jelena as a submissive when she interviewed for the job in his office, but he had not thought her transformation would happen so quickly.

He turned to Mark and Jelena heard him tell the young man to remove his pants and lay on his back. Then Jelena heard him say, "Jelena, you may fuck Mark's cock."

Jelena knew that this was her last chance to maintain control of herself. She must get up and leave right now. But she wanted to come so badly. Her pussy was spasming and dripping wet with the juices from her interrupted orgasm. All she wanted was a cock in her—any cock. She knew in her mind that it didn't matter whose. She hoped Mr. Elman could find a way to satisfy her now uncontrollably urges and allow her to retain some sense of self-control. She feared, though, that if she did not leave now that she would end up fucking every cock at the party. Maybe, though, just maybe, she could just fuck Mark. That was it! This whole thing was about getting Mark laid! But Mr. Elman had said "we" are going to fuck you. She was so confused. But she was also dying to come. She decided she would just fuck Mark and then leave.

She straddled Mark's body, facing him. She lowered herself down over his rock hard cock, grabbing it with her hand and guiding it into her sopping pussy. Oh, it felt so good filling her. This was not the time for gentleness or slow build up. Jelena was on fire. She plunged her body down on his cock, powering it in to the hilt. She placed her hands on his abdomen for support and fucked his cock at a furious pace. With her level of arousal and Mark's inexperience, it wasn't long before the both of them reached orgasm. Jelena climaxed first, lifting off Mark's cock, shamefully rubbing her clit in front of everybody, and squirting all over him like a shameless whore.

That was the thing, though; she was feeling anything but shameless. In fact, she felt herself coming more intensely and trying to spread herself open wider as she heard comments like: "Look at this whore squirt all over the place!" "What a slut!" "I've never seen such a little cock whore in my life!" And so on and so on. She felt so ashamed of herself, crying and yelling "I'm sorry" as she came and came and came. Before she was through coming, Mr. Elman yelled at her to finish Mark off in her mouth. She jumped down between his legs, her wide open asshole and dripping, convulsing pussy looking up at the men behind her, and jerked Mark's cock off into her mouth. She saw the next man lie down beside them, his cock rigid and sticking straight up, as Mark pumped load after load of jizz into her waiting mouth, she couldn't believe how much it was or the power behind it—he must not have ejaculated for some time. She dutifully sucked and swallowed, squeezing along the underside of his shaft to extract every last drop.

"Tell Mark 'thank you,' Jelena," Mr. Elman said.

He should be thanking me, she thought. But she did as Mr. Elman told her, looking down at the ground and saying "thank you, Mark."

"Thank you for what, Jelena?" Mr. Elman asked.

Oh god. How much would he have to humiliate herself before them to make them happy? Jelena blushed and shuddered to look at Mark's satisfied face. "Thank you, Mark, for coming in my mouth."

"Mark," Mr. Elman said. "Have you ever seen or heard about anyone acting like this much of a slut, sucking off and fucking strangers in public before?"

"No," Mark said. "This is awesome!"

"Oh god," Jelena thought to herself. "Why did he have to say these things?" She had to leave, now.

Out loud to no one, she said, "I have to go." But she didn't move. She just stood there looking at the ground and cutting her eyes over to the next cock she was supposed to fuck.

"Now, Jelena." Mr. Elman said. "You're being such a good girl. You know you're not done here. Other cocks need to come. And that's why you're here: to make cocks come. I see another cock, now, needing attention."

She looked over at the man lying on his back on the ground. Why did he have to be so patronizing? She knew she was not being a "good girl." Did he really think that she would believe she was being a good girl just because he said she was? She wanted to say something to him and to the rest of the people watching her to prove that she wasn't just some naïve whore. But other men started lying down in a line and stroking their cocks. How many men was she going to fuck? She watched them, man after man, cock after cock, lying down in front of her. She began to cry again as she looked at the next hard cock that would enter her. She knew it wanted to, needed to come. And she knew that she would lower herself down upon and fuck up and down until it did start coming, upon which time she would pounce on it with her hands and jerk it off into her mouth. The next cock was long—at least 8 inches—and veiny. It belonged to a man of at least fifty. He wasn't in bad shape. Bald and a little scruffy, but not bad.

Mr. Elman broke her trance. "Don't just stare at it, Jelena, get him wet with your mouth and make him as hard as possible; he may want you to use your ass."
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She began to cry a little harder at this thought: not only were they showing that she could not control herself, they would eliminate all pretenses of her having self-control by making her most private, most intimate hole to make them come. Thinking maybe, just maybe, if she did really good with her mouth and pussy, they wouldn't make her use her ass, she crawled over to the next cock and started sucking it into her mouth and throat. She wanted to make it come as quickly as possible, to get it over with. She plunged her face down onto it. When it hit the back of her throat, it triggered her saliva response. She tried to imagine what it must feel like to the cock to slip past her lips, tongue, and cheeks, the roof of her mouth and then into the enclosure at the back of her throat that she tried each time the cock head hit it to open up by swallowing. She shamefully allowed herself to drool all over it, her saliva running down the shaft and all over his balls and made sure to suck as hard as she could when she lifted her head off of it and back into her mouth. It must feel warm and wet, she thought.

She raised her face off his cock, which was glistening and slick with her saliva, straddled him and lowered her pussy all the way down over it. It slid in easily and, she had to admit, felt good inside her. She bounced up and down on it as rapidly as she could, hoping to make him come quickly. Cheers went up from the crowd. She was encouraged.

"Good girl, Jelena." Mr. Elman said. "Make him cock come for you."

"Why is he trying to keep up the charade that this is for me?" she thought. "This has nothing to do with me. I am just a hole to these men, a come extractor."

She fucked and fucked and fucked the stationary, rigid cock. As she had hoped, he would not last long. When he began to buck his hips, Jelena started to raise up off of him in order to take his come in her mouth.

As she did so, Mr. Elman told her to, saying "It looks like he's about to come, Jelena. Use your mouth to finish him off."

What did he think she was? An idiot? She knew when a man was about to come. She was just about to do just what he told her to do. She hated to be told to use herself. She would have to be just a bit earlier next time.

"Keep your eyes open, Jelena." Oh god, she had forgotten. Like she had done with Mark's, she finished this cock off in her mouth, looking its owner in the eyes and sucking out every drop to the cheers of the crowd.

"Thank his cock for coming for you Jelena, and tell us how many loads have you taken."

Did she really have to say that? Wasn't fucking them and making them come enough? She looked down at the ground, thinking about the shameful absurdity of the whole situation.

"Jelena, thank his cock for coming!" Mr. Elman commanded.

As ridiculous as it was, she might as well do it. Look at what she had already agreed to do—what she had already done. Had Mr. Elman known she would do all this when he asked her to the picnic? Or worse, when he hired her?

She caressed the now softening cock. A last pearl of jizz squeezed out of the head. She leaned down and licked it off, saying "thank you for coming for me." She then turned around to face the crowd and said, "That's the third load I've taken."

"Good Jelena, go on to the next one."

Jelena finished off three more cocks in the same way as she had finished off the last one. She was exhausted and sore, but Mr. Elman told her to keep going, so she kept going. First she sucked them to full erections, then squatted over them and fucked them until they started to come. Then she knelt down and jacked them off into her mouth. Each time she thanked them and, lowering her head, announced to the crowd how many loads she had taken.
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There was only one more man lying down for her to fuck. If she didn't fuck every cock there it was only because they didn't want her to. Her legs were burning from exhaustion. She didn't think she could do it anymore. She could hardly walk. She wanted to finish this last man off so that it would finally be over. He was another one of the lewd men she had seen at the office. She had managed so far to avoid having to use her ass and had begun to allow herself to hope she wouldn't have to. This, at least would allow her to retain some part of herself. Feeling overcome with weakness, shame, offense, and a strange lingering sense of arousal, she looked pleadingly at Mr. Elman. He walked over to her and whispered in her ear "there's one more cock down there Jelena. You wouldn't want to leave that single unsatisfied cock, would you?" Then he pinched one of her nipples harder than anyone had all day. She nearly collapsed. As he legs went slack, he reached around behind her and held her up, then started rubbing her as yet unused asshole. She jumped when he touched her there, but he held her. "If your pussy is too sore, you could fuck him with your asshole. You could fuck him with your tight little dirty fuckhole."

As he said "tight little dirty fuckhole" he shoved his finger inside her ass. She didn't want it in there but it sent an electric current through her body. She had never felt as humiliated or dirty in her life. He pinched her nipple again. Pain seared through her. She didn't want it to, but her body responded. Involuntarily, she relaxed her asshole and pushed it into his finger, swallowing it deeper and deeper. Her body began to go slack and she leaned in close to the dirty old man to keep from falling down. He pulled his finger out of her ass and slipped it into her mouth. She couldn't believe this was happening to her but her she wanted to fuck again. She sucked on the finger and coated it with her saliva and looked over at the last man, who was stroking a rigid and rather large cock—easily the biggest she had seen all day. She watched his fist go up and down and imagined her fucking it with her ass.

"Look at that cock, Mr. Elman whispered, as he powerd his finger back into her asshole. She whimpered as it went back in but then started pressing into it and pulling off it slowly as she look at the man stroking his huge cock. Up and down. Up and down. "Oh, little girl. Your pussy is wetter than it has been all day. You want to fuck that cock in front of all these people, don't you. So tell me. Tell me what you want to do."

She tremred with a combination of fear of what she was about to do and shame for wanting it. She knew this was it—that if she let them make her use her ass that she had given herself over completely. "I want to go home," she said.

"Jelena, he admonished her, still whispering. "You and I both know that's not true. Tell me the truth," he demanded. "Tell me the fucking truth. Say it. Tell me what you want to do with that fucking cock."

This made her a slut, she thought. "I am a slut," she said to herself . . . "I am about to become a dirty ass slut—a total slut." She felt anguish. His finger fucked her anus faster and faster. He turned her ass toward the crowd, so that they could see what he was doing to her. "Why am I allowing this? Why is this turning me on? "she wondered. Other girls don't do this kind of stuff. "I am not like other girls. I am not like other girls" began reverberating in her mind. At least he was whispering to her and not making her further humiliate herself in front of everybody.

"Say it!" he repeated.

"I . . . " she stammered. "I want to use my . . ." (she began again to tear up with shame) ". . . my . . . my ass to make that . . . that cock come."

"Oh yes. Jelena. That's a good girl. That's what everyone wants to see. Now just face everyone and tell them what you're going to let them see. He turned her back so that she was facing them, continuing to finger fuck her anus.

"No. Please." She began to panic. "Please don't make me say that to them." She felt herself blushing and shaking uncontrollably. The tension she felt caused her ass to push his finger out. She laid her head on his chest. He pinched her nipple and pushed his finger against her asshole and said, "Open and push back."

"Oh God. What am I doing? Why am I doing this?" she thought, but she relaxed her asshole and pushed it onto his finger. He moved behind her, leaving her in the shameful position of facing the crowd with his hand pinching her breasts while she fucked her asshole onto his finger. "Now tell them what a good slut you're going to be, Jelena, and what you want to do."

She looked down and felt a fresh wave of shame and lust pass through her. "I am a slut," she thought. "I have made seven guys come today in front of a crowd of cheering and laughing onlookers. And I have done it myself. They didn't **** me or use me. I used myself to make them come. I have done it all. She felt an orgasm building inside of her. She fucked Mr. Elman's finger more intently and began to finger her clit. She looked up at those watching her with tears coursing down her cheeks, making eye contact with each. "I'm going to fuck his cock with my asshole. Like a good slut, I will use my asshole to make his cock come."

She felt so degraded when she said this, but strangely she felt herself beginning to come again. The correlation was beginning to become clear to her. She couldn't believe it, but she wanted to come so badly. She fucked her asshole into Mr. Elman's hand as hard as she could. Mr. Elman sensed her orgasm, pulled his finger from her ass, and grabbed her by the wrists as the other man had done before to keep her from rubbing her pussy. "Oh god," she thought. "How could he do this to her?" Jelena's body convulsed. She thrust her hips forward and backward, looking for something to touch her.
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"I need to come!" she said. "Please let me come!"

Mr. Elman led her over to the last man lying on the ground. "Come on this cock if you need to come."

Jelena dropped onto all fours and plunged her face down onto the already raging hard cock. The crowd behind her cheered as they had a perfect view of her ass and pussy and could see that Mr. Elman had opened her ass up with his finger into a nice dime-shaped hole.

Jelena fucked the last man's cock with her throat just long enough to salivate all over his cock, then she turned around and faced away from the man's head and toward the crowd. There she lowered her ass down onto the cock. She was so horny that she pushed through the slight discomfort the large cock caused her as she allowed her asshole to open and slide down over it. The cock filled her. She had never fucked a cock this size, muchless with her ass. She was so turned on by the extremeness of it all: the shame and offense of the public display, her own reluctance, the dirty sluttiness which had become her. She knew that the people watching her and whom she had fucked could see her as nothing but a slut—a fucktoy, a mouth, a pussy, and an ass. What was worse, she figured that Mr. Elman probably recognized that she was a dirty slut when he hired her. She hadn't even known to what extremes she would go! She knew she was capable of doing dirty and even dangerous things, but this? How had he known? What was it about her that all it took was for a man to be able to see it before she started doing unspeakable things? Was that all it would take in the future? A man—any man—could just recognize that she was a total slut and then it would only take a little encouragement for her to do anything to make him and anyone else who happened to be around come?

Her legs were exhausted, but she was so horny she couldn't feel anything but the cock going in and out of her asshole as she fucked up and down on it, just fucking it and fucking it fucking it up and down as fast and deep as she could. It wasn't long before she could go all the way down on it and her ass was slapping against his stomach as his cock sank balls deep into her hole over and over and over again. Here she was, fucking yet another nasty fucking man's nasty cock just so he—and they—could come. They wanted to come and here she was to do it for them. If that weren't indignity enough, the earlier first waves of orgasm that had subsided when Dr. Elman had cruelly pulled his fingers from her ass returned quickly. She was giving them the satisfaction of knowing she enjoyed using herself, —as if she wanted to fuck and suck each one of them off. The orgasm building inside her, she knew, would be her most intense of the day. Cheers went up as she increased her pace faster than she thought possible. She put her left hand on the man's chest, her head went back and her right hand went—as if sorry—to her clitoris. Within mere seconds of rubbing herself, she started screaming in pleasure.

"Oh my god. This cock is making me come! I'm coming! I'm cominnnnnnnggggg!"

She collapsed backwards onto the strange man's chest. His cock sprang out of her asshole and she started thrusting her hips forward as stream after stream of ejaculate squirted out of her pussy. Here she was in front of all these cheering people, her arms and legs waving wildly about as her body convulsed uncontrollably, her stomach heaving up and down with her hyperventilating breath, and her asshole and vagina dilating open with each ejaculation and alternately clenching shut. The man underneath her had to hold her up to keep her from falling off of him.

Mr. Elman didn't even give her time to stop coming before he commanded her to get back up on that cock. She tried to pick herself up, but she couldn't. Exhaustion overpowered her. Her whole body was limp.

"Mark, help me get her up," Mr. Elman said to his nephew. The two men put their arms around her back and grabbed her under her knees and lifted her over the upright cock.

"Jelena," Mr. Elman said. "Guide the cock into your asshole."

Her anus was swollen and sore and she was physically worn out. She couldn't even hold her head up.

"Jelena!" Mr. Elman screamed.

She reached down and positioned the cock on the rim of her gaping asshole. The men began lowering her down onto it once again. She went limp like a rag doll as the two men lifted her up and down on the rigid cock beneath her. Up and down she went for what seemed like forever. She lost all control of herself.

"Clench your anus, Jelena," Mr. Elman said. "Make it as tight on his cock as possible." Jelena tried but she felt like she was split in two—like her ass was ruined and would never be tight again. Eventually she felt the cock rising to meet her lowering body and Mr. Elman flipped her over to finish off this cock, too, in her mouth. She sucked the juice from her asshole and the come out of his balls and the crowd cheered her on as if this were some kind of triumph.

After he finished, she lay there in the grass. She was naked and dirty. Cum was all over her face and her legs were sticking together. She was totally spent. Mr. Elman came over to her and began caressing her. She needed that. "You're such a good girl," he said. He gently stroked her body, starting with her hair and moving down across her shoulders, breasts, stomach, hips, and legs. She realized as he did this that she hadn't made him come. She reached for his crotch. He pushed her hands away.

"Please," she said. "Please let me suck it. I want to suck your cock. I want to take your come in my mouth. I want you to come."

He stood up. She crawled toward him, begging and further humiliating herself as Mr. Elman's slut in front of all these people.

"Jelena," he said. "Get up, get your things and go. I'll see you at work Monday morning."
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The Jungle


You are walking through a lush, green forest. The pitter-patter of raindrops falling from the heavens taps playfully upon the dense foliage that surrounds you. All morning the air has hung heavy, weighing you down, but now the falling cleansing rains are cooling you. As you have been instructed, you are wearing adventure pants that fully protect your legs from the perilous plants and vicious bugs. On your top you have donned a white t-shirt under a short sleeve tracker's shirt. You have dispensed with a bra. After all, this is a vacation and the oppressive heat of the day encourages you to dress as lightly as possible.

As refreshing droplets speckle your face, you reflect upon your good fortune. You had only booked this vacation a week earlier and it is a trip you have always wanted to make. For years you had tried to persuade Bud to bring you here but he had always resisted. However, now that your divorce has been finalized, Bud is in your past. He can fuck his silicone-enhanced secretary to his heart's content and you can relish your freedom.

There is only thing that would make you happier than you feel at this moment. And that is Sex. The delicious give and take of satisfying sex. Celibacy does not suit you. It is true that there have been dates since your divorce. There has even been the consolation of fucking Mike, Bud's best friend. But, as you lay beneath him, winding your legs around his flanks, urging him into you harder and relishing the pleasure of a man between your thighs again, you opened your eyes and saw him intent, not upon you, but upon himself in the wall length mirror of your bedroom, admiring his technique and the arcing movement of his own body. That is when you decided you needed to get away.

And here you are. You tell yourself that you have come for the history of the region, for the enjoyment of nature in all its primitive beauty, for the satisfaction derived from physical exertion; but, admit it, you also hoped that you might be lucky: that there might be an eligible man in your group and that you might even get laid. Alas, the other dozen or so travelers are in couples. Only Manon, the local guide is single and he must be ten years younger than you. Besides he speaks no English and barely knows how to use a knife and fork. Still, he is swarthily handsome, with piercingly dark eyes, and moves as gracefully as any beast of the jungle. And he does seem to like you. You have noticed how when the route is clear, he will fall back and walk beside you, how he clears the large leathery fronds from your path, how at the evening campfire he sits next to you, accidentally brushing against your thigh. At last you understand that this is the real reamister you have dispensed with your bra: so that when the heat of the day surrenders to the afternoon rains and your t-shirt clings to your still slim body, Manon can admire your full, firm breasts and your temptingly taut nipples dimpling the cotton.

This is the fifth day of your vacation. Ahead of you, Manon effortlessly wields his machete, cutting a swathe through the jungle as he has done so many times before, and his man before him. Behind him, you all walk in single file. Anxious not to be left behind, you have chosen a position in the middle of this group. The chatter of voices around you fills the air, as excitedly you point to exotically hued birds in the towering trees and listen keenly to the myriad sounds of strange creatures, high and low. Deeper and deeper you penetrate the forest. Manon has promised you, in halting Spanish, that he will lead you to an old ruin where the natives of long ago worshipped the red gods and made their offerings. For reamisters that you cannot explain, even to yourself, the redthirsty history of the site stirs some primal redlust in you. You imagine Manon, dripping with sweat, dirt and red, laying you across the temple's stone altar, ripping your clothes from you as you offer yourself to him in sacrificial surrender.

But you are not there yet. The dense jungles have swallowed the temple centuries ago when Inca society fell prey to invaders. Meanwhile, the rain falls upon your face and you lift your head back and greet the cool, fat drops of water that splash upon your cheeks.

Up ahead, in the distance, you see a clearing and the faint outline of a tall stone temple with tiered sides. Manon turns around to face you all. You bunch together to listen to what he has to say. His discourse is conducted in gestures and broken Spanish. Imelda, a small Mexican woman, translates as best she can. But you understand the gist. It is very important not to disturb the ruins and to respect the old temple. He tells you that some of the locals resent outsiders coming to this place. He turns to lead you out of the jungle into the clearing. As he turns, there is shriek from one of the women in your group. You scan the direction in which she is facing and almost faint. Half a dozen natives are charging towards you, waving machetes above their heads.

There is panic and chaos. Your heart is pounding in your chest as your eyes dart back and forth. You look to Manon for help. But he is only grinning. To your astonishment, he grabs one of the husbands and swings his machete. The blade bites deeply into the man's thigh and he cries out in bewildered pain. A gush of crimmister red pours from his leg. You brownieter, all of you, in different directions. Get away, you tell yourself. Away! And so you flee along an obscured path to your left and angle your way parallel to the clearing. As you glance back, you can see that the attackers are ignoring the women and chasing their husbands.

You catch a glimpse of one older man stumbling and, as he lies prostrate, a raised blade swings hard and falls upon him. You feel your gut wrench in terror and you sprint as fast as you can. Get away! Your ears pulse with the pounding of your heart. The only other sound is of the plants slapping against your pant legs as you crash through the undergrowth.

Behind you come the screams of women, hideous shrieks that fill your ears. But the sound fades as you struggle along the leaf-laden path. Coming to the clearing from another side, your eyes are greeted with the glare of the raw-red sun, no longer shielded by the jungle trees. You don't halt but dash madly for the edge of the temple and briefly look back. There is no one and you feel a moment of relief. You charge across the open space to the temple faster than you have ever run before. Your lungs burn from the effort and the hot, obligation air.

Sweat pours from you and your t-shirt is soaked as you lean against the temple wall for a brief rest. Quickly you make your way to the corner of the temple to hide yourself from view. Once there, you turn around and peek back cautiously. To your horror, you see the six men emerge from the jungle, led by Manon. In front of them are the other women from the group. You count four of them and two men. The men are redied and limping.

The captors are yelling at the terrified group and urging them on to the temple. One man falls, holding his neck, which is reding. An attacker swears at the man and swings his blade and the man lies still. The women are screaming helplessly but start jogging to the temple and disappear through an opening into a dark tunnel. You hold your head in your hands and the sickening shock hits you. But you cannot stay here. You have to know what is happening to your companions. You have to help if you can. To your right you see stairs that ascend the outer wall of the temple.

You claw your way up them, hoping to find some way into the temple from where you will have a vantage point. You reach a mid level tier that levels out and find an entrance to another, higher tunnel. Slowly you creep along the tunnel. At first you can see nothing but the cool air mixes with your sweaty t-shirt and it feels good. Your skin has goose bumps and your nipples press hard against your sodden t-shirt. At the end of the tunnel is a balcony that overlooks the center of the temple. A hole off to one side towards the top of the chamber admits a shaft of sunlight. Another shaft of light comes through a portal opposite and the two meet, casting a spotlight in the chamber below.

The floor is made of dirt. The walls of the chamber are wet with moisture and moss. Vines, thick and fibrous, hang down from the portals above. In the middle of the temple chamber is a stone platform that is three steps high, and about 40 feet long by 20 feet wide. At the center of this rectangular slab of granite is a stone circle that is about four feet high and rests on two thin pillars. You crouch low to the ground and peer down to find out what is happening. As the group clatters across the chamber, their footsteps echo around the vast space. So do the sobs of the women, the groans of the wounded man, and the bullying chatter of their attackers. The men herd the group up to the platform at the center of the chamber. Some of the women are holding each other's hands for comfort. The captors are shouting and snarling angrily, but none in the group knows what they are saying.

The sole surviving male from your group, an older man who is called Alan, is pulled away from the women and shoved around by his captors until he collapses to the ground, weak from his ordeal and wounds. The natives begin to kick the fallen man repeatedly until his body is nothing more than a moaning wreck and redied mess. The women are howling with shocked outrage at the violence playing out before them and are paralyzed with fear. You cover your mouth to stifle your own cries of anguish at the spectacle that is unfolding before you. Manon walks away from the melee and approaches the women menacingly. As he crosses before the pillars of stone, he falls to one knee and bows his head in reverence. Then he counts the women, pushing them about as if to see whether there are any others hidden behind them. He shouts to the others but they only shrug. Manon is angry and, calling one of his fellows to him, swipes his face with the back of his hand.

You wonder what can have caused his displeasure. Then, you realize that it is you. That Manon wants you as his special prize. A shudder runs down your spine at the thought of what he will do to you if he captures you.
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Manon walks around in front of you, grinning at what is to follow. You are ashamed that you could ever have fantasized about sex with this beast. His dark brown eyes gaze cruelly into yours. He takes the rope and ties a noose. You are scared cuckolds brownieless. You realize that the noose is being prepared for you. As he takes it and brings it towards your head you cry out, "No, God, no!"

You are shaking your head violently to prevent it from being placed around your neck, but to no avail. You sob, terrified by the certainty of your fate.

'Money!' you are jabbering. 'I have money!' But it isn't money Manon wants.

He takes hold of the rope and tugs at it firmly. He lifts it almost gracefully over your head and it rests around your neck. He walks behind you with the rope in his hand. You hear him drop his pants. The other men cheer him on. Your colleagues are off to your right, huddled together in a solemn embrace. You look into their eyes, fixed in doleful fascination upon you, and see their horror, their pity at your fate, but also their relief that it is not they who are tethered.

A hand slides down your panties and plays with your sex. You shake your hips in protest, trying to evade the touch. The rope tightens around your neck. You gag as your neck is squeezed, ripping into your throat, starving you of air. You stand stock-still and a finger presses into your cunt. You body is rigid as you fight for air. You feel his hard, bare cock pressed up against your ass. Only the thin cotton of your panties gives you some semblance of defense. Your ***r is not without mercy and attempts to arouse you by playing with your clit. His fingers slide up and down your slit. You almost laugh at the absurdity of him seeking to pleasure you.

But he is persistent and clearly upset that you are not wet and responding to his attentions. With disgust Manon drops the rope and pulls away from you. He marches over to the group of women and grabs Imelda. The others shriek and try to keep her from his clutches. But of course they do not succeed. Sobbing, she is led meekly over to you. He tugs at her clothes in some simple command for her to undress. She hesitates and he slaps her with the back of his hand. Protests, she knows, are useless and she peels off her t-shirt, revealing small, firm breasts. Manon squeezes them admiringly and then motions to her pants. Unzipping the legs and then unclipping the waistband, she pulls them down. As she does so, her panties slide down her legs too and she tries to stop them in a tragi-comic display of propriety.

He takes her by the arm, brings her in front of you and shouts at the woman, pointing to you. Neither of you understand. Frustrated, he pushes her down and you can feel her sliding between your legs. He is screaming at the woman and kicking her into position. She is sobbing pitifully, 'Please no! Please no!' The natives pay no heed to her. Two of them take Imelda's wrists and bind them to the stone pillars so that she is tethered between your thighs, her face inches away from your midriff.

Manon takes Imelda's head and powers it into your crotch. Now she knows all too clearly what is being asked of her. With grim reluctance she presses her face into your cunt and you can feel her hot breath against your slit. Her lips are warm and slick. In another life you have dreamed of this, imagined dinner parties with sophisticated friends where, once the plates have been cleared and the brandies takes, you would play sex games in which, bound and teased, you would be pleasured by women and fucked by men until they brought you to merciful climax. But it was never like this. In that life there was consent, beauty and mutual desire. Now there is only obedience, ugliness and survival. Why is it then that you feel your cunt dampening, your limbs relaxing at her ministrations? She licks you tentatively and you want more. You want to feel the full breadth of her tongue lapping at your weeping cunt. Your captors want more too. Two of them press their knives into the soles of her feet. Laughingly they raise the knives and the points are crimmister-stained. Imelda screams into your crotch, her yells muffled by your soaking bush. Now she is licking you harder, faster.

'Lick my clit!' someone yells and with astonishment you realize that it's your voice. The natives, delighted, snicker and jeer her on and when, gagging for breath, Imelda relents; they prod their knives into her soles again. Tongue and lips, lips and tongue lick, slurp, suck and lap at your desperate cunt.

You cannot help yourself.... the wetness of the woman's tongue on your clit and your slit release you. Your juices begin to flow and are mixed with the woman's spit.... your juices and her saliva run down your legs. Manon presses his cock against your ass again and you no longer care what he will do. You would gladly take him in your cunt, another in your butt and suck off a third if it would bring you nearer to climax. All you want is to cum. That is all exists in this hell that you now inhabit. You need to feel his cock in you, his stiffly swollen, primeval cock ramming into you.

'Fuck me. Please fuck me,' you plead. They are laughing again, jeering at this lady's needs, she who has come to their forest to enjoy their culture and patronize their pride. You feel the head of Manon's cock press against the lips of your cunt. Imelda stops for an instant and then, as the knife tips press into her once more, she sucks on your clit. Now you're wiggling your hips determinedly to guide him into you. He grabs you firmly by the hips and you feel his member slide into your dripping cunt. You shudder as all of his cock finds its home deep within. You are moaning and groaning. But this is not pain. It is relief beyond any that you have ever known. Imelda's slapping tongue on your clit combines with the battering of his cock as it fills and refills you over and over again.

'Yes,' you are screaming. 'Yes, that's it.'

You open your eyes and see another native crouch behind Imelda and power himself into her. She groans against your crotch as she takes him in. With each thrust, her head buffets your cunt and her jaw presses roughly against you. From behind Manon too is slapping his crotch against your ass and his cock is delving deep and hard.

Your captors are clapping their hands, setting the rhythm for their fellows' fucking. Manon's pace quickens. His hands grip you and his thrust become frantically fierce. Your body shudders and is pressed against the hardness of the stone circle. You are screaming out in rapturous agony. You want to arch and buck, you are desperate to move with his rhythmic fucking. Your bonds rip into your wrists as you try to free yourself. But there is no longer pain, no longer fear. only blissful, endless fucking. Yet you need something more to bring you to the edge, to tip you into that vast ocean of desire and drown in the ecstasy of cumming. Your captor knows this. The rope tightens around your neck. The fibers rub and dig into your daintily white skin, obligation you. Now you are delirious with fear and pain. But the fucking seems to penetrate deeper than you have ever known with any man, Imelda's tongue seems to throb against your clit and, through tear-drenched eyes you discern a world that is brighter, sharper, more real. You are light headed, but more than that – almost stoned. The pounding of your cunt will not stop. But now you are so near. The haven of orgasm is calling you, beckoning you. One more tug of the rope. One more thrust. One more brush of Imelda's dear, delicious tongue.

Your man explodes in you, pouring his seed into you. He releases the rope.... the rush of air to your lungs is like pure oxygen...you feel more alive than ever. Your legs seem to buckle at the strength of your orgasm. Imelda's too seems to be cumming, her tongue darting in and out of your cunt with urgency.

'Yes! Yes!' you are weeping.

'Yes! Yes!' Imelda mutters against your cunt.

And as you climax begins at last to recede and Imelda's tongue slows and your man pulls slowly out of you, there is a momentary silence, a stillness in which time seems to stand still. You are going to black out, you know that you are going to black out, and as your eyes close in blissful peace, you hear Manon speak in halting Spanish. You summon the will to ask Imelda, 'What did he say?'

Imelda brings to cry. 'He said, "Leave the rest. Bring these two bitches."'
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Black Woman Strapons Black Man


The name is Henry Bateaux and I'm a six-foot-four, big and chubby young black gentleman of Haitian descent currently enrolled in the Criminal Justice program at the prestigious Hancock University, in the city of Weymouth, Massachusetts. This is the story of how I met my lovely girlfriend and fellow Haitian-American student-athlete, Natalie Jane Saint-Preux. The Black Love is back, people. And this time it's for real. I'm not just saying this because Valentine's Day just went by. I'm saying it because I absolutely mean it.

We met when I went to try out for the all-new men's Volleyball team at the Field House. Hancock University used to be Hancock College, an all-female private school. In 2007, the institution went coeducational. As part of its new image, the Hancock school changed its name as a result of its changed status and strove to attract young men to its campus. They did that by beefing up the athletic teams and facilities. A lot of all-female and all-white schools are going coeducational and more minority-oriented these days. I think it's kind of progressive.

The Hancock University Department of Athletics added men's varsity teams in Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Golf, Track & Field, Rugby, Swimming, Ice Hockey, Volleyball, Wrestling, Football and Lacrosse. The school already sponsored women's varsity teams in Softball, Golf, Basketball, Ice Hockey, Cross Country, Wrestling, Swimming, Field Hockey, Volleyball, Lacrosse, Rugby and Equestrian. Men now make up fifty two percent of the school's nineteen-thousand-permister student body. It's also ethnically diverse. Students of African-American, Latino and Asian descent make up forty three percent of the campus population.

Natalie Saint-Preux was the captain of the Hancock University women's intercollegiate Rugby team. I was looking for the men's volleyball coach and she was kind enough to not only show me his office, but give me her number as well. Folks, I was smitten the first time we met. I've always had a thing for big beautiful black women but this sexy black dame was something else. Standing six feet one inch tall, deliciously heavyset, with large breasts, wide hips, thick legs and a huge round booty. She was also very dark-skinned, almost jet-black. I don't know why some brothers are so into light-skinned black females, or into Hispanic, White or Asian women. Black women are what this brother needs, folks. And the darker-skinned and bigger the better. If a black chick doesn't have a cute face, dark skin, big and thick body and a huge booty, then I don't want to date her. Sorry folks but that's just how I roll.

I arrived late at the Hancock University men's Volleyball team tryouts but I still made the team. I've always loved volleyball. I was on the guys varsity volleyball team at Brockton Community High School, the last institution I attended before enrolling at Hancock University. Lots of people tell me they'd rather see me play basketball because I'm so tall but volleyball is what I love. I just wish more schools fielded men's volleyball teams. Lasell College in Newton, Massachusetts, along with the Wentworth Institute of Technology, Elms College and Johnmister & Wales are some of the few schools in the New England area with men's intercollegiate Volleyball teams. Sad but true.

At my new team's first home game, guess who came to cheer me and the guys on? The lovely Natalie, and she had brought a bunch of her friends with her. Man, I was real happy to see her. The Hancock University men's Volleyball team easily took out Lasell College and we went home happy. After the game, as I walked back to my dorm, Natalie and I had a chat. She congratulated me on a game well-played, and we shared a few laughs discussing the highlights of the game. This tall, voluptuous sister with the cute face and big booty from hell was actually very friendly and easy to talk to. I found that refreshing.

I don't mean to speak ill of anyone but too many sisters react negatively whenever a brother just says hello. It's like they're always mad suspicious of us. I don't like that at all. I'm a nice guy. I'm just being polite. Seriously. I'm happy to say Natalie was a very nice gal. A gentle giant, if you will. A big and tall black Amazon who was one of the nicest people I'd ever met. Folks, she was a real gem of a woman. We became friends. Just two black student-athletes hanging out on a college campus. Natalie was fun to be around. We had a lot in common. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that this big beautiful black woman loved Linkin Park's soul-stirring existential mistergs as much as I did. Hell, I thought I was the only black permister who liked them. Natalie also liked the Hulk comic books. She thought the Green Goliath was a misunderstood antihero rather than a monster. I heartily agree with that.

One night, we were just hanging out in her dorm, watching the old show Hanging With Mr. Cooper when she planted a big kiss on me. I was surprised by that but kissed her back anyway. The feel of her soft lips on mine absolutely turned me on. We looked into each other's eyes, and saw kindred spirits reflected there. Sometimes, you just know when something is right. As I later found out, Natalie and I were more of a match than I ever would have thought possible.

Many women like to take it slow when starting a new relationship. Not Natalie. The gal was wild. She took me for rides around town in the bright red convertible her man gave her last year for her birthday. Man, it was a smooth ride. We dined at neat little family restaurants. We went to support our friends and classmates at Hancock University sporting events. As time allowed, I went to her Rugby matches and she went to my Volleyball meets. We would make out like crazy whenever we were alone. Yeah, she was cool.

Sexually , she was a dynamo. We had some wonderfully kinky fun together. One time, Natalie dressed in a Catholic school outfit and asked me to completely dominate her. I was hesitant but she guided me through it. First, I pulled down her panties and slipped my fingers in her big, wet pussy. I also spread her plump ass cheeks wide open and fingered her asshole. Afterwards, I grabbed a cane and gave her big butt some solid whacks. Natalie screamed in delight as I punished her. Watching the big black woman's butt jiggle was fun. I got really turned on.

Afterwards, I asked Natalie to suck my dick. She obediently got on her knees and sucked on my eight inches of uncircumcised black rod. I'm happy to say that she liked my dick just the way it is. Lots of chicks are so prejudiced. They think uncut men are weird. What the fuck? Uncut men are natural men. Why change what nature has made? Natalie agreed. She's a Nursing major and doesn't believe in unnecessary surgery. Is my woman cool or what? Natalie licked my balls and sucked my dick like her life depended on it. When I came, she drank my manly spray. Licked it all up. I couldn't believe this. This woman was awesome! We're getting along wonderfully.

It's Natalie who introduced me to some extremely kinky stuff. One day, she started fingering my ass while sucking my dick. I was surprised but kind of liked it. For some reamister, getting my ass fingered got my dick harder. I loved it so much that she decided to get her strap-on dildo and do me with it. I was surprised she had a strap-on but then again, I always knew women were kinkier than most of them let on. Natalie lubricated my ass, then asked me to get on all fours. She positioned herself behind me, and pushed the dildo up my ass.

As the dildo penetrated my ass, I tensed. I got to say it hurt a bit. Natalie told me to relax and promised to be gentle with me. I opened myself up, and it wasn't too bad. While thrusting the dildo into my ass, Natalie stroked my big black dick. Man, for some reamister, getting my dick stroked while getting fucked by a big black woman with a strap-on dildo really turned me on. Man, I guess I'm freaky, huh?

As I got used to it, Natalie fucked me harder. It hurt, but also felt weirdly good. I frigging loved it. She pumped me up until I came, squirting all over her hand. Man, that was the best sex I've ever had. Afterwards, I was horny as hell. Natalie took care of that. She sucked my dick until I was hard again, then I put on a condom and pushed my cock into her pussy. She wrapped her arms around me and urged me to fuck her hard. Folks, I didn't need to be told twice. I drilled my cock into my woman's pussy with all of my might. I gave her everything I had, and then some. We fucked and sucked the night away, folks.

Another time, we tried something radically different in the deserted women's locker room after the women's Rugby squad won a big game. It was Natalie's turn to give up the booty. Her idea. She wanted me to fuck her in the ass. As you can imagine, I was all for it. First, she sucked my dick until I was rock-hard, then I put on a condom and fucked her pussy. After a while, we switched things up. She got on all fours and spread her huge butt cheeks wide open. At the sight of this big beautiful black woman spreading her ass for me, I almost frigging came. It was so erotic. I applied lube on my cock and her ass. Then I rubbed my dick against her asshole before pushing it inside.

For such a big woman, Natalie certainly had a tight asshole. I urged myself to be patient and slowly worked my dick into her ass. Natalie was no stranger to anal sex, as I later found out, but she didn't give up the booty for just anybody. Inch by inch, I worked my dick into her asshole. It felt warm and tight around my member. Natalie urged me to fuck her harder. Folks, this was a dream come true for this brother. Hooking up with a big-bottomed, beautiful black woman who loved anal sex as much as I did. Wow. I took my time to enjoy the experience. Natalie gave as good as she got, folks. She backed up her big booty, driving me deeper into her. So, that's what anal sex was like. Wow. Now I see why so many guys talk about it. It was the bomb, as they say! Thrusting my dick into my big and beautiful girlfriend's huge ass was an experience I would never forget. I can't remember how many times I came but we used condoms by the barrel that night.

Yeah, my girlfriend and I have a great time together. We love each other, you see. I appreciate her and she treats me right. We're desperately addicted to anal. I can't get enough of my big black woman fucking me in the ass with her strap-on dildo. And she can't get enough of her favorite big black man fucking her ass with his big black cock. Folks, we're buying lubricant and condoms so much, we just might stimulate the country's economy. Hey, we're patriotic Haitian-Americans, you know?

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Roommates Eric was sprawled out on the couch, watching some mindless show on TV and debating in his mind whether or not it was time for his first beer of the weekend. It was a cold and rainy Friday afternoon in the middle of November and Eric was wearing sweatpants, thick white socks and black woolen turtleneck sweater. Shellie, his girlfriend, had left a little over an hour ago to visit her parents for the weekend.

Eric, Shellie, and Stephen shared the rent on a modest two-bedroom house about two miles away from the university where all three were graduate students. Eric and Shellie had been together for almost two years now. Stephen, an openly gay man, was a long-time friend of Shellie's from high school. She had known back then about his sexual orientation but he hadn't come out openly until he got to the university.

"Ah, what the hell, why not?" Eric had just said aloud to himself, answering his question about getting a beer, when the front door opened and Stephen walked in.

Stephen, a tall, around six-three, thin man with mildly curly dark hair, bright brown eyes, and a remarkably boyish face, was wearing a white woolen fisherman's sweater and his favorite blue denim overalls. He slipped off his shoes, saw Eric, and smiled as he said, "Shellie left for home already?"

Eric, also thin but a couple of inches shorter than Stephen, said, "Yeh, not that long ago. What's up, Stephen? Going out tonight?"

Stephen smile grew even wider as he replied, "I've got a hot date and to make things even better, I bought a nice new toy downtown at that adult store."

Eric smiled at his friend who was, to say the least, enthusiastic and adventuresome when it came to all things sexual. Stephen had once dazzled both Eric and Shellie by his ability to completely transform himself into a remarkably passable woman, complete with fake breasts, a long-haired blond wig that fell almost to his waist, full makeup, earrings, fake nails, two-inch black heels, and a form-fitting long-sleeved black dress. Stephen got more than lucky that night, spending it with a middle-aged businessman in the penthouse suite of the fanciest hotel in town. The businessman had known that Stephen was actually a man but had been so turned on by this knowledge that, at least according to Stephen, he had been more than willing to perform oral sex three times on Stephen during the course of the evening.

"OK," Eric said. "I'm curious now. What is your new toy?"

Stephen reached into his pocket and came out with a pair of handcuffs.

"I couldn't resist," he said, "they were on sale and everything."

"May I see them?" Eric said. He and Shellie had experimented with bondage a few times and he had found that the whole thing was a tremendous turn-on to him. Eric knew that Stephen knew this since Shellie and he confessed just about everything in their lives to one another.

"Better yet," Stephen said, laughing, "Why don't you try them on? I really should make sure they work, you know."

Eric raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, 'Why not?" "Sure," he replied and held out his arms.

Stephen stepped forward and took one of his friend's wrists. To Eric's surprise, he took it with him as he stepped behind the shorter man. He then grabbed the other wrist and quite quickly there was a click-click as the cuffs were snapped shut and Eric was now in a rather helpless position.

"Why behind?" he managed to say, his voice rising a hair.

"Why not, my friend," Stephen said, "It certainly is a more, well, realistic, position, is it not?

Eric noticed that Stephen's hands were still on his sweater-covered shoulders. He was certainly beginning to feel rather submissive and, as had happened when Shellie had tied him, he was also feeling that initial wave of arousal under his sweatpants.

He had never had any kind of a gay or bi experience, not even a grade school 'show me yours and I'll show you mine" session. Stephen certainly was a good-looking guy, Eric thought, and he certainly did look quite pretty that time he had dressed up as a woman, but was he really such a submissive that his cock would harden the moment he became helpless.

"You OK?" Stephen said, in a soft, gentle voice.

"Sure," Eric said.

Stephen gently rubbed his friend's upper arms and leaned a little so that his mouth was just a few inches from Eric's ear. "Good," he whispered and then gently squeezed Eric's arms.

"You know," he continued, "Would you let me gag you as well? It always seems to me that handcuffs aren't much without a nice gag."

In for a nickel, in for a dime, Eric thought. "If you wish," he said, "after all, there isn't much I could do right now to stop you, is there?"

Stephen giggled and said, "Not really. You know, I just so happen to have this really nice red bandanna in my pocket. It would even go well with your sweater."

Eric was about to say something but then the bandanna was between his lips and all that he heard was a "mmmppphhhh" come from his lips. Another came when he realized that there was a big knot in the bandanna that was quite effective in reducing his words to feeble mmmppphhs. Yet another one of those mmmpphhs came out when he realized that Stephen had to have pre-tied that knot in what was now his gag.

As his friend concentrated on tying a knot at the back of Eric's head, his cuffed fingers brushed against Stephen's overalls and felt what was obviously a rock-hard cock underneath them. Eric suddenly realized that both men were now completely and fully aroused.

When Stephen had finished tying Eric's gag, one of his hands reached around Eric and pulled him even closer. The other hand started at his stomach and went slowly down Eric's sweater until it reached his cock.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Stephen said with a laugh. "And, more to the point, what are we both going to do about these hard-ons?"

He continued to rub the cuffed and gagged man's cock until Eric moaned into his gag. Then Stephen gently pulled his friend back and sat him down on the couch.

"Don't go anywhere," he said, still laughing. "I'll be right back with some final touches for that cute outfit of yours."

Eric watched Stephen walk into his bedroom and then quickly return with a long length of thick white rope and one of Shellie's winter scarves—a white woolen scarf of knitted mohair.

Stephen knelt before Eric and expertly knotted his ankles together with the rope. Then he blindfolded the bound man with the scarf. When that task was complete, he whispered into Eric's ear, "By the way, sweetie, you are my hot date for tonight. I have been waiting for the opportunity to seduce you for a long, long time—ever since I first laid eyes on you to tell the full truth. I wasn't sure how to do it until Shellie told me how much you liked being tied and gagged. And, now, here you are, rock-hard and all mine!"

Eric moaned again into his gag and Stephen laughed and said, "I love those gagged sounds. In fact, I have a way that I know you will cause you to make a few more."

With those words, he pulled down both Eric's sweatpants and his plaid boxers, exposing his stiff cock.

"Ah, doesn't that look good, Stephen said, gently running a finger up and down Eric's shaft. Eric moaned at the touch.

Stephen then kissed the tip of Eric's cock and softly ran his tongue up and down it.

"MMMPPPHHHHHHH!!!"
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"Yes, I know that feels very very good, Stephen said and then took Eric's cock into his mouth and began moving his lips very very slowly up and down, up and down, up and down.

Stephen, of course, had done this many, many times before and had no intention of actually finishing off his friend. The idea was to have the first-timer completely aroused and completely at his command.

Eric pleaded into his gag when Stephen removed his lips from his cock.

"You didn't really think I was going to blow you right away did you?" Stephen said. "After all, you are the one who is bound and gagged and I am the one who did the work. It is only right that I get to be done first, don't you think?"

"MMPPPHHH?"

"Yes, my friend, you will blow me. I take you have never done it before?"

Eric shook his head.

"Well, there is a first time for everything isn't there?"

Eric slowly nodded his head.

"It's actually a lot of fun," Stephen said. He then helped Eric off the couch and maneuvered him onto his knees. After he had his overalls and his own boxers off, he sat down in front of his friend and untied the bandanna gag. Before Eric could say anything, Stephen's hand was over his mouth.

"No talking buddy, just get to work."

Eric complied, his mind racing with excitement as his lips touched the tip of Stephen's cock and he began to repeat what had been done to him just a few minutes earlier. While he experienced his first taste of a man's cock, Eric felt comforted by the way Stephen's fingers gently caressed his hair and massaged his sweater-covered shoulders.

"Now go up and down much more quickly," Stephen said, his voice catching a little.

Eric complied and it only took three quick slides of his lips up and down his friend's cock for Stephen to explode into his mouth. Wow, he thought to himself, that really was fun. He wondered what his next lesmister in male-to-male sexuality might be.

When Stephen's breathing had returned to normal and his cock had begun to soften, he picked up the bandanna gag, then thought better of it. He had another idea that he thought his submissive friend might enjoy even more.

It did not take Stephen long to re-position Eric, this time on Stephen's queen-sized bed. Eric was flat on his back, his wrists now cuffed in front of him and tied to the bed rail with a two-foot length of white rope. His ankles were bound with rope as well. He was still blindfolded with Shellie's mohair scarf and Stephen's hand was currently, rather possessively Eric thought, covering his mouth.

"Good work Eric," Stephen whispered, his lips gently touching Eric's ear. "You have earned your reward. Just one more finishing touch to your bondage though."

"mmmppphh?"

"Open up sweetie, I have a special treat for you."

Eric complied and in went a pair of Shellie's panties which were quickly sealed in place by two six-inch strips of duct tape.

Stephen smoothed out the tape and then ran his hands down Eric's sweater-covered chest until his fingers found the rock-hard cock that awaited them. Eric moaned into the panty-stuffing that gagged him as Stephen's fingers went to work. Stephen worked his friend right up until the point of explosion and then he took him into his mouth for the grand finale.

After Eric had been released, the two men sat together on the couch, beers in hand and Eric leaned his head on Stephen's shoulder and whispered, "Thanks buddy,"

Stephen said, laughing, "It was my pleasure, as you well know. Just how long will Shellie be gone anyway?"
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Eric woke before dawn the next day with a raging hard-on. He smiled to himself as he remembered the events of the night before when his roommate, Stephen, had cuffed and gagged him and then stimulated him to the point where he quite willingly had performed his first blow job.

He got out of bed and walked into their small kitchen and started the coffeemaker. On his way back to his room, he saw Stephen's handcuffs, the long bandanna, knotted in the middle, and Stephen's lovely white woolen turtleneck sweater. His erection, which had subsided some, quickly resumed its full power.

Eric slipped out of his T-shirt and boxers and put on his friend's sweater. It felt so comfortable to be wearing it but he wondered what should be done with the pole sticking out from underneath the over-sized garment. A smile lit up his face as realized just what needed to be done.

First, he gagged himself with the bandanna, not too tightly since he was hoping it would soon be removed and replaced with a real-life penis gag. Then he cuffed one of his wrists and, making sure he saw the keys on the coffee table, completed his self-bondage by clicking the cuffs shut with his arms behind him.

He then walked softly over to Stephen's closed bedroom door and carefully, as quietly as possible, and with a little more difficulty than he thought since he had to open it with his arms cuffed behind him, let himself into his relaxing roommate's bedroom.

He gently lowered himself into a kneeling position beside the bed and tried out a soft "mmmpphh?"

Nothing happened so he tried out another, louder "mmmppphh!" and then one more.

That did the trick and Stephen's eyes opened and a smile grew on his face.

"Well, well," he said, "I bet someone is ready for another round of cocksucking."

Eric nodded and moaned into his gag.

Stephen got out of bed and seeing his naked roommate's hard-on, knew that Eric's seduction last night was not going to be just a one-night stand.

"Nice sweater," Stephen said, standing behind Eric and caressing his wool-covered shoulders. "Don't go anywhere my friend. I'll be right back after I take a piss."

When Stephen returned, he helped Eric up and then onto his bed. "It seems to me that now is a good time for your first sixty-nine with a man."

Stephen took off his friend's gag and then positioned himself so that his cock was at Eric's lips. Eric immediately began kissing the erect cock, first on the tip and then up and down the entire shaft. Stephen quickly returned the favor and then told his friend, "not too fast. I know you are ready to go but let's enjoy each other, OK? Start by taking me in and gently holding me."

Eric complied, as did Stephen, and the two friends felt the intimacy of their connection much more than they had felt the night before. When Stephen began very slowly moving his lips up and down Eric's cock, Eric did the same to Stephen. Their dance with their lips continued for a minute or two, first one then the other as they slowly, gently, tenderly worked on each other.

When Eric moaned in delight, Stephen giggled and, pulling his mouth away for a second, said, "OK my dear, I am ready as well."

They both moved their lips much faster now and each knew it would not take long. Stephen, being the experienced one in this duo, was able to work it so they both exploded into each other's mouths at close to the same second. Each man pumped and pumped and pumped their loads out of their cocks and into their friend's waiting mouth. Eric couldn't believe how wonderful a sensation it was to erupt himself while simultaneously experiencing Stephen's eruption.

They lay together for a while as their cocks softened and their breathing slowly returned to normal. Then Stephen disengaged and said, "I think it's time for me to get us some coffee and to find those handcuff keys, don't you?"

"Yes," Eric said, his voice soft. "That would be wonderful."

After coffee and breakfast, Stephen left for the library, saying he would be home sometime in the late afternoon. Eric spent the morning and the first few hours of the afternoon working reading and working on his thesis.

Every now and then he would wander around the place and look outside at the chilly, rainy day that was unfolding. Once, he picked up Shellie's scarf that his roommate had used as a blindfold the night before and held it up to his nose. His cock stiffened and he was, he had to admit, unsure whether it was because it was Shellie's scarf or because of Stephen's ridiculously easy seduction of him last night and the role the scarf had played in it.

Well, no matter, he thought, Shellie won't be home tonight and Stephen will and I am sure I will spend at least some of the evening as his bound, cock-sucking playmate.

Eric was just considering closing his book and opening his first beer of the weekend afternoon when the doorbell rang.

He opened to find a distinguished looking older man, in his early sixties, Eric guessed. The man was a few inches shorter than Eric's even six feet, had intense blue eyes and short white hair. He was wearing an expensive looking black woolen knee-length coat, black leather gloves along with a black cashmere turtleneck sweater and gray pants. He looked like a guy who should be in the member's room at a private country club rather than knocking on the door of a rented house occupied by three graduate students.

He had a six pack of beer in his hands, a European brand that Eric knew was well out of a graduate student's price range.

"Hi," the man said. "Is Stephen home?"

"No, but he should be soon," Eric replied. He held out his hand. "Eric's my name. Would you care to come in and wait for him?"
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"James," the man said, taking Eric's hand in a firm grip. "I'll take you up on your offer but only if you'll have a beer with me while we wait."

Eric smiled and said, "I thought you'd never ask."

Once they were seated in the living room, Eric on the couch and James on a wing chair, and two beers had been opened and first sips taken, Eric said, "How do you know Stephen?"

"We met in a rather unusual way a few weeks ago. I was in town on business and Stephen was, well, out for a night on the town.

"He was all dressed up for the occasion, if you know what I mean."

Eric smile grew even wider. "Yes, I do know what you mean. He can look quite fantastic, can't he?"

James took another sip of his beer and gazed at Eric intently, causing the younger man to shift a little on the couch and to avert his eyes.

The older man stood up and came over to the couch and sat down by Eric.

"I have two questions for you," he said, his voice sounding amused. "The first is, why are you wearing the sweater I bought for Stephen? The second is how many times have you been cuffed, gagged and at the tender mercies of our lovely mutual friend?"

Eric wasn't sure just how far his mouth was open, but he knew it was. As he tried, desperately, to figure out what to say, he noticed that James was sporting a mischievous grin which showed some perfectly, arranged and quite white teeth and he was holding Stephen's handcuffs in his hands.

James scooted next to Eric and whispered into his ear, "Scoot forward on the couch my dear young man and put your arms behind your back."

Eric closed his eyes and complied and, quite quickly, felt the cuffs go around his wrists and the click-click of them being snapped into place.

"That's better," James said, as he idly ran his hand along one of Eric's sweater-covered arms. "I do like this sweater. To tell you the truth, dear boy, I am somewhat of a wool fetishist. I give all my playmates a nice sweater in gratitude for their efforts.

"But, before we talk some more, let's get you properly situated, shall we?"

He spotted Shellie's scarf, hanging on the doorknob to the closet where the roommates kept their coats and went over and grabbed it. He tied over Eric's eyes and softly said, "Excellent. Now, stay put. I have just the thing for you."

Of course, Eric was well aware, that, with his hands cuffed behind him and the scarf covering his eyes, there was little else he could do. He heard James wander around the place a little and then heard his steps come towards him and felt the older man sit down besides him.

"Open up Eric," James commanded.

Eric obeyed and felt a ball go into his mouth. When a strap was buckled behind his head, he knew it was some kind of ball gag.

"MMPPPHHHH?"

"Don't worry, my new friend. I am very very nice to those I have in bondage. You will love it. If fact, if that bulge under your sweatpants is any indication, you already are enjoying yourself quite nicely."

James had also brought some rope over to the couch and Eric felt it encircle his ankles and be knotted into place. Then his sweatpants and boxers were pulled down and he was fully exposed to this rather assertive older man.

"Ah," James said, "there it is—a nice big, rock hard cock, perhaps my favorite thing on this earth."

His fingers gently played with the helpless man's cock until he had Eric moaning into the gag.

It was at this moment that the front door opened and Stephen walked into the room.
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Teacher Assault


It was the last week of school, and Sandra couldn't wait for it to be over. She was 24, and this was her first year teaching. It hadn't been wonderful. These second-year seniors she was teaching were rowdy, and sometimes openly disrespectful. She had spent many nights crying in frustration. But the summer was approaching, and she was going to abandon teaching for good. Only one week left.

Because the summer was approaching and it was hot outside, Sandra dressed more simply. The school had a strict dress code, even for teachers. But what did she care? Five more days left. What were they going to do? Fire her?

Her looks hadn't gone unnoticed among the students. She was young, short, perfectly rounded. She had ice-blue eyes and full lips that had a constant pout. Her breasts were enormous. Some of the male students bet how big they were. Some said D-cup, some said DD. But they were all wrong. Her red hair was bright, and constrated nicely against her milky skin.

She walked into First Period on Monday morning wearing tiny black shorts, a tight white t-shirt concealing a tiny white bra, and her hair was pulled up. She knew she was probably showing too much skin---especially the ample cleavage on display when she bent over slightly---but she didn't care.

There was a dozen kids in her First Period class. And it was easily her worst class. They were the "bad kids." Six boys and six girls, all of them Hispanic and black. They were loud and obnoxious and rude, but she usually just let them run wild, as long as they promised not to make too much noise. It was easier to give into them than fight them every day.

The girls leered at Sandra's outfit, and the guys stared blatantly. She'd gotten used to some suggestive looks from the boys and distrustful glares from the girls, but with today's outfit, the attention on her was tripled. She sat down behind her desk as the bell rang.

"Okay, everyone," she said. "Only one week left. So just study or talk or whatever. Just don't leave the classroom." And with that, she opened a fashion magazine and tuned them out.

Fifteen minutes later, Tyrone, the biggest boy in class, said, "Hey, Miss Sandra!"

She looked up from her magazine, slightly annoyed. "What is it, Tyrone?"

"Can you do that math problem for us? It's for our math quiz later today."

Sandra looked up to the chalkboard. One of the kids had written a fairly simple algebra equation.

"You want me to help you cheat on your math quiz?" Sandra asked, incredulous.

"Nah, miss. It ain't cheating. It's just helping us study. We gots to pass this quiz, else we might fail math class," Tyrone said. Sandra looked around the room. The kids seemed to be calm, which was unusual. Everyone was at a desk, paying attention.

Sandra sighed and stood up. She walked to the chalkboard, but couldn't find chalk on the tray.

"Oh, there's some chalk down there, miss."

Tyrone was pointing to the corner, where a piece of chalk laid on the carpet. Sandra walked over and bent down to pick it up. She was careful to bend at the knees, so as not to show off too much of her ass, which she knew was popular among black guys.

Still, she could feel their eyes on the backs of her legs, her ass, her curvy hips. She walked back to the board and began solving the equation. But her algebra was rusty so it was taking awhile.

Tyrone quietly stood up and walked up behind Sandra, who didn't hear him. He turned back to the class. The guys were gesturing at him excitedly. They were in on it. The girls looked confused by what Tyrone was doing, but they were paying close attention.

Smoothly, Tyrone reached around and placed one large hand on each of Sandra's enormous tits. He grabbed s solid hold of them and gave them a couple of quick squeezes.

Sandra was stunned. She tried to turn around, but Tyrone leaned into her, pushing her against the chalkboard. His hands continued their assault on her breasts. They were overflowing even Tyrone's enormous hands.

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?" Sandra squealed. "STOP IT! STOP IT!"

Tyrone laughed a bit and gave his teacher's enormous tits a firm squeeze.

"STOP RIGHT NOW, DAMNIT!" Sandra cried out.

A few of the boys laughed. The girls watched stunned, but they weren't big fans of Sandra's, so they didn't say anything.

Sandra managed to look over her shoulder enough to see who was attacking her.

"Tyrone! Stop this right now! What are you doing?!?!"

Tyrone finally spoke up: "We been talking all year 'bout how big these titties are. So now I got to find out." Tyrone looked over his shoulder out to his buddies in the room, and he told them, "And trust me, these some big-ass titties."

The guys laughed. A couple of the girls did, too. Sandra began to cry and struggle more violently. Tyrone's enormous body----more fat than muscle----easily kept her pinned against the chalkboard, her tits squishing out from her sides.

"Tyrone, please! I'm your teacher, for chrissakes! You can't do this!"

"Shut up, bitch!" Tyrone shouted. It shut Sandra up instantly. The girls hushed. The guys watched on with more interest.

Tyrone leaned in close to Sandra's ear and gave it a quick, sloppy lick with his wet tongue. "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm finally getting to play with this fine white teacher ass." And with that, Tyrone thrust his hips into Sandra's ass, which was sticking out a bit by the way he had her positioned. He was only half-erect, but that still made a huge impression when Sandra felt it press between against her ass.

"I'm finally going to see what it's like to fuck some white pussy," Tyrone spat, and gave her ear another violent lick.

"Please, noooo," Sandra said, her words dissolving into a wailing cry. Tyrone gestured with his head to a friend, who ran to the classroom door and locked it.

"You try to scream, I'm going to hurt you. Understand, bitch?"

Sandra wailed again. Tyrone squeezed her tits harder.

"I said: Do you understand? Huh, bitch?"

"I understand, I understand, please please..." Sandra cried, softer now. She was terrified.

Tyrone grabbed Sandra by the shoulders and easily spun her around. Her legs almost collapsed beneath her, but she managed to stay standing. Tyrone was in her face. His breath was hot on her cheek. He had a maniacal twinkle in his eyes. She was terrified.

Still holding her arm with one large hand, Tyrone grabbed the top of Sandra's top. He turned out to the classroom, many of whom had moved up closer.

"So. Y'all think we should settle the bet once and for all?" he said and tugged at the top of Sandra's tight shirt.

A couple of the kids said "Yeah!" One of the girls, too. Everyone was smiling, enjoying seeing their sexy and bitchy teacher get some fear knocked into her.

And then, with one violent tug, Tyrone ripped Sandra's shirt down the front, letting it fall wide open. Her enormous breasts popped into view. So round. So perfectly shaped, topped by medium-sized nipples. They jiggled for a second at the tear, but then settled down, heaving only with Sandra's muffled cries.

The class cheered a bit---some clapping, some hooting and hollering. Tyrone turned and stared down at Sandra's heavenly mounds. They were so tan and smooth. He'd never seen anything so big on such a tiny woman.

"So what do we do with this bitch now?" he asked.

Little did Sandra know, but what would happen next was just the beginning of a week-long ***.
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In Chapter One, Sandra was assaulted by one of her students as the rest of the class looked on.

There she was, standing in front of the class, her t-shirt ripped open and her enormous breasts exposed to the class. Tyrone stood next to her, holding a handful of her hair in his fist as though he was presenting her to the class. Sandra silently wept, her eyes clinched shut.

"So what do we do with this bitch now?" Tyrone asked, looking down at his teacher's beautiful tits heaving as she cried.

"Squeeze those bad boys!" one of the black boys from the back of the class shouted.

"Good idea," Tyrone said. He reached over with his free hand and held Sandra's left breast in his huge black palm. It barely fit. He shook the breast a bit, and the kids began cheering.

"How'd a little bitch like you get such big titties?" Tyrone asked, licking his lips. He didn't wait for her to answer, and he leaned down and stuck out his thick wet tongue. He barely grazed one of Sandra's round pink nipples with it, and it instantly perked up and got hard. She could hear the kids cheering, but Sandra kept her eyes clinched shut.

"Look at her! This bitches big nipples got hard in a second!" Tyrone shouted back to the class. And then he dove in completely, opening his mouth wide and swallowing a mouthful of titflesh. He wrapped his big thick wet lips around a significant portion of Sandra's right tit. He let go of her hair and wrapped both hands around it, trying to stuff more into his mouth.

Sandra finally opened her eyes and looked down. Tyrone was buried in her enormous cleavage---her round white globes suffocating his dark black face. He was making disgusting slurping sounds and moaning. He was going nuts all over her, like a hungry natural. He quickly switched his mouth to her other breast.

Kyle, one of the skinniest and scrawniest black kids in the class, hopped up from his desk and ran to Tyrone's side. He immediately attached his lips to her free breast. And suddenly, Sandra----who was such a proper little white daddy's girl---was having her magnificent tits slobbered all over by two young black guys.

She hated it. She cried some more and tried to push them away finally. But Kyle and Tyrone leaned in and pushed her up against the chalkboard, pinning her arms to her sides. They were moaning loudly now.

After a minute of tit-assault, Kyle pulled back and looked up at Sandra. Sandra frowned at him, tears falling from her eyes.

"Damn, missus! You got some big titties and they taste gooood!" he said, and went back to his masterful sucking of his teacher's boob.

Her nipples were rock hard now, and Tyrone was tugging lightly on them with his filthy teeth. Sandra told herself it was involuntary, but she immediately new it was a lie. The boys were being surprisingly sensual with her tits, and in some part of her mind, it was turning her on.

The rest of the class, about ten kids in all, had all formed a semi-circle around the scene. The boys grinned and rubbed their palms together. The girls just stared in surprise. Sandra tried not to look them in the eyes, but instead looked down at the two young black students expertly working her tits into a frenzy.

A moment later, Sandra noticed that she had lifted her arms and wrapped her dainty white hands around the backs of both boys' heads. She was cradling them as they suckled on her titflesh. This shocked her. Why would she absent-mindedly pull their hungry mouths further into her titflesh? This was a horrible thing happening to her, not something to spur along. But the part of Sandra that said "This is so fucking hot" was growing louder. She tried to quell it by focusing on the fact she was being assaulted by young boys.

Finally, Tyrone pulled away. He pulled Kyle away with him. Sandra silently felt an immediate loss, but she hoped they didn't see her disappointment on her face.

"Turn around, bitch," Tyrone said. His harsh tone shocked her back to reality, and she got scared again.

"I said TURN AROUND, YOU SLUT" he yelled and pulled his fist up, threatening to hit her. Sandra obeyed immediately, spinning around on her high heels.

"Bend over, stick that fat ass out."

Sandra did, placing her hands against the chalkboard.

"Up! Stick that ass out and UP, bitch!" he yelled at her. The boys giggled behind him.

Sandra dipped her hips, and her surprisingly plump ass raised up. Her tits, wet with the boys' saliva, pushed out amazingly from her chest.

"Good little bitch!" Tyrone said.

Suddenly, Sandra felt his palm land hard---SMACK!----against her ass. She yelped a bit, and the class burst into laughter. This egged Tyrone on, and he spanked her again, reeling back and slapping her hard enough to send her onto her tip toes, and she almost feel off balance in her heels.

"You like that bitch? You like when Tyrone smacks your fat ass?" Kyle asked, leaning in close to the side of Sandra's face. She shook her head. Tyrone smacked her again.

"You KNOW you like it, bitch!" Kyle said, leaning in even closer and licking her ear.

Tyrone shouted from behind Sandra: "Tell this whole class what a fat ass you have!!"

SMACK!

Sandra said, in a half whimper: "I have a fat ass."

Kyle licked her ear again and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. He spread his fat lips over hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He was obviously inexperienced with women, because he slobbered all over her mouth. He was moaning again. He pulled away and said, "Louder, bitch." Sandra looked into his grinning eyes and was terrified of the lust she saw. He was turning into some sort of natural. She had to obey. Or else.

"I have a fat ass!" she screamed, louder than she thought she would. The class applauded and made whooping noises.

"Again," Tyrone said, his large palm coming down hard again on her unexposed ass.

"I have a big juicy ass! Everybody loves watching my ass shake!" she screamed out. Kyle went in and gave her a quick, deep kiss.

"Listen to this bitch, Tyrone," he said. "She just be makin' her own cuckolds brownie up! Sayin' cuckolds brownie we didn't even tell her to say!"

"That's cuz she one horny white bitch! Ain't that right, Miss Sandra?" Tyrone said.

She nodded furiously. Please God, she thought, let this end soon. I'll do anything to let this end soon.

But, of course, it wasn't ending anytime soon.

Sandra was bent forward, almost parallel to the floor, her hands spread wide against the chalkboard for support and her ass sticking as high as she could manage. That's what Tyrone wanted, and right now, he was in charge of everything.

He stepped up behind her, ending his relentless spanking, and pressed his pelvis into her shorts-covered ass. Sandra stumred a bit, but Tyrone's hands wrapped around her tiny waist and held her up. If he was hard yet, Sandra couldn't tell, but the pressure and heat from his crotch press hard into her round ass was startling.

"Tyrone, please. Please don't do anymore! If you stop now, I promise I won't say anything to anyone. This can be a classroom secret. Nobody needs to get in trou----"

SMACK! Tyrone interrupted her plea with a sharp smack to the side of her enormous tits.

"Bitch, we already in this for the long run. We gosta to start what we finished here."

The students gathered a couple of feet away made noises of agreement. Sandra turned her head to look at them and noticed that one of the black boys was busy making out with one of the Latina girls. He was wildly groping her tits while she sucked on his exposed tongue. The rest of the class didn't notice (or didn't care). Sandra turned away, disgusted with the whole scene.

Tyrone hooked his fingers into Sandra's black micro-shorts, but before she could protest, he ripped them down to her knees in one quick movement. The suddenness caused her plump ass (and how a woman so petite got such big tits and big ass was still a mystery to the rest of the students) to shake and jiggle a bit. Tyrone laughed and class cheered as her tiny black thong came into view. It was bisecting one of the most amazing asses the world had ever seen: perfectly plump, thick but not wide, jutting out from her narrow hips with power, and just loose enough to jiggle but quite firm.

"Daaaaamn!" said the runty little Kyle, who was standing beside Tyrone. They both took in the view of this amazing white booty. They thought only black girls had nice asses, but it was obvious that some white bitches can out-do any black girl's ass. Sandra was amazing.

She was still bending over, wearing nothing but the scraps of her shredded t-shirt, her tiny short bundled at her ankles, ridiculously high heels, and a slim black thong. She felt the fear welling up in her again.

Kyle took the liberty of smacking one of Sandra's plump cheeks first. It wasn't a hard slap (he was a weakling, after all) but it stung plenty. Sandra let a slight moan of pain escape her lips.

"That's right, teacher miss!"

Tyrone smacked the other cheek, but let his hand linger and give a quick squeeze. This, he liked. So instead of spanking her again, he grabbed two enormous handfuls of Sandra's tan ass. He let go and watch the flesh jiggle a moment before stopping. He did it again. And again. Each time he was a bit rougher. He was really marveling at the pure beauty of it. He was like a little kid with a new and confusing toy.

Kyle stepped forward to join in the fun, but Tyrone elbowed him aside: "Let me get some of this, ladyfucker. Go kiss on her titties or somethin."

While Tyrone continued his exploration of Sandra's perfect round booty, Kyle came around to her front. He used a fistful of her hair to yank Sandra into a semi-standing position. He stepped between her and the chalkboard, and she once again pressed her hands against it for support. Now, she was just inches from Kyle's stupid grin and horrible breath. He was a smoker, even at 18. Sandra clinched her eyes shut.

"Look at me," Kyle said quite loudly. Tyrone just kept pinching and spanking.

Sandra opened her eyes. The pip-squeak disgusted her. Short and thin, with bad teeth and breath.

"Now kiss me, bitch. And make it some good cuckolds brownie!" Kyle said, doing his best impression of a confident kid. But he wasn't waiting for her to make the first move, of course, and so he grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her mouth onto his. She didn't move her mouth, but he pried it open with his long, slippery tongue. He explored every inch of her mouth, moaning and wildly grinding his lips against her. He reached down a bit and started violently massaging her tits.

It was like she was being fucked by two overgrown monkeys.

And then suddenly, a tingle shot down Sandra's spine. The combination of rough ass-play behind her and the filthy, but passionate, kiss ... along with the expert manipulation of her enormous tits by Kyle's soft hands ... it was apparently making her body respond.

Sandra shut her eyes tighter, and she tried to ignore the feeling. But it was still there. Growing with each thrust of Kyle's tongue down her throat, and with each light spanking Tyrone gave her from behind. She was terrified of everything happening to her, but her body didn't give a cuckolds brownie about terror or pain.

All it wanted, in that moment, was for these two young black ... well, studs ... to stop doing what they were doing. They weren't going to stop, not anytime soon. Nope, they had a lot of plans for her.
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"Enough fucking around," Tyrone announced to the class. "Let's get this bitch performin."

The puny little black kid, Kyle, stopped kissing Sandra. He nodded his head in approval. "Yeah, this bitch needs to show us what she can do."

Tyrone grabbed Sandra's slender wrist and dragged her toward her desk. The class, who had been watching the entire assault, reformed their circle around them. Tyrone placed one hand on the back of her neck and pushed her over the desk. Her ass was so round and thick it couldn't help but thrust out. Kyle pushed her skirt further up, giving everyone a great view of her juicy white ass.

"Look at that ass, Tyrone!" Kyle giggled. And he gave it another hard smack. The smooth flesh shook for a moment before settling down.

Sandra, meanwhile, had given into her attackers. It was best, she decided, to just let them do what they wanted. It would all be over soon, right?

While Kyle attended to Sandra's big ass, Tyrone had moved around to the front of the desk. His crotch was just inches from her face. He smiled down at her.

"Look up at me, bitch" he commanded. Sandra craned her neck upward. He was snarling down at her, his few gold teeth peeking through his enormous lips. She was disgusted by him.

"Now look down here," Tyrone said. Sandra looked down at his crotch again. She could see his cock STRAINING to get out of his jeans. It must be enormous if it could make such an obvious bulge in his thick, loose jeans.

"Open it up and pull out my dick," Tyrone growled. Behind her, Kyle was smacking Sandra's ass again and again, all to the giggles of the lookers-on from the class.

She reached out and fumred his zipper. Her perfectly manicured fingernails couldn't seem to open his button. But after a moment (and a few more spanks from Kyle) she finally popped it open. She eased his zipper down. And even from her awkward position bent over the desk, she reached into his jeans and ... she felt it.

It was rock hard. And it was obviously enormous. With some help from Tyrone, she was able to pull it up and out the top of his jeans. When it came into view, Sandra gasped. She'd never seen anything quite like it. It was a full ten inches, easily. It was dark black with thick veins curling up the sides. And the head? It was like a golf ball perched at the end, and it glistened with just a hint of pre-cum. It bobbed and swayed in front of her face. Tyrone grabbed it at the base, and even his enormous hands barely fit around the entire thing.

"You like that, bitch?" he asked.

Sandra nodded a little. Tyrone grabbed her thick hair in his hand and yanked it back. She was staring up at him. "I said, DO YOU LIKE THAT DICK???"

Sandra answered, gasping for breath. "Yes! Yes! I like your dick, Tyrone!"

"Then why don't you show the class?!" he snarled. He looked over at his classmates, he were smiling and giggling and watching as Kyle continued to shake Sandra's ass.

"What y'all think? Think teach needs to suck some dick?" he asked. They all cheered. That was enough for Tyrone.

So he hooked his hands under Sandra's arms and slid her further across her desk. Now she was completely on top of it, her gorgeous white ass sticking high in the air. With one hand Tyrone held his dick out, and with the other he guided her mouth head toward it.

As his cock approached her mouth, Sandra decided not to fight. She let her lips fall open and her tongue push out. She wanted to get it wet so it wouldn't hurt as much. And before she knew it, that engorged cock head was sliding along the tip of her tongue, past her teeth, and into the back of her mouth.

Tyrone moaned. "Now, do a good job! Keep it nice and sexy, bitch!"

He held his hands entwined in her hair, holding her in place. He made several long, slow strokes in and out, using her mouth as a fuck hole. After a few slow strokes, he sped up. And within a minute he was fucking Sandra's mouth. She gagged a bit more with each thrust, as Tyrone tried to work more and more into her. A couple of times, he held it there, gyrating his hips and letting his cock vibrate against the back of her throat. And when he slid it out, it was coated in saliva. Long strands dripped from his cock and her chin.

Tyrone's creepy little friend, Kyle, came around to watch the blowjob up close.

"Damn, this bitch is liking it!!" he squealed.

"I know she is! Look at her. Look at this white bitch loving some young black dick," Tyrone chuckled. He pulled his dick out of her mouth, held it in his hand, and began smacking it against her face.

"You like this young black dick?" Tyrone asked her.

Sandra caught her breath. She knew what she was supposed to say. But it wasn't a complete lie. She'd been surprised at how nice it had felt in her mouth. She could feel it harden in her throat, could feel the red pulsing through it.

She looked up at Tyrone.

"I love your fat black dick. I love sucking on that black dick. I love it. Give me some more!" Sandra said, trying to muster a sexy smile. She still wanted this whole ordeal to end, but she knew it would be easier if she played along. "Please, Tyrone!" And she opened her mouth again.

As he reentered her throat, Tyrone told Kyle to get ready for his turn. Instead of just pulling out his cock, the skinny Kyle decided to strip completely naked. Out of the corner of her eye, Sandra could see Kyle yank off his shirt and kick his jeans off. Pretty soon he was standing just a foot away, completely nude. Sandra couldn't get a direct look, but she was pretty sure Kyle had an enormous dick. Way too large for his tiny frame.

"Suck this fat black cock, bitch" Tyrone kept shouting. And unknown permister had taken over Kyle's spanking duties. And with each thrust of Tyrone's cock into her throat, someone spanked her. They worked into a quick, steady rhythm. And all that could be heard was Kyle's giggling and the wet, slurping sounds as Sandra tried her best to suck Tyrone's dick like he wanted.

"My turn!" Kyle finally said. Tyrone made a few more thrusts and pulled out. Sandra gasped, out of breath. But before she knew it, Kyle had taken up position in front of her mouth. And she was right: his cock was enormous. Tyrone's was long and thick, but Kyle's was about four inches longer and thin. It was an absurd cock, but fascinating to look at.

"What ya think of this big dick, teach?" he asked.

Sandra grinned up at him. "It's huge! I've never seen a dick this big before, baby."

And Kyle took that as his cue to smack her across the cheek with it. Sandra was surprised, but it didn't hurt. He smacked the other cheek. Then he spanked it against her forehead a couple of times, which meant his balls were swinging just an inch from Sandra's mouth.

And before she knew what she was doing, Sandra was leaning in to suck his balls into her mouth. This caught Kyle by surprise, but he reacted by leaning into her, letting her suck more of his sack into her mouth.

Sandra felt the heavy balls rolling around in her mouth. She sucked softly, almost sweetly. Meanwhile, Kyle kept lightly spanking his dick on her forehead. Her face was covered in dick.

When Kyle pulled away, Sandra found herself momentarily sad. But she didn't have much time to miss his ball, because Kyle was slowly working his dick into her mouth. For five full minutes, everyone watched as Sandra slurped on her student's dick. He held her by the head and kept egging her on. Her huge tits swayed obscenely beneath her. The mystery spanker was now grabbing handfuls of her ass and making it shake. Tyrone stood off to the side, slowly stroking his wet cock and staring at Sandra's fat ass.
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Lucky me. My company's annual convention was in Vail, Colorado this year. My family had been planning a winter ski trip and I thought I'd take the chance to scope out Vail as a possible site. The convention was scheduled so that we attended meetings through lunch and had the afternoons to explore the town, ski, or network with fellow employees. As it turns out, I did some serious networking, but I doubt the new contacts I made will help my business and I definitely won't be adding them to my client list. I don't think my boss (or my wife for that matter) would be to happy to hear that my new contacts spent the week training me to bottom like a cockluving whore.

So I'm happily married and until this recent week, fundamentally straight. I admit I often surf internet porn and have been strangely attracted to gay porn in the last couple of years. I often jerk off to gay porn and am fascinated by how uninhibited and downright dirty the male stars perform. Sex with the wife has become somewhat perfunctory and not very frequent, especially as the kids take more and more of our daily energy. I've had several strange dreams recently that included me engaging in homosexual activities with a variety of friends, co-workers, and strangers. In all these dreams, I become infatuated with my male partner's large penis and end up performing acts I only wish my wife would perform on me. I usually awake to find my pajamas wet and sticky with a huge load of my nocturnal jizz. My wife is clueless although I think she wonders why I have recently taken an interest in the chores, having to do a couple of loads of laundry each week to prevent her from finding my crusty, cum-covered pj's.

I just shrugged this unusual behavior off as one more tell-tale sign of my oncoming middle age. I'm 38, been married 15 years, have three kids, and am generally a conservative Republican type. But these wild wet dreams were very soon to become more than a figment of my imagination.

The second day of the convention, several of my co-workers decided to hit the slopes and do some skiing. All three were excellent skiers, having grown up in Colorado and I was soon left behind to slowly traverse the beginner and intermediate terrain as they went to explore the expert bowls on the backside of the resort. We were to meet back at the hotel for takes before dinner. It being mid-week the area was not very crowded and I rode several lifts by myself, enjoying the beautiful scenery and the increasing snowfall. As I loaded onto an empty gondola for a ride back up to mid-mountain, a 20-something snowboarder came to a screeching stop, unbuckled his board, and jumped onto my gondola as the doors slid shut.

"Sorry, dude," he said as he settled in across from me for the 18 minute ride up the hill.

"No problem," I replied, "the gondola is built for 8, I think there's plenty of room for the two of us."

As we crested the first cliff, putting the base area out of sight, my companion started to fidget in his seat. "Damn, bro, I got to piss like a racehorse. Those couple beers at lunch just hit me."

I didn't know what to say so I just chuckled, until the boarder dude stood up and started to unzip his baggy pants.

"I can't hold it in man. We're over these cliffs and out of site of the ski runs. Do you mind if I lower this window and take a leak?"

What could I say? When a guy needs to pee, he needs to pee. "Be my guest," I said.

The window was about four feet off the floor of the gondola, so the guy put one foot on each bench seat, straddling the floor and pulled out his dick, aiming a long, steady stream of urine out the small window.

"Don't eat yellow snow," he giggled as he continued to aim a river of warm pee at the snow covered terrain beneath the gondola.

I tried not to look, but from the minute he unzipped, I noticed he had a very impressive member, significantly larger than my penis and rivaling the thick, meaty dick of a pornstar. He was uncut and his flaccid tool was easily 6 inches long with big veins and a thick hairy mop of blonde pubic hair to match the shaggy mane hanging down below his wool snow cap.

My midnight dreams came back to me and I immediately wondered how big his cock would get when he was hard. I felt my ski pants tighten in my crotch as my dick stirred to attention with these nasty thoughts.

He shook his cock several times to get the last few drops of pee and I think his dick actually grew a couple of inches as he jumped off the seats and turned back toward where I was sitting.

In no hurry to stash his package away, he stood directly across from where I was seated, his cock at my eye level and said, "You see something you like?"

"Uh, no. What do you mean?"

"I saw the way you were eyeing my package as I took a leak," he began. "I've seen that look on dude's faces before. You some kind of fag, or something?"

"Absolutely not! I'm happily married and am definitely not gay," I replied, embarrassed to admit that his cock was making me very horny.

"You're married. So fucking what. I've had several married dudes blow me and usually they get an A for effort. You want to blow me dude?" he asked as he began to slowly stroke his ever growing member.

I couldn't believe how forward he was acting, but to be honest, I did want to blow him. But I was frozen with fear and couldn't bring myself to answer.

"Look partner," he said. "We've got 10 minutes to the top and with a little help from my hand, you might just coax a load out of this bad boy before those gondola doors open up. So quit fucking around and get on your knees like a good little cocksucker," he ordered as he fell back into the seat and wiggled his pants down around his ankles, exposing his big hairy nuts.

Without further hesitation, I did as instructed, dropping to my knees on the floor of the gondola between his legs and reached out to grasp his now nearly fully erect cock in my virgin hand. I'd stroked my own cock plenty of times, but holding his massive member in my grip was like the difference in holding a golf club versus a baseball bat. His cock pulsed with energy and I could barely get my hand around the base of his shaft.

"Yea fucker," he groaned. "I knew you wanted some of this. Open your mouth and get to work, we ain't got much time."

The fear of reaching the top of the ride with me still on my knees between the young snowboarder's legs overcame my fear of tasting his big rod and I open my mouth wide and engulfed his large mushroom head, running my tongue down the underside of his shaft. I'd watched plenty of blowjob pornos and thought I knew what a good blowjob looked like. Having convinced my wife on a few occasions to perform oral sex on me, I also knew what a bad blow job felt like. I attempted to take several inches down my throat and immediately began to gag.

The boarder dude laughed, "Shit, buddy, you can do better than that." He put his hands behind my head and powerd it back down on his shaft, pausing as I started to gag but not letting me back off his tool. As my throat began to accommodate his girth, he powerd several more inches into my mouth. I had roughly half of his length in my throat and I still had my hand wrapped around the base of his monster.

"Now suck on it, dude. And watch those teeth," he instructed.

I put on my best Hoover impermisteration and created a nice vacuum seal on his rod, starting to bob up and down as he applied pressure to the back of my head, powering more and more of his incredible tool down my throat.

"Play with my balls, man," he ordered as he pulled his spit covered cock from my mouth and gave my face a few wet, firm whacks. "Suck those hairy nuts, boy. Feel that warm jizz starting to bubble deep in my nads."

I took one ball in my mouth and sucked lightly, tonguing his nuts as I stroked his long, spit-lubed boner. I changed balls and took his other nut in my warm mouth, amazed at how horny and nasty I was acting. He lifted his feet up onto the seat on the far side, exposing his puckered hole to me. Without any instructions, I licked my way down to his hairless hole and began to tongue fuck his ass as he moaned with pleasure. I don't even like giving my wife oral sex, but I was turned on beyond belief rimming this guy's ripe ass.

"That's it cocksucker," he groaned. "Now get back up here and finish off this boner."

As I massaged his balls, I took his dick back in my mouth and let him face fuck me like a cheap whore. I knew we must be getting near the top of the lift, so I doured my efforts to suck him dry. Unbelievably his cock seemed to grow even bigger deep down my throat and the veins on the top of his shaft began to pulsate.

"Oh yea fucker, I'm gonna blow. I'm gonna shoot this big load straight down your faggot throat," he exclaimed as I began to feel spurt after spurt of warm, creamy goo coat the back of my throat.

"Fuck yea!!!" he screamed as he unloaded a gallon of man sauce into my eager mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could but cum dribred out of my mouth and ran down my chin into my beard.

"Lick it up, dude," he ordered. "We're getting close to the top and you need to clean up my tool, now."

I slurped up the sticky cum, licking his long shaft like the sweetest lollipop I'd every tasted, swallowing every ounce of warm fluid I could get. I didn't want to stop but he shoved me away and yanked up his pants as the gondola door swung open, with me still on my knees between his legs, his spunk still wet in my beard. He jumped out of the gondola and grabbed his board as I stood up, exited the gondola, and grabbed my skis, an obvious tent protruding from my ski pants. The lift operator gave me a nasty look, as I was sure he knew what had just happened, but he didn't say anything.

I met the boarder out on the slopes as he was putting on his snowboard.

"Dude, you've clearly done that before. I don't know if a chick has ever given me head that good."

I smiled, proud I had satisfied this stud, while feeling guilty and embarrassed at the same time.

"Based on that lump in your pants, you must have enjoyed it too," he chuckled.

I couldn't argue with that. It was probably the hottest sexual situation I had ever been a part of and I was already regretting it was over.

"Tell you what cocksucker," he began. "I've got a condo down at the base, why don't you follow me down and let's continue this party at my place."

With that he took off and without thinking twice, I started after him. As we rode down the mountain, I tried to imagine what he had in mind once we got back to his condo. I decided I didn't care what his intentions were, as long as he was willing to give me another chance at that magnificent cock. As we reached his condo, my cock was still standing at attention and I was ready to follow this stud to my complete and total deflowering.
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As he opened the door to his place he turned to me. "Strip down married guy," he instructed. "Let's see how much of a cockslut you really are."

I removed my clothes, my 6" dick standing straight at attention as he popped a dvd into the player and turned on some straight porn.

"Grab a beer, dude, and relax," he said as he headed into the bedroom. I heard the shower running as I popped a brew and sat down on the couch, the cold leather against my bare ass reminding me I was naked and ready to submit to this young stud. I slowly stroked my raging hardon as I watched the hot porn, a tiny little starlet getting drilled deep in the ass by a well-hung guy. Even as big as the pornstar's dick was, a good 9" I estimated, I think the snowboarder had him by at least an inch. As I watched him deep dick the girl's butt, I wondered if I was shortly going to be experiencing the same thing.

The snowboarder returned with a towel wrapped around him and grabbed a cold beer, the outline of his meaty pole clearly evident beneath the thin cotton.

"Dude, I'm giving up the last hour of boarding for this, so you better make it worth my while," he said. "I gotta tell you, I prefer chicks, but the way you sucked my cock, I gotta felling you've got some pent up sexual cuckolds brownie going on so let's have some fun."

With that he stepped in front of me, his cock stirring beneath the towel. I reached out and rubbed his growing bulge, mouthing his shaft through the towel before ripping the towel from his torso. His cock sprang to life, smacking me in the cheek, his mushroom head still hidden in his uncut foreskin.

"Oh yea, slut. I'm gonna make you beg for this big cock."

I took his rod into my mouth and began to blow him again. In no time his head popped out of its cover and his tool grew to its impressive full length. I took his muscular butt cheeks in my hands and pulled him into my mouth, as his cock disappeared down my throat.

"Get that cock nice and wet, bitch, cause where its going, you're gonna want all the lube you can get."

I immediately knew what he meant, and although I had a pang of fear, my cock began to leak precum at the thought of getting ass fucked by his huge cock. After sucking his dick for several minutes, he ordered me to stand up and bend over the back of the couch.

"Spread those ass cheeks, bitch and show me that virgin hole," he instructed.

I did as he wished and braced myself for what I was sure to be an uncomfortable few minutes. I figured if the cute little porn chick could handle a big dick in her tight rear, why couldn't I learn to enjoy the same thing.

The dude spit a huge wad onto my exposed ass and I felt the fluid run down between my cheeks. Using his big pole, he spread the spit around my puckered hole, giving me the only lubrication I was going to enjoy.

Without any further warning, he leaned his weight against my ass and his spear popped into my virgin chute, his big mushroom head invading my tight hole with an audible pop. I tried to wiggle forward away form the searing pain but I was trapped against the sofa. I started to scream, but the boarder dude grabbed one of my dirty socks off the sofa and shoved it into my mouth, holding the ends behind my head like a set of reins.

"Don't be such a baby," he commanded, as he continued to apply pressure on my trapped body, driving inch after painful inch into my ***d hole. "You know you fucking want it, so be a man and take it like the little bitch you are."

Even as my ass felt like it was being split in two, I knew he was right. I wanted every last inch of his cock buried in my butt and I wanted him to fuck me just like the guys in my nightly wet dreams.

After several minutes of excruciating pain, I felt his balls against mine and knew he had bottomed out. I was having trouble breathing with the sock in my mouth, but I could feel my own warm precum leaking from my raging boner and knew my mind was enjoying something my ass was still having trouble processing.

Holding the reins tight, he began to slowly withdraw before powering his massive rod back into my empty hole. With each stroke, he increased the pace, starting to fuck my ass for real. The incredible burning pain began to subside and the friction of his in-and-out pounding massaging my prostate became pleasurable. On each downstroke, I felt incredibly full but as he pulled out, I longed for him to plunge that incredible fuckstick back deep into my horny hole.

He continued to fuck me with furious, deep strokes and I began to push back against him as he withdrew.

"I knew you were a little butt-slut," he laughed as he threw the now useless dirty sock across the room. "You love having that big cock up your ass, don't you?"

"Fuck yes," I moaned. "Screw me hard and deep. Please don't stop."

As I finished begging him to fuck my ass, he withdrew all but the head of his enormous pole from my tattered hole and stood motionless. "No, bitch. You fuck me."

Eager to please, I pushed back against his rod and felt it disappear into the depths of my bowels. I began to rock back and forth, fucking his now stationary cock and moaning in ecstasy.

"Fuck that feels so good," I exclaimed. "I love having my assed fucked deep and hard."

Even as I finished mouthing this unbelievable statement, the front door of the condo opened and in walked two more snowboarders.

"Dude, you getting some ass and you didn't invite us," boarder one said.

"You got that queer ready for us?" asked boarder two.

"This little married faggot is a full reded cockwhore," replied the boarder still buried deep in my ass. "He blew me on the gondola like a pro. So I brought him back here for some serious fucking. You guys ought to see the way he fucks. I think we've got a real convert here. Don't know if he'll ever crave pussy again."

With that, the two new arrivals stripped down and came over to stand in front of the sofa, offering their still soft cocks up for my attention.

"Hope he enjoys a good gangbang," boarder one laughed as he stroked his dick to attention.

"He sure as fuck will after we are done with him," cracked boarder two, pulling on his nuts as his boner leapt to life.

The first guy's dick was not much longer than mine, maybe 7", but fat as a can of Budweiser. Boarder two had a long, thin rod with a big banana curve that made his bone point skyward. It was easily as long as the one now impaled in my ass, but a little less thick.

I reached out to stroke the long thin dick, as Bud boy shoved his fat tool into my mouth, immediately bottoming out as his nuts bounced off my bearded chin.

"This fucker has no gag reflex, dude," Budweiser boy quipped as he began to power fuck my throat.

"I cured him of that nasty habit," said the guy who continued to pound my used ass. "He's a deepthroat expert, man. And he's a fuckspert too. Look how his little man-clitty is leaking as I fucking pound his tight hole."

"His hole may have started out as tight, bud," Banana dude chuckled. "But after you're done with him, he'll just be another worn out piece of ass."

I was being treated like a submissive little whore and I was loving every minute of it. Any apprehension that had hit me when the two new studs walked in had disappeared as I continued to blow one guy and jerk off the other. I knew the stud in my ass wouldn't last forever, but now I had two new fuckers to take over and keep my ass filled with cock.

"Let me try some of that throat," Banana boy said as he pushed Bud guy out of the way and rammed his long, skinny rod into my open mouth. Unbelievably, I was able to take his entire length down my throat and tongued his hairless balls as he left his rod firmly planted. I reached over and jerked Bud boy's wet cock, shocked that I was unable to get my hand wrapped completely around his massive girth.

It took all my concentration to be able to jerk one guy, while getting faced fucked by the second and ass pounded by the third. I was in cock heaven and when the fucker buried in my ass starting spanking my butt cheeks and increased his rhythm, I knew he was close to planting his seed in my raw hole.

"Yea, bitch, take that cock in your little man-hole," he hollered. "I'm gonna blow my load straight up your cuckolds brownieter."

With a loud grunt, he sank his shaft to the hilt in my ass and exploded, filling my hole with his second load of the day. I felt each and every ejaculation as he shot wad after wad of hot, sticky man-cream into my stuffed anus. I swear he came for a solid 30 seconds. As he withdrew his deflating boner from my stretched and happy ass, there was an audible pop and I felt his warm seed leaking out of my ass and running down the inside of my thighs.

Without hesitation, Bud boy moved behind the couch and pushed his thick cockhead against my still gaping hole. I wiggled back to try and get his cock to penetrate my ass, but he kept moving backwards, teasing me.

"Beg for it bitch," he ordered. "Tell me how bad you want this fat cock buried in your horny hole."
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With Banana boy still fucking my throat mercilessly, I had a hard time speaking. I mumred, "Please, fuck my ass. Stretch my tattered hole with that fat cock of yours. Rip my ass apart and fuck me like a bitch in heat."

I have no idea where these deeply disturbing words spewing from my mouth were coming from, but I was beyond horny and I wanted nothing more that to get my now empty ass filled with more cock.

"That's it cunt," Bud boy said as he leaned forward, ripping my already stretched hole as his fat pole poked through my gaping sphincter. My ass was again on fire as I struggled to adjust to his massive girth. Again I would have screamed in pain except Banana boy was still buried down my throat and I was struggling to breath even as my ass was being split wide open. He showed no mercy as he drove his cock straight down my hole until I felt his big, hanging balls bouncing off mine. He immediately began pounding in and out, as he roughly grabbed my hips and fucked me like a wild natural.

He continued to fuck me for about 10 minutes before I felt his already massive rod thicken and unleash a second load of hot spunk into my now well-lubed asshole. As he pulled his cock from my ass, I felt a cold draft blow up my now empty gaping hole.

"Come around to this side of the couch," Banana boy ordered as he pulled his now slick cock from my aching jaws.

He had me sit on the couch with my ass hanging off the edge as he knelt in front of me and hoisted my feet up onto his shoulders, fully exposing my man-cunt to his big, curved spear. He aimed his rod at my gaping target and with little effort drove his bone home. It easily slid up my lubed and stretched ass, but as he began to fuck my ass in earnest, his long, curved tool began to hit spots inside me I didn't know existed. I had fully enjoyed getting fucked by both the other guys, but whether it was this studs freakish curvature or the new position, this new deep dicking had me squirming with delight. After several minutes of fucking, my dick was harder than stone and I hadn't even touched it, too busy with my hands grabbing Banana boy's butt cheeks and pulling him deeper into my now quivering ass.

As he rammed his member home again and again, I began to shake and groan, feeling his cock repeatedly massage an erogenous zone I didn't know existed deep in my bowels. With a loud scream my cock exploded, shooting a giant load of boy butter all over my stomach and chest, several explosive spurts even hitting my face.

"Look at that," one of the now spent buttfuckers exclaimed. "The little bitch just had the big O. He didn't even touch his little clit, it just went off from all that deep dicking."

"Fucking amazing," shouted the other dude as I was blinded by a flash. Looking over, I realized the first fucker had pulled out a camera and he was snapping photos of me getting drilled.

I started to protest, worried the pics would end up on a website or worse, in my wife's e-mail inbox.

"Shut up faggot," the amateur photographer snapped. "You do what we tell you and these pics won't cause you no issues. You fuck with us, well, that's a different story."

I was too highly stimulated to argue. I only wished I had a few of the pics to remind me of this incredible day.

As my body collapsed in exhaustion, the stud that had finally flipped my switch pulled his glorious tool from my rear and with two swift jerks, shot his load across my chest, several thick globs landing on my face and adding a third load of jizz to my already crusty beard. I caught some on my tongue and swallowed greedily. He pushed me down onto the floor and powerd his cock back into my mouth, ordering me to suck every last ounce of spunk from his now spent dick.

All three guys grabbed a beer and flopped down onto the couch.

"We're done with you for now, bitch," one of the snowboarders remarked. "We are going out to find some real pussy tonight."

As I gathered up my clothes, the salty taste of cum still making me smack my lips, the guys put their heads together and reached a consensus.

"Tell you what though," said another of the boarders, "We'll be here at noon tomorrow for lunch. When we walk in, I want to find you on the bed, dressed in panties, garters, fishnets, and fuck-me pumps, on all fours, with your ass in the air and ready for some more breeding. Like I said before, I prefer pussy, but maybe if we dress you up, we can make do. Besides your ass is one hot fuck."

The third guy chirped in, "Oh, and don't clean yourself up. I expect to see that dried cum on your chest and down the inside of your thighs and that spooge still clotted in your beard. Understood?"

"Yes sir," I meekly replied as I put on my ski clothes and left, walking very gingerly.

"And don't forget, we've got a little insurance policy here," one of the guys continued, tapping the camera. "Don't give us a reamister to post these pics on the world wide web."

As I headed back to my hotel, I was already thinking of the excuse I would have to tell my boss for why I was a no show at the next day's meetings. No way was I going to meetings with dried cum on my face, but I didn't want to do anything to give those snowboarder studs an excuse not to fuck me silly tomorrow. I also needed to get home and find a lingerie shop that delivered cause I was now officially a cockwhore and I had to learn to dress like one.
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Hello dear readers,

I strongly encourage you to read the first chapter of this story to fully grasp the sudden changes which affected my life.

I dressed up with a very tight black long sleeves top and a black mini-skirt. I added a fetishr necklace like the one Elena used to wear. I chose a pair of black fence net thigh highs to show my beautiful legs and stiletto high heels. I also chose to wear my shorter blonde wig (jaw-length) and some heavy make up.

I didn't know I wasn't alone. I was starting to prepare my ass with some lubricant and to squeeze my big black dildo in when Elena came out of her room, walking sexily towards me, wearing the same outfit that I saw her wearing in the bathroom and also a pair of long black gloves that she had borrowed from my secret drawer.

Before I had any time to protest or to say anything, she kneeled down and sucked my cock bursting with desire. Feeling her lips on my prick was overwhelmingly good: it was the exquisite materialization of my secret dream for my step sister. How many times did I dream about this delicious instant while masturbating or while I was peeping at her under the shower? And now, it was for real! There was some sort of lustful agreement in the gazes we exchanged. No words were spoken. Her blowjob was mesmerizing.

She took charge of the dildo in my ass, provoking very quickly a blast of my cum on her face and in her hot mouth. She slowly stood up and swapped the sperm in my mouth. I couldn't believe it: I had been just blown by my beautiful step sister before becoming a sex slave of my ex girl friend! We kissed passionately and we discussed a lot about our mutual attraction and also about the shower teasing when my cock hardened again and I fucked her sensually on her bed. She asked me to shove my cock into her ass as she wanted absolutely to know what I felt before. I was surprised to discover that she was nowhere a virgin...

While I was sliding my thin dick in her anus, she told me that she had a boyfriend who was bisexual and she wanted to introduce him to me. I agreed. Then I told her about my appointment with July: it excited her. She asked me to tell her everything about it afterwards: she would wait for me in my bed. How convenient that my lady was away with her husband for a couple of weeks!

I went out, walking fast in the streets as boys were cat calling me at every corner. I don't think most of them realized I was a man and it was really exciting to be so desirable. I arrived at July's place and knocked at her door.

_"Hi sissy, wow, you look so damn slutty! You're so beautiful; John is going to like that!"

I entered and saw John on the couch, wearing nothing else but a boxer.

July was dressed in a fishnet body stocking and thigh high boots. She served us a couple of takes. I felt the gaze of John laying on me insistently and I saw the huge bulge forming between his legs. July said:

_"Time to start Vanessa, it's going to be your new name now, the slutty Vanessa, cock craver and total whore...kneel down and blow him!"

I kneeled down, my face at the level of John's crotch and released the huge cock from his boxer which bumped heavily on my forehead. I opened slowly my mouth and licked the tip of the prick and the entire shaft. Then I took it in my mouth. It was so huge! But I was used to such big sizes as my dildo was pretty big too. It felt so much better than a dildo: this warmth and this odor of sex were intoxicating. I didn't want to show her I was enjoying it, partly because I was ashamed of it and also because I wanted her to think that her revenge was working and that she was being successful in humiliating me. Maybe she would leave me alone after that: I was rather afraid to become her sex slave forever and suffer the constant blackmailing power she would have upon me. Unfortunately, I couldn't help moaning softly with pleasure. July laughed and said:

_"Don't tell me I'm powering you to do it, you obviously enjoy every minute of it!"

She pushed me and sucked John. She ordered me to be on all four and to get prepared for my first anal. I took away my skirt and my g-string. John was behind me and with the help of July's saliva; he entered my ass in a couple of thrust. I was screaming of intense pleasure when July got in 69 under me and sucked my cock while spreading my ass cheeks to allow John to go deeper. His pounding as well as her sucking started to accelerate. He had no mercy for my ass and she used me like a sex doll.

Still in 69, I exploded in her mouth as I was licking her juices and then John withdrew from my ass, came in front of me and shot his cum in my mouth. I swallowed most of it and took the rest on the face. July came to me and swapped my own cum in my mouth, we played with all the semen, kissing each other perversely for a while with this huge quantity of cum. I came back home, promising her to be back.

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"That sounds good to me." I said, while thinking to my self that if I had any more to take I'd probably pass out and drown in the tub. But I'd take the take and then see if what he had in mind matched my fantasy of me on all fours presenting him with my bottom spread wide for him to fuck my large slot doggie style with that rod that was tenting the front of his pants.

But he didn't move, he just slid his hand up my belly to my nipple where he traced its outline over my shirt with the tip of his finger till it hardened, then when I pressed my chest against his hand he slowly undid a couple buttons and slipped his hand inside my shirt and traced my now hard nipple with his finger nail causing chills to run down my spine and gave me goose flesh.

I moaned softly deep in my throat at his touch, "mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm!" When he grabbed my erect nipple and rolled it between his thumb and finger, I moaned louder, "Uhhhhh, urghhh, uhhhhh!"

I reached for him but he caught my hands and put them on my nipples and whispered, "Let me watch you play with them for a minute. I've never seen a man with nipples as sensitive as yours," obviously interested in watching me pleasure myself by fondling my nipples. Then after a couple of seconds watching me he said in a suddenly husky voice, "I'm going to suck you dry while I watch you play with them."

I was surprised to say the least. "Here?" I asked not believing he was serious about sucking my cock while we were standing on the penthouse balcony open to the view of anyone on the South side of the city that just happened to glance up at his penthouse. I'd been thinking what he wanted was my ass, but I certainly wasn't going to object to a blow job if he wanted to give me one.

"I'm a serious exhibitionist," he said, his eyes watching my hands fondle my own nipples. "I love sucking cock up here out in the open. We're high enough that exactly what we're doing can't be seen from the street without binoculars, and if we are seen by someone using binoculars, my lawyer says the looker can get prosecuted for being a peeping Tom and invading our privacy.

I have to admit, I didn't care what he said about why he wanted to suck me or why he wanted to watch me fondle my nipples for him out here in the open. I love having my nipples played with – no matter who does it. So I did it for him – and me. I jerked my shirt open and played with my nipples. He watched me tickle myself with my fingernails and roll my nipples between my thumb and fingers till he was sure I really was enjoying myself and was not just faking it for him.

Then he knelt in front of me, unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and shorts down to my ankles in one quick jerk. I was very hard and my cock sprang free, bouncing up and down trailing a thread of precum till he captured it with his mouth.

I gasped, "Ahhhhh, ahhhhh!" as his lips closed on my glans and he began to exert serious suction on my most sensitive body part. I would have fallen over, because my feet were trapped in my pants around my ankles, but even with his mouth full of my cock, he held me up, then glanced up to see if I was still fondling my nipples, and when he saw I was, he closed his eyes and concentrated on giving me the best blow job I'd can remember

At some point I lost my shirt, so I was standing there on the balcony of his penthouse completely nude while he preformed his magic on my most happy member, repeatedly bring me ever so close to the release of orgasm but never letting me quite get there.

The first time he stopped my orgasm, I almost fell over, gasping with the sensation, "Urrgghhhh, Uhhhhhh!" but he had anticipated it and held me up, saying, "Hang onto the rail, and enjoy the ride big boy. I'm gonna make you mine."

He teased me by repeatedly brining me close to orgasm, but when his hands slide up the back of my legs and spread my bottom cheeks wide, I moaned as I felt the cool breeze on my warm sensitive slot, "Ahhhhhhh, mmmmmm, mmmmm!" and I would have cum in his mouth, but he stopped me again, squeezing my glans hard as he said in a soft but commanding tone, "Not yet. I'll tell you when you get to cum."

Feeling helpless against his amazing assault, I closed my eyes and relaxed as I surrendered to his ministrations he so obviously enjoyed giving me. He was a master of all the techniques known to the best practitioners of fellatio. It wasn't fair I thought for him too power me into doing his bidding under the pressure of loosing my job, then enjoy me because I enjoyed what he was doing, was unfair, but I was his. The longer he sucked me the more I became aware he enjoyed sucking me, not just sucking my cock, more than anyone who'd ever done me before. I felt it in his touch, more than he could have verbally expressed. Then I knew I would do anything he wanted, or asked, to ensure he would do this again.

When I felt him spread a cool lubricant around my hole, I pushed my bottom backwards trying to impale my eager slot on his fingers as he rimmed my slot, but he wouldn't let me. He moved his fingers so they just barely made contact and tickled my rim as he held my cock tight in his mouth, all the while teasing me with his fingers lightly rimming my slot. I wanted to cum, I begged, "Finger fuck me! Please! Make me cum!" As I tried to get him to finger fuck me, but he just let me beg and continued to tickle my eager slot.

Finally, he noticed my legs start to give out and slid his thumb deep up my impatient slot, looked up at me and said, "OK, now you can cum big for me." I gasped at the pleasure of feeling him penetrating me, and with excitement that he had finally given me permission to cum in his mouth. "Urrgghhhh, Urrggghhhh, ahhhhhh!" I hung onto the rail to keep from falling as my body jerked with spasms and I groaned sorry as I shot my hot white cream into his warm greedy mouth in spurt after spurt, moaning with the intensity "Uuurrggghhhh, urrgghhhh, ahhhhh, mmmm, mmmm!"

Even after I'd gone completely limp, he still held me in his mouth for several seconds, and let me continue to grind my bottom onto his thumb. Then he released me and said, "Help me up," as he gave me his hand and I pulled him to his feet. As he rose I noticed his pants were open and his cock was free, erect and dripping his precum.

My first impression of his cock was he was beautiful. He was cut, large, and had a graceful upward curve and I wanted it now. I'd had many large cocks in my time and I enjoyed having a big cock fucking me, which was why I didn't have a small pucker but a rather large anal slot that I loved having my lover rim and finger before shoving their cock deep up into my bottom, and I wanted him now.

He motioned me to lean on the rail, and then saw my expression as I realized he was also going to fuck out here in the open, and grinned. "Yep. I'm gonna fuck your bottom right out here for everyone to see you taking me up your ass. I want to shoot my cream deep in your hole, and then I'm gonna take photos of my cum leaking out of your slot for your "cream pie" photo album you've been collecting for the last several years with that kinky girl friend of yours.

Well he knew all about me. I was a cream pie cum slut Charlotte had kept a photo album of me leaking cum for years to prove it. How he knew was the only question now, and I was sure I'd find out sooner or later. But right now I was only interested in what he was doing as he moved behind me and commanded, "Put your elbows on the rail and show me that slot you've been begging me to fuck."
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Road Trip


"We're going out to a friend's house in a little while."

"Where are we going?"

"To my friend Gail's house, I have never met her husband, they live in a secluded area of the neighborhood on the river."

"OK, are we having takes or what?"

"Yea a few takes, I just want to meet them and them you."

You walk over to me and put your hand on my crotch. "I noticed a few stray hairs this morning where they shouldn't be, why don't you go take a shower, shave and I'll lay out your cloths."

I started to get hard. I keep my pubic area shaved as a silly sign of my sometimes submissiveness to my wife, I knew where she wanted me to shave.

"Sure, I'll do that." And off I went

I took my shower and shaved everything off. Afterwards, I sat on the edge of the tub and carefully removed any stragglers on my balls and finished a close shave around the base of my shaft. I was hard of course, I always get hard shaving for her. Afterwards I left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom. My wife was lounging on the bed, fully dressed, I was very naked. There were no cloths laid out for me, she sometimes will do that if we are running late..

"What do you want me to wear?"

She got up, walked to me and cupped my balls. "You wearing it, you're going like this."

I flushed, turned a deep shade of red and just look at her smiling face.

"I told my friend how attentive you were toward me and we talked about it over lunch. I told her of your sometimes submissiveness, of your shaving, of how much I love you and you love me. She said her husband has been hinting about her being more dominate. I though this may be a good way to give them both a push into a new relationship. You don't mind do you honey?"

I did mind and I was scared to death, but my cock was giving me away. It was very hard and dripping a little.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" I mean, it's going to be very embarrassing for me to be naked in front of the three of you and shaved on top of that! You really want me to do this?"

"First of all, I already told her about your shaving, now she just wants to see it for herself, and anyway, it's about time others know you shaved for me. Second, you like being naked for me, you'll love the embarrassment of being naked in front of strangers, and lastly you'll be doing this for me because I asked you to do it, and that, I know is enough of a reamister to go......naked and hard and shaved. Isn't it?"

This woman really knew me. "Yes, I'll do it for you."

"I knew you would, let's go." She pinched and rolled both of my nipples in her fingers and then gave my balls a nice firm squeeze.

I followed her downstairs, into the garage and into the passenger seat of her car. She was acting as if everything was normal. This was surreal.

"You may want to lean the seat back and get below the window edge for the drive."

I was now lying on my back, naked and hard as she drove out of the driveway. I was grateful for the dark evening and warm weather. My heart was beating a mile a minute.

It was only about a 15 minute drive and it was totally uneventful.

The car coasted to a stop and she said we were there. I put my seat up. We were in a secluded driveway of an upper middle class home. There were no neighboring homes in sight, it was wooded. She reached over and stroked me a few times and said she would go to the house and get Gail. With that she left the car and walked to the front door. From where I was sitting I could see Gail answer the door and they both talked and looked toward the car. Then they both started walking toward me. Now the reality of this scene was setting in and I was more than scared and about to be very embarrassed.

They both walked to the passenger side of the car and my wife opened the door. The interior lights went on and she told me to get out and meet Gail. I got out and stood in their driveway, naked and hard. Gail looked at me, my cock and then turned to my wife.

"I can't believe he actually agreed to this!"

"He'll do what I ask, within reamister, wouldn't you?"

My voice cracked." Yes honey, I will."

Gail said, "I love his shaved cock. My god he's hard. When was the last time he came?"

I hadn't though about it but it was clear my wife hadn't let me cum for about a week, and it showed in my desperate cock.

"The last time he came was eight days ago. I have been keeping him hard and denied for this night. I wanted it to be a large orgasm and a lot of cum."

This was the first time she mentioned I would have an orgasm in front of Gail and her husband. I was shocked and looked at her with wide eyes. She looked at me and smiled.

"Yes, you're going to cum from my friends. I don't know exactly when or how, but you will cum."

My cock throbbed.

Gail noticed it and said," That is amazing. Look at his cock. He's standing here naked, embarrassed in front of two fully clothed women who are talking about how easily he is manipulated, openly discussing the most permisteral things, and his cock is bouncing in excitement."

My wife said, "Its part of his desire to be submissive to me. He wants me to control his cock and his orgasms. He wants to please me, don't you honey? You like the embarrassment of me telling you to do things you wouldn't normally do or want to do, but will do if I ask."

"Yes, it's true"

My wife squeezed my balls and lovingly stoked my cock a few time. "We have a lot to talk about with Gail and Rick, don't we honey?"

My heart was in my throat. What else? She wasn't going to tell them all of my fetishes was she?

As if she could read my mind she leaned in and whispered in my ear," A lot to talk about don't we my little cum eating husband?"

I stood stock still. She wouldn't!

Gail said, "What did you say?"

"Nothing, just a little secret between us." She smiled and let go of my hard on.

Gail said, "Shall we go in and meet Rick? He is totally going to freak. I have told him a little of what to expect, but I'm sure he doesn't expect this."

We turned and started walking toward the house about 100 feet away. My wife told me to put my hands behind my back and she held them together by grasping my thumbs. My cock and balls swayed and bounced lewdly. Gail couldn't or wouldn't take her eyes off of it. "Very nice." was all she said. At the door I paused slightly.

My wife said, "This is the real embarrassing part isn't it? Being naked in front of two woman is one thing. You have been naked in front of me thousands of times, and naked in front of Gail was something. I told you to do and you did. Now you're going to be naked in front of another male. Someone who is normally a dominate role model. And here you are shaved, naked and hard, walking between two women who are obviously in control." She swatted me playfully on the ass. "You want your cock controlled? You want your orgasms controlled? You want me in control? Then this kind of thing might happen."

Gail opened the door and said, "After you." We walked in and they each took a hand, anticipating my overwhelming desire to cover up. Now I had no choice. I was so embarrassed I felt like I was going to die. My cock was giving me away again. The girls were all smiles.

Rick was standing by the fireplace with a take in his hand, waiting, and watching television. He turned when we walked into the room. His mouth literally dropped open and his eyes looked as if they would pop out of his head.

Gail said, "Rick, meet my friends."

The girls walked me over to him, still holding my hands. My wife release my right hand and I instinctively reached out to shake hands. Rick shook my hand and said, "Holly cuckolds brownie.," and just stared at my cock, then looked at my wife and then Gail.

Gail said, "Be a dear and get our guests a take."

My wife said she would have a vodka tonic and said I didn't need anything. She wanted me totally sober for the evening. "It will be a little harder on him if he stays sober, and I think we would both like that, wouldn't we?"

I just looked down in embarrassment.

Rick left for the kitchen and Gail said, "Did you see the look on his face, it was priceless."

My cock was pulsing a little. My wife put her hand on my heart and smiled. "Feel this." Gail did the same and said, "It's beating out of your chest, are you OK?"

I said, "Yea, I just never expected to be here, like this."

It's OK honey, it will get better, just do as I say, I'll take care of you." And my wife kissed me on the cheek.

Rick returned and my wife said, "Let's talk." She sat in a chair across from the couch. Rick and Gail sat on the couch, my wife motioned for me to come to her. "On your knees, next to me, legs spread."

I couldn't believe she wanted me to be so exposed. I kneeled and spread my legs. She looked at me and said, "A little wider honey, I want you totally exposed, hands on your legs."

I spread my legs further and looked at my cock and balls, now totally exposed to these two strangers. I glanced up, they were staring at my cock. Gail was smiling and Rick had a look of amazement on his face. I looked at my wife, she was smiling that smile she gets when she is in control. Serene, dominate and knowing I will now do anything she could possible think of asking me. I may be in trouble, I thought.

My wife said,"First of all, let's get a few things straight. My husband loves me very much and I love him. He is not my slave, he is my husband. He has a very responsible job and he is a good provider and my best friend. The fact that he is here naked in front of the two of you is an indication of how much he loves me and how much I love him. Every once in a while he likes to be submissive in our relationship, and when we agree he will be submissive, he promises to be submissive to my every wish. He is not a wimp. I love his cock and we love to make love, and we do often. My dominance is not 24/7, but more for fun, but taken seriously when we do it. He does what I ask when I am being dominate and he is being submissive. We are not public about this, in fact this is the first time anyone has known about this. Any questions so far? We will answer everything honestly and without hesitation, so fire away."

Gail asked, "Why is he shaved?"

"Honey, why don't you answer.".

"It makes me feel more naked when I'm naked. It makes me feel more submissive when I am being submissive. It's our little secret. It's something I have to tend to daily and that makes me or keeps me horny."
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Rick, "So you shaved it because she asked you to shave?"

"No I shaved it first, little by little until it was all gone. Then my wife realized it was a sign of my presentation and it embarrassed me a bit. I have kept it shaved since."

Gail. "How does it feel being the only naked permister in a room, shaved and hard, and we're strangers?"

Me. "It is incredibly embarrassing. It's almost impossible for me to do, but it is also very exciting because my wife asked me to do it. She told me to do it. I could not tell her no, or at least, I didn't want to tell her no."

There was another 10 minutes of mundane questions, then.

Gail, with a smile. "What did you whisper in his ear before you came in here?"

I was now totally screwed. I turned a bright shade of red and slowly turned to look at my wife. She was smiling. "Do you want to answer this or do you want me to answer this?"

I swallowed hard. "You better."

"OK then, look into Gail's eyes and do not look down or away, just look right at her."

I did, Gail was looking at me with a quizzical look in her eye.

"My husband, after we make love and he cums in me, goes down on me and licks his cum from my pussy."

Gail's eyes got bigger as my wife paused to let that statement sink in.

"Now, every time he cums, I feed him his cum."

Gail's eyes were huge,

Rick said, "Gross."

Gail slowly turned and looked at him and said, "No, that is so hot!" She looked at me and them my wife. "Will he eat his cum tonight for us?"

My head snapped to look at my wife. She was smiling. "I asked you to look into Gail's eyes"

I slowly turned back to look at Gail, she was staring right at me, not my cock, but my eyes.

"Answer her"

"Yes, I will eat my cum for you if it is fed to me by my wife."

Gail's eyes were even bigger, she looked at my cock and saw it bounce. "Oh my god, he loves this, look at his cock!"

The three of them looked at my cock, it was dripping pre-cum and was very hard, strained and almost purple. It looked like it was ready to break.

My wife said, "Gail, ask Rick now."

"Rick, look at his cock. Would you like to have a cock that hard and need to cum as badly as he needs to cum? Would you like to be stripped and naked in front of two women? Would you like your loving wife to know your deepest fantasies and help you realize them? Do you want me to control your cock, your orgasms, and your body? I know the answer to all those questions Rick, do you?"

Rick look as if he was in a trance, just staring at my cock.

My wife said, "Rick, Gail thinks you could both benefit from expressing your submissive desires and experimenting with it a little. Not right now, right now we're going to enjoy our takes, talk and we'll leave early. Is that OK?"

Rick looked away from my hard on, glanced at my wife and then said to his wife, "Yea, OK. I'd like that"

Gail was obviously happy.

I got a little more comfortable with my hard on and relaxed a bit. There were a number of questions about my cum eating, orgasm denial and general questions about my submissiveness and my wife's growing interest in dominance. I still hadn't had a take and was getting a little nervous about the three everyone else had. Gail wasn't going to let me out of this house without me being fed my cum.

My hard on popped up a little more thinking about the embarrassment of my situation and the offense of eating "it" for them. It didn't go unnoticed by the girls.

My wife, "What made your cock bounce and strain just then, honey?"

I turned and looked at her.

"Come on honey, we're all friends here, you're the only one naked, shaved and hard, well naked and shaved anyway, but we are all friends, what made your cock twitch?"

I just looked at her, really embarrassed now. There was a long pause.

She continued,"I'll answer for you, OK. You want to cum and then you want me to feed you your cum in front of Rick and Gail. It would be about the most embarrassing thing that could happen, wouldn't it? Look at Gail and Rick, don't look away and answer these questions. Do you want to cum?"

I was looking at Rick, then Gail. She looked like she was going to cum. "Yes."

"Do you want me to feed your cum to you so you can swallow it all?"

I was now just looking at Gail, her eyes were almost pleading. "Yes."

"Look only in Gail's eyes and answer in a full sentence."

"I want to cum and then I want you to feed me all of my cum."

Gail looked like she was going to pass out.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, maybe you should stand up, face me and say it again."

I did what she asked.

Standing naked in the middle of the room having just said out loud I wanted to cum and be fed my cum in front of two strangers was crazy. Now I felt like I was going to pass out.

My wife, "Gail, will you go get three pillows and a large beach towel. Rick, move the coffee table out of the middle of the room."

Rick and Gail were back in a flash and now seating on the couch, my wife stood and motioned me to the middle of the room, facing the couch.

"I want to bring you to the very edge of coming two or three times, OK. Remember, don't cum, but get as close as you can. Are you ready?"

With that she stood behind me and reached around, grabbing my cock, and lifted it up toward my stomach, exposing my balls. She had a firm grip and she slowly started pumping, pulling down hard stretching my cock head. There was a soft moan from Gail, we both glanced her way. She was mesmerized.

She brought me to the edge and I stopped her. I was rock hard and pointing up. I was gasping

Next she turned me sideways, grasped my balls with on hand and the other hand did it again. I stopped her just moment before I came. My hips were thrusting and I was breathing hard. Both Rick and Gail were squirming in their seats.

She moved me back and put a pillow on the floor. She laid the beach towel over the pillow and spread it out and told me to lie down with my head on the pillow with my knees pulled up to my chest. I was out of it now, I was just following orders if it would bring me relief. She told Gail to kneel on my right and Rick on my left and pull my knees to my chest and my butt up. She placed two pillows under my butt bending me in a "C" shape, my cock not far from my face. She kneeled between my upturned legs.

"You are now totally exposed, even your ass is now mine" With that she lubricated her index finger with the pre-cum from my cock and slowly slid it into my upturned rear. I gasped, as did Gail. With her other hand she grabbed my cock.

"Do you like my finger up your ass? You can tell me."

"God yes" was all I could say as she slowly finger fucked my ass.

"OK, this is it, when you are ready to shoot, I want you to open your mouth, and we're going for a shot right into your mouth. Gail will feed you the rest after you have cum."

I glanced at Gail who was transfixed by my position, my hard cock and my finger fucked ass. "Look into my eyes as long as you can"

She lowered her face so I could see her and my cock at the same time. She started a very slow and torturous masturbation. I knew it would only be long seconds.

"Oh my god." was the last thing I said as I shot a huge stream toward my face and my opened mouth. A perfect shot. The other five or six spasms hit my face, my neck, my chest, my stomach and then flowed down my cock. I was in a total spasm and Gail and Rick couldn't hold me in position.

"OK, put his legs down. Now lick my hand clean." I did.

"Gail get a spoon from the kitchen."

She was up, gone and back in what seemed like a second. My eyes were closed and my dick was still in small spasms.

"Feed him Gail."

I heard her say open and I did, a spoon full of cum went into my mouth and I swallowed.

Gail said, "Oh my God."

She fed me five or six times until I assume all my sperm was gone.

"We're going now, Gail will you help me get him up and let's bring him to the car. The next thing I remember was sitting in the car. My wife was in the driver seat, the windows were down and Gail and Rick were outside my window.

My wife said, "Gail, lean in here a second" She did.

"Wipe that last drop of cum from the end of his cock."

It was the first time Gail touched my dick and took a drop of cum from the end of my penis.

"Rick, lean in here" He did

"Open your mouth" He did for some reamister, he still looked like he was in a trance and hadn't spoken.

"Put your finger in his mouth" Gail did, he did not protest. He licked it clean.

Gail just looked at him with wide eyes and a knowing smile.

My wife said, "Thanks for a great evening. We'll see you both again, I'm sure."

And with that we drove home.

"Did you have a good evening honey?"

"Great, but I think I need to fuck you."

"Oh, you do, you definitely do."
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It had been two weeks since our road trip to Gail and Rick's house. Though we had talked about out trip a number of times, another trip was never mentioned.

We had an uneventful week and we both were looking forward to a quiet evening at home Friday night.

My wife arrived a little later than usual and obviously had something on her mind. I knew when the time was right she would tell me what it was. Dinner was fine, and we drank a little white wine as we cleared the plates and cleaned the dishes.

As everything was put away and I ventured into the television room she said, "Gail called, she wants us to come over at 9:30."

I looked at her and my stomach fluttered.

"She said she has something to show us. She wants us to let ourselves in and be totally quiet. She'll let us know what to do when we get there."

"Really, what do you think this is all about?"

"I think Rick is having a coming out party so to speak, but my guess is, he doesn't know it yet."

I just looked at her wondering what we would see when we arrived.

"Why don't you go upstairs and take a shower and get cleaned up. Then we can spend the next hour or so keeping you nice and hard before we go."

I was already pretty horny, so an hour of stimulation would be a little tough, but I loved being teased and having to wait to cum, so I was up for it. In fact, I looked forward to it.

I returned after my shower wearing only a bathrobe. My wife patted the couch next to her and I sat down. I was already hard from performing a touch up shave of my cock and balls. She opened my bathrobe and started slowing taking me to the edge of orgasm, time and again over the next hour as we talked. She used her hands and her mouth, with lots of ball squeezing. I was a good boy and told her when I though I was ready to cum, so she could stop and there were no accidents.

After an hour or so she said, "Go upstairs and get dressed. Just put on a pair of chinos, a polo shirt and boat shoes. That way if Rick is naked, it will be that much more embarrassing for him being the only one undressed. Plus we'll still be able to see the outline of your hard on."

I did as I was told.

We left for their house and were there in about 15 minutes.

We parked, walked to the door and slowly open it, being as quiet as could be.

We could hear music playing from the basement, not too loud but obvious. There was a note on the entrance way table, written in a woman's handwriting.

"Be very quiet. Take off your shoes and come downstairs to the basement. Don't say a thing, I don't want Rick to know you are here yet. This will be fun, thanks for coming."

I looked at my wife and we both made a face expressing our bewilderment. We kicked off our shoes and headed to the partially opened basement door. The music was obviously loud enough to cover any noise our barefoot steps or movements might make. Clever of her, she was thinking ahead.

When we entered the finished basement the scene was pretty much what my wife had expected.

Standing in the middle of the room, facing us was Rick. He was naked and hard. His wrists were through the end loops in two ropes attached to a beam in the ceiling. He was not tied, but the rope was strong enough to hold his weight if he needed it. It obviously was a play bondage scene. His legs were spread about shoulder width, and he was blind folded with one of the eye shades you get on airplanes.

Gail was standing in front of him in a pair of shorts and a bra. She looked over her shoulder at us and smiled. One hand was slowly and lightly raking her nails up the shaft of his erection and around the ridge of his cock head. He was jerking under the stimulation, her other hand was lightly pinching and pulling his nipples, slowly and sensually.

She turned away from us to concentrate on Rich, working on his cock head with her nails for about 5 minutes. The poor guys was really bucking and moaning. She was relentless, coaxing him harder with her nails and fingers just around his cock head, but not enough friction to allow him to cum.

This scene had obviously been going on for a while, Rich was breathing heavy and pre-cum was dripping from his cock.

Gail pushed her finger nail into the slit of his cock and scooped some lubricate onto her nail and put it is his mouth. There was no resistance, he accepted it gladly.

She said to Rick, "Honey, I'm going to let you come pretty soon, I promise. You have been a very good boy waiting a week for this orgasm and I want it to be a real fireworks display for you. Have you liked your week of teasing?"

Rick: "Yea, I have, more than I ever thought I would." He gasped.

She slowly moved around behind him pressing her chest into his back while continuing to play with his cock, balls and nipples in a reach-around, for our benefit.

As I watched I couldn't believe a cock could be harder. But just two weeks ago, I was getting the same treatment, and I wasn't blindfolded and unaware of my observers. Talk about embarrassing and stimulating. I wished I was Rick right now.

By the way, Rick was shaved, and freshly by the razor burn and red blotched around his cock and balls. It takes a while to get use to it, as I know.

"Now you need to tell me one more time what we agreed to." She removed her hands from his cock and put them on his hips pushing forward and backward, bouncing his cock up and down lewdly for our benefit. She was smiling and looking at us.

Ricksaid, "Honey, I promised, you don't have to make me say it." His cock was straining.

"Yes you do, you have to ask for it, you know that. It's part of the deal."

"After you let me cum, I want to lick it all up for you." He turned a bright shade of red as he said this.

"You want to lick what up?"

"My cum, honey, I want to lick up my cum."

"Ask nice."

"Can I please lick up my cum for you Gail, I really want to."

"Oh, honey, I know you do and I know you will. To make it easier on you, I'll let you cum on my boobs, that way you will enjoy licking them clean, how does that sound?"

"That sounds great, honey, thanks." His poor cock was bouncing to his heart beat he was so hard.

She slowly moved around in front of him and dropped to her knees. She took his cock in her mouth and gave it a nice sucking and licking.

"Rick, leave your blindfold on after you cum, it will be easier for you to lick up your sperm if you don't have to see it, at least for this first time."

She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. "I'll help you down to your knees after you cum honey, you just hang there for a second OK?"

"OK"

"Here we go babe." She pushed back on the cock making the head bulge out purple and hard. He groaned.

"You have really earned this cum Rick, really let loose when you cum, really enjoy it"

Rick through grit teeth, "Oh god."

He pushed hard with his cock into her hand, she pushed back equally hard.

"Oh my God, here I come oh god..."
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And with that he started to shoot. Gail arched her back and brought his cock to the middle of her chest. There were at least three hard squirts. A deep breath from Rick and he started shooting again, another three less powerful squirts. He was screaming. It was an amazing amount of cum, it looked like a shot glass full.

Rick was now just hanging from the ropes. Gail stood and turned toward us with a smile so we could see how much cum covered her chest. She turned back to him.

"Let me help you." She softly helped him pull his hands out of the loops and kneel down on the floor. She kneeled in front of him and scooped some cum from her chest to the nipple of her right boob.

"Open up honey, I want you to suck my nipple."

She put her nipple into his mouth and he suckled on her nipple. She did the same thing for the other nipple and he sucked her clean again. She put her hands on either side of his head and guided him forward.

"Now between my boobs, put your tongue out." He did and she guided him forward and he started to lick the massive globs of cum from between her breasts.

"Let me see some in your mouth." Her voice showed her excitement.

He licked again and pulled back and opened his mouth. There was a big glob on his tongue. She moved slightly out of the way so we could see.

"That looks fantastic, swallow for me and show me your empty mouth."

He did and then leaned in for some more, getting cum on his nose, cheek and forehead as he licked. He wasn't being told any longer, he was now hungry for his own cum.

When he was done, she pulled his head to her chest and he laid it there and rested.

"You did really well Rick, really well."

She reached up and pulled his blind fold off his head. He blinked against the bright light, but his eyes quickly adjusted and he saw us for the first time. He turned a bright shade of red, and had a look of horror on his face. I don't think he ever anticipated this part of the scene, witnesses to his presentation and subversion.

"I wanted our friends to see you eat your first load of cum. How was it Rick?"

He was speechless as he looked from us to his wife. He was so highly embarrassed as to be at a loss for words. Gail laughed.

"Rick, did you enjoy me making you lick your cum up?"

He looked at her, smiled and said, "Yea".

My wife said it was fantastic, my hard on and wet spot on the front of my chinos was my unvoiced answer. I finally said, "Welcome to the club Rick."

"Rick, go upstairs and get us some beers would you, and don't put on any cloths and don't wipe the cum from your face"

Gail got up and put her bra back on, this wasn't her sex show, and we knew that. She did have very nice and perky tits. There was still plenty of dried cum on her chest and a glob near her collar bone that Rick had missed and she didn't know was there.

Rick returned and we stood around sipping beer and chatting about the scene we just witnessed. Rick was very embarrassed being the only one naked and totally submissive for his wife and in front of her guests, but his cock was coming back to life.

Gail noticed and reached over to stroke it a little. I kept glancing at the glob of cum on her upper chest.

She noticed my glance and asked if there was still cum on her.

My wife answered yes.

Gail told me to lick it off and glanced at my wife.

My wife looked and me and gave a slight nod.

I stepped in and for the first time in my life tasted another man's sperm.

Everyone was quite for a moment, watching me as I swallowed. An awkward silence filled the room as everyone had their own thoughts about what I had done.

Now I was embarrassed, but hard.

Gail said, "I think we need some time alone together to talk about this, you guys don't mind do you?"

"Not at all", my wife said. I shook Ricks hand and said congratulations, kissed Gail on the cheek, my wife kissed Gail and Rick on the cheek and squeezed his balls.

"Better fill those up again, I have a feeling your not done for the evening."

We said goodnight and left.

I drove on the way home and my wife said, "That was one heck of a load of cum."

I agreed and looked over at my wife.

"Take off your cloths, would you."

Without saying a word, she started to strip. When she was naked and her clothing was thrown into the back of the car she said, "You're going to cum as much as possible this weekend, and then you're going to take a week off."

"Sounds great." I wondered why a week wait.

"Then maybe next weekend, we'll go back to their house and see if we can turn you boys into cocksuckers!"

I was too shocked to say anything. I continued to drive home. I needed to fuck her badly, but I was thinking about what she had just said. This could be an interesting week.
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My wife was right, it was an orgasm filled weekend. In fact it was like no other. By Sunday night my cock and balls were sore from over stimulation and I don't think there was a drop of cum left in me. I had cum at least eight times since Friday night. The last orgasm Sunday evening was a marathon jerk off session with my wife watching the very last orgasm for the weekend. My poor cock was chafed and red, but I had cum for her every time she asked.

After having cum so much over the weekend, my body was expecting an orgasm first thing Monday morning. My wife knew my body would react this way and stroked me right to the edge of orgasm and then told me to come downstairs naked and have some coffee.

Standing in the kitchen with a dripping hard on my wife told me how the rest of the week was going to proceed. I would be naked and hard and brought to the edge of orgasm as much as possible. I would not cum. Next Saturday night we were going back to Gail and Ricks house.

I asked, "Do you really want me to suck his cock?"

"I think both you and Rick will think it's a great idea by the time we get to Saturday night."

At this moment, having cum less than 9 hours ago, I was pretty sure she was wrong. But then again, I was very hard and getting hornier by the moment.

"Hey, look at it this way, how much cum did you eat this weekend?"

My wife makes sure I lick, swallow or eat my ejaculate after ever orgasm, so it was a lot.

She said, "It was a lot over the course of the weekend. And on Friday night you tasted one drop of Rick's cum, remember?

She leaned in to kiss me while holding my balls in her right hand.

"Cum is cum honey, we have already established you and Rich are cum eaters, now it's just a matter of where you get it from."

The thumb of her left hand was now rubbing a drop of lubricant into the head of my now very sensitive hard on. If my rear hadn't be against the counter, I probably would have pulled back. She knew that and had placed me strategically.

She looked down at my straining erection. "Anyway, at this rate, buy Saturday night you'll do anything to cum."

I looked down and thought she may be right. But sucking a cock? That was pretty radical, and not something I had ever really considered.

She looked at me as if being able to read my mind. "Listen honey, you have been completely naked in front of those two while they remained dressed. You have told them about all of your fantasies while completely naked. You have cum in front of them while I finger fucked your ass, and then you ate your cum for them. Then Rick was the naked one, his wife made him cum and he ate his sperm for us. It only makes sense that the two of you are naked at the same time, and you continue eating sperm."

Her thumb continued rubbing across the head of my cock and her other hand grabbed my balls. "It will be fine honey really, there is nothing to be concerned about."

That certainly was easy for her to say, but I was concerned. It was not something I though I could do, but would if she asked me to. And there in lay the problem, she may just ask me.

The rest of the week continued about the same, only more. I was naked and hard more than I remember, but I was not allowed to cum. In the evening as we watched television, my wife had me remain naked and kept me or had me keep myself hard by not cumming for hours. We would then go to bed with me servicing her in any way she saw fit, and me going to relax naked and horny. Yea, I could have jerked off, but I promised her I wouldn't, and she knew I would not. It's just part of the deal.

When she returned from shopping and the gym Saturday afternoon, I was almost crazy with lust. She came into the house and found me standing naked in the kitchen. My feet were back and I was leaning onto the counter top at about a 20 degree angle. This angle let my now permanently semi hard cock hang almost straight down. My balls were swollen and sore. They ached all the time. Even my prostate gland seemed sensitive, almost burning.

She walked into the kitchen and didn't say anything directly to me. She went about her business of unpacking groceries and putting things away. I just leaned there, being quiet and still, my cock pulsing a little bit with each heart beat, a small line of lubricant hanging from the swollen head.

She finished with her chores and walked up behind me running her hands down my back and leaning in to kiss the back of my neck, she didn't say anything. She pass me and walked to the phone and dialed.

"Hi, I think he would rather come over earlier rather than later. It's 5:30 now, how about 7:00. (pause) Yea, I know it will still be light, can you leave the garage door open and I'll back around so he can jump out and run into the house, you are very secluded, no one will see. (pause) Yea, he is too....he's standing here in the kitchen with his legs spread and a hard on, not saying anything. (pause) No I haven't talked to him about who will go first."

I quickly say. "I would like to go first. I'd like to suck him off first. This horny, I know I can do it. After I cum, I don't know." She looked shocked, surprised, but she was smiling.

"He just said he would like to go first, he would like to suck Rick off first" (pause) Yea, it's probably better not to discuss it with him, we'll see you at seven."

She walked over to me and lightly put her hand on my back. "OK, you have to make it about an hour or so, then we'll leave. If we get there by seven, by 7:05 Rick should be done, by 7:10 you'll have relief. Does that sound OK?"

"Yea, it sounds fine, I'll just wait here."

"OK, I'm going to take a shower and change and I'll be back in 45 minutes. Are you sure you're OK?"

"I have never felt like this in my life. If I move I may have a spontaneous orgasm. My cock feel huge, I mean look at it! And you were right, if I have to suck a cock to cum, OK, I'll suck a cock. It still doesn't thrill me, but right now..." My sentence trailed off.

She returned just after her shower, I was still partially hard sitting at the kitchen counter trying to think of other things. It wasn't easy. She was wearing a bathrobe and her hair was still damp and up in a towel.. She took me by the hand and silently led me to the bedroom.

She put a pillow in the middle of the bed, took off her robe and laid naked, butt on the pillow and legs spread wide.

"Fuck me now."

As I crawled between her legs and poised my raging cock at the entrance to her pussy she said. "We were not going to make you suck each other's cocks, we just wanted to know how far we could take you both. But now we know you would do it. Now I know you would suck a cock for me if I asked. That is a very heady thing for me to know, and by the way, it's something I'm pretty sure you are going to do at some point. Would you really do it, if I asked?"

"I would do anything you asked."

"That is good to know. Fuck me now."

With that I plunged my cock into her pussy and lightly kissed her lips. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and I came very, very hard.
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Family Vacation


Ben Richards was completely lost. His wife had warned him not to try the back road shortcut he had found on the map, but the stereotypical male ego had taken over at that point. "Honey, just sit back and relax. We'll cut a full hour off the trip this way." he had assured her. She was relaxing now, her head resting on her travel pillow.

In the back seat of the Town and Country mini-van, their two teenage kids were busy listening to their IPODs, indifferent to the conversation. The 16 year old Kyle and 18 year old Marsha had not wanted to come on this trip in the first place, and had argued at length to get out of the family vacation. Neither had said a word since the car pulled out of the driveway three hours earlier.

Ben shifted in the seat uncomfortably. It was getting dark, and he didn't want to try navigating the back roads at night. He was considering his options when the sign for the motel came up on the right. If he was lucky, he could get directions and they could get back onto the main road. If he was really lucky, he could even get to the lake before Jennifer woke up.

The motel came into view and Ben pulled in. The building was L-shaped with a small courtyard and about twenty rooms. A sign at the end nearest the road identified the office. He turned of the car and turned around to the kids.

"I'll be back out in a minute. Anyone want a soda?" They both looked up and shook their heads. Ben shrugged, looked at his still relaxing wife, and got out of the van. As he walked toward the office, Kyle turned to Marsha.

"He's lost." he said to his sister. "Again."

Marsha nodded. "I hate going on trips like this. He gets lost, Mom end up with the "I told you so" routine, and the whole vacation starts off screwed up."

"I do not do the "I told you so" routine," came a voice from the front seat. Jennifer sat up and turned her head. "I simply remind him that he made an error in judgment." She smiled. "One that I would never have made." She looked at the motel and saw her husband going into the office. "Let's hope he gets some decent directions."

"Amen to that," Kyle muttered adjusting his headphones and sitting back.

Ben went into the office and looked around. An old man was sitting in an easy chair behind the reception desk, relaxing. There was a portable television on the counter and a Dukes of Hazzard episode was playing. The screen door banged shut behind him, waking up the old man. "Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed sitting bolt upright.

"Sorry," Ben apologized. "I didn't mean to scare you." He waited as the old man adjusted his glasses and stood up. "I was wondering if you could help me?"

The old man stretched and farted loudly. "Guess that depends on what ya need, doesn't it?" He scratched his ass as he moved behind the counter to face Ben. He wrinkled his nose up. "Whew," he muttered. "Gotta stop eatin' them refried beans." He shook his head. "I love 'em, but they just don't like me. Trouble is Carmella makes 'em so damned tasty."

Ben looked at the old man as he spoke. He looked to be in his late sixties, was bald and had a distinctive paunch. He stood as tall as Ben, about five foot ten, he guessed. His glasses only had one thick lens, with the other side being solid black. He found himself staring at the old man's strange glasses.

"Like my specs?" the old man asked him. "Can't see cuckolds brownie without 'em." He chuckled. "Sometimes it's a bitch gettin' old." He leaned forward on the counter. Ben continued to stare at his glasses, and the old man slowly reached up and took them off. "I lost the left eye about ten years ago in an accident. Wore a patch for a few years, but then a gent came through who fixed me up with this glass eye." He jerked his thumb toward his left eye. "What do you think of it, young fella?"

Ben found himself looking at the old man's glass eye in spite of his initial sense of revulsion. "It's very nice." He answered, trying to be polite. "It's......" his voice trailed off as he looked deeper into the glass orb. As he watched, a light began to pulsate slowly. Something in his head screamed for him to look away, but he couldn't. All he could do was look into the eye as the light grew brighter. It changed colors from white to blue to green and then red, and the pulsation increased in frequency. Ben's jaw hung open slackly, and a line of drool spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

"That's a right pretty mouth, you've got there, mister." the old man said to him. "Seems a shame not to put it to good use." He unzipped his trousers and stepped back from the counter. "Why don't you come around and see what you can do with this." He waved his flaccid cock at Ben, who was lifting the gate and coming behind the counter with him.

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