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Giving My Wife To My Enemy


Gosh Damit!!!

What's the matter Bill?

Oh that faggot Jeffermister got the promotion. I can't believe they gave it to him. I hate his fucken guts.

Gosh man, that really sucks. I thought you were a shoe in.

That's what I thought, I was a hell of a lot more qualified that him. That asshole has always had one over me. Ever since middle school we've been competing. And more times than not he's won. This times no different.

You must really hate this guy. Too bad he always wins. Maybe you should let him fuck your wife so he can let you win a few times.

Ha ha, very funny. Don't even joke like that. Marry is the best thing that ever happened to me, and one of the few things I've had over Jeff.

Ya, that's why you should let him fuck her, so he wins in that too.

Mark that's really not funny, I....

Ok ok, I'm only kidding. But that is kind of erotic if you think about it.

I prefer not to.

Just think about it for a second. Letting your worst enemy, and enemy whose been essentially fucking you up the ass for years, fuck your wife. That would wrap up the offense completely.

Mark, I really was looking for moral support here, not ideas for how to further humiliate myself for the benefit of my mortal enemy.

I help when I can. Besides, this is something you can fantasies over.

The only thing I'll be fantasizing over is going home and fucking my wife. Hey wait, that didn't come out right...

Ha ha ha, Freudian slip? You see, your already thinking about it.

Mark leave me alone, I'm done talking about this.

Bob, you can't tell me that you don't find the idea of letting your worst enemy fuck your wife at least a little bit stimulating.

If I answer will you leave me alone?

Yes.

Ok fine, I admit its a little stimulating to think about. I love my wife with all my soul, and I cringe at the mere idea of even him seeing her, let alone letting him fuck her. Even so, the idea of allowing my worst enemy to.....spoil my wife is a bit....provocative.

There, now was that so hard to admit.

What ever, now can we please drop it.

Ok fine. But $10 bucks says you'll be thinking about it all day.

I doubt that.

Oh ya, then don't let me catch you walking into Jeffermister's new office and asking him to fuck your wife.

Ha, don't worry, you won't.

You know, I wonder if he'd agree to do it.

Excuse me?

I mean if you actually asked him to fuck your wife, would he agree to ruin her?

Mark, I thought we were finished talking about this...

Maybe I should ask him for you?

Don't even think about it you bastard.

Easy man, I'm just talk'en. If any one is going to ask him to fuck your wife, it should be you.

Good point, and here's an even better one, IT WONT HAPPEN!!!

What ever you say. I just think it would be the best way to complete his offense of you.

Dude, ENOUGH. This is getting perverted.

No, that's not perverted. Perverted is after you ask him to fuck your wife, asking him if you could film it. Now that's perverted.

I'm out of here.

Hey man, your secretes safe with me, just make sure you get me a copy....

TWO WEEKS LATER

Hey mark, here you go.

What the hell is this.

Its...em...your copy of the tape.

What tape, what are you talking about.......oh cuckolds brownie! You don't mean?

Yes

Holy Fuck, you actually did it, you actually fuck'en did it.

Shhhhhhh, quiet down damit. I don't want the whole office to hear.

You actually let Jeffermister.....fuck you wife?

Yes I did.

Oh man you've got to be kidding me. I was just playing around with you. I didn't actually think that you would do it.

I didn't think I would either. But something just came over me. It happened a week after we had that little conversation. I was sitting at my desk looking at the picture of my lovely wife. You've seen it right?

Ya, I know the one.

Well I was just looking at her, relieved that I had such a beautiful woman all to myself. At that very same moment Jeffermister happened to be walking by my desk. When I looked up, I saw his disgusting smirk. The smirk that said I'm the winner. With the image of my wife still fresh in my mind and his cocky, self-confidant smile, I felt my cock twitch.

So, what happened?

For some reamister that did it for me. Almost in a trance, I grabbed the picture of my wife and walked into his office.

Gosh man, I can't believe you were really going to ask him.

Before saying a word, I placed the picture of my wife facing him on his desk. He looked at it for a moment.....

Ohhhh, ya, that whole thing you said about not even wanting him to see your wife.

Right, well now he got a good look at her. After a moment he looked up spoke:

"Good looking broad. Now who the fuck is she?"

"She's....my wife."

"How did a fuck up like you manage to get a decent looking piece of ass?"

"I...I..."

"Don't answer, I really don't give a fuck. Now what the hell do you want?"

"Well, I wanted...to...ask...you..."

"What....the...fuck....do you want you stuttering fool. Its really such a shame, you used to be such a good competitor, now you can hardly even get out a sentence. Now for the last time, what do you want?"

"I wanted to know if you want to....relax with....my wife?"

He just stared at me for a full minute. Trying to figure out my angle.

"You want me to fuck your wife?"

"No, I don't want you to...but...I'll let you if you want to."

"Is this some kind of joke."

"No"

Again he looked at me for a full minute.

"Does she have large tits? I only fuck chicks with large tits."

"Yes she has large breasts."

"Hmmmm, I could have fun with those. Can I do anything I want to her."

"Yes, I'll let you do what ever you want with her."

"Ok, I suppose I could do it. I must warn you that I wont be gentle."

"I understand."

"Ok, now if there isn't anything else, get the fuck out of my office."

"Oh, there is...one more thing."

"What!"

"Is it ok with you if I....record it?"

"You know, I really had no idea what a twisted fuck you are. You really are pathetic. If I let you record it, what's in it for me?"

"What do you mean."

"I want something more if I let you record me fucking your wife."

"What do you want?"

"Hmmmmm......I know, you see that name plate on my office door? The one that says: Jeffermister Smith, Vice President?"

"Yes"

"Well slide it off. You see how its long and flat, and shaped like a ruler?"

"Umm, yes."

"Well while I fuck your wife, I want you to slap your worthless dick with that name plate. The same name plate that could have had your name on it. The same name of the man who took your promotion. The same man who will be fucking every hole in your wife's body. And I want you to do it in full view of your little recording. Now get the fuck out of my office and I'll call you when I decide to screw your wife."

When I went to take my wife's picture, he stopped me, telling me to leave it there.

Whoa man, this is unbelievable. I still think all this is very exciting, but your wife? You actually offered your wife to your worst enemy? I can't believe it. What did Marry think about all this?

She was shocked. Especially when I mentioned who it was. I've always complained to her how much I hated Jeffermister, and how many times he beat me at something. She knew our history. So telling her that I was going to let him fuck her was a drastic change in attitudes.

And she was willing to go along with it?

Well not really. I could tell that she didn't want to do it. But she loves me very much, and if its something I wanted her to do, than she would go along with it.

What a great wife. Too bad you had to go and let her be used like that.

Did I mention she was a virgin when we met.

Really?

Yep, so far I've been the only man to ever enter her. Any way, two days later he told me he was ready for a good fuck. That night I prepared all the camera equipment in our master bedroom. I looked at my wife as she got ready, how truly beautiful she was. Long flowing brown hair, large supple breasts, unblemished white skin. It was all mine. And in about 15 minutes I was going to willingly let my worst enemy have his way with her.

Dude man, this is so hot. Sorry it had to be you, but dame, I can't wait to see the video.

Well anyway, soon the doorbell rang and I opened the door. Standing there with his annoying grin was Jeff. Without even so much as a hello he pushed his way into my house.

"Where's the bitch?"

At that point Marry came out and went to introduce herself. She looked great in her buttoned blouse and mid-thigh skirt. Jeff said he wanted her to look sexy for him.

As she made to introduce herself, Jeff grabbed her ass, pulled her to him and kissed her full on the mouth.

It was at that point that it finally hit me as to what I was allowing to happen. This was my wife! My wife and my worst enemy! How could I let this happen?

As my wife moaned from under his kiss, Jeff reached up and began grouping her left breast through the thin material. Marry was braless and she squirmed under his assault.

I started to get sick. This was crazy. I had to stop this. I had to move. Yet the only thing that moved was my dick as I watched my worst enemy openly fondle my wife.

After another moment, he released her from his kiss, possessively squeezed her ass and looked at me:

"Ok Bob, I'm ready to fuck your wife. Show us to the bedroom."

With my head hung down, I showed Jeff our marital bed. The same bed where I made love to my wife countless times. The same bed where Jeff would soon ravage her upon.

They entered the room and Jeff immediately started shredding her cloths off. Her top was off in seconds and he roughly squeezed her large firm breasts. He alternated sucking each nipple as he painfully squeezed.

I was so involved with what was happening, that I almost forgot to turn on the camera. By the time I had turned it on, he had my wife completely naked and was examining her cunt.

It was such a beautiful thing to behold. Her slightly blushing lips gave way to the pink interior. Mary always kept her pussy shaved for me, except for a nice tuft of hair above her clit.

Now he was roughly pulling her lips this way and that, occasionally pinching her clit. He had her wincing in pain under him.

Soon he tired of this petting and turned her around, having her bend over the bed.

With her red tits dangling below her and her gorgeous ass high in the air, Jeff raised his hand behind my wife while looking over to me.

"Bob, we've been enemies for quite some time. I hate everything about you, and that includes your wife. So I am going to spank her ass for marrying such a loser."

With that, he brought down his hand hard on my wife's ass. She shrieked but held still as he brought down slap after slap. Jeff looked up at me as he continued to spank her and noticed my hard on.

"Its ok Bob, you can jerk off while I spank your wife."

And I did. I couldn't help it. I should have been utterly revolted by the site before me. Seeing my beautiful, gorgeous wife, bent over our marital bed, as my all time worst enemy spanked her perfect ass, and all with my consent, was just so....so....

Horny

Yes Mark, I guess that's what its called.

What else could it be? What other reamister would you have to be jerking off to the sight of the man you hate with all your guts spanking the woman you love with all your heart?

Any way, by now Marry was openly sobbing from the use. Her ass had become even redder than her tits. Jeff then ordered her on her knees, took off all his cloths and sat on the edge of the bed demanding she suck him to full hardness.

Marry and I hardly ever had oral sex. She was too afraid of putting a penis inside her mouth. Yet now she had no choice as she worked his tool as best she could. Jeff held her head with both hands to better help him fuck my wife's face.

I just continued to jerk off as he enjoyed my wife.

Soon he was completely hard and ordered my wife to lay across our bed. Pushing her legs apart, he positioned his manhood at the entrance of her sweet pussy. The same pussy that's only known one cock all of its life, Mine.

Jeffermister then looked over his shoulder:

"Ok Bob, this is the last chance to back out. Just say the word and I'm out of here. If your still willing to let me fuck your wife, then you know what to do."

He looked back down at my wife and smiled. She looked over to me with pleading eyes. I hesitated for a moment.......SLAP.

Jeff plunged deep into my wife in one thrust. She gasped as his hardness filled her. Then he pulled out and began fucking the hell out of her. I just stood by and watched my worst enemy ravage my wife as I continued whipping my own cock with his nameplate.

Wow man, how truly degrading that must have been for you. How could you stand for that.

I have no idea. But I just did.

So ten minutes later he finally filled up my wife's vagina. She had organized several times during that span, and I myself had cum from the whipping.

He pulled out of her and crudely slapped his sloppy dick against the side of her face. She dutifully opened her mouth and took him in. She moaned and chocked as she did her best to clean it.

When she was finished, Jeff rolled off her onto his side and, while playing with my wife's nipples, spoke:

"Bob, why don't you stop playing with yourself and go fix me a take while I rest here a little bit."

I nodded and started walking out.

"Oh hey, and while your at it, fix something for Bitch to."

Man, if a guy called my wife a bitch, I'd punch his lights out. You on the other hand let him fuck her.

Please Mark, this is all really hard for me. I love my wife so much, it pains me to see him use her like this.

Than why in the hell did you ask him to fuck your wife?

Because....because....

Because you get off on the offense.

That must be it. How else can I explain it.

You can't, so what happened next?

Well it pretty much was more of the same the rest of the night. I watched as he took her ass, fucked her chest, slapped and pulled her breasts, whipped her body with his belt. Eventually I just couldn't take it any more. I left the video camera rolling and went back out to sit in the living room.

For the next two hours I just listen to their moans and grunts as my once pure, perfect wife was fucked every which way by my most hated rival.

At around 3:00 am, Jeff finally came out of our bedroom. He was still naked, and his semi-erect cock was slick and red. He hardly looked at me as he walked across the living room and stepped into the bathroom.

I was hoping that the ordeal would finally be over. Despite wacking off 2 more times on the sofa, I just wanted him out of my house already. But my hopes would not be realized as Jeff came out and walked right back into my bedroom and slammed the door.

For the rest of the night the door remained closed. I had long since fell arelax when he finally emerged from the room in the morning. As he walked to the door already fully dressed, he gave me his typical "I'm the Winner!" smile, before he spoke:

"Bob, there's nothing like fucking your worst enemies wife, especially when he so stupid as to allow it. See ya at work."

And he walked out. For the next half hour I didn't move. I just couldn't bare to see what was left of my gorgeous wife. I got up and took a take to calm my nerves. Finally I made my way into my bedroom, and my eyes swelled up with tears.

The love of my life was a complete mess. She was ****** on the bed from the countless hours of fucking and looked as if every part of her body had been used. Her large white breasts where now dark red with bite marks all over them. Her pussy lips were also red, large and swollen, and her once pristine, tight vagina was stretched and oozing cum.

Her ass faired no better. Her taught white skin now had angry red welts crisscrossing her ass and upper thighs. Even a few hand marks could still be seen. Her asshole was equally stretched and leaking cum.

I looked back up to her face, her sweet beautiful face. It was completely drenched in come. The pearl necklace he left from fucking her tits was still not completely dry.

Then I noticed the shiny glint coming from her pussy. I peered inside and looking through all the cum, I saw that there was a metallic object lodged inside. I stuck my fingers into my wife's used pussy and slowly pulled out the object. Marry moaned as it was removed.

When it was finally out, I realized it was a metal plate. I turned it around and read: "Jeffermister Smith, Vice President"

I cried as I put it back in.

Unbelievable. He truly fucked the hell out of your wife. I still can't believe it. More over, I still can't believe you actually let him do it.

I still don't really know why I did.

In any case, how did Marry handle it?

We really haven't talked about it. And the worst part is we still haven't made love since. She's still just too sore and can hardly walk, let alone have sex. But I fear that making love to her will just never be the same again. Jeffermister truly ruined her body.

Guys tend to do that to their worst enemies' wives when given the chance.

I suppose. But there's something else that really bothers me.

What's that.

For some reamister she keeps his nameplate next to her night stand.

Your kidding? What the hell for?

I think she may actually have enjoyed it. I think she may even want to see him again.

Oh that's fucked up.

Tell me about.

Has Jeff showed any interest in wanting to fuck her again?

I don't think he does.

How do you know that?

He called me into his office the next day. Thanked me for giving him something to screw, but not to expect him to ease off on our competing.

The bastard, its the least he should do.

Then he told me that though he had fun ruining my wife, he wouldn't fuck something so ugly and nasty again.

Ouch!

Ya, not only did he ravage my wife, now he tells me she's not good enough to fuck again.

Well my friend, your offense at the hand of your worst enemy is now complete.

I suppose so. Here's the tape you asked for. Enjoy it.

Wow, sorry to say this, but I will. Just for the sake of asking, did you watch any of it yet?

Yeah, five times already.

The End!

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Making the Grade


During my senior year I worked my butt off to get good grades. This was the final year that colleges would be looking at when considering my application and I wanted to do as good as possible. I left nothing to chance, and made sure every assignment I did was an A. And for the most part everything went well, I would work hard and receive the grades I wanted.

And it wasn't easy. Ms McKlain, my teacher for English class, was a very strict, no-nonsense woman who made sure you worked hard for your marks. However, I think I was her favorite simply because I gave so much effort for my grades.

But there was something a little bit unfair. Even though I was always getting A's on assignments, there was another group of students that also got A's. The problem was that these students were downright awful.

They were the low lifes, the haveies, the future dead heads of society. It was clear from the beginning that they never had any intention of working hard for their grades and were always so horribly behaved to the teacher Ms McKlain.

But like any good teacher, she would have none of it and always put them in their place when they acted up. Yet when report cards would come out, they always bragged about their top grades. Something just didn't seem to add up.

I just couldn't understand it. Why would my reputable teacher, give these poorly behaved haveies A's and B's when they hardly did any work. I began to realize that someone must be pressuring her to do this and I suspected who. You see one of the members of the group is Jamie. Jamie comes from a rich family and used to be a little princess. But when she entered highschool she got caught up into haves and into the wrong crowd and now she's the one who buys the haves for the group.

So I figure that its Jamie's parents who pressured Ms McKlain to give good grades. But I had no proof. I needed to find out the truth in all this. So one day, after school I decided to sneak into Ms McKlains room and look at her grade book. I needed to see if grades had been changed.

Luckily the room was unlocked for the janitor so I snuck in and went straight to the desk drawer. Darn, locked. I took out a little pocket knife I keep in my purse and tried playing with the lock and to my amazement it opened. I opened the drawer and found what I was looking for, Ms McKlain's grade book. I pulled it out, placed it on the table and opened it.

I was right. Under Jamie's name and a few of the others, grades had been changed. What used to be D's and F's where now A's and B's. This was definite proof that something was going on.

Suddenly I heard voices outside approaching the room. In panic I threw the book back in the drawer but realized that I was trapped. Any moment people would be coming in and catch me. With out thinking I duct under Ms McKlains desk and hid just as the people entered the room. Fortunately the desk was designed so that I was hidden on all sides except where the chair was.

Upon hearing the voices I realized that there were two people in the room, Ms McKlain and Jamie. Ha! Now I was going to catch them red handed. I sat back and listened carefully.

"I hope your parents are doing well?"

"They are, thanks, now about this last grade Ms McKlain."

"Yes, well, you did a very poor job on the assignment Jamie and the 'C' I gave you was more than generous....."

"Yeah yeah what ever, listen I don't have time for this, I have to meet up with my friends soon, so lets just get this over with so you can change my grade and I can get out of here."

Get what over with? What was there arrangement? I began to hear the rustling of clothes and suddenly it felt as if someone was sitting on the front of the desk. After a minute of I began to hear a faint noise, but still couldn't see anything. I strained my ears to hear better. Soon I could make out a strange slurping sound, almost like someone was licking......OH MY GOSH.....What was going on up there???

Suddenly I heard Ms McKlain give out a low moan. That Bitch. I cannot believe that she would do this. Trading sexual favors for better grades. I could even hear poor Jamie moaning herself as she probably suffered to please the teacher. This was horrible. Jamie was moaning even louder now, probably trying to get her teacher to hurry up and cum as she licked away. I felt so badly for Jamie now, being used like this by her teacher, just to get a better grade.

Soon the table was shaking. After a minute of silence. I heard Jamie, in obvious lack of breath from her task begin to talk:

"Ok Ms McKlain, you can change my grade now."

Suddenly I felt someone lifting off the table, and soon noticed Ms McKlain walking to the back of the table. My heart froze in fear of being caught as she opened the drawer and pulled her book out. She laid it on the table and began writing in it. Then she put it back in the desk, closed the drawer.

"Ok Ms McKlain, thanks for your time and see you tomorrow."

"No problem Jamie, remember to say hello to your parents for me."

And they both walked out.

I just sat there for five minutes thinking about what had happened. At first I was very upset at Ms McKlain. How could she be so ruthless as to take advantage of a student like that. And poor Jamie, I was actually feeling sorry for her now. I could still imaging the rich havei on her knees orally pleasing her teacher for better grades.

Then another thought acurd to me. I had already admired and respected Ms McKlain, but now I saw her in a new light. The fact that she could commanded such a position from a student awed me. I mean in class, Jamie and her haveged up friends would try to act so tough, but it appeared Ms McKlain was truly the queen of the class.

On my way home, I was actually beginning to feel better about the situation. Sure Jamie and her friends got better grades than they deserved, but thinking about the price they had to pay made me smile.

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Over the next few days in class I carefully studied Ms McKlain, Jamie and her friends. It was amazing. Despite what had gone on that day, all their interactions were as if nothing odd was going on. The group was still rude to Ms McKlain and she would always put them in their place.

Even when more assignments were handed back with bad grades, there was not even the slightest hint of change of expression on any of their faces as to how it would be resolved later.

Despite my curiosity, I had'nt gone back to witness more of Jamie's favors. I didn't really need to see that sort of thing. I was happy enough knowing what Jamie did without seeing more of it.

Until now, all of Jamie's papers were C's. That was until today when I saw Jamie received her's with a big 'D' on the front. For the first time I saw a change of expression on her face as she looked at her grade. At first she had a look of being very upset, then it quickly changed into a slight but cruel smile. I soon realized that she was no longer looking at her paper but at Ms McKlain. I darted my eyes over to Ms McKlain just long enough to see her looking right back at Jamie before looking away.

This was definitely something odd. I mean until now all of Jamie's grades were C's. If she had to do oral favors for a 'C', what would Jamie have to do improve a 'D'?

Curiosity got the better of me and that evening, just after school, I again snuck into Ms McKlain room and hid under her desk. Within ten minutes I heard them both enter the room with Jamie obviously very pissed.

"What the hell is this? A 'D'? How can you give me a 'D'?"

"Well Jamie, this was a very poorly done paper, I felt it didn't deserve any better than a 'D'."

"Do you really think so? Well I'm sorry you think that. What do you suppose we should do about it Ms McKlain?

"Well Jamie, I...I think someone must......be punished for that grade."

Wow, so that was Ms McKlain's terms. If Jamie wanted to get a better grade, she was going to have to accept a punishment.

"Yes Ms McKlain, someone should be punished." So, Jamie seemingly was accepting these terms.

"And....what type of punishment should be....be given?"

"Oh I think a spanking is in order don't you Ms McKlain?"

"Yes, I think that is deserved." Something was a little bit strange. Despite the fact that Jamie was about to get a spanking for her 'D' her voice seemed more confidant then ever. And even more strange was Ms McKlain voice seemed more timid, despite the fact she was about to spank her student.

After a moment I felt someone leaning against and over the desk. The only thing that separated my face and Jamie's was the thin table top. Then Ms McKlain spoke again.

"Ok Jamie, I'm ready to begin"

"Hold on Ms McKlain, let me lift up the dress first.....and slide down the panties.....ok now we're ready to begin."

I couldn't get it out of my head how snug and cocky Jamie sounded. I mean she was about to get spanked by her teacher.

Then quickly it happened [SLAP]. The table jerked as the sound of the first spank vibrated around the room. It was like time had slowed down. I couldn't believe it was actually happening. [SLAP] Another jerk of the table. [SLAP] a slight moan came from above. [SLAP] another moan.

I now had an image in my head of high and mighty haveged up Jamie bent over Ms McKlain's desk, with her exposed little ass sticking in the air. The thought made me tingle.

[SLAP]...[SLAP]...[SLAP]

Now the spanks were coming down harder and faster as the moaning became louder and quicker. Soon I could her faint crying as the merciless spanking continued.

15....20... They just kept going. There was now significant wailing coming from above and I was getting worried. Ms McKlain was taking this too far. Her student was in misery and there was no sign of stopping. I had to end this. As much as I wanted Jamie to suffer I couldn't allow this to continue.

So with one more spank I crawled out from under the desk and quickly stood up....and dropped my jaw.

At first what I saw didn't focus in my head right away. Something was very confusing. For some reamister, the sight of Jamie standing frozen with her hand held high didn't register properly. As my eyes traveled down the confusion only increased as I tried to comprehend why Ms McKlain was bent over her desk wailing. My eyes then finally centered on the exposed, and very red plump behind of Ms McKlain.

The full realization hit me like a ton of bricks. It wasn't Ms McKlain who was spanking Jamie, it was the other way around. But how could this be? Jamie was the one who was supposed to be punished for her bad grade.

I then looked back up to Jamie. She just stared at me, frozen with her hand still in the air. She was apparently stunned by my sudden appearance. Then she began studying me, looking at my reaction to the sight before me. I looked down to Ms McKlain's face. Her eyes were closed and her face was contorted in pain as her wailing was slowing down. She still hadn't noticed me but was starting to shift since Jamie had paused in her spanking. She was about to open her eyes and instinctively I dove back under the desk.

After a few more seconds I heard another [SLAP] immediately followed by another loud wail. Jamie then continued almost uninterrupted as I sat below Ms McKlain's desk trying to comprehend this new concept. So Ms McKlain was the one being punished for Jamie's bad grade. But why? Why would Ms McKlain allow herself to be spanked by her own student, then give her a better grade as a reward?

Then another image entered my head. The image of the last time I was under Ms McKlain's desk. The one were Jamie was supposed to be on her knees orally pleasing her teacher. But that's not how it was. Instead the teacher, who commanded so much respect and took no nonsense from her students was the one on her knees sticking her face between her rude student's legs, and now was bent over her own desk and spanked like a young by the same disrespectful girl.

Finally Jamie signaled the end of the spanking.

"Ok Ms McKlain, I think that's enough. Has someone learned a lesmister today?"

"y..y..yes.....I..I'm sorry."

"So you say, but I doubt it. When your done wailing Ms McKlain you can get up and change my grade."

After a minute, Ms McKlain wailing lowered to repeated sniveling and she lifted off the desk to move around to the front. Again I was petrified that I would be caught.

As she came to the front I had a perfect view of the lower half of her body. She still had her dress above her waist and her panties down around her ankles as she rounded the front rubbing her very red behind. Then she turned completely towards the desk and began pulling out her grade book.

Now her bush was only a foot away from my face and while she was busy re-entering Jamie's grade I peered between my teacher's legs. Her lips and pubic hair were almost completely drenched and there was some juice running down her legs. Now it made sense. Now I knew why Ms McKlain was allowing this to happen. It turned her on. She must be loving this. My sicko of a teacher must get off on dominating her students while in class, then being dominated by her rudest one later. Jamie got better grades out of it. It must be the perfect deal for both of them.

Now Ms McKlain, still sniveling, put the book back in her desk.

"Very good teach, take care of the little butt and see you tomorrow" Jamie proclaimed in a perky voice and then she was gone.

Ms McKlain stood in place for a full three minutes rubbing her behind and sniveling, then pulled up her panties, lowered her dress, and left.

I just sat there in awe. I now knew what was going on, and why, but I was still in shock. Then I heard the Janitor down the hall making his rounds, so I got up and left before being discovered.

That night I found it hard to relax. I tossed and turned as I thought about all I had witnessed. I was also a little unsure of myself. When I had first thought it was Ms McKlain who was dominating Jamie I had smiled to myself and felt a little tingle around my pussy. But now that I knew the truth, that it was Jamie who was dominating Ms McKlain I no longer smiled, but had that tingling feeling even stronger and deeper.

Then a question popped into my head. Every time Jamie and Ms McKlain where finished, Ms McKlain would only change Jamie's grade, yet I know for a fact that some of Jamie's friends grades were also being changed. This was a new mystery that I feared I would soon find the answers too.

Then for the first time, it finally hit me that Jamie had seen me, and knew that I had witnessed their little game. Would she do anything about it? Would she tell Ms McKlain? Would she stop all together?

I was still thinking of these questions when I walked back into class the next day. Jamie and most of her friends weren't there yet, and Ms McKlain was doing the usual, simply writing on the board. She gave me no indication that she knew of me.

Just as the bell begun to ring, Jamie and her crowd waltzed through the door making all sorts of noise and being rude. Immediately Ms McKlain told them to be quiet and warned them against mis-behavior. I was in awe of how Ms McKlain could be so confidant and in control with Jamie one moment, then be completely the other way around later.

Jamie and her friends seemed to quiet down and class began. For a while I couldn't bring myself to look at Jamie. But by mid-way through the class, I realized that Ms McKlain hadn't sat down yet. How odd this was. Soon after this thought, Ms McKlain assigned us a test and had no choice but to sit. I watched carefully the frustration on her face as she readied to sit down. When she finally sat, a moment of pain came across her face. I inwardly laughed to myself as I realized why.

I looked over to Jamie to see her cruelly smiling back. I quickly turned away and went back to my test.

Over the next few days nothing really happened. There were very few papers handed back and the grades Jamie was receiving were pretty good. I was also surprised that She never once approached me about what had gone on. I was pretty much convinced that she hadn't told Ms McKlain either.

As the days turned into a week, I was actually a little bit disappointed. A part of me was hoping to see more, witness more of the little games that the teacher and her student played. Finally a week and a half later I got my wish.

Ms McKlain was handing back our grades from the test we had taken. I of course got an 'A' and Ms McKlain smiled approvingly as she handed me my paper. The whole time she was passing out papers, Jamie and her group were talking loudly amongst themselves. As she reached Jamie the small group quieted down. Ms McKlain was trying not to show it, but her hand was shaking as she handed Jamie her paper.

Jamie took one look at the grade, then cruelly smiled back up at Ms McKlain. I could have sworn I saw Ms McKlain shiver. She finished handing out papers and returned to her desk as the bell rung. As Jamie was getting up to leave, she was showing the grade to her friends, and I could see what it was......an 'F'.

Through out the rest of the day my imagination went wild. What was going to happed this time? I mean if Ms McKlain had to give oral sex for C's, get spankings for D's, what would Jamie do to Ms McKlain for an 'F'?

Dozens of scenarios went through my head and needless to say by the end of the day I was very wet and excited. I could hardly stand the anticipation. Finally the bell signaling the end of the school day rang and I made my way to Ms McKlain's room.

Making sure everyone had left, I entered and took my spot under Ms McKlain's desk and waited....and waited.....and waited. Nothing! After a half an hour I was starting to get confused and worried. What was going on? It was at this time that I noticed the note taped on one of the inside walls of the desk. All it had on it was an address. I thought for a moment and recognized that it pointed to a residential neighborhood in a not too comfortable part of town. I figure Jamie must have written this and I could not be sure what she had planned. Never the less, I was much too curious and soon found my way towards the address.

I arrived at the address to find a run down looking house with several cars parked outside. I had no intention of walking through the door so I starting walking towards the back to look for a window. Unfortunately the large dog that was guarding the backyard would have none of it. So I found a window on the side of the house, braced myself, and looked in.

Inside, sitting around a coffee table on couches was Jamie and almost the entire gang from the class room. They all seemed to be takeing and smoking weed. Bottles were everywhere and the smell was horrid. The rest of the house looked just as pathetic. But besides that, there was nothing special going on. They were just sitting around talking. I couldn't even see Ms McKlain. Then there was a knock on the door. Jamie rose from her chair and opened the door. There stood Ms McKlain, dressed in her regular teachers suit and carrying a book in her left arm and a teacher's paddle in her right.

"Hey Ms McKlain, what a surprise, what can we do for you?"

"Hello Jamie...I wanted to....er...what I mean is...."

"Ms McKlain, unless you hurry up, I'm going to go back and continue smoking weed with my friends."

"Well I'm here to....talk about....your exam grade."

"Oh that, that was a very poor grade you gave me Ms McKlain. What was it you gave me again?"

Ms McKlain lowered her eyes "An F" I could see a shiver run through her as she said it.

"Ya, that really was harsh. And I heard you gave the same grade to some of my friends, is that true?"

She nodded.

"Tisk tisk, your a bad teacher aren't you Ms McKlain?"

Again she nodded, eyes to the floor.

"So what are you here to do about it?"

"I'm...here to....apologize."

"Ok Ms McKlain, we'll let you try, now follow me."

Ms McKlain obediently followed Jamie into the main room with all the friends.

"Hey everybody, look whose here. The teach is very sorry about giving us that nasty grade on our exam and is here is permisterally apologize for it."

The group hollered and laughed as Ms McKlain's face started to turn red. Jamie then took the book from Ms McKlain and set it on the coffee table. Then she took the paddle and joined her friends on the couch. Now Ms McKlain stood at the center of the group.

"Before we can listen to your apology, you first need to dress more appropriately."

Blushing even more, Ms McKlain began unbuttoning her blouse to the snickers of her students. Soon she pulled it off to reveal her rather large bra covered breasts. Next she lowered her skirt down to her high heels and stepped out of them. There she stood, only in white bra and panties, hoping that this would be enough for her wicked student.

"Ms McKlain, your still not dressed appropriately for class."

With a sigh she reached back and undid the clasp of her bra and soon her bosoms hung free. Her pink nipples hardening to attention. Then she took hold of her panties and lowered them. I was very surprised to see a bald pussy as the strict, no-none sense teacher stood only in high heels before her rudest students.

The boys whistled and the girls snickered as Ms McKlain held her arms at her sides and head low.

"Ok Ms McKlain, its time for you to begin your apology."

Ms McKlain slowly walked over to Jamie and, to my amassment, laid herself over her knees. Jamie, paddle in hand and smile on her face brought the paddle down hard on Ms McKlain's exposed ass. Ms McKlain jerked her body and gave a slight shriek before announcing:

"One, I'm sorry Ms Jamie"

Then came another

"Two, I'm sorry Ms Jamie"



"Three, I'm sorry Ms Jamie"



"Four, I'm sorry Ms Jamie"



After ten vulgar swats Ms McKlain ass was a nice rosy red as she squirmed on Jamie's knees. Then Ms McKlain rose, took the paddle from Jamie and walked to another one of her students, a girl named Tara. She handed Tara the paddle and, to my ever growing amazement, laid over her lap to.



"One, I'm sorry Ms Tara"



"Two, I'm sorry Ms Tara"



"Three, I'm sorry Ms Tara"



"Four, I'm sorry Ms Tara"

Every time Ms McKlain stood up, her ass was getting redder and redder. After the seventh and final student had paddle her, her ass was a horrible red. She was crying heavily and jumping up and down from the stinging pain, which caused her large breasts to jiggle and bounce obscenely.

Now Ms McKlain stood before Jamie, rubbing her tender ass as she held her head down. Jamie looked at her teacher, then jabbed two fingers into her pussy and began stroking. Ms McKlain squirmed but didn't resist. After a moment she couldn't stand any more and sank to her knees. Jamie continued to furiously jab her fingers into the teacher. Then sensing that the teacher was close to orgasm, pulled her fingers out. This caused Ms McKlain to whale in frustration.

"Oh what's the matter? Does the poor wittle teacher want more?"

Drenched in shame the teacher begged her student "Yes please, please, I need more, please put your fingers back in me."

"Back in where?"

"MY PUSSY! I need your fingers in my pussy!"

"Oh what a nasty little teacher we have here guys, she wants her own student to get her off. Well first she's going to get us off."

Jamie then inhaled some weed and blew into the teacher's face, before removing her own panties. Then Jamie grabbed her teacher's hair and roughly powerd Ms McKlain's face into her now exposed crotch. Ms McKlain immediately went to work licking her student's pussy for all she was worth.

As Ms McKlain licked, the other students took their delights on her body in other ways. One girl took a large paper clip she had stolen from Ms McKlain's desk and attached it to her left nipple. Others had taken markers and were writing obscene comments all over her body like "slut", "bad teacher", "pussy licker", "failure". They even wrote two big F's, one on each tit. Another girl shoved an empty beer bottle into her ass.

When Jamie had orgasmed, Ms McKlain was passed to the next student, Tod. I could remember that he always was making rude sexual comments about his teacher behind her back, yet now here she was bobbing her head up and down his cock while the girl was still fucking her ass with the bottle.

Most of the other students had gone back to smoking weed and talking as they waited their turn with the teacher's mouth. Finally after all dicks and pussy's had been taken care of Ms McKlain crawled back over to Jamie and rested her head in her lap. Jamie stroked her head as she spoke:

"There there, that's a good girl. Your apology seems to be sincere. You've made your student's very happy. Now why don't you be a good little teacher a go change those nasty grades."

Ms McKlain nodded, then turned around towards the coffee table. Jamie gave her a quick slap on the butt and Ms McKlain crawled to the book on the table. That's when I realized what it was, it was her grade book. I continued to watch as Ms McKlain opened her book and, with a clip on her nipple and a beer bottle sticking out of her ass, began to change all the grades from F's to A's.

When the last grade had been changed, Jamie lifted her foot between her teacher's legs and rubbed her sneaker against her pussy. Soon Ms McKlain began rocking her hips back and forth over her student's dirty sneaker. She rocked faster and faster until she exploded in dirty pleasure. She collapsed on top of her grade book as she cried through her orgasm.

After a good 4 or 5 minutes of takeing and smoking weed Jamie told her teacher to turn around and lick the mess she made off her shoe. After cleaning Ms McKlain again knelt before Jamie. Jamie then stood and walked out of the room. A moment later she return with what looked like a dog collar and a leash. She clasped the collar around Ms McKlain's neck and attached the leash. The teacher's body was shaking as she kept her head down.

"Now Ms McKlain, everything you have done until now was an apology, and we have accepted it. However, you still need to be punished for being such a bad teacher, don't you Ms McKlain?"

Ms McKlain nodded as tears formed in her eyes. Jamie then cruelly removed the nipple clip and beer bottle from her ass, as well as her high heels. And with that Jamie began to lead her crawling teacher out the back door. The gang was now really getting riled up. As the Jamie opened the back door I could her the loud barking of the dog. My eyes widened as the realization of what was about to happen dawned on me. The last image I saw was Ms McKlain's ass wiggling out of the door before it closed.

I turned around and ran, ran as fast as I could. I couldn't bare to see what was going to happen. It was too much. I just ran and ran until I reached my house completely out of breath. I went to my room and collapsed on my bed. As I lay there, I realized that my cloths were sticking to my body from the sweat of running.

As I began to remove my cloths I noticed my panties were completely drenched. I couldn't deny it. What I had witnessed had really turned me on, even as perverted as it was. I began to remove the panties for a new pair but my fingers accidentally brushed against my clit and a low moan escaped my lips.

Suddenly all the images that I had seen within the past hour came flooding back. The sight of Ms McKlain getting paddled, of the words being written all over her body, of the beer bottle lodged in her ass, of the crude way she fucked Jamie's shoe, and finally of her reddened ass as she crawled out the back door.

My knees gave way and I collapsed to the floor as I furiously rubbed my fingers against my clit, cumming hard a few moments later to these images.

I awoke the next morning with my fingers in my pussy. I got dressed and went to school. The entire day all I could think of was last evening. What would it be like today in class. How would Ms McKlain compose her in front of the same students that degraded her.

My answer came as I entered Ms McKlain's class. Nothing. Not a thing was different. I was truly amazed at how normal Ms McKlain acted when she was back in class. She was back to being her strict demanding self again. Even when a few of the bad kids were talking too loud, she immediately told them to be quiet and they lowered their voices.

However I did notice that she wasn't sitting in her chair very much, as well as the high collared blouse she was wearing. I'm guessing the two large F's on her breasts didn't wash away yet.

It was then that I looked over to Jamie and saw that sinister smile looking back. I turned away in embarrassment. She knew I was there last night. She knew I saw almost everything. But why was she letting me see all this? Was she toying with me?

In any case, the next few days nothing special happened. Most of the work we did in class wasn't very hard, even Jamie and her dumb friends did well on them. Despite myself I was just begging for Jamie to get another bad grade. I wanted to see more. I know its horrible for me to wish this but I was so dame curious to see the teacher I once respected get humiliated some more. Especially when Ms McKlain was acting so tough in class.

So when Jamie got a "D" handed back to her the next week, I almost shrieked with joy. I was almost shaking with anticipation the rest of the day. Finally the last school bell rang and I made my way to Ms McKlain's room. Making sure everyone was gone I slipped in and hid under the desk.

Right on queue I heard Jamie and Ms McKlain coming into the room after a few minutes.

"But Jamie, you didn't even turn in the assignment. I thought I was being more than generous by giving you a 'D'."

"Ms McKlain, a bad grade is still a bad grade, and you gave me a bad grade did you not?"

"Yes I did but..."

"Ok Ms McKlain, your right. I have no reamister to protest. I'll leave right now and keep the grade."

"No wait!"

"Yes?"

"I...I...your right."

"Right about what Ms McKlain?"

"You deserve a better grade."

"I see, you know what that means don't you teach?"

"Yes Ms Jamie."

Then I felt the desk move slightly as Ms McKlain must have been bending over it. Then the rustling of a skirt being lifted and panties being lowered. Then I heard the sound of a hand caressing bare skin as Jamie began tormenting Ms McKlain.

"You know Ms McKlain, you really are quite pathetic. Bending over your own desk while letting a female student half your age caress your bare ass. A student that couldn't care less about your class or your teachings."

I could here a low moan escape from the teacher.

"It reminds me of the first time this happened. I was sick and tired of all your cuckolds brownie and bad grades. I walked into your class after school ready for a headed argument. Imagine my surprise when you surrendered so quickly. I had always been warned that you were a tough bitch, but now your my bitch aren't you, your my little pet."

Another moan.

"Oh you resisted at first, trying to act all high and mighty, but I broke you soon enough. I remember your face the first time I told you you were going to be sticking that educated tongue inside my ass, all shocked. Now you can't get enough.

And your embarrassment when I showed my new pet off to my friends from class, it was priceless. You've made me a lot more popular Ms McKlain that's for sure. But you get what you wanted out of it as well. We both know how much you enjoy being humiliated by your worst students. Just look how wet you are right now, its pathetic. And your wiggling your ass just begging for punishment aren't you."

"yy..yes Ms Jamie"

[SLAP]

"Ahhh"

[SLAP] [SLAP] [SLAP]

"Ahhooooowwwweee"

"I mean I could work hard for my grades, but this is so much more fun isn't it Ms McKlain?" [SLAP]

"Ahhh yes Ms Jamie"

"Its a whole lot easier spanking my teachers ass instead of kissing it like some of your other students, like Amber for instance."

Did she just mention my name?

"Students like Amber work so hard to get those top marks, but I know this is how you prefer to give grades." [SLAP]

"Ohhhh"

"And what do you think of Amber?" [SLAP] "Do you believe she deserves the high grades that she gets?" [SLAP]

"Well, Amber is a very good student" [SLAP] "ahh, and she works very hard for her grades."

Finally, Ms McKlain is sticking up for me, her best student.

"Yeah, she's a regular teachers pet isn't she?"

[SLAP] "Ahhh!"

"Just like your my little pet aren't you?"

Well..hmmm [SLAP] ahhhh....yes [SLAP] YES! [SLAP] I'm your little pet!

And do pets deserve to be punished? [SLAP]

"Uh Huh!"

Where is this going?

"And since Amber is her teacher's pet, doesn't she deserve to get punished?" [SLAP]

"Yes Ms Jamie."

"So go ahead Ms McKlain, tell Amber how bad she's been."

"Amber, you've been a bad girl [SLAP] always turning in 'A' papers [SLAP] and being so smart [SLAP] and so well behaved [SLAP] and becoming your teacher's pet [SLAP]"

"And does she need to be punished for being such a bad little pet?" [SLAP]

"Yesssss!"

"Come on Amber, you heard Ms McKlain. You've been a bad little pet and need to be punished."

I was shocked. She couldn't really be meaning that I actually be punished...could she? She especially couldn't expect me to actually agree to being punished for getting good grades. I was expecting her to continue, to move on with her offense of our teacher. Yet all I could hear was my own ragged heavy breathing.

To my utter shock and surprise I found myself slowly rising from beneath the table. As I stood I could see Ms McKlain's shocked face, but worse Jamie's evil cocky smile. Instinctively I lowered my head. Why did I do that?

"Come little pet, join your teacher in her punishment."

Tears started to form as I walked to the front of the desk. Now I could see Ms McKlain's very very red exposed ass. That's when I felt Jamie's hand gentle push my back forward.

And there I was, lying over Ms McKlain's desk. Ms McKlain on the left, I on the right. The respected and in control teacher and her smartest dedicated student side by side, bent over the table, skirts up over our backs and panties at our ankles, and asses exposed to the cruel hand of the rudest student.

[SLAP]

The End!

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Mommies Make Great Pets!


My flower can be very demanding sometimes. From an early age Stacey learned that being a brat works well for her, whether it's at the school or sadly, at the home. This usually means she gets what she wants.

But as she's been getting older, Stacey has she been trying to challenge me more and more. All teenagers try to rebel against their parents, but I keep getting the impression that Stacey wants to take control of our lives away from me.

It worries me that she doesn't respect my authority, even though I am her lady. It also worries me that every time she openly defies me, especially in public, I tend to get..... well.....wet between my legs.

I know it's horrible, and sick. But when she gets all bratty and disrespects me, my knees go weak. I don't know why and I've never admitted it to her. I would absolutely die if she ever knew.

But I am still her lady after all, and I have to do my best to act like it. So one day when she came to me wanting a puppy, I finally decided to put my foot down. It was time she learned who was the parent and who was the young.

Since I hated dogs, I told her in no uncertain terms that I would not allow her to get one. She begged and begged, but I wouldn't budge. Soon she became her usual bratty self and resorted to name calling, saying I was a mean cruel mommy who didn't love her flower.

This was all very hard for me. I loved my baby very much, and to hear her say such things really pained me. But I had to draw the line some where, and not getting her a puppy was it.

After a week of begging and name calling, she just resorted to the silent treatment. How youngish. When I would come home tired from a long day at work and ask how her day went, she'd just ignore me and continue eating dinner or watching TV. When she went off to the movies one day with her friends, she "told" me to pick her up. I should have known better but agreed, thinking that it might improve our relationship.

But when I got there, she totally ignored me as she continued chatting with her friends outside the mall. As I sat there stupidly in the car, honking, she acted like I wasn't even there. The bitch! It took great determination not to reach down between my legs as she and her friends giggled at me. However, I knew I'd be indulging my perversion later that night alone in bed.

You see I am 33 and divorced. I had caught my piece of cuckolds brownie husband having an affair with this young blond bimbo and threw his ass out of the house. He laughed, saying that I would be crawling back to him in no time, but I showed him. I worked hard to pick myself up and now I had a very successful, high paying job. Besides my income, I made sure we get plenty of money in alimony from him.

So now Stacey and I get to live comfortably in our nice big house where I can fall arelax in my own soft King sized bed. My good income also allowed me to buy a brand new Mercedes, which I just absolutely love to show off.

But just in spite of me, my ex always gives extra money to my flower when ever she asks. He does it so my flower loves him more. I hate him more for it. He's not the one whose here for her when she's really in need. He's not the one helping with homework, or with boy problems or what ever. But since he gives her money, he's not the one getting the silent treatment.

So that brings us back to today, where I'm sitting in my favorite chair by the TV (This is one of the only other things I insist on with my flower, that she never sit in my favorite leather chair) when she came in the house with a rather large paper bag. When I asked her what was in it, she just ignored me and went into her room.

Later that day when I walked into the kitchen, I noticed laying in the corner a small empty bowl. On one side it had the name "Butter Cup". She had mentioned that she wanted to call her puppy Butter Cup. Well if she thought that I'd still give in and get her a dog, than she could forget it.

Over the next several days I began to notice other pet items being left around the house. A dog collar and leash on the dinning room table, rubber toys in the living room, including this really strange doggy tail.

I was beginning to get upset with all her nonsense, she still believed I was going to budge.

On Saturday, she spent half the day working on something outside in the back yard. When she was finished, she walked into the house and straight up to her room. When I looked out the window, standing there to my complete shock was an actual dog house.

Well this was the last straw. I had to end this right here and right now. She was going to accept my authority as the lady and forget this stupid idea of getting a puppy whether she liked it or not.

I walked right up to her room and pounded hard on the door.

"Stacy, open the door this instant, we have to talk!"

"Its open lady"

I walked into my flower's room and in the middle of all the stuffed naturals on her bed was Stacey on the phone.

"Mom, can this wait? Can't you see that I'm on the phone?"

"Stacey hang up, I want to talk to you right now."

"In a moment." And she just continued talking. I was steamed at her arrogance. Defying her lady yet again. Yet I allowed her to finish. I was trying to show her some level of respect so that in turn she'd show some back.

Yet 5 minutes later she was still chatting away, with no sign of stopping. I was feeling very foolish standing, looking at my flower as she virtually ignored me. Finally I spoke again.

"Stacey I've been very patient, hang up that phone this instant."

"Mother you are so rude, I'm on the phone with a friend. Can't you just leave and come back when I'm finished?"

I felt a little tingling sensation in my stomach as she said it. I hated when she did this. She was obviously attempting to take control of the situation by ordering me to leave. But if I walked out now, she'd win and totally lose any respect for me. I couldn't allow that to happen.

So instead of leaving, I continued to silently stand there. But as she talked on the phone, completely ignoring me, I found myself getting that sick feeling of offense, and I was actually becoming slightly excited by her attempted rebellion. Even more, something in my head was telling me to leave, to listen to my flower's orders and walk out.

You see its a little known fact that in the deepest part of any single lady's brain, she secretly enjoys it when her flower tries to overcome her right to power. Almost welcoming her flower to take over the dominant role. But they'll never admit it and especially never act on it.

Yet as exciting as the possibility of surrendering control to my flower was, I knew I couldn't do it. I needed to demonstrate authority, not presentation. So I did the only thing I could do, I patiently waited for her to finish. And waited.....and waited. After 15 minutes of talking about boys, hairstyles, and what ever else young girls talk about, I was beginning to feel very foolish again. Why didn't I just demand she stop talking this instant? Why was I letting her ignore me like this?

Suddenly I realized that my panties were sticking to the inside of my thighs. I was still becoming more and more turned on by Stacey's rebellion. Oh how I wish I could just reach down and re-arrange my sticky panties....and maybe even....shamefully rub around a little.

But I couldn't do that in front of my own flower. Perhaps I could quickly run out and satisfy myself in the bathroom before coming back. Yet she would see me leaving her room as acceptance of her command. No, I had to remain where I was, no matter how sticky my thighs were becoming.

Finally she finished, hung up the phone, and looked up at me. "Ok, now what was soooo important that you couldn't wait."

I hated her tone, it was as if she were the parent and I was just a young who was bothering her with my little problems.

"Stacey, we have to talk, I'm getting tired of all these items you keep buying and leaving around the house.

"But they are for my new puppy."

"Stacey, as I told you before, I will not allow you to get a puppy and that is all there is too it."

Finally an accretive tone. I was demonstrating who was in charge here. Now she'd learn to fully accept me as the female matriarch of the family once and for all.

But she simply giggle and continued "Oh don't be silly, of course I'm going to have a puppy."

She had now locked eyes with me, still trying to make me back down.

"Stacey, you can beg me all you want, but I'm going to put my foot down and say NO."

She began to rise off her bed and slowly walk towards me. "Mommy, would you like to know what my puppy will look like?"

"No Honey, I don't want you to have a puppy." I detected a hint of whining in my voice.

"My new little puppy will be so cute, with her wide puppy dog eyes, and nice long coat of hair." She was now standing right in front of me.

"Stacey, I don't think you understand...."

"Shhhhhhh" She said, raising a finger to my lips. I was shocked. How dare she shush me, her own lady. I should be taking her over the knees and spanking the little brat. Yet all I could do was breath heavily onto her finger as she held it to my lips.

"My puppy will also be very obidient to her new master. She will always listen and do as she's told with out question."

She was now softly running her fingers along the outside of my lips, caressing them. I couldn't understand what she was doing, but I was finding it harder and harder to stand up straight.

"I will also teach my new puppy how to do tricks. She will learn how to play fetch, roll on her back, play dead, and so many other fun games."

Now her hand was caressing my check. This wasn't going right. She was taking over the situation and I had to retake control, but her caressing hand was making it so hard to think.

"My puppy will also be given the very best doggy food and will be kept very clean as I lead here into the bath tub and thorally scrub every part of her dirty body."

Her hand was now moving down my neck and soon rested on the top of my blouse. I had still yet to say anything to stop her. With every second that went by, she was more and more switching places with me. Despite the fact that my moist cunt was now dripping juice down my thighs I had to take control of the situation.

"Stacey, p...please stop!" I was almost shocked with how pathetic I sounded. Like a little girl asking her mommy to stop.

Stacey giggle at my weak attempt as she began playing with my top button. As Stacey looked again into my glazing eyes.....she unbuttoned it. I felt a little electric shock go through my spin at that moment. She was fast taking control.

I didn't know where this was leading but she was obviously aiming to finally take my place as head of this house...second button....she was testing me, seeing if I'd submit....third button...I had to stop this and preserve my position as lady....fourth button....before all was lost.

"Of course mommy, my new puppy will need to be house trained. In the beginning she'll relax in her cute little doggy house outside. But guess where she'll relax when she learns how to behave?"

She held on to the last button, toying with it as she raised her head to my ear and whispered "Between my legs!"

My knees buckled and I almost fell to the floor as I held on to the bed post. I looked back at her with a look of fear and....desire as she undid my last button. Now my blouse was open partially revealing my bra. Stacey reach up and lightly pushed the blouse off my shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor.

"So mommy, what do you think now of giving me my new puppy?"

Her hands were now at my waist, slowly tugging down on my dress. My mind was screaming to stop her, but my throbbing cunt was begging for her to continue. As she moved my dress past my hips, and below my soaked panties, my sent filled the room. :smile

I knew I was fast approaching a thin line that I would not be able to return from.

In another brief moment my dress had completely fallen to the floor and I know stood embarrassingly in my bra and panties before my flower as she defiantly looked me in the eyes. I turned away, unable to return her stare.

"Mommy, would you like to know a little secrete, I already have my new little puppy. Would you like to see her?"

A slight whine escaped my mouth in response. Smiling she turned around and walked to her table drawer. Opening it, she pulled out.....a collar. The same collar I had seen a few days earlier. She turned back to me and walked over looking as bratty as ever.

"Here mommy, why don't you put the collar on my new puppy"

She handed me the collar. I felt a slight spazing deep in my vagina as I stared at the collar in my hands. Even though it only said Butter Cup on it, it had presentation written all over it. As I said, Stacey has been trying to take over control of our lives for some time.

With my flower looking at me in triumph, I raised the collar to my neck...and snapped it on. A wave of offense washed over me at that moment. I, a 33 year old lady had just handed the dominant role of our family over to my teenage flower.

Stacey had a look of complete victory on her as she began walking behind me. "So my mean mommy wish's to become my little pet does she?"

I didn't answer, my mind was swirling with confusion and lust. Had I just submitted to my own flower? But as Stacey began caressing my panty covered ass and patting it possessively, I quickly became fully aware of my new position.

"I said, does my mean old mommy wish to become my little bitch puppy slut?"

I nodded my head yes and she gave my ass a squeeze. "Will my mommy be an obedient puppy?"

I nodded again. She had now reached around me and began fondling my breasts through my bra.

"And will she do all kinds of tricks for her new owner?"

I thought of how degrading it was going to be doing doggy tricks for my flower, with my breast bouncing and ass jiggling for her amusement. I moaned.

She had now walked back in front of me as she reach down between my legs.....and started stroking.

"Will my little pet be punished if she misbehaves?"

I couldn't stop, the intimacy of it just made me answer "Yesssss."

"But puppies aren't suppose to talk, there suppose to bark. Bark for me Butter Cup".

I looked up at her for the first time. My new owner was waiting on me.

"Rough"

She removed her fingers from my heated panties.

"Good Girl. It seems my little pet is getting a little excited." She held up her hand to show me the sticky wet film on in. I could not believe I had actually wet my own flower's fingers with my pussy juice, through my panties no doubt. But she was making me so hot, and I was craving her domination of me. She knew exactly what she was doing and I was completely lost under her spell. She dried her slick fingers off my right bra, then looked back at me.

"Butter Cup, doggies aren't suppose to stand, there suppose to crawl for their masters."

I found myself slowly lowering to the ground. It was becoming official, I was completely surrendering myself to my flower. She was now the matriarch of the house. Moments later, I was on my hands and knees before her.

"Now lets play with my new pet doggy, roll over and play dead!"

I rolled over onto my back and held my legs and hands up in the air like I'd seen the neighborhood dogs do so often.

"Such a good girl" She started rubbing my belly and I felt strangely very proud. "Now roll back over and fetch" She through an object across her room and I immediately got to my hands and knees and chased after it. I could her laughing as I clumsily wobred my behind.

Quickly I found what I was looking for, a leash. I tried to pick it up with my hands but she stopped me.

"Puppies don't know how to use their hands silly, they use their mouths."

I lowered my mouth to the floor and picked up the leash with my teeth. Then I crawled to my very happy flower.

"I am so proud of my little puppy, she is behaving so well. Does my little pet know what this is for?"

I nodded my head.

"That's right, it's suppose to be attached to your doggy neck so I can lead my pet around." She reached down and clipped the leash to my collar.

"Come Butter Cup, time for your lunch."

She pulled on the leash and I was soon crawling behind her. We walked out of her room, through the living room, and into the kitchen. I was having a hard time keeping up and Stacy was getting a little annoyed.

"We're going to have to work on your crawling pet. But now its time for your first meal."

I started crawling to the table but she yank me back to her.

"No stupid pet, dogs eat on the floor, out of their bowls." I stared at the bowl on the floor. She told me to heel on my hind legs as she left the kitchen. A moment later she appeared with a giant bag of.....Dog Food.

My heart sank as I realized my flower would be serving me real dog food. She poured the contents into my bowl and told me to begin eating. I hesitated. It looked so disgusting.

"Come on Butter Cup, doggies need to eat to keep their fine coat of hair and muscle strong." She punctuated by patting my left thigh.

I looked up at my owner and whined.

"Don't be like that, this was the most expensive doggy food I could get with your credit card. But if you don't like it, the store does serve cat food!"

With great reluctance I lowered my head to the bowl. The smell was also awful, yet I opened my mouth and began eating. I had to really chew hard before I could swallow the hard food.

I could hear Stacy giggling to herself. I could imagine what she was thinking. She always wanted to switch places with her lady, and become the dominant female in the house, but she could have never have dreamed that her lady would actually submit to her. Even more, she was managing to turn her lady into her very own pet puppy.

My face burned in shame as I continued to eat my dog food.

When I was finished, I looked around for something to take. The food had made me thirsty. I looked up at Stacy and whined again.

"Oh, does Butter Cup need something to take"

I nodded my head.

"Then come on." She began to lead me out of the kitchen. I was a little confused, since she could simply fill a bowl in the kitchen sink and give it to me. Yet we continued across the house.....and into the bathroom.

She led me up to the toilet, lifted the lid, and just looked at me. I looked back at the toilet, and then to her. I was a little bit confused.

"Gosh, I had no idea that dogs were really this dumb. Your suppose to stick your head in it and take. That's what all new puppies do before their house trained."

My mouth dropped. She was telling me to stick my head into the filthy towel bowl and take. Even worse, I had just used this toilet not one hour ago, and my stench could still be smelled.

But my mind was decided for me as Stacey gently guided my head to the bowl, and slowly lowered it to the water. I didn't stop her as I closed my eyes. When the tip of my nose touched the cold water, I extended my tongue.....and began lapping. Stacey squealed in delight as she watched her lady further degrade herself.

With my belly full of toilet water I raised my head and waited for her next perverse idea.

"Oh, my little puppy is all wet and yucky. I think its time to give my doggy a good washing." She reached behind me, unclasped my bra, and allowed it to fall to the floor, my breasts popping free and swaying beneath me. Next she hooked her thumbs into the sides of my panties and quickly pulled them off my legs.

I was now on my hands and knees, fully naked before my flower. Tugging on my leash, she led me into the bath tub, removed my collar, and turned on the shower. In moments I was drenched by the ice cold water as it sprayed down on my back and head. I began to shiver as the tub slowly filled. When it finally did, Stacey turned off the water, took hold of the liquid soup and poured it all over my back.

"Butter Cup, you are being such a good girl doggy, now hold still as I wash that dirty body of yours."

I can remember when Stacey was a little girl, and I washed my baby in this very same bath tub. Now that same little girl was washing me.

I squirmed as she began scrubbing hard with a sponge. She scrubbed my back, my belly, my thighs, my....breasts.....my ass....and finally.....my vagina. I was starting to really get worked up as she seemed to concentrate on these three areas, and when she started scrubbing my slit hard, I found myself rocking back and forth against the sponge.

"Butter Cup, you really have to stop moving so much. I have to clean this messy pussy of yours." I flinched at these vulgar words words coming from her mouth.

By the time she had finished, it was all I could do to not reach back between my legs and finger my clitty. I was so hot. Even after she tried drying my vagina three times with the towel, I was still wet between my legs.

"Hmmmm, does Butter Cup like all the attention her owner is giving her??"

I couldn't answer her, it was too embarrassing. I tried to turn away from her eyes. But she took my chin and made me look at her.

"Does my little puppy like all the attention her new master is giving her?

I nodded yes in offense. It was one thing to surrender control to my flower, it was another thing to admit I liked it.

She patted me on the head and fitted me with the collar. Attaching the leash she took me to her room, where she sat on a chair. Like a little young she had me sit on her lap as she began combing my hair, or "grooming me" as she called it. To my ever growing frustration, she took great delight in wedging her knee between my legs and gently rubbing it back and forth.

Despite my best efforts, within 5 minutes I was practically shaking with need. By the time she was done, I was getting desperate and she knew it. When I got off her lap, she scolded me for leaving her knee wet. My face burned in shame as I looked at my flower's knee covered in my juices. But I wasn't surprised when she told me to like it off "Like a good Doggy".

I was appalled at the idea of tasting my own juice, but when she suggested that I was being a bad doggy I became terrified. I became very aware that I so desperately wanted to show my flower I was a good puppy. I must be a sick woman.

I stuck out my tongue and gently began licking the bare skin of her wet knee. It felt so perverse, but I licked it all.

By this time she could most definitely smell the must in the room from my pussy. I really needed to get off bad.

"Does Butter Cup need a little release?"

From the floor, I looked up to her and whined as I shook my head desperately.

"Does she need it really really bad?"

To my surprise, I started panting.

"Will she be willing to do almost anything to get it?"

"Roof" She had me, and she knew it.

With another wicked smile, she took my leash and led me out of her room. We entered the living room and I followed her to my favorite seat, the leather chair.

She turned around and before her lady, lowered her shorts and panties to the ground. Stepping out of them, she left her shoes and socks on as she stared down at me. For the first time since my little girl was.....a little girl, I saw her young cunt. I stared at the tender flesh of her vulva as the light pubic hair did little to hide her wet lips.

Then I quickly realized what she was planning to do. She was going to sit in my favorite chair. The same chair I've forbad her to use. Now she stood in front of it, ready to lower her wet sex upon it.....right in front of her kneeling lady.

This was a big statement she was making. This was another measure of her new dominance over me. I gave a little whimper as she slowly began lowering her moist cunt onto her mommy's precious chair.

My pussy spasmed when she sat.

Smiling with yet another victory over her lady, Stacey took hold of my leash and started pulling me closer and closer between her legs. I tried to resist at first, I mean this was my own flower, but all I could do was stare at her bare cunt. I couldn't believe how adorable it looked, so young, so fleshy....so...so....DELICTIOUSE.

I found myself salivating when Stacey began spreading her pink folds before me like a flower. My face was now right above her sex and her smell was intoxicating as I shamefully inhaled deeply, my nostrils filling with her perfume.

This was the price. This was the price I now had to pay for something that not two hours ago, I could have done in the privacy of my room with a vibrator. But not any more. I had surrendered my free will to the control of my flower, and that included my pussy. She now controlled that as well, and in order for her to allow it to cum, I had to stick my face in hers. And I was only too eager.

I lowered my face and gently kissed her bud, before slowly running my tongue down the length of her slit, licking the tasty syrup from her folds. I continued licking up and down her slit until there were no more juices left, then I fully extended my tongue inside her as I allowed my my nose tickled her clit.

"Ohhhhhhhh, gooooood doggy.....use that looooooong tongue of yours.....ohhhhhh such a goood doggy!"

Her degrading words made me more excited as I fucked my flower with my tongue. To my shame I was really enjoying her taste and I couldn't get enough. I wiggling my tongue deep inside my flower's tight vagina to get more of her sweet nectar. As she held my head tightly against her, Stacy had placed her legs over my shoulders. As she jerked her hips against my tongue her shoes began digging painful against my back.

I moaned from the pain but I dare not stop. I dutifully continued licking my flower as she desired.

By now my saliva and her juices were freely flowing onto the leather sofa but I didn't care. All that mattered was making my flower cum and then hopefully....hopefully it would be my turn.

But she was taking way too long. Five minutes, than ten, than fifteen. For a young girl she showed an enormous sense of self control as I continued to plug my numb tongue inside her.

She just moaned and moaned....until....until.... Finally!!! She came like a water cannon as my face became covered with her young liquid. Her cunt muscles practically pulling my tongue out from my mouth as she bucked and shook. For a full 5 minutes she held my face tightly clenched between her legs. When I finally rose, I didn't notice that I was licking my lips.

In a panting, lack of breath she spoke to her puppy: "Oh Butter Cup, you truly are a man's best friends....or a girl's. I can see I'm going to be using that tongue a lot more often."

I blushed.

"Is my little puppy still all hot and horny????"

I whined again, I was soooo dame horny.

"Ok Butter Cup, you can get off for your new master."

Relieved, I dived my fingers into my sopping wet pussy, I was finally going to be allowed to cum. But a quick slap to the face ended that.

"No you stupid puppy, dogs aren't suppose to use their fingers to masturbate!"

I looked at her with a little bit of confusion.

"I wonder if you actually have a brain in that dumb head of yours, dogs are suppose to hump their owner's legs when they masturbate silly."

I looked at her in total shock as she crossed her legs. Was she was really serious? She was taking this doggy act all the way. How humiliating this was going to be to "Hump" my flower's legs to get off.

But I was so desperate with need that I hardly waited more than a second as I crawled up to Stacey and straddled her crossed leg. My cunt was now between her knee and her shoe and I looked up at her for permission.

She didn't have to nod twice. Soon I was rocking my hips up and down as I grinded my leaking pussy along my flower's legs.

"Bark for me Butter Cup, show mommy how much you enjoy humping her leg."

"Roof...roof...bark...arf....arf....." I barked for my new mommy as I fucked my flower's leg like the bitch in heat I was. I didn't care about any dignity I had left. I barked and whined like a complete whore as my flower watched in awe her lady make a complete fool of herself.

Her leg was getting drenched as I desperately slide my cunt along. She was now pulling and twisting my nipples as I howled for my new owner. What a sight I must have been. For close to ten minutes I fucked Stacey's leg until finally my whole body shook with an earth shattering organism unlike any I've ever had. I only remember the very first seconds of my depraved release, for I blacked out almost immediately.

The next thing I remember, I was waking up on my back as Stacey watched TV. As I came to, I noticed there was pressure on my breasts. I looked at my chest and saw Stacey's dirty sneakers resting on them. I could not believe she was using my breasts as a footstool. Countless times I had told her not to wear her dirty shoes inside my house. But that's when I was the adult mommy. Now I'm nothing more than a pet puppy to my flower, and my breasts are mere foot stools.

She noticed me shifting under her. "Oh, so my little puppy is finally awake. She was quite the horny doggy today wasn't she?"

I didn't responded as my breasts continued to suffer under her shoes.

"I hope my puppy enjoyed it, because it's going to be a long time before she gets to do it again."

I whined, but for the next half hour she continued watching TV while her feet remained on me. This gave me time to reflect at the situation. If you would have told me a day ago that I would allow my flower to sit her leaking cunt on my favorite leather sofa, while she rests her filthy sneakers on my bare breasts while I lay naked before her, I would have said you were crazy. But that's exactly where I found myself.

Finally she lifted her feet off my chest and tugged on my leash.

"Come doggy, its almost dark outside and it's getting late. Time for bed." I began crawling after her but became very worried when she led me to the back door.

"Come on Butter Cup, its relaxy poo time. Lets see your new home!"

She led me outside and for the first time I really got a good look at the dog house. It looked bigger from inside the house. It was panted white and pink with one opening in the front.

As we got closer, I could see the name written on the top ...."Butter Cup". I held my head down as I crawled into my doggy home. Stacey tied my leash to a poll in the ground, then patted me on the head.

"Good night Butter Cup, have a good relax and see you in the morning when I bring you your dog food."

Then she turned around and walked back into our house...... or her house now.

How truly pathetic I really am. Today was suppose to be the day I demonstrate who was the real authority of this home. That I was the woman in charge. As Stacey comfortably falls arelax in my big soft bed, I can still her dogs barking in the distance and birds chirping as I try to relax naked in my new Doggy House.

3 weeks later....

Over the course of the next week Stacey continued to train me to be the best puppy I could be. She's taught me how to do all kinds of humiliating things for her, especially using my tongue.

Her favorite game is called "Find the Doggy Treat", which is usually lodge deep inside her vagina or ass. Shamefully, I'm getting very good at finding it. Especially since I've been able to stretch my tongue an extra 2 1/2 inches longer out of my mouth. Stacey's goal is to get it to stretch at least 3 inches longer. I guess I'll be doing a lot of cunt and ass licking in the near future.

I also hate it when she makes me go fetch the newspaper. I just know someone is going to catch me one of these days crawling naked across the front lawn in the morning light, then scampering back with the paper between my teeth.

Stacey has also refused to allow me to go to work. They've been calling to find out were I've been, but my flower just tells them I'm on vacation. I don't know how much longer I can stay away before I get fired.

Then, a week later my world completely came crashing down. While Stacey and I were in the back yard practicing how to lift my leg under a tree and pee, I heard a tremendous laugh coming from behind. When I turned around, my heart sank. It was my ex-husband and his new 23 year old blond bimbo wife.

"Oh my goodness, its true, its really really true. Stacey has actually turned you into her puppy!"

I looked over at Stacey and whined for an explanation.

"That's right, I've invited daddy to see my new puppy. When I told him all about you he just had to come and see for himself. Is this your new wife daddy?"

"Yes she is sweetie, this is Mary, my new gorgeous wife. Mary let me introduce you to my ex-wife.

Mary giggled: "Bob, when you told me your ex-wife was a real bitch, I had no idea you were being serious!"

They all laughed at this, causing my vulva to spasm sorry (or voluntarily). Then Stacey furthered my humiliating position: "Come on Butter Cup, how do you say hello to real humans?"

With my head hung low, I crawled up to the big titted slut who stole my husband....and sniffed her crotch. She giggled, pushing my head to Bob, who stood victoriously over me as I sniffed his crotch as well.

"So Stacey, you say that your lady has completely accepted becoming your dog?" Bob chimed in.

"Well, why don't you just ask her yourself?"

"Is it true Butter Cup? Have you fully accepted becoming your flower's bitch?"

This was it. This was my last chance to preserve any last bit of respect I could possibly have left. This was the moment to reverse all the horrible things I've allowed my flower to do to me. I could rise up, stand tall and end this.

But who was I kidding. I'm no longer a human, or a lady. I'm a puppy. I need my flower to control me, I need her to dominate me, and especially I need to be her bitch.

I looked up from the ground into my ex-husbands eyes, and with my breasts swaying beneath me, and a doggy tail wedge inside my ass, I announced my acceptance as Pet Mommy:

"Roof"

All three of them laughed as I continued to bark a few more times for their amusement. Before they left, I proudly humped my ex's leg, and licked his new wife's toes. He promised to start sending over more money immediately to make up for the job I was just fired from.

After they left, we were back to the tree practicing how to properly lift my leg to pee.

1 year later.....

Hello everyone, I just happened to come across my lady's computer journals the other day. It seems she wrote all about the beginning of her descent into dog hood. Unfortunately not long after that, her stupid doggy brain made it virtually impossible for her to think any more. Lucky for you, I found her journals and you wouldn't believe what else I found, but that's for later.

First let me get you up to speed on my pet puppy. Butter Cup has completely turned into my dog. She no longer does anything that resembles being a human. She eats, relaxs, and lives as my little bitch, and she loves every second of it. There isn't a moment that goes by that her nasty cunt isn't leaking mommy juice down her thighs. Its become such a problem that I'm worried she might dehydrate, so I make sure there's always plenty of toilet water inside her big belly.

Sometimes its tough to imagine that I came from the very same pussy that she rubs up against the bark of a tree when she's in heat, but I've gotten used to it. However, what she hasn't gotten used to is daddy and his wife coming over to humiliating her and use her ass.

She can never get used to the offense of neeling down with her ass high in the air as she is being belted by the very bitch that stole her husband, then taking it up the ass like a good puppy by him. The ultimate humiliatin was when Mary cut off all of mommies hair wife except for the sides of her head, to give her two long floppy doggy ears. She just looks so cute.

You know I can still remember the time when my mommy was the head of this house. When she ran the show. And I admit that I definitely wanted to take it away from her.

Even from an early age I wanted my lady at my feet. I wanted to completely take over as the woman of this house. And in many ways I already was. She would always do anything I asked for, as most people did. I was just used to getting my way.

Despite practically always bending over backwards for me, I never had the courage to completely take away her power until a few years later. When she finally decided to put her foot down and not get me a real puppy. Big mistake.

Never the less, I was still surprised at how quickly and completely she submitted to me. After all she was my lady. But within the day I had her humping my leg. Now she's my complete and total submissive pet.

Not long after daddy saw mommy under the tree, he had her sign away all rights and property over to my control. Even though I already ran her life, this made it official. She happily signed her life away, grunting as she rocked her swollen vagina over my sneaker. So guess whose now the coolest kid in school, driving a Mercedes to class.

Now I know I promised Butter Cup that I would let her inside the house if she behaved like a good puppy, but she really doesnt want to come inside the house anymore. She's much more at home outside in the back yard where all the real naturals live than inside the house like the lady she used to be.

So that brings us up to today, when I stumred across her password protected files. Besides finding this journal, I found several other things that reveal why my former lady was so eager to submit. It seems mommy dearest had a little thing for younger girls dominating older women.

There were pictures, videos, and lots and lots of stories. All of them dealing with the theme of budding young vixens humiliating and debasing their female superiors. Teachers, judges, doctors, and yes ladys were all submissive to young girls.

Sick I know, but who am I to deny her fantasy? That is why I've contacted her former secretary. She seemed very interested in coming over and seeing her ex boss in her new position. She also promised to bring along severale of the other office girls as well. I'm sure mommy will love seeing them all again.

It should be of no surprise how things turned out for my once proud, in command lady. The day her flower challenged her control of the family, was the day her greatest fantasy came true.

Any way, I've got to go. I have a large group of friends coming over for a party later. Sure hope mom won't mind. In fact, I may even let them play with her if she's real good today. After all, what's better than having your bratty flower dominate you? Try 20 of her bratty friends!

Mommies Make Great Pets! The End!

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My Evil Neighbor

My life is perfect. I am living the American dream. I had married my younghood sweetheart three months ago. I have a good paying job and we have just bought a house in the suburbs. My new wife Kathy is an angel with her long honey brown hair and cute turned up nose, her petite sexy body and bouncy breasts; she is my living dream.

My name is Bill, although Kathy insists on calling me Billie, and I am a systems analyst for HI-TECH COMPUTERS. When I married Kathy, who I have been in love with since grade three, it was the happiest day of my life. Frankly, I was surprised that she agreed to marry me, after all she is soo beautiful and I am not exactly a jock. I think that deep down inside she is shy like me and did not like the guys who were always trying to make out with her.

She wanted to wait until we were married before we started having sex. She told me only one permister had done it to her before; although that permister had done it quite a few times. I wondered who it was but she would never say. I was fine with that because I was a virgin and only one permister made Kathy a near virgin.

Anyway, we had moved into our new house and were making plans on what we would do, like change one of the bedrooms into a nursery since both of us wanted to have youngren. I had ordered an easy chair and I guess no one was home when the truck arrived so they just dumped the box on the front lawn and left. When I got home from work, as I was struggling to get the box into the house my next door neighbor showed up.

"Do you need a hand little man?" he asked.

"Why yes, thank you."

"My name is Frank Hawkins and I live next door. Here, give me the box and I'll carry it in for you."

He was a big man; well over six feet tall and I would guess about 240 lbs. He carried it right into the living room while I held the doors open for him. "Thank you very much. I was having a difficult time. Would you like a beer?"

"Sure."

"Kathy would you bring us each a beer please?"

Kathy came in with two beers. She had been unpacking and she was wearing tight faded shorts and the top 2 buttons of her blouse had come undone. Since she was wearing no bra, I could see most of her breasts when she sat the beer before me.

"Oh my, you are a cutie," Frank said. "Take a break and come and sit beside me while I take my beer." Kathy was blushing and hesitant but she did as he asked.

"So are you married Mr. Hawkins" I enquired.

"Not any more. I got divorced about two years ago. I don't miss her but I miss the home cooking I used to get."

"Would you like to come for dinner tomorrow? Kathy is a great cook and we would be happy to have you join us, wouldn't we Kathy?"

"Sure," Kathy answered without much enthusiasm. After Frank left Kathy said, "I wish you had not invited him for dinner. Didn't you see how he kept trying to see my breasts?"

"Now I'm sure if he looked it was not intentional."

"Yes it was. He would look down my blouse and then look at me with a leer on his face and make sucking noises."

"OK, after tomorrow we won't invite him back."

After having him for dinner the next day I had to agree with Kathy, he was a complete pig. He leered at Kathy most of the evening and at one point he said, "I bet you would be a good in bed." I couldn't believe my ears. He was an ex biker and while he had retired from the club he still had friends in the club. At one point he said to Kathy, "We used to capture pretty little innocents like you and make them suck and fuck us. After we tired of them we would turn them out on the streets to make money for us."

"You are disgusting," Kathy said.

"You say that but I can see your nipples poking through your blouse. You are turned on and you did not wear a bra because you knew I was coming for dinner. Now I want you to give me a kiss or I am going to slap around your husband."

"If I give you a kiss will you go home and not bother us anymore?"

"Maybe, let's see how well you kiss."

He grabbed my wife and kissed her hard on the mouth and then he started to push her down on her knees in front of him. "You kiss good, let's see how well you suck."

I said, "I think it's time you went home." Suddenly he punched me on the side of the head.

"I'll go home after your wife has sucked me off. Now get with it bitch, pull down my zipper, get my cock out and start sucking."

I could see Kathy, with a frightened look on her face, do as he asked and started sucking his cock. "If you don't want your husband beat up you had better try your best to get me off in your mouth."

I could tell Kathy was doing a good job by the look on Frank's face. She had never sucked me before. He was holding her head and face fucking her and Kathy seemed able to take his cock down her throat with little problem. She has done this before, I thought.

A few minutes later I could tell by Kathy's throat action that she was swallowing Frank's cum. "That's a good little bitch. You are a natural cock sucker. I love the way you swirl your tongue around my cock. I can tell you have had lots of practice."

Kathy stood up saying, "Now will you go home and leave us alone?"

Frank replied, "You did such a great suck job that tomorrow I want to see if you know how to fuck." Then turning to me he said, "I want to fuck your wife. If you go along with that everything will be OK. If you give me any trouble or try calling the police I'll have some of my biker friends take baseball bats and break both of your arms and legs. I'll have an iron clad alibi so you won't be able to pin anything on me.

"Kathy I want you to show up at my place tomorrow, wearing a mini dress and nothing else, to cook my dinner. Billie you had better encourage her to do everything I tell her to do or you are going to be in a world of grief and pain. Do you understand?

"Yes," I replied in a low voice.

"Say it load and clear and call me Mr. Hawkins."

"Yes, Mr. Hawkins."

After he left, Kathy was very mad at me. "How could you give me to that sex maniac just so he wouldn't hurt you?"

"Just play along with him until I figure something out. I won't be able to help you if my arms and legs are broken."

The next afternoon Kathy was already at his place by the time I got home. She left a note saying there was a frozen dinner for me in the fridge. She got home around eight looking tired and worn out. "That man is a degenerate pig. He fucked me twice and he won't wear a condom, and I have to cook his dinner every night this week including the weekend.

Three days later when she came in she said, "I can't take this anymore, tonight he had two of his buddies over and I had to make dinner for all of them and then suck them off after Frank got through fucking me. I'm calling the police."

"That's not a good idea. We have no proof of anything and you know what will happen to me if the police ever show up at his place. I have applied for a job with a computer firm in California. If I get that we will fly out there and never see Frank again. Just hang in there a little longer."

That weekend she came in with tears in her eyes. "Do you know what he made me do? He had some of his buddies over and made me dance nude for them. They are nothing but naturals. I had to do a lap dance for each one and play with their cocks while they fingered me and mauled my breasts. After he fucked me he sold me to his buddies for twenty five dollars each. I had to collect the money from them and then hand it to Frank. He does everything he can to humiliate me. Here, he told me to give you this," as she handed me a piece of paper.

The paper said, "This entitles you to one free fuck. Ass fucking and blow jobs are not included with your fuck. Enjoy."

"He told me I can't fuck anyone unless they have a paper like this from him, and I can't say no to anyone that has one. He said as long as you are a good boy he will give you one every two week. If you piss him off he will give yours to one of his buddies. You've got to do something to get me out of this."

"I have had a phone interview and I am invited to fly out next week to meet them and be interviewed by the president of the company. They are not going to fly me out there and pay all my expenses unless they intend to hire me. I know it's tough but just hang in there a little bit longer and we'll be out of here."

For the next few days before my trip she barely spoke to me. I don't know why she is mad at me. I am doing everything I can to get us away from here.

I was gone for 3 days. First of all I got the job. They showed me my office and who my secretary would be. They would pay for our cross country move and assist us in buying a house. I spent the last day with a real estate agent and purchased a bungalow not to far from my new job. I returned home bursting with joy and anxious to tell Kathy the good news, only to find she was not there. I went over to Frank's although she should not have been there at eleven in the morning. She was there.

"What are you doing over here?" I asked her.

"I have been living here with Frank for the past 3 days. He has decided that I can spend time with you during the day but I relax with him every night. And, he says you can't fuck me any more. The only sex you can have with me is to suck my pussy."

"Kathy, stop this nonsense. You are coming home with me now."

"I don't think so," Frank interrupted saying, "Kathy is fed up living with a wimp like you. She wants a man that can take care of her and that can give her real satisfaction, not a limp dick wimp like you."

I grabbed Kathy's hand and started to pull her toward the door when without warning he hit me so hard in the stomach I fell to the ground and then threw up. "Look at the mess you made on my floor. I want you to clean it up now."

When I did not respond immediately he kicked me so hard in the head I almost ******. The pain was so unbearable that when I tried to clean it up, all I succeeded in doing was to throw up again. "You are disgusting," Kathy said as she walked out of the room." Frank is right, you are not a man you are a wimp. I never want to see you again."

With a broken heart and a throbbing headache I went home. How could my perfect life turn into a living nightmare in just three months?

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Brother's Wife


My name is Frank Hawkins and I approve this message.

When my dad died he left his thriving business to my brother and I, 49% to me and 51% to my brother Billie. That meant my brother had controlling interest and the final say in any dispute. What also pissed me off was he named Billie as the CEO and me as sales manager.

Horsecuckolds brownie, all my life I could run circles around my dorky brother, but I knew both mom and dad liked him better. I don't know how or when but, some day this whole company will belong to me. Another thing I didn't like about Billie was he always thought he was smarter than me just because he graduated university. Come to think about it, everything about Billie annoyed me; well their was one exception, his wife Amanda.

I don't know how he ever got her to marry him. Billie is a dork and a computer nerd; Amanda on the other hand is gorgeous. She has long brown hair that frames her cute face. Her tits are not very big but her nipples stick out through her sweaters like little stones. She does not wear jeans very often but when she does her sexy little ass gives me a hard on.

To make it worse Billie hired her as office manager, so I saw her every day, and it bugged me to think Billie was probably fucking her every night when it really should be me doing her, At first I didn't mind so much because I told Billie I needed to hire a secretary. I hired this cute young black girl, probably not more than eighteen, to help me out. She helped me out all right because I fucked her almost every night. One time when I was away on a sales trip he fired her. He told me she could not operate a computer, was rude to customers on the phone and dressed more like a street whore than an office worker. He said I could share his secretary. Yah right, old Mrs. Crenshaw was not my idea of a secretary.

I would often come, but not right now because everyone was getting ready for our industry trade show in Las Vegas. We make fire and burglar alarm systems and every year we display our products at the Vegas show. We make up to 20% of our yearly sales at this show. Billie, Amanda and I were going to fly down for the 3 day show and operate our sales booth.

Shortly before leaving our new bank manager wanted to come and review our operation to help him decide what our new line of credit should be. So Billie had to stay behind to meet him on the day Amanda and I were leaving and he expected to join us in Vegas the following day.

All 3 seats on the plane had been pre booked so I had the window seat and Amanda had the isle. Shortly after take off I said to Amanda, "Move over to the centre seat so that it's easier to talk. I don't bite you know or at least not very hard."

"OK but no funny stuff, I'm not like that floozy secretary you hired. She was nothing but a slut."

Just then the stewardess came asking if we wanted a take or anything. I ordered a rum and coke for each of us and asked if she would bring a blanket because it was slightly cool in the plane. By the time she returned with the blanket our takes were half empty so I ordered another round. Amanda was not used to takeing and it was starting to affect her. She was starting to relax and even laughed at a couple of my jokes. At one point as I leaned over to show her a picture in the magazine I was reading, I let my hand rest on her leg under the blanket. I felt her stiffen but she did not remove it. A little later as we laughed at the cartoons in the magazine I started sliding my hand up her leg. She was wearing cotton slacks and I could feel the heat of her leg. Her leg tensed but she didn't say anything so I slowly slid my hand up toward her pussy. I almost reached it when she stood up and moved back to her isle seat and threw the blanket on the now empty seat between us.

"You are nothing but a horny goat. I have a good mind to tell Billie what you tried to do."

I got her calmed down, said I was sorry, that I just got carried away by her beauty. To myself I thought, "You bitch, nobody talks to me that way. You are going to pay for that big time."

Arriving in Vegas we went to the convention centre to set up our booth for the 9 o'clock opening tomorrow. She would bend over opening boxes and putting out our display merchandise and she was giving me a hard on. I would love to stuff my cock up her sexy ass and listen to her squeal. It was after 6 o'clock by the time we were finished so we had dinner with wine at the hotel and Amanda was feeling good and relaxed again. I asked her if she would like to drop into my room for a nightcap and discuss our plans for tomorrow.

"No, Billie is going to call me tonight and I don't want to miss his call."

"OK, so suppose I bring my bottle of rum to your room and we will have a nightcap and talk about what we want to accomplish tomorrow at the show?"

"OK but give me a half hour first, I want to take a shower."

When I showed up at her room, she was wearing a long bathrobe. She was not showing much skin but a least she had not dressed again. After some discussion about tomorrows plan and a couple takes she said, "I think you should leave now. Billie could be calling at any moment."

She was going to be harder to seduce than I thought. I had planned on fucking her tonight, but now was the time for plan B. "You were a tremendous help to me setting up the booth today. I know your muscles are tired and stiff so to show my appreciation I want to give you a relaxing massage. It will make you feel much better. Just lie back on the bed, on your stomach, close your eyes, and I'll do all the work."

I didn't even try to kiss her; I massaged her neck, her shoulders and then her back. I massaged her lower back but I stayed away from her ass. Then I told her to turn over. Again I massaged her neck and shoulders, then moved down to massage her thighs staying away from her pussy. She involuntary parted her legs just a little and making soft sighs. Good, I was getting to her. Now was the time to fondle her tits. I softly massaged her breasts and ran my thumbs over her hard nips.

"Stop doing that," Amanda said. Women are such liars; you can completely ignore what they say. Pay attention to their body language though. Her nipples were trying to push through her nightgown and her soft sighs had turned to soft moans. I put my mouth over one of her tits but I did not suck it I breathed my hot breath on it,

"Quit it," Amanda said. Women, when they say no they mean yes. They don't want to look like sluts so they say the opposite of what they want. I held my open mouth over her nipple letting my hot breath caress her. It was starting to work; I could feel her starting to squirm. I started moving down her body giving her hot wet kisses over her nightgown.

When I got to the bottom of her nightie, I gently started pushing it up as I kissed her bare legs and used my hot wet tongue to lick her. She was starting to breathe hard and squirm. As I worked my way to her upper thighs her nightgown was getting harder to push up, then I felt her lift her bum just a little to make it easier for me. Women are such are such sluts. Now I was giving her wet licks as I made my way slowly toward her pussy. I felt her spread her legs a little, she was not even aware she was doing it.

I reached her pussy and gave her hot wet kisses and short quick licks. She was saying don't do that but she was holding my head tight to her pussy before realizing what she was doing and then trying to push me away. She could have easily made me quit if she pushed harder but she didn't. Women want to be fucked but they want to pretend it's not their fault. I stayed away from her clit but I gradually probed deeper with my tongue. Just then the phone rang. "Frank let me up; that will be my husband."

"You can reach the phone from where you are. Go ahead and talk to him while I make you feel really, really good."

"Frank, stop that right now," she said as she reached for the phone.

"Hi Billy, how is it going with the bank?" she asked as she tried to push me away with one hand and hold the phone with the other. "It sounds like they are giving you a hard time. She tried to roll away from me but I would not allow that and I started tonguing her faster. "I'm sorry to hear that you have to stay one more day" Now instead of tonguing her I was giving her pussy lips gentle bites followed up by deep sucks. At that point she seemed to give up and let me do what I wanted.

"We had a good opening day here. Frank got orders totaling about 20,000 dollars." Now I went after her clit. Keeping my teeth covered with my lips I chewed on her clit. I think chew is the wrong word, lip massage is probably closer. "No honey, I am not breathing hard, maybe it's a cold coming" Shortly after that she exploded in orgasm. I could feel her juices flood my mouth.

"No really honey, I'm fine." Now she was holding me tight to her pussy and bucking her hips as her next orgasm built. "Maybe you are right honey and I am coming down with something, so I am going to hang up now and give me a call tomorrow." I'm not sure if she even got the phone down before letting out a loud Aaaaah as she had her second orgasm.

Soon after that she said "Please go back to your room now Frank."

We had agreed to meet for breakfast at 8AM in the hotel restaurant. When she walked in her face was already red with embarrassment. "I am soo ashamed over what happened last night but I have never experienced what you did to me before. I know that is no excuse for what I let you do; maybe I had too much to take; I don't know, but lets both of us forget all about what happened last night and I will make sure it never happens again"

"No problem." I could see relief flood her face. I didn't want the silly girl all nervous and anxious during the day because we had work to do but tonight it was going to be my turn. When the trade show closed at five I told Amanda I would meet her in the dining room at six.

"Lets give it a pass tonight and I'll meet you for breakfast tomorrow"

Look you stupid cunt, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. I have to decide how I am going to tell your husband what a fucking slut you are. Be there on time and you had better wear something sexy." I could see the look of shock on her face but she mumred something about being on time.

When she entered the restaurant she was wearing a dress with the top 2 buttons undone showing some tit, not exactly what I would call sexy but it would do. "I can't believe what a slut you are. You invited me to your room and met me after taking all your clothes off, and talked to your husband while you made out with another man. I just don't know what to tell my brother when I call him later tonight."

"But that's not true Frank. You were the one that wanted to come to my room for a meeting and I was wearing a robe. I tried to stop you from doing that stuff but you powerd me."

"You bitch; I can't believe that you are trying to make it my fault. After dinner we are going to my room and I'm going to spank your ass for your whorish conduct and then lying about it."

Up in my room I ordered, "Strip off all your clothes and lie on my bed face down with your legs spread. I am going to whip your ass with my belt."

"Please Frank; you know I did not do those things you accuse me of."

"Was it my imagination that I sucked your cunt while you talked to your husband on the phone?"

"You know I tried to stop you but you wouldn't listen."

"Get your clothes off bitch, you are trying my patience. If you are not naked on my bed in one minute, I'll strip you and give you 30 strokes instead of 20.

It's surprising how fast she could move when given the proper motivation. She looked so sexy on the bed with her legs spread, looking back at me. I felt like fucking her more than I did beating her but I had to show her whose boss. She took the first 5 with little grunts and a lot of ass wiggling. By 10 she was crying and her ass did look quite red. By 15 she was pleading and begging me to stop. By the 20th stroke she was just whimpering.

"Now I am going to ask you a couple questions. If you answer them both right your whipping is over; if you get one wrong the beating will continue. Now do you understand; and when you answer call me sir."

"Yes sir I understand."

Good, I think you are nothing but a dirty whore, do you agree?"

"Yes sir."

"You have to repeat it all."

"I am nothing but a whore, sir.

"You left out the word dirty but I'll let you get away with that this time. I think the only thing you are good for is sucking my cock. What do you think?"

"I think the only thing I am good for is sucking your cock sir."

Then get on your knees, pull out my cock and start sucking."

She scampered off the bed, and on her knees undid my pants and pulled down my boxer shorts. Taking my cock in her hand she put it in her mouth. "Use your left hand so I can see your wedding ring as you jerk me off in your mouth." She looked so sexy on her knees in front of me, jerking me off. I had wanted to make this last awhile to increase her offense but I realized I could not last for long so I grabbed her hair, pulled her head tight to my groin and thrust my cock as deep in her throat as I could. In a few seconds I was shooting my cum down her throat, enjoying her gasp and chocking noises while she tried to push me away. That was the best blow job I ever had.

"You are a lousy cocksucker. I hope you are a lot better fuck than you are at sucking cock."

"Please sir, can I return to my room; I am expecting Billie to call any moment?"

"No, let him worry and wonder where you are. If I am satisfied with your conduct I may let you call him from my room, or I might call him myself and tell him what a fucking slut you are. Now I want to relax a little on my bed so come and prop me up with some pillows, and then go get my cigarettes, light one and bring it to me." Amanda does it coughing a little because she doesn't smoke. "Good, now sit on the chair beside my bed and hold the ashtray for me."

Later after finishing my cigarette I said, "I am bored; find some music on the radio and do a sexy strip tease for me. I want to get a hard on watching you."

She started to argue but changed her mind, found some music, put her underwear on did her sexy dance until she was standing naked in front of me again. "You are totally useless, you can't even get me stiff."

"But sir, you just came in my mouth a short time ago."

"So, it's all my fault is it, is that what you are trying to say?"

"No sir"

"Look, I want a take. Put on your dress, leave your underwear off and go down to the bar, get me a double, rum and coke and bring it back to me. Make sure you don't spill any. Here is a dollar to pay for it."

"That will cost a lot more than a dollar."

"Then you will have to find some other way to pay him for the difference. Use your imagination, or your lips or your pussy to pay the extra."

She came back with my take, still looking embarrassed. I didn't ask what she had to do, but she made a fast trip to the bathroom.

"OK it's time to call Billie; he is probably quite worried by now. Let him know you are calling from my room."

Amanda dialed her home number and Billie must have picked it up on the first ring. "Hi Billie...No I'm fine... I'm calling from Frank's room...We had a lot of orders to write up so it was just easier."

I pushed Amanda back on the bed and started running my hand up her bare leg under her dress. "Frank, stop that... No, it's OK Billie he is just fooling around... I have to lie on his bed to reach the phone,...We have a good working relationship now; he's not as bad as you make him out to be."

I had taken off my pants, pushed her dress up to her stomach and dragged my cock toward her cunt leaking precum on her leg. "Frank, will you quit doing that?...No Billie he is just teasing me,...So how did it go with the bankers?...No it's not worth you coming down here for one day. Frank and I can finish up."

Now I was rubbing the head of my cock against her pussy and she was wet. Then I started giving her short quick strokes but not letting more than 2 or 3 inches enter her. She started to squirm and bucked her hips against me trying to get more of my cock in her pussy. "No Billie I'm fine...I am not breathing hard... I am not moaning...What, you think Frank is trying to fuck me...it's just your imagination...You can not hear me being fucked, what a disgusting pervert you are... Don't bother calling me tomorrow; I don't want to hear any more of your wild accusations." Moments after she hung up she said, "Frank you bastard, fuck me hard."

I was going to make her my bitch. I would fuck her hard several times then go in as deep as I could and hold still. Then deep inside her I would tense my cock to make it twitch. This always made them cum and Amanda was no exception. She was going ooh, ooh, ooh and clutching my ass tried to pull me in deeper. Once she came down a little, with my cock still deep inside her I started rotating my hips in a circular motion, causing my cock to massage her clit and she soon came again. I wanted to hold off until she had a third orgasm but her tight cunt pulsing on my cock was too much and I blasted my cum deep in her cunt.

"Oh Frank, I have never had it soo good; I think I love you." I smiled to myself thinking; I've got the dumb bitch right where I want her

The next morning I woke up with her hand on my cock trying to arouse me. "Frank, can we do it again?"

"No it's late, but you do have time to suck me off." I could see the disappointment in her eyes but she did what I wanted. It felt good to lie on my back in bed and let her do all the work. "Today I want you to wear something sexy. You are supposed to look like a salesgirl not a dumpy housewife.

I was having my morning coffee when she came out. "Does this look all right?" She did look quite sexy in her short yellow dress but I wanted to keep her on edge.

"Are you trying to annoy me on purpose? Go back into the bedroom and take off that fucking bra and undo the top 3 buttons on your dress and I had better see some tit when you come back or I'm going to beat you again." This time she came out looking more apprehensive until I smiled and said, "Now that's better.

"I want good sales for our closing day so every customer who places an order for five thousand dollars or more gets to spend an hour fucking you in your room. Since your room is already paid for and you now relax in my room I might as well put it to good use."

"Frank please, don't make me do that."

"If you don't stop giving me a hard time I am going to slap you so hard you will be dizzy for the next hour."

My idea was a roaring success. I made over $50.000 in sales and at one point customers were lined up waiting to get a crack at Amanda. When the show closed I went up to Amanda's room. She probably thought she had another customer. "Get into my room bitch, and run my bath for me. I'm tired; I did not spend all day in bed the way you did." That's called keep up the offense. After my bath I demanded, "Now I want a nice relaxing massage and then you can suck me off."

On the way home in the plane I revealed the next part of my plan. "I want you to get Billie to sign over 5% of the company to you." I don't care how you do it, I would suggest you cut him off from sex until he does, but it's up to you. Once you've got it, sign it back to me. That will give me 54% and controlling interest and I can take my place as rightful owner of the company."

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Temporary Wife


My name is Frank Hawkins and I approve this message, (I always wanted to say that). Now on to the story.

My neighbors are the Baxter's, Kathy and Billie. Billie is some computer geek that works for HI-Tech Computers and Kathy works part time for a law firm. I'll never understand why Kathy married him. He is a runt while she is beautiful. Her petite sexy body gives me a hard on every time I look at her. She has long chocolate brown hair that extends beyond her shoulders but what I like best is her full lips. Her mouth is usually slightly open and with her sexy lips it's like she was made for cock sucking. I haven't figured out how yet, but I am going to fuck that bitch.

I now live alone. I was married to Amanda, but the stupid slut left me just because I used to slap her around when she got out of hand. That brings me to my current problem. My parents desperately wanted a grandyoung. They were so happy when I got married, and they wanted me to set up a trust fund for the kid so that he or she could attend the best of schools and one of the finest universities. They sent me money every month to put into the trust fund. I had better things to do with the money so I spent it.

Now they were flying in from the east coast to visit us for a few days. They had never seen Amanda because we eloped in Vegas, but I had sent them a couple grainy pictures soon after we married. Now I needed a wife for a few days because if they knew I was single again they would cut off my money. That's were the Baxter's come in.

When I was married we often hung out with them. We would go out to dinner and a movie or have backyard barbecues's and play card games afterward. Even after that slut ran out on me I hung around with them some, often going over for dinner. I liked to flirt with Kathy and it used to make Billie jealous but Kathy did not seem to mind.

Tonight when I went for dinner I was going to put my master plan in operation. I told them my parents were coming for a couple days and if I did not have a wife they would cut off my money. Billie thought I was a horrible man to deceive my parents that way, but Kathy giggled saying I was a very bad boy.

"So here is the bottom line Billie, I need to borrow your wife for a couple days." I could see Billie getting all flustered and red in the face so I cut him off. "Look, it's perfectly innocent; I won't even touch your wife. Our master bed room has a double and a single bed in it. I'll give your wife the double bed and I'll relax in the single bed. I will probably stay up late talking to my parents so your wife will be sound arelax in her bed before I even get there.

"It's all pretend, like a game of charades. My parents send me a lot of money each month and I don't want to loose it. Do this for me and when it's all over I'll send you guys on a 3 day cruise to Mexico.. So, what do you say?"

"I, I don't know," Billie stammered. "It just seems so wrong to lie to your parents just to get a few bucks."

"Oh don't be such a stuffed shirt," Kathy answered, "and it's just for a couple days. I would like a cruise, wouldn't you? But Frank you have to promise me, no sexy stuff."

"You have my word of honor."

So it was all agreed. Kathy would move in the day before my parents arrived. She would bring a lot of her clothes and some flowers and stuff to make it look like a women actually did live here. Kathy still had her wedding dress so I had her dress up in that and we went to a studio to have some "Wedding" pictures taken. While the pictures were being developed we went to the mall. I wanted to buy some picture frames and a sexy little apron for Kathy and she wanted to buy a long bathrobe.

"I don't want you getting any ideas," she said.

Back at my home Kathy went into the bedroom to change out of her wedding dress and I followed her in. I kissed her hard on the lips and grabbing her ass I pulled her tight against me.

"Frank, stop that you pervert, you've got some nerve trying to feel me up in my wedding dress, and Billie would be so mad if he knew you kissed me."

"Don't kid me, you have been trying to turn me on all day. Now get that wedding dress off or I'm going to rip it off. Either way I'm going to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours."

"Now Frank, you promised me you would not try and have sex with me. That was the only reamister Billie let me do this."

"Stop arguing with me. Get those clothes off or I'll have to rough you up a bit. How would you like to go back to Billie all covered in bruises?"

"Don't make me do this. It's not right"

"I'm running out of patience with you bitch. Get naked now or I'll slap you so hard you will see stars."

"Please Frank," she said but she started taking off her clothes.

"As soon as you strip, get down on your knees and suck my cock for me. I want to make sure you know your place."

With tears in her eyes she did as she was told. "Wait a minute before you start sucking, I need to take a piss." Her wedding dress was laying on the floor so I stood over it and pissed all over her dress. "OK bitch, now get started."

This was what I had dreamed about, Kathy on her knees trying her best to get me off in her mouth. "Look up at me when you suck. Don't you know a bitch should always look at the man she is sucking off to see if he is pleased with her?" I had intended to fuck her but her gentle cock sucking was getting me so excited I knew I couldn't last so I grabbed her head, held it close to my groin and I spewed my cum down her throat.

She was part gagging and part coughing as she went to stand up but I held her in place. "Don't you know anything? You always lick the cock clean before you get off your knees."

She got up and dressed in jeans and a blouse but she could not look at me. Good, I may have broken her spirit. "Now behave yourself and Billie never needs to know about any of this.

That evening as she was starting to prepare my dinner, I told her to make extra as I was inviting Billie over to have dinner with us. I could tell from the look on her face she was not pleased but she didn't say anything. "Wear one of your short skirts and that sexy little apron I bought you. I want you to look nice for Billie."

When Billie came over, he did not look pleased either. "Since I have your wife, I thought you might like to join us for a good home cooked meal," I said with a slight smile.

"That's not really necessary; I do know how to cook."

I thoroughly enjoyed my dinner while both Kathy and Billie looked uncomfortable. They spoke very little so I had to do most of the talking. "Billie as you know my parents will be here tomorrow, but I don't think Kathy acts like a loving wife. Kathy come here and kiss me."

She came over and gave me a brief kiss on the cheek. "See what I mean, that does not look like loving to me? Don't you think she would look more like a wife if she gave me a kiss on the lips?"

"I suppose so."

"OK Kathy, you heard your husband, give me a nice long kiss on the lips."

If the fire in her eyes could burn, I would be scorched but she did what I asked. Fuck, the least she could have done was give me a little tongue. I'll make her pay for that later.

Billie spoke up. "Look I am not feeling well so I think I will go home."

After he left, Kathy was mad at me saying, "Did you have to humiliate him that way?"

I don't like women that talk back to me. I am going to have to teach her a few manners. After she cleaned up and washed the dishes, we sat in the den and watched TV and had a few takes. I knew Kathy did not take much but she was takeing a lot tonight because she knew what was coming next.

"Come on honey, I am feeling horny so lets go to bed and fuck."

Kathy had resigned herself but she still had a little fight left in her. "I may have to relax with you but don't call me honey; that is Billie's favorite nick name for me."

"OK, I'll call you bitch; now get your ass upstairs, get in my bed and wait for me." I could tell she was going to say something but she changed her mind and went up to my bedroom. I sat and had a couple more takes. That should give her some time to worry about what I was going to do.

When I did go to bed Kathy was pretending to be arelax. "Wake up you stupid bitch. I want you awake and trying your best to please me. I don't fuck corpses."

"Frank I am not feeling well. I think I had too much to take."

"Then next time you will know better. Now get those fucking pajamas off that you are wearing and tomorrow get your ass out to the store and buy some sexy nightgowns and ditch all your pajamas in the garbage. Now get ready to make me happy."

Frank, please wear a condom. My cycle is too uncertain for birth control pills to be effective, that's why I always make Billie wear a condom."

"You stupid cunt, I don't wear condoms. If I knock you up you can send Billie over to thank me for making him a daddy."

That was enough talking. I mounted her and thrust into her hard. I am very well built but she took me easily, her pussy was so wet. What I really wanted to do was get myself off fast and leave her frustrated but after just a few strokes she was bucking her hips against me every time I put my cock deep and I could tell she had an orgasm before I could cum in her. When I did cum I pulled out right away because I could feel another orgasm building in her.

The next morning when I woke up she was lying on her back with the sheets pushed down below her breasts. I think she wanted to get fucked again, but I had other ideas. "My parents are going to be here soon and I don't like your attitude. You had better start acting like my loving wife or I'm going to double up my belt and beat you."

My parents arrived shortly after lunch. After hugs and kisses all around my lady remarked that Kathy looked exactly the same as her wedding pictures, the ones I had framed and put around the living room. After dinner my parents complemented Kathy on her cooking and told me how lucky I was to have a nice wife like Kathy.

They went to bed early, tired after heir long flight but Kathy and I stayed up for a while and had a few takes. Kathy went up first and I joined her when I finished my take. When I entered the bedroom Kathy was standing near the bed wearing this sexy short nightie so sheer I could see her hard nipples and the shadow of her pussy hair.

"Is this more to your liking," she said with a shy smile on her face.

"That's more like it. You may be trainable yet." She looked happy as she hopped into bed When I got in bed she held out her arms to kiss me but I wanted her tits so I avoided her arms and went right to her tits. I sucked her nipples and she moaned. Even when I bit her a little too hard she would cry out a little but still hold my head tight to her breasts. The feel of the soft silk and the hard nipple underneath was really turning me on.

I wanted to fuck her and shoot my cum deep in her pussy, but I did not want her to cum. I think a wife should concentrate on giving her husband maximum enjoyment and not get distracted by her own orgasms. Once a wife fully satisfies her husband then she can turn to her own needs and get herself off with her fingers. Again I thrust into her hard being a little annoyed that I entered her so easily. A woman should endure a little pain first.

It had to be less than 2 minutes before I could feel her getting ready to orgasm so to try and prevent that I bit her neck. That had the exact opposite effect. Kathy had a wild orgasm and her bucking and twisting had me shooting my load long before I wanted to. This was not the way I wanted it. I wanted to build up slowly to my cum and when she was close to an orgasm I wanted to shoot my load and pull out fast leaving her frustrated.

The next day we all went to Knox Berry Farm, an amusement park not far from where I lived. Kathy was now acting like the wife I expected. She often giggled or laughed and would often walk along holding my arm.

That afternoon I invited Billie over for dinner again explaining the roles I wanted both him and Kathy to play. When he arrived I explained to my parents that Billie was our lonely next door neighbor. I told them that Billie's wife had run off with another man, and since I felt sorry for him we often had him over for dinner. My lady was full of condolences for him and even though he glared at me a few times he played his role and thanked her for her concern.

"I think he loves my wife too. I often see him looking at her with big cow eyes. Kathy, why don't you make his day and go over and sit on his lap and give him a nice big kiss. Now it was Kathy's turn to glare at me but she did it.

My lady said, "Tomorrow is our last day here in LA and we want to take all of you out to dinner and dancing. Billie seems like such a nice guy I'm sure one of you can find him a date for tomorrow and we will all go out and have a good time."

"I know just the girl for him. I'll set it all up," I said with a grin.

That night we did our usual. After my parents went to bed we stayed up and had a few takes, then Kathy headed up to get ready for me. Last night it was a red shortie nightie, tonight it was a black one. "Would you like me to do what you made me do a couple nights ago?"

"Kathy if you want to do some thing for me you have to say it."

Blushing Kathy said, "Do you want me to suck you the way I did before?"

"No Kathy, you are not a very good cocksucker. You need more training; besides I want to blast my cum into your hot little cunt and make you pregnant if you are not already. Now I want you to talk dirty to me because it turns me on."

"Frank I want you to fuck me."

"That's a good start now tell me more."

"I want you to fuck my pussy with your big cock."

"It's not a pussy, it's a cunt, and tell me you love me."

"I do love you Frank, I need your big cock in my cunt to make me happy."

"That's better. Now grab my cock, spread your legs and put my cock in your sloppy cunt."

Her soft hand slowly jerking my cock had me almost ready to cum before she even got me into her. I just banged her hard and shot my cum deep in her belly. She was moaning and calling my name as she came all over my cock. Damm it, I didn't want her to get any enjoyment out of this.

The next day even though Billie protested he did not want to go on a date, I told him it was to late; I had already made all the arrangements. I had paid a prostitute $300 to seduce him and spend the night with him and a private detective another $200 to get the pictures I needed.

I had a great night as I danced and hugged and kissed his wife right in front of him while the prostitute fondled his cock through his pants. When we got home my parents went to bed right away as they had an early morning flight. Kathy and I had our usual few takes before going to bed but Kathy was feeling bad for Billie. "I know I hurt him by dancing and kissing you. I could see it in his eyes."

I don't want to listen to that cuckolds brownie. "Get up stairs and get your clothes off. I'm coming up in a minute and you had better be ready for me."

When I got there she was lying on the bed in her red nightie. "Get on your hands and knees bitch; I want to fuck your ass."

"Please Frank, I have never done that."

"Good, I get a cherry ass. Now take this petroleum jelly and lubricate my cock. I enjoyed feeling her hands gently stroking my cock trying to get it slippery all over to reduce her pain. While I preferred to fuck her pussy I wanted to find a way to get myself off without giving her an orgasm. This had to be the way.

"Now wiggle your ass and ask me to fuck you up your asshole and make sure you sound convincing." Then I enjoyed hearing her ask me to fuck her in her ass. I could not thrust in quickly the way I had the last couple nights because she was too tight. As I worked my cock into her asshole slowly, I liked hearing her sob and when she turned her head to look at me I could see tears in her eyes.

Events after that happened quickly. Presented with the evidence of Billie having sex with a prostitute, he agreed to a quick divorce and Kathy got half of the proceeds from selling the house and half of his investments. Shortly after that I married Kathy and she agreed that the man should handle the finances, so she signed over her divorce settlement to me and I agreed to give her a weekly allowance to run the household. So I was pleased overall but Kathy still had a few faults so I would probably have to slap her around to show her the error of her ways, but what can I say, life is good.

Ensuite, il a atteint vers le bas, a attrapé le dos de ma tête et
poussé au moins dix pouces de ma gorge que sa vapeur
cum pompée dans ma gorge. Bientôt il a commencé à jaillir des
les côtés de ma bouche comme sa charge rapidement rempli toutes les
espace disponible dans ce pays. J'ai avalé rapidement pour que je
ne pas étouffer et Karl a eu que cela signifie que j'ai aimé
il. "Hey, ce cocksucker aime ça! Who's da cru?"

"Donnez-lui de Mo", dit l'homme dans le cul de ma femme. "Voir
ce qu'il peut faire avec un pied serpent noir de l'Alabama. "

Karl m'a poussé vers l'homme qui avait tout d'abord emparé de moi
et qui portaient maintenant un 12 "longue queue qui ressemblait le plus grand
autour d'une bouteille de coke.

«Il a toujours voulu fuck my ass", dit ma femme cherche
descendre à moi: "Maintenant, vous pouvez lui montrer ce que c'est que de
moi. Mettez-le sur le lit à côté de moi afin que je puisse vous faire voir
à lui. "

J'ai été à peu près plié sur le lit et m'a Mo environ
la gorge. «Je suis généreux, donc si vous voulez effacer
certains des cum hors de votre épouse et de le diffuser sur votre
ass-hole puis le faire rapidement, il pourrait rendre cela plus facile. "

L'idée fait sens pour moi car je n'avais pas le choix en ce qui
qui allait se passer et pas de désir d'avoir déchiré mon cul
ouvert. Alors j'ai couru ma main sur mon ventre où Kelly
il était d'environ un huitième de pouce de sperme et il a
sur mon anus.

«C'est un bon garçon», comme il l'a dit Mo pressé la tête de
sa queue contre mon cul. Instinctivement j'ai du mal à
s'enfuir, mais il a eu lieu dans une poignée de mon comme un vice acier. Comme
il a poussé mister monstre en moi, il a estimé, comme une putain
orange poussant contre moi et je savais qu'il n'y avait pas de
manière que j'allais être en mesure de prendre po

Vient ensuite le coq qui avait été dans le cul de ma femme a tiré
et ont commencé à pulvériser cum comme une manche d'incendie. Il a été tout
bit de 15 "de long et aussi grand que dans un boa constrictor. I
n'avait aucune idée que l'homme mâle pourrait être si long, il a été
presque effrayant de penser que ma femme a pris le tout dans
la chatte. Je viens, il a prié pour que ne pas essayer pour moi.

Mon épouse s'est mis à rire comme elle l'a atteint vers le bas, s'est emparé de la
monstre et il a fait à mon visage. Je réflexe brusquement
le torrent de retour de la tronche comme poussé Mo
dans mon anus.

"SHIT!" J'ai crié à la moitié de sa queue a glissé dans mon vierge
connard.

"Merci de chevaux," Mo rire à la gigantesque queue wielder,
«J'avais besoin d'un peu d'aide pour entrer dans cette chatte
enculé de backdoor cunt ".

Le gars dans la bouche de ma femme à quitter sa chatte comme
Horse est sorti de mister passé et Karl ses 13 "dans mister
bouche. J'ai presque oublié la queue dans mon cul que je
regardé ma femme commence à lui une profonde gorge. C'est jusqu'à ce que
Lu a commencé à pomper violemment en moi.

"Merde", a déclaré Mo, "Vous êtes un resserrement de la politique que votre chatte pute
épouse a été lorsque nous avons commencé avec lui. "Sa queue doit
ont frotté mes prostate (ou alors j'ai voulu croire)
parce que je commence à jouir dans le lit comme un fou.
Le groupe spécial de noix que j'avais été d'épargner pour les trois dernières
mois tous les rejettent dans l'atmosphère est maintenant sur mon lit comme un immense nigger
fucked my ass.

J'avais honte, colère, et prêt à mourir de
l'embarras, j'ai également été au centre de l'attention. »Rechercher
à tous les cum petite chose est que le tir », a dit à ma femme
comme sa bouche se mistert libres de Karl's coq, "il faut vraiment
vous profitez Mo. Il vous prendre comme un naturel. "

Je ne pouvais pas croire que Kelly a vu mon offense
tant. Soudain, le gars dans sa chatte a commencé à crier
"I'M CUMMING WHORE! TAKE MY CHARGE!" comme il a commencé à ram
difficile en elle, elle a concentré sur lui et a commencé à
mâle sauvage sur mister 10 "bite comme il est venu.

Après avoir tiré sur mister bourre en elle, il a sorti, il a dit,
"Karl, cette merde est tellement plein la tronche, je ne peut guère se sentir
plus rien. "

«Eh bien», a déclaré Horse ", mister mari devrait faire quelque chose
à ce sujet car il est notre hôte, ne mistert pas chose yeah? "

Horse attrapé ma femme par mister 24 "et poussé sa taille
chatte de mon visage. "Clean up de merde que vous aimer coq
faggot ", at-il growled.

Je pouvais voir cum déversement de Kelly's twat et j'ai pensé
à moi-même, "Il n'y a pas moyen que je mange merde!"
Soudain Mo poussé dur en moi, comme il a commencé à remplir mon
le cul avec mister sperme et forcé mon visage à mon épouse twat.
J'ai entendu une voix étouffée dire «manger ou étouffer la mère
fucker ". rire et rempli la salle.

J'avais perdu toute pensée ou de la fierté et la virilité, j'ai commencé
à tour la mention de la chatte de ma femme. "C'est tout le miel",
dit ma femme, que creuser plus profond de la langue et obtenir tous les
out ».

Pendant que je mange ce qui semblait être gallons de sperme de
chatte de ma femme je me suis senti Mo sortir de mon cul que d'être
remplacé par un autre coq. «Eh bien, depuis sa chatte est en
atelier d'entretien, de "la voix de Horse a dit," Je pense que je vais
avoir à utiliser ce lieu chatte. "et il a poussé mister géant
gland contre mon cul. Je n'ai même pas de protestation de mister
poing taille gland emménagé dans mon anus, je viens de suite
lécher ma femme chatte enflée.

Ma queue a commencé à obtenir de nouveau disque en tant que cheval abusé de mon cul
et je n'ai même pas essayé de le combattre. Je voulais juste que ce
toute l'expérience à la fin. "Hey Otis», a déclaré Karl, "cette
chatte est assez propre maintenant, vous êtes bro.

Il a alors attrapé ma femme sous mister bras et lui a glissé à
le côté du lit pour que ses jambes ont été suspendus pendant
la bordure et la chatte a été ouvert pour un autre chargement de coq.
Otis a amené mister 9 "coq (qui est encore plus de deux fois
aussi grand que le mien) à mister ouverture et il a glissé dans
pas de résistance à tous.

"Putain de merde ce mistert libres, je ne peut même pas se sentir quelque chose»,
il se plaignait, après quelques coups. "J'ai une idée,"
dit Horse. «Pourquoi ne pas vous aider à Calvin?

"Comment diable peut-il aider?" demandé à Otis.

"YA'LL obtenir les deux dans sa chatte," ri Horse. «Vous croyez
vous plaisantez, mais regarder cette merde man! "ri comme Calvin
il s'est approché de mon épouse », Otis, couché sur le dos et de mettre
la chienne sur le dessus de vous. "Otis renversé sur le dos
et ma femme à cheval sur mister entre-jambes en position assise avec
mister retour vers sa tête. Elle a ensuite atteint les saisi
sa queue et il orienté à la chatte.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Otis whimpered comme elle a commencé
à bosse dans sa chatte en vrac.

"Maintenant il est temps pour moi." Calvin a dit que il a déménagé sur le
lit sur ses genoux et lui-même placé entre leurs
jambes. Il a saisi mister dix pouces et de mettre la tête à mister
slit. Puis, dans un big push, chronométré à la Otis axes, il
poussée sur toute la longueur de sa queue dans sa chatte
aux côtés de Otis.

"C'est incroyable putain!" Mo crié, «J'ai une
idée, pousser plus sur mister ventre et je lui baise
ass YA'LL tout déchirer sa chatte ouverte! "

"Hell Yeah!" Karl crié. Comme ma femme, penché vers l'avant
gémissements et les cris de plaisir, Mo Otis du cheval
mister ventre et forcé 12 "coq dans le cul de ma femme.

La vue de trois bites géantes vont dans et en dehors de mon
femme dans le même temps, c'était trop pour moi à se lever et je
cumming commencé comme un fou. Apparemment, le cheval a estimé
même manière que tout à coup, il a tiré sur sa queue de mon âne,
attrapé ma gorge, et brusquement mon visage en face de mister
coq afin qu'il puisse jaillir mister sperme tout sur moi.

"Wipe que de la merde sur votre visage et vos mains à lécher
propre chatte! "Horse crié quand il a vu mister écrou égouttements
hors de mon visage. Je suis arrivé et a nettoyé le sperme de mon
les yeux et le nez et il aspiré hors de mes doigts, comme il a été
miel.

Je ne pouvais plus nier l'effet que cette situation a été
avoir sur moi. J'ai été traitée comme une sorte de
homosexuels cum salope et je l'apprécie. J'ai eu cum
deux fois et ne l'avait jamais touché ma piqûre. J'ai finalement laisser
à tout homophobe obstacles que mon esprit s'est mis en place et
Horse a montré que j'ai adoré sa grosse bite de black
en prenant comme beaucoup d'elle dans ma bouche que je le pouvais et léchage
le propre de tous les cum et merde qui a été sur-le de mon
cul.

«Nous avons fait punked ce pauvre pédé à YA'LL», rit
Horse comme je l'ai sucé lui propre. Dès que je ne pouvais pas le goût
cum plus sur lui, je suis passé sur les trois hommes de ma
femme et a commencé à lécher tout autour de la chatte et le cul. J'ai été
de langues chatte, ass, balls, cock, merde, cum, et qui sait
ce qui a été et je l'adore. Ma queue n'a jamais perdu mister
montage de l'écrou de mon dernier et je savais que un troisième
ne peut pas être loin derrière.

«Quelqu'un me baiser s'il vous plaît." J'ai crié comme tout le léchage
rapidement que possible, "J'ai besoin d'un coq en maintenant mon cul!"

"Beg-moi pour peu qu'il vous bitch!" Karl grogna comme il
abordé avec un magnifique disque de suite.

"S'il vous plaît donnez-moi votre belle queue, j'en ai besoin, remplissez-moi
up! "J'ai été sur le point de larmes de la frustration. Karl
effacé mon cul sec, avec une chemise à partir de la parole.

"Maintenant, vous allez avoir une expérience!" il en riant, et il
fermé les 13 pouces en moi dans une motion. Je pouvais sentir
le sang dégoulinant de mon intérieur des cuisses de ma déchiré
rectum, mais je n'ai pas de soins, je voulais juste être utilisé.

"Vous êtes un putain de mauviette." craché de ma femme, "Vous ne serez jamais
savoir ce que c'est que d'être à nouveau en moi. A partir de maintenant
le seul sexe, vous obtenez, c'est quand un de mes amoureux a
le cul ou la bouche. "

J'espérais qu'elle n'était pas grave, mais à droite, puis-je
était trop occupé à discuter.

FIN

Idem


Winning Amanda


Jim le grand cousin vient de se rendre au bout de 18 ans dans le
armée. Il a rapidement intimide et finement Jim prend
choses complètement dominant du ménage.

**


Greg et moi ne sommes pas frères, mais je l'ai toujours
considéré que nous. Nos mères mistert soeurs jumelles, et
lorsque le père de Greg a sur eux, Greg et ma tante Lou
emménagé avec nous. J'ai été trois et Greg est de six. Nous avons grandi
ensemble.

Greg a toujours été un grand Bruiser, désireux d'être en
contrôle, et j'aimerais avoir un sou pour chaque époque, il
beat the cuckolds brownie out de moi, au fil des ans. Il a été un mauvais
des étudiants et toujours un problème - sa mère et de mon
parents lui ont toujours été écoper les ennuis. Avant
il a même un diplôme d'études secondaires, il a obtenu en assez
démêlés avec la justice, que sa tante Lou signé
l'autorisation pour lui de rejoindre l'armée à rester en dehors de
primister. Greg a semblé à l'amour de l'armée, au service de 2 tours
Viet Nam (dans certains macho type commando-unité), et est devenu
un "à perpétuité".

J'ai été tout le contraire. Je suis allé à l'université et, après
ma première année, a épousé Amanda, mon lycée
sweetheart.

J'ai fini l'école, a trouvé un emploi et nous avons déménagé de l'État.
Amanda et moi avons été mariés pendant 15 ans, et nous
ont une belle fille, Cindy, qui vient d'avoir mister 14e
anniversaire.

**

Il ya quelques semaines, j'ai reçu un appel de Greg. Il avait
à la retraite du service, après 20 ans, et
voulu venir nous rendre visite. Je ne l'avais pas vu en près de 18
ans, et n'est pas certain et je dirais même le reconnaître.
Quoi qu'il en soit, il est presque mon frère, pour Amanda et moi avons mis
pour quelques semaines de vacances et l'invite à venir
visite.

Je ne pouvais pas croire ce que j'ai vu quand j'ai pris place à Greg
de l'aéroport, que le vendredi. A 3 ans de plus que moi, je
savait qu'il était de 38, mais il avait l'air 10 ans plus jeune que
que. Ses cheveux étaient encore coupées court, style militaire,
et de ses 6'3 "corps gonflés par des muscles en haut de
muscles. Il a regardé comme il avait un cou de 30 pouces et peut
départ comme secondeur pour la quarante-niners. Il a été énorme
la recherche et la moyenne - juste la façon dont je me suis souvenu de lui,
croissance. Comme je le conduire chez lui, il me de poing dans la
bras alors que nous étions de rire de quelque chose, et je
pensé que je vivais à la musique pop grâce à la porte de la voiture. Il
sifflé quand il a vu la maimister, et même sifflé
plus fort quand il a vu Amanda. Je savais qu'il serait
surpris. A 32, Amanda avait jamais regardé en mieux.
Blonde, aux yeux bleus, la peau et fantastique avec une chute de mort
corps, elle était un knock-out, en ce que propre, All-American
manière.

Greg lui a donné une longue accolade serré et a terminé l'embrasser
avec un fort, humide baiser sur les lèvres. «Mandy, vous êtes l'un
Premier morceau de la femme. La dernière fois que je vous ai vu, vous avez été
un peu maigre chose, circonscription par la maimister de votre
vélo. Vous assurez-vous ont mis au point! Maintenant, tout ce que l'enfer
faites-vous, accrochés à un peu geek comme Jim
ici? "

Amanda et giggled rougi quand Greg caressé mister arrière,
mais j'ai vu le peu de voir, elle m'a tourné. Je lui avait dit
que je me suis souvenu de Greg comme impoli et grossier, et
n'avait pas attendu l'armée pour améliorer cette attitude
beaucoup.

Après Greg montrant sa chambre, nous avons tous quitté le
patio, au bord de la piscine, et a eu quelques boismisters. Par mister deuxième
la bière, Greg a agi de manière à la maimister, vous auriez
pensé que c'était sa maimister.

Un peu plus tard, Cindy a obtenu de l'école. Ma fierté
et de joie, je remercie les étoiles, tous les jours, que Cindy a
les gènes de sa maman dans le département attend. Aussi blonde
et aux yeux bleus, elle était juste magnifique, ma douce et
innocente petite fille. Il a été mister dernier jour d'école pour
l'été, et quand elle s'est jointe à nous, je lui fait
Greg. Il était en ruine ses canettes de bière vides de la façon dont je me
crumble d'une feuille de papier à écrire et à nous dire tous les
lieux, il avait été au cours des 20 dernières années.

J'ai quelques steaks pour le barbecue, et nous avons tous changé
en maillots de bain. J'ai remarqué Amanda portaient le plus modeste
d'une seule pièce, mais, malheureusement, ma fille, à 14,
n'avait pas de maillot de bain, mister père a examiné
modeste.

Nous sommes tous allés à la piscine et Greg a démontré hors de mister disque
corps et a commencé autour de cheval, tirer tout le monde sous le
les éclaboussures, les filles jetant en l'air, et
faire des boulets de canon du côté de la piscine. Une fois,
il a lutté pour moi la bas, et je suis venu jusqu'à sputtering
et à bout de souffle. Je saisi cette occasion pour sortir
de la piscine et le contrôle de la nourriture. Greg est sorti de la
piscine, d'ouvrir un autre surgit la bière, et s'assit à côté de moi.
"Jimmy-boy, vous avez ici le paradis." Ses yeux étaient
verrouillé sur Amanda et Cindy comme ils mistert sortis de la piscine,
"Oui, Jimmy-boy, je pense qu'il ya une toute petite chose
l'homme peut vouloir - maimister, voiture, de bière et deux belles
femmes. Je pense que je suis prêt à emménager "

«Eh bien, Greg, tu es mon frère, la maimister et de voiture
à votre utilisation, mais: «Je signe de tête à Amanda et Cindy", le
âgées l'une est mariée, et Cindy est un peu trop jeune
pour vous. "

Il m'a regardé au-dessus de la boîte, "Don't kid
vous, Monsieur Suburbia. À Bangkok, Cindy'd être trop
déjà ancienne, d'apporter dans le gros. Cours, avec un
corps comme le sien - déjà havin 'les gros seins à mister
l'âge - et que les cheveux blonds, elle pouvait toujours faire appel à un
petite fortune, toute la nuit. "

«C'est dégueulasse, Greg."

"Jimmy-boy, il ne frappe pas, jusqu'à ce que vous avez essayer."

**

Pendant le dîner, Greg nous a dit une histoire après l'autre --
histoires de la guerre sur le feu des combats qu'il avait été,
les médailles qu'il avait gagné, et les hommes qu'il avait tué, à
potable des concours, et même ses conquêtes sexuelles. Il
pourrait raconter une bonne histoire et les deux jeunes filles ont été suspendus
sur chacun de ses mots. Après le dîner, Cindy réticence
emballés pour un "relax-over» à mister meilleur ami.
Il a été mister grand, à la fin de l'année scolaire, la fête, et
nous avons été entendu à ce sujet pendant des semaines, j'ai donc été un
peu surpris par sa réticence à quitter le «vieux
folks. "

Quand Amanda retourné de livrer à ses Cindy
partie, et de contrôle pour être sûr qu'il était escorté, nous
certaines cartes ont éclaté et a commencé à jouer "Coeurs". Je
deviner avec les boismisters, et le fait que Greg n'a pas
fait quelque chose de vraiment scandaleux, Amanda et moi avons commencé à
relaxer et profiter de la soirée, et (comme d'habitude, après quelques
boismisters) Amanda est devenue un tout petit peu d'un flirt. Autour
environ 10 heures, Greg jamais demandé si nous a skinny -
trempage. Je suppose qu'il pourrait dire de la regarder et à sourire
Amanda et je partage, que nous avons - bien souvent, comme un
question de fait.

Il a attrapé le jeu de cartes et a dit: "Je le pensais.
Eh bien, nous sommes tous des amis ici. Jouons un peu de mains de
'strip blackjack », puis nous allons aller à la piscine."
J'ai commencé à diminuer, quand j'ai senti la main sur Amanda
mine, "What the hell, James. Nous avons tous la famille, et nous
ne voulez pas recevoir nos invités en colère sur sa première nuit
ici ».

Elle avait raimister. Je n'ai pas envie de pisser sur un *****d-up
Greg. Greg a été le distributeur, et, à ma grande surprise, il a perdu
la première main. Il portait seulement sa swimtrunks et
il s'est levé et abaissé hors de mister bassin. Il a eu le
plus gros, plus épais, queue que j'ai jamais vu, la pendaimister de semi -
difficile entre ses jambes, et un peu surpris je pouvais
Amanda voir en lui donnant une inspection.

Il a commencé à traiter, et je lui ai demandé ce qu'il était
paris, car il n'avait pas plus de vêtements.

Il m'a souri et a dit: «Ne vous inquiétez pas pour elle, Jimmy -
boy. "Il a gagné la prochaine partie, et Amanda et je jeter nos
shirts. Je Greg liée à la prochaine main, mais a Amanda
buste.

«Mandy, de Mandy, de Mandy. Temps de payer le joueur de pipeau, chers".
Greg sourire de l'oreille à l'oreille comme Amanda s'est lentement
enlevé mister maillot de bain. Je pense qu'elle est vraiment
bénéficiant de l'attention, même si elle a l'air un peu
nerveux, comme elle l'a déshabillée et rapidement revenir à samedi
la table. «Je savais que vous étiez un blond naturel - jamais
doute pour un moment, Mandy. Et vos seins --
magnifique. Vous donner un nouveau sens à aller «buste."
Greg seulement levé les yeux de la grande Amanda seins
à regarder dans les yeux et le sourire. Amanda sourit dos,
totalement confiance à mister corps.

Je me suis levé, «Eh bien, je suppose que le jeu est terminé. Let's go
natation. "

Greg m'a attrapé par le poignet et me tire vers le bas
dans mon fauteuil. "Jimmy-boy, dire ce que vous et moi-mano
a-mano pour une part? Le gagnant prend tout? "

"Qu'est-ce que nous les paris, Greg?"

Il sourit à Amanda, puis m'a regardé, «Eh bien, la
perdant est le canapé pour la nuit. "

"Et le gagnant?"

"Ne pas être dense, Jimmy-boy. Le gagnant reçoit Mandy". Je
commencé à se lever, "Ne soyez pas ridicule, Greg. Cela a
allée assez loin. Vous ne pouvez pas intimider une folle de moi
pari de ce genre. "En un instant, Greg a attrapé mon poignet
et coupée à partir de mes pieds sous moi. Je suis tombé en avant,
à la table, la frappant avec mon menton, et a eu lieu
là, dans sa maîtrise du fer. Il n'est même pas la transpiration.
Mandy placé sa main sur l'énorme poitrine Greg. "S'il vous plaît!
S'il vous plaît ne se battent pas. Ne pas blesser James, Greg. "

«Je ne veux pas être ignorant, Jimmy-boy. Let's demander
Mandy si elle est partie. "Il s'est retourné et s'est penché sur mister
là, nu et lumineux dans la lumière de la lune.
Toujours en moi, il s'est levé et a frappé mister énorme semi -
dick hard sur la table. "Que dites-vous, Mandy? Vous
ressembler à un bon sport. Ce sera un bon moment pour vous,
ou l'autre manière. Jimmy et je vais jouer une main. Tu
vous pris par le gagnant. Voulez-vous être le prix,
vous belle femme? "

Amanda giggled et hiccupped. Elle me regarde, puis à
sa queue, et de retour à moi. Elle a acquiescé de la tête et dit: «OK»,
dans une petite voix. "Bon, je vais traiter." Greg m'a traitée 2
cartes et je suis allé sur le buste de la troisième. Il était saisi
Amanda autour de la taille et de tirer mister épingle dans la maimister.
Au cours de mister épaule, il a ricoché sur moi et dit: "Rendez-vous
dans la matinée, Jimmy-boy. Lock up, tourner les
les lumières, ça va? "

À ma droite, notre chambre à coucher, la lumière est venue de suite. Je suis plus
à la fenêtre et attend dans la salle.

Comme ils marchaient dans la pièce, Greg Amanda levé par mister
taille et mister jeté comme un petit natural en peluche sur
notre lit. Il a craché sur sa main et il a frotté la grosse queue
à quelques reprises.

"Let's just get les« brise-glace »sur la voie, est
nous, Mandy chérie? "Il est monté sur le lit, la propagation
Amanda's les jambes ouvertes et poussé par mister coq dans mon
femme chatte. Elle grunted fort à l'invasion rapide.
"Oh, Mandy! Tu es tellement humide, je could'a m'a sauvé la broche. Vous
doivent descendre sur tous les trucs macho, hein? Il se sent sûr
votre bon étirement serré twat peu, Mmmm, vous vous sentez
très bon enfant. "

J'ai vu que ma femme, les jambes ont commencé à s'enrouler autour de Greg
des hanches et des bras est allé à mister cou.

«Je savais que vous souhaitez qu'il bruts, bébé. Je pouvais le voir dans
vos yeux, toute la nuit. Vous aimez le grand, fort types
de vous, pas vous? "Et il avait raimister." Mandy "n'a
comme il semble - l'enfer! - Elle semble aimer cela!
Elle a été pompage ses hanches en dur Greg's. Sa
la respiration est à venir dans le souffle fort et gémissements. Elle a été
s'accrochant à lui avec toute sa power.

J'ai soudain pris conscience de la roche dure érection I
avait. Comme je l'ai regardé Amanda commencer à l'orgasme, j'ai commencé à
les mines, le tir ma tronche contre le mur, sans même
toucher moi-même. Mes jambes ont estimé bancal que j'ai atteint retour
d'une chaise et s'assit.

Je me suis assis et il a écouté ma femme baisée par se
mon Greg et ne pouvait pas tout à fait décider de la façon dont je me sentais sur le
ensemble - en colère, jaloux, mais aussi très active,
très chaud.

Je pourrais dire par les grognements et gémissements que Greg a été
Amanda a été cumming et jouissant de ses orgasme cette fois-ci.
Espérant qu'il était plus, je suis à la fenêtre,
à nouveau.

Greg sort et Amanda empoignée par les cheveux,
"Lick me nettoyer, d'une femme. Suck tous les cum hors de moi."

Choqué, je regardais même plus Amanda position Greg's
encore difficile coq et inférieur à sa bouche, à lécher et de
slurping la goo entre ses lèvres. Je ne pouvais pas y croire
il! Pour l'ensemble de notre mariage, après le sexe oral, j'ai eu une
l'intérieur de mister orgasme était hors de question pour Amanda --
J'ai toujours se leva et me laver. Maintenant, elle a été
Greg's up slurping cum comme il est trop précieux pour
gaspiller!

Greg Amanda tenue par les cheveux dans mister poing, tirant sa tête
monter et descendre sur mister érection. "Ouais, c'est bon enfant.
Keep up qui, juste comme ça, vous avez chaud petite salope. Je suis
loving it baby ".

Amanda avait la tête comme elle l'a sucé pompage Greg dans et hors
de sa bouche. Elle a été gémissements de plaisir, mister cul
tournant dans l'air. Greg a pris sa revanche et
insérer trois doigts entre ses jambes et de mister
exposés chatte. Ses doigts ont été étincelant avec
lubrification quand il a tiré sur eux et environ poussé
un, puis deux, et, enfin, le troisième doigt
ma femme anus.

"Oh, vous êtes bon! Gardez que jusqu'à maintenant. Oh, ouais. Maintenant,
écouter, vous petite salope, je suis prêt à jouir, et je
voulez-vous d'avaler chaque goutte de celle-ci. Avez-vous
comprendre? "

Amanda cherché à Greg et rapidement un signe de tête. Au sein de
secondes, Greg a commencé à bosse au large des hanches de mister lit,
poussant sa viande encore plus profondément dans ma femme souffrant de la faim
bouche. Il a été à venir, encore une fois! Et j'ai pu voir Amanda's
la gorge de travail comme elle l'a avalé mister sperme. A échappé à la mondialisation
ses lèvres et a couru à mister menton, passant de là à
balançant mister sein. Quand Greg a fait venir dans mister
bouche, Amanda s'agenouilla, pris le dessus sur mister errant
doigt, et sucer mister doigt propre.

Greg a donné mister cul à nu un grand coup, en laissant un rouge
marque. "Vous êtes un petit morceau de hot ass, Mandy, aucune
nier. Mais ne vous laissez pas avoir trop à l'aise,
J'ai tout juste commencé. "

Et il l'a fait. Je tas, de façon irrégulière, à la présidence. Partout dans
la nuit, j'ai été réveillée par les bruits de Greg et
Amanda's désinhibés sexe. Je mai ont manqué un moment ou à
deux, mais de mon calcul, Greg baisé ma femme, six
fois et a demandé et reçu 2 coup emplois. Il a été
insatiable - ne jamais faire totalement souple, restant toujours
au moins semi-rigide. Ils n'ont pas beaucoup de sommeil qui
de nuit.

Enfin, à la lumière du jour, j'ai marché à travers le patio
porte, plus que d'entendre des gémissements et grognements. Puis, après une
tandis que la douche, j'ai entendu le début et réalisé que le
les bruits venaient de la salle de bain. Je regarda dans la
la vapeur pour les voir dans notre baignoire surdimensionnée, Amanda
courbé vers l'avant, frappant l'eau, mister dos comme Greg
poussé mister érection du matin dans et hors de Amanda's
connard! C'était quelque chose qu'elle avait toujours dit
dégoûté, et elle n'a jamais voulu l'essayer, même avec
moi!

Je me tenais là, avec mon propre matin érection, caresser
jusqu'à ce que j'ai ajouté à la mention de mon collant, que la transpiration mess
est la feuille sur notre lit. Je m'habille et mistert entrés dans la
cuisine.

Dans peu de temps, Greg est apparu et s'est assis à la cuisine
table. "Bonjour, Jimmy-boy. Vous ne regardez pas comme vous
trop bien dormi. J'ai dormi comme un bébé. Je suppose que je devrais
vous dire que face Blackjack est un passe-temps de la mine. Tu
should'a couper les cartes. "Il a ri un énorme éclat de rire.

"Vous êtes un vrai salaud, Greg. C'est ma femme, vous avez fait
que! "Et je jeta sur lui.

Bien sûr, il a attrapé ma main et a écrasé dans mister immense
poing. Je froissé à la parole, ma main encore dans mister
étau.

"Je n'ai pas fait une seule chose à votre petite dame, elle
ne voulait pas de moi de le faire, Jimmy-boy. Et elle semblait comme
elle aussi. Elle a un peu chaud et prêt chatte, et
aime à utiliser. Vous n'avez pas entendu hurler à l'aide,
avez-vous? "

J'ai réussi un "non" serré entre mes dents.

"Non, elle n'a pas. Regarde, elle a été mariée à un long temps --
elle a juste voulu avoir un peu d'excitation. Alright,
maintenant, Jimmy. Je vais laisser aller, mais il faut se comporter,
ok? "

Je signe de tête.

Il a lâché ma main et j'ai tenu le doucement avec ma gauche.
Il a estimé à l'instar de tous les os ont été broyés à
poudre.

Amanda est entré dans la cuisine, vêtue d'une jupe et
chandail. Elle attend comme elle était allée à une réunion de la ZEP,
au lieu de baiser mister cul dans le lit toute la nuit. Elle
examiné au niveau du sol et non pas à moi. Greg sourit. «Eh bien,
voici la partie fille, maintenant. Jimmy se demande si vous
passé un bon moment, la nuit dernière. Je lui ai dit que vous l'avez fait. Tu
fait, n'est-ce pas? "

Amanda acquiesça.

«Dis-lui, il sait que vous êtes bien. Dis-lui que vous aviez
un bon moment, Mandy. Dites-lui ce que vous avez aimé les meilleurs. "

Amanda m'a regardé, puis de retour à la parole. «J'ai eu un
temps, James. J'ai bien aimé moi-même, la nuit dernière. "

Greg a souri ", Voir, Jimmy-garçon, tout est bien.
Mandy, juste pour Jimmy peut voir que vous avez voulu
participer à la fête, la nuit dernière, ce qui montre que vous
lui comment vous vous suck my wang? "

"Non, Greg. Je ne peux pas. Pas ici. Pas cette
matin ». Il a atteint et Amanda attrapé par les cheveux,
tirant sur mister visage au sein de pouce de mister. «Écoutez, vous
petite chatte. Vous pensez à la nuit dernière puis dire
moi, vous ne pouvez pas. Vous êtes la plus chaude, avide de coqs,
J'ai petite salope baisée dans un long moment. Ne pas y aller
Miss-Prim jouer et bonne avec moi. Vous savez que vous êtes
mon sale, peu de pute. "Il a attrapé par le Amanda
épaules et de power à ses genoux. "Unzip moi, vous
hot petite salope. Vous savez quoi faire. "

Je me tenais là, berçant ma part, mon sentiment coq grandir
dur comme je l'ai vu prendre Amanda Greg est difficile de coq
mister pantalon, et moins sur sa bouche à lui. J'ai regardé
mon gentil petit PTA épouse Greg sucé sur les grandes
knarled coq.

"Jimmy-boy, dans l'esprit de bonne volonté, pourquoi ne pas vous
lever votre petite dame de la jupe et faire quelque chose d'utile
avec ce boner dans votre pantalon. Montrez-lui il n'y a pas de disque
sentiment d'être un bon hôte pour vos clients. "
Je n'ai pas fait valoir, parce que je n'ai pas envie de discuter avec
lui. Je voulais faire exactement ce qu'il me disait à
faire.

Amanda a levé sa bouche hors de Greg de l'érection que je
levé de sa position debout et a levé sa jupe
sur mister dos courbé, "Non, James. S'il vous plaît ne le font pas. Ce n'est pas comme
cet. S'il vous plaît! "

Mais je n'ai pas de soins. J'ai abandonné mes jeans et courts métrages,
tiré sa culotte et a pénétré dans mister humide, chaud-vapeur
cunt.

J'ai été proche de l'orgasme, rapide, quand Greg a dit: «Essayez de mister
porte arrière, Jimmy-boy. Il a été un véritable combat, ce
matin, mais il devrait être plus facile aller, maintenant. "

J'ai immédiatement commencé mon orgasme, et je pouvais sentir Amanda
serrer autour de moi comme elle a commencé le sien aussi. Lorsque j'ai été
fait et a glissé hors de mister canal visqueux, Greg tiré
sa queue de sa bouche, elle a levé plus de ses genoux,
jusqu'à ce qu'elle réglé par la chatte sur mister érection,
elle a roulé à l'un après l'autre, l'orgasme.

Enfin, Greg s'est levé, qui tient encore sur ses Amanda
coq, se rendait à pied à un mur, et pompée dans ma femme, coincé
au pied du mur, jusqu'à ce qu'il est venu. Amanda a glissé hors de mister pôle
et à la parole.

Greg renforcé plus près de sa tenue et mister menton dans sa
main. "Vous savez quoi faire, sweet petite salope."

Amanda agenouillés devant Greg, lécher et sucer la queue
propres de l'ensemble de nos jus mélangés amour. Quand elle a terminé,
elle a doucement remplacé mister coq encore difficile dans mister pantalon
zipped et leur place.

Greg samedi dans mister fauteuil, "Ah! Vous savez? Un gars pourrait
vraiment faire comme ici. Maintenant, qui de la cuisine
petit-déjeuner? "

Cindy est retourné après le petit déjeuner, et les quatre de nous ont été
sightseeing. Greg a fait comme si ce qui s'était passé la
nuit précédente et que ce matin-là ont été une chose normale
comme pourrait l'être. Amanda a géré un «Je suis tellement désolé
James ", quand elle eu la chance, mais j'ai vu que
Greg a passé la plupart de la journée avec ma femme et ma fille sur
ses bras. Je regardais de sa moindre avance
vers Cindy, mais il a été le "Uncle gentiment" à elle,
toute la journée.

Je me suis réveillé avec un début. L'horloge dit qu'il est après 1 heure du matin.
Le lit était vide à côté de moi, puis j'ai entendu le lourd
la respiration. Amanda était à l'étage, à côté du lit, le
quatre pattes, et Greg a labourer dans la chatte, doggie -
style. J'ai renversé et a tenté de retourner dormir. Je
s'est réveillé au bout de 2 heures du matin, et comme je l'ai regardé sur le côté, il a été
Greg a été évident sur le dos, sur le sol, et Amanda
a été d'étouffer ses cris comme elle est venue, Greg circonscription du coq
comme il l'a pincé et tiré ses efforts sur ses gros mamelons,
bouncing boobs. Greg a raimister - elle était une chienne!

Greg est resté pendant plus d'une semaine, et il a été le même,
tous les soirs. Greg est venu dans notre chambre et mon baiser
épouse, à plusieurs reprises, jusqu'à ce que les petites heures de la
matin. Chaque fois que Cindy était hors de la maimister, Amanda's
la bouche et le cul et la chatte a été ouverte pour les entreprises, mais
Greg et où elles voulaient. Il n'était pas question pour eux
si j'étais dans la maimister, ou même dans la même chambre!
Il n'y a pas de nier le fait que Amanda est vraiment
jusqu'à l'arrêt «prises» par cette grande brute. Elle
ne peut pas obtenir assez de lui. Greg est en contrôle total.
Il a même la chatte rasée Amanda!

Le mardi, j'ai vu assez et est retourné au travail. Il
était presque aussi mauvais que rester à la maimister et de regarder, parce que
Je ne pouvais pas obtenir leur putain de mon esprit.

Un jour, au cours de la deuxième semaine, je partais pour un travail
lorsque 2 énorme Black gars tiré dans l'allée. Ils
ont dit qu'ils étaient des copains de l'armée, Greg, et il a
invités plus pour une visite. Heureusement, Cindy a été
séjournant plus de chez un ami ce jour-là. Je ne sais pas quoi
s'est passé, mais les 2 hommes ont disparu et Amanda a été
dormait lorsque je suis rentré du travail, et elle n'a pas suite
jusqu'à ce que Greg s'est joint à elle pour mister orgie nocturne. Enfin,
le deuxième mercredi, Greg nous a dit qu'il quittait le
Vendredi.

Quand Greg est entré dans la chambre que la nuit dernière, je suis allé
donnant sur le patio et regardé par la fenêtre.
Il n'y a pas une chose Amanda ne voulait pas faire ou pour Greg.
Elle a même nettoyé sa queue avec sa bouche après avoir
dans mister cul! Les deux mistert transportés sur de longues dans la
nuit, jusqu'à ce que Greg qui se mistert rendus, en disant qu'il a été
trop fatigué pour continuer. Amanda a été endormi avec une satisfaits
sourire sur mister visage au moment où je suis rentré dans le lit.

**

À l'aéroport, le lendemain, Greg samedi à côté de moi dans le
voiture. "Jimmy-boy, il suffit de faire croire ces deux semaines
ne s'est jamais produit. Je suis allé et les choses peuvent revenir à
normal. "

«Comment dans l'enfer, je suis censé faire oublier l'une de ces
passé, vous piquer?

"Facile, mon garçon, ne rendent pas plus fort que tout, il doit l'être.
Mandy a été juste un peu de danger à me lancer
et c'est fini. Elle m'a dit que tant que je suis arrivé, vous
ont été les seuls gars qui a toujours baisé. Elle voulait
une étrange viande. Elle a juste quelques semis d'avoine sauvage
elle avait stocké. Laissez-le reposer, Jimmy ".

Il est sorti de la voiture et j'ai crié: "Greg!

Il s'est retourné et a regardé dans la fenêtre.

"Ne pas revenir en arrière, à nouveau, Greg. Ever."

«Je vous entends, petit frère. Je ne vais pas être de retour."

Je signe de tête. "Et, merci."

"Pour ...?" at-il demandé.

"Pour ne pas tenter quoi que ce soit avec Cindy."

Il secoua la tête et rit: «Je n'ai pas eu à juger
n'importe quoi avec Cindy, papa. Ma deuxième nuit là, elle
est entré dans ma chambre et de baiser et de sucer mon cerveau.
C'était mister idée. Elle a dit qu'elle avait été fucking des hommes plus âgés
depuis qu'elle a douze ans, et que j'ai été la plus excitante
homme qu'elle n'avait jamais rencontré, et elle voulait de moi. Qui suis-je, moi
arrêter?

"Cette nuit-là, et chaque soir, votre petite fille
chez moi. Après Cindy gauche de mon lit, j'ai eu à un repos
heure, avant que je puisse visiter Mandy. Ce petit
jeune fille de votre fatigue me out! Oh, oui - elle est même
plus chaude que sa mère! "

Il s'est retourné et a marché dans le terminal.

J'ai commencé à la voiture et se demande ce que la vie allait
comme à la maimister. Greg a dit de le laisser revenir à
normal - ce que le baiser est normal?

**

Greg a laissé un peu plus de 3 mois, mais il a quitté mister
héritage derrière. Cindy cyclomoteur un peu après que mister oncle
Greg "à gauche. Amanda a d'abord été conciliant, mais il
a rapidement été évident que je n'étais pas lui donner ce qu'elle
voulu et plus nécessaire. Greg m'a laissé aussi un téléphone
projet de loi avec plus de 600 $ en frais de longue distance, il
«emprunté» l'une de mes cartes de crédit et imputés sur
2100 $ en vêtements et des bagages, et de plus de $ en 7000
timbres-poste est absent de ma collection.

Mais il ne me laissent quelque chose à se rappeler de lui. Comme
comme il est difficile de croire, les deux mistert Amanda et Cindy
enceinte, et j'ai eu une vasectomie ans.

LA FIN

Oufti... je viens d'enregistrer les deux "traductions Google" et je vais essayer de comprendre, à tête reposée... Mais merci tout de même. Bonne continuation

ahahahah dsl j'avais plus les originaux

Initiation avec mon père






Je m'appelle Seb, j'ai 23 ans, et je vais vous raconter une soirée inoubliable pour moi.
Ma mère était sortie avec des amies, et mon père de mister coté avait une soirée de prévue.
Je profitais donc d'avoir la maimister pour moi tout seul, et j'entrepris de faire mon petit rituel.
J'allais dans la salle de bain, prenais dans la corbeille à linge une culotte de la mère, et je branlais dedans. Ca m'avait toujours excité, et j'étais tellement absorbé que je n'ai pas entendu mon père rentrer.
-Mais qu'est-ce que tu fou, bon sang ?
J'étais terrorisé et honteux de me retrouver la culotte de ma mère sur ma queue.
-Je vois que tu donnais du plaisir.
A sa voix et sa façon de bouger, j'ai tout de suite compris que mon père avait pris encore une cuite.
-Je suis désolé papa, s'il te plait, ne dit rien à maman.
Mon père était en train de mater ma queue, puis tourna autour de moi pour mater mon cul.
-Si t'es un gentil fiston, je garderai ça pour moi.
-Je ferai ce que tu veux papa.
-Vraiment ? Bien, pour commencer tu vas mettre la culotte de ta mère.
Bien que surpris, et voyant que mon père ne rigolait pas, je m'exécuta.
-Hmm tu as bon gout, j'adore cette culotte, elle te va super bien. J'ai même l'impression que tu bandes encore plus comme ça, ça te plait alors ?
-Oui j'aime bien, avouais-je.
-Maintenant, j'aimerai que tu te mettes à quatre pattes.
Cette phrase me choqua dans un premier temps, mais je remarquais que cette idée m'exitait beaucoup, aussi je fis ce qu'il m'avait demandé.
J'entendis mon père, qui était derrière moi, défaire mister pantalon.
-Tu vas être sage, ok fiston ? Papa va s'occuper de toi.
Mon père écarta la culotte de ma mère, et commença à caresser mon anus avec sa main.
-Hmm tu as un cul superbe.
Sous ses caresses, je commençais à me tortiller et gémir un peu.
J'entendais que mon père était en train de se branler pendant qu'il glissait ses doigts dans mon cul.
-Tu as l'air d'aimer ça, tu en veux plus dis-moi ?
-Ho oui, articulais-je entre deux gémissements.
Et c'est à ce moment là que mon père frotta sa queue contre ma raie, puis posa mister gland contre mon trou. Il fit des petits mouvements au début pour me pénétrer, et lorsque qu'un bon bout de sa queue fut en moi, il commença ses vas et viens de plus en plus vite.
J'étais super excité à l'idée de me faire défoncer le cul par mon père, alors que je portais la culotte de ma mère.
-T'es une vraie salope toi, je savais pas que tu étais si cochonne. Ton cul est encore meilleur que celui de ta mère. Je suis tellement excité que je vais pas tarder à jouir.
Alors que mon père était sur le point de venir, il retira sa queue de mon cul, et jouit sur mon trou dilaté. Je sentis un sperme chaud et abondant couler sur mes fesses et dans mon trou.
Une fois que mon père s'était régalé de mister éjaculation, il se servit de sa queue pour bien faire pénétrer mister sperme dans mon cul, puis remis la culotte de ma mère correctement.
-Je te remercie pour ce moment, à t'entendre, j'ai cru comprendre que tu as aimé aussi.
-J'étais un peu gêné, mais j'ai adoré.
-Je veux que tu gardes cette culotte en souvenir, ok ? Ce sera notre petit secret.

Le lendemain, en fin de soirée, mon père entra dans ma chambre. Il était nu et de sa queue dégoulinait un peu de sperme.
- Je viens de jouir dans la chatte de ta mère, ça fait du bien. J'aimerai que tu mettes la culotte que je t'ai donnée la dernière fois et que tu viennes.
Je ne sais pas où mon père veut en venir, mais je m'exécute aussitôt.
Il me fait rentrer dans leur chambre, et là je vois ma mère les yeux bandés, allongée sur le dos, les jambes écartées. Je vois sa chatte bien dilatée d'où dégouline le foutre de mon père. Celui-ci me fit signe de sa main de ne pas faire de bruit.
- Tu es revenu chéri ? Hm qu'est ce que tu as encore derrière la tête ?
- Je sais que tu as toujours voulu que je te bouffe la chatte rempli de foutre, et j'ai une surprise pour toi mon coeur.
Mon père appuie sur mes épaules et me fait comprendre que c'est moi qui devrait lécher la chatte dégoulinante de ma mère.
A vrai dire, l'idée m'excite beaucoup et je ne me fais pas prié plus longtemps.
Au début je m'attarde sur con clito, puis je sens les mains de ma mère sur ma tête qui me poussent à aller plus bas. Je commence alors à passer ma langue dans sa chatte bien dilatée et remplit du ju de mon père. Je sens que ma mère contracte mister vagin pour faire ressortir le plus de foutre possible, et moi j'avale tout, chaque goute.
Pendant que je me régale, je ne vois pas que mon père s'est mis derrière ma mère, et qu'il lui enlève le bandeau qu'elle a sur les yeux.
- Surprise mon coeur, regarde qui te fait jouir avec sa langue pleine de foutre !
- Seb, mais qu'est-ce que tu fais, et dans cette tenue en plus ?
- Je suis désolé, mais c'est papa qui-
- Pas besoin de mentir ! Tu crois que je ne remarquais pas que tu te branlais dans mes culottes ? Tu aimes ça les porter aussi à ce que je vois. Et regarde ta bouche, il y a du sperme partout.
Sur ces mots ma mère s'approche et m'embrasse avec la langue à la recherche du foutre de mon père.
- Mais tu as tout avalé dis moi ! Il n'en reste même plus pour ta pauvre mère. Il va falloir que tu en récupères. Chéri, approche-toi.
Mon père vient près de moi, je vois qu'il s'est remis à bander.
- J'aimerai que tu têtes ton père moi, voilà comme ça prend mister gland en bouche, et tête mister bon ju, et cette fois-ci tu m'en garderas pour moi. Continue comme ça à faire plaisir à ton papa, voilà c'est bien ça. Je vois que tu bandes comme un fou dans ma culotte ! Laisse moi sortir ta queue et te branler pendant que tu suces ton père.
Et me voilà en train de ma faire branler par ma mère pendant que je porte sa culotte, et que mon père tout excité par cette image lâche un jet de foutre continu et bien chaud dans ma bouche.

vengeance d'un cocu


C’est l’histoire d’un couple sans histoire, 35-40 ans, banlieue un peu huppée, lui bonne situation, elle femme au foyer, pas mariés parce que c’est à la mode, biens vus dans le quartier… Niveau sexuel c’est une fois par semaine, avec un extra pour la Saint Valentin ou l’anniversaire de la rencontre, ou encore pour une très rare soirée trop arrosée. La routine s’installe, lui travaille beaucoup, elle s’emmerde chez elle, et puis un beau jour elle va voir ailleurs, et lui finit par se rendre compte qu’il est cocu. D’où la soirée de dispute, le ton monte, elle pleure, il gueule, et elle finit à la porte. Une histoire tragiquement banale, si ce n’est que c’est la mienne ! Et oui, je viens de foutre ma fiancée infidèle à la porte.
Deux semaines après, alors que tous mes amis ont tenté de me réconforter à grands coups de « elle l’avait bien cherché », « elle n’était pas faite pour toi », « heureusement qu’il n’y a pas d’enfants », ou le traditionnel « une de perdue… » je vois arriver la meilleure amie de mon ex chez moi.

- Salut !
- Salut !
- Je peux entrer 5 minutes, j’ai un truc à te dire ?

N’aillant rien à lui reprocher je l’invite à entrer.

- Tu sais, j’héberge Sylvie depuis que tu l’as virée…
Je la coupe sèchement :
- Elle s’attendait à quoi ! Elle pensait quand même pas que j’allais continuer à l’entretenir alors qu’elle baisait ailleurs !
- Pas du tout, elle comprend très bien pourquoi elle est à la rue, et elle reconnait que c’est elle qui a déconné, et pour être honnête je pense que je ferais la même chose si mon mec me trompait ! Je suis juste venu te dire qu’elle voudrai te parler une fois pour s’expliquer, pas pour demander pardon, mais pour expliquer une chose. Après elle partira.
- De quoi elle veut parler ?
- J’en sais rien, je suis juste la messagère. Elle attend dans la voiture, tu dis oui ou non, je transmets le message et je m’en vais, la suite ne me regarde pas.

Plus pressé d’en finir définitivement qu’autre chose je lui dis oui, et elle sort dans la rue. Trois minutes plus tard Sophie misterne à la porte. Je lui ouvre assez sèchement, elle reste comme paralysée sur le perron, le regard bas. Sans un mot je m’écarte de la porte pour la laisser entrer. Cela fait bien cinq longues minutes que nous sommes assis dans le salon, et aucun d’entre nous n’a encore prononcé le moindre mot. Un peu énervé je lui dis :

- Si tu n’as rien d’autre à dire je ne te retiens pas !
- Si si, attends, s’il te plait… C’est juste que c’est pas facile à dire.
- Je ne vois pas ce qu’il y a de compliqué : tu m’as trompé, je t’ai viré, point ! Je ne suis pas le premier cocu du monde, pas même le premier du quartier !
- Non, c’est pas ça. Je voudrai t’expliquer pourquoi j’ai fais ce que j’ai fais.
- Je ne suis pas certain de vouloir l’entendre, mais vas y, pond ton laïus, qu’on en finisse.
- Voila… je veux d’abord te dire que je t’aimais…
- C’est pour ça que tu m’as trompé ? Tu aurais pu inventer une excuse plus crédible !
- Non non, attend, en fait…
Sophie rougit de plus en plus, elle se *** les mains, mister regard ne quitte pas le tapis.
- En fait notre sexualité était assez classique, et j’avais…
- Le feu au cul, oui, ça j’avais deviné tout seul !
- Non, c’est pas ça… en fait j’avais un fantasme… c’est un peu gênant…
- Etre le cocu du quartier c’est pas confortable non plus, alors accouche !
- Voila…, j’ai toujours eu un fantasme un peu particulier, et j’ai appris sur internet qu’il y avait un endroit dans la région où je pouvais accomplir ce fantasme… et j’ai craqué.
- Et c’est quoi ce fantasme ?
Le visage de Sophie tourne à l’écarlate, et dans un murmure elle dit juste un mot :
- Soumission.
- Pardon ?
- J’avais un fantasme de soumission, et j’ai trouvé un club dans lequel on peut aller avec un masque pour rester incognito, et assouvir toute sorte de fantasmes.
- Et pourquoi tu ne m’en a pas parlé plutôt ?
- J’avais trop de respect pour toi.

La moutarde commençait à me monter au nez, et contrairement à mon habitude je me suis laisser aller à la vulgarité :

- Si je comprends bien c’est par respect pour moi que tu es allée faire la pute, te faire sauter par tous les trous par d’illustres inconnus, faisant de moi la risée du quartier ! Bravo ! Super crédible ton excuse. Et alors, c’était bon ? Tu as prit ton pied ? Vas y, raconte ! Je veux savoir combien de fois tu y es allée, combien de mec tu t’es tapée, ce qu’ils t’on fait, tout ! Vas y, tu es venue pour vider ton sac, vide le ! Vas y, je t’écoute, je veux tout savoir.

Je me suis planté dans mon fauteuil, les bras croisés, le regard fixé sur elle.


Sophie est en larmes. Le visage caché dans ses mains elle commence à raconter :

Je n’y suis allée qu’une fois. Je te jure ! J’ai trouvé l’adresse sur internet, ils ont un site. Ils disaient pouvoir assouvir mon fantasme. Alors je leur ai décri ce que j’attendais. J’ai pris rendez-vous pour une séance de soumission, et j’y suis allée avec une cagoule qu’ils m’ont envoyée par la poste. Il y avait trois hommes et une femme, dès que je suis entrée ils m’ont gueulé dessus, ils m’ont insulté… et puis ils m’ont donné une combinaimister en latex, et comme je n’arrivais pas à la mettre ils m’ont giflée, et un des hommes m’a donné un coup de pied dans le ventre. Et après la femme m’a déshabillée et m’a enfilé la combinaimister. J’avais les seins à l’air, et aussi le cul et la chatte. Ils m’ont bâillonnée, ils m’ont mis un collier de chien avec une laisse, et puis ils m’ont obligé à me mettre à quatre pattes. Ils m’ont mis des entraves aux poignets et aux chevilles, et ils m’ont promené dans toutes les pièces à quatre pattes. Je suis passée le cul à l’air devant tous les autres clients, ceux qui venaient pour des fantasmes homosexuels, ou de domination, ou du SM… Ils m’ont tous insulté, traité de chienne, de salope, ils m’ont craché dessus, ils m’ont frappé. Et le pire c’est que j’aimais ça. A un moment celui qui me tenait en laisse a dit à un client :

- Regarde comme elle mouille cette salope !

Alors le gars m’a planté d’un coup deux doigts dans la chatte, je crois que j’ai jouit instantanément. Il m’a ramonée, de plus en plus vite, et puis d’un coup il a enfoncé toute sa main dans ma chatte, et j’ai encore jouit. J’étais écroulée par terre, mais mon maître m’a relevé en tirant sur la laisse, et puis il m’a ramenée dans la première pièce. Ils m’ont fait boire de l’eau dans une gamelle, dans un coin, et puis ils m’ont fait pisser à quatre pattes, comme une chienne. Ensuite le maître m’a tirée jusque à l’autre bout de la pièce. La femme était assise dans un grand fauteuil, les cuisses écartées. Elle a enlevé le bâillon et m’a enfoncé la tête entre ses cuisses. C’était la première fois que je léchais une femme. Comme je ne savais pas m’y prendre au début l’un des gars m’a fouetté le cul en punition. Et puis quand j’ai réussi à la faire jouir elle m’a récompensé avec un biscuit.


Je dois avouer que ce récit commençait à m’exciter, mais comme Sophie avait toujours le visage dans ses mains elle n’a pas vu qu’une bosse déformait mon pantalon. Elle a continué mister récit.


Ils n’arrêtaient pas de m’insulter, et de me donner des claques sur les fesses. Et plus ils frappaient, plus je mouillais. Les trois hommes se mistert succédé dans le fauteuil, et à chaque fois je me faisais fouetter pendant que je leur suçais la bite. Les deux premiers m’ont craché dans la bouche, en me forçant à tout avaler. Ensuite j’avais droit à un biscuit. Le troisième m’a pissé dessus, et dans la bouche aussi. Et puis la femme a reprit la place dans le fauteuil, et j’ai recommencé à la lécher. Je m’attendais à recevoir des coups de fouet, mais à la place le troisième homme qui n’avait pas encore éjaculé m’a attrapée par les hanches et il a planté sa bite d’un coup dans mon cul. Il m’a ramonée pendant dix minutes en me traitant de salle pute, de chienne, de sac à merde. Et je mouillais plus que jamais. Un des hommes tirait sur la laisse pour m’étrangler, et quand mon maître a balancé dans mon cul j’ai eu le plus gros orgasme de ma vie. Je cois bien que la femme a jouit en même temps que nous.


Sophie continuait de me raconter comment elle s’était faite baiser par tous les trous et dans toutes les positions, par ses quatre maîtres et quelques clients toute la soirée, en se faisant insulter et pisser dessus. Je bandais tellement fort que j’ai été obligé d’ouvrir ma braguette. Au fur et à mesure du récit je perdais complètement le peu de respect qui me restait de mon ex, je ne la voyais plus maintenant que comme une pute, une pauvre femme qui veut qu’on la vulgarise, une esclave sexuelle. Au bout d’un moment j’ai vu rouge, je me suis levé d’un coup, et je me suis jeté sur Sophie. Elle était trop concentrée sur mister récit, le visage toujours dans ses mains, elle n’a rien vu venir. Je l’ai giflée, et quand elle a levé la tête vers moi en se demandant ce qui se passait je l’ai attrapée par les cheveux et j’ai enfoncé ma bite bien bandée dans sa bouche. Je lui baisais la bouche, tellement profond qu’elle était à deux doigts de vomir. Elle avait le souffle coupé, les yeux exorbités, elle n’a pourtant pas cherché à fuir, ni même à se débattre. Quand j’ai jouit au fond de sa gorge elle a presque tout avalé. Seul un mince filet de foutre et de salive lui a coulé sur le menton, puis est tombé sur ma chaussure.

- Tu es vraiment une sale chienne. Lèche ma chaussure !

Et elle l’a fait. Totalement soumise, elle était à quatre pattes en train de me lécher les pompes, une main s’agitant entre ses cuisses. Je n’en revenais pas : mon ex, si sage, si bcbg, si fade, cachait en fait une belle salope. Dire que j’aurai pu en profiter bien avant ! En tout cas à partir de maintenant je ne raterai plus une occasion: j’ai une esclave totalement à ma botte (c’est le cas de le dire) et je compte bien en profiter !

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Clarrisa Becomes a Slut


Mike just moved into the little town of Clarkston. No one
knew of him or of his power to control the minds and
thoughts of others. Mike was just getting to know the
area and get his plans in place for his new group of mind
controlled sex slaves.

Mike decided to stop at a pizza place in town for a late
dinner. He went into the quiet little place and grabbed a
table. There were only two other tables with people
eating at them. It was close to closing time.

A quite skinny girl about 20 years old came over to his
table and gave him a menu and asked if he wanted anything
to take. Mike was impressed with her smile and friendly
attitude. Her breasts were small but her legs and ass
looked to have great potential under her tight black
slacks. She had long read hair down to her ass.

He decided to make her his first sex slave, but to have
some fun doing it.

He read her nametag "Clarrisa".

"Sure Clarrisa, I'll have a coke" Clarrisa turned and
went in the kitchen.

Mike started on some of her changes while she was gone.
She would feel attracted toward the new stranger. She
would feel comfortable talking with him and telling her
about her self.

When she came back to the table she took his order for a
pizza, but instead of taking it back to the kitchen right
away she stood talking. In the 5 minutes that they talked
mike learned that Clarrisa was not seeing anyone and was
living on her own wile she was going to college. She came
from a rich family and her man had rented her a small
2-bedroom house about two miles from town. She said her
dad thought it would be safer this way instead of having
to room with other college kids. She was conservative and
really had no desire for a relationship. She wanted to
concentrate on school.

When she left to take his order back he began to get to
the real work. He started to make some more changes. He
worked slowly so she would not notice anything as being
wrong. None of the changes would start until she went
home and went to relax.

When she came back with the pizza mike put all of the
changes in place. The make some more small talk though
out the night wile he ate. When he left he left her a
large tip - $100. She didn't want it - it was way too
much. Mike told her that he won 40 million in the lottery
a year ago and that he just wanted to help a hard working
college kid. She accepted the tip and walked mike to the
door.

"I'll be back again," he said as he left. You and count
on it he said to himself.

After mike left she help clean up and close up for the
night. She went home and studied for an hour, thankful
that tomorrow was Saturday and she would not have class.

She took a shower and then went to bed wearing a big
baggy nightshirt.

As she slept some of the programming mike had done began
its work. Throughout the night her small breast slowly
grew from her flat A-cups to Beautiful big D-cups. Her
nipples also grew so that they where and inch long and
hard at all times. At the same time her mind was being
opened to a desire to want to show how sexy her body
looked.

Clarrisa woke up at 8 am and groggily walked into the
bathroom. She hated mornings and always had a hard time
getting around. She brushed her teeth then took off her
nightshirt, looked in the mirror. Her mouth dropped open
and she screamed in shock and ran into the bedroom. She
looked down at her new breasts. "My God, My God, My God"
she kept saying. She slowly reached up and touched them
as if they might explode or something. "Yes, they are
real. How cold this have happened" she said.

She went back into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
"My God, I look GREAT. I can't believe it. What am I
going to tell my friends? HELL what am I going to wear?"

She reached up and started to feel her new D-cupped
breasts. The where full and firm. Then she noticed her
big nipples. "I cant hide these even with a bra on they
will stick out like I'm some horny slut." She shook her
head, "Well, I can't do any thing about it."

Clarrisa went into her bedroom and started to change.

She started to look for a top. Finally settling for an
old football jersey that her ex boyfriend had given her.
It was the only thing that would fit. "I'm going to have
to go and buy some new clothes today that's for sure!"
and laughed at her self. She put on a pair of shorts and
sneakers and headed for the mall.

On the way she thought that she was glad that that nice
guy had given her that $100 tip last night.

She went into a negligee store and tried on some new
bras. They all made her new nipples hurt. She then tried
on some bra's that just gave some support from the under
side of her breast. These made her breasts look even
bigger. She decided to by a few pair of this type but the
only ones that she liked where the sexy, lacy kind. Not
the plane and functional kind.

She left that store and went to some clothes stores. The
only clothes that caught her eye were the sheer tops. She
picked out many different tops from tank tops to blouses,
all made of sheer material that you could see her new big
nipples though. She did buy a normal white blouse for
work, but is had a low cut that would show off the tops
of her breasts.

She spent more than her $100 tip, but she didn't care.

She wore one of her new blouses home from the mall and
through the football jersey away.

She looked at her self in a store window and was
impressed with the sight. "Why have I been ashamed of my
body before? Was I ashamed of my small breasts? That must
have been it because I love the way I look now!" She
turned around and headed home.

When she came home from the mall she took off her clothes
and stood in front of the mirror playing with her new
breast. "God I love 'em" She was so happy that she left
her clothes off for the rest of the day.

When it came time to go to work she got dressed and put
on one of her new sexy black bras and her new worktop.
You could see a hint of the black material through the
top but she didn't care. Her nipples stuck out like tent
posts.

When she got to work she thought she would have to try to
explain her new breasts but know one noticed. (Mike had
given them all instructions to accept all changes both to
her body and her permisterality)

Throughout the night the male customers could not help
but stair at Clarrisa's new big breasts and she liked it,
A LOT.

At the same time as the night before mike came in for
dinner. Clarrisa came over and waited on him. "Wow, what
happened to you?" Mike asked knowing the true answer.

"You wont believe it, but I woke up with these." She said
looking down at her breasts.

"Well I guess I have to, the proof is right there."

She took his order and returned to the kitchen. While she
as gone mike again make some changes to her for the night
ahead.

Again he left a $100 dollar tip. "I cant take this big of
a tip again mike," she said. "Go ahead, from the looks of
things you probably need the money for some new clothes.
Besides, I have more money than I know what to do with."

That night Clarrisa underwent some more changes. As she
slept all of her hair follicles below her neck died. The
only other physical change was that her calf muscles
shortened. All night she dreamed about sex. Not just
regular sex but also giving blow jobs, and anal sex. She
never saw a face though during her dreams. Her acceptance
of her changes was also pushed into her mind.

In the morning Clarrisa woke up and stood. She
immediately got a bad cramp in both of her calves. She
sat down on her bed and rubbed her legs. She noticed that
the cramp would go away if she extended her toes. Again
she stood up. This time when her legs stared to cramp up
she stood on her toes, the cramps left. "My muscles must
have cramped up during the night." She said to her self
as she walked to the bathroom on her toes.

She looked at her naked body in the mirror and smiled.
Next she climbed into the shower. As she washed she
noticed that the hair below her neck was washing off,
including her pubic hair. "Great, no more trimming or
shaving my legs." She said. As she inspected her pubic
area she started to rub her clit. She felt a jolt of
energy go through her body. She then started to mas-
turbate her self with her fingers coming to an orgasm
stronger than she had ever had before. She had slipped
to the floor of the bathtub during her orgasm and
twitched with left over micro orgasms.

"My God. Wow. I've never cum like that before." She then
stood and finished her shower.

After getting cleaned up she returned to her bedroom. She
was getting tired of standing on her toes and found her
only pair of high heal shoes about 2 inches high. Her
calf's still cramped a little but it was not too bad. She
put on another pair of shorts and a new shear light blue
blouse.

Clarrisa returned to the bathroom and looked in the full-
length mirror. Looking at her self she admired her new
looks and was happy with the way her big new nipples
could be seen through the shirt.

She could not help herself and had to reach up with both
hands and pinch and twist both nipples. "Mmmmm feels
soooo gooood." She then looked at herself again and was
impressed with the way her legs looked when she wore
heals.

"I need some more clothes." She turned and grabbed her
purse as she headed back for the mall.

Clarrisa went strait to the shoe store. She found that if
she wore shoes no shorter than 3 inches her legs felt ok.
If she wore 4 inch or higher they felt great. The only
problem was that she was not used to walking in high
heals. She bought 6 pairs of new shoes. Three pairs of 5-
inch spikes, 2 pairs of 4 inch shoes and a pair of 3 inch
that she wore out. All had ankle straps.

The next store she found herself in was a Victoria's
Secret. She decided to buy clothes that showed off her
new body. She picked out an assortment of sort mini
skirts and short dresses that also showed off her big
breasts. As she was getting ready to leave she noticed
the stockings. She picked out a large array of calf
stockings and garter belts. The pantyhose that she
normally wore looked uncomfortable. She walked out
wearing a new shiny black mini skirt, her top she had
worn from home and her new high heals.

When she got home she noticed that it was already time to
go to work. This time she put on her sheer white blouse
and the same black mini skirt. She also wore a pair of
black sheer stockings with matching garter belt. She
looked in the mirror and smiled. Her skirt just barley
covered her ass cheeks. She would have to keep pulling
her skirt down. She had a 2 -3 inch piece of tanned legs
showing from the hem of her skirt and the top of her
stockings. Instead of the 3 inch high heals she had on a
pair of 5 inch spikes. "Man do I look good or what?" She
then went to work.

Once again her friends at work did not notice any
changes. But Mike did. He had arrived before Clarrisa and
put out a field of invisibility around himself. Tonight
was the big night.

Now he watched as Clarrisa started waiting tables. He
started making changes.

Clarrisa found herself walking sexily. Her hips swaying
from side to side. She would try to walk normal, but it
was like she forgot how too. She soon gave up.

About a half hour later she found that if she had to bend
over to pick up something she couldn't bend her knees.
She would instead bend at the hips, lifting the back of
her skirt so that everyone that looked would see her
pubic mound tight under her panties. Again try as she
might she could not bend her knees. Again she just gave
up.

Mike was having a lot of fun watching the changes take
place. He could have just instantly changed Clarrisa into
the slut he was making her into. But this was much more
fun. He already had decided that when the change was
complete Clarrisa would know and understand what had
happened to her. But she could only keep it to her self
no matter how hard she tried.

A little wile latter she had to go the bathroom. Great a
break from this terrible night for just of a couple of
minuets. She went into the public restroom instead of the
employees only and went into a stall. She immediately
relaxed. As if her mind was on hold her hands removed her
panties and then when she was done going to the bathroom
she wiped with them and flushed them down the toilet. She
never realized what she had done. At this same time words
where removed from her vocabulary. She lost all
politically correct words for body parts like breast,
vagina, and penis. The only words she could think of and
use where words like tit, titties, pussy, cunt, dick, and
cock.
She also had the ability to speak in the first permister
removed. She had to refer to herself in the third permister.
Her voice was also changed. It was raised and octave and
she formed her sentences to sound like a little girl. She
did not notice any of these changes while in the
bathroom, but found out as she spoke.

Clarrisa left the bathroom and greeted a couple that came
in. "HI, Can Clarrisa help you?" in a singmisterg little
girl voice. She wanted to run away but instead acted
normally.
A look of confusion came on the faces of the customers,
"Sure" the said. "OK, Follow Clarrisa." She said as she
escorted them to their table.

Mike was almost laughing. He had enough and sent out a
message for every one to leave for the night including
the staff except for Clarrisa. She stood in confusion as
everyone left. Mike then took down his shield and
Clarrisa noticed him.
She walked up to him "Clarrisa's scared, everyone left
Clarrisa. Clarrisa is changing and doesn't understand
what is happening."

"Oh, just set down. Maybe I can help." Mike said and
Clarrisa sat down.

"You see Clarrisa, I have special powers. I can change
peoples minds and bodies to suite me." Instantly Clarrisa
was starting to panic. This is the man responsible for
what's been happening to her.

"When I moved her I decided to start a new group of sex
slaves and you are the First of them."

As he was talking, Clarrisa's right hand started to
masturbate her pussy and her left had opened up her
blouse and she was playing with her tit with it. She
couldn't stop herself. Her will was broken.

"From now on you are my little slut. You even talk like a
little girl now. You will constantly be horny. The bad
news is that you can not cum unless I tell you to."

"Why did you do this to Clarrisa? Why Clarrisa?
Clarrisa's a good little girl." She begged.

"I did this to you because I wanted to. Now do a
striptease for me on the table."

She fought with all her might but she climbed up on the
table and started to dance like a stripper to music only
she could hear. Slowly she stripped off her top, bra, and
then her skirt. She went to take off her panties and
realized she didn't have any on. She then went to take
off the garter and stockings but mike stopped her.

"That's enough. Just keep dancing and playing with
yourself wile I give you the rules. After every rule you
will answer "Yes Daddy" is that clear?"

"Yes Daddy"

"First you will always ware a garter belt and stockings,
even when you relax. The only time you will take them off
is to shower."

"Yes Daddy"

"You will never ware panties again."

"Yes Daddy"

"You are a slut, whore, a bimbo to serve me as I wish."

"Yes Daddy"

"If anyone tries to get you to go on a date or get you to
have sex with them you will tell them that your "Mike's
slut, but if you talk to me I might let them rent you."

"Yes Daddy"

"I will leave a list of some changes I want you to have
done tomorrow and you will do them. I could just make
them for you but I want you to understand just who is in
charge."

"Yes Daddy"

"You will expand you wardrobe as much as you can. You
will spend all the money you make hear on clothes and
such. I will take care of your other bills"

"Yes Daddy" She was crying now at the realization at what
she had in store for the rest of her life.

"Stop crying and climb down here." She instantly stopped
crying and came down off the table.

"When you come before me in privet you will stand with
you feet 2 feet apart and holding up both tits for
inspection. You will remain like this until told
otherwise. Now assume the position."

"Yes Daddy" as she did as commanded.

"Good. Now give me a blow job." Without thought she fell
to her knees and wrapped her mouth around his cock and
started sucking. She kept rubbing her tongue around his
shaft. She had never given a blowjob before but she was
amazed at the fact that she new exactly how to give one
like a pro. She felt him start to cum and she slid his
member all the way down her throat as he shot load after
load into her stomach.

When he was finished she licked him clean and said "Thank
you Daddy" She could not believe it she thanked this
Fucker for this.

"Your welcome Slut. Now mount me"

She quickly straddled her master - Yes her master. And
lowered her tight pussy over his cock. She them started
to hump him faster and faster. "Oh yes, fuck Clarrisa.
Fuck your sluttttt. Ohhhhhh yesssss........ Please let
Clarrisa cummmmmmm." She kept repeating as he humped him
harder and faster. Her mind was wild with desire to cum.

Mike shot his hot cum in her pussy. He smiled as she
continued to fuck him, then he said, "Ok slut, cum." At
the word "cum" she screamed and thrashed. When she was
done she started to lick and clean up her masers cock.

"You are to clean up the restaurant in the nude. Then go
home and get some rest. First thing in the morning you
have some things to get done, don't you?'

"Yes Daddy, Thank you for making me your slut Daddy" She
could not understand why she said that. She hated this
man. She wanted to ******* him but it was as if her body had
a mind of its own and she was just along for the ride.

Mike left the restaurant and left Clarrisa to her duties.
She cleaned up the entire restaurant only in her garter,
stockings, and heals. Never did she bend her knees. She
also found that whenever she had her hands free she would
use them to masturbate. Try as she might she could not
make herself cum. When she left work she went home and
went to relax. When she was relaxing she again dreamed of
sex of all kinds with Mike's face as her lover. When she
awoke she found one of her hands in her pussy and the
sheets covered in sweat and cum.

She took a shower and dressed in a shear black skintight
tank top, short black mini with a slit on the sides that
in a stiff wind would allow her naked pussy to be fully
exposed. She also put on a pair of fish net black
stockings and a garter with her 5 inch spikes. She took a
long look at herself in the mirror. "I sure DO look like
a slut." As she ran her hands up and down her body.
"Maybe I am nothing but a slut?" She grabbed her list and
left.

The first item was only and appointment at an address
with the instructions to tell the man her name and that
Mike had sent her. She was shocked to see that the
address was a tattoo parlor. She did as she was told and
was lead into a room in the back. A big fat man came in
and told her that she needed to strip and to hurry up, he
didn't have all day. She quickly striped and was laid
down on a table. The first thing he did was to take a
large needle and pierced both her nipples. Nipple rings
where put in each one. Next he had her open her mouth and
stick her tongue out. He grabbed it and pulled it out as
far as he could. The again took a large needle and
pierced her tongue, not once, not twice, but three times.
One in the middle of her tongue and one each on each
side. He then placed a tongue stud in each hole.

The fat man then brought out his tattoo equipment. First
he took both of her nipples and tattooed them dark brown
so that they would visually stand out even more. Next he
placed a tattoo just above her clit hood on her lower
abdomen.

He saved the most painful part 'till last. Without
warning her took a needle and pierced her clit. Try as
she might she could not help but scream. He placed a ring
in her clit which had a little silver bell attached. When
he was sure all of the reding from all of her piercing
had stopped he told her to get up and get dressed.

With every move she made her pussy bell would ring. "God
I can't believe I just let this fat fucker do this to
me." She told her self. When she had finished dressing
she was handed a letter by the man and it read: "for
payment for services rendered you are to ask this man if
you can suck his cock and mean it. If he says yes than do
it. If he says no. Than pay with cash. Mike." She dropped
the letter and looked at the fat man with lust in her
eyes. "Sir, Clarrisa wants to suck you big cock for all
you have done for her."

"How can I say no to a sweet little girl like you. You go
right ahead young lady."

"Thank you Sir" she said as she dropped to her knees and
unzipped his fly. She looked at his short little dick. He
looked like he had not washed in a month. But with out
hesitation she wrapped her mouth around his cock and
massaged his dick with her newly pierced tongue. It only
took a few minuets before her shot is small load of cum
down her throat.

She stood and smiled at him, said than you one more time
and left. As she walked down the street she wondered what
the tattoo by her pussy said. But she knew that she could
not look at it or mike would have said so.

Next she found herself at the next address on the list.
It was a clinic. Again she told the receptionist her name
and that mike had sent her. And once again she was lead
to a room. A Dr. entered and told her to again lie back
on the table. He took a needle and syringe and injected
her lips with collagen making her lips pout out all the
time. He then gave her mega doses of antibiotics so that
she would not get any infections from her new piercing.
After that he inserted her arm with a Norplant to keep
her from getting pregnant. After she was done paying the
doctor the same way as the tattoo man she left.

She then entered a leather shop. The woman behind the
counter looked at her. "You must be Clarrisa." She said.
"Yes" was all she could say. The woman came around the
counter with a leather strap. She placed it around her
neck and sealed it with a rivet. The collar had a tag on
it that read: "Property of Mike".

This time she was handed a letter that told her to eat
her pussy until she came. She knelt down and started to
eat her pussy. This was her first time with a woman but
found the taste of the ladies pussy too her liking. She
sucked and nibred on her clit 'till she came all over
her face. Clarrisa sucked and licked up as much pussy
juice as she could then left.

From her last appointment Clarrisa went to work. When she
got there she tried to ask for help from her friends but
all she could do was talk about how great she felt.
Inside she wanted to cry. All night she waited on tables
like she was working at a strip bar. Bending over at her
hips, exposing her self to the patrons. With every step
she took her pussy bell would ring. As the night the
customers started to call her "Tinker" because of the
ringing. One man asked her for a date and to her horror
she replied like mike had told her to: "Clarrisa is
Mike's slut, but if you talk to Mike he might let them
rent Clarrisa." The man smiled and told her to send mike
his way when she saw him next.

Clarrisa had to use the bathroom when she was done she
stood at the mirror for the first time since she had left
her house this morning. She was shocked at the sight. Her
once normal mouth now had a permanent pouting smile. She
stuck out her tongue and looked at the studs. "God help
me." She said out loud. Then she noticed her nipples
through her shirt. They were so dark that It looked like
she didn't even have a shirt on. Plus her nipple rings
pushed her shirt out even further. When she looked down
at her skirt in the mirror she was shocked to see her
pussy bell visible below the skirt. Slowly she raises her
skirt to read the tattoo. "SLUT" was there in big
letters. As she lowered her skirt she looked again in the
mirror. "Clarrisa IS a slut. Clarrisa IS a cum sucking
whore." She turned and went back to work. This time she
TRIED to look and act like a slut.

Later when mike came in he smiled and again put out an
invisibility shield that also included Clarrisa. She came
up to mike's table and stood. "Ok slut, Strip and do it
fast." With no resistance Clarrisa striped down to her
garter, stockings and shoes. "For the rest of the night
you will work just as you are now. When you have a hand
free you will finger your pussy. If you have two free you
will play with your new tits and nipple rings.
Understand?"

"Yes Daddy" She turned and went back to work. Clarrisa
did not know that mike had put out a command to the
patrons that they would not notice that Clarrisa was
naked. Clarrisa worked throughout the evening naked,
masturbating her pussy and pulling and twisting her
nipples. After everyone left Clarrisa stood in front of
mike with her legs apart and her hands cupping her tits.

"For the last time in you life Clarrisa I will give you
control of you own thoughts and mouth only. What is on
your mind?"

"Why. Why did you do this to me."

Because I liked the way you looked. Nice ass, Nice legs.
Your tits needed a little work though."

"My body was fine. Now I just look like a cheep slut."

"Exactly. You ARE a cheep slut now!"

"What are you going to do with me?" The whole time she
did not move. She still was cupping her tits with her
legs spread.

"Good question. Until I tire of you will be my permisteral
slut. Your new job will be to take care of my household
and me. You will awaken me with you mouth giving me a
blowjob. When I get up you will bathe me and make my
meals and the meals for my future sluts. Then you will
take care of the house. Never to put on clothes again
until I let you go. You wont leave the house. Your title
will be house slut. When I decide to get rid of you I
might give you partial freedom and let you live a semi
normal life. Or I might make you my Toilet slut. What's
that you may ask? You will live in the bathroom till you
die. Squatted down on your hunches with you hands behind
you head. When I have to take a piss you will wrap you
mouth around my cock and take me dry. If I have to cuckolds brownie
you will place you mouth around my ass and suck my cuckolds brownie
for your food. The only time you will get to move is when
you take your daily shower."

Clarrisa was crying historically now. "You cant. I've
never done any thing to you. Please let me go. You can
make me never tell anyone. Please let me go. Please.
PPPlllleasssee! Make Clarrisa your slut" Mike put
the final change into Clarrisa. "Clarrisa is your house
slut. Please let me serve you master."

"Get dressed slut and let's go home."

"Oh, Thank you Daddy" Clarrisa giggled as she got dressed
and followed her new "Daddy" home with one hand in her
pussy and the other playing with her tits and a big
sluttish smile on her face. Inside she was screaming and
screaming and screaming and...

Mike took Clarrisa home and left her to her new job.
Mike was impressed with the way she worked with true
desire to please. Her new permisterality had taken well.
The old Clarrisa was still there, but berried deep in
her brain.

Mike went to bed with Clarrisa's mouth wrapped around
his stiff cock. In the morning he woke up with
Clarrisa bobbing her head up and down on him. He
pulled her off of himself as he started cumming and
shot his load in her face and hair. After he was done
and Clarrisa had licked him clean she started to
clean up.

"Leave my seed alone until after I leave slut."
Clarrisa curtsied and left to work on her choirs.
Cool. I didn't tell her to curtsy. She must have
decided to do that on her own.

Mike decided to drive a few hundred miles away to a
small community college and see what he could find.

He sat in the lobby for a couple of hours looking at
the bodies and minds of many girls. Finally a cute
girl came in the main doors.

Immediately he reached out with his mind and grabbed
her. She came over and stood in front of him.

"What's your name?"

"Angie" she said in a monotone voice.

Mike looked her over. She was 5'4", slim, and
athletic. She had on a gray T-shirt and baggy black
sweat pants with hiking boots on. Her breast where
not very large but you could see her small nipples
poking through her shirt. Her hair was dark brown,
naturally curvy and down just past her shoulders. Her
nose was small and was slightly turned up. She wore
small glasses that actually added to her good looks.
Her skin was slightly pale.

He looked into her mind and found that she was not
from around here at all. Her closest family was 500
miles away. She had no boy friends and lived with a
couple of other girls.

Mike gave her a mental push to go into the office
behind him, strip and wait for him.

Angie blankly walked into the office and closed the
door. Mike looked around and grabbed the mind of a
security guard and had him guard the office so he
could have some privacy.

When Mike entered the office, he smiled, as Angie
stood naked in the middle of the room looking into
space. She had a very nice figure, a small chest,
tight - thin abdomen, and nice hips. Her legs where
perfect.

Mike sat in the office chair in front of Angie and
started to go to work. This one was special. She
would be his primary girlfriend. He looked at her
small beasts, reached out with his mind and took
control of Angie's cellular and molecular control
centers. Her breast started to grow from B cups to
Double C cups. He then stimulated her milk glands so
that they would produce milk. Then he made sure her
nipples rested on top of her new milk breasts. He
changed her nipples so that they would not leak and
made them stick out one full inch and as big around
as a dime.

Mike then removed all of her skin blemishes and hair
from her head down.

He looked into her beautiful brown eyes and had an
idea. He changed her eye color to bright gold. And
fixed her vision so that she didn't need glasses.

Next he tanned her skin to a light golden brown.

Mike looked at her sex and decided to do some small
changes here also. Her labia started to swell to
double their size. Next he also doured the size of
her clit and caused it to always be engorged and
sensitive. The piece de resistance was he fixed her
pussy so that she would grow a new hymen every day.
Now every day she would be a virgin.

He stood back and looked at his handy work. Angie
slowly turned around a few times showing off her
improved body.

Satisfied. Mike went to work on her mind. He didn't
want a pure sex slave. He wanted someone to be with
and also to serve him. He altered her mind and
permisterality installing the following thoughts and
commands as if they where her own.

SHE LOVED MIKE WITH ALL HER HEART

SHE LOVED HER NEW BODY AND KNEW MIKE HAD ALTERED HER
LOOKS

SHE HAD ALL OF HER SEXUAL MORALITY REMOVED

SHE WOULD THINK EVERY THING MIKE ORDERED OR ASKED HER
TO DO WAS OK

SHE LOVED SEX. BUT WOULD ONLY HAVE MIKE OR SOMEONE HE
CHOSE.

SHE WOULD ALWAYS DRESS TO SHOW OFF HER BODY

SHE WOULD STILL BE SHY AROUND OTHERS AND WOULD EASILY
EMBARRASS

SHE WOULD NEVER BE JEALOUS OF THE OTHER WOMEN IN HIS
LIFE

SHE WOULD NOT HAVE ANY PROBLEM WITH THE WAY HIS OTHER
SLAVES ACTED AND WOULD THINK IT WAS NORMAL.

SHE WOULD KEEP HER INTELLIGENCE, BUT BE GIDDY AND
HAPPY ALL THE TIME

Mike then woke her up. She blinked her eyes and
focused on him. "Oh Mike, I love you!" she said
walked up to him and gave him a big kiss. "You like
my body?" she asked all red faced with her face
slightly tilted to the side.

"Of course I do honey"

"Oh I'm so glad." She said. She looked at her clothes
on the floor. "Can I meet you at home later I have to
go shopping? I can't ware clothes like this. I look
so ugly."
"Sure Angie. Here's my credit card. I'll meet you at
your house in six hours. But you better put your old
clothes on 'till you get some new ones."

"Yea, I don't want to go to jail now do I?" She said
as she put on her clothes. Her top was so tight that
she could not take in a full breath. "This top isn't
too bad though," she said. When she was dressed, she
gave Mike a kiss and said "See ya soon lover." And
left.

5 1/2 hours later Angie pulled into her driveway in
her little sunbird. She crabbed a bunch of clothes'
bags and walked into her room and put her stuff down.
Looking in the mirror she was glad that here
roommates where not home. She loved the changes made
to her by Mike but it would be hard to explain them
to her roommates.

She didn't have on the clothes that she had on when
Mike found her. She had thrown them away. Looking
back at her was a vixen in a skintight black lycra
top. The material had formed itself to her body and
new breasts. Her nipples protruded like two large
sticks. Her abdomen was bare and she had on a very
tight pair of black nylon pants that left her ass
cheeks exposed, running up the crack of her ass like
a thong. The shorts were so tight to her pussy. You
could make out the folds and the bump from her large
clit. Topping it all off was the black over the calf
go-go boots with 5 inch heals.

All of the new clothes she had bought were like this.
They all showed off her new body. She found herself
embarrassed walking through the malls dressed like
this. But at the same time she was turned on by all
the attention it gave her. As she walked, she found
herself trying to turn on the men around her. A few
tried to pick her up but she turned them all down
because she was spoken for.

At 6:00 p.m. Mike walked in. Angie came running out
of her room and kissed him long and deep. After a
long minute Mike broke the kiss and had Angie stepped
back so he could get a good look.

"Angie, you are gorgeous. I love the new look!"

"I hoped you'd approve."

"Angie, you know what I did to you don't you." Mike
said

Angie smiled and nodded her head.

"Good. Now would you please come over here and give
your new man a blowjob?" Mike asked.

"Of course lover" said Angie as she stepped over to
him and squatted down in front of him. She opened his
fly and took out his cock. She smiled and then
wrapped her lips around his member and went to work.
Her head went up and down as she wrapped her tongue
around his shaft as she sucked. Mike held off as long
as he could but shot his load down her throat. Angie
sucked him clean then looked up at him with puppy dog
eyes. "Was I good?" she said.

"You were Great Angie!" Mike said.

Just as Angie was putting Mikes cock back in his
pants Angie's roommates came in.
"Oh My God" Tammy yelled.

"What the Fuck?" said Carrie.

"What happened to you? Your eyes! Your clothes! Your
tits! And who the fuck is this?" demanded Tammy.

This is Mike. He's my lover. He wants me to look like
this so do I.

Tammy was the tallest of the new girls at 5'11". She
had average good looks. Slender and tan with blond
hair, average tits and ass.

Carrie was the smallest at 5' even. She had red hair,
small tits and ass. She looked like she could have
been 14 or 15 years old even though she was 20.

Tammy walked up to Mike "Just who the fuck do you
think you are? You don't have any right to expect
Angie to change herself just you. You can't . . . "

Tammy stopped talking as Mike took control of the two
new girls. He immediately found a dislike for Tammy
and her attitude.

"Angie. You go have a seat for a few minutes I have
some work to do." Mike said.

Angie was concerned for her friends but she trusted
Mike so she went over to the couch and sat down.

Tammy was looking at Mike with a look of terror in
her eyes as he walked up to her.
"You have a big mouth young lady. I will do what I
want. When I want. And to whom I want. Now strip,
both of you, and do it fast!"

Both Tammy and Carrie striped out of their clothes
and stood in front of Mike.

"Angie here is my new girlfriend, ladies. She will be
moving in with me and so will you two. First you two
have to know your place." Mike said. The look of
total fear now consumed both girls. "Unlike Angie who
will be almost an equal to me. You two are slaves to
serve."

"Both of you are primarily slaves to Angie. You will
serve and tend to her wishes."

Mike took control of Tammy's mind and body.

YOU ARE A LESBIAN.

YOU WILL SERVE ANGIE IN ANY WAS SHE SEES FIT.

YOU WILL NEVER SPEAK AGAIN.

YOU WILL DRESS IN A SHIER BLACK BODY SUIT WITH SPIKE
6 INCH HEALS AT ALL TIMES, EVEN WHEN YOU SLEEP.

YOU WILL WARE A COLLAR THAT HAS A TAG THAT SAYS
"ANGIE'S PET".

YOU WILL FOLLOW ANGIE ALL THE TIME UNLESS TOLD
OTHERWISE WITH YOUR EYES LOOKING AT HER ASS OR PUSSY
AT ALL TIMES.

YOU WILL ALWAYS BE HORNY BUT YOU WILL NEVER ORGASM
AGAIN.

YOU WILL BE AWARE OF THE CHANGES I HAVE MADE TO YOU
BUT YOU CAN'T TELL ANYONE OR HARM ANGIE OR MYSELF.

Then Mike made some physical changes to Tammy. Her
breasts grew to 48DD. He removed all of the hair on
her body below the neck. He darkened her skin to a
dark tan. The most dramatic thing he did to Tammy was
to her tongue. It changed it into a penis. When in
her mouth it was flaccid and you would never know.
But when erect it was 8 inches long.