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“You go right ahead Mia; I have plenty of company here.” I patted some guy’s shoulder that was standing near, she knew it was eating me up inside as she hooked her arm under Glen’s and walked out to the dance floor. I watched them dance for a while, she was all over him. Every once in a while she would look up at me to see if I was looking. A few guys directed their attention to me and I was caught up in their conversation. They were telling stories and I was laughing and flirting with them. I lost Glen and Mia in the crowd. I had a few more takes and was feeling pretty good. The guys were friendly arguing about their abs, all of a sudden the three of them started to undo their shirts and open them up.



“Go ahead Nancy, feel our stomachs, tells us who has the tighter abs”, one of the guys name Dave said. I placed my hand on Dave’s stomach and rubbed it back and forth.

“MMMMMMM.....nice,” I went to the next guy, Kevin and felt him, then the next guy Peter. I was getting high just touching these guys. They felt so good...”I think it’s a three way tie”. I laughed and so did they as I stood among them.

They were really nice guys; we were having lots of fun. I danced a few mistergs with them. I was shaking my tits and ass as I flirted with each of them on the dance floor. I needed to go to the washroom, so I told the guys I would be right back.

I made my way down a long hallway passing people in small groups talking and carrying on. I found the washroom and relieved myself and stood at the sink to freshen up. There were other ladies there as we talked about the hunks at the party as we repaired our make-up and hair. I felt at ease with them as I straighten my dress and lifted and adjusted my boobs just so.

I went out to the hallway and as I walked down I heard moaning coming from behind a door. I couldn’t resist, I turned the door knob slowly and opened the door just a little so I could see in. My mouth fell open as I seen Glen standing behind Mia fucking her ass hard. He had her standing against the wall, her sequin dress bunched around her waist and her top pulled down under her tits.Her fingers were clenched in tiny fists as Glen pounded her hard and fast. Glen was slapping her ass with every thrust. I watched, I wished it was me that Glen was fucking.I wanted to be in Mia’s place. I wanted Glen’s huge cock pounding deep in me. Glen stiffened up and I could tell he was cumming deep in her ass.She wasn’t moving as Glen kept grinding his cock deeper in her ass.He pulled out and Mia dropped to her knees and licked his cock.Glen moaned as her tongue licked his cock and balls clean. I pulled the door shut and walked back to the guys at the bar.

“Hey Nancy? where you been?”. I looked up and sort of smiled.

“That doesn’t matter now, I’m back “.I picked up a glass and downed it quickly. I was hurt from what I seen with Glen and Mia, but I wasn’t going to let them know they ruin the night for me.

The guys all wanted to do body shots on me. I didn’t know what they were talking about so they said they would show me. Dave wet a spot on my breast and shaked a little salt on it. He told me to hold a lemon in my mouth and then he took a shot of tequila and licked the salt off of my tit, making sure he got it all, and then he moved to my mouth and kissed me taking the lemon from me. I giggled as they all took turns doing it. My nipples were sticking through my dress as they kept putting the salt lower and lower. I told them I wanted to try it.

“We have a special place where we put the salt” Kevin said as he smiled.

Looking innocently. “Oh?? Where would that be?”

“Come with us and we will show you”. Peter said as he grabbed the bottle of tequila. I went with the guys to a room in the back. Both Kevin and Dave cupped my ass cheeks as I walked with them. They shut and locked the door. I stood there looking at them as they dropped their pants to the floor. They slid their briefs down and stood before me with their cocks sticking straight out.

“Ok Nancy,” Dave said. Sprinkle a little salt on my cock and lick it off and suck the lemon out of Kevin’s mouth and rotate around with us” I just smiled and slid the straps from my dress off of my shoulder letting my tits fall free...

“I don’t think I’m going to need any salt”, I giggled as I knelt down and reached for Kevin’s and Dave’s cocks. I started to stroke them as Peter fed me his cock. I tighten my lips around his cock and took him deep in my mouth. I sucked him for about thirty seconds then went to Dave’s and sucked him in my mouth. My eyes were constantly watching theirs as I moved from one cock to the other. I felt so sexy having three big cocks in front of me.

Peter was always talking to me. Telling me to “Suck it bitch”,”Take it all whore”,”Your such a good slut”.

It made me try even harder to get them to cum. I would kneel up and flatten my tits against their thighs as I sucked their cocks. Kevin was the first to say he was almost ready to cum.The guys backed off and told me to lay down. I laid down and they knelt on one knee above my face and tits and started to jerk themselves. I reached up and played with their balls, holding my mouth open getting ready for their cum. They held their cocks close to my face.

As soon as Kevin started to shoot his cum,,Dave and Peter did as well. I opened my mouth wide and they directed their cum to shoot deep in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I can, I was moaning and rubbing my tits as they shook droplets of cum over my face and lips. I stuck my tongue out and licked what cum was around my lips. Peter moved his cock head against my cheek and pushed more cum in my mouth I licked the head of his cock and let my tongue roll around the head, licking it clean. Kevin dipped his cock in my mouth and I sucked the remaining cum out and off of his cock.Then I did Dave’s. The guys helped me to my feet and I pulled my dress back up.

“You are one hot chick Nancy”. Peter said.

“Thanks guys, I enjoyed it.” I smiled sexly at them. We walked back out to the party. I knew it was getting late. I was feeling a little dizzy from the booze. I needed to tell Glen I wanted to go home. I asked around and no one seem to have seen him. I asked Dave and the guys if they would mind driving me home.

“Sure Nancy, not a problem “.

They walked me out to Dave’s car, and Kevin and Peter climbed in the back with me in the middle. Kevin stared to kiss me as Peter played with my tits.I rubbed their cocks through their pants as I just let them have their way with me. We came to my house and I climbed out and made my way to the front door. The guys honked and left as I went to open the door, it was locked. I pounded on the door for at least twenty minutes before Glen finally opened it. He was just wearing his jockey shorts.

“Where have you been Nancy?” I was looking for you all over the party and couldn’t find you”. I staggered in and turned to Glen.

“Glen, I seen you with Mia tonight. I knew you fucked her and now I want you to fuck me”.

I couldn’t believed I just said that, but I was a little takes and I just couldn’t stop thinking of the way Mia was, as she stood against the wall getting fucked deep by Glen.

“You want me to fuck you Nancy?” Glen was going to make me suffer; he wanted to hear me beg.

“Yes Glen, please fuck me, please, I want you so bad. I need you in me”. I moved my body tight to his and was softly moaning as my hands slipped in his shorts and rubbed his cock.

“Ok you little tramp, I will fuck you, but I want you to go to your bedroom and get ready. I be there in a minute”.

I kicked off my shoes and made my way to my room. I took off my dress and folded it on the chair. I squeezed my tits, pulling at my nipples. I was so hot, I was burning inside. I left my nylons and panties on as I laid down on the bed.

I must of past out, because I woke up to the feeling of Glen pulling down my panties. He grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up on my knees. He pushed on my back, motioning me to flatten out so that my head was resting on my pillow and my ass was sticking high in the air. He crawled up between my legs and rubbed his cock along my ass crack. He slapped his cock a few times against my ass cheeks. I moved my ass along his cock, feeling the wetness of his precum.He put his hands on my ass and used his thumbs to spread my cheeks as I reached under and directed his cock to my asshole.
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He pushed in slowly. I never before thought I would be taking a cock in my ass but I needed it. I just had to have a cock in me. He pushed further in my ass,,letting me have time to adjust to his cock.I had my hand on his balls and I felt them tighten every time he pushed in my ass.I finally felt his stomach against my ass.He just let me get use to it, he rotated his hips, I felt his cock throb in me. I was moaning in my pillow, it felt so good.

He started to pull out of me, I felt my ass grip his cock, holding onto him, he pushed back in. I moaned loudly. I gripped on my pillow as he started to pull out and push in me again. I tilted my ass up higher and he climbed up and put his legs in front of mine. He started to fuck my ass hard and deep. The air was being pushed out of me with every thrust he took. I felt his balls slap against my ass as he quicken the pace. I was trapped against my bed as he fucked my ass over and over again. I was in heaven. I wanted to feel Glen’s cum shoot deep in my ass.I wanted to be his girl. I reached under and notice my sissy cock was hard for the first time in weeks .I was dripping wet as I stroked my clit.

Glen gave my ass one hard slap that stung as he came deep in my ass.I felt his hot cum shoot deep in my tummy. I groaned and came in my hand. My whole body shuddered as Glen ground his cock in my ass.I moved my hips side to side, milking his cock with my ass, I wanted all of his cum in me.

The lights all of a sudden came on.

”Nancy, you dirt little slut, you couldn’t even wait for me to fuck you.

I turned my head over my shoulder and there was Mia smiling at me with her cock still hard and buried deep in my ass.I tried to pull away but she held me by my waist, slapping my ass.

“Let go of me!!”Glen and Mia were laughing as I tried to wiggle off of Mia’s cock.Glen walked up to me and grab my ponytail and pushed his cock against me smearing his sticky precum all over my face.

“Oh Nancy, what a slut I have created. Take my cock in your mouth Nancy”. I opened my mouth and he push it in till it hit the back of my throat. I held it there like I always had too.

“Now Nancy, you are going to listen to me, Mia is going to be staying with us for a while, you will call her Miss Mia, you will do what she asks of you without any questions. If you misbehave you will be punished. Do you understand Nancy?”

Mia was grinding her cock in me; she was pinching my ass with her fingernails. All I could do was to muffle yes to Glen...

As they left my bedroom, I laid in bed, tears in my eyes.Mia’s cum was leaking out of my ass.I was exhausted to even think. I drifted off to relax knowing my life had again changed....
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I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and better than I have in the past few weeks. Swinging my legs out of bed I sat up. I was thinking clearer, so it seemed. It must be the pills the doctor gave me. I stood up and walked to the washroom. I ran a hot shower and stepped in. The water felt so good as I let the water fall over me. I was actually feeling good about myself. I was in love. Rinsing off, I stood back in front of the mirror brushing my teeth. I smiled slightly as my tits jiggled back and forth. They seemed to be a little fuller. After brushing my hair out, I applied just a small amount of make-up and sprayed just a light amount of perfume over my body. Opening the cabinet, I took out my pills. I laughed as I took a birth control pill from its container. I swallowed back the pills and put my robe on and walked back to my bedroom.

Opening my closet I took out a short soft summer dress. I laid it on the bed and went to my dresser and took out my bra and panties. I pulled my panties up my legs and wiggle my butt in them. My cock had shrunk to that of eight year olds. I slipped my bra on, it felt so good to have my tits supported but the bra seemed to be a little tight. I pushed them in the cups and adjusted them just so. I walked over to my bed and picked up my dress and lifted it up over my head and let it fall over me. I pinched the sides of the dress and pulled it down and smoothed it out. I looked in the mirror and turned this way and that. I wanted to look nice for Glen today. I pulled my hair back and placed a big hair clip holding it. I walked out of the bedroom quietly and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee.

I loved this house as I looked out the window over the sink. I felt so relaxed and safe here. It was really home. The whistle of the kettle woke me from a daydream. I shook my head a little and made myself a coffee and sat down in the living room. I was glad the place was furnished when I bought it. I looked around the room and wanted to change this and that. I wanted to put my own little touches to the place.

"Nancy!" Glen shouted from his room.

"Yes Glen?" I looked towards his room.

"Come here for a second will you?"

I slowly got up. I didn't really want to go there. I knew Mia was there and I had mixed feelings about that. I wasn't sure if I should be mad or what. I blushed thinking how I came as she fucked me. Why did I get off that way? It was so long since I even had a hard on and here she fucks me and I came without even touching myself.

I knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in Nancy." Glen said.

I opened the door and peered in first. I didn't see Mia.Glen was lying in bed with his hands behind his head. The covers were pulled up to his waist.

"Where's Mia."I looked at Glen in wonderment.

"She left last night after she fucked your little ass." Glen smiled as he said that. I blushed as I walked further in the room.

"But I thought she was going to be staying here and I was to start calling her Miss Mia and all of that.."

Glen started to laugh loud." You're such a brownieter brain. We were just pulling your leg. What an idiot you are..."

I looked towards the ground as I felt like such a fool to be taken in like that.

"Look up Nancy, I hate when you hold your head down. I always want you to look at me. Do you understand?"

I slowly looked up at him. I nodded yes to him.

"Nancy, I need your help." Glen said as he pulled the covers off of him. His cock waved in the air. It looked so majestic swaying there.

I have one of these morning hard ons, you remember them don't you Nancy? Suck me off will you? Do that for me Nancy.

Glen kept twitching his cock.I looked at him then his cock again. I don't even know why he asked me. I had to do as he said to keep him looking after me.

I walked to the side of his bed and placed my fingers around his cock.He twitched it a couple of more times. It felt so strong and hard in my little hand.

"Take that dress off. I don't want you to get it all wrinkled."

I pulled my dress off and layed it over the chair.

"My ..My..Havn't we gotten beautiful. Look at those tits and that ass,, your really sexy looking Nancy."

Glen was smiling as his eyes traveled up and down my body. I felt a little strange having him looking at me. I know I was blushing.

"Well come on!, times a wasting, suck my cock.I know you want to anyways."

Pulling off my bra, I walked to the end of the bed and slid onto the bed. I moved his legs apart and laid between them with my face inches away from his cock.He was watching me as I lifted his cock against his stomach and kissed his full balls.


"That's my girl, learn to cherish what they hold for you Nancy. You know you want what I can give you."

My fingers played with the tip of his cock as I licked and swirled my tongue along his balls. I pulled them with my lips softly. His hand slid down to my head and he played with my hair. My tongue travel up his shaft, licking up one side then the other, till I got to the head of his cock. I opened my mouth slightly and covered just the head of his cock with my lips and sucked on it softly. He moaned as my tongue flicked around the rim before I took him into my mouth. His hand tighten in my hair as I slid his hard cock deep in my mouth till my nose nestle against his hair. I felt pressure on my head as he held me there. I softly slid my hands up along his thighs, then up to his chest. His other hand came down and grabbed the clip in my hair. He started to lift my head up and down his cock. It felt like my hair was being pulled out.

"ARRRGGGGGG!!..Your mouth is so hot Nancy." Glen said as he jammed his cock in and out of my mouth.

His legs locked around my back holding me into him. My hands were caressing his chest as he held me down deep on his cock.He ground his hips tight against my mouth. His cock twitched a couple of times, he clenched my hair and shot his cum deep down my throat. Glens head fell back against his pillow as I swallowed his cum.He moved my head up and down his cock a few more times. I flattened my tongue against his shaft and pressed it causing some more cum in my mouth.

"What a cocksucker you turned out to be Nancy. You really know how to get all the cum out don't you?"

My eyes looked into his as I popped his cock out of my mouth. I brought my hands down and slid them up and down his wet cock.Playing with it gently.

"Well I got to get going Nancy." Glen said as he took his legs off of my back and pushed me away.

"Where are you going Glen?"

"I have some things I have to do for you. I have to see when your next photo shoot is."

"Shouldn't I go too Glen? Maybe I should know what I'll be doing next."

"I want you to stay here and clean and get some things done around here. The place is a mess. I'll see Bob and find out for you."

"Yes, ok Glen. I guess so."

I watched as Glen walked to the washroom to take a shower. I got up from his bed feeling a little used and put my bra back on. I picked up my dress and pulled it over my head. Looking around his room, I started to pick up his clothes he had laying around. Why did I have to do this? I really wanted to go with Glen to see what Bob had to say. I was getting a little mad as I moved around the house picking up little things here and there. I really wanted to go.

Glen came walking out of his room.

"Ok Nancy, I'll be back later."

I didn't even look at him or say anything. I just kept busy moving things in the cupboard of the kitchen.

"I said I'll be back later Nancy!"

"Fine." I was so mad at him.

"What's your problem?"

"Nothing, go out and have a good time. Tell Bob I said hi."

I heard Glen walking up behind me. He grabbed my arm and swung me around.

"Don't you dare give me attitude you little bitch."Glen squeezed my arm.

"If I want you to stay here and clean then that's exactly what you're going to do. Right Nancy!!??

He was scaring me. I don't even know why I acted like I did.

"Yes Glen. I'm sorry, please let go of my arm." I tried to pull my arm free.

"Never mind this sorry cuckolds brownie all the time. I think its time you learn to behave properly. I'm getting sick of this with you all the time."

Glen roughly pulled me to the kitchen table and bent me over it. He kept squeezing my arm hard as he lifted my dress over my ass. He had me pushed so far over the table that my feet barly touched the ground.

"You really need this Nancy. You're going to have to learn not to question or whine every time I tell you what to do."

With that he swung his hand high in the air and came down slapping my ass. I yelp. I started to thrash under him. I kept kicking my feet up but he just squeezed and held me tighter against the table.

"Hold still" Glen yelled as he came down with another smack.

He started to get into a regular rhythm as he spanked my ass..I cried evertime his hand hit me.

"Do you promise to behave Nancy?"

"Yes Glen, I promise." I sobbed.

He pulled me up to my feet. I instantly rubbed my ass.It was so sore.

"Ok, I got to get going. Now get this placed cleaned up by time I get home."

Tears were still running down my cheek as he walked to the door. I pulled my dress back down and followed him. He opened the door.

"I'm sorry Glen. I really am. I don't know why I acted that way."

I felt I had to say something. I didn't want him to go out angry. It was all my fault.
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He just turned and looked at me and walked away. I felt so hurt. I slowly shut the door and sat down and had a good cry. I dabbed my eyes with a tissue and got up. I had lots to do. I finished gathering up his clothes and mine and took them to the laundry room. Loading up his clothes first I started the machine. I pulled out the vacume cleaner and did all the rooms. I never realized how much work there was too do. After a few hours I finally finished everything. I was proud of myself. The place looked really good. I wanted to move the furniture around but the couch was just too heavy for me to move. I'll have to ask Glen to move a few things for me.

I heard the car pull up in the drive. I was so happy that Glen was home. I went to the door and opened it for him. Glen came walking up the drive with another guy with him. He was a tall handsome guy with huge muscles.

"Hi Nancy, this is Eddy. He's coming over to watch the game tonight. I told him you would fix us some dinner."

"Hi Nancy nice to meet you." Eddy smiled at me and gave me a wink.

He held his hand out and I shook it. They walked past me and sat right down on front of the TV.

"Get us a couple of beers will you Nancy?"

"Yes Glen." I smiled as I walked past them.

I wished Glen would have called earlier. I need to change. I must look terrible after cleaning all day. I grabbed two beers and walked out to them. They were talking about the football game. I sat the beers down on the coffee table and walked to the bathroom. The guys didn't even notice I put the beers down. I took off my clothes and hopped in the shower. I could hear Eddy and Glen laughing and playfully arguing about the game. I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around me and snuck down the hall to my bedroom. I closed the door and sat down to do my make-up. I don't know why, but I felt wanted to be nice looking since Glen brought home his friend. I wanted Glen to be proud of me tonight.

I opened my closet. I still didn't have much to choose from. Bob had given Glen some clothes for me. He said I could buy them on consignment. Whatever that meant. I pulled out a red skirt. It looked so nice as I held it against me. I laid it down on the bed and pulled out a black blouse. It had a nice scoop neckline to it and very sheer. I put on some black pantyhose; I felt I didn't need panties with them on. I had a black lace underwire bra that I put on. It held my tits up and together. I sat down and blow dried my hair. I fluffed it up. I liked how my hair looked, as I comb it back behind my ears letting it fall softly on my shoulders. I put my make-up on and curled my eyelashes. I got up and dressed and looked in the mirror and was happy with what I saw. Glen would be so proud of me in front of his friend.

"You guys want another beer?" I asked as I strolled in the room.

The guys kept talking as I bent over and picked up the empty bottles.

"Yea, we'll take a couple more." Glen said not even looking at me." And when is dinner?"

I banged the bottles together a little to get their attention. They both looked up at me while I was still bent over.

Eddy's eyes almost fell out of his head as he looked at my tits spilling out of my top. Glen just smiled at me as I smiled back at him. I stood back up.

"I'll be right back with your beers and I'll get you guys something to eat." I walked out to the kitchen making sure I moved my hips just a little more. I knew they were looking at my ass.I felt so sexy as I reached for a couple of beers out of the refrigerator.

I walked back out to them holding the beers in each hand.

"You guys have to open your own bottles. I can't twist the caps off."

I handed Eddy his beer and he quickly twisted the cap off. Glen did the same.

"Why don't you get a beer for yourself and join us." Eddy said as he patted the couch cushion next to him.

"I will in a bit Eddy. I'm just going to make you guys something to eat. I know Glen is hungry and you must be too."

I walked back out to the kitchen and made up a bunch of sandwiches. I put some chips and pretzels in a bowl. I carried the tray out to the guys and sat it down in front of them. They both reached out and started to eat. I sort of stood there watching the guys. I wanted to be asked to stay with them again. I didn't want to intrude on them.

"So you going to sit down or stand there all night Nancy?" Glen said as he took a bite out of his sandwich.

I sat down across from them in a chair and crossed my legs.

"You not going to eat Nancy?" Eddy asked looking at my legs then at my eyes.

"No thanks Eddy. I'm not really hungry."

Glen spoke up." She's been on a diet of some sort Eddy. She still needs to lose a little more weight but she's coming along."

I couldn't believe Glen just said that about me in front of Eddy. I didn't think I was fat. I thought I looked good. I nonchalantly dropped my hand to my side as I listen to them talk and eat. I ran my hand along my sides to see if I was fat. That was really bothering me. I felt a little soft roll, but that's because of the way I was sitting I told myself.

"How about a couple more beers Nancy" Glen said as he grabbed a handful of pretzels.

I stood up and walked to the kitchen.

"Grab yourself one as well." Eddy called out.

I got three bottles of beer and walked out to them. Eddy sort of scooted over so that there was room next to him and Glen. I handed them their beers and sat down between them. I was holding my beer in my hand.

"You need me to open that for you Nancy." Eddy asked reaching over and taking it out of my hands. He twisted the cap off and handed it back to me." So what do you think about the game tonight Nancy? Who's going to win?

I tried to think...I use to know so much about football. Glen and I never missed a game on t.v.We knew all the stats of all the players….I was pulling up blank.

"Come on Nancy, tell us who you think is going to win." Glen was edging me on to answer.

I couldn't think of anything. I didn't even know who was playing. And the funny thing about it. I didn't even care. I wasn't even interested in the game.

"I'll leave it to you guys to decide who wins or looses. I'll just sit here and listen." I was hoping that would stop them from asking me about the game.

Eddy reached around and gave me a playful hug on my shoulder."That's my kind of girl. Never taking sides."

I looked at Eddy and smiled.

We had about thirty minutes before the game when Eddy pulled out a little baggy from his pants. It had a white powder in it.

"You guys care for a little pick me up before the game?" Eddy asked as he put some out on the coffee table.

"I'll take some." Glen quickly said.

"None for me Eddy. Thanks anyways."I was nervous. I didn't and never have taken haves. I really didn't want that stuff in my house.

"Come on Nancy, it won't hurt you. I promise." Eddy said as he divided little lines of the powder on the table.

"Go ahead Nancy." Glen said as he nudges me.

Eddy handed me a rolled up twenty dollar bill. I hesitantly took it from him.

"What am I suppose to do with this?" I held it up in my fingers looking at Eddy.

"Just put it to your nose and suck up the line." Eddy almost laughed at me. Acting as if everybody knew how to do it.

I bent over and put the bill to my nose. I sniffed up the powder into my nose. I could feel it burn. I was coughing as I pinched my nose with my fingers. I was embarrassed as I was trying to stop from sneezing and making a fool out of myself.


"That's it Nancy. That wasn't so hard was it?"

I handed Glen the twenty dollar roll as I sat back against the couch. I kept sniffling as Glen did his line and handed the bill to Eddy. They didn't have any trouble doing it.

I was waiting for something to happen. I didn't really know what to expect. I kept looking at Glen and Eddy.

"What's the matter Nancy?" Eddy asked

"What's suppose to happen?" I asked him innocently.

"You're not feeling anything Nancy? maybe you should have a little more. Sometimes the first one doesn't really work on first timers." Eddy said as if he was an expert.

I looked at Glen and he just shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess so Eddy, if you think its ok...I'm a little worried though."

"Don't worry Nancy, I'll just give you a little more"

Eddy leaned forward and poured a little more out of his baggy.

I looked at Glen and he just shrugged his shoulders and went back to watching TV. I watched as Eddy took a razor blade and chopped the powder. I didn't want to do this. I don't do haves and this was scaring me to death.

"There you go Nancy" Eddy said as he smiled at me and handed me the rolled up twenty.

As I leaned forward Eddy placed his hand on my back as if to guide me to the table. I sniffed up the line and sat up and I daintily held my finger under my nose so I wouldn't sneeze.

Eddy was patting and rubbed me lightly on my back.

"That's a girl, I knew you could do it. Just takes a little practice.

I looked up at him and smiled." Thanks Eddy." I smiled as Eddy put his arm around my shoulder as I sat back in the couch.

My hair felt like it was standing on end. I kept looking up at Glen and Eddy. They were both staring at the game .I found the game so boring as I crossed my legs and twirled my hair. I felt so alive and I couldn't handle sitting there anymore. My skin tingled as I felt Eddy's fingers touching my shoulder. My nipples were getting hard.

I lean forward and stood up fast. I had to do something.

"Where are you going Nancy?" Eddy said.

"I have to do something; I can't handle sitting any longer." I picked up the bottles sitting on the coffee table.

"Well if you want to do something, why not make yourself useful and grab us a couple more beers "Glen said straight forward.

"Sure Glen." I said as I walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. I bent over and looked to the bottom shelf. There was only one beer left as I pulled it out. I stood up and shut the door.

I stood there for a second as I realized how high I was. I never felt this way before. I felt so alive my skin was tingly all over...I was so happy.

I walked out to the living room and held the beer up high in the air wiggling it.

"Last beer!!..Who wants it?"…I was smiling as the guys both turned and looked up at me.

"Don't tell me that Nancy "Glen said as he got up and was walking up to me.

"Why in the hell didn't you say something earlier you stupid bimbo, you must of knew we were getting low. Jesus Nancy, you can be a real airhead sometimes."
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Glen was really pissed off at me. Eddy just sat there, I could tell he didn't want to get involved.

"Here Eddy,,, you might as well have it."He grabbed the bottle from my hand and tossed it to him.

"I'm sorry Glen"…I looked at him. I felt so bad. I screwed up.

Glen didn't say anything as he walked to the front door to get his keys and shoes.

I looked over at Eddy and then followed Glen. I put my arms around him and pressed my thigh against his bulge. I lifted my head up and looked up at Glen. I fluttered my eyes.

"Sorry Glen." I moved my leg, rubbing him lightly.

He just looked down at me.

I tilted my head slightly. I gave an innocent look."I really mean it Glen."

Glen smiled at me. I gave out a little giggle. We were both pretty high.

He reached his hands down and gave my ass a little squeeze. I moaned softly.

"You a horny little girl Nancy"

I just seductively smiled and dropped my hand to his crotch and tapped my fingers lightly over his bulge.

Glen lifted both of my hands and playfully pushed me away.

"Settle down girl, you're going to have to wait till I get back then maybe, I'll give you a treat." He was looking deep in my eyes and I his as I tried to move closer to him. I wanted him in such a bad way...

He pushed me away again and yelled over my head at Eddy.

"You better give her another line to settle her down Eddy."

With that he scooted out the door shutting it behind him.

I turned and looked at Eddy. He was smiling ear to ear. I guess he was watching me grope Glen. I didn't care as I pranced to the kitchen. I was so fidgety as I pace back and forth in the kitchen. I was so stoned .I didn't even know why I was in the kitchen. I walked back out to the living room and sat across from Eddy. I crossed my legs and nonchalantly picked up a magazine laying on the end table. I didn't even look to see what it was. I flipped the pages without even looking down. I just had to keep my hands moving. I was watching Eddy watching the game. I finally looked down at the magazine. It was the one that I got from the adult store. It had beautiful handsome men with their huge cocks staring up at me. I felt so horny .I just stared at the men as I turned each page slowly. I looked up at Eddy who was still in a trace state watching the game as I thumbed another page. Looking down and staring straight back up was a full page of a hard cock .It was one of those gloss pages and the head of the cock glistened with wetness.

I traced the cock with my finger tip as I wet my lips. I looked up at Eddy again, watching him as he watched the game. I was eyeing him up and down. He was such a big guy. His muscles strained against his shirt. Such a beautiful chest... I shook my head a little…what am I thinking? I put the magazine down and got up and walked to my bedroom. Standing in front of my mirror, I began to study myself as I ran my hands up and down my sides and felt the curves that I now had.

I needed to get out of my bra. It felt so confining, so I unbutton my blouse and tossed it on the bed. Removing my bra felt so good as my tits swung freely. Now the pantyhose, I needed to get them off. I slide them down and stepped out of them. The air felt cool against my legs and tits. Sliding my skirt off, I walked to my drawer, I picked up a black lace g-string. I stepped into it and adjusted my little boyclit as Glen would call it. I went to the closet and pulled out a Glen's football jersey and pulled it over my head. I was thinking the guys would think this cute. It felt so comfortable.

"Nancy? You ok in there?" Eddy called out from the living room.

"I'm fine Eddy,,, I'll be right out, just freshing up a bit."

"Its half time, I'll cut us another line if you want." Eddy yelled back.

I didn't answer, I don't think I should do anymore. I mean, I shouldn't do anymore. Maybe just one more .I walked over to my make-up table and sat down. I put a little more lipstick and mascara on. My eyes looked so bright and cheerful the way my eyebrows were arched. I applied a some blush and skin tone. This was becoming so natural and easy for me. I changed my earrings and necklace .I picked up some of my perfume and sprayed it about my bare shoulders and neck. Opening my jersey, I sprayed a little down there as I smiled at myself in the reflection of the mirror.

I walked out of my room and into the living room where Eddy was.

"Come on Nancy, I made them a little bigger this time." Eddy smiled at me as I kneel down at the table near his feet.

"God do you smell nice Nancy." Eddy said as he bent over and handed me the rolled up twenty.

"Thanks Eddy."I smiled cautiously as I felt him look at me a little differently this time.

"You know I like girls like you." He said as I sucked up the powder in my nose.

I almost coughed up what I took in. What did he mean "girls like me?" I was hoping Glen never said anything. I mean,,, why he would tell Eddy. Who was he to know about me? I was sitting here all this time thinking he thought I was a girl.

"What do you mean Eddy." I tried to sound like I hadn't a clue what he was talking about.

"You know, girls with dicks, shemales, girlyboys.Thats why I came over here. I met Glen at Bobs when he was setting up a shoot for you tomorrow. You're very beautiful Nancy. I wouldn't mind a closer look."

How could he be so bold to ask me something like that? I'm not going to show him anything. I don't have too, what he thinks I am,,, some kind of weirdo. I looked up at him, stoned or not, I wanted to slap the grin off of his face.

He reached over and pinched my nipple that was showing through the jersey.

"Hey!!!...what are you doing Eddy? I pulled away from his hand.

"Glen said it would be o.K. told me just to tell you that he was alright about it." Eddy went and touched my tit again, this time rubbing his hand along the top of both of them.

What did Glen mean it was ok with him? How could he have said such a thing to Eddy. What does this mean? Does Eddy expect me to have sex with him?I watched as his fingers touched my tits, I bet he's having a thrill touching me. I'm going to let him touch my tits and then that will be it. He gets his jollies and it will be over with.

"Ok Eddy, you want to see my tits? I will show you just for a minute and then that's it." I pulled the neck of the jersey over my shoulders and past my tits.I suddenly got a rush to my head from the powder. I couldn't move as Eddy leaned up and kissed each of my nipples. I silently moaned.

"You like that don't you Nancy?" Eddy hissed through his teeth as he gently pulled my nipple with his lips.

I looked at him and nodded my head slightly. I wasn't even sure what he asked me .My arms were at my sides as I gave no resistance as he pulled me up and cradle me in his lap. He looked down at me as he caresses my tits with his strong massive hands. I felt so tiny laying there on him.

"You know your mine don't you Nancy?" Eddy said.

I tried to say something but my mouth was so dry .What did he mean I was his. He saw the worry in my eyes.

He pulled my jersey off by sliding it down off my legs. He placed his palm over my cock and rubbed me through my g-string.

"Your little girl Nancy, I like that."

He untied the string to my panty and pulled it off.

"Your so cute Nancy, I'm going to love having you."

His finger traced along the shaft of my cock then down to my small balls. My whole body stiffened as he slipped his finger to my ass.

He circled the tip of his finger on my asshole, pressing lightly.

Where was Glen? I hope he doesn't see me like this. I knew I shouldn't have gotten stoned tonight. I moved my body a little. I wanted to get off Eddy and go to my room. This isn't right.

Eddy reached for the baggy off of the table. He opened it up on my tummy and stuck his finger in my mouth, while all the time his finger on his other hand softly played with my ass.

He plunged his finger in and out of my mouth a few times and stuck his finger in the bag. His finger was coated with the powder as he traced my lips then put it back in my mouth. I sucked his finger as I stared up at him.

"Your starting to like this stuff aren't you Nancy?"

He moved his finger along the inside of my mouth. My mind was so numb to anything. He pulled out his finger and slowly lifted me up and sat me down next to him. I was like a rag doll sitting there. He kneeled down between my legs and lifted them against my chest. My tits were mashed against my knees as he licked the entire length of my ass. My body shuddered as his tongue probed my asshole.He licked me all around, up to my little balls then back to my ass. He was getting me so wet down there. All I could do was whimper with every breath.

"Please …..Eddy…..Stop…Glen…Here…Soon.."

I finally got some words out. He had me trapped against the back of the couch as his tongue started to wiggle inside me. He pushed his tongue so far up my ass, his nose was at my balls. My little cock was hard as he grabbed it and started to stroke me.

"Never mind Glen, your never going to see him again."

With that he got up and pulled me up and carried me to Glen's bedroom. He flopped me down.

I moved my head slowly to the side and watched as Eddy started to remove his clothes.

He was a giant of a man. I was so scared, what did he mean I would never see Glen again? I couldn't make sense of anything.

Eddy walked to the edge of the bed and reached down and twisted his hand in my hair and pulled my face to his growing cock. His cock was completely shaved. It must have been ten inches long as he squeezed my jaw, making me open my mouth and jammed his cock hard in my mouth. Pushing it all the way in without caring if I could handle it or not.

I havely put my hand up to try to push him away.

"Keep your hands down you little bitch!"

He slapped my hand away and ground his cock in my mouth more. My eyes where wide open as he started to push and pull his cock out of my mouth. He reached down and pinched and twisted my nipple as he looked down at me.

"You're all mine now Nancy, you better get use to this "he growled as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and wiped it across my face.

He let go of my hair and climbed on the bed .His cock wavered in the air as he settle in between my legs. He spread my legs wide with his knees as he stroke his cock a few times and steered it to my waiting ass.

"You're going to just love this baby girl."

Eddy was blinded with lust as he pushed his cock roughly in my ass. I let out a soft low groan as he buried his cock deep inside of me. Eddy grabbed one of my legs and lifted it straight up against him and started to pump his cock in and out of me. My mouth fell open and my eyes half shut as he jammed his cock hard in me.

"Play with your cock Nancy,,,I want you to jerk yourself off as I fuck that pretty ass of yours."

I reached down and smoothed my hands softly over my cock and balls. I placed my fingers on my cock and started to stroke.

Eddy grabbed a pillow and yanked my head up and stuffed it behind my head.

"I want you to watch me fuck you." Eddy snarled.
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My eyes stonely looked down. I dazed out watching my pretty fingers with the red nail polish stroking my little cock as Eddy's cock piston in and out of me. Small drops of sweat fell on me as I glanced up at Eddy's face He held on my leg so tight as he fucked my ass. He bit down on his bottom lip and groaned.

He pushed his cock deep and ground his hips hard against me. He thrust a few jerks and pulled his cock out and places it over my cock. He rubbed his cock against my cock a few times.

His cum shot up over my tummy and tits. I was pressing my hands over his cock, rubbing it as it kept shooting cum. His hands were on either side of my head as he place his whole weight against me. grinding his cock against mine.

I let out a moan as I started to cum...My whole body shook as my cock leaked a clear fluid under Eddy's cock.His body jerked one last time and he fell to the side of the bed .I brought my hands up and rubbed his cum into my skin. It felt so warm against me as I couldn't stop moaning with every breath.

We laid there for a few minutes when Eddy reached over and pulled me on top of him. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed my head down to his cock.

"Clean me up Nancy."Eddy commandedly whispered.

.He held my head with both of his hands and moved me in the direction he wanted. I held my tongue out as he wiped himself clean.

He pulled me back up to him and laid me with my head on his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair.

"You better get some relax Nancy, Bob wants you for a shoot tomorrow. I'll be taking you from now on. You are mine now." Eddy's voice trailed away as he held me tight. I knew he would be arelax soon.

I was exhausted as I heard his heart beat against my ear. Where was Glen? What does Eddy mean he will be taking me to Bob's from now on. I was so scared as I felt the weight of Eddy's arms lay over me. I closed my eyes and tried to relax.

The sunlight broke through the curtains as I tried to open my eyes. They felt so heavy as I adjusted them to the light. Eddy was doing pushups on the floor in front of me. This was the first time I seen Eddy naked in the light and he was built like some god.

"Good morning babe, have a good relax?"

I just laid my head on the pillow and watched him. He was so gorgeous.

"Yes Eddy,,,had a very good relax."

He stood up and walked to my bed and kissed me on the forehead then sat at the edge brushing my hair from my eyes.

"You better get yourself ready Nancy, You have a busy day today." Eddy said to me softly rubbing my back.

It felt so good having Eddy rub my back. I didn't want it to end.

"Oh Eddy, I could just lay here all day. I feel so dragged out."

Eddy pulled the covers off of me and slapped my ass playfully.

"Come on, I want you to get some things packed before we leave."

"What do you mean get some things packed Eddy?" I relaxily asked.

"I will tell you later, now get in the shower and get yourself dressed."

I got up and walked slowly to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Letting the water fall over me, I couldn't help but think where I was going. Stepping out of the shower I brushed my teeth and walked out to the bedroom. Eddy was on the phone and hung up as soon as he saw me enter.

"Who was that Eddy?" I asked as I walked to my drawer to get my panties and bra.

"You don't need to know that, just get ready and let's get going. We have lots to do today." Eddy watched me as I started to dress.

"Eddy, I think I better just stay here and wait for Glen. I really think he should know where I'm going."

Eddy rose to his feet and walked to me close. He softly caressed my hair.

"Listen, I don't want you to say Glen's name anymore. He is gone. He never had your best interest in mind. It was all about him. I have you now and I will take care of you. You are mine, always remember that. Eddy spoke in such a calm mellow tone as I listen to him.

I looked up at Eddy, I wasn't sure if I should trust him. I didn't even know him at all. I felt I better say something.

"But Eddy, this is my house, I bought it with my money from modeling. I don't want to leave here. I think I just better stay here.

Eddy's hand slid down my hair lightly. His fingers reached and toyed with my ear as it slid further down to my neck, running his fingers so softly it gave me a chill.

He leaned close to me as to kiss me. I shut my eyes a little waiting for his lips. He placed his lips on mine. I opened my mouth a little as his tongue slipped inside my mouth. My nipples started to harden as I slowly sucked on his tongue. He was so good at making love.

We pecked kisses at each other, his hand was still caressing my neck and his other hand held me at my waist.

"Ok Nancy, lets go, now get dressed." Eddy commanded in his soft tone.

I kissed his lips once again and smiled at him.

"Eddy, I really should stay." I gave him a soft feminine look that I was getting accustom, too.

All of a sudden, Eddy's hand closed around my throat. He started to fetish me.

"Listen Bitch! You really have no choice in the matter, Now get your god dam clothes on before I hall you out of here naked."

Eddy's eyes suddenly so cold towards me. I was so scared .I put my hands on his arm to try to pull his hand away but he was just too strong for me. I couldn't breathe as he kept his grip on my throat.

"You are going to make me a lot of money. I'm not going to tell you again, you are mine whether you like it or not. You can make it easy on yourself or hard, it's up to you."

I was feeling weak in my knees, I thought I was going to pass out as he let go of my neck and started to caress it again.

"Now give me a kiss and say sorry and get yourself dressed Nancy." Eddy's eyes relaxed a little.

I was so scared as I looked up at him. I knew he could and would hurt me if I didn't do as he said.

I leaned up and kissed him on his lips. He didn't even respond to me. He just accepted the kiss.

"Sorry Eddy." I said quietly.

I walked over slowly and started to get dressed .Eddy sat their going through my purse, taking things out. He smiled as he pulled out my container of pills.

"What the hell are these?" Eddy said as he held them up to me.

"My doctor told me to take them to make me feel more at ease. I was having trouble focusing. It makes me feel much better." I said as I zipped up my skirt.

"Well, I have what you need now." With that Eddy pulled his little baggy out and scooped a little out on a tiny spoon.

He walked up to me and held it under my nose. I held on his wrist and sniffed up what was there. I felt it slide down my throat as my body started to tingle all over. My nipples instantly became hard again.

"That's my girl, when ever you need to feel better, just come to me Nancy, you understand?" Eddy looked at me with tender eyes.

"Yes Eddy, thank-you very much."

I slipped my top on and fixed my make-up.

"All ready to go Eddy." I smiled as he put his arm around me and we walked to the front door.

There was a car waiting for us as Eddy picked up my suitcase that he packed for me. The driver came out and opened the trunk, then opened the back door for me. I slid in the back seat and waited for Eddy. The driver shut my door and got in his door. I heard the trunk shut and the driver drove off. I turned and looked out the backseat window and watched as Eddy walked back to the house.

"Where am I going?" I asked the driver.

He didn't answer me as he turned up the radio.
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Babysitter's Revenge

My wife had gone out of town to visit her lady for the week. It was summer so our usual babysitter, Jennifer, was home from college and could watch them until I got home. We had used her for many years and I had watched your grow up. Now that she has turned 18 she was become totally hot.

She was very tall, 6'1" and thin. Her ass was beautifully shaped and her tits had grown to what I would guess to be a sexy D cup. Regardless of her cup size, her tits her huge and beautiful. They were perfectly shaped and defied gravity.

Her hair was long and straight. Its color was the same as her eyes, brown; eyes that you could look into all night long. Needless to say I was counting the days until she turned 18. Why I did this I have no rational clue. As if when she was legal she would throw herself at me and beg me to take her.

When she finally reached that magical age of consent I would surreptitiously take pictures of her in her tight sexy clothes. The pictures centered mostly on her tits and ass. One day she came over with her hair up in pigtails. It looked very hot and innocent. I took lots of pictures of those pigtails.

Occasionally, I would take legitimate pictures of her to explain why I had a camera out and was snapping pictures. I would then download them onto my computer so I could leer at her sexy body. This went on for the two months leading up to my wife's week long getaway.

A couple of days before my wife was scheduled to left she asked Jennifer to come over to the house to go over instructions and the regular weekly routine. When Jennifer stepped into the house my mouth fell open as I gazed at her, oblivious to any and every thing else. She was wearing one of my fantasy outfits. It was a thin cotton tank top / wife beater that was at least two sizes too small. It came down above her belly button and the material strained against her tits. She was wearing no bra and you could see the outline of her areola. Her movements made the material of her tank top rub against her tits. Her nipples were starting to show the early signs of hardening.

In addition to her tank top she was wearing a pair of cut off jeans. They, too, were very ill fitting, thank God. She had cut them off unbelievably short. From the front they snuggly pressed against her young pussy. You could see the lips of her pussy on either side of the seam. She flashed me her sweet little smile as she passed. I told the ladies I had some work to do in the back of the house; run get my camera, and excused myself.

As I walked down the hallway I heard a set of keys fall to the floor. I turned toward the noise in time to see Jennifer bend over to pick them. Her shorts showed just a little bit of her beautiful ass. But when she bent down her shorts exposed more and more of her glorious ass. I wanted to run to her, throw her to the ground and fuck her brains out right there in front of my wife.

I hurried back and retrieved my camera, quickly reappearing in the den. I took a seat in my chair. I was waiting for an opportunity to snap a picture of her. I knew it would be impossible but more than that it was stupidly dangerous. There is no way I could take a picture of her in that outfit without being caught. At the very least, someone would spot the camera.

I sat there for what seemed like an eternity. My heart was pounding in my chest. I don't know how they couldn't hear it. I felt like I was noticeably sweating. This was stupid, I would never get a picture but I held out all hope.

Over and over again I wanted to take her picture but I couldn't get the shot. She would stand up, bend over or stretch. Each movement would accentuate a part of her body; legs, ass, tits, pussy. I was going crazy. My dick was as hard as a telephone pole and it felt as big.

Then just as I was about to give up hope my wife went into the kitchen. Jennifer followed her and stopped in the doorway. They where there talking for awhile, going over things in the kitchen when Jennifer bent over. This was it. I had a perfect shot of her ass and I jumped at the chance.

Jennifer straightens up and my wife's hand appeared from inside the kitchen with a key to our house. Jennifer took it and walked over to her purse. She leaned forward. As she did her tits were pulled toward the floor. I got another picture of the top of her tits and her incredible cleavage.

I quickly jumped up, wanting to get out of there before I was caught with the camera. I hurried back to my bedroom and downloaded the pictures into my files of her. I spent the next two days reliving that experience. I would get hornier and hornier thinking about them. I wanted to look at the pictures but my wife was always around. I was going crazy with anticipation.

My wife finally left Sunday. I spent all night Sunday looking at her pictures. Most of the time I was looking at her pigtail photos and that outfit she had wore just days before. I couldn't take it any longer. I printed out three pictures. One of her beautiful face, smiling with those pigtails. One of her ass in the cut off shorts. The last one was of her tits in the tank top.

That night I looked at those pictures in bed and jerked off all over them. It was an incredible load. I was so horny from looking at those pictures that I shot three thick streams of cum. Feeling very satisfied, I rolled over and fell into a deep restful relax.

I woke the next morning to the sounds of Jennifer coming in the house. I hadn't set the alarm nor had I cleaned up from the night before. I quickly put her pictures in the night side stand where we keep our toys and pulled on some pajama bottoms. My dick was hard from the usually morning hard on. I stuck my head out of the bedroom and explained I had over slept. I turned to get ready for work, hoping she wouldn't see my dick but she seemed to linger in the hallway just a little longer than usual.

As I left the house she flashed me her sweet smile. All day long I was thinking about Jennifer and how I would love to feel her lips wrapped around my dick, rub my dick over her ass and bury it deep in her sweet pussy. I left work early wanting to get home fast to see her.

When I got there her mood was even sweater and more flirty. This seemed a little odd but I loved the attention.

That night I crawled into bed and pulled out the cum stained pictures of Jennifer along with our bottle of lube. I slowly stroked and teased my dick while I gazed at the pictures imagining what I would like to do to her until I shot another huge load all over her images. This time I put the pictures away and set the alarm.

This went on day after day. The same routine of a glimpse of her in the morning followed by constant thought of her all day long. Then returning home horny to ogle her for the time I had left. Again, she seemed a little more flirty and forward, almost to the point of being horny.

At night I would pull her pictures out and jerk my dick until every drop of cum was drained from my dick all over her face, tits, ass and pussy.

Friday finally had come. I wasn't looking forward to Jennifer leaving. I had enjoyed the company of a young beautiful woman that made my dick hard every time I saw her.

I was about finished getting ready for work when Jennifer showed up. Speechless doesn't begin to describe my reaction when I saw her. She had her long beautiful brown hair in pigtails. She was wearing the same thin white tank top and tight cut off jeans she had on a week earlier.

I just stood there staring at her, not saying a word. She snapped me out of my trance by asking me if there was something wrong. I replied that everything was fine.

Jennifer asked again "are you sure nothing's wrong?"

"You just were standing there looking at me."

"What's wrong," she continued, "don't you like my outfit?"

Knowing I had been busted I tried to play it off as nothing special. "No, no everything's fine." Everything was fine except my dick was about to rip my pants. "You look just fine."

She started to explain why she was dressed like that. "I was going to wash my car today and this is my car washing clothes." Ok so now I know she is going to get her tank top soaking wet and her nipples would be hard and she would be showing everything.

This was more than I could take. I had to go back to my bedroom and stroke my dick for some relief. I knew I couldn't make it through the day without getting rid of this load she just made. I got to my room and pulled my dick out and started stroking it.

I was just about to cum when I heard Jennifer clear her throat. I looked up and saw her in the reflection of the dressing mirror that was in my room. She had been standing there the whole time watching me jerk off. I quickly put my dick back in my pants only to have some cum leak out of my dick and into my pants. She was staring me right in the eye. She giggled, turned around and walked away down the hall.

There wasn't time to change clothes so I had to go to work with cum in my underwear. I started toward the door. When I met Jennifer in the kitchen she was eating a banana. She turned to wish me a nice day at work. But as she said this she looked me straight in the eye and I swear she caressed her tit. She then looked right at my dick and started to laugh tauntingly.

She knew she was getting to me. She knew I was jacking off to her and she loved every minute of it. I hoped I was imagining it so I asked her what she was laughing about. As I asked her she slid the banana in her mouth like she was sucking cock. She slowly pulled it out of her mouth and said "oh nothing really."

"I was just thinking of a little something that happened a while ago."

"Do you want some?" she asked as she gestured toward me with the banana.

"No thank you," I said. "Really, what were you laughing about?"

"Oh, I was just thinking about an old boyfriend." She slid the cock-like banana back into her mouth and out again. This made my dick ache even more. "He would do anything I wanted." One time I even got him to ......" She stopped there. "Don't you need to get to work?" She then teasingly laughed again and told me she "hoped my day wouldn't be too hard."

But the day was very hard, because of my dick. The phone rang in my office. I picked up the receiver and heard a sucking sound on the other end of the line followed by a pop. "Hello?' I said. "Oh, hi."

"I didn't realize you had answered."

"What was that noise, Jennifer?"

"Oh, I was just sucking on a popsicle."

"It's yummy."

"I wish you were here, you'd love it." She slid the Popsicle back into her mouth and moan softly. "Why are you calling Jennifer," I asked?

"Well, you seemed uptight when you left this morning."

"I just wanted to check and make sure everything was ok with you." I assured her I was fine and there was nothing to worry about. She continued to noisily suck her Popsicle. I could imagine what it looked like and how it would feel if it were my dick instead of the Popsicle.

"That's good," she said. "I wouldn't want you to have to pull your little dick out at the office and stroke it without me." She laughed teasingly and hung up the phone before I could say anything.

I started to melt. My dick got even harder than before the call, if that was possible. Then a wave of embarrassment washed over me. She said it out loud. I knew that she saw me this morning but I was in denial, hoping it wasn't so. But she slapped me right in the face with it. Not only did she see my stroking my dick but she also saw how little my dick was and she was mocking me.

Somehow this offense made me even more excited. My nuts were full of cum and I needed a release quick. My hand sorry found its way around my dick and I began ***ly stroking my dick through my pants. I was too far gone. I couldn't make it without emptying this load of cum right now.
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I got up and went to the bathroom but both stalls were full and someone was at the urinal. Not that I would jerk off in the urinal but I was so horny I didn't know what I was capable of doing. I washed my hands and left.

I felt like every woman I passed by noticed I had a hard on; every smile was really a stifled laugh. I made it back to my office. I clicked on the waiting e-mail. It was from my home address. The subject line was "Bad Boy"

Jennifer had written "I found these naughty pictures on your computer."

"What would your little wifey say if she knew about these?"

"Would she understand or would she be very very angry?"

"I have one other question for you."

"Does this make your little dick hard?"

"I bet it does." I opened the attachment. She attached the picture of her bending over in the cut off shorts. I was so humiliated but my dick was so hard.

A few minutes later I receive another e-mail. "I haven't heard from you."

"Is something wrong?"

"Maybe you didn't like the picture I sent you."

"Since you seem to like what I'm wearing today I hope you'll like this one better."

"Hehehehe!" I was almost afraid to open the attachment. But I knew it had to be the picture of her bending over showing her tits.

I opened the attachment and it wasn't what I was expecting. She had taken a picture of herself. She had found my wife's toy cock. It looks just like a real cock but it is 8 inches long. She was looking directly in to the camera as if she was looking at me and she had every inch of that cock in her mouth.

The phone rang. It was Jennifer. "Did you get my picture?"

"Yes I did," I replied. She could hear the weakness of my voice. "Yeah, but did you like it?"

"I bet you want me to suck your cock just like that."

"Yes I do."

"Well then you're going to have to show me you deserve to have me......suck.... your.... Dick."

"Anything, I'll do anything." She must have liked my answer because she said "aren't you the horny little boy?"

"Yes you will do anything and everything I say if you want to feel my lips wrapped around your sweaty little dick"

"The FIRST thing I want you to do is pull your dick out and start stroking it, nice and slow."

"Don't go too fast, just barely touch it while you slowly stroke."

"I can't do that. People are around. I could get caught."

"If you want my lips around you dick, you'll do it for me, please."

I can't believe it but I started to unzip my pants. I pulled my dick out and started to slowly stroke it just like she wanted. As I began I couldn't help but let out a long soft moan. From the other end of the phone I hear Jennifer say "that's a good boy; it feels so good doesn't it?"

"Yes Jennifer, you got me so horny I've needed to stroke my dick all day long."

"Just like you did this morning?"

I was powerless. I had to admit it. "Yes" was all I could muster.

"Do you like to stroke your dick while thinking of me? Do you want to get your hands on me so badly that you just have to grab your dick and cum all over yourself?"

She was teasing me and bringing me closer to cumming. I knew she could hear it in my voice. "Yes I do."

"That's a good little stroker boy. Are you going to cum for me?"

"Yes," I said. "I'm going to cum."

"Then STOP," she said. I immediately stopped stroking my dick. I was only two or three more strokes away from relief. She could hear my moans of frustration as I stopped. "That's a good boy," she continued. "Now you hurry up and finish work so you can come home."

I finally finished the day and hurried home. There she stood waiting for me in her tank top and cut off jeans. She was slowly caressing her tits. Her hands made there way down to the seam of her jeans and she gently traced her pussy lips. "So you've been waiting for this all day long haven't you?"

"Yes, I have. Please I need release."

"Good, go to your room, take off all your clothes and lie on the bed and wait for me." I did as she instructed. I was in the bed naked for an eternity before she showed up. She seductively entered the room dangling a pair of handcuff from her finger. Without saying a word she cuffed my hands over my head and over the head board. I was totally at her mercy.

She climbed on the bed fully clothed and sat on my dick. She slowly began riding my dick. Her jeans were rubbing against my dick. It was rough and hurt a little but I didn't care. I needed to cum. She rode me until cum was leaking out of my dick. Then she climbed off and sat next to me and gently took my dick in her hand.

That's when things turned for the worst. As she stroked my dick she said "you don't think I'm going to fuck this little thing? Don't you have a man sized cock?" She started seductively laughing. "I want a real dick. Like this one" In walked one of her friends. He was naked. His dick was huge; and then another and another came in. There I was tied to the bed naked with my dick fully erect and Jennifer laughing at me.

She started stroking my dick and talked to her friends "look at this little dick and he thinks I'm going to make it cum? Well, he's very wrong about that. I want a fat dick." With that she grabbed a dick and guided it in to her mouth. By the moans she made she thoroughly enjoyed it. She was almost whimpering on his dick.

"You promised me you would let me cum if I did want you wanted." She slid his dick out of her mouth, turned and looked at me and said "you're right. If you do everything I say you will get to cum. But I found these pictures in your night stand. Is this what you think of me? Is this what you want to do to me? I found these Monday and there was a little stain. Then on Tuesday there was more. Every day more and more of your cum appeared on my face, chest and ass. How do you explain that?"

I told her that she was so sexy that everyday she made me cum. I couldn't help from stroking my cock when I saw those wonderful pictures; thinking of her sucking my dick until it exploded. "Well if you love cocksucking so much then I'll make your dreams come true."

With that she took the cock she had been sucking and led it to MY mouth. "Here is your first job. Suck all these dicks starting with this one. Do it or you won't cum." I started to open my mouth. As I did she started laughing out loud. "Look he's going to do it. He's going to be a little cocksucker." He pushed his cock into my mouth. Jennifer was still stroking my cock and now I had another man's dick in my mouth. I was so horny I didn't know what I was doing or thinking.

"Oh look at him. What a good little cocksucker his. You love sucking big dicks, don't you?" I don't know why I said it but I said "I do. I love to suck these big cocks." They all gathered me and I started sucking all of them in turn. I said it because it was true. I couldn't get enough cock in my mouth. The cocks I wasn't sucking I stroked. Jennifer must have been right about me being a good cocksucker because in no time they each started twitching. Then in order all 5 cocks unleashed their juicy load all over my face. Load after load. I loved it. I wanted more.

She had turned me into a cock hungry whore just for the chance for her to make me cum. As the last load of cum hit my face it felt so good as if I were cumming too. As they each cleaned their cocks on my face Jennifer stood up and started to leave the room.

I asked her where she was going. She promised me. She said "I promised you I was make you cum, and you did." I looked down and on my chest was a pool of my own cum. She made me cum alright but it was from sucking cock.

"I am going to have to have more fun with you." She bent over and scooped up a big load of cum with her finger and fed it to me. "Ooouuu he likes this. Look how his little dick got hard all over again. Are you going to be my little cumslut; my cocksucking, cum takeing slut?

She merely laughed and walked away. One of her friends threw me the keys and they all walked out. What had just happened? What had I done? I didn't know but I loved it while it was going on. I wonder what else she has in store for me.
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Beer Blast


I could hear the band three blocks away as I walked down the sidewalk, past the power tower, toward Fraternity row. The weather was warm for the first weekend in December, and everyone seemed to be in the mood for a party after returning to school from Thanksgiving break.

Although I wasn't often among the beer-chugging crowd, I went to one or two of these beer blasts each semester for fun. It was a Friday evening, and I had just escaped from my last class an hour ago. After stopping off at the dorm for a quick shower, I headed out.

After paying my five bucks to get in, I passed through the frat house to the back yard where the crowd was already well on its way toward a takesen stupor. Sloshing across puddles of spilled beer in the grassy mud through the crowd of guys and girls, I made my way to one of the tables and paid another dollar for a plastic cup filled with the cheapest, palest, panther piss ever to call itself beer.

Being one of the few frat houses that had a pool, it had a tiny cabana out by the side of the pool for changing and I caught a glimpse of a guy and girl sneaking into it. Good for them I shrugged, and continued to mingle.

I tried to talk to a few girls I knew from some of my classes, but it was near impossible to have a coherent conversation. God! Those speakers towered over me by several feet! I stood and watched the band play for a while, just grooving to the music.

My roommate, the stereo-head that he is, showed me in Rolling Stone a few days earlier that their first CD just made platinum and a couple of big-time rock stations in New York and L.A. picked one of the tracks to be the next hit single.

"If you go to that beer blast," he told me, "enjoy them up close and permisteral while you can."

The guitar player's fingers were just a blur on the strings, and I thought the drummers sticks would punch through those drums if he beat them any harder. The singer was hot--a tall beauty with long black hair in a satin-red dress that had a neckline that plunged to her bellybutton. And what a sexy, throaty voice! Tch, way out of my reach!

After my second cup of panther piss, er, beer, I needed to take a whiz. One of the perks of being a guy was that I walked past the line of about ten females waiting to use the women's bathroom in the basement of the frat house. I walked down the steps that led from the back yard into the basement, and right into the men's room, did what I had to do, and headed back out again. The band had taken a break, and it was relatively quiet just then.

"Damn! That's not fair," a female voice slurred out.

Turning to see a vacant-eyed girl with shoulder-length brown hair in a beer-stained white tee-shirt swaying in the mud at the end of the line, I replied, "Huh? You talking to me?"

"I've been waiting five minutes and there's ten people in front of me. I can't hold it in no more!"

"Yeah, that sucks," I said.

"But you guys don't have to wait. It ain't fair!" She smacked my arm.

"Hey!" I rubbed my arm. I figured I'd try to gross her out and get away, so I said, "What do you want me to do about it--let you pee in my mouth in the bushes or something?"

Her eyes brightened. "Hey, yeah! That's sounds like a plan. C'mon!"

In that instant, she grabbed my arm again and pulled me through the crowd. She had to be kidding, but we made our way to the side of the frat house that was somewhat secluded in hedges.

"C'mon-n-n," she said as she wobred in place. "I gotta go-o-o. What are you waiting for?"

"So pee if you gotta," I said. "What do you need me for?"

"I can't pee against the side of the house, asshole. C'mon! Get on your knees."

"What!" I gasped.

Before I could think, she pushed down on my shoulders and I got down on my knees. Then--I couldn't believe it! She dropped her jeans and slid her panties down her legs. I was staring straight into her crotch! And then she started walking bow-legged toward me. The two tiny mounds on each side of her dark slit buried in her muff hair jiggled with each step she took toward me. My cock suddenly came to attention, though I wasn't sure I was going to enjoy what was about to happen to me.

"Hey! Wait!" I stammered as I crawled backward on my knees.

"Don't be chicken, it ain't gonna ******* you. Hell, I bet you'll like it. My last boyfriend did."

At that, I backed up against the side of the house, and she kept walking forward until she had her muff pressed against my face. "C'mon! Tilt your head back!" she demanded as she arched her back aiming her pussy at my mouth.

I took a breath, and then she did it! A stream of hot, salty liquid splashed against my tongue. It wasn't as awful as I thought it would be. It was relatively tasteless and I swallowed small gulps as she slowly peed into my mouth.

After she finished, I stood and spat the rest of her pee out while she pulled her jeans back up.

"Hey! Don't spit that out there!"

"What? You expect me to hold it in my mouth while I walk to the men's room?"

"No! Swallow it!"

"Swallow? Pee!"

"Yeah! You guys want us to swallow your cum! You can swallow my water."

"Well, I swallowed some of it."

"Okay, thanks," she said and walked away.

I waited for her to leave and then I made my way out from behind the bushes on the side of the house. It was then that the taste hit me. My mouth suddenly tasted they way I remembered a dirty restroom in a gas station once smelled. I made my way back to get another beer to get the taste of piss out of my mouth.

Mingling with beer in hand again, that girl whose pee I just drank caught my eye. She was walking toward me with another glassy-eyed girl, both carrying cups of panther-piss beer. I walked up to her--we practically had sex, and I didn't even know her name--and she leaned up against me, putting her hand on my shoulder, and whispered into my ear, "Karen needs to pee too."

"Uhm..." I stammered and checked out Karen. Super cute with short blonde hair and a tight green sweater showing her bare midriff.

"You have to! Look at the line," she said while pointing at the line that must have had at least 15 women standing in it. There were even three men waiting to use the men's room.

I shrugged, "Okay."

Karen and I headed off to the side of the house amongst the bushes again, while the first girl disappeared back into the crowd.

"How do we do this?" she asked in a slightly slurred voice.

Having established the procedure, I got to my knees and tilted my head back. "Uhm, just walk up to me," I said, shocked at myself that I was explaining to her how to use my mouth as her urinal.

"Okay," she said. She dropped her jeans and shuffled up to me with bowed legs, pressing her twat against my mouth like it was a urinal for females.

Again, it was over quickly. I stood and swallowed the last of her pee while she pulled her jeans up and left. She didn't even say, "Thank you."

Having near-oral sex with two women within a matter of minutes was a brand new experience for me. But I had the taste of a dirty restroom in my mouth once again. Then, urp! My stomach convulsed and a flood of yellowish puke gushed out of my mouth onto the ground against the house, leaving the most horrid taste in my mouth--worse than piss. By morning, I knew there would be more than this one puddle of puke around here, so I didn't worry too much about abandoning it there.

I stood there for a moment taking slow breaths to clear my throat, then headed to the men's room to take a take of water. A few other guys at the sink gave me knowing looks--everyone knew that puking was an unavoidable consequence of attending beer blasts.

I figured my wow-meter was redlining after what had just happened, so at the top of the basement stairs I headed back into the house to leave. But someone grabbed my arm as my foot stepped into the doorway. "Hey!" Karen slurred, sloshing her beer as another girl gazed at me with vacant eyes.

"Uhm, I'm leaving," I said.

"No! You can't leave. I gotta pee again. And so does Cynthia."
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I considered bolting, but Karen had a firm grip of my arm with both hands, and Cynthia just grabbed my other arm. "Okay," I said.

"Ewwww!" both girls said when they saw that puddle of vomit on the ground between the bushes that had become the ad-hoc girls' bathroom. I had forgotten about that.

"Now what?" I asked, relieved that I might get out of urinal duty.

"I know!" Cynthia said looking to the rear of the yard. "Over there."

It had become dark, and the back yard was lit by a few floodlights on the upper floor of the house. The line of females waiting to use the women's room was snaking halfway around the house by then. Karen and I followed Cynthia out back to where the crowd had thinned and entered that cabana by the canvas-covered pool.

Tiny, it was, too. Lit inside by a single bare bulb on the ceiling, it was just big enough for one vinyl padded bench pushed against one wall and a couple more square feet of floor space to stand and turn around in. A rusty pail and other junk were tossed in the corner.

"C'mon!" Karen said. "Hurry up! I gotta pee!"

I got on my knees and Karen dropped her jeans and panties once again.

Cynthia pointed to the bench and said, "Wouldn't it be easier if he lied on his back on that?"

"Okay, but hurry up!" Karen said.

I wasn't sure how that would make it easier for them, but I pulled the bench a little away from the wall on a diagonal and lay on it with my head at one end and my feet flat on the floor at the other end.

Karen walked around and straddled me, facing my feet. For a moment, she straddled my head between her thighs, giving me a close-up view of her ass and cunt as I stared straight up into her hairy crack. I hope she didn't plan to stand like that and pee on me.

Nope! A split second later, she sat. On my face. I suddenly couldn't breathe, and it felt like my skull would crack open any moment from the weight bearing down on it. Then she started to pee. Her stream of hot, salty piss splashed against my tongue and collected at the back of my throat. I managed to take a swallow while she peed, but it was painfully difficult to do so while holding my breath as 100 pounds of fem-ass rested on my face. My cock got hard again, and stayed that way.

She stood immediately after she finished peeing, and I swallowed the remainder of her piss then sucked in a lungful of cool air. I managed a couple more breaths before Cynthia took Karen's place on my face as I heard Karen leave.

As Cynthia also faced my feet, her ass cheeks were mashed against my eyelids and forehead while her pussy bore down on my mouth. My nose had slipped into Cynthia's anus, and she gave it a squeeze with her sphincter. I knew I'd need to need to wash my face when Cynthia was done with me. She relaxed her sphincter's grip of my nose, and she began to flood my mouth with piss. Again, I managed to swallow once while she peed, and then again after she stood.

I sat up and Cynthia said, "Thanks!"

She set her empty cup on the floor in a corner of the tiny room, reached into her purse, and jammed a dollar bill into the cup.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"A tip," she said and giggled.

Leaving the dollar in the cup, I was about to follow Cynthia when she opened the door and paused.

"C'mon, let's get out of here!" I urged.

"I think you got a waiting line," she said.

I peered out the door to see three women waiting in line. That first girl who used me (I still don't know her name) was second in line.

I bit my lip and tried to follow Cynthia back into the crowd.

The first girl in line grabbed my arm. "Hey!" she said. "You can't leave now! I gave up my place in line for the bathroom and been waiting in this line for five minutes!"

I sighed and went back inside the cabana. I looked at her. She was cute--short and skinny, with short ruby-red hair. I could sort of make out my reflection in the pinkish lenses of her wire-frame glasses.

"C'mon! I gotta pee!" she said.

Now where did I hear that before? I lay on the bench again exactly as I did a moment ago. She pulled her jeans and panties off and sat on my face like the two women before. Where did these women suddenly come from whom so easily show their bare bottoms and cunts to a guy they never met before?

The details were the same: my skull felt like it would cave in under her weight any second, she peed, I swallowed, she finished peeing, she stood, I swallowed again, she pulled her pants back on, and left. Oh--she also shoved a dollar in that cup.

That first girl with the brown hair who got me into this predicament came in right after that redhead left.

She took a seat on my face and said, "Ohh, this is a lot easier than standing up against your face."

With her 100-or-so pounds pressing down on my mouth and nose, I couldn't answer. She even added another dollar in the cup before she left.

The third girl in that line came in and--oh gross! I saw a smear of red on her pussy lips just before she sat. She gave me a take and another dollar.

Finally! I sat up to leave as she walked out the door--then another girl came in behind her.

"Where'd you come from?" I asked.

"Me? I've just been waiting in line."

"What? Wasn't that last girl the last in line?"

"No. There's about five people in line behind me."

"Five?" I sputtered.

"Yeah! Sure beats the line for the bathroom. God! There's got to be 20 people in line! Why don't they ever have enough bathrooms for women at these things?"

By then, I had to pee, myself. "Uhm, I've got to pee first, okay. Close the door."

Next to the pail in the corner was a rusty gas can that was a catalyst for cobwebs. It didn't seem to have been used in years and it was completely empty. I dropped my pants and slid my wiener into the cap opening. It felt weird to be taking a leak while a strange woman I never met before stood in the same room watching me pee, but considering what she was about to do to me, I guess it wasn't so strange after all.

I finished my business and got on my back once again. The band had just started to play another set while I got a face full of fem ass.

Holy cuckolds brownie! Something was dripping into my mouth, and it wasn't piss. I knew that taste. I smelled it every time I spanked the monkey. I lifted my arms up and tried to push her off. "Hey!" she giggled. My head was pinned under her ass, and I was completely immobile. I was stomping my feet on the floor and kicking against the bench, but that accomplished nothing. I reached over my head and back and tried to grab her by the buttocks and lift her off me. "Stop that!" she giggled again, then the piss began to flow.

There was nothing I could do but hurry up and swallow before she filled my mouth. I felt more nauseous from that one woman than from all the women before her--including the one having her period. As soon as she finished and stood, I jumped up and leaned over a rusty pail and puked--and not from takeing her piss. That made me feel a little better, but I still felt queasy, just knowing what else I swallowed in addition to her piss.

After she left, I counted five more women. Then another five women. Then I lost count. But, God! How come I never got lucky at one of these things? I had to swallow at least five pussy-loads of spunk, and I even lost count of that. After swallowing spunk from different women's cunts a few times, the few who were having their periods didn't seem so gross.

Every so often, I got up to pee in that gas can. It was still a weird feeling to have a strange woman stand there watching me pee while she waited for me to finish so that she could pee into me. That cup was jammed with dollar bills and someone had started a new cup with a couple of dollars in it.

The band had taken another break between sets, and it had become quiet again.

"How long is the line for me?" I asked one of the women who came to use me, since conversation was possible once again.

"The line for you is about 20 people."

"Holy cuckolds brownie! How long is the line for the regular women's room, then?"

"Uhm," she thought for a moment, "I guess about ten or so."

Wow! I didn't know what to make of the revelation that a majority of the women would prefer to use me instead of the normal bathroom. My stomach already felt bloated, and I had no idea how I was going to be able to consume all the fluid that was currently being stored in the bladders of ten women just outside that door.

A few more women used me, then--holy cuckolds brownie--a black woman came in. Of course, there's nothing wrong with black women. Just coming from a rural area, I never mingled with black people--never even knew any--though there were a couple of black kids in high school.

My first glimpse of her was of hair all in cornrows and braids, and wearing a bright purple sweater. The whites of her eyes gleamed brightly against her coal-black skin, though she didn't make eye contact with me. Like most of the others, she dropped her jeans and took a seat on my face. For a split second, I got a view of the utter blackness of her ass-crack between her dark brown cheeks, and the thin pink slit of her pussy shown brightly against her black hairy pussy lips. After that, it was all the same: she peed--I swallowed.

My stomach still felt bloated and I had no idea how I had managed to keep up with all the women who had used me so far. It seemed that I had been peeing in that gas can after almost every woman lately--so it was just flowing through me at that point. A few women later, one finished peeing and said, "I spent my last buck on beer, but I can pay you some other way. Okay?"

"Uhm, sure," I said, having forgotten that I was accumulating quite a stash of cash. She fell forward onto me, leaving me looking up at the ceiling past her twat still pressed against my chin and up through her ass crack. She unzipped my jeans and whipped out my, still hard, cock. At first, she licked and tickled my cock-head with her lips and tongue. After tasting the pussies of an army of women that night, I was on the brink of coming, though my cock was sore from being hard almost continuously since Karen and Cynthia used me at the start. Then, "Ah!" I gasped as she engulfed my cock with her mouth. She began to slide her lips up and down the length of my shaft, and that was all it took for me to explode into her mouth. I began bucking rhythmically as she rode me, grasping tightly onto my cock with her mouth.

After my last couple of grunts showed that I was empty, she released her lip-lock on my softening member and sat up on my chest and twisted her neck around to grin down at me.

"Wow!" I told her. "Thanks!"

"Sure," she shrugged, put her pants back on, and left.

A few more women used me. Then as one woman was peeing into my mouth, she started gasping, and jumped off me, spraying my face and drenching my hair with her piss.

"Urp!" she gasped and rushed out of the room. A moment later, I heard her, or someone, puking from around the side of the cabana to a chorus of "Ewwww!"s just outside the door. God! That was a close one!
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A little later, while licking my lips after a short-ish bleached-blonde was pulling her pants up, she said, "Hey, You're making out pretty good since the last time I used you."

"Huh?" I said. I didn't remember her using me before. I learned that night that there's quite a variety among pussies and asses. Some ass cheeks are vast expanses of cellulite and others are wee mounds. Some anuses are pinholes, and some are twisted knots. Some twats are thick with muff hair, some thin haired, and some are shaved. Some clits are no bigger than a pimple, and others hang down like little dicks. Some pussies keep their secrets tightly lipped, others hang loose letting the breeze flow through. Perhaps I could learn to recognize a woman just by her pussy and ass, but that's not a s******* I had yet to master.

The blonde pointed to the corner and I sat up to see her pointing at three empty plastic cups overflowing with beer-soaked dollar bills.

"Yeah, wow, I guess I am," I told her.

"So, uhm," she said, "you wanna fuck?"

"Sure!" I said--what guy doesn't. I started to reach into my pocket. "I think I got a rubber in my wallet."

"I'm on the pill. You don't need no rubber."

"Great!" I said.

She straddled my hips and grabbed my cock. A moment later, she had impaled herself on me.

I felt myself so deep inside her what with her sitting on my cock like that. I swear the sight of her hairy crotch pressing down on my hairy crotch added another half-inch of penetration.

I leaned up a little and said, "Come down here and kiss me."

She pushed me back down with her palm and said, "No way! Just fuck me."

"Sure," I said.

I began lifting my buttocks up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her cunt. Man, that was exhausting work lifting her body up and down with every thrust.

That blowjob a while ago had satisfied me. Still, countless pussies pressed to my lips over the past few hours had overcharged me so much that the pressure built in my loins so fast that it didn't take much effort to reach the summit and explode in wave after wave of ecstasy.

She, too, began having an orgasm. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried as I shot each wad deep into her pussy.

"Oh man!" she gasped as we came down from our mutual climax.

"You liked that?" she said as I was panting and coming down.

"Yeah!" Duh, what a question!

Sliding herself off my cock, she walked around and sat back down on my face again.

"Now clean up your mess," she said.

Oh cuckolds brownie! I had always imagined that sucking my own spunk out of a woman's pussy would be the grossest thing ever, but after sucking down unknown spunk from earlier pussies, I guess my own wasn't so bad after all. But I still felt queasy after she left.

Several women later, I caught a glimpse of a satin-red dress closing the door. While it was near impossible to recognize upside-down faces while lying flat on my back, there was no doubt about it--it was the lead singer from the band.

She lifted her dress up and pulled her panties down. A moment later, her ass was on my face. Her muff, from the brief view I got of it, was thick and black as it came down on my mouth. But instead of flooding my mouth, she whispered in that throaty voice, "Turn me on with your mouth, pissboy."

She gave my nose a squeeze with her rectum, and I began playing with her clit with my tongue. "Mmmmmm," she moaned as I licked and swirled my tongue around the tiny nub. With her pussy pressing down on my mouth, and her anus squeezing my nose, my lungs were screaming for air, but I persevered. I sucked the little nub deep into my mouth and beat on it with my tongue, flicking it back and forth like a punching bag.

"Oh God! Oh God!" she moaned as I continued working on her clit. My lungs were screaming in agony for air, but still I continued--sucking her clit rhythmically in and out of my mouth. If truth be told, I had a reputation, among the few girls I'd been with, for being good with my mouth. It didn't take much longer for her to start bouncing out of control on my face while I held her clit deep in my mouth with suction and stroked it gently with my tongue--evoking a quiver with every stroke.

"Holy cuckolds brownie, pissboy, you're a fucking genius with that tongue!"

She then fell forward, none too soon, as I felt like I would have ****** from fetishtion at any moment. I had expected her to give me my second blowjob of the night after that, but after I caught my breath and before I could answer, she sat back up, positioned her twat over my mouth, and proceeded to empty her bladder.

The band started playing their next set soon after she left, but not as loudly as before since, presumably, it was so late. As the night went on, the pussies and asses became a blur. One woman came close to puking on me again, and ran outside just before tossing her cookies.

Another woman finished peeing, then immediately turned around to face the other way and sat back down on my face. What the fuck? With her back to my feet, I was staring into her hairy crotch while her ass pressed down on my mouth. What's she up to? Something quivered against my lips. Oh cuckolds brownie! No! Her anus puckered outward and downward. No! Please! No! Her anus puckered wide and oozed out a thick sticky mass into my mouth.

I reached up and tried to push her off me before she cuckolds brownie out another, but like before, I didn't have the leverage. A moment later, her anus puckered out again, and spat another turd into my mouth, nearly filling my mouth. How can one human being use another human being like this? Her anus puckered again, sliding another hot turd into my mouth, packing my mouth full of her excrement and powering my cheeks to bulge out. I lay there in terror, now knowing what would happen to me when she pushed another lump of cuckolds brownie out her asshole into my already packed-full mouth. Would it power its way down my throat? Or would it power its way down my windpipe, obligation me to death on human sewage? Did I have but a minute or two to live?

She grunted, and I felt that solid mass of cuckolds brownie in my mouth power its way down my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, but what with my head pinned under 100 pounds of ass, it accomplished nothing but agony. I slowly fought my gag reflex and powerd my throat muscles to swallow. With my mouth still jam packed with her feces, I coaxed that mass stuck in my throat down into my stomach.

Then she did it again. She grunted and the pressure of cuckolds brownie in my mouth increased yet again, and more cuckolds brownie powerd its way part way down my throat.

I powerd myself to swallow again. By then, my lungs were screaming for air, and I knew I was seconds away from passing out. If I didn't die from ***, I figured I was as good as dead anyway. What was that saying--"Eat cuckolds brownie and die?"

Then she stood. I jumped up and spat her cuckolds brownie out into that pail--at least what cuckolds brownie I didn't swallow. I turned to face her and stood there panting, catching my breath.

She dropped her eyes, then looked back up at me. "I'm sorry! I had to go so bad and I couldn't go and get back in line for the other bathroom."

A million thoughts and emotions were spinning through my head--fear, anger, confusion. I was grasping at what to say while she left and the next woman entered.

"Pee-uuu!" She waved her hand across her face. Glancing at the door, she added, "Did she take a cuckolds brownie?"

"Yeah," I answered, tasting the odor of cuckolds brownie as I spoke.

"Oh? You do that too? I hope your hepatitis shots are up to date."

"My what shots?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. Well, I only have to pee."

"Just a sec," I said and kneeled down to the pail and tried to puke. I felt nauseous but I couldn't power my puke up after trying for a couple of minutes.

"C'mon and puke already!" the girl watching me said. "I gotta pee bad!"

"Just hold on!" I snapped. I pissed in that gas can--and took my time about it, too. Isn't it women who so decry how men often view women as sex objects?

Despite the cuckolds browniety taste I couldn't get out of my mouth, I laid back down on the bench for her. Maybe the taste of her piss would replace the taste of the cuckolds brownie.

It didn't; it just added the taste of piss to the taste of cuckolds brownie.

A few more women used me. Then it happened. The woman sitting on my face, streaming her hot pee against my tongue, went "Urp! Ahhhch," and I suddenly felt my shirt and upper arms soaked. I instinctively reached to wipe my chest and got a handful of sticky, gooey mess. With my nose up her rectum, and my mouth under her hairy twat, I couldn't smell the puke that I was soaked in.

But when she stood to leave, the rancid odor of fresh vomit evoked the natural reaction in me, and I barely made it to the pail in time to puke my guts out. I only hoped that the cuckolds brownie that that previous woman had fed me came up with the mess, though I couldn't tell.

That done, I yanked my shirt off of wiped my chest and arms off as best I could with the clean back side, and tossed it in the pail with the puke.

"You okay?" the woman waiting for me asked. I turned to see that it was that cute redhead with the rose colored glasses who had used me back in the beginning. Holding her beer, she was visibly swaying back and forth and almost tripped while standing in place, but caught herself before she fell.

It occurred to me that maybe--just maybe--this being a human toilet might pay off for me. This girl was cute, and maybe I could get talking to her--get her number--or even go home with her later.

I smiled at her. "Yeah. I'm okay. I just had to puke."

"Good, 'cause I gotta pee so-o-o bad!"

So okay, I'll let her pee and then try and talk to her again before she leaves.

"C'mon!" she said a little testily. "I gotta go-o-o!"

I lay back down on the bench and she quickly pulled her jeans and panties down and sat on my face. Oh cuckolds brownie! Her pussy was dripping spunk into my mouth. Someone beat me to her--the bastard!

But instead of leaving, she pulled my pants down, letting my cock point to the ceiling once again, and swung a leg over my hips.

"Hey! You going to fuck me?" I asked.

"Yeah, don't you wanna?"

"Sure, but let me put on a rubber first." I reached into my pocket once again to get that rubber.

"I put my cervical cap in before I came. Fuck that rubber cuckolds brownie!"
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No sooner had I said, "Ok," she grabbed my member and sat herself down onto me, swallowing my cock with her pussy.

Once again, I began lifting my buttocks up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her cunt.

"Let me see your tits," I said as she rode me like a bucking bronco.

She rolled her top up over her breasts and then lifted her bra as her tittles jiggled free.

Her nipples were tiny red dots on no bigger than pimples on her perky little college-girl breasts.

"You like 'em?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said as I reached up to gently squeeze her nipples with each of my hands. I rolled her tiny nipples, that grew to not-so-tiny nipples in my fingers. And I continued to thrust my hips up into her as she sat on me.

It took longer this time, and was exhausting work, but I still came nonetheless.

While filling my second pussy with my spunk that night, the thought hit me--what if she wants me to clean her too?

Well, if I could just go home with someone that night, it'd be worth it.

I felt myself deflating insider her after I shot my load, and of course, she sat back on my face. "C'mon, clean me up now!"

At least it didn't seem as sickening as the first time. As she was pulling her pants up, I said, "So, how about meeting up later?"

"I don't think so," she said.

"Why not? We could have more fun tonight."

"You're not my type," she said and quickly left.

"Shit!"

A little later, the band stopped again and I asked the woman whose pee I just drank how the party was going.

"It's winding down," she said before staggering out the door to let the next woman in line in.

A few women later, I saw that satin red dress again. When she's a famous rock star, I'll have the memory of having given her an orgasm with my mouth and having takes her pee direct from her twat while she sat on my face--what a souvenir. I also decided that it would remain my secret--that I wouldn't run to the paparazzi with the account after she's famous. I thought about saying something witty to her, but I ran out of time before her ass was planted on my face.

I licked my lips after she stood, and swallowed the rest of her pee, then she looked down at me and said, "You look like a mess, pissboy. Smell like one, too."

"Well," I stammered, "this one girl puked on me, and another took a cuckolds brownie in my mouth, and my stomach feels like its going to burst from all the piss I drank." We stared at one another for a few seconds, then I dropped my gaze and added, "I'm fucked, ain't I?"

She grinned down at me and said, "Not yet."

"Huh?"

"You're done for the night." She held out her hand. "C'mon! Let's get you cleaned up."

"Uh..." I stammered.

Glancing down at the three cups overflowing with cash, she said, "Don't forget your tips."

"Yeah, right," I mumred and grabbed the soggy cash out of the cups and shoved it all into my pocket.

She took my hand and opened the door.

"Hey!" the first few girls in line yelled out as we exited the cabana.

"Sorry girls," she said. "The ladies' room is closed for repair." Walking through the back yard, I wondered where she was taking me. It was certainly a thrill to see guys I knew from class gawking at us, especially considering that I was lacking a shirt. And I wondered what kind of explaining I would owe my roommate later that night as we walked right past him--I imagined hearing the "thunk" of his jaw hitting the ground just then.

After walking down a short path to a parking lot for the frat house residents, she brought me inside a huge motorhome while the band members loaded their stuff into cargo holds underneath.

Winding our way to a bedroom in the back, she pointed me to a tiny bathroom and said, "Shower."

I dismissed my amazement that an up-and-coming rock star would want to help a cuckolds brownie- and puke-faced pissboy--I was just grateful to get a hot shower without having to walk back to the dorm half-naked, drenched in puke, and literally smelling like a filthy gas station bathroom.

I lost track of the time. I washed, and rinsed my mouth, and washed my hair, and gargled, and washed my hair, and gargled, and washed, and washed, and washed. I swear I also pissed a gallon in the shower. I must have been in that shower for a half an hour when she came into the bathroom and peeked into the shower stall.

"Ack!" I squealed.

"Just checking that you're still alive."

"I am," I said as my voice cracked. Despite my situation not too long ago, I still felt awkward to have a strange woman staring at me while I was naked.

"Good! I'm joining you."

"Oh-kay," I stammered. That throaty voice of hers was just so-o-o sexy. I then realized then that she was naked too. She stepped into the tiny shower stall with me. It was a tight fit. And what a body! Her breasts were nice and full, with thick puffy nipples aimed straight at me.

"Sorry I couldn't join you sooner, but I had to help the guys load the bus."

"No problem," I said. What else could I say?

"But since you're clean now, why don't you wash me?" At that, I realized that she did have a certain odor to her. She reached down and handed me a bar of soap. I suppose it's an understatement to say that performing on stage tends to make one perspire.

Before long, we were both clean and odor-free. We were also in bed together.

Our arms and legs were tangled together, and our mouths locked as we wrestled tongues.

After we had thoroughly exchanged saliva, she disengaged and crawled around and climbed on top of me with her thighs straddling my head and her head at my crotch.

"I hope you're not sick of kissing pussies, but if you eat mine again, I'll make it up to you."

I couldn't say, no. And I don't think I'll ever be sick of kissing pussies, anyway. I dove in. I found her clit and sucked it so hard that I made her come quicker than most guys come. I continued to tease her clit, making her body quake with every flick of my tongue. Men don't have much power over women, but I loved having a s******* that gave me such power over them in one small way.

"Wow!" she panted. "How do you do that?"

"I just do," I told her ass.

Then I knew it was my turn when I felt her engulf my cock in her mouth. After a night of having my face squashed by countless pussies and asses, I still felt primed despite all the orgasms I had that night. At least I wasn't on a hair trigger any more; and I was glad that she had to work on me for a while before I filled her mouth with my spunk.

She continued to suck until I was fully drained. She swallowed, then she rolled onto her back and said, "Fuck me, pissboy."

"With pleasure," I said as I mounted her and slid my cock between her legs.

Her pussy was still wet from my sucking, and I slid my cock inside her easily. She gasped as I began to thrust in and out, in and out. This time, I had to do the work to make myself come, especially to make me come a second time in a row, but it was worth the effort when we came together after a few minutes of exertion.

"Gaaaa!" I screamed as she dug her nails into my back while our bodies rocked together.

Finally exhausted, I fell off her and we kissed as we began to doze off to relax with all our limbs entangled together once again.

Then the bus started to move.

"Hey!" I said, coming suddenly awake.

"Don't panic, pissboy," she whispered in my ear in that throaty voice--that sexy, throaty voice. We have another gig tomorrow night. I'll get you back to school by Monday morning, all fresh and clean. Promise."

"Well," I grinned. "If you promise."

"But I could sure use my own fuckboy and pissboy. You might not want to go back to school."

She's right. Being a sex-toy to a female rock star? I just might not want to go back to school.

* END *
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Voici quelques semaines, Patrick, mon mari, a invité l'un de ses anciens amis, en stage dans la région. Il est dix-neuf heures, je termine de prépare le dîner bien que monsieur m'est prévenue de l'arrivée de mister copain qu'au dernier moment. Il faut préciser que depuis deux jours, nous sommes un peu en froid. On se dispute pour des peccadilles et l'on boude chacun de mister côté jusqu'à ce que Patrick vienne me taquiner. C'est ce qu'il fait. Il vient me peloter les fesses alors que je suis entre mes casseroles et mes assiettes.

Son pieu de chair me laboure Je viens de mettre la dernière touche à mon maquillage, j'ai revêtu mon tablier de protection, afin de ne pas tacher ma jupe moulante et mon chemisier. Je connais Patrick, il est un peu jaloux. Aussi, j'ai particulièrement soigné ma tenue et j'ai mis sous le chemisier un soutien gorge redresse-seins, donnant ainsi l'impression que mes seins mistert libres sous le tissu.
Patrick a dû le remarquer et il essaye de passer ses mains sous ma jupe, en profitant que les miennes soient occupées au fourneau. Je tente d'échapper à ses investigations en me tortillant, mais c'est peine perdue. Il baisse mon slip à mi-cuisses. Je lui ordonne de le remettre, sinon je l'enlève. Ses mains viennent s'incruster dans mon entrejambe au moment où Eric, notre invité, misterne à la porte.

Patrick m'abandonne, slip baissé, pour accueillir mister ami. De mon côté, dans la cuisine, après un bref moment d'hésitation, je décide d'ôter ma petite culotte afin de lui montrer que je sais mettre mes menaces à exécution. Puis je range mon tablier et je vais rejoindre les deux hommes au salon.
La soirée se passe remarquablement.

A l'apéritif et surtout à la fin du repas, au moment du digestif, j'ai pu faire apprécier mes jambes. Éric est sur le côté, tandis que Patrick, placé en face de moi, a obligatoirement dû apercevoir mon minou lorsque je décroise les jambes.

Éric a dû remarquer également quelque chose car Patrick a mister pantalon bien gonflé au niveau du bas-ventre. Finalement, comme il est tard, il nous laisse à regret. Nous l'accompagnons jusqu'à la porte. Patrick m'a prise par la taille et n'hésite pas à me caresser le haut des reins. A peine la porte refermée, mon mari se jette sur moi. Je dois avouer que je suis également terriblement excitée. Etre entièrement nue sous ma jupe devant deux hommes pendant toute la soirée, m'a mise dans tous mes états. En un tournemain, Patrick m'ôte le haut et le bas et nous nous retrouvons à poil, tête-bêche, allongés sur la moquette de l'entrée.

Tandis qu'il me lèche la foufoune, j'empoigne à pleine main mister membre dur et chaud. Le gland que je décalotte et recalotte au rythme de ma caresse, est déjà humide. Le saligaud a dû bander toute la soirée. J'active mon mouvement en le traitant de "salaud qui exhibe sa femme devant mister copain!". Cela semble l'exciter, et je continue en l'accusant d'être un voyeur sans scrupules qui aimerait bien voir sa femme se faire baiser par mister copain. A ma grande surprise, il ne proteste pas. Son
sexe durcit encore entre mes mains. Je le sens tressauter et frémir avant d'éjaculer plusieurs giclées de sperme sur ma poitrine, mister ventre et mes mains. Il y en a partout, mais heureusement pas sur la moquette.

La séance n'a duré que cinq minutes et je reste, pour ma part, complètement frustrée. Patrick, un peu gêné par une jouissance aussi rapide, s'éclipse dans la salle à manger tandis que je vais me nettoyer dans la salle de bains. Je reste un peu dépitée quand on misterne à l'Interphone. C'est Eric qui demande à venir récupérer ses clefs d'appartement qu'il a dû laisser dans le salon.

Je lui ouvre et tandis qu'il monte l'escalier, je me précipite sur ma jupe et mon boléro que j'enfile en toute hâte. Puis je le fais entrer au salon où il retrouve rapidement ses clefs, glissées sous la table. Il me demande où est passé Patrick. Je lui réponds qu'il est allé se coucher. Eric me propose alors de terminer de débarrasser la table. Dans la cuisine où il m'apporte les derniers verres, il n'hésite pas à s'approcher de moi et à me serrer de très près. J'essaye de le repousser. Je lui dis que Patrick peut survenir à tout instant et nous surprendre. Il me rétorque alors qu'il a tout entendu tout à l'heure derrière la porte, et qu'il est tout excité à l'idée de trousser la femme qui s'est promenée nue sous sa jupe. Joignant le geste à la parole, il passe ses mains sous le tissu et me flatte les cuisses et les hanches. Il rajoute en plus qu'il sait que Patrick est caché derrière la porte du salon et qu'il doit nous observer.

Persuadée qu'il ment, je lui fais une proposition ; j'accepte qu'il m'embrasse si c'est vrai, et qu'il parte immédiatement si c'est faux. Sûr de moi, je vais dans le salon. Je fais semblant de chercher un couvert tombé par terre et, à quatre pattes sous la table, j'inspecte la partie entrouverte du salon. Oh stupeur! Patrick est bien là! Je vois parfaitement ses pieds et même une partie de l'ombre de mister corps sur la cloimister du couloir.

Eric me rappelle à mister souvenir en me demandant si j'ai bien trouvé ce que je cherchais. J'acquiesce en me redressant précipitamment.Je peste contre Patrick te mister voyeurisme.

Eric s'est rapproché de moi par-derrière. Il met ses mains sur mon ventre. Je mets les miennes sur les siennes. Je sens mister souffle sur mon cou, et mister corps tout contre le mien. J'ai une soudaine envie de faire l'amour et une folle excitation m'envahit :
- Patrick est couché, dit Eric tout haut. S'il désire venir, nous devrions l'entendre venir d'ici une minute.

Mais Patrick ne bouge pas. J'ai de plus en plus de mal à contenir les mains d'Eric qui vagabondent sur mes hanches, sur mes cuisses, sur mon ventre à même la peau. Il m'ordonne de l'embrasser. Toujours de dos et debout, je lance mes mains derrière sa nuque et, ma tête posée sur mister épaule, il joint ses lèvres aux miennes. Patrick ne bouge pas. Un sentiment étrange m'envahit. Mon esprit voudrait qu'il intervienne mais mon corps désire ardemment le contraire. Du reste, les mains d'Eric mistert remontées jusqu'à mes seins qu'il pétrit maintenant sans ménagement. Il pince doucement les pointes exacerbées pour de nouveau les malaxer à pleines mains.

Il m'ôte mon chemisier, et c'est torse comme nu que je m'exhibe. Ses mains caressent mes hanches, puis descendent le long de mes cuisses. Soudain, d'un geste bref, il me retrousse entièrement la jupe, découvrant mon cul et ma chatte toute mouillée. Patrick peut entrer maintenant, je ne me contrôle plus.

Eric, d'une main plonge dans mon minou, tandis que l'autre misterde mon sillon fessier. Je donne de petits coups de reins pour mieux sentir la main qui me fouille le ventre. L'autre main teste l'élasticité de ma petite pastille, à ce jour inviolée. Je sens un doigt mutin powerr sans difficulté mon petit œillet rose. Il s'enfonce profondément dans mon cul. Eric me branle des deux côtés à la fois. Ma chatte et mon cul mistert en feu. Un premier orgasme me submerge.

Je m'abandonne complètement à Eric qui termine de se déshabiller. Je sens sa bite sur mes reins. Il me fait pencher en avant. Je prends appui sur le rebord de la table de la salle à manger en lui offrant ma croupe comme dessert. Je creuse les reins tandis qu'il promène, debout derrière moi, sa queue le long de mon sillon ténébreux. Les lobes écartés, je suis prête à tout. Son gland s'arrête sur ma rosette qu'il presse un peu, avant de continuer plus bas entre mes lèvres ruisselantes. Il les
écarte avec mister sexe avant de l'enfoncer d'un coup au tréfonds de mon ventre, me donnant un nouvel orgasme. Il me bourre, il me lime, il me pistonne vigoureusement. Son ventre claque sur mes fesses à chaque pénétration. Il fait trembler mes seins volumineux en me secouant.

Je n'hésite pas à dire tout haut le plaisir que me donne Eric. Nous changeons de position. Je m'allonge, le dos sur la table de la salle à manger. Il m'écarte les cuisses, et me pénètre à nouveau sans ménagements. A chaque coup de reins, je vois sa belle queue luisante disparaître au fond de mon ventre. Je devine Patrick en train de nous regarder et cela me stimule encore plus. J'ouvre largement mes jambes pour qu'Eric s'enfonce encore mieux. Il me bourre la chatte à grands
coups de pine. Le rythme s'accélère encore. Je jouis une nouvelle fois le supplie d'en finir, mais il ne réduit pas sa cadence, au contraire.

Il me pilonne jusqu'à ce que, enfin, il décharge ses bourses gonflées de plaisir en plusieurs jets drus et puissants au fond de mon ventre.

Après le départ d'Eric et un passage dans la salle de bains, je rejoins Patrick qui ne dort pas. Il me saute dessus et, plus excité que jamais, me trousse comme une pute. Il jouit toujours aussi rapidement, mais cette fois je suis trop épuisée pour lui en vouloir.

Le lendemain après-midi, j'ai rendez-vous avec Eric. J'avertis Patrick et lui propose de se cacher dans le placard de la chambre. A ma demi-surprise, il accepte.

Eric arrive vers 15 heures. Rapidement, je l'entraîne vers la chambre où je prends tout mon temps pour attirer mon amant et mon mari spectateur.
Je prends des poses plus que suggestives en me déshabillant, et je lui demande d'en faire autant. Rapidement, nous nous retrouvons nus sur le lit, l'un contre l'autre. Il me prend en levrette, puis il s'allonge sur le dos et je le chevauche. Sa main glisse sur ma colonne vertébrale, descend jusqu'au sillon fessier. Un doigt s'enfonce à l'intérieur de mon anus. Prise de tous côtés, je me démène pour me faire pénétrer au maximum. Je pense un court instant à Patrick qui doit observer sa femme en train de jouir sur la belle pine d'Eric. Ce dernier s'active fébrilement. Il me retourne et me plaque sur le dos. Il m'écarte les cuisses et reprend mister mouvement de piston. Je suis aux anges, et je maintiens moi-même mes jambes, telle une salope des bas-quartiers. Eric s'est mis au-dessus de moi. Son pieu de chair me laboure le ventre. Soudain il se dégage, prend mister sexe dans la main et le dirige un peu plus bas vers ma petite corolle

Son gland teste le petit œillet qui résiste un instant. Je n'ose bouger. Un sentiment de crainte et d'envie m'immobilise. La pression s'intensifie et la rosace humidifiée, élargie par ses doigts inquisiteurs, finit par céder. Lentement, doucement mais sûrement, la pine d'Eric s'enfonce jusqu'à la garde. Il m'encule complètement. Je sens ses couilles velues chatouiller le bas de mes reins. La brûlure initiale s'estompe. Il commence à bouger, doucement d'abord, puis de plus en plus rapidement. Il me traite de tous les noms. J'ai l'impression qu'il va m'écarteler. Il est terriblement excité et moi aussi. J'ai véritablement le feu au cul. Je le supplie d'en terminer, mais il continue à m'enculer à couilles rabattues jusqu'à ce qu'il finisse par éjaculer au fin fond de mes entrailles. Nous refaimisters l'amour deux fois avant qu'il ne parte ; dans la salle de bains, sous la douche, et dans le couloir au moment du départ, où il décharge au fond de ma gorge en me faisant avaler le jus de sa jouissance.

Une fois parti, Patrick me saute dessus mais moins fébrilement que la veille. Je le soupçonne de s'être soulagé tout seul en nous regardant, sans pouvoir attendre davantage.
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Merci pour ces deux petits textes bien ...excitants...
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Mais de rien vanbruje toujours heureux de voir qu'il y a d'autres lecteurs
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Mes retrouvailles avec mon épouse


Sylvie travaillait dans un hôpital. Elle avait pour collègue une femme, Patricia, qui me faisait fantasmer. Plus jeune, une belle silhouette. Je ne cessais de penser à ses seins, ses cuisses charnues et ses hanches larges faites pour l’amour. Sylvie, mon épouse, me vantait ses qualités à tout bout de champ. Elle me parlait de ses amants. Je discernais une certaine envie dans ses propos.

— Elle est belle et tous les hommes lui courent après.

J’étais un peu dégoûté. Si vraiment cette belle femme couchait, pourquoi pas avec moi ? Il fallait que je tente ma chance. Enfin, comment réagirait Sylvie si elle s’apercevait que je faisais la cour à sa collègue ? Un après-midi, je me suis invité à prendre un café sur le lieu de travail de mon épouse. La belle Patricia était venue se joindre à nous. J’ai tout de suite cherché à lui plaire, j’essayais de briller, je faisais tout pour la faire rire. En connaisseur, je pouvais lire dans ses yeux que je ne lui étais pas indifférent et Sylvie se rendait bien compte de quelque chose.

— Arrête de la draguer, sinon je vais finir par être jalouse.

L’instinct féminin ? C’est pourtant ma femme qui a proposé d’inviter le couple un soir à dîner à la maimister. C’était le moment ou jamais de me montrer audacieux. J’ai tout préparé avec soin. J’ai acheté le champagne, les vins, et j’ai moi-même cuisiné. J’ai dressé la table avec ce que nous avions de plus beau. Un vrai repas de fête.

J’ai tout de suite remarqué que le mari de Patricia, grand, bien physiquement, jetait des regards vicieux sur ma moitié et que ma femme de mister côté ne paraissait pas insensible à mister élégance décontractée et à mister aisance. Trop préoccupé par Patricia, je ne m’étais pas aperçu que Bruno draguait ma femme. Ça m’a tout de même fait un choc ! Mais il me fallait faire la conquête de sa collègue qui répondait à mes attentions appuyées. Le repas s’est déroulé dans la bonne humeur. Les plaisanteries fusaient. Nous éclations de rire pour des bêtises. Le vin nous aidait à ne pas penser à ce qu’il pouvait y avoir d’ambigu et de non-dit dans les intentions de chacun. Sous la table, mon pied, sans que je l’aie fait exprès, s’est retrouvé contre celui de Patricia qui n’a pas retiré le sien. Il me semblait que parfois Bruno posait sa main sur la cuisse de Sylvie. J’ai fini par comprendre que nos nouveaux amis avaient manigancé cette rencontre à quatre.

Après le repas, j’ai éteint la lumière. Il ne restait plus que la lueur des bougies. J’ai mis de la musique d’ambiance pour combler le silence pesant. En fait, je ne savais plus trop ce que je désirais. J’ai été pris d’un sentiment de panique lorsque j’ai vu que Sylvie allait s’allonger sur le canapé et que Bruno la rejoignait. Elle a posé sa tête sur ses genoux et fermé les yeux.

Patricia se trouvait dans un fauteuil à l’autre bout de la pièce. Elle me souriait. Partagé entre mon désir pour elle et ma rancœur de voir Sylvie s’abandonner si facilement aux caresses d’un autre, je me suis assis à ses pieds. J’avais bu. La tête me tournait. Patricia a passé ses doigts dans mes cheveux. La main de Bruno s’est glissée sous le léger corsage de Sylvie qui se laissait peloter les seins. J’ai enlacé les genoux de Patricia. Elle s’est penchée vers moi et m’a donné sa bouche. Nos lèvres se mistert frôlées. Sa langue s’est promenée sur ma peau. Ses regards tendres me troublaient. Nous nous sommes mangés de baisers. Elle s’est laissée glisser sur le tapis à côté de moi.

— Tu me plais beaucoup, Alain.

Elle m’a murmuré ces mots à l’oreille d’une voix chaude et j’ai basculé sur elle. Mon genou a séparé ses cuisses. Nos ventres se mistert collés l’un contre l’autre. Je sentais mister pubis contre ma verge qui enflait. Ma main a froissé mister chemisier pour atteindre ses seins. J’ai retroussé sa jupe pour ôter mister string.

— Attends.

Elle a retiré ses vêtements un à un, libérant ses seins lourds et dénudant mister ventre, ses cuisses. Puis elle a tenu à me déshabiller. La pâle lumière des bougies soulignait ses courbes. Je bandais. Nous nous sommes retrouvés nus l’un contre l’autre.

Je n’ai pas pu me retenir de jeter un coup d’œil sur le canapé où Sylvie, les jambes relevées, avait un homme couché sur elle. Bruno baisait ma femme. Cette image, ce jour-là, au lieu d’aiguillonner mon désir, m’a effrayé. Je l’ai entendue gémir et j’ai débandé aussitôt. J’ai contemplé un instant Patricia nue couchée sous moi. Elle était belle et chaude. Elle m’a attirée vers elle et a saisi ma verge pour lui redonner vigueur.

— Viens, Alain, j’ai envie de toi.

Alors, je n’ai plus pensé qu’à elle et je l’ai pénétrée. C’était doux et fort à la fois. Nous sommes restés longtemps ainsi, soudés l’un à l’autre. Elle me laissait faire, accompagnant mon rythme d’un mouvement lent et lascif de tout mister corps. Elle me regardait de ses yeux chavirés et me souriait. Je pouvais lire sur mister visage le plaisir qu’elle éprouvait. Je me sentais fort et sûr de moi. Je l’ai limée sans ressentir un début de jouissance monter de mes reins. J’ai accéléré l’allure sans plus de réussite.

Bruno, assis sur le bord du canapé, fumait, tout en me regardant enconner sa femme. Sylvie allongée, les cuisses ouvertes, dormait. Je ne sais pas quelle heure il pouvait être. Patricia s’était mise à crier mister orgasme, sans déclencher le mien. Manquant de souffle, je me suis permis une mi-temps. Elle s’est levée et rhabillée le plus naturellement du monde.

— On pourrait se voir samedi, Alain, si tu veux et si Sylvie veut. Je vous appelle. Si vous êtes d’accord, nous passerons le week-end ensemble.
— Tu as envie de me revoir ?
— Bien sûr, idiot !

Sur le seuil, avant de partir, Patricia s’est serrée contre moi et m’a accordé un dernier baiser devant mister mari, tout cela me perturbait.

Quand elle s’est réveillée, Sylvie, dégrisée, surprise de se trouver en face de moi alors qu’elle espérait peut-être voir Bruno, a fondu en larmes. Je l’ai envoyée prendre une douche et je nous ai fait du café.

Après une heure de discussion, elle a fini par avouer qu’elle avait éprouvé du plaisir avec Bruno, à défaut de moi avec Patricia, et que c’était elle qui avait manigancé ce dîner avec Sylvie et Bruno pour se retrouver avec lui et me jeter dans les bras de sa collègue. Cela faisait des semaines qu’il lui faisait du rentre-dedans, et il avait fini par l’entraîner dans sa voiture pour faire l’amour. Cela ne m’avait fait ni chaud ni froid.
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J’ai tout naturellement alors pensé au corps de Patricia, j’avais envie de la revoir. Je me suis mis en devoir de déculpabiliser Sylvie en lui expliquant que puisque nous ne parvenions pas à bien faire l’amour ensemble, il ne fallait pas refuser le plaisir que l’on pouvait prendre autrement. Que cela n’avait rien à voir avec l’amour, mais seulement le plaisir des sens, que cela ne troublerait en rien notre mariage, à condition que nous ne nous cachions rien. C’est ce qu’elle voulait entendre, j’avais bien compris qu’avec ou sans moi, elle ferait n’importe quoi pour revoir mister amant.

Vis-à-vis d’elle, mes sentiments étaient très partagés. Je ressentais une sourde colère, presque enfantine, de voir la femme que j’aimais et que j’avais épousée tripotée par un autre. C’était comme si on me volait mon jouet. Ça me faisait littéralement mal au ventre de savoir qu’elle prenait mister pied dans les bras d’un autre, alors que je ne savais pas la faire jouir. En même temps, je venais de découvrir autre chose. Voir ma femme les seins nus, les cuisses ouvertes prête à accueillir un homme, m’avait empêché de jouir. Je l’avais observée, tout en caressant Patricia, serrant entre ses cuisses relevées Bruno qui allait et venait dans mister con, qui m’appartenait tout de même. C’était sur cette dernière image que j’avais éteint ma lampe.

Un peu plus tard dans la nuit, je ne parvenais toujours pas au sommeil. Surexcité au fur et à mesure que les minutes et les quarts d’heure se succédaient. À un moment, je rallumai ma lampe de chevet.

— Tu es malade ou quoi ? jeta Sylvie, dressée sur ses coudes. Tu as vu l’heure ?

Elle se bloqua, ahurie. Mon sexe sortit de mon caleçon. Un sexe énorme. Comme je ne l’avais jamais vu.

— Alain, fit-elle d’une voix changée, qu’est-ce… qu’il t’arrive… y a des semaines…

Je soufflais comme un phoque.

— Tourne-toi. À quatre pattes. Fesses en l’air. Et ouvre tes fesses à deux mains.

Effarée, elle obéit. Elle se mit dans la position exacte que je lui avais demandée, celle que j’exigeais d’elle, plutôt. Je la pénétrai avec une violence qui la fit hurler.

— Doucement ! geignait-elle de temps en temps. On va réveiller les voisins.

Je la défonçais comme un Turc.

— Rien à f… des voisins ! Qu’ils viennent. Qu’ils voient comment on baise une salope…

Une heure et demie plus tard, je m’allongeai.

— Excuse-moi, fis-je, je suis un peu fatigué. Je ne t’ai jamais avoué ça, mais si je pouvais te prendre là où…

Sylvie se tortilla.

— Ça va, j’ai pigé. Bon Dieu, pourquoi faut-il qu’on ait attendu douze ans ?

En une heure et demie de temps, nous avions rattrapé treize ans de coinçage. Je me penchai vers elle et lui attrapai le bout du sein gauche avec les dents. En même temps, j’étudiai le visage de ma femme. Mon ex-prude de femme, mon ex-adepte de la position de missionnaire systématique.

Je l’attrapai par les épaules et la collai contre moi, seins battant contre mon torse.

— Sylvie, balbutiai-je, laisse tomber tout ça. Je n’y comprends rien. Tout ce que je vois de clair, c’est qu’après tant d’années, on se retrouve.

Sylvie éclata de rire, seins secoués.

— Je n’ai jamais osé te le demander, murmura-t-elle d’une voix de gorge. Mais il y a des siècles que j’en ai envie. Ça t’ennuierait de me lécher la chatte… ?
— OK, fis-je, mais avant, tu me lèches moi. Tu vois ce que je veux dire ?

Tandis que Sylvie commençait à s’exécuter, je me mis à misterger à ce qui allait se produire le samedi prochain…

Le samedi suivant, Bruno et Patricia mistert venus nous prendre en voiture. Sylvie s’est installée à côté de Bruno qui conduisait. Je me suis, quant à moi, assis à l’arrière à côté de Patricia qui a tout de suite posé sa main sur ma cuisse et s’est blottie contre moi.

— Je suis heureuse. Nous allons avoir deux journées ensemble, m’a murmuré Patricia.
— Et deux nuits ?
— Si Sylvie consent à te donner à moi…

Nos nouveaux amis avaient le don de rendre tout facile. Permisterne ne semblait se poser de questions. Je n’éprouvais plus le moindre sentiment de jalousie ou de culpabilité. Ils possédaient un pavillon avec un grand jardin très fleuri. L’après-midi s’est passée au soleil sur la terrasse au bord de la piscine en pin. Je tenais compagnie à Patricia qui bronzait en exposant ses seins lourds. À ma grande surprise, Sylvie pourtant très pudique avait ôté, elle aussi, mister soutien-gorge. Parfois elle se jetait à l’eau et Bruno la rejoignait, se frottait contre elle en la bécotant et ça ne me faisait à présent plus rien.

— Ce n’est pas le tout, mais si nous voulons dîner ce soir, il faudrait aller faire les courses, a déclaré Patricia.
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Elle a exigé que je l’accompagne dans sa salle de bains et nous avons pris une douche commune. Après l’avoir enduit de savon, je caressais mister corps. Elle se colla contre moi, soulevant une cuisse pour que je puisse la pénétrer facilement. Nous avons fait l’amour debout sous le jet de l’eau tiède. Puis nous sommes partis tous les deux à la supérette. Elle conduisait et riait lorsque ma main touchait mister sexe sous sa jupe. Elle n’avait pas mis de culotte.

— Arrête, tu vas nous faire avoir un accident !

Quand nous sommes rentrés, j’ai tout de suite compris que Sylvie et Bruno avaient profité de notre absence pour s’envoyer en l’air. Je m’en fichais ! J’aimais Patricia.

Après dîner, nous sommes encore restés à savourer un digestif. Sylvie était allongée sur le canapé et Bruno lui tenait l’épaule. C’est Patricia qui s’est levée la première. Elle m’a tendu la main.

— Viens.

J’ai posé un chaste baiser sur le front de Sylvie et je suivis ma maîtresse. Elle posa un foulard rouge sur l’abat-jour de la lampe de chevet et s’est déshabillée devant moi, splendide et indécente. Elle s’approcha et commença par délacer mes chaussures. Elle se tenait accroupie. Je pouvais voir ses longs cheveux clairs flotter sur ses épaules. Elle a ouvert mon pantalon, sorti ma verge et la lécha avec beaucoup de tendresse.

Nous avons fait l’amour. Ensuite, une grande partie de la nuit, nous avons parlé de nous, de nos goûts respectifs, et nous avons baisé à nouveau. Nous étions insatiables. Au petit jour, tout engourdi de sommeil, je m’approchai d’elle qui me tournait le dos. Je bandais à nouveau. Elle souleva sa cuisse et je l’ai pénétrée tout doucement. Nous nous sommes endormis ainsi, soudés l’un à l’autre.

Le lendemain matin, je retrouvai un peu gêné Sylvie qui avait les yeux cernés. Je l’avais oubliée pendant toute la nuit. Après une grande promenade dans les bois, nous avons déjeuné dehors avant de nous retrouver pour une longue sieste.

Le soir, après dîner, nous nous retrouvions chacun avec le conjoint de l’autre. Sylvie était encore troublée au moment de nous séparer mais je la quittai sans remords pour rejoindre Patricia.

Nous étions à présent complices. En plus du plaisir, nous avions bien des points communs, Patricia et moi. Mais au-delà de tout, je ressentais une excitation perverse et vive à voir ma femme dans les bras de Bruno.

C’était le même sentiment qui me poussait, lors de nos séances de masturbation, à questionner sans relâche Sylvie pour qu’elle me raconte dans le détail chacun des gestes de mister amant, qu’elle me répétait combien elle jouissait lorsqu’elle avait sa queue en elle. Elle aussi, ça l’excitait de parler de lui en termes crus. Et nous finissions toujours par baiser dans une étreinte violente qui ressemblait plus à une lutte acharnée qu’à de l’amour. Nous en sortions épuisés et déchirés. Mais grâce à eux, nous avions trouvé un moyen de jouir ensemble.

Bien sûr, je n’en avais jamais rien dit à Patricia. La lassitude a fini par me gagner. Patricia, de plus en plus amoureuse de moi, me le faisait comprendre par ces attentions délicieuses qu’ont les femmes qui aiment, un geste tendre, un regard ému, un cadeau. Mais il y avait trop de sentiment dans cette relation. Je pensais trop à elle, toujours inquiet, attentif à ses réactions, impatient de la retrouver, d’où des occasions manquées et des rendez-vous annulés. Je supportais mal d’être dépendant d’elle, d’eux. Bruno était en effet un homme très occupé.

Patricia, par souci d’équité envers Sylvie, refusait de me voir seul, même pour déjeuner. Si j’insistais, elle prévenait mon épouse et nous nous retrouvions à trois.

Il me fallait donc trépigner en attendant le samedi, mister coup de téléphone nous prévenant qu’ils passeraient nous chercher. Bruno, pour cause de travaux, me semblait-il, était de plus en plus occupé. Il avait décommandé plusieurs week-ends de suite. Peut-être se lassait-il de Sylvie qui, elle aussi, même si elle ne me le disait pas, souffrait de cette situation. Peut-être, malgré ses airs sûrs de lui, s’inquiétait-il de voir sa femme trop attachée à mon charme ?

Nos ébats étaient cependant toujours ardents. Patricia aimait que je lui attache les poignets aux barreaux du lit avec ses bas. Je lui liais également les chevilles en lui maintenant les jambes écartées. Elle se trouvait ainsi entièrement livrée à mes désirs. Son corps entravé ondulait, tentait de se soulever tandis qu’elle secouait sa tête et qu’elle gémissait.

Un jour, il y avait sur la table la cravache qu’elle utilisait lorsqu’elle montait mister cheval. Je l’ai prise. Je pouvais lire dans mister regard de l’angoisse. Avais-je le droit d’aller si loin ? J’ai simplement effleuré ses seins et fouillé sa fente du bout de la tige en cuir, jusqu’à jouissance de sa part.

L’intensité de nos jeux et cette dépendance commençaient à l’alarmer. Elle m’en a fait part. Un soir pourtant, elle a voulu improviser, exigeant même de garder sa culotte. Une lueur sale brillait dans ses yeux. Si j’étais excité, elle ne l’était pas moins que moi. Du bout des doigts, elle enfonçait le fond de mister slip entre les lèvres de mister sexe. Le geste devait déclencher une onde de plaisir en elle parce qu’elle se cambra et laissa échapper un gémissement, avant de dire :

— Ma culotte est assez mouillée pour toi, ou il t’en faut encore ?

Je répliquai que dans l’état où il était, le tissu n’absorberait rien de plus. Ce n’était pas une serviette-éponge. Elle glissa ses pouces sous l’élastique du slip et, lentement, le tira vers le bas. Je pensais qu’elle prenait mister temps pour faire durer le spectacle mais je me demandais si ce n’était pas aussi par précaution, pour ne pas jouir trop vite. En effet, la dentelle était collée à sa vulve. Une fois le slip arrivé au niveau des cuisses, les choses étaient plus simples. Patricia se baissa pour le faire passer sous ses pieds, toujours chaussés de ses escarpins. Ensuite, elle se redressa, et me le lança. Je l’attrapai au vol et enfouis ma figure dedans, déjà enivré par la forte odeur de mouille fraîche qui en émanait.

Tout à mon fantasme, j’oubliai Patricia mais elle s’agrippa à moi pour m’attirer sur la moquette. Je me retrouvai allongé sur le dos. Elle défit mon jeans avec des gestes bien appris avant de s’accroupir sur mon ventre. Le temps de bien viser, et elle s’assit sans ménagement sur ma verge qui s’enfonça dans mister vagin comme un couteau dans du beurre tiède. Elle entama un va-et-vient vertical à un rythme effréné. Cette position avait au moins le mérite de laisser tout le travail à ma partenaire. Je saisis l’occasion pour remettre la culotte sur ma figure. La jouissance de Patricia arriva très vite. Je l’accompagnai en reniflant mister slip de plus belle. Après, elle m’entraîna sous la douche.

Puis peu à peu nos relations se mistert de plus en plus espacées, se faisant même rares. Ma jalousie était réapparue. J’ai pensé que Patricia avait trouvé un nouvel amant. Sylvie également souffrait de ne plus voir Bruno autant qu’elle aurait voulu. Nous vivions toujours avec l’incertitude du week-end. Allaient-ils nous appeler pour confirmer ou annuler ?

Sylvie, ne voyant plus Patricia sur mister lieu de travail, reportait sa rage contre moi, m’appelait sans cesse au bureau pour me demander si j’avais des nouvelles. Elle me rendait la vie difficile. Je me suis dit que mon épouse était trop attachée à Bruno. J’ai alors décidé de passer à autre chose. Comme ça, la rupture serait réelle. Je me disais que plus elle aurait d’amants, plus elle me resterait fidèle. Il y avait en moi une sorte de démon qui me poussait en faire le jouet de mes désirs érotiques.

Mes vieux fantasmes reprenaient le dessus…
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odieux chantage


Cette histoire se passe dans une petite ville provençale en région PACA où vit Ella.
Qui est elle ???Ella est une célibataire banale de 30 ans habitant encore chez ses parents .
Son physique ? plutôt quelconque
Son style ? très vieillot et avec ses lunettes elle fait intello et vieille fille
Ses hobbies ? rien ne l’intéresse à part la lecture et la musique classique
Ses amours ? très platonique ne sors jamais et a très peu d’amis
Les seuls câlins quelle reçoit actuellement mistert ceux de Rox le chien de ses parents qui lorsqu’elle rentre chez elle l’accueille chaleureusement
Son travaille ? conseillère dans un petit cabinet assurance de 3 permisternes Yves 50 ans et dirigeant Maude 40 ans conseillère également

L’histoire peut alors commencer

Ella comme chaque matin se rends à mister lieu de travaille à pieds, c’est l’été l’air est dejà chaud , le soleil glisse sur sa peau blanchâtre . Vivement les vacances se dit elle tout en marchant l’air mistergeur , encore une journée barbante et interminable soupire t elle en avançant d’un pas lourd .
20 minutes plus tard Ella est devant mister agence ,le rideau métallique est levé , elle prend une grande aspiration et entre
-bonjour Yves bonjour maude
dit elle en souriant de mister mieux
- ha enfin tu es là tu es encore en retard aujourd’hui , dépêches toi et va vite à ton bureau
dit maude d’un ton sec. Ella baissa la tête et alla vite s’installer à mister bureau , elle subissait sans rien dire aux brimades quotidiennes de sa collègue de bureau .
Une fois mister pc allumé un client s’installa à mister bureau , trop occupée à tout mettre en place elle ne le vit arriver et s’est en relevant sa tête quelle reconnu cyril un ancien camarade de classe qui a plus passé ses années scolaires à se moquer delle plutôt que d’essayer d’être mister ami .
-bonjour Ella comment vas-tu
dit il avec mister sourire ravageur
-très bien et toi
bégaya t elle
-bien merci excuse moi d’arriver ainsi mais je voulais que ce soit toi qui t’occupes de mon dossier
lui souffle t il d’une voix mielleuse
-que t’ arrive t il
dit elle surprise
-j’ai joué de malchance hier soir je suis rentré tard d’une fête et j’ai pas mal abimé ma voiture et je ne vais pas te mentir jetais saoul
- ho tu n’as rien j’espère
- non moi ça va merci
- attends je sors ton dossier et je vais te calculer combien cela va te couter en gros
- heu cest pour cela que je voulais que cela soit toi car je suis juste en ce moment et jai besoin de ma voiture au plus vite alors je pensais que tu allais arranger tout cela
- mais comment veux tu que je fasse
- vandalisme et comme je suis tous risque cela ne me coutera rien
- mais je ne peux pas cyril je risque ma place en faisant cela
dit elle à voix basse et paniquée
- allez tu peux faire cela en souvenir du bon vieux temps je ne suis pas un inconnu et en échange je t’invite au restaurant et après on ira danser >
Ella avait toujours été amoureuse de lui en secret et là il lui faisait un si beau numéro de charme quelle ne pouvait rester insensible à ses avances , elle qui n’était plus sorti avec un homme depuis si longtemps et en plus quel homme une chance pareille ne se reproduirait pas d’aussi tôt
-bon je vois que je me suis trompé sur toi , ne t’inquiètes pas je ne t’embêterais plus avec mes déboires
dit il sur un ton sec et commence à se lever
- non attends je vais voir ce que je peux faire repasse en début d’après midi
dit elle doucement
- ok Ella tu ne le regretteras pas
dit il en lui souriant puis partit
Ella tremblait car elle savait que ce quelle allait faire était dangereux mais elle ne pouvait s’empêcher de rêver à se formidable diner .
La fin de matinée arriva vite , Ella était toujours dans ses pensées romantiques qui s’évapora lorsque soudain maude s’écria
-Ella on ferme tu pars manger ???
-non merci j’ai des dossiers en retard je vais rester ici à travailler
- ha c’est sure à l’heure que tu arrives
dit elle sèchement Yves derrière ne pu s’empêcher de rire et dit
- fermes derrière nous et on reviens vers 14h00 tu nous ouvriras et j’espère que tu auras finis tes dossiers en retard , poses les sur mon bureau
et il claqua la porte
Ella souffrait de leurs brimades et celles-ci étaient la goutte d’eau qui faisait renverser le vase,
Dun élan de colère elle prit le dossier de cyril et falsifia sans aucuns remords ni craintes .
Une fois fini elle le posa sur mister bureau et se jeta à corps perdu dans mister travail.
Comme promis ils arrivèrent vers 14h00 leur ouvra la porte et elle vit cyril qui se garait au loin , mister cœur s’emballa et commença à devenir toute rouge
-que t’arrive t il petite idiote
demanda maude
-rien il fait chaud c’est tout
répondit elle gênée
Maude se retourna et aperçu cyril quelle reconnu de suite , c’était bien le jeune homme de ce matin qui ne voulait pas quelle s’occupe de mister dossier et qui revenait. Tout ceci lui mis la puce à l’oreille , elle connaissait fort bien Ella ,il était trop beau pour que ce soit mister petit ami, mister expérience et sa curiosité avaient alertés tous ses sens et elle allait être aux aguets.
Cyril rentra et alla directement voir Ella
-assieds toi j’ai ton dossier tu n’as qua le signer
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Il prit un stylo et signa les documents , lui redonna et sourit et dit
- à samedi soir 20h00 au restaurant le mirendeau voici mon numéro si tu ne peux venir
Ella pris sa carte et dit
-bien à samedi soir alors
Cyril parti , maude qui avait tout écouté n’en revenait pas et se demandait pourquoi quelqu’un comme lui invitait quelqu’un comme elle, sa suspicion était encore plus grande qu’auparavant
Ella était sur une autre planète ce qui énervait de plus belle sa collègue de travail .
Ella prit le dossier et alla le poser sur le bureau de mister chef et dit
- Yves cest un cas de vandalisme flagrant
-très bien je vais voir cela
lui repond il
Ella retourna à mister bureau passant devant maude qui bien sure avait tout entendu, puis la journée fut enfin terminée et Ella partit chez elle toute radieuse et depuis si longtemps heureuse . Maude qui avait attendu qu’ella parte se jeta sur le bureau de mister chef et dit
- Yves c’est quoi cette histoires de vandalisme , tu as eu le temps de regarder ???
-oui pourquoi tout me parait en règle
- je sais pas j’ai une intuition que c’est une arnaque à l’assurance
-non tu crois que Ella serait capable de cela
-oui car ils mont parus très complices regarde cela s’est déroulé dans un parking dehors et apparemment pas d’autres voitures ont étés vandalisées, c’est bizarre et en plus je lais vu se garer tout le coté droit était rayé comme sil avait touché quelque chose en roulant
- effectivement tas raimister je vais demander à l’expert de sen charger et il nous dira
-bonne idée je l’appelle tout de suite pour qu’il sen charge demain
Puis elle téléphona à cyril pour qu’il emmène demain matin sa voiture à un garage agrée afin de commencer les réparations et bien sur cyril accepta sans se soucier du piège qui se refermait sur eux ;
Le lendemain matin Ella alla travailler comme si de rien n’était ainsi que Cyril emmena la voiture au garage désigné par Maude et bien sur l’expert fit mister rapport et se rendit à l’agence.
C’était un petit gros répugnant dune cinquantaine d’années dénommé Louis qui regardait toujours les femmes avec un air pervers , il ouvrit la porte sans dire un mot et alla directement voir Yves .
Ils discutèrent quelques instant tout en regardant Ella , qui lavait remarqué mais faisait semblant de rien . Yves appela Maude et ils reprirent leur discussion .Ella continuait à renseigner les clients et l’heure de fermeture arrivait , le dernier client expédié Yves l’appela
- Ella fermes la porte à clef et viens nous rejoindre c’est urgent
Elle se dépêcha et rentra dans mister bureau , Maude était au téléphone , Louis assis et Yves debout devant sa fenêtre et dit
- Maude mets l’interphone pour bien que Ella entende
C’était Cyril qui était en train de tout balancer en accusant Ella d’en être le cerveau alors que lui n’avait rien demandé mais que devant ses problèmes financiers avait cédé.
Ella n’en croyait pas ses oreilles et commença a bégayer pour se défendre quand tout à coup une gifle la stoppa net. Elle resta sans voix abasourdie ne pouvant plus bouger .Maude reposa le téléphone et dit
- tu es dans de sales draps petite garce comment as-tu oser nous arnaquer ???
- Je te laisse le choix soit tu vas en primister et tu perds ton travaille soit tu fais tout ce que l’on te dira de faire sans rechigner
- Exact avec mon rapport et le témoignage de ton collègue tu es cuite ma fille hahhaah
Ella tomba à genoux en larmes , comment allait elle faire ses parents ont une petite retraite et ils comptent beaucoup sur elle financièrement
-Que voulez vous de moi
Sanglota t elle
- tu vas devenir notre objet sexuel et l’on pourra faire ce que l’on veut de toi
- si tu es d’accord signe ce contrat
Ella lit le contrat qui stipulait quelle était à eux corps et âme pendant 6 mois et que pendant cette période elle recevrait une prime exceptionnelle égale à mister salaire . La peur de la primister et le gout de l’argent prient le dessus sur la raimister et signa à contre cœur
- déshabille toi intégralement maintenant que l’on puisse contempler notre esclave
Le mot esclave lui rémisternait dans la tète et recommença a pleurer, une nouvelle gifle arriva
- 1ere règle tu ne pleures pas tu ne refuses rien et nous te le dirons qu’une seule fois
Ella compris que si elle ne devenait pas obéissante et soumise ils lui feront regretter et dans sa situation plus le contrat quelle avait signé ne lui laissait aucuns choix. Elle se redressa et dans une honte comme jamais elle se dévoila entièrement devant ces pervers , elle garda la tête baissée pendant qu’ils tournaient autour delle
- quelle est blanche cette petite trainée
- vous avez vu comme elle est poilu sa chatte on dirait une petite chienne
Ils se mirent à rire qui augmentait encore plus mister offense , c’est vrai qu’ella ne prenait plus tôt soin de mister corps n’ayant pas de petit ami depuis si longtemps
- elle a de tout petits seins avec de grosses auréoles et une culotte de cheval , si javais a choisir ce n’est pas elle que je baiserais en 1er
Tous rire en la pelotant et louis dégrafa mister pantalon sorti mister engin et dit
- Moi elle me fait bander un peu allez à genoux salope et suce moi
Ella approcha lentement sa bouche du gland mais l’odeur nauséabonde la dégoutait , mister hésitation lui valu encore une autre gifle
- rappelle toi de la règle poufiasse
- je veux bien admettre quelle sent un peu ma bite mais ce n’est rien par rapport à ce qui va t’attendre ma jolie
dit il d’un air amusé
Ella n’avait pas une grande expérience de la fellation mais essaya de faire de mister mieux pendant que Yves se plaçait derrière elle mister sexe à la main.
- lèche mes couilles maintenant et branle moi en même temps
Yves cracha dans sa fente et introduit vulgarement mister sexe , Ella ne pu s’empêcher ne crier de douleur et louis lui refourra mister sexe dans le fond de sa gorge , elle crue s’étouffer
- putain qu’est ce quelle est étroite c’est trop bon tu n’as pas due te faire baiser souvent vous allez voire quelle va aimer cela
Cette phrase fut un électrochoc pour Ella , elle venait de s’apercevoir quelle mouillait et quelle commençait à y prendre du plaisir , cela est du à mister sevrage sexuel se dit elle , et elle se mit à gémir de plaisir au bonheur de ses 3 tortionnaires . Louis fut le 1er a jouir dans sa bouche et la força à avaler toute sa semence puis devant ce spectacle Yves inonda de sperme mister intimité meurtri ; Ils la laissèrent nue à quatre pattes le sperme qui dégoulinait sur le sol
- nettoie le sol avec ta langue
elle le fit résignée et commença a laper le sol et surprise en vit Maude en train de tout filmer
et dit :
- tu es très photogénique alors je vais faire des copies et je vais les envoyer à toute ta famille
- non non pas ça je ferais tout ce que vous voulez
- alors approche et enlève mes chaussures et lèche moi les pieds
Ella ôta les chaussures et passa sa langue sur les orteils gainé d’un magnifique bas noir
- suce les maintenant
Ella s’exécute
- Ote mon tanga et lèche moi le bouton et applique toi petite chienne
Ella laissa les pieds pour s’attaquer au plat de résistance , c’était tout nouveau pour elle mais elle connaissait les points sensibles féminins; Maude sentait bon ce qui la réconforta , Maude écarta lentement les lèvres lui offrant mister clitoris quelle se mit a parcourir avec sa langue . Maude gémissait de plaisir pendant que ses comparses s’ennuyant enfonça un stylo marqueur dans l’anus de cette pauvre Ella
- non pas cela non cela fais mal pas par là sil vous plait
supplia t elle
- continue de lécher et fais moi jouir esclave , continuez à lui faire mal cela m’excite
Sans aucunes hésitations ils s’amusèrent a faire des va et viens avec le marqueur dans l’anus sec d’ella qui criait de plus belle
- oui oui ouiiiiiiiiiii je viens continue salope
des jets saccadés éclaboussèrent le visage d’ella qui n’en croyait pas ses yeux , elle venait de découvrir ce qu’était une femme fontaine . Ils retirent le marqueur sans ménagement
- tu peux te rhabiller et rentrer chez toi Demain sera un autre jour pour toi
Ella se rhabilla vite et sorti de l’agence sans rien dire et en baissant la tète , arrivé chez ses parents elle prit une bonne douche et alla se coucher sans manger tellement elle était fatigué .
Elle angoissa à l’idée daller travailler demain et s’endormi en repensant à ce quelle a du subir aujourd’hui.
Que va-t-elle devenir ?? Que lui réserve ses 3 maitre chanteur à l’esprit pervers ???
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Virginie ou les pièges de l'infidélité



Ce n'était pas tant la dureté du carrelage qui la faisait frémir que de sentir mister sexe occupé par ce gigantesque godemiché que lui avait si gentiment enfournée Vanessa en partant. Elle était dans sa propre cuisine, attachée par le cou au point de ne pas pouvoir rester autrement qu'à quatre pattes. Ils lui avaient quand même placé un coussin sous les genoux pour atténuer la douleur. Et elle attendait le retour mister mari. Que faire d'autre ? Cela n'avait pas été vraiment malin de profiter de mister absence cette nuit pour faire venir Vincent et ses copains. Elle aurait dû se rendre compte qu'il ne l'aimait finalement qu'en tant qu'esclave sexuelle. Une belle femelle aux seins lourds, grande, un "bel objet de plaisir" comme il l'appelait. Oh Sébastien ne devait pas tarder puisque mister avion atterrissait à 7 h. Vincent et ses potes étaient partis à la même heure, l'attachant "en souvenir de cette soirée. Tu ne voudrais pas cacher à ton mari tout ce que tu subis ?", avait conclu Vincent, en partant soudainement et en la laissant là, exsangue de fatigue et de sexe.
Tout lui raconter ? Cela risquait d'être long à lui raconter. Voyons, ils étaient arrivés vers 22 h. Vincent lui avait juste dit qu'il serait là pour profiter de l'absence de mister mari et elle avait été surprise de voir qu'ils étaient quatre, Vincent, deux copains appelés Karim et Stéphane, et Vanessa, une superbe et grande blonde dont la présence avait tout de suite rendu Virginie jalouse : "Tu devais venir seul ?
- Oui mais je fais ce que je veux. Non ?
- Oui, oui.
- On dit oui maître." Il lui avait cruellement pincé les seins pour la rappeler à ses devoirs. Elle était bien l'esclave de Vincent. C'est vrai qu'il la faisait jouir comme permisterne depuis leur première rencontre. C'était chez un copain de mister entreprise où il l'avait honteusement draguée. En 9 ans de mariage elle n'avait jamais trompé mister mari mais là elle s'était sentie fondre devant ses grands yeux marrons. Il l'avait prise dans la salle de bains et elle se demandait encore comment elle avait fait pour ne pas avertir toute l'entreprise tant elle avait eu la sensation d'hurler sa jouissance. Depuis ils se revoyaient à chaque voyage de Sébastien et elle se sentait toujours plus à lui.
« Oui maître. » Il lui palpa sa lourde poitrine, propriétaire : « Vous vous en servirez aussi », indiqua-t-il à ses amis, amusés. « Sers nous à boire. Mais avant enlève ta robe. » Virginie se dévétit, ne gardant qu'un superbe corset noir qui faisait ressortir sa lourde poitrine, ses bas et des chaussures noires aux talons vertiginieux qui soulignaient sa croupe.
« Superbe », se risqua Karim en promenant ses mains sur les fesses d'Virginie et en effleurant mister sexe épilé.
« Oui mais pas touche tant que je ne le dirai pas », rappela Vincent. « Elle va d'abord nous servir à boire. Hein Virginie, tu seras une soubrette docile.
- Oui maître.
Bien, champagne chienne. »

Et Virginie se mit à faire le service tout en regardant plus longuement ses « invité ». Karim n'était pas très grand, la trentaine, sûr de lui et de mister humour. Stéphane était plus imposant, un grand Noir pas très bavard et qui ne semblait n'être là que pour le moment où il la prendrait enfin. Et Vanessa qui la regardait, ironique. Virginie se demandait si c'était la maîtresse officielle de Vincent. Auquel cas où elle aimerait lui abattre la bouteille sur la tête...
Mais Vincent de lui laissa pas le temps : « Vous connaissez la spécialité d'Virginie ?
Non.
Elle va nous le dire. Hein Virginie ? » Elle avait honte, honte d'être là à montrer ses seins en faisant le service. Même si elle avait bu un bon verre de vodka et s'était excitée en les attendant, elle était à la limite de tout laisser tomber. Et Vincent : « Elle fait des pipes au champagne divines. Hein Virginie. Montre leur. Sortez vos bites. »
Il ne fallut bien sûr pas leur demander deux fois. Karim sortit un sexe somme toute de taille classique pendant que Stéphane sortir un monstre aussi long que large. Quant à Vincent, Virginie ne put s'empêcher d'être excitée en regardant mister superbe sexe, une taille parfaite. « Commence par Karim », intima Vincent.
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Virginie était ravie maintenant de sucer ces trois mâles tout en buvant du champagne pour mieux les exciter. Elle était agenouillée devant le large canapé sûr lequel Vincent leur avait dit de s'installer. Karim n'était pas si excité mais elle eut vite fait de le dégeler. Mais c'était Stéphane qui l'impressionnait. Déjà érigé mister sexe semblait l'attendre, le gland décalotté, indécent, énorme. Lorsqu'Virginie s'en rapprocha à la demande de Vincent, elle eut d'abord un moment de recul – mister premier black! - puis le huma avant de le prendre en bouche autant qu'elle le pouvait. Stéphane en profitait pour lui malaxer les seins quand elle entendit Vanessa se rapprocher d'elle pour appuyer sur sa tête - « Prends le bien en bouche, chienne » - et pénétrer mister sexe : « Vous verriez comme elle mouille. » Et Virginie se sentait complètement passive avec cette main qui lui faisait descendre et monter sur le sexe de Stéphane.
Au bout d'un temps qui semblait lui échapper, les minutes commencèrent à lui sembler longues tant sa bouche était distendue. Heureusement Vincent dit que c'était mister tour. Vanessa se déplaça respectueusement derrière lu, lui laissant se précipiter sur le sexe de mister amant. Enfin. Elle le prit en bouche, le renifla de haut en bas, s'attardant sur le bas, remontant doucement, se resservant du champagne pour mieux l'emboucher. « Quelle salope hein », s'exclama Vincent. Les autres semblaient pétrifiés devant le spectacle, la façon dont à la fois Vincent affirmait sa propriété et Virginie mister amour infini.
Puis il en eut marre : « Allons dans sa chambre. Oui voilà, mets toi sur le lit en levrette. On va te prendre chacun notre tour. Tu ne verras pas qui. Et tu lécheras Vanessa. » Virginie s'installa dans la grande chambre aux murs blancs. Sur le côté, l'armoire avait des glaces mais ils lui avaient mis un bandeau sur les yeux. Elle était offerte totalement. Bientôt, Vanessa lui prit la tête pour qu'elle la lèche. Son sexe était rasé, délicieux. Elle aimait aussi les femmes mais rien ne valait le sexe qu'elle attendait, frémissante. Les mains qui allaient prendre sa croupe, peut être lui tirer les chVirginieux. « Toi d'abord. » Elle eut à peine le temps d'entendre Vincent fixer l'ordre de passage qu'un sexe s'enfonça en elle. D'un coup. Elle hurla. A la taille c'était Karim. Il savait s'y prendre et la besognait avec talent sans pour autant lui empêcher de lécher une Vanessa qui semblait apprécier : « Oui vas y, lèche salope, salope. » Virginie eut plaisir à attendre Vincent réplique : « Cette chienne croit qu'Virginie est à mister service. Tout à l'heure elle aussi devra y passer. » Et tout de suite : « A toi Stéphane. »
Là on changeait de registre. Virginie se sentit instantanément remplie comme elle ne l'avait jamais été. Une sensation indescriptible mais qui ne lui fit quand même atteindre les étoiles qu'elle réservait à Vincent. « Tu aimes ça; dit le salope/
Oui, j'aime ça.
Dit « j'aime ta bite »
J'aime ta bite.
Bien. »
Et Stéphane de partir dans un délire en la prenant à une vitesse indescriptible qui la fit hurler. Et Stéphane de jouir enfin. Mais elle eut à peine le temps de reprendre ses esprits que Vincent était en elle. Devant ses yeux, Vanessa était partie et le sexe de Karim avait remplacé mister buismister quasi dégarni.
« Jouis salope, je te le permets. » Virginie n'attendait que l'autorisation de Vincent et elle partie dans un grand feulement rauque au moment où Vincent lui infligea quelques délicieuses tapes sur les fesses. Quelques minutes plus tard, elle se rendit compte qu'ils étaient repartis dans le salon la laissant vivre sa jouissance. Quand elle voulut se lVirginier, elle se rendit compte qu'ils lui avaient mis un collier et attachée aux pieds du lit. Les mains dans le dos étaient également attachées. Et Vanessa derrière elle avec un martinet. « Prends ça chienne, mets toi bien en levrette oui, mieux cambrée que ça, oui. » Et les coups pleuvaient, pas trop fort. « Ramène la. » La voix de Vincent retentit. Vanessa la détacha et la ramena à quatre pattes dans le salon. La couloir était long et Virginie eut le temps d'admirer la plastique de Vanessa maintenant qu'ils lui avaient enlevé mister bandeau. Elle était grande, quasi comme elle, de longs chVirginieux mais plutôt plate. Plus jeune aussi. Très belle indiscutablement.
« Regardez ces deux chiennes, souligna Vincent à leur arrivée. On va les accoupler. A quatre pattes toutes les deux oui. Fesse à fesse. » Et Vincent prit un long double plug qu'il introduit dans leurs deux sexes.
« Oui, baisez vous, allez. Et sucez les. » Stéphane et Karim prirent position de chaque côté pendant que les deux femmes se baisaient, chacune semblant vouloir mieux pénétrer l'autre. A ce petit jeu, Virginie sembla l'emporter et ce fut Vanessa qui jouit dans un grand cri.
« Bien, maintenant, embrassez vous. » Elles se retrouvèrent ensemble et commencèrent à s'embrasser, se caresser, oubliant petit à petit les regards allumés des trois hommes. Elles roulèrent sur l'épais tapis. Leurs doigts s'activaient, leurs langues. Le temps semblait arrêté quand Vincent leur intima l'ordre de se mettre à quatre pattes cote à cote. « Voilà, présentez vos culs. Je ne sais pas qui je vais prendre. Dites moi. » Presque instantanément elles s'écrièrent « moi ». « Bon pour choisir je vais prendre celle qui me donnera mister petit trou. » Virginie craignait cette intromission que Vincent lui faisait de plus en plu pratiquer. Mais quand il ajouta : « Avec Stéphane », elle frémit. Se faire prendre par Vincent au prix d'une enculade par le monstrueux sexe de Stéphane? Elle ne réfléchit pas longtemps avant de dire « OK ». Vanessa dit qu'elle préférait regarder. A cet instant, Virginie eut le sentiment que Vincent la regardait avec fierté : « Bien, je vais te préparer », dit-il en sortant un tube de gel. Puis un godemiché qu'il lui enfourna dans le sexe : « Après je te prendrai par là, ce sera ta première double. »
Elle se sentait comme une esclave au moment du sacrifice quand elle sentit les immenses mains de Stéphane lui agripper les fesses. Elle avait la tête par terre, les bras devant comme pour prier. Elle sentait mister sexe qui approchait. Puis il commença à s'introduire. La douleur était terrible. Elle avait envie de dire non mais elle n'osait pas. Puis tout d'un coup le géant entra entièrement, la clouant au sol où elle tomba. Il s'activait en dépit de ses pleurs. Puis s'arrêta. « Retourne la. » Stéphane la transporta sur la canapé où il s'assit, lui écartant les cuisses. Vincent arriva, la verge dressée, et la prit enfin. Elle sentait les deux hommes s'activer en elle. Une sensation unique, enfin la jouissance.
Puis Vincent l'emmena dans la chambre pour lui faire enfin l'amour. De l'autre côté elle entendait Vanessa se faire aussi prendre par les deux hommes mais elle savait qu'elle avait la meilleure part. Elle aimait Vincent et ferait n'importe quoi pour lui.
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En la voyant attachée dans la cuisine, un godemiché enfoncé loin dans mister sexe, Léopold avait vraiment halluciné. Qui avait pu lui faire ça? Il l'avait délivrée, consolé mais finalement pas trop cru mister histoire de cambrioleurs qui n'avaient rien volé et l'avaient violé toute la nuit. Et puis les jours étaient passés. Il avait bien eu du mal à admettre qu'elle ne veuille pas porter plainte mais finalement cela l'arrangeait bien de croire sa femme toujours fidèle. Juste dommage qu'elle ne veuille plus de lui après "tout ce qu'elle avait vécu".
De mister coté Vanessa était partagée entre une haine tenace pour Vincent et la manière dont il l'avait traitée et le souvenir lancinant des coups de queue qu'elle avait subi sous mister joug. Permisterne ne l'avait jamais baisée comme ça et elle ne savait pas comment faire comprendre à mister mari qu'elle avait besoin d'autres hommes. Qu'elle ne pouvait se suffire plus longtemps de ses baises rapides. L'occasion se présenta heureusement quelques semaines plus tard lors d'un dîner chez des amis. Quatre couples étaient là, dont les hôtes, Birgit et Wilhem, un couple d'Allemands installé à Paris avec lequel ils avaient sympathisé il y a plus d'une dizaine d'années. Elle n'était pas très grande mais incroyablement sexy avec sa grande bouche, ses cheveux blonds et mister décolleté assumé. Il n'était pas non plus très grand mais également très sexe. Vanessa s'était souvent demandé ce qu'il valait au lit. Quant à Léopold, elle l'avait quasiment violé il y a quelques années et c'était un secret bien gardé entre eux.
"Vous êtes déjà allés en club échangiste?" Birgit aurait voulu laisser un blanc dans la conversation qu'elle n'aurait pas mieux fait. Les trois couples se regardaient en chiens de faïence sans réagir. A la surprise générale ce fut Vanessa, la présumée timide, qui reprit la balle au bon : "Non mais j'adorerais". Stupéfait, Léopold articula un petit "Tu crois" avant que Birgit renchérisse : "Nous on ne connaît pas non plus mais on aimerait en visiter un vendredi soir. Vous venez avec nous?" Les deux autres couples dirent que non en rigolant jaune et Léopold essaya de rigoler une fois dans la voiture : "Elle nous a bien eu. C'est une blague j'en suis sûr." Quel donc ne fut pas sa surprise le vendredi soir de voir sa femme en train de s'apprêter. Elle portait un corset ultra sexy qu'il n'avait encore jamais vu et qu'elle lui demanda de lui lacer : "On ne fera rien ce soir, c'est juste pour voir mais j'ai envie de me sentir belle, tu comprends.
- Et c'est aussi pour ça que tu t'es rasée la chatte?
- Dans les clubs c'est quasiment obligatoire, je ne veux pas dénoter.
- Mais tu comptes être nue.
- Il faudra bien si tu m'honores..." Elle lui caressa le sexe et il se sentit pousser des ailes. La baiser, enfin…
Birgit et Wilhem étaient bien là au café à l'angle du club. Ils trouvèrent celui-ci très joli dans une cave d'un beau quartier parisien. Les femmes étaient sexy, les hommes pas toujours aussi jeunes mais certains "valaient le détour" confièrent les deux femmes à leurs maris en buvant des coupes de champagne. Ils ne purent s'empêcher de dire qu'il y avait aussi plein de belles femmes. "Oui, mais vous ne les touchez pas. Comme nous, on regarde juste."
Peu après ils s'enfoncèrent dans le méandre des coins câlins. Un spectacle qui les excita vite, surtout Léopold qui entreprit de déshabiller Vanessa. Pau après il la prit en levrette devant une grille ouverte. Il s'appliquait à la faire jouir les yeux fermés quand il se rendit compte qu'un homme lui caressait les seins au travers de la grille. Et elle ne disait rien... semblait même apprécier. Une minute plus tard il fut encore plus surpris de voir le même homme, un grand brun très classe d'une cinquantaine d'années, sortir mister sexe et lui enfourner dans la bouche. Et elle le suça avec avidité, totalement soumise. L'excitation de Léopold était telle qu'il ne tarda plus à jouir. Devant lui Vanessa restait, offerte. L'homme fit le tour et s'approcha d'eux, demanda un "pardon, je peux" à Léopold avant de s'enfoncer d'une traite dans Virginie. Et il l'entendit feuler, il le vit prendre ses seins, agripper ses fesses, la fesser gentiment, la baiser comme il ne l'avait jamais fait. "Tu aimes ça salope. - Oui, oui." Il hallucinait, devant Birgit et Wilhem qui étaient venus assister au spectacle mais n'avaient rien fait et qui lui lancèrent un : "On va vous laisser, bonne fin de soirée".
Enfin l'homme jouit et se retourna ravi : "Votre femme est une salope de première. Venez je vous offre à boire." Vanessa avait même du mal à marcher tant elle avait joui mais ce fut elle qui dit à Léopold qu'ils allaient le suivre. A sa table il y avait deux couples, la quarantaine, de très belles femmes dans la trentaine et des hommes plus âges. Tous semblaient bien installés dans la vie et ne se privèrent pas de complimenter Virginie sur sa plastique. "Elle a des seins de rêve", renchérit leur initiateur qui se nommait Pierre. "Et elle suce divinement." Autant Virginie semblait à l'aise en cette compagnie, autant Vincent se demandait ce qu'il faisait là. "Voulez-vous venir chez nous", proposa Pierre après qu'ils aient bu encore deux coupes de champagne. "On finira la nuit agréablement, mes amis mistert restés très sages toute la soirée et mistert sûrement plein d'énergie..."
Une demi-heure plus tard, ils étaient devant la façade bourgeoise d'un immeuble en pierre de taille du XVI° arrondissement. Vincent ne posait plus de questions, lui qui avait toujours été leader dans leur couple se laissait mener par le bout du nez par une Virginie enthousiaste. L'appartement était aussi beau qu'ils l'avaient imaginé. Un salon immense dans lequel les deux couples et Pierre les attendaient. Les deux femmes étaient à genoux devant des fauteuils et suçaient les hommes qui y étaient assis en se touchant le sexe. Pierre, déjà occupé, accueillit Virginie en lui demandant de s'occuper de leur ami, un grand brun à l'allure italienne qui sortit négligemment mister sexe en indiquant à Virginie de se mettre à genoux. Et Virginie ne se fit pas prier pour sucer ce deuxième sexe de la soirée. Il lui maintenait la tête d'une main pour s'enfoncer encore mieux en elle. Vincent regardait, fasciné.

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Quelques minutes plus tard, le troisième homme, plus petit et trapu, dit à Vincent de s'asseoir à côté de lui et indiqua gentiment à sa compagne qu'elle devait dorénavant s'occuper de lui. Puis il se dirigea calmement vers Virginie, remonta prestement sa jupe et commença à la caresser. Quelques minutes de ce traitement suffirent à la rendre suffisamment excitée pour qu'il se décide à la pénétrer. Elle se fit la réflexion que, décidément, il n'était pas facile de sucer un sexe pendant qu'un autre vous pénétrait de plus en plus vite. Quant à Vincent, il s'était aussi décidé à pénétrer la belle blonde qui l'avait si bien sucé. Maris et femmes s'éclataient chacun de leur côté. Vincent jouit assez vite et pu voir alors Pierre qui demandait à mister ami de lui laisser prendre Virginie. Son sexe semblait totalement ouvert aux assauts de ces hommes qui se proposaient mutuellement de s'y enfoncer. Bientôt les trois hommes eurent eu ce privilège, la retournant, la baisant mis sans s'intéresser encore à mister anus. Ce tour vient quand Pierre proposa qu'ils la prennent en double.
"Non, articula faiblement Virginie.
- Si dit Pierre, il faut en passer par là. Vous aimerez vous verrez, nous allons bien vous préparer."
Il sortit un petit godemiché qu'il entreprit de lui mettre dans l'anus après l'avoir enduit de lubrifiant et commença un travail que Virginie sembla vite apprécier. C'est à ce moment là que Vincent se rendit compte que les deux femmes s'étaient éclipsées et qu'ils étaient seuls avec les trois hommes. Ceux-ci entreprirent de faire profiter Virginie de ces trois orifices. Elle n'y croyait pas, elle s'envolait littéralement de jouissance. Elle dut même s'endormir car quand elle se réveilla ce n'était plus d'elle dont les trois hommes s'occupaient, mais de Vincent. Ils avaient en effet rapidement lorgné sur lui, mister corps d'éphèbe, sa peau douce, mister sexe de taille moyenne, ses fesses... Pierre avait donc d'abord négligé Virginie et s'était approché de Vincent : "Elle ne suce pas bien.
- Pardon.
- Je dis que quand on la baise elle ne suce pas bien. C'est inacceptable. Vous devez faire quelque chose.
- Quoi.
- Me sucer." Et Pierre lui avait pris la tête pour y enfoncer mister sexe. Vincent ne s'était pas vraiment défendu, fasciné comme sa femme par l'autorité de Pierre. Peu après Pierre l'avait fait se retourner et préparé à mister tour. Son sexe avait pénétré doucement les entrailles de Vincent pour lequel s'était une première fois. La première douleur passé il s'était littéralement empalé sur le sexe de Pierre quand celui-ci l'avait fait venir sur ses genoux. Un deuxième homme abandonna alors Virginie pour se faire sucer, puis un troisième. Voyant que Virginie sortait de sa torpeur, ils demandèrent aux deux de se mettre face à face pour qu'ils les sodomisent ensemble. Stupéfaite, Virginie vit alors mister homme gémir devant mister visage. Elle prit aussi mister pied et tout s'arrêta enfin quand les deux hommes jouirent en eux non sans les avoir copieusement fessé avant.

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Le moins que l’on puisse dire c’est que le retour de Virginie et Léopold chez eux fut glacial. Il l’avait vue se donner à trois hommes. Elle l’avait vu se donner à trois hommes. Ils dormirent néanmoins quelques heures puis ne surent trop que se dire. La tension était trop forte entre eux. Ils finirent par tomber dans les bras l’un de l’autre le soir et se firent divinement l’amour. Non, ils ne recommenceraient pas. Promis…
Promis… Seulement, Vincent rappela quelques jours plus tard. Vincent, mister amant qui l’avait abandonnée. « Je te promets, je n’ai pas pu t’appeler. Un voyage d’affaires qui s’éternisait et avec le décalage horaire, tu comprends. » Elle ne le croyait pas mais bon, que faire ? Comment lui résister. D’autant que Léopold était lui-même reparti à l’étranger quelques jours non sans lui avoir fait promettre de bien se tenir. « Ce soir, chez des amis. Fais-toi belle.
- Des amis libertins ?
- Non, non, des amis tout court. J’ai besoin d’une cavalière, il y aura aussi des clients. »
Elle avait bien eu envie de lui dire de se trouver une escort girl si c’était juste pour faire bien à mister bras qu’il avait besoin d’elle mais en fait elle était plutôt flattée de sa proposition. Il la retrouva le lendemain dans un café proche de l’appartement où ils devaient dîner. Elle ne voulait plus prendre le risque de le voir chez elle. Qu’il était beau. Grand, brun, musclé. 1m 90 si male pendant que mister Léopold était si terne, si peu masculin à côté. Sa chatte s’était instantanément humidifiée en le voyant et elle savait qu’elle ferait n’importe quoi pour lui. Elle aurait tant aimé qu’il l’a prenne là, tout de suite, mais il lui dit : « Nous sommes en retard. Tu es très belle… » Elle l’était. Elle avait mis le paquet. Une robe noire très échancrée sur la poitrine qui laissait entre apercevoir mister 95d. Des bas noirs eux aussi. Des talons aiguilles. Noirs. Seule touche de couleur mister collier de perles. Blanches. La classe…
En arrivant chez les amis de Vincent, Virginie dut admettre que ses peurs de se retrouver livrée à des males dominateurs comme la fois précédente n’étaient pas fondés. L’assistance était au contraire très chic, faite de couples bien assortis et l’appartement des beaux quartiers parisiens était un écrin parfait pour ce dîner. « Je vous présente Virginie, une amie. » Très gentleman, Vincent la présentait à différents couples présents puis à des hommes d’origine allemande plus âgés– « mes clients » lui dit-il – mais fort séduisants. Elle engagea rapidement la conversation avec l’un deux : « Vous travaillez avec Vincent ?
- Non pas encore, mais nous sommes très intéressés par ses prestation. »
En fait, Virginie ne sait pas trop bien ce que Vincent faisait. Elle l’avait rencontré dans un cocktail lors du vernissage d’une exposition de peinture et il lui avait juste dit qu’il faisait des « affaires ». « Les quelles ?, demanda donc t-elle.
- Nous penmisters lui acheter des tableaux. » Ah donc, il n’était pas à cette expo par hasard.
Et l’homme, un nommé Bernard, de renchérir : « Il semble qu’il sache bien choisir ses protégés peintres, mais aussi femmes. Vous êtes superbe, Virginie. » Elle en rougit presque. Il faut avouer qu’il était exactement comme elle aimait les hommes. Grand, mince. La cinquantaine évidemment mais quelle prestance. Et il parlait français comme vous et moi, sans une pointe d’accent.
La soirée s’était bien passée et c’était l’heure du départ. Assise entre Bernard et Vincent, Virginie avait été drôle, belle. Elle était contente d’elle et n’avait qu’une hâte que Vincent la prenne. Elle fut donc bien déçue en sortant qu’il lui dise qu’ils allaient encore boire un verre chez Bernard. Et encore plus quand Vincent lui dit de monter dans la voiture de Bernard parce qu’il était en scooter et n’avait qu’un casque. Alors qu’elle s’apprêtait à protester, une caresse sur les fesses lui fit vite renoncer. Elle s’installa donc confortablement à l’arrière de la grosse Mercedes, aux côtés de Bernard. Deux hommes étaient devant, qu’il lui présenta comme mister chauffeur et mister garde du corps. « Désolé, ils parlent très mal français. » Puis il se tut. La grosse berline sortit bientôt de Paris. « J’habite une grande maimister à Sèvres, vous allez voir c’est très beau », lui expliqua encore Bernard.
Mais le portail de la demeure une fois ouvert, la voiture garée devant l’imposante bâtisse, les choses changèrent. « Allez vous préparer Virginie », lui intima-t-il à peine entré. « Vos affaires mistert à côté. » Il ouvrit une porte et la fit entrer. Au milieu de la pièce il n’y avait qu’un corset, rouge. « Mettez le et rejoignez vous. Angela va vous aider à le lacer », dit-il encore en lui désignant une jeune femme brune pulpeuse habillée elle aussi d’un simple corset qui laissait voir ses seins et mister sexe. « Mais non », essaya-t-elle de dire. « Voyons c’est bien ce qui était convenu avec Vincent. Voulez vous lui parler ?
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- Bien sûr. » Elle prit donc le téléphone qu’il lui tendait et entendit tout de suite la voix de Vincent : « J’arrive mon amour. Fais ce que Bernard te dit. On va bien s’amuser je te le promets. Je serai là quand tu seras habillée. »
Habillée, déshabillée plutôt se disait elle en s’admirant néanmoins dans la glace. Trente ans, pas un poil de graisse, des seins à se damner, des jambes, juste le visage qu’elle trouvait un peu ingrat mais qui provoquait l’amour fou chez plus d’un homme. Angela lui laça fortement le corset qui faisait encore plus ressortir sa poitrine et l’accompagna au salon. Bernard et Vincent devisaient gaiement et sifflèrent d’admiration en voyant les deux femmes. « Vous êtes superbe ! » Angela n’avait toujours pas dit un mot et n’avait fait que mettre mister doigt devant la bouche à chaque tentative de dialogue de Virginie. Elle s’asseya instantanément aux pieds de Bernard qui lui caressa doucement la tête avant d’accrocher une laisse au collier qu’elle portant. Il dit alors durement à Virginie : « Aux pieds de Vincent, qu’il vous mette aussi votre collier. Fascinée, elle s’approcha du grand canapé noir où Vincent était assis. Il lui mit alors un collier en métal qu’il ferma avec une petite vis. Puis le relia à une laisse en cuit et lui dit de se mettre à genoux à côté de lui.
La conversation continua entre les deux hommes. Ils buvaient tranquillement sans sembler faire attention à elles. Le temps commençait à sembler long à Virginie. Angela ne bougeait pas. Enfin Bernard leur dit de se mettre à quatre pattes. « Regardez Vincent comme elle mouille ». Bernard avait introduit mister index dans le sexe d’Angela. Face à Virginie elle semblait déjà jouir. Vincent en fit autant avec elle et elle en fut également ravie. « Elle mouille moins, dit Vincent.
- C’est parce qu’elle n’est pas encore dressée », répondit Bernard. « Nous allons nous en occuper ? Vous êtes d’accord Virginie.
Pratiquement nue, à quatre pattes devant ces deux hommes, elle ne savait que répondre.
« Je vous préviens Virginie qu’une acceptation vaut pour toute cette nuit. Nous ferons de vous ce que nous voulons. Vos orifices seront livrés à qui nous le voudront et vos tentatives de rébellion sévèrement châtiées. Alors Virginie ? » Bernard la subjuguait encore plus que Vincent. Elle sentait mister sexe couler littéralement d’excitation. Elle s’entendit dire : « Je ferai ce que vous voudrez.
- A qui parlez-vous ?, demanda Bernard
- A vous.
- On dit maître alors ? Répétez : « Je ferai ce que vous voudrez, maître »
- Je ferai ce que vous voudrez…maître.
- Bien. Mettez vous toutes les deux à quatre pattes sur ce canapé que nous inspections vos orifices. »
Les deux femmes se mirent donc cote à cote sur le canapé en cuir. Les deux hommes entreprirent de pénétrer leurs sexes, leur anus, faisant moult commentaires sur leur texture, leur ouverture. « La prochaine fois vous ferez un lavement Virginie », intima Bernard avant d’appeler : « Venez, elles vous attendent. » Virginie se retourna subrepticement, ce qui lui valut un coup de cravache sur la fesse. « On ne se retourne pas », ordonna Bernard. Elle avait quand même put voir entrer les deux hommes de la voiture, nus, leurs sexes imposants en érection. « Je ne baise une femme que bien préparée », précisa Bernard à un Vincent qui semblait tétanisé. Les deux hommes se présentèrent derrière les deux femmes et les enfilèrent d’un seul coup. L’intromission subite de ce gros sexe était indescriptible et Virginie jouit immédiatement. Angela en fit autant à côté d’elle. C’était divin mais les deux hommes ne tardèrent pas à tartiner leurs petits trous d’une crème lubrifiante et s’y attaquèrent. Virginie aimait beaucoup moins mais se toucha vite le clitoris et là aussi l’impression devint vite délicieuse. Les coups de boutoir continuaient, impérieux, le temps semblait dépassé. Les deux hommes jouirent dans leurs préservatifs. A peine se retirèrent ils que Vincent se précipita sur elle et la baisa avec acharnement, jouissant si vite qu’elle s’en rendit à peine compte. Elle était KO. On la rhabilla et elle entendit seulement Bernard lui dire : « La prochaine fois je vous baiserai. Venez avec votre mari… il paraît qu’il est charmant. »
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Merci pour ces trois textes, le second étant connu mais me permettant de reconstituer ma bibliothèque disparue dans le naufrage d'un HDD externe...
Bravo et bonne continuation ; je me permets toutefois d'insister pour les suites déjà sollicitées.
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oui je comprend je suis moi de même frustré de pas pouvoir compléter certaines histoires
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Black Escort Makes Him Her Toy

In my 40 some years I have never been intimate with a Black Lady or engaged the services of an Escort.

Occasionally I would look at web sites featuring various escorts, imagining sex with these beautiful ladies of all shapes and sizes and colors. When your 20 years old you don't appreciate the tight soft firm bodies of a lady who is also 20 years old, but when you are 40 years old the bodies of a 20 year old captivate you.

My fantasies have always involved various scenarios where I have been submissive. My wife is not in to this and as time as gone on these fantasies sometimes over power me.

I travel a lot and on one recent trip I went farther then just looking at the web sites and fantasizing. I called Summer, a 20 year old beautiful sexy black lady. We talked on the phone for a bit and she asked me if I had any thing special in mind, so I admitted my fantasies of presentation. She asked me a number of questions about my kinky preferences and told me she thought we could have a great time.

I was very nervous about meeting with Summer, having never done anything like this in the past. I took a shower, cleaned my self especially well and prepared for her to meet me at my hotel.

She called my room upon arriving at the hotel and suggested we have a take in the lounge first. She was beautiful. Dressed very sexy, but not slutty. But as she leaned over I could see her luscious black boobs. She could tell I was nervous and I think that amused her. We ordered are takes at the bar and then retreated to a more private area.

Summer was sitting up against me, her hand on my thigh. She was kissing my neck, nibbling on my ear and whispering how she was going to really enjoy this night.

As she said that, her hand found my hard dick. "Looks like someone else is already enjoying there night" she told me.

She was squeezing and rubbing my dick making me even more and more turned on. As she was rubbing my hard cock she leaned into me and said "I bet your one of those white guys who want to be a nasty little slut for his Black Mistress aren't you?" Well she was exactly right, but even though I was rock hard, I still had some will power and told her that I thought she was beautiful and that I would love to enjoy her sexy body.

"I asked you if you wanted to be my nasty little slut, YES or NO?" And then she stopped rubbing my dick and leaned into me a whispered "I only play with White boys who want to be my slut, so what do you want?"

Embarrassed beyond belief, but so turned on, I replied "I want to be your slut" she leaned back, looked at me and said "I cant hear you" I knew she wanted, and I repeated my self louder.

She then smiled a look of satifisaction, knowing she had broken me. As she looked at me this way I noticed her doing something under the table. I was so scared and turned on at the same time; I was just hoping people were not listening or paying attention to us.

She straightened back up, and twirling around her finger were the panties she had been wearing and now had just taken off. She twirled them around her finger several times till she flipped them at me.

They hit my chest and kind of stayed there so I quickly grabbed them hoping no one had seen her.

"Sniff my panties slut" she told me. I knew there was no way I could not obey her so I took her sexy panties to my face, and sniffed her wonderful aroma. Umm, just sniffing her panties took me deeper into her control. "Go put them on, take my panties to the men's room and put them on, throw yours away, you can lick the crotch too if you want to but hurry back with wearing my panites you slut".

So off to the men's rooms I went, I was thinking to myself, going to the men's room to put on panties, something just not right about that.

I slipped into a stall and took off my pants, underwear and held out the panties to slip on. Of course before I did, I took one more sniff. The panties were very sexy, and I felt absolutely silly wearing her sexy little panites, the head of my dick was sticking out, no way they were going to be able to control my hardon.

When I left the Men's room Summer was standing there waiting for me, she held out her hand and off we went to my room.

I opened the door for her, and she went and laid down on the bed looking up at me smiling, "Well come on she said, let me see you panty boy, little white slut wearing his black mistress panties"

I took off all my clothes except the panties. "Come over here Slave" she ordered. When I got beside the bed she grabbed my hard dick and started rubbing it. She pulled the panties down and was checking out my dick as she jacked it off. "Not bad she said, for a white one"

She was still fully clothed jacking me off, it felt great. But I knew it would not be this easy. She pulled me on to the bed with her and leaned over my dick as she jacked it off. Rubbing her hair all over my chest and stomach, I could feel her warm breath near my cock, hoping she was going to suck me.

Instead she rubbed her finger around the head of my cock, covering several of her fingers with my pre cum. She started kissing me; oh wow was she a good kisser. My mouth was so hungry for her. She broke off our kiss quickly and put her fingers in my mouth and made me suck my pre cum off her fingers. Then she pulled her fingers out and went back to kissing me and playing with my dick only to get her fingers covered and feed it all to me again.

"Oh I see, you like wearing panties, and eating cum, you really are a little slut aren't you? ARENT YOU?" I admitted it, I was her slut. And I wanted more of what ever I could get from this dark skinned beauty.

"Were going to have a contest and the winner get sucked" she told me as she grabbed her bag and went to the restroom. A few minutes later she called from the bathroom and told me to close my eyes. I heard her return to the bedside and she told me to stand up but to keep my eyes closed.

I stood up beside her, and then she told me to open my eyes. Even before I did I was imagining her naked. I had only seen brief glimpses of her body and I was anticipating see her naked now. I opened my eyes as she told me to. We were standing in front of the mirror and the first thing I noticed were how beautiful her breasts were. But before I could even complete registering that thought I noticed something I didn't expect.

Where I was expecting to see her pussy instead she was wearing a strapon dick.

"Ok, lets have a big dick contest, and who ever has the biggest dick gets it sucked" As she said that she held her dick up against mine. It wasn't really necessary though, it was clear hers was bigger than mine.

"Looks like mine is bigger, Bitch" and she pushed me to my knees and started rubbing her strapon dick around my face. "Come on slave boy, suck my dick, suck it" but she wouldn't stick it in my mouth but kept on rubbing it around my face.

"Beg for it slut, beg me for my cock" And Beg I did telling her I wanted to suck her magnificent black cock. She took a firm grab of my hair and then stuck her cock in my mouth. She started telling me what a good cock sucker I was. I was going to town on her cock. It may have been rubber and lacked the feelings mine had but I was sucking it as good as any blow job I had ever been given.

After a few minutes she pulled her cock from my mouth and laid me on my back on the bed. She removed her strapon and told me it was time to find out if I sucked pussy as good as I sucked dick.

Finally I was getting to taste her pussy. I had dreamed of eating her pussy since the moment I first called her.

She climbed up on my face and started rubbing her juices all over my face until she settled in and had me start sucking her pussy. I found her clit and stated sucking on it the same way I had sucked on her strapon. I could tell she was enjoying my pussy eating.

I started to sense she was close to cumming, and about that time she climbed off my face and grabbed her dildo removing it from the strap and she started fucking her self with it.

"No white dick is going in this pussy tonight" she told me. She was shoving that dildo in and out of her pussy while I watched her fuck herself. She spread her legs real wide and told me to sit on my knees between her legs.

I got in the position she told me to and then she told me to jack off while I watched her fuck her self.

I started Jacking off as I watched her rubber cock sliding in and out of her pussy. I knew and she did too that I wasn't going to last very long.

She told me to slow down, that I was not allowed to cum until she gave me permission.

Then she pulled the dildo out of her pussy and stuck it in my mouth, "clean all that pussy juice off you slut" she told me. And that I gladly did.

Then she took the dildo back and started fucking herself again, and told me to start jacking off. It was *******ing me I was so horny, I needed to cum so bad. She could tell I was close.

"Cum on my pussy slut, shoot your cum, shoot it all over my bald black pussy, shoot your cum slut" I couldn't hold it any longer. She pulled the dildo out and I started shooting my cum all over her pussy. I don't think I had ever cum so much in my life.

I just kept squirting and squirting. When my orgasm finally stopped she took the tip of the dildo and rubbed it on the head of my dick. Get the remaining cum from the head of my dick on it. And then she stuck it in my mouth.

"You like sucking cum off my dick you slut, that's good, because you have a lot more to clean up too. Then she pulled the cock from my mouth and pulled my face to her cum covered pussy.

"Eat that cum you nasty slut! Don't you leave a drop on me anywhere?" I started sucking my cum from her pussy.

"Well lets see, you have worn panties, sucked my cock, eaten cum, your really are a slut. She was teasing me about everything she had made me do as I cleaned my cum from her pussy. Her humiliating talk just made me hornier and encouraged me to eat her even better.

It was just a few minutes till she came all over my face. I was so pleased that I gave her such an intense orgasm. And eating her cum certainly made eating mine easier to swallow as well.

After she finished cumming, and having me clean her pussy to her satisfaction she told me that I was very lucky, that if she had more time that I would find out what it was like to have her black cock up my slutty ass.

I am not sure if she told me that to scare me or to make sure I scheduled an appointment to see her again.
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Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders


Miss Simons new this day would come. After so many years of trying to keep things the same, she finally had to give in and put black girls into her all white cheerleader squad. It pained her to have to taint the beauty of 9 white taut female bodies with black ones, but the school board and school itself had demanded more fair equalization in all activities.

Not that Miss Simons disliked black girls, she was not a racist in any capacity. She just preferred to work with white girls who are so much more docile and peppy, compared to the usually authoritative and demanding black girls.

So with great reluctance, she openly advertised cheerleading positions to the black girls of the high school. She even sent out her white cheerleaders to try to bring in some black girls.

Despite the strong recruiting campaign however, no black girls were signing up. Miss Simons figured that they must have been so used to the all white squad, they just weren't interested in becoming cheerleaders.

Except one.

Trish was a very athletic and beautiful senior with light brown skin. She approached the coach one day while the squad practiced in the gym. Simons took one look at her and offered her a position right on the spot. She finally had her black girl, bringing the squad total to 10.

Even though Miss Simons was worried about putting a black girl on the squad, she new there was no choice. Yet despite her reservations she was becoming quite impressed with Trish. She was showing up early to every practice and was really contributing. The squad was even working better as a unit since she'd been with them.

After two weeks Simons was beginning to feel at ease with Trish. Even the respect the white cheerleaders were having for her was becoming obvious. Trish was always the center of attention and they followed her wherever she went.

There was even talk of her taking over as squad captain. This was bad new for Amber. You see Amber was already the senior captain of the squad. For four years she had worked very hard to become the captain and didn't want to loose it to a black girl who'd only been on the team a few weeks.

Soon Miss Simons became worried about Amber's obvious attempts to sabotage Trish. She would make rude comments behind her back and would never give her any help.

But after several weeks, it was of no use. All of the other white girls were obviously on Trish's side. It did become a little strange to see how they acted around her. The girls would hardly ever look Trish in the eyes and almost never did the coach see anyone ever walk in front of her. Usually they were at her side or behind her, but never in front. Very strange.

Unfortunately, Miss Simons had other things to worry about. Several of her best girls were leaving the squad. This was bad news if she wanted to maintain her squad's high level of competition.

She almost begged them to stay. And when she asked why they were leaving, she could hardly believe the answer. Some how they had gotten into their heads that they weren't good enough to be cheerleaders and didn't deserve to be on the squad.

In the end Miss Simons couldn't stop them from hanging up their uniforms and quitting the team. She also couldn't help but notice they were perhaps the least attractive of the white girls.

Fortunately, seeing Trish's success, a few more black girls ask to join the squad. Having no choice Simons accepted them into the group and now had 6 white girls and 4 black.

With the mixing of colors, Simons now returned her focus back to good hard training. Within a few weeks the squad was doing better than she had seen in a long time, and was far surpassing the competition from other schools.

Over the next month two more black girls had joined the group bringing the cheerleader total to 12, 6 white and 6 black. Simons was applauded by the school for managing to integrate so well. Even better, the coach was very pleased to see that the hostility between Amber and Trish had gone. Apparently, in a wonderful gesture of goodwill, Amber gave Trish the captaincy. Miss Simons was a little bit surprised by this. Amber had so dearly wanted to be captain since she was a young freshmen. Yet now Trish held the title and all the other girls were quite happy with it.

Even more unusual was how Amber seemed to go out of her way to make Trish feel comfortable. Take for instance the foot rubbings. After every practice Miss Simons would enter the locker room and see her white former captain gently rubbing Trish's tired sweaty feet. Simons was a little bit disappointed that Trish would never return the favor, or even give a thank you when they finished, but maybe she'd come around.

Another very nice gesture by Amber was to site on the floor instead of the bench when they were changing. Despite the obvious difficulties of changing into a cheerleader uniform while on the floor, Amber didn't seem to mind allowing the black girl a lot more room to stretch out on the bench.

But the best development however was how all the other white girls seemed to follow Amber's lead. Each white girl had become closer to a particular black girl of the same age. The white girls would almost always stay close to her new black friend and Simons even noticed one of the white girls carrying her books for her in the hallways.

About a month later things were even better. Several colleges were coming to see the routines and Miss Simons was just so proud of all her girls. Bringing the black girls into the squad was turning out to be a very good idea indeed.

However, things weren't as perfect as they seemed. Despite all the wonderful gestures the white girls were doing, the black girls had as of yet still not done anything of good will in return, and the coach could swear that the black girls didn't even appreciate the gestures.

Like when the girls would shower. Usually each one is given only one towel to dry themselves with. Yet lately when they all come out, the black girls have two towels wrapped around their bodies. One covering their chests and one around the hips.

The white girls come out not far behind naked and wet. As the black girls dry themselves up by the lockers, the white girls sit on the floor waiting for them to finish. Finally after almost ten minutes the black girls toss their used towel at them to dry up.

At first Simons was thinking if she should say something to Trish, who was now the most influential girl on the squad. But seeing how good everything was going, she really didn't want to rock the boat. And besides, the white girls didn't seem to really mind doing all these favors for their fellow black cheerleaders.

But things still got more strange.

Usually during cheers at football games, fans wouldn't be very enthusiastic. Yet for some reamister, today they were going nuts. Every time one of the white girls would do a jump or a split, the guys in the stands would whistle and cheer like never before.

The coach was hopeful it was because they had improved considerably. But when she noticed that none of the black girls where getting as much support during their exercises, and that the white girls looked flushed every time they finished, Simons became a little suspicious. Curious, she walked in front of the girls and waited for them to do a cheer.

First Trish performed a really well done stand, with one foot balanced on the hand of a girl beneath her and her other leg held up high. It's a common cheer, and all there was to see was her uniform panties and lots of black leg, no big deal.

Then one of the white girls, Sara, prepared to do the same. She noticed her coach watching and began to panic, but the black girl behind her grabbed her by the waist and held her firm. As she whispered something into Sara's ear, Sara lowered her head and nodded. Within moments Sara was up in the air. As Sara raised her leg up, Miss Simons' mouth dropped. Sara's entire vagina was exposed to all the fans. As the fans erupted behind her, Simons watched Sara's deeply blushing face as she was lowered to the ground and patted on the ass.

Miss Simons was in complete shock. Did Sara intentionally not put on any panties or did she simply forget? As she watched the rest of the girls do their jumps and splits, she got her answer. While all 6 black girls had their panties on, none of the white girls had anything underneath their mini skirts.

Not wanting to make a scene, Simons allowed the girls to remain out on the field. But by the end of the game, she was fuming. As they all made their way to the locker room, Trish surprised her coach form behind.

"Hey Miss Simons, is there anything wrong?"

"I should most certainly say yes. Half of your fellow cheerleaders were cheering without any panties today!"

"Oh that. It's really no big deal. We told them to do that."

"WHAT?"

"Yes Miss Simons, we told the white girls not to wear panties to the game today."

"But why would you do that?"

"To improve the excitement of our cheering. We new that seeing pussies would get the fans riled up during the game, and even bring in more."

"That's a horrible idea. And why only the white girls? I saw all the black girls wearing panties!"

"Because quite frankly Miss Simons were not sluts. We have too much respect for our bodies to show it off like that."

"What are you talking about? I know these girls, they come from respected families. I would never believe they would want to do something like that."

"They didn't want to Miss Simons, they did it because we told them to."

"Excuse me? I don't understand? Why would do what you tell them?"

"Well its really quite simple, its called natural dominance."

"I don't follow."
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