les histoires de chrislebo

Judy looked after permisternel, security and a multitude of other office tasks in the branch office. She made some clicking noises with her tongue then asked. "I knew she was ill as he had time off recently but not that ill. Any idea when the funeral will be?"

Jim figured all she was interested in was when he would return to the office. "I'll phone him later. In the meantime I need to complete the reports. I need his password." He told her. The word password had taken on a new secret meaning but he managed to say it without cringing.

The morning was spent immersed in figures where he escaped from dwelling on the betrayal of a colleagues trust. Inevitably he couldn't resist looking at some permisteral documents and there he found the password. He had already found that out but above it was another phrase, obviously the one that put her into a trance. There was nothing else, no explanation of what it referred to so if anyone came across the document it would be meaningless. Still, it was pretty useless even to him as there wouldn't be an opportunity to use it even if he wanted to.

***

"Hello Angus how are things?" Jim asked.

Judy nodded at a chair meaning for him to sit. It felt crowded in the small office and he was nervous in Angus presence having not seen him since that Friday night over a week ago.

"Angus has just come in to hand his notice in. Under the circumstances I think it's reamisterable he doesn't have to work a months notice. Could you fill in until we get a replacement? Sorry to land you in it like this but, well, you know." Judy shrugged her shoulders attempting an appealing expression instead ended up looking pathetic.

"Sure. Anything to help." Jim replied, looking instead at Angus. The gut seemed OK but why was he doing this, had he found out? "Have you cleared it with head office? I've already overstayed the couple of weeks originally arranged."

"I thought I would run it by you first." Judy said, attempting now to sound and look helpful.

'You damn well know what your doing. How can I say no in front of Angus.' He thought.

Angus smiled. "I'm sorry about this Jim. I'll spend a few hours with you, filling you in. I'm sure you can handle it."

Back at the desk they sat close, hunched over the computer screen. "This is all a bit sudden Angus, are you sure?"

Angus interrupted. "I've been through all that with Judy. I've made up my mind. If I don't escape now I never will. There's nothing stopping me now lady's gone. It reminded me how short life is. We work, retire a few years then die. Sorry! I'm OK. I'm going to live life the way I want, do what I want. I've made plans to travel for so long then just torn them up, not this time."

"What did your wife say?" Jim asked quietly, not wanting to use her name in case it exposed his feelings.

"Not much. I was surprised. Perhaps she doesn't believe it. Anyway, I'll pack when I get free of this place, she'll believe it then. The mortgage is paid up, she has her inheritance to live on, and she'll be OK."

"Where will you go?"

"Canada first. By train through the Rockies then down through the states to South America, as far as the rails take me. Right down to the tip of Argentina. After that Europe, then there's the trans Siberian railway, right across to China. Melody won't go of course she'd be bored out of her mind." His eyes glowed with the idea of freedom, of the immensity of the plans he had pored over for years.

"That's really something." Jim responded hardly knowing what to say. It would be his idea of hell but then a weekend Jazz festival would probably leave Angus feeling the same way.

"Come over for dinner before I go. I need to thank you for, well, taking care of all this." Angus laughed with a wave of his hand taking in the office.

Arriving at his work mates' home Jim wondered if he should just keep on driving past but somehow managed to walk to the door and ring the bell.

"Hi Jim, glad you could make it." The large man shook his hand in a warm grip obviously unaware that Jim had taken his wife a few days ago.

One hurdle was over but what would it be like meeting Melody again.

"Hello Jim. It's nice to meet you after all the good things my husband has said about you. He is so pleased with you taking over the office on such short notice, he can get away that much sooner." Melody laughed, hiding the embarrassment behind a smile. It was unnerving talking to this young man who had taken her in her own home, like a secret affair it had to be kept confidential. She had to pretend not to know anything about it herself and having to act as though it never happened was a strain.

Despite the naughty secret she was happy not having been magictised for the last two weeks. When Angus started his travels she would be left in peace, without the worry of telling her husband that she knew what he had been doing to her the last two years. The problem of telling him had only arisen with the fear that a stranger might take advantage of her as Jim had.

Jim thought Melody looked radiant. Obviously dressed and decorated without a man's influence she looked more attractive than when he had seen her last. How that could be possible Jim couldn't work out, the subtle female differences were beyond him. Perhaps it was the smile that shone from an inner contentment or maybe it was that he knew she wore stockings under that captivating dress. No cleavage was revealed and it was long yet more alluring.

As they sat with an aperitif Jim looked around the ordinary room hardly able to believe anything unusual had happened in that very lounge two weeks ago. Trying to put it out of his mind he concentrated on making small talk.

"So when are you off Angus?" He asked.

"Tomorrow morning. I have a flight to Canada then a local train to Vancouver to pick up the Rockies Special."

"Don't get him started on all that. I thought he was going to take me with him only I'm pleased to say it's to be a solitary adventure. Excuse me but I need to see to dinner. Just don't bore the young man, try to think of something else for a change." Melody teased her husband on the way out of the door.

"Didn't she mind you going?" Jim asked.

"No. Not at all! She seemed relieved, not just from avoiding a boring trip on trains for a couple of months. She seemed to be glad to see me gone. I guess we've been married long enough to need some space. How are you set up here in town, still in that crummy motel room? Well, why don't you move in here until you find an apartment? It would make me feel better if you were keeping an eye on the place and looking out for Melody. This neighbourhood looks nice but you never know who's wondering around." Angus suggested.

Jim protested but before he could get really going on a list of excuses Melody called them into the dinning room.

Melody fetishd on a potato when Angus mentioned his idea; quickly recovering she scolded her husband. "I'm sure Jim would rather have his own space. It's just the thought of you paying out for a hotel room that's inspired this idea. Angus doesn't like to spend money needlessly."

"She's a good cook, there's plenty of room here and it's a good security measure." Angus looked mindfully at Jim, with a slight frown. "He's not involved with anyone and will be too busy for late nights out with the boys, besides the guys in the office are too old or too married to be much fun. You could still claim your motel room on expenses from head office." Angus winked at Jim. It seemed he wouldn't take no for an answer.

After dinner the two men sipped port in the lounge mellowing. "Jim. If you were here you could keep an eye on her for me. Just in case the magicsis causes a problem. I don't think it will, but, in an emergency there needs to be someone here to look out for her. Just say yes."

Jim thought about it and the idea began to grow on him. "Alright, I'll see how it goes." He could always move out while Angus was away and felt sure Melody wouldn't object when he did.

Melody was worried by the idea of Jim moving in not just because she was looking forward to having her own space. So far she hadn't thought what to do with so-called free time and what was space anyway. Although Jim knew the password he couldn't use it until she was magictised and no one but Angus knew the phrase to put her under. It meant she was safe yet there was a pleasant awareness of a little danger agreeing to him staying.

***

Next morning Jim carried a suitcase into the house, containing the meagre possessions brought to town. Everything from the apartment at home was in storage. He'd made that arrangement over the phone since learning he was to stay at the branch office. So what now? Melody seemed a little distant, slightly nervous about a stranger invading her home. He was travelling light so it would be easy to back out of the arrangement and find another motel room

"What have you done to your neck?" He asked.

"Oh! I must have slept awkwardly. Would you like a coffee?" She asked, meaning to escape to the kitchen out of his way. She knew it was from tension; the awkwardness of having Jim in the house. Somehow she was going to manoeuvre him out or perhaps arrange a vacation for herself, somewhere warm and relaxing with attentive staff.

He followed her not feeling comfortable just plonking himself down in the lounge waiting to be served. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all. "Can I help?"

Hearing his voice sp close behind her she dropped a cup into the sink. 'I must be more on edge than I realised.' She thought.

Deciding to make her feel more at ease Jim whispered the phrase into her ear. He watched her straighten with both arms at her sides, a neutral expression upon her face. She seemed to be waiting for something and it wasn't a train.

Melody inwardly gasped. 'No! How did he find that out?' She was suddenly so terribly vulnerable in a too familiar magictic trance. 'What will he do to me?' She dare not imagine. This state had been deepened over months of practice with her husband until it had become irresistible. At the moment he couldn't command her to do anything but she was powerless to run away and hide from him. What made it so galling was that she had inadvertently revealed the password that would enable him to order her about. She was powerless to prevent him saying it. All he had to do now was say the password and she would be completely under his control.

Jim spoke the password and contemplated on what to do next. "Sit on that chair. Try to relax."

Melody was surprised for this wasn't expected at all. She was still wearing clothes, which was some small comfort. As ordered she tried to relax with his hands massaging her neck. They drifted around her shoulders gripping stiff muscles easing them. The inner tension was melting away too.

"You will be relaxed around me." Jim ordered her. He thought for a moment trying to get the words right. "You will enjoy having me here and will be happy to share your home with me." He emphasised the words you and me. "Even when not magictised you will be pleased to see me and want me to be here. When I bring you round you will remember the massaging and not be surprised at it happening and look forward to another massage."

Jim stepped back from her and uttered another phrase to bring her round.

Melody twisted her neck slowly back and forth. "Wow! You have a magic touch. I feel so relaxed and my neck feels just great." She remembered everything as usual as her husband had neglected to tell her to forget these magictic episodes assuming she wouldn't remember. Still, she did feel calm and the ache was gone. Perhaps he wasn't going to take advantage of her; after all she was older than him, too old, not attractive to a young man. Despite knowing it was the influence of a magictic order she felt relaxed and this was a good start to his moving in. The start of what exactly would have to be discovered.

"I had better make that coffee." She smiled. "Just take your things upstairs. I've made the bed and cleared the room. Just let me know if you need anything."

In the lounge she relaxed with a mug of white coffee, no sugar, like his. "Tell me about yourself, I don't know you at all." They talked finding little in common yet plenty to laugh about. He volunteered to take care of the garden but a gardener came in once a week and the house was well decorated and maintained.

"You can look after me then." She said, flushing with embarrassment at the look of amusement he returned.

"Well I can do that for sure. Do you have plans for this evening?" He said.

A little thrill coursed through her body at the thought of what he was hinting at. It was no surprise that her thoughts turned to that naughty evening and her eyes turned to the spot where she had been bent over displaying herself so wantonly. "Not really. I've got to get used to having all my time to myself." She said hesitantly.

He uttered the phrase once more watching her rise from the armchair to stand vacantly before him. Without hesitation he spoke the password. "Now let's get you changed into something more comfortable. You look good in those jeans and tee shirt but much better in a dress. Or perhaps it's what you wear underneath that is so alluring."

She followed him upstairs in a state of excitement no longer able to feel afraid of him. It was disconcerting to know he had ordered her to feel relaxed and happy to be in his company but there was nothing she could do about that, or anything else.

'Damn!' She thought, 'he's going through my wardrobe.' It would have given her at least some leeway if he had just told her to wear a dress whereas now he was going to find the naughty outfits Angus had bought for her.

"Well that's sexy. That's the maid's outfit you wore the first time I was here. What's this then? You have a collection of corsets hidden away at the back." Soon the bed was filled with discarded garments. "You can try these on while I decide which is best. Now this is interesting. Three draws of underwear. Start with this and select the appropriate underwear." He said, holding up a skimpy dress.

Stripping off the sensible clothes she felt so very vulnerable and embarrassed. It wouldn't have been so bad wearing something, even the old unmatched bra and panties would have been better than nothing. His eyes on her body as she bent over the draws rummaging through for something reamisterable to wear underneath left her feeling humiliated.

She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to hide at least something from his gaze.

"No that's far too dreary. Find something racy, exciting."

A red half cup bra with matching thong came to hand as though by magic and before she could bury it in the pile he told her it was perfect. Trying to remain calm and maintain some dignity she dressed only to feel it was a strip tease in reverse. The look in his eyes told her plainly he liked what he saw. It was as though she had just gift wrapped her body as a present for him until he was ready to strip off the packaging and play with it. Every scything movement of stocking clad thighs, every bounce of her breasts in the little bra seemed to emphasise the feeling of being his toy. The indignity was all the more shaming on becoming excited and ready for him to use her.

In the dinning room she served lunch waiting on him as she had that first evening. The compliments on her cooking were thoughtful but it was the light touches to her thighs and bottom that were captivating her attention. It was impossible not to become excited and wanting more.

"You had better call me, Sir. While we are alone of course, otherwise carry on calling me Jim. If anyone calls just behave normally as though you weren't magictised but remember to obey me."

"Yes Sir." She answered demurely. The significance of his words flooded her with alarm. He obviously intended to keep her magictised for some time. Angus had never gotten around to keeping her like this for a whole day, just a couple of hours playing around in the evening. The mention of someone calling while so helpless was frightening. Up until then she had been excited at what he might do with her not thinking it through at all. It was stupid to be in this vulnerable position where a young man was in complete control of her in her own home.

The touch of his hand on a near bare bottom, gently stroking it, calmed her. The sensuousness of it drove away the fretful thoughts. The little thong could so easily be pushed aside and it became a frustrating tease that he didn't.

It was driving her mad being kept in a state of arousal all day. When was he going to finish what he had started? Every time she caught sight of herself in the filmy little dress it brought a thrill. Bending over to show off the thong or bending over him revealing a deep cleavage was so naughty it was making her wet.

When close he would reach out and pet her, stroking her sensitized flesh with light fingertip brushes. A nipple accidentally slipped out for him to pinch then smoothly caress the breast back in leaving her pulse pounding. When he cupped her sex in one hand she nearly came but that was all she managed; to come so close yet never reach a climax was almost painful.

"Put these on I found them in your wardrobe." He told her.

The high heels were slipped over stocking clad feet and as she did he purposefully separated her legs to examine her. He could feel how wet she was and that mortified her.

"Tell me how you feel, right here." He asked cupping her between the legs.

She squirmed at the lewd suggestion knowing she had to answer however intimate and revealing it would be. "Wet, Sir."

"That's avoiding the issue. What do you want right here?" He demanded.

The words fluttered from her lips before she could think of a less damning reply. "I want you, Sir. I want to come. Please Sir, let me come. Make me come. Let me have your cock in there." Ashamed at revealing such private thoughts, as well as the lurid words she used to express them, she looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

Jim studied her thinking she was either a submissive by nature or had been brought to this state after so long being dominated under magicsis. Well it didn't mater much either way. He was going to give her what she wanted eventually. He wanted her right there on the floor in the kitchen, right now. He took a deep breath and steadied himself.

"Follow me." He commanded.

Eagerly she trotted after him on high heels into the hall. He steadied her climb of the stairs with a hand to her bottom. Without being told she led the way into the bedroom. "Crawl onto the bed on hands and knees." He ordered.

On his back he slipped between her legs looking up at her sex. Pulling the thong to one side he kissed her gently then sucked. It felt as though he was pulling her inside out. Her legs tremred. He moved on up the bed to pull the dress down uncovering a nipple, which he grasped between his teeth. When he licked the other she almost cried with anticipation until he sucked it into his mouth. She twisted her hips luxuriating in the feelings trembling through her breasts and chest. He moved upward to look into her eyes. Her focus was lost with tears of pleasure blurring everything. He nibred upon her lips reminding her of what he had done between her legs, re-igniting the sensations.

"Sit up. Lower yourself onto me." He casually told her.

So deep was the longing she wouldn't have needed to be magictised for there was no way to resist her body demanding attention. It demanded satisfaction and on contact with his hardness all strength seemed to give way. She fell upon him burying it deep inside her body feeling all of it, feeling it expanding to fill her right up. He arched his back strongly lifting her to reach so much further she thought it was filling her belly.

"Move up and down. You know what to do." He encouraged.

She didn't know what to do from experience, having never tried anything but a missionary position but all she knew was that she wanted his cock inside her. She pushed with her legs lifting her sex to the head of his penis then let her weight drop upon it once more only this time it reached deeper. The movements became faster and more frantic.

A gust of breath left her throat with a sound of a wailing wolf. It was so tight and deep within her body she felt every juddering movement as he came. She responded with a whimper for at last she too was coming. Exploding with a star burst of nerves tingling outward from her sex the orgasm was all consuming. Down both legs ripples of lightning scorched taught nerves, over her stomach ripples of heat throbbed. Her chest heaved once then her whole body tensed. His slightest quiver sending sensations that seemed too powerful to be withstood, her whole mind telling her to freeze, don't move, hold on to it.

She clenched her thighs, learning to tighten inner muscles too, attempting to hold on to his retreating form. She didn't need more, she just needed to feel him inside; she craved for it there. Collapsing onto his chest she felt him clasp her body tightening the two into one.

They fell arelax as one until she opened her eyes to see he too was coming round. She lay there not wanting to move not wanting to be free of his arms.

"Let's shower." He murmured.

Together they soaped their bodies with soft suds cleaning the sweat of the intense activity away.

He was hungry and she was eager to please. No longer conscious of the brief outfit, nor bothered by the loss of underwear, she wantonly nuzzled against him whenever a hand closed upon her. The evening was spent this way in the dining room then in the lounge where she kneeled at his feet contentedly awaiting his command.

That night she enjoyed his wanting her and his need matched hers in return. Less frantic yet as satisfying they made love.

Sunday arrived with the joy of knowing he was there. He dressed her in a more flowing feminine dress, still without underwear except suspenders and stockings yet she was pleased for her body to be available to his slightest whim. It was a lazy day with them content to merely be together. Working on chores around the house brought the feeling that she wanted to be back beside him letting him tease her body.

In the afternoon she was working through each room in the house collecting wastebaskets ending up in the garden emptying them into a bin.

"Hi! How are you getting on without Angus?" A neighbour asked, leaning over the fence.

She smiled, startled from a reverie, not knowing what to say. "I'll push the rubbish-bin into the street for you. It's collection day Monday, tomorrow." He said, as though she might have forgotten.

Ordered to behave normally she did just that within the limits of being magictised. "Thanks Howard but Angus has arranged everything as usual. He arranged for someone to stay, to take care of things. Jim will move it out later." She said noticing he was looking at her with a curious look upon his face.

With the sun shining low her shadow was cast upon the fence as a silhouette of her body. The sun was shining right through the thin summer dress and she inwardly cringed. He was sure to see the suspender belt and she had been standing with her legs apart balancing the wastebasket ready to tip it. Without panties or bra the dress was nothing more than a thin veil over her naked body. It wasn't the cool afternoon air that had her nipples standing to attention it was the constant stimulation.

He kept her talking, or rather listening, while his eyes roved from between her legs to her breasts and back. She couldn't move. So used to being ordered by another she waited for him to let her go. As much as she wanted to she just couldn't take the initiative. The voice of his wife crashed over the fence and as though caught stealing apples he scurried off with a hasty farewell. Relieved at escaping the embarrassing situation she escaped back to the kitchen and smiled a little impish grin.

"I was thinking of those outfits at the back of your wardrobe. We'll try them out and see which one is the sexiest." Jim told her.

The smile on his face was so wonderful she eagerly rushed up the stairs. Stripping off she stood naked in the bedroom while he delved in among the clothes. A glint of light attracted her attention to the mirror. In one corner she caught the movement again. She couldn't see anyone but could see a neighbours' window. Howard was spying on her from the house next door. Had he seen her stripping off? She had closed the blinds to the window looking out over the front lawn but had been ordered to get undressed before reaching that small window. If he had a pair of binoculars he would be able to see everything.

She groaned inwardly, unable to say anything to warn Jim or move away from the window or the mirror. From behind her neighbour had a clear view of her bottom and everything else in the mirror. Melody hoped Jim would hurry up with some clothes. She felt so vulnerable being helpless and naked before that awful man.

"Climb on the bed, on all fours." Jim told her. Though feeling humiliated there was no choice but kneel on the bed looking out through the window now seeing for sure he was there. He watched as her body was being worked upon, as thoroughly as yesterday, with less effect now as she was being watched. She couldn't look away from the binoculars that were clearly in sight watching everything. He was watching her move up and down with her breasts bouncing in a steady rhythm. At some point she ceased to see anything, her eyes tight shut, as she came. Again it was a tremendous expansion of sensations coursing through her body bringing her to collapse upon her young lover.

There was no escaping what happened even as she descended the stairs her thoughts were in overdrive. It was clear in her mind, Howard had watched her undress then watched her dress and everything in between, her secrets all revealed. What was she to do? Events were piling up getting out of control but of course they already were way beyond her control.

She had freely let her husband magictise her over the months until it had taken a firm hold of her mind. But then she hadn't foreseen how it could turn into this dangerous torrid game, a game where she was just a pawn. Being magictised for a whole weekend was tying the already strong knot so much tighter about her mind she wondered how much resistance there was left. Melody wasn't even sure how much she enjoyed being the young mans plaything and how much it was a command that she must enjoy it.

Her mind was in turmoil as she went through the usual routine of preparing a meal in the kitchen. What must her neighbour think of their antics in the bedroom? She would have to wait and see what happened. At least tomorrow Jim would leave for the office leaving her free to untangle this web she had helped create for herself, if that were possible. She would have to try, try something.

The doorbell rang. Melody wiped her hands on a towel and padded on bare feet from the kitchen. With her mind still in turmoil over what had happened at the weekend she answered the door. The next-door neighbour, Howard, was standing there. In a flash her mind cleared to the present.

This lecherous neighbour had watched her make love to Jim from his house next door. Jim hadn't thought to close the curtains and being magictised she hadn't been able to. She had simply carried out his instructions although if she was honest she had been too excited to think straight anyway.

The memory of discovering Howard watching her, unable to do anything about it, brought back the feelings of guilt and shame. He had watched her undress and mount her young lover until an orgasm overwhelmed her. Any chance that he hadn't really seen the lewd show was destroyed now he had taken the trouble to make this rare visit.

It was no coincidence that Jim had just left for the office, so now what did he want? Although Melody was still magictised Jim had left instructions that she was to act normal if anyone called. This was some small relief. The magictic state had grown gradually stronger over the past two years and being under its influence for a whole weekend had tightened its powerful control.

"Hello Melody. How are you?" He asked. She made the mistake of standing back form the door, which allowed him to walk in. "Have you heard from Angus. Is he enjoying his trip?"

"He will phone today sometime." She replied, while attempting to figure out how to get rid of him.

"I wondered if there was something I could do to help while he was away." He said.

"I don't think so." She said. Her voice sounded calm not revealing how flustered she was. She followed him down the hall into the kitchen.

"You don't look too good. I expect your missing him. Sit down and I'll make a cup of coffee. We can have a chat, catch up on what's being going on." He told her.

She perched on a stool in the kitchen. It dawned on her that she had obeyed his instruction to sit down so she really did need to get rid of him somehow. In fear she wondered what he had in mind. He might inadvertently order her around and discover how vulnerable she was.

"I noticed you had a visitor. Is he staying with you for long?"

"Yes he's looking after me until Angus gets back." Embarrassed at what the words really meant she looked down at her lap then quickly looked up at Howard. He was licking his lips staring at the sight of stocking tops and suspenders where the little dress had ridden up.

"Does Angus know how well you too are getting on?" He asked.

That was unmistakably a reference to what he had spied from his window. Without a thought she replied. "No." She had no choice but to answer. The instruction to act normal was simply that, an act. It didn't seem to have much depth so she was definitely in trouble.

Howard was around fifty-five but not passed it. What would he do with this sordid piece of information? Little did he know blackmail wasn't necessary for he could simply order her to obey. What little perversions this older man might have she shuddered to think about.

Placing the coffee cup beside her on the breakfast counter left him standing too close for comfort.

"There's no need to tell him. I'm sure we can come to some arrangement to avoid any unpleasantness." He said. His hand rested lightly upon her knee. When she neglected to resist the hand slid up to a suspender belt caressing her thigh. "I thought you might see it my way. Do as I say and no one need know of your secret fling." He sighed.

Melody shuddered in anguish at his words for he had just ordered her to do as he said. He was standing close before her parting her thighs and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She felt his sweaty palms rub her unprotected thighs with fingertips nudging the skimpy panties.

He leaned forward to lick her cleavage giving her a close up of his bald patch. She tried to switch off, to think of something else, to let him just get on with it. With a gasp of relief she felt him move away from her. Opening her eyes it was a relief to see he wasn't unzipping his trousers. Perhaps he was passed it after all.

"Was that a little gasp of pleasure my dear?"

He didn't give her a chance to answer. She wondered if it would have made any difference if she had told him the truth. That she was disgusted at his touch. That she was relieved to think he had finished with her.

"Stand up. Bend over the table." He told her.

In despair she obeyed.

"Pull up your dress. Such a beautiful bottom so well framed by those stockings and suspenders. A peach my dear. You are right not hide it in a pair of knickers. A thong is just perfect. Squeeze your thighs together." He sighed in satisfaction.

Melody wondered if looking would be enough. His breathing indicated a heart attack and she hoped for it. Her offense was complete on feeling her lips protrude between her thighs knowing the view he had of them. The tiny panties merely cupped her pussy lips in white cotton.

"Such a delightful image Mrs Angus McArthur."

She squirmed at being reminded of her position.

"That is an enticing wiggle you have there. I could watch it all day but there just isn't the time. Pull down the thong. You can wiggle that delightful bottom for me again. Keep it going, dear."

She thought he was simply watching the squirming of her lips as they rolled between her thighs but she was mistaken. She felt something cold against her bottom. Fear of the unknown halted the shameful movements. He was rubbing it between the cheeks of her bottom then down over her pussy warming it. Pushing it into her pussy shaped it as it softened from her body heat.

The slab of hard cooking fat straight from the fridge had startled her but now it was shaped into a cylinder. He eased into her bottom. The slippery substance was resisted but nevertheless intruded into her. "Don't resist it. It will help make it easier for you. I don't intend to share your pussy with that young man." He told her.

For a moment she thought he wasn't going to take her but then it struck like a slap what he meant. He wasn't going to take her pussy he was going to **** her bottom. As ordered she relaxed letting him grease her arse.

She felt a hardness poke between her cheeks then slide down the cleft into position. Soundlessly she cried out. 'No! Not that. Please don't. Take my pussy, not that. Please fuck my pussy. Please fuck my pussy.' There was no self-conscious shame in begging him to fuck her. She meant it and would have pleaded with him out loud if she could.

She gasped as he slid into her. Slowly his hardness drove deep into her body. There was no escape from the feeling of it burrowing in ever deeper. Pulling on her tight sheath it felt huge on its outward movement. The pace began to increase. The solid mass was powering into her yet she ***ly gripped it tight. Eventually she felt him shudder with quick little movements. In distress she felt it spurt a sperm enema deep into her greased hole.

This was no wild pleasure as experienced with Jim. This was a thing to be endured. The pain subsided as he shrunk back from her.

"Your quit a slut Mrs McArthur." He breathed heavily.

Irrationally she hoped he wouldn't have the heart attack now, leaving her to be found so indecently. What a picture it would make with him dead on the kitchen floor. She with her panties around her ankles, spread over the kitchen table, arse up and greased.

"You're my slut now. Perhaps not all mine but most certainly my little slut. Clean yourself up while I finish this coffee. Best take that dress off first." He told her.

With him examining her every movement she soaped herself at the sink bent over with a soapy cloth between her legs. It took some time but he was careful not to miss anything of the show.

After he left she collapsed on the floor her nerves shattered. Was this to be her lot in life? Jim would be taking her pussy and the neighbour would be a***ing her bottom. Realising how vulnerable she had become led to more terrifying thoughts. Anyone calling at the house might decide to make a play for the lonely housewife dressed like a slut.

Melody groaned on remembering the dirty old man had told her she was a slut. Until the order was countermanded she would be a slut, flirting with any man who came along. She would have to tell Jim the danger she was in and reveal she remembered everything he had done to her. She could only do that when he released her. She dare not contemplate what might happen if he kept her magictised until Angus returned.

It was nearly five and Jim would be home soon so Melody changed into a maid outfit for him as ordered. The outfit was a low cut dress flared out to reveal stocking tops and white ruffles of petticoats. For once she didn't admire herself in the mirror, being too preoccupied to care what she looked like.

Could she tell Jim what happened this morning even if he brought her out of the magictic state? At the moment she was powerless to say anything but answer his questions and obey him. It was all her fault it had gone so terribly wrong. If she hadn't let her husband magictise her so often its power over her wouldn't be so strong.

That it was overpowering was confirmed when a neighbour walked in and took her roughly. He hadn't realised she was magictised and couldn't resist him. He thought she was stunned by his threat of blackmail. She shuddered at the thought of it. It was no good she would have to tell Jim as soon as he lifted the influence so as to avoid that nasty man. She couldn't let it happen again.

Melody heard him from the kitchen run upstairs to change into jeans and t-shirt. Her master was home. Carrying in a tray of food she placed it before him then stood ready to serve, as programmed.

"You look smashing in that dress Melody. Even without the high heels your legs look long. It's those stockings and suspenders that do it."

She wasn't in the mood for his compliments while still smouldering with anger and suffering in anguish over what had happened.

"Did Angus ever tell you about Roger feeding the squirrels behind the office building?" He asked between forks' of lasagne.

"Yes, master." She dutifully replied.

"Well he ran back in this morning and dragged everyone outside to show them what had happened. He told everyone the squirrels didn't like the black dog biscuits because they had brought them all back. He was convinced these squirrels had picked them out and brought a week's worth of them back. Everyone was laughing but he was totally convinced. Apparently a couple of office juniors had collected them during the week and came in early to brownieter them outside on the lawn." Jim laughed at the memory of Roger talking about it all day to anyone who would listen.

He stopped eating for a moment to look at Melody and the lack of a reaction. "I guess you had to be there. I'm not very good at telling jokes anyway." He put the fork down. "This is no good. Well it is sometimes." He said with a grin lighting his face. "I guess I can't keep you like this all the time. It's no good."

Melody cringed inwardly knowing the moment of truth was close. She would have to reveal she remembered what had happened while magictised. He, like Angus, thought she didn't remember the naughty things they made her do. Jim would find out she had colluded in the games they played. All this dressing up and the sex too! He would know she enjoyed being dominated, being helpless. Would he believe she hadn't wanted the neighbour to do those dreadful things to her?

He sent her upstairs to change and she joined him at the table to eat diner. He uttered the phrase she both dreaded and needed to be said. Melody was now his landlady and friends wife. "So how has your day been Melody?" Jim politely asked.

She hesitated a moment then stammered. "I have something to tell you. Something awful happened. I would appreciate it if you just listened." She said, and then told him the sordid tale.

Jim sat quiet still. He was stunned to think she knew all that had happened between them and angry with what the neighbour had done to her. "It's all my fault. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you helpless like that." He said. The feeling of guilt overwhelmed him fuelling his anger. "The bastard! I'll ******* him." Jim shouted.

"No! You can't confront him. Please, just sit down. We'll just have to be more careful in future." She stopped suddenly realising she had inadvertently told him she wanted to continue with the games.

Jim didn't sit down he couldn't. It was difficult to face her knowing she was aware of how he had taken advantage of her. Was he any better than that beast next door? He walked, almost running, out of the front door straight up to the neighbour's house. Banging on the door brought no response. He marched round to the back door straight into the kitchen.

Peeping from behind a curtain Howard was too afraid to open the front door. When he saw the young man turn toward the back of the house he scramred toward the back door. Too late! He almost ran into him. "Get out!" He said. Spittle sprayed from his open mouth. "I have a bad heart." He moaned.

"A bad mind too. You bastard! Keep away from Melody or I'll wring your redy scrawny neck. No more spying from that room either." Jim shouted at him.

"You can't talk to me like that young man. This is my home. I'll tell Angus what you two have been up to." Howard whined.

"Angus already knows. He asked me to stay. I'm there to look after her. If you start spreading gossip we'll hear about it. You won't be able to spread the dirt again. Do you understand? Does your wife know you've been spying on Melody? Watching her get undressed. Does she know you visited her this morning? What you did to her." Jim ranted with a finger pocking his chest.

Howard's jowls wobred with his mouth flapping sounds not words.

Jim grabbed his belt and shook him. "Well?"

"No." He mumred.

"You can't undo what you did. Melody was shocked when you barged into her home. You ***d her. You nasty piece of cuckolds brownie!"

From the onslaught of words and anger the man crumpled into himself. His legs gave way with Jim lowering him to the floor. "I won't say anything. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He bleated over and over.

Jim lost the edge to his temper. Watching the man whimpering he felt disgusted. Jim's guilt wasn't spent but it seemed to have been appeased for the moment.

Back behind the front door he hesitated. Leaning back against it he sighed, unsure if he could remain staying there with Melody. His own words came back to him. 'Angus already knows.' Did Angus arrange all of this? Did he set him up? If so that would explain how easy it had been for him to move in and take over.

What wasn't supposed to happen was for the neighbour to bugger Melody. "Damn!" Jim exclaimed. "Angus told me to look after her. I let them both down."

Jim heard a sound from upstairs. He climbed them feeling his legs heavy, weary from the emotion of confrontation. Maybe he was unsure of what to do next but he was sure of one thing. He would have to make it right with Melody before he left.

"He won't bother you again. He'll keep the curtains drawn and his mouth shut." Jim said. Before he could think what to say next, how to apologise, Melody interrupted.

"Go down stairs and wait for me in the lounge." She told him.

She walked in wearing the maid outfit high heels included this time. "You must promise to look after me." She said quietly. "Don't make me forget one moment. You promise. OK. Say the words."

Melody went from looking nervous to a relaxed pose with arms at her sides, waiting for him.

Jim wondered if it could ever be the same again. The sight of her dressed to thrill began to rouse him. He had a lot to make up for. She had given herself to him and so now he knew he had been doing something right. He remembered that first evening where they had started all this, in this very room.

"Turn around. Bend over the sofa" He said, in almost a whisper.

He crawled across the floor to her and kissed her bare thighs above the stockings. He reached up to her breasts and pulled them from the dress to knead them gently. Rolling her nipples between his fingers they began to stiffen. She was ready for him. With his teeth he pulled the crotch of her panties away and nuzzled her there.

He pulled away noticing she pushed back wanting more. "Down on the floor." He said, not needing to explain. He parted her legs. Gazing for a moment at the glistening moist lips he watched her hips rise off the floor summoning him. He enjoyed the moment, watching Melody squirm in pleasure and frustration.

The little black dress was up around her hips with her breasts pushed out the top. He leaned over to massage them. Dropping his head between her legs he kissed one lip then the other, sucking it into his mouth to nibble it. One long stroke with the tongue from end to end nearly finished her off but he held back. Again he watched her squirming, lifting her hips in frustration, wanting more, needing more.

He stood up and told her. "Stand up. Straighten your dress. Now go and tidy up the dining room. When you're finished bring me a beer."

"Right away, master." She said.

Melody screamed inside. 'I'm your slut. Please fuck me.' She wanted to wrestle him to the floor, to tear off his clothes, yet all she could do was obey the order. While washing up she told herself he was doing this for her. He had worked out this is what she wanted. Had she always been like this wanting to be dominated and to be used? 'I'm his slut and must do as he says.' She wailed silently.

With legs trembling she brought him a beer as ordered. He was sitting low on the sofa with a clear view of her panties and this small thing gave her a thrill. Already quaking with excitement she needed very little to keep her going. Bending over to drag a small table over to him for his beer she was able to show off her bottom. Leaning forward her breasts were on display.

In nervous haste she spilt the take. "Look what you've done girl." He scolded her. He took a hold of a wrist pulling her over his lap. "You must be careful to please me, maid. You're here to serve me or suffer the consequences." He gently slapped her bare bottom, then again.

"I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again, Sir." Standing demurely before him she felt humiliated. She was a married woman and this young man had spanked her over his knee, in her own home. Now she had to stand before him with her knickers around her ankles waiting to be dismissed like some errant schoolgirl.

Scooting off to fetch a cloth, and another beer, she was determined to be more careful this time. While he sipped at the glass she knelt on the floor wiping up the mess.

"While your down there you can attend another of your tasks, maid. Crawl over here." He commanded imperiously.

Eagerly she unzipped the jeans almost grabbing him too roughly. He didn't complain.

Without need of instruction she licked the full length of his hardened cock. She kissed and licked his balls on a parallel to his treatment of her earlier. With her lips around the head of his cock she juggled his balls lightly with fingertips. Breathing deeply through her nose she drove her head down firmly taking him all. She swallowed his penis feeling it tight in her throat. Lifting her head she kept it wrapped tight between her lips while flicking it with her tongue.

Her head bobbed in a steady rhythm until he cupped her chin in a strong hand. "No more. Stop!" He breathed raggedly. "Lets make it last. We have the whole night ahead of us. You're such a hungry slut." He told her.

"Yes, master." She said reluctantly. In frustration she sank back to kneel on the floor at his feet. She wanted him desperately and knew she would eventually, only she wanted him now. 'I'm your slut and I want it now.' She thought.

At that moment she remembered the neighbour that morning telling her she was a slut. She gave a little shiver of fear. This evening Jim too had told her she was a slut. Had he unintentionally reinpowerd that awful mans words to make it a stronger command. Had Jim called her a slut because she was behaving like one? If she was, then it had already started to be programmed into her mind. She would have to warn Jim of this danger when he released her later.

Angus had only ever commanded her to dress up for him leaving the suggestion planted in her mind that she must wear more alluring clothing. She had been happy with that as it improved their love life and their marriage. She had learnt to go along with it all even enjoying being commanded and dominated.

She wondered how much of all this was what she wanted and how much her mind had been changed over time.

"Come on maid it's getting late. Time for bed." He told her.

Woken from her reverie she quickly jumped up startled; still anxious over thoughts of what was happening to her.

"You seem very eager, maid. Perhaps I shouldn't call you that but something more appropriate. You're such an eager slut this evening. So, that's it then. Slut. You're my eager little slut. The way you were sucking me I should call you my cock slut."

"Are you my cock slut?" He asked.

"Yes master. I'm your cock slut." She acknowledged.

With him following her up the stairs she felt his eyes on her panties, right between her legs. Excited at the prospect of at last having him she forgot all about what she was to be called or that it would become a part of her. It no longer mattered; rather it felt exciting to be his cock slut.

***

Melody was feeling very satisfied with how things had turned out. It was Friday and for the whole week she had pleased her master and herself too. There had been no trouble from the nasty neighbour and so they had been left to themselves to play the wonderful naughty games.

She preened her long dark hair in the mirror teasing it into shape. There was no hurry as her master had specified not to prepare a meal. Smoothing down the light summer dress she turned from side to side checking the suspenders didn't show. It fit her body tight then flared out from her hips. If it were windy she would have to be careful, as it was too short to be wearing such audacious underwear.

This was a legacy from Angus but Jim liked her to wear stockings and suspenders too. He would be home soon and the thought gave her a little thrill as she wondered what was in store for tonight.

"Hi Melody! Have you had a good day?" He asked.

"Just the usual. So what have you got planned for tonight?" She couldn't help asking.

"I thought I'd go out for a meal care to join me? You deserve a break from looking after me. It'll make Angus happy too if I put it down on expenses." He laughed.

"Oh! I nearly forgot. Here's a card from him. He's not one to write much."

"So he's having a good time, not regretting it. I get a mention too. Well, am I looking after you?" He smiled. Jim wondered again how much of this Angus had planned. If he had given him his wife to look after then so be it.

She demurred looking down at the carpet knowing exactly what he meant. She flashed him a smile and asked. "Where are we going? Somewhere expensive I hope."

***

The restaurant wasn't quit what she had expected. Not in a part of town she knew and from the outside it didn't look much. It was a pleasant surprise inside though. Cubicles with low lighting gave it a sense of privacy and the menu looked impressive too. She noticed a piano playing in the corner a nice change from canned drivel. It was a romantic hideaway despite being busy.

The waiter was discreet obviously used to businessmen bring secretaries or floozies on a seductive interlude. After ordering their takes she looked down at her dress knowing he had been checking her out. Pulling down its hem to cover the stocking tops was not an option for the top was too low. Her nipples nearly popped out. Wriggling to pull it back up flashed the suspenders. She gave up reamistering the waiter probably thought she was just another woman on the make anyway.

It gave her a little thrill knowing she was here in this salubrious place with a young lover. It must be having an effect on him too for he was paying her a lot of attention. She felt his hand slide up the outside of her thigh under the table. "Hey what are you doing?" She said.

"Sorry. Was that your leg?" He responded with mock surprise.

"I'm your landlady remember, young man." She told him. She was amused at the disappointed look upon his face. He knew she remembered everything he had done to her while magictised but she wasn't now. She had made it clear the two states would be kept completely separate.

The wine was delicious; a dark Bordeaux full of flavours that roamed the palate.

"The ladies restroom is through there round the corner." He said. She looked quizzically at him wondering why he had interrupted the conversation. Then he uttered the phrase. She sat, arms to her sides, with a misty look in her eyes. "You will talk normally but continue to obey as usual." He told her.

"Go to the restroom and remove your panties and do whatever else you have to do while there. When you return put your panties on the table." He stated, with a grin on his face.

"Oh! No, not here." She said, in a whisper. A look of surprise crossed her face as she realised she had protested out loud rather than the usual silent thought. Rising from the seat she continued. "Jim, please. Not in public. This is too dangerous."

"Why? Are you in the habit of allowing strangers to feel you up in restaurants? If someone asks to see your underwear then so be it. Your panties will be in your hand. Don't worry. No one will know, but I will." He grinned.

She wished she had kept her mouth shut for he was only making it worse. It was true no one would know but him, nevertheless she was terribly nervous making her way past booths and tables in the packed restaurant. She would never have worn such a light dress without a slip before Angus had worked upon her. It was far too immodest.

She relaxed a little in the restroom surprised to find it clean and tidy. Obviously fitted out with the entertained women in mind; a clever ploy by management. Taking a deep breath she left the cubicle, knickers in hand. There was another woman there applying make-up to an already over done face.

In consternation she realised she would have to put down her clutch bag with her panties to wash her hands. The woman looked down at her panties sitting beside the sink with a smirk across her face. "I hope he's rich and more forthcoming than mine. Anyway, the richer they are the more they want to hold on to it." She almost spat.

Melody looked appalled at the inference. "Come on, don't be like that. You're just as much a slut as I am. I don't pretend any different. Mind you I wouldn't strip my knickers off here however rich he was. I don't like being interfered with under the table. I like a nice warm bed."

There it was again. She was being told she was a slut. She couldn't seem to deny it either. "Let me tell you. Show them what they want to see, tell them what they want to hear but don't give them all they want. Leave them wanting more." The woman grimaced.

Before the woman said much more she decided to get back to Jim. Hurrying out she walked straight into a man leaving the opposite rest room. He steadied her by the hips while she wobred in the high heels.

"Sorry." She apologised.

Standing back he admired her silhouette. "Nice dress." He said.

"Thanks." She replied. There was no way around the big man and she didn't want to get into a conversation with any more strangers it felt too daunting.

"Did I feel a suspender belt? Are, yes. I can see the outline of the suspenders. Very nice." He said.

She dropped her bag and was appalled to see the panties float to the floor. When he picked them up she felt her heart racing. This was so humiliating she wanted to push past him to run out to the car. She didn't move. She realised her orders were to return to the table with the panties in her hand. "Could I have my panties back please?" She whispered.

"I've always been a fan of stockings. The proper ones not those elasticised things, stay ups are they called? If you want them back show me your stockings" He looked at her with an assured look of someone used to getting his own way.

"Not here. It's too embarrassing." She was about to say she was no slut but the word just couldn't be said. Was it that she couldn't deny what she had become? Her hands went to the hem of the dress obeying the command. She looked around in panic but thankfully there was no one to see her shame. She couldn't say anything to prevent what he ordered so kept her mouth shut.

He looked down at her legs encased in the sheer silk stockings that Angus had bought her. "Higher. I want to see the suspenders." He told her. "The lights better in here. Follow me."

In fear she followed him into the men's rest room still holding the dress up around her thighs. "That's better. So what is the suspender belt like? I want to see that too." He said, while dangling her panties from his fingers.

It was useless to protest so she let her hands be commanded without resistance. With the dress around her waist he could see everything. In the mirror behind her he could even see her bare bottom. With her legs pressed tight together she could feel her swollen lips protruding. All this was turning her on despite trying to ignore it. Her body was behaving like the slut she had been told she was.

She looked at the bulge in his trousers and licked her lips. Silently she cursed herself. She was playing up to him. Damn it! She couldn't help it. She was beginning to entice him on.

"You're such a little slut. I think you aught to finish what you started. You look as though you want to. In fact I insist. Get down on your knees and give me a blow job." The stranger told her.

Melody stood stunned with her dress up around her waist. She knew this order couldn't be refused and she couldn't think what to say to convince him to change it. At that moment the door burst open. Melody looked at the woman she had been talking to in the ladies restroom and froze.

"What the hell are you doing? Give me those." The woman grabbed the panties from his hand and shoved him toward the door. The big man shrugged and walked out.

Melody thought for a moment she was going to have to follow him to complete the command. Would she actually crawl under the table in the restaurant, before everyone, to suck that stranger's cock? She began to breath heavily from the effort of resisting the urge to follow him.

"Damn! I was wrong. You're a bigger slut than me. I'm a saint compared to you, taking tricks in a restroom. He's mine so leave him alone. Do you hear?" The woman told her.

Still breathing heavily melody nodded. It was such a relief to be told to leave the man alone that she smiled.

"You look as though you needed it. Well here take this slut." She said. The woman waved a vibrator in her face. The woman used the word as an insult in contrast to before when it was meant as a sisterhood thing.

Melody just stood there holding onto her dress dazed at what had happened or rather what very nearly happened.

The woman clicked her tongue. "You had better use this to calm yourself down." She told her. The woman turned away toward the door.

In disgust Melody took the thing and eased into her body. She hoped it hadn't been anywhere infectious. From the doorway the woman told her. "The coast is clear. We had better get out of here. The management takes a dim view of women working in here. Get back to your table and don't hassle my man. You hear?"

Melody was used to the high heels but wearing a vibrator almost pushed her over the edge. She tottered back to the table still bewildered and eased her used body onto the seat.

"You were a long time. What do you women get up to in there?"

Melody was appalled. She couldn't bear thinking about it let alone telling him what she had just been through.

"Don't bother. There should always be some mysteries in life."

The starters arrived and as good as the plate looked she felt her hunger had vanished. All she could think of was the damn thing wriggling inside every time she moved. The waiter had seen her panties on the table but made no comment. If she hadn't been so distracted she would have cringed every time he came near the table.

She wanted to ask Jim if she could go to the restroom but was afraid of what might happen if she met someone. Somehow she was going to have to get rid of the damn *** weapon embedded in her. Jim was make inroads up her thighs, parting her legs intending to tease her. If he found that thing he would ask questions and she didn't want to answer them.

Jim excused himself. At last! She parted her legs to enthusiastically delve between them. Pulling the slippery object free it fell to the floor. On queue the waiter returned to clear away the empty plates. He trod on it and picked it up. "Yours madam?" He said, without a trace of emotion upon his face.

"No." She said. It was the truth as that was all she could say while magictised.

She watched him place it with disdain upon an empty plate. In dismay she watched him nudge the panties onto the same plate with exaggerated care. The offense prevented her speaking. She just couldn't bring herself to tell him to leave her panties on the table.

Although this was a small thing compared to what had just happened but it affected her just as badly. In this seemingly normal situation she was being judged by a waiter and found guilty of being a depraved slut. What was so awful was that he was right. She was acting like a depraved slut so then she must be.

Jim returned and asked. "Where are you panties? You haven't put them back on have you?"

"No. The waiter took them away." She murmured.

"Shall I ask him to bring them back?" He laughed.

"No please don't. I don't need them."

"Well that's an interesting turn around. In future you won't be wearing any unless I tell you to. That's an order."

She groaned wondering why she had let this terrible situation develop. Resignedly she opened her legs to let him explore. It was giving him a thrill to stroke her, in the restaurant. Surprisingly she wondered at how wet she was; so turned on she was prepared to beg him to take her home right now. She thought to herself. 'I'm just a slut ready for anything.

The taxi ride home from the restaurant had been terribly frustrating because she wanted him but couldn't do a thing about it. She couldn't face telling him she had very nearly given a stranger a blow job in the restaurant as it would be just so degrading. Yet the narrow escape had left her feeling so aroused she desperately needed him.

It was difficult to tell whether the terribly naughty incident was firing her up or she was behaving like a slut. Melody had been told too many times she was a slut while under the influence of magicsis that it was taking a hold of her. If she asked Jim to try and break this shameful state she might have to tell him what happened with that stranger. She simply couldn't face that.

Melody was thankful she had been ordered to speak normally as usually she was unable to utter a word except in response to her young master. As soon as they got through the front door she was at last able to tell him what she wanted although still magictised. "Jim, please, I need you." She blurted out. It was shameful but it was impossible to hold back. "Your slut needs you so badly."

He grabbed a hold of her bottom in both hands to pull her close and kiss her deeply. He was no longer looking after her for her husband or just for convenient sex he had fallen in love, even if this moment was driven by lust. While exploring her mouth with his tongue they tore each others clothes off. At the foot of the stairs he dragged her down where in a tangle of clothes and limbs they copulated like wild naturals.

She yanked the crotch of her panties aside and took hold of his rock hard penis. There was no need for foreplay he simply sank into her yielding flesh piercing her roughly. She pulled her legs up wrapping them around his waist, bucking up at him in a frenzy of passion. The sounds were feral guttural grunts and groans meaning nothing but reflecting the wild passion of their thrusts.

They both knew each others bodies so well the climax was synchronised ***ly with none of the gentle play of young lovers. This was the red hot heat of madness driven by a hunger for an orgasm. This was the true meaning of being turned on, with only a one way switch.

Melody gripped hard as though squeezing every last drop of passion from his body, needing it to fulfil a burning desire. He had succeeded as she knew he would. She felt him filling her with his seed of life and felt reborn. A glorious glow of satisfaction began to develop into a delirious happiness.

Jim felt spent, deflating upon her body sinking into it wanting her soft flesh to engulf him. He nuzzled her breasts knowing they would be sensitive so licked them and sucked them gently. The wild beast had trotted away leaving behind a human compassion caring more for her than his own life.

Hand in hand they stumred up the stairs to shower where they soaped and caressed their tired bodies. He patted her body dry and in turn she towelled him, not wanting to be parted in the after glow of an emotional togetherness more magnetic than sex.

Cuddling in bed like innocents they murmured sweet words to each other until the seriousness of sex subsided enough for them to laugh. "I want to lick and blow into your ears. Your cute nose is so kissable. Your full lips are so biteable. You are so delicious I want to eat you up. Terramazoo." He whispered in her ear.

"What?" She giggled feeling young and alive as though rejuvenated from an injection of his youthful sperm.

"It's an Italian desert." He said.

"I know but what does it mean?"

"I love you more than my favourite desert."

She laughed but the little word sobered her. She was a married woman and that word reminded her that she had broken a sacred promise to be faithful to one man. She had worked out Angus had set up this arrangement so he could escape to fulfil an ambition. The death of his lady had driven him into thinking this might be his last chance when the opportunity arose with Jim turning up.

She still felt guilty and it showed on her face. In case he saw the pain she drew his head to her breast not wanting him to ask questions. At that moment she realised he must have said the phrase earlier to release her from the magictic state. They had made love without her being magictised which confirmed how carried away she had been as well as how emotionally attached she had become.

This would have to stop. Angus would return some day soon. They had never had such a passionate love life, even when young newly married lovers. Perhaps each of them had been too concerned with their own needs as an only young often is. Inexperience then habit born from years together had drained the passion from their lives.

Tears formed in her eyes and dropped upon his cheek. Jim looked up into her face seeing sorrow there. "What's wrong?" He asked, his voice laden with concern.

"Just tears of happiness lover." She lied.

Jim didn't believe her but said nothing. Instead he buried his head between her breasts. When he said no more she guessed he was thinking the same thing. This thing they had was on a time limit with neither wanting it to expire.

***

Melody left him relaxing in the guest bedroom for they never shared the master bedroom. Next morning she arose early to go shopping. She wondered the aisles in the usual pattern lifting cans and packets without seeing them, just dropping them into the cart.

She reamistered you could love both parents equally and if there had been siblings every one of them would share her affection. If they had been lucky enough to have youngren they would be different yet equally adored. So could she love two men? Had Angus thought this through or just escaped to fulfil a selfish ambition. Angus was her rock in life yet this young man was exciting leaving her feeling fulfilled, or was it just the sex?

Not wanting to agonise over the dilemma any longer she drove home. Hearing Jim in the shower she prepared lunch. Managing to keep her distance was difficult but he picked up on her mood and gave her space. So now she knew what that meant. It was as though they were a married couple settling into a routine. That evening they slept in separate rooms and behaved like respectable landlady and tenant.

Sunday evening came round after what seemed an age of quietness. Washing up the dinner plates she jumped on feeling his arms snake around her waist. He whispered in her ear, the words not heard, the sensation enough to know what was meant. She shivered at the feel of his lips on her neck producing goose bumps on her arms.

The delicious attention couldn't be passively accepted for long. "If you wanted more to eat you should have told me. I'm not a very good landlady if I'm not providing what you want." She giggled. "I guess I'll just have to be your desert, if you think I'm good enough to eat." She teased.

"Oh! You just can't help yourself young man, you have to ask properly. You know what to say." She stated trying to sound like a respectable landlady. She heard the words that released her inhibitions and assuaged the guilt. Melody was no longer able to decide anything for she was under the control of this young virile man.

She stood placidly, hands to her sides, with soapsuds dripping onto the floor. He led her into the lounge and asked. "It all started here. That first night what did you think?"

"I was shocked. It was terribly embarrassing, yet you excited me so much." She stated knowing everything would have to be said however revealing.

"Since then we have." He faltered from embarrassment. "Come a long way, experienced a lot. I think we should make the most of it while we can. Do you want to?" He asked mildly but with a desperate hope she too wanted to carry on.

"Yes!" She exclaimed, surprised at the depth of feeling expressed in that one word.

"On the floor then, I want my desert; I'm going to eat you all up." He laughed with relief. Jim crawled over to her lifting the modest skirt just above her knees and kissed them. He lifted her legs and licked behind the knees sending a tremor to her feet. One shoe fell off and he licked her toes and stroked the soles of her feet. With legs now parted he caressed the inside of both legs with tongue and finger tips.

Crawling between her open legs he nosed her inner thighs. Her wide open eyes stared at everything he did not wanting to just feel it she wanted to take it all in, to absorb every sensation.

"You aren't wearing panties, as ordered." He smiled.

Melody hadn't even noticed. This morning she had dressed and went shopping wearing these modest clothes yet so daringly without panties. His order not to wear them had permeated her mind even when not magictised and it was thrilling to be so helplessly under his spell.

She watched and felt intensely the stroke of fingers and the gentle nips of lips and teeth mark a progress up her thighs. She lifted her hips for him to push the skirt up above her waist where he kissed her bellybutton. He paid attention to the slight bulge of her stomach when all the time she waited and craved for the intensity of a lower more delicate place to be devoured.

"You have kept this treasure well shaved." He smiled into her eyes.

She gasped from the intensity of the feeling when he kissed her lips. The sound was also motivated from the illicit naughtiness of shaving her pussy for him. Unable to stand it any longer she lay back flat upon the floor like a rag doll letting him do what ever he liked with her body.

A single intense idea shook her, that it wasn't her pussy any longer it was his. She kept it cleanly shaved, panty-less and ready for whenever he wanted it. 'I'm just a slut for ever ready for him to use.' She thought.

A powerful orgasm overcame her body swamping her mind with feelings wiping away thoughts leaving her sated. She groaned out load but did not move. Her legs were either side of his shoulders as if he were burrowing in like an over ambitious caver.

She had offered herself as the after dinner desert and he was making the most of it. He lapped at her pussy pulling upon her lips, nibbling on them. She wanted to lift her head to watch the erotic sight as well as experience the sensational feel of it but couldn't move. She knew what he intended, he was going to eat her until there was nothing left.

A finger pressed against her bottom and her little hole gave way. She felt a delicate touch in both once private places, sensitising them for more to come. His tongue lapped at her nub pushing her once more toward an orgasm. A finger touched the 'G' spot and she flinched. Her legs wrapped around his head and her stomach tightened for another deep orgasm.

Relentlessly he used his tongue, his nose, fingers and lips upon her body. Her pussy, asshole and breasts became so sensitised she hardly needed touching before an orgasm rushed over her like a wave breaking across the sands. A continuous whimper was breathed between her lips, in and out like the surf on a moonlight beach.

She lost count of how many orgasms shook then stroked her body but when at last he had eaten his fill she lay there almost *** in a deliriously happy state. He helped her up to bed and cuddled her until she slumped into a peaceful relax.

It hadn't been his intention to trick or power her into continuing their games but to show how much he cared, without using words.

The rest of the week they shared the pleasure of love making, in the lounge, in the kitchen, and in bed. Each time they had committed an intense marathon, as enjoyable as ever and more so, with cuddles shared and whispered love notes.

***

Friday came around and Jim arranged an evening out. "Well at least this time I won't be embarrassed with my panties on the table for all to see. I don't wear them now!" She giggled. Melody twirled the figure hugging red silk dress Jim had bought for her. Her figure wasn't so slim at her age but more voluptuous and enticing which pleased her young lover leaving her feeling delighted.

"It's so lovely." She cooed.

"When you do that it shows off the cheeks of that cute bottom. It's so gorgeous it should be shown off." He laughed. On seeing her face redden in embarrassment he told her. "Go up stairs and put on some panties you silly slut." He said with a devilish glint to his eye.

She climbed the stairs with a wiggle to her hips knowing he was watching every move. Only a short time ago she would have been disgusted being referred to as a slut and as far as having to be told to put on panties, she would have died of shame. Showing off her body to a young man, letting him look up her dress would have been impossible.

With a light heart she joined him all ready to go. "Show me." She didn't need to ask what he meant she just lifted the dress to display a pair of lacy red panties. She was too pleased at his concern to feel embarrassed rather she felt he was looking after her. It was a little strange standing there with the dress held around her hips showing off her panties but then since meeting him her whole life had been turned upside down.

Melody didn't ask where they were off too it didn't matter so as long as they were together. In the car they swapped records, each playing a favourite track, switching genres from the Beatles through upbeat jazz to northern soul. A wrong track selection brought on a sentimental country and western which they both laughed at on realising it had been a mistake.

"Have you ever been to a Casino?" He asked. They drove passed the entrance toward the parking area and the sheer brilliance of glittering bulbs and neon signs took Melody's excited her. Angus would never have visited this palace of fun deeming it a trivial waste of money. This occurred to her as they parked up and made their way across acres of concrete but she didn't care.

Walking in Melody was assaulted by a cacophony of noise from bouncing coins on shiny metal troughs. The sheer size and splendour of the Casino took her breath away. Looking from machine to machine like a young's first visit to a sweet shop she was hooked.

They played the slots dropping coins by the bucket full. "I've run out, I don't know how much money I've just thrown away." She laughed, knowing her husband would have disapproved and not caring, finding it all the more exciting.

"Not much, they're only quarters. Let's play roulette. Remember that film Casino Royal, well I'll be James Bond and you can be Pussy Galore." Jim teased.

He may have mixed the films but the audacity of him using that word in front of all those people excited her. "I'm your slutty pussy." She teased back at him.

"You look it in that red dress." He told her. She blushed, not quite matching the dress. They crowded in among a raucous group of players straining to see the table. He told her the rules and how simple it was. "Just bet low and you will lose slowly."

"I thought I was supposed to win." She stated, with a guileless look.

He laughed at the innocence of the expression and statement. "Maybe you are, but I just do it for the buzz and hope not to lose too much. Here jump on that stool and have a go." The pile of chips grew and he wondered if it was beginners luck or the fates really did mean her to win. Every time she lost a larger win followed.

They took a rest and she asked. "How come I've just got this handful of chips?"

"They swapped them for high value ones. You can cash them in or we can play something else." He said.

He didn't look so pleased having lost his stake. She wanted to cheer him up. A young waitress wearing a tight low cut top and high cut around the hips took their order. He eyed her leaving Melody feeling jealous and more determined to please. "You could get me to remove my panties before we saunter back to the car." She said to him with a mischievous grin.

She looked around at all the busy people reckoning no one would notice for they were too busy watching their money tumble away.

"So you want to go home to something important you need to do?" He asked, perking up at the suggestion. Remembering the frenzied sex of last Friday he readily agreed.

She heard the words whispered in her ear and stood there as though mesmerised by the wild sounds and lights of the casino. "Act naturally but remember to obey. You must be carful to do as you're told." He ordered her.

She noticed he had omitted to say 'obey me'. It was too late now to do anything about it but she would warn him for next time. In any case he was waiting for her outside the restroom and would protectively hold on to her all the time. She felt so shy in front of these people wearing the little red dress without panties.

Anywhere else and the colour alone would attract attention. If the hem bounced up the red suspenders would hardly notice she reamistered. They had a long walk back to the parking lot through the whole length of the casino. She felt a little buzz of excitement knowing any one of these people could command her if they knew how helpless she was.

"Hi Jim, how are you doing? I didn't know you came to casinos."

"Hello Ronny, this is Melody a friend. Yea, I like to play cards, can't stand the slots." Jim said. Melody nodded and smiled.

"There's a game about to start, I've been looking forward to it why don't you join us, at least take a look. What do you say, Melody, do you like to play cards?" Ronny said with hand on her arm.

Jim could see how wound up he was and couldn't just push him away from Melody. "OK. Let's take a look at this game. It's on our way." He said, protectively taking a hold of Melody so the guy let go of her arm.

Only players were allowed into the roped off area where a few poker tables were about to start. Melody could see on his face a look of longing. He wasn't addicted but did like the friendly banter and tension of a game.

"Here take these." Melody pushed the chips into his hands. She was still magictised but could act naturally unless ordered to do something. She wanted to see him enjoy himself.

"I can't leave you out here." He started to say, but Ronny interrupted.

"Looks to me you've been given permission to play by the pretty woman. You go and enjoy the roulette until were finished." Ronny told her.

The white rope was clipped shut with Jim standing watching her disappear into the crowd. For a moment he wanted to follow her but Ronny pulled him to a table where the last two seats were waiting for them. He looked up to where she had disappeared reamistering he had told her to act natural so she should be alright. She had given him most of the chips without prompting so she was able to act on her own initiative.

There were so many security guards around she would be safe. Still he worried.

***

Melody hadn't noticed this was a high stakes table and quickly lost the remaining chips and wondered what to do next. Ronny hadn't meant to give her an order but she was stuck playing roulette until they finished playing cards. It was so annoying to be caught out like this she would have to tell Jim to tell her to obey only him in future.

The croupier looked at her meaningfully and thankfully she wasn't completely helpless so asked him. "Can I play with a credit card?" He shook his head but a pit boss looked her over and glanced at the card. Distracted by her thighs and stocking tops he merely glanced at the card. Mistaking it for a casino card he gave the go ahead before turning to another table where the crowd was becoming too boisterous.

The croupier pushed over a stack of high value chips. She still thought they were five dollar chips and bet accordingly with the stack building and falling until there was nothing left. The pit boss had more time now to take a good look at the card. He blanched and knew he was in trouble. He called the manager over and whispered in his ear. They looked at her and the manager talked into his sleeve. Within a minute a smartly suited man stood beside Melody.

"I need to talk to you for a moment. Come this way." He took a hold of her elbow and steered her to a door marked 'staff only'. It was an order to follow him so there was no chance to decline. Melody figured that was the end of her credit and they would process the card.

In a plush office she was greeted by another smart suited man seated behind a large desk. There was nothing on it except a leather bound blotter pad and she wondered if anyone used real ink pens anymore. He didn't look like a clerk, more like a senior executive.

"There seems to be a misunderstanding, may I look at that credit car." He said without introducing himself.

Melody fished it out of her purse and passed it to him. This man too spoke with quiet authority. "Do you have another method of paying for your loss?"

When he mentioned the figure she felt weak. A chair was produced pushing at her legs and she thankfully sank onto it. She looked up at the big man still standing by her then at the man who held the credit card and felt a fool. It was like being brought before the headmaster only more intimidating.

The conversation was a little one sided while she either nodded or shook her head in confusion. "Of course you do not want anyone to know of this, I am sure it would be embarrassing for you. We can be very discreet. What you owe must be paid or we lose our reputation so no exceptions are ever made. As your husband owns the house and you do not work there seems to be only one option. You will work here until the debt has been repaid."

Melody simply nodded. The words he used, the tone of voice, all added up to an order, though she would have no option but agree. She stood as ordered and in dismay lifted the hem of the dress to show him her legs. He nodded a dispassionate approval making no comment on the red suspenders.

She felt humiliated lifting her dress in this office before strangers. As he said there were many jobs in a casino but she lacked qualifications and checking her body over was necessary. She didn't know if it was the act of lifting the dress or his dismissal was more humiliating. She didn't look forward to being dressed in a waitresses outfit walking around the casino showing off her body to strangers either.

She hadn't noticed the other man leave or the woman glide in.

"Take Melody to the staff room and acquaint her with the rules. You can take her under your wing until she learns her duties." He said.

It seemed they were dismissed for without another word the woman guided her back out of the office. Further along the corridor they entered the bowels of the casino with its bare walls and myriad of corridors.

"I guess it's a bit of a shock to be so suddenly brought from casino guest to worker." The woman smirked. "At least with a body like that you won't be scrubbing floors. By the way, my names Shirley and I'm your boss. You've been assigned to the private high roller tables so no one you know will see you working here." She smirked again.

Melody was being judged by the cost of her clothes and found to be wanting. In the changing room Melody was assigned a locker and given a towel for a shower. Forgetting she had removed her panties she slipped the dress over her head.

"So! You're a bit of a slut then. I didn't put you down as one, well you won't be alone here we have all sorts."

Melody felt angry and humiliated but didn't know what to say. It was bad enough stripping off in front of a stranger and yet again she had been called a slut and with good reamister. She quickly pulled her clothes off and threw them into the locker.

Fresh from the shower she found an outfit hanging on the door of the locker. Shirley had at least judged her measurements correctly. It was a surprise that this was different from the skimpy outfits she had seen the waitresses wear.

This was a bustier designed to push her breasts up and out so they balanced on top like an offering. She hooked the stockings to the belts hanging from it and pulled up a thong glad to be wearing panties again. Melody hoped the dress wasn't too short, not wanting to show her bottom off to strangers.

Again Shirley appeared without warning. "Ok. Let's get the rest of your things and we can get started. I don't bother with the rules you can learn on the job. Of course the one important one is no touching. They can't touch you and you can't touch them, if you know what I mean." She laughed.

Melody hoped they didn't run into anyone before she got the rest of the uniform. They pushed through a swing door and Melody stopped dead. "Now don't freeze on me Melody. You will do as you're told and that's an order, you understand?" She watched Melody nod her head and relaxed.

'So this is it, no dress.' Melody cringed. 'I'm to serve these strangers with my breasts and bottom on show. Why the hell did she have to say it's an 'order'? It would have been better if she had said obey 'me', but she didn't.'

"Here are your things, tray, note pad and pen." Shirley told her. "Follow me around for a few tables I'm sure you'll pick up the routine quick enough." She said.

Melody followed Shirley around like a lost puppy. As supervisor she at least had a dress to wear, although short and low cut, it was still more decent than just a small corset.

With relief Melody realised the men were more interested in the cards than her. As a new girl Shirley had given her a card table with quiet older men playing cards rather than a crowded noisy crap table. She also noticed her boss fluttered round swooping in to ward off any trouble.

Still she wasn't feeling too confident as unlike the others she was magictised ready to obey. She had been stripped of her panties, money, and pride then dressed up like a slut. Still so very vulnerable she was serving strangers with her breasts and bottom on show. Inside she giggled at the situation thinking it was better then crying. She was a slut on heat showing her body off to strangers and there wasn't much she could do about it.

At least here she was relatively safe, unless someone gave her an order, and even then they couldn't touch her. She felt a warm glow inside from the idea of being an untouchable teasing slut on show to a crowd of rich strangers. It was daunting yet fascinating to feel so aroused.

***

Jim took a break with Ronny wittering away about how lucky they were to have picked the right table. "They have more money than sense."

"I should go and see if Melody is alright." Jim said.

"You can't leave now! We are up and looking good. We can clean up here Jim." He protested.

Against his better judgement he let his friend persuade him to stay. The game eventually ground to a halt with Jim just ahead of his friend but well up on his original stake. He should have felt good from winning but quickly left to find Melody. He felt guilty as he toured the tables looking for her but it soon turned to panic when he couldn't find her.

He phoned home, no answer. He backtracked through the casino with still no sign of her. He was walking fast trying not to run wondering what he should do, wondering how deeply embedded the magictic state was. A woman walked out of a restroom and he asked if a woman wearing a red dress was in there.

"No dice honey. You look as though you lost a packet so maybe you shouldn't find her, just go home." The woman advised.

There was only one thing for it. He toured the roulette tables hoping not to be too conspicuous or a nuisance not wanting to be chucked out. He leaned over the rail and asked for the pit boss. Eventually he hit the right table.

"Yea I saw her. She tried to trick me into approving a dud credit card. Go ask at customer services they will know what happened." He said, relating his own version of events.

At least he was making progress tracking her down. When a security guard looked at him he slowed his pace. He must look a state, out of breath and sweating with anxiety.

"Is there some trouble here?" The same guard asked. He stood tall in an impressive uniform with a look that said don't mess with me. Jim realised his voice had grown loud with frustration.

"He wants to know what happened to his girlfriend. Seems a nice enough feller, wish I had someone like that to look after me." The information assistant said with a smile at the guard.

"Sorry, didn't mean to. . . I'm concerned for her, that's all." Jim said.

"I told him I can't reveal information about a guest, it's confidential. Jones, maybe you could have a word with him, help the guy out." She said with a wink.

"Anything for you sweet-heart." Jones replied, now looking more cute than fierce.

Jim smiled a warm thank you to the woman. Once more he was on the trail. He explained what happened leaving out her state of vulnerability. While they talked Jones drew them to a relatively quiet corner.

"I can't tell you anything either." He said flatly. He held up a hand to Jim's chest cutting off the protest. He buzzed the radio and spoke into it. "Hi Jake. You catching overtime or escaping that woman of yours? Sure, I know. Do you know anything about a Melody in a red dress, played roulette and lost. Yea, don't they all sooner or later. You'll have to speak up I can't hear out here."

Jones held the radio between them and Jim smiled. The radio was hard to hear but the information was vital, holding his attention. "It's in the log. Owes big time, Dan the Man interviewed her and she ended up serving the big hitters. What's your interest big guy?" The voice crackled.

"Nothing for now, keep me posted. That's one off the list you owe me." Jones said and signed off. "As I said can't tell you anything about a player but it looks like she's staff now. No can do either way." He shrugged.

"Thanks for that anyway. How do I get into the 'big hitters' place and what is it?" Jim asked.

Jones looked him up and down and shook his head. "You don't. They are very particular about that little club. You could wait for her to finish the shift. I'm going for a coffee you could tag along if you want." He said looking Jim in the eyes.

Jim was catching on to the way this big man operated and nodded. He was being led to the right place he just hoped it would be the right time. They passed the information desk and he leaned in close to the woman. "He's a nice guy I could see him looking after you just right." He noticed her blush and hurried to catch up with Jones.

"Thanks for your help."

"Never said a thing." Jones stated.

"Thanks for the coffee then."

"Thanks for the word with the lovely lady."

"Never said anything" Jim stated. He watched Jones wide shoulders shake with laughter, the only sign of amusement the man revealed.

"When I get off shift I come through that door to the elevators down to the car park. They were too cheap to install a staff elevator. There will be a change of waitresses in about an hour. Don't take too much coffee." Jones said and lifted his large frame out of the seat to saunter off on his rounds of the casino.

***

Melody felt so embarrassed leaning over the table depositing takes with her breasts almost grazing the cheek of each player. If it was a ploy by management to distract them it wasn't working for they ignored her. She stood waiting somewhat relieved yet disappointed at the lack of attention. Was she too old for this?

The players agreed on a break and stretched, looking about them blinking like miners emerging from a coal face. "Well you are certainly a sight lot better than the usual skinny girls they have around here." One of them said looking her up and down. She stood straighter as a reaction to the murmur of agreement rippling around the table unintentionally thrusting out both breasts.

"You can take my order young lady." He said.

She nervously stepped on high heels close beside him aware of their close scrutiny. Melody wanted to throw the pen and pad onto the table freeing her hands to cover her breasts but this wasn't an option. Besides, he had used that dreaded word, 'order'.

His hand slid over a bare bottom stroking it lightly as he looked round the table confirming the takes and snacks with each of the players. Melody looked across the room, imploring with her eyes for help from Shirley, only the supervisor was busy and if she looked this way there was nothing to see. "Let me have a look at that list just make sure you have it right." He said, still stroking her bottom.

She wanted to step back to the waitress station away from this strangers hand but it seemed she was under his orders and would have to suffer in silence. Bending over him with the notepad her breast stroked his cheek and the laughter of the others left her feeling ill used for it was obvious they knew exactly what he was doing.

Bent over going through the list his hand slid between her cheeks and nudged her asshole protected only by the thong. A fingernail scratched the material pursing her pussy eliciting a light moan. There was no laughter this time as they became intent on avoiding attention from her supervisor.

"Your handwriting is rather good for a waitress, what do you do when not working here?" He asked.

"I. I'm just a housewife." She said with difficulty. A finger and thumb were twisting into the cotton of the thong pushing at her sex and asshole with the inevitable result. Despite her best efforts he was arousing her into becoming the hot slut she had been led to believe she was. It was as though she had been programmed to think of herself as a slut; worse than that she was behaving like a willing slut ready for anyone.

"You could never be just a housewife with such a delicious figure my dear. What else are you?" He asked quietly.

"I'm a slut, sir." She whispered. The words hadn't been selected they emerged from her mouth as though she were a doll and he had pressed a button. He was pressing the right buttons now as he found her swollen bud between the open folds of her pussy which he rubbed and teased.

Melody nearly collapsed on hearing the dreadful words uttered. It was all the more humiliating knowing it was true. She was allowing a complete stranger to excite her in front of his friends and they were keenly watching every moment of her torment. Were they waiting to see how far he could push her or waiting their turn to use her body.

"You will have to speak up us oldies are hard of hearing." He smiled.

She felt his fingers push hard into her with the dreadful awareness there had been no resistance as she was so wet and open. His timing was devastating for she had opened her mouth to repeat the awful truth as his fingers prodded her. With an outrush of breathe she whimpered loud enough for them all to hear. "I'm a slut, sir."

"Am I keeping you waiting?" He asked with a devilish grin upon his face.

"Yes, yes, sir." She breathed heavily. His fingers were exploring her innermost secrets before his friends in a room full of people. She wanted him to suck on her breast so close to his mouth she could feel his breath teasing a nipple. The slut needed to cum.

"What are you waiting for then, slut?" He asked, with amusement tuning his voice.

Melody didn't want to answer knowing only too well the question must be answered however scandalful it was. "I'm waiting to cum, sir. Please make me cum." She whimpered still under orders to speak up, imagining everyone in the room could hear the scandalful words. Begging a stranger to give her an orgasm was degrading beyond anything she had ever experienced and there were so many witnesses to her downfall.

He rubbed hard and fast still able to keep a passive face to anyone who happened to glance across at their table. A slight shudder jiggled her breasts all the time she tried to keep a hold of some control. Fortunately it passed quickly and he let go of her sensitive parts. Hidden by the table a leg still tremred and a spasm twitched at her eye.

He looked at his watch ticking silently on the table. "That's my game I believe, gentlemen." He said while looking around the table. Each of the gamblers pushed across a single chip congratulating him. "You had better clean up my dear then fetch the order." He said to her with a dismissive gesture of his hand.

The bottle rattled against the glasses as she poured. Snacks tore open to spill across the bar of the small server's station. She scooped up peanuts and anything else into a bowl not caring about presentation. Melody looked around the room. Despite what she felt no-one stared at her with a telling look for none had witnessed her downfall. She wiped between her legs with a bar cloth, pulled the crotch back into place and stifled a sob.

She had cum on a stranger's whim, exactly on time for him to win a bet, proving she was just a slut. So much for not being touched but then weren't rules meant to be broken by the privileged and after all she was just a slut ready for it. With cards in their hands they ignored her and the mess she served up.

"Where has Rich got to? Has he got a weak bladder or something?" Someone asked.

Wiping up the messy bar a tap on the shoulder startled Melody. "Someone wants a word with you." Shirley said. A younger more petite waitress slipped into position at the station and clicked her tongue loudly at the mess of split takes and snacks. Melody followed close behind her supervisor afraid someone might see the state of the thong cupping her sex.

Shirley left her with a tall balding man she recognised from the card table. "My name is Rich and you will obey me, only me. Do you understand?" He ordered.

"Yes Sir." She answered. 'Oh! No! I'm in trouble now.' She thought.

He didn't give her a chance to think but continued. "Go to your locker, get changed and return here." He commanded.

Reluctantly Melody did as she had been told all the time troured by this new threat. At least she had some clothes to cover her body but was once more without knickers. She followed him to the executive elevator without a word spoken between them. Up several floors to the penthouse suite and he had her safely sitting on a large leather sofa while he poured a take for himself. She noticed he didn't offer her one though for once she felt the need of a stiff take.

She sat still wondering what kind of trouble she was in now. The short red dress had ridden up around her thighs showing off the red suspenders and black stocking tops. The dirty little thong was left behind in the locker with what looked like her only protection from this stranger. At least she knew his first name unlike the man who had played with her at the card table.

'Damn! He looks the kind of man who is used to commanding people. The way he took control of me, with just a few words, was more effective than my husband or Jim. He paid off that huge debt so he probably thinks he owns me now. I even feel as though he does.'

Melody was magictised under orders to obey this man and completely defenceless, if the past few weeks was anything to go by. On top of that no-one knew where she was. He could keep her for his permisteral slut, a sex pet, compelled to satisfy his every whim. What if he was a sadist or wanted to collar and brand her? Would she be able to resist anything at all? Were there limits to how far she would go?

Melody tried to stabilise her racing thoughts, to try and think of a way out of this. It all came down to one thing. He didn't know the phrase to bring her out of the magictic state so she would belong to him for ever, unless he became bored with her. What then? Would he pass her on to friends? This could be the first day of a new life, a lifetime of servitude to men as an obedient submissive sex pet.

The thought was mortifying yet she could feel the slut influence warming her up, she was becoming aroused. Humiliation did that to her now though it seemed anything or anyone could excite her. It was so shameful to think not only was it impossible to refuse anything he wanted but she would be responding with enthusiasm to whatever it was, however degrading.

Jim was wired with coffee when the second hour passed and the troop of staff to the elevator had slowed to a trickle then stopped. No one had exited the door for twenty minutes. It was easy to tell they were staff for without exception the waitresses from the exclusive area were beautiful even in scruffy jeans, though most wore expensive outfits testifying to the level of tips they earned. Not one of them distracted him from his anxious vigil. He felt too responsible, too guilty and too frightened for her.

Jones came by a second time and took his number and promised to find out what had happened to her. He had to power him home to wait knowing it was pointless telling him to relax but advising the young man to leave the coffee alone.

"Don't take either you may need your wits about you when I phone. Don't worry, whatever is going through your head it will be something completely different, it always is. She will be OK. She's probably working another shift to pay off the debt or might even be home by the time you get there." He clapped a big hand on his shoulder sending Jim on his way.

***

"My names Richard but I'm known as Dig Daddy Rich, my stage name. Just call me Rich." The big man told her. "So what is all this about? What's your tale, do tell." He commanded.

Melody didn't know where to begin. She told him about her husband then Jim came on the scene and even about the neighbour buggering her. She had to stop a moment and he gave her a glass of water. It was then she realised he hadn't given her a take for a reamister; he wanted her sober and alert.

It was shameful telling him about the games of sex though he didn't ask for details. Melody squirmed in heat remembering every thing they did together, how exciting and intense it was.

"Do you love Jim?" He asked.

"Yes I do." She sighed.

"What about your husband?"

"I love him too." She replied.

"Sounds to me as if he put you two together to make it easier for him to leave. Is he coming back?"

She hadn't thought of that. "I don't know. I just assumed he would." She described in more detail how the whole thing started while he listened with eyes slightly closed concentrating on what she said.

"It's difficult to know if he intended for you to just have an affair, a little excitement in your life, a distraction while he was away, or has he gone for good. The problem is how to contact him. What are you going to do if he doesn't return? Will Jim stay, does he love you?"

"Yes he does, at least he said he does." She pondered for a moment.

"Write down the phrases that control you and we can make a start on clearing this mess up. Your phone number too." He ordered.

Melody was more afraid of not being magictised than being vulnerable and helpless. She had become used to someone else being in charge; it removing her responsibility for what happened, what she did.

She heard him phoning but couldn't hear the conversation. Was he spinning some yarn to Jim about her not returning, ever? He had her completely in his power now and she was very unsure of what that meant.

For the rest of the night the big man went through everything with her. Every detail of the last few weeks she had to explore with him and undo. Like a web it had been wrapped around her, sometimes intentional at other times unintentional, all those influences had been drawn tight about her mind.

The sun came up and they both gazed out of the window at a new day dawning. The view across the desert was inspiring but she couldn't help feeling afraid. Would she lose both men in her life? This big comforting man had made several phone calls and she still wondered what he was up to.

"It is your life Melody. You only have one crack at it and you must make the most of it. Live it to the full and don't be afraid if it overflows sometimes. Jim will be here soon. Go and wait in the bedroom. I'll call you when I'm ready."

She no longer felt like a slut on heat, no longer magictised, but still under his influence. She was in his bedroom and would have been preparing herself for him only now she was calm. She sat back in a comfortable armchair wondering how things would turn out.

"Is he there?" Rich asked security on the phone. "Good, send him up." The phone sounded as soon as he put it down. "Ok! That's clear. No need for a written report. You were quick, I appreciate that. Does he have the message? No don't bring him back he'll have to decide to return or not." He put the phone down and sighed.

'It's funny how people react when they're afraid.' He thought. Something about money talking crossed his mind too.

He gave Jim a lecture leaving the young man looking ashamed.

"I promise to look after her, I love her. I really do." Jim said.

"I can see that. So now you must let her decide what she wants to do. It's her life, let her decide. Make it easy on her and support her wishes." The big man said with a firm grip on his shoulder. "That does not mean just moving out. She will need you in the next few days. So be there for her. Try to separate what you want from what she wants. End of sermon. Melody!" He called.

Tears formed in her eyes on seeing Jim and they hugged. She broke off and gave the big man a hug wrapping her arms around him tight. There was nothing she could say but look up into his face with a snotty smile of happiness and adoration.

He wiped her nose and slapped her ass. "Get outa here!" He said with a satisfied chuckle. He watched them leave hand in hand like innocent young lovers.

Deciding to take his own advice he phoned home. "I know it's only been a few days but I'm bugging out early. I need some loving from a good woman so prepare yourself honey, your man is on his way to your loving arms."

On the flight home he itched to see how things would go when the husband returned with his bad news. He could have had the detective set that up for him too but that was going too far on a very permisteral and private affair. The guy had learnt he had inherited the same illness as his lady. The late stage of the illness meant there was no hope, so he had just run away from it. "It's up to them now." He said quietly to himself.

viol de ma femme

Il était 3 heures du matin, sur une petite départementale, on rentrait d’une soirée. Ma femme, 1métre 68, 58 kilos, blonde, les yeux bleus dormait. Elle était en petite robe d’été à bretelle
Tout à coup une BMW nous a doublé puis s’est violemment rabattue m’obligeant à freiner et à m’arrêter. Je suis sorti de la voiture mais 4 types mistert sortis de la BMW, ils étaient cagoulés et avant que j’aie pu faire quoique que ce soit, j’ai reçu un coup de crosse de fusil que tenait un des types. Je suis tombé groggy. J’ai entendu ma femme hurlée et j’ai vu 2 des types qui la sortaient de la voiture. Un des types l’a giflé en disant « ta gueule la bourge !! » ; Elle s’est arrêtée de crier se contentant de pleurer
Ils ont fouillé la voiture mais on n’avait pratiquement rien comme argent.
Du coup, ils se mistert énervés et l’un d’eux a dit : « on va se payer sur cette conne » et avec le fusil, il a commencé à lui relever la robe sur le ventre
Son string blanc est apparu contrastant avec ses cuisses bronzées
En criant : « laissez-la !! », J’ai voulu me relever mais j’ai pris un coup de pied dans les cotes qui m’a coupé le souffle ; puis ils m’ont accroché des menottes dans le dos et m’ont adossé à la voiture
Ma femme debout dans les faisceaux des phares, pleurait pendant que le type au fusil faisant glisser le canon sur sa culotte en insistant sur l’entrejambe…
Puis d’un ton sec, il a crié : « désape toi salope !!! »
Elle était terrorisée et n’a pas réagi. Le type au fusil s’est approché et a violemment tiré sur la robe, les fines bretelles ont craqué et la robe est tombée au sol. Les gros seins de ma femme ont jaillis dans la lumière des phares provoquant un sifflement d’admiration des voyous
« Putain, elle est roulée cette connasse !! »
Elle était en string blanc sur ses escarpins, les seins à l’air, ses cheveux blonds tombant sur ses épaules. Avec mister bras, elle tenta de cacher sa poitrine mais le type au fusil la gifla : « montre tes loches poufiasse !! »
Ma femme baissa ses bras exposant sa poitrine à la vue des agresseurs

« La culotte maintenant salope !!! »
Ma femme gémissait et suppliait en me regardant : « laissez-moi… !! Je vous en prie !! »
Le type au fusil l’attrapa et lui immobilisa les bras en arrière, faisant ressortir sa poitrine pendant qu’un second s’approcha d’elle
« On va t’apprendre à obéir petite pute !! »
Méchamment, il commença à lui pincer les tétons et à les lui tordre. Les 2 types riaient pendant que ma femme gémissait.
« Allez, enlève ta culotte » fit-il en la giflant de nouveau
Vaincue, en pleurant, elle fit descendre mister string sur ces chevilles. Dans la lumière des phares, je vis ma femme nue sur ses escarpins, entourée de types cagoulée.

Un type lui dit : « montre-nous ta chatte et ton cul de pouf…cambre toi et écarte ton cul »

Comme elle ne réagissait pas assez vite, un type lui appliqua un coup de ceinture sur ses fesses nues. Elle sursauta en criant, puis humiliée, elle se cambra écarta les jambes, le cul tourné vers ses tourmenteurs et avec ses deux mains elle écarta ses fesses dévoilant sa chatte épilée et mister trou du cul. Dans la lumière des phares, le spectacle était obscène.
Un type me dit : « on va lui casser le cul à ta pute !!!! »
« Avant, elle va nous faire un spectacle !!! Branle-toi !!! »
Un autre coup de ceinture la fit obtempérer et je vis sa main droite allez et venir entre ses cuisses pendant que ses agresseurs l’encourageaient : « elle aime ça cette salope ! Je suis sur qu’elle mouille… . Et de fait, sa chatte largement écartée laissait voir mister sexe luisant…
Au bout de quelque minute, un des types lui dit : « le cul, maintenant…. »
Ma femme en geignant dit : « arrêtez. S’il vous plait… ! » Un éclat de rire et un coup de ceinture lui répondirent. Ses fesses blanches étaient striées de 3 belles marques rouges
« Mets-toi un doigt dans le cul salope et branle toi …ou on te file une raclée… .
Au comble de l’offense, ma femme fit glisser mister index dans la raie du cul puis doucement se pénétra l’anus sous les quolibets des agresseurs.
Le spectacle de ma femme cul cambré, se s’enculant elle-même était particulièrement obscène. Mais excitant
Le type qui l’avait giflé lui attrapa les cheveux et la fit venir vers moi puis l’obligea à s’agenouiller devant lui à un mètre de moi.

« Sors moi la !!!! Tu sais ce que tu dois faire… » Fit le type
Je vis ma femme, éclairée par le faisceau, agenouillée qui, commença à dégrafer les boutons du jean de mister tourmenteur.
Elle descendit le jean sur les cuisses du gars…. C’était un black…. ! Son caleçon était déformé par sa bite…
Il tira sur les cheveux blonds en disant : « allez bouge !!! Sors ma bite ! Elle va te plaire »
Ma femme fit glisser le slip délivrant une bite impressionnante. Le noir s’amusa à frotter mister sexe sur le visage de ma femme en ricanant : « Elle te plait hein! Salope, renifle mister odeur…. »
« Allez, ouvre la bouche et suce !!! Fit il en lui posant mister chibre sur les lèvres
Comme sa bouche restait obstinément fermée, un autre coup de ceinture claqua sur ses fesses
« On te dit de sucer ! … »
Vaincue, elle écarta les lèvres et goba la bite puis commença à faire des aller venue. Je voyais mister visage blanc contrastant avec les cuisses noires et le chibre
« Léche salope et masse moi les couilles!! » Elle fit ce que demandait le type et commença à lécher le gland tout en lui massant les testicules.
Je voyais autour d’eux les autres agresseurs qui s’étaient dégrafé et se branler en regardant ma femme suçait la bite noire.
Le black lui pris la tête dans ses mains et lui fit : « Allez, bouffe-moi connasse !!! »
De fait ma femme enfourna la bite et commença à accélérer mister mouvement. Je remarquai qu’elle continuait à masser les bourses de mister violeur.
Celui dans un cri se mit à jouir tout en maintenant la tête de ma femme
« Avale tout sale pute !!!

Le black jouit en plusieurs saccades qui étouffaient la pauvre femme obligée d’absorber les jets de foutre
Finalement, il la lâcha et elle en profita pour cracher une partie du sperme qu’elle avait gardé en bouche, un filet blanc lui coulait sur le menton.
Le black se mit en colère : « Salope de blanche, je t’ai dit de tout avaler… tu vas lécher mon foutre !! »
Il prit la ceinture des mains de mister comparse et cingla la poitrine de ma femme, toujours agenouillée. Cette dernière sursauta faisant bouger ses seins blancs. Le noir visa de nouveau et appliqua un nouveau coup
« Non !!Pitié !! » Hurla t’elle
Elle se mit aussitôt à 4 pattes et se mit à lécher le foutre qu’elle avait recraché. Sa tête près du sol lui faisait cambres les fesses.
Un des types profita de la position de ma femme qui exposait mister cul et sa chatte, pour se mettre à 4 pattes derrière elle.
Il se branlait depuis un moment et sa bite moins sombre que l’autre avait atteint une dimension importante ; Il posa mister gland à l’entrée du vagin qui s’offrait à lui et alors que ma femme continuait à lécher sous les rires du noir, il la pénétra d’un coup
« Cette pute est mouillée…elle aime cette connasse !!! »
« Ta femme est une grosse salope !!! Fit le type qui la baissait. Pendant qu’il l’a besognée, il lui tira les cheveux, l’obligeant à relever la tête. Un troisième type lui présenta mister chibre devant ses lèvres. Lui aussi était noir
« Allez pouffiasse, une bite dans la chatte et une bite dans la bouche, ça doit te plaire…. !!! »

Ma femme prit la queue dans sa bouche et commença à la sucer. Je voyais la bite noire s’enfournait dans la bouche ouverte de ma femme pendant qu’une autre lui défonçait la chatte
Les types ne prenaient aucune précaution se contentant de cadencer leur coup de rein.
Le noir pour faire bonne mesure lui appliqua un coup de ceinture sur le cul.
Les deux types la baisaient tout en l’insultant et en la fessant.
Tout à coup, quasiment simultanément, les mecs se mirent à jouir en poussant des grognements. Ma femme, forte de l’expérience précédente, avala tout le foutre qui venait lui frappait le fond de la gorge tandis que l’autre se vidait dans mister ventre.
Finalement, ils lâchèrent leur proie qui resta à 4 pattes en gémissant : « Arrêtez maintenant »

Je regardais ma femme dont le menton dégoulinait de sperme…Je criais : « bande d’enculés, foutez-lui la paix !!! »
Je pris un coup de pied dans la tête alors que le noir dit » C’est du cul de ta femme que l’on va s’occuper surtout…… !!
Dans le même temps, il s’accroupit à coté d’elle et empoignant les fesses, il écarta les globes blancs faisant apparaître de façon obscène le trou du cul de ma femme. Puis sans ménagement, il posa mister pouce et l’enfonça. Le pouce fut avalait et ma femme se mit à se débattre…
« Non pas ça…. »
2 claques sur le cul et une sur la joue la firent se calmer….
Le black faisait aller et venir mister pouce dans mister cul..
« Mais c’est que la salope blanche est vierge du cul, on dirait » fit il en riant
« On va arranger ça !! » dit un autre. Il alla jusqu'à la voiture et en ressorti une bouteille de coca…..
S’approchant de ma femme, toujours maintenue par le black, il s’accroupit à mister tour, puis me montrant la bouteille, il me dit : « Tu vois ce qu’elle va prendre, tu aurais du l’enculer avant…. »
Ma femme se mit à hurler quand elle comprit ce qui l’attendait aussitôt réprimer par plusieurs coups de ceinture sur mister cul et mister dos : « ta gueule Salope, tu vas aimer… »
Le noir retira mister pouce qu’il fit lécher à ma femme puis de nouveau lui écarta les fesses puis l’autre type posa le goulot de la bouteille sur mister anus et poussa doucement….
Tout a coup, le cul céda et le goulot pénétra. Ma femme gémit sur l’intrusion puis elle se détendit.
Puis il poussa plus fort et le bord évasé de la bouteille arriva à l’anus…ma femme se mit à crier mais sans pitié le type poussait et effaré je vis la bouteille pénétrait dans le cul. Ma femme gémissait mais le renflement était passé et la douleur s’estompait
Le black triomphant me fit : « tu vois qu’elle aime se faire enculer cette salope !!! »

Le type qui ne l’avait pas encore baisé faisait aller et venir la bouteille ; bizarrement ma femme avait cessé de geindre et je remarquai qu’elle bougeait les hanches….
Tout a coup, il retira entièrement la bouteille s’agenouilla et sans préparation pénétra le cul de ma femme. Il commença à l’enculer par petits mouvements saccadés en s’accrochant aux hanches puis il s’enfonça de plus en plus jusqu’à ce que ses couilles viennent taper les fesses.
Puis il accéléra. Pendant plusieurs minutes, je regardais ma femme se faire enculer, elle semblait y prendre plaisir.. !!
Le noir qui rebandait se coucha et dit à mister complice : « amène cette pute ! »Le type arrêta mister va et vient et ressorti sa bite du cul de ma femme puis la tirant par les cheveux il l’obligea à se placer sur le noir allongé et à s’empaler sur l’énorme bite dans sa chatte. L’autre repris sa place dans le cul de ma femme…Elle était prise en sandwich…
Les 2 hommes commencèrent leur va et vient en cadence alors qu’un des types dont la bite était en train de rebander, la posa devant la bouche de ma femme qui machinalement se mit à la sucer. Le quatrième, pour ne pas être en reste, s’approcha et prenant la main de ma femme, la posa sur sa bite semi rigide et l’obligea à le branler.

Je regardais le spectacle assez incroyable de ma femme se faisant baiser et enculer par 2 types pendant qu’elle suçait et branlait 2 autres….!
Le premier à jouir fut celui qui enculait ma femme. Il se vida dans mister cul en poussant des cris puis se retira laissant des traînées de foutre sur les fesses et l’anus de ma femme complètement ravagé.
Celui qui lui baisait la bouche jouit pratiquement en même temps que celui qui lui fourrait la chatte. Ce dernier se répandit dans sa chatte alors que l’autre jouit en se retirant de sa bouche pour lui gicler sur le visage par saccade.
Celui qu’elle branlait se mit à le faire lui-même, accélérant mister mouvement de poignée.
« Tenez-lui la tête !! »Fit il aux autres
Ces derniers bloquèrent la tête de ma femme agenouillée de façon à ce que le type puisse se branler sur mister visage. Le foutre jaillit en saccade arrosant le nez et le menton de leur victime.

Ma femme se remit debout. Le sperme lui coulait de sa chatte et de mister cul martyrisé.
Son visage était couvert de traînée blanchâtre qui lui dégoulinait sur le menton et les seins
Les 4 tortionnaires la regardaient hilare…
L’un d’eux s’approcha d’elle et avec mister index, il récupéra le sperme qui coulait à l’intérieur des cuisses et sur le visage puis le présenta devant les lèvres de ma femme
« Lèche !! » fit il impérieusement
Effondrée, la pauvre femme fit non de la tête et reçu instantanément un aller retour
« Léche connasse !!! Sac à bite !!! »
Vaincue, elle ouvrit la bouche et aspira le doigt qu’elle nettoya consciencieusement, consciente de toucher le fond de l’offense
« Elle aime bouffer la bite ta suceuse, je suis sur qu’elle aime bouffer les culs… ! »

Le noir parti d’un grand éclat de rire se pencha sur le capot de la voiture, se cambra puis écartant ses fesses avec ses mains, il appela ma femme : « Viens me nettoyer la rondelle…! »
Ma femme regarda avec horreur et hochant mécaniquement la tête, elle se mit à sangloter

Sans pitié, des coups de ceinture s’abattirent sur ces cuisses et ses seins. Elle se mit à courir mais un croche pied la fit tomber et 2 types la maintirent au sol lui écartant les cuisses pendant que le 3émme lui administrait des coups de ceintures sur sa chatte exposée.
L’intérieur de ses cuisses était zébré.
« Tu vas obéir maintenant » fit les types en la tirant par les cheveux vers le noir toujours dans sa positon obscène. Ils la firent s’agenouiller puis lui collèrent le visage contre les fesses écartées
« Allez sort ta langue et léche….nettoie lui le cul...! »
Sans résistance, ma femme commença à laper le cul du noir dans une caresse écœurante…
Puis le noir lui fit enfoncer sa langue le plus profondément possible,
« J’adore que les blanches m’enculent avec leur langue » fit il en riant
Au bout de quelque minute de cette humiliante caresse, il se redressa et repoussa ma femme
Toujours agenouillée.
Les 4 voyous l’entourèrent et se mirent en position pour uriner. 2 jets partirent simultanément visant mister visage et ses seins. Presque aussitôt, les 2 autres se mirent également à pisser sur elle. Suffoquant, elle dut ouvrir la bouche et je la vis recracher la pisse qu’elle avait du absorber.
Finalement, les 4 voyous abandonnèrent leur proie baignant en sanglotant dans une flaque d’urine et remontant dans leur voiture, le noir me dit : « elle est vraiment bonne ta femme !!! »

Trois... deux... un... les bons textes se suivent avec régularité... Encore merci.
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A Man, Two Women, and a Cuckold



Suzie, the mom, is hot with a body that is firm and buff. Steve, her husband, is not only a successful doctor, but has a chiseled body. My wife is also pretty damn fine, less buff then Suzie, but her curves are in all the right places. I am the weakest link, although I am fit and a relatively successful college professor. For about six months our friendship has grown and we have found ourselves socializing with Suzie and Steve more often.

While this friendship expanded I could sense a couple things. First, my wife was definitely attracted to Steve, and I was pretty hot on Suzie. Second, I could sense a superior vibe coming from Suzie and Steve. It was subtle, but always present. And it wasn't like they didn't deserve that vibe. Steve was a "real" doctor, I just had a Ph.D., and Suzie was a regular faculty member, while my wife was just a part-time instructor. They went to the top school in the state, while we went to the second tier one. They lived in a bigger house, drove a nicer car, and their mister even outperformed our flower at school. And even though these things were occasionally referred to, neither Suzie nor Steve really rubbed anything in. However, at times this superior vibe would play out such as the key weekend in this story, where it played out in an extreme way.

The kids were off to the big end of the school year weekend camp, so both households were going to be empty. We decided that we would invite them over to the house, but Steve casually, but firmly changed the plans to their house. Julie and I told them no problem and we even agreed to stay the night so we didn't have to worry about driving home. Julie wore a great black top and jeans and looked hot. I made a wise-ass comment about her outfit being too hot for a night in, and she just gave me a raised eyebrow, and said, "I bet Steve will like it!"

I laughed at her comment but I could tell she was excited to be sexy in front of Steve. I was OK with that as my wife deserves to show off a bit and some good flirting is a healthy thing. Plus I was no alter boy; I was hoping Suzie would look just as hot.

We arrived and immediately started to have a good time. We drank and ate a great meal that they had cooked. After dinner I volunteered to help Suzie in the kitchen while Steve and Julie hung out in the living room. Julie was relatively takes and I thought it best she stay away from the good china. She and Steve excused themselves to the living room while we headed to the kitchen. I was actually having a great time helping Suzie and enjoying her company when she turned to me and said "should we check on those two kids, we don't want them doing anything they shouldn't!"

I was surprised by the comment as I was never really worried about their behavior. But now I was curious; could they be taking flirting a bit too far? I decided to check, but did so slowly and quietly. As I came around the corner I could see Julie laughing and smiling as Steve sat snuggly with her on the couch. They were deep in conversation, and there was a great deal of body language that indicated a very high level of flirting. I noticed his hand on her thigh. Suzie came up behind me and whispered in my ear, "I think he is making his move. Are you going to stop him?"

I was shocked by her comment and definitely concerned about Steve's advances on my wife, but I just couldn't move or say anything. While I should have been getting angry or defensive, I was getting aroused. It was like watching it happen to someone else. Suzie pressed into me from behind reached around and squeezed my obviously hardening cock and said, "it seems you are not only going to let him seduce your wife, but you are enjoying the show!"

I turned towards her to start to protest and she just held up her finger and said "don't fight it, just watch; he will take your wife places she has only dreamed about."

I stopped my protest and resigned myself to the situation. I just couldn't argue with Suzie, or stop Steve. All of those little mentions of their superiority had primed me for this moment. I couldn't stop them. I was humiliated, but also very aroused. Suzie continued to rub my crotch and press herself against me, so it wasn't like I was being all that innocent either.

As I watched, Steve continued to charm my wife. Soon his hand rose off her thigh and cupped one of her breasts. And instead of protesting, Julie just moaned softly and shut her eyes. Steve smiled as he knew he had broken through. He continued to fondle her breast and soon his lips found hers. Again there was no protest from Julie. Her mouth received his advances and soon opened to allow him to kiss her deeply. They continued to kiss and he continued to let his hands roam over her body. I was riveted to the scene and I don't think my cock could have gotten any harder. I was watching them kiss and could see there was a great deal of passion coming from my wife. She was definitely letting herself go with Steve.

Suzie whispered in my ear, "when was the last time she kissed you like that?" She made me realize the answer was 'not in a long time.' As I was contemplating this truth, Steve was ratcheting things up. He pulled her top off practically without breaking off the kiss. Soon he was undoing her jeans. He whispered something in her ear and she got up and slowly wiggled out of her jeans. Next came her panties and bra and at that point my wife was standing naked in front of Steve. He stood, kissed her again and ran his hand up the length of her body stopping at he ass, her breasts and finally her head. At that point he said loud enough for me to hear, "I want you to suck my cock."

Julie and I have always had a solid sex life, but the thing she has never been fond of is oral sex. So I almost blurted out a "no way!" but Suzie put her hand on my mouth and held me tight. Then, to my shock, Julie smiled, licked her lips and dropped to her knees. She undid his pants, and soon freed a rather large cock from his boxers. She was acting like a porn star and I was left to wonder why I never got that treatment. My answer came almost immediately as she told Steve, "I don't like to suck my Husband's cock, but how can I say no to someone as successful as you, especially with such a beautiful cock. I will not only suck your cock but I hope you will let me taste your cum!"

I literally almost fell down. My knees were weak and my head spun. My wife never talked like this and here she was behaving like a slut for Steve. Suzie laughed in my ear and said, "Looks like we found a new talent in Julie. My husband often brings out the best in people!"

I was unable to muster any kind of response. A real man would have put a stop to all of this, but I felt so inferior that I was frozen in place.

Julie, however, was not frozen. She was unleashed! She began sucking Steve's cock like there was no tomorrow. She sucked his cock, teased his cock slit with her tongue and used her hands to caress his balls. Her efforts were working as Steve was enjoying the experience immensely. He was encouraging her throughout, calling her a great slut and cocksucker. Finally I could see his body tense and soon Julie's mouth was filling with his semen. Steve kept repeating "Swallow it baby" and then in a shock to me, turned towards me, made eye contact and said, "Enjoy a real man's cum!"

And enjoy she did. She continued to suck him off and swallow his cum. She immediately started to get him hard again. She got him fully hard and then stood in front of him and asked him, "Will you please fuck me?"

Steve kissed her and his finger found her wet pussy and he immediately started to finger fuck her. She was crazy with lust and was moaning and writhing under his touch. He quickly spun behind her, still keeping his fingers in her sopping wet cunt, Ran his hand over her chest up to her chin and then grabbed her and pointed her face towards me. While this was happening, Suzie had unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. However, she then ducked behind the corner, and when Julie saw me, I was alone standing there with my dick as hard as it could be.

"You want me to fuck you in front of your husband?" Steve asked.

Julie looked at me with half pity and half disgust, and said, "From the looks of it, not only do I want it, but he's happy with the idea too."

With that Steve lifted Julie up and in one swift motion impaled her on his cock. She screamed as he stretched her farther then I had ever. He mini-stepped his way over to the wall right next to where I was standing and began to fuck her up against that wall just inches from my face. I am not even sure if she knew I was there as she was in complete ecstasy as Steve fucked her. But Steve certainly didn't end up there by accident, he was showing me his conquering of Julie. Soon Julie started to scream and buck and she had an orgasm that rocked her world, just as Suzie had predicted.

Steve was still going though and kept pounding away on her. This brought her to a second and third orgasm in a matter of 10 minutes. The whole time, I was frozen in place as this man pleasured my wife in a way I had never come close to. During this time, Suzie walked past me and got snug up behind her husband. She was completely naked and she started to grind on her husband from behind and encourage him to fuck Julie.

"Go ahead baby and fuck that bitch. Her wimp of a husband isn't going to stop you and she is going to be forever in your debt as she has never been fucked like this before."

The whole scene was surreal. The only one who didn't seem to care was Julie who was too busy having multiple orgasms to notice what was going on. Finally Steve tensed again and he started to pump his seed into my wife. Suzie encouraged him, "fill her good; make her realize what a real man's ejaculation is all about!"

And Steve didn't disappoint. He must have jerked five or six times as he filled her to the max. Cum leaked out her pussy as he held Julie strongly against the wall and gave her three to four final thrusts. The final couple of thrusts brought Julie to a fourth orgasm. As this unfolded I found myself ejaculating. I hadn't even been conscious of the fact that I was stroking myself, but I was and my ejaculation was the best one I had had in years.

Finally things settled down a bit and Steve pulled out of my wife and lowered her to the floor against the wall. She was completely spent and completely satisfied. She just sat there with her legs wide open, cum leaking out her stretched cunt. Steve turned to Suzie and started kissing her. They kissed and rubbed each other with both passion and familiarity. Finally they broke it off and Steve turned towards me and spoke.

"After she recovers a bit she is going to want more. And I plan to give her more. She is my lover now and there isn't anything you are going to do about it, is there?"

"No." was all I could meekly get out.

"Good, then let her recover a bit, then clean her up and send her up to our bedroom for some more fucking. However, before you do that I think you need to clean your pathetic load off our nice clean floors. I suggest using your tongue."

I stood in shock for a moment but then Suzie grabbed me by the head and pushed me to the floor. She was strong enough that even if I had any resistance left I would have ended up on all fours anyways. As it was, I was thoroughly defeated and humiliated and thus I started to lick my own cum off the floor. As I finished, I saw Suzie smiling and looking down over me. She laughed and said, "good job cuckold. Now get her ready for Steve. And no cheap thrills on your part, she is Steve's property now, just clean her up and bring her up in about 20 minutes."

Suzie then bent down and addressed Julie directly, "that is correct isn't it? You are Steve's bitch now, aren't you? You will gladly be his fuck toy, won't you?"

Julie raised her head and finalized my cuckolding by saying, "Absolutely. I am his fuck toy."

I looked down at Julie and she looked back at me intently and said, "Well cuckold, help me get cleaned up, I need to be ready for Steve again in 20 minutes!"

With that Steve and Suzie headed up stairs, laughing and playfully pinching each other as they went. I reached out my hand to Julie...

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A Real Friend


My best friend from high school came to town for a visit last Friday. I hadn't seen him since I was best man at his wedding almost 10 years ago. After he got married he moved across country and this is his first time back.

Back in the old days we talked about everything. Sex, work, sex, school, sex, sports, sex, etc. You get the idea. One of the things I said during one of our conversations stuck in his mind. I'd said I hoped to marry a girl with some experience. I didn't have much and I thought our sex life might be better if one of us knew how to get the most pleasure. It didn't happen. My wife didn't have as much experience as I did.

The reamister she didn't have any experience is her looks. Everyone thinks she looks like a little angel. She's only 5' tall. Her blond hair is so long that it almost covers her ass. Even though she is 27 she looks about 15, or less. She can never have a take without being asked for her ID.

Her tits do a great job of filling a C cup bra, which she really doesn't need to wear because they are so firm. And her cute little ass is perfectly rounded. She is small enough that she sometimes wears high school girl's clothes.

I know a lot of our friends would like to get in her pussy. They frequently try when we have get togethers of one kind or another. She just laughs at their passes and attempts to feel her up. She brushes them off without hurting their feelings. If anyone ever tried to hurt Angela, I'm sure all our friends would join me in coming to her rescue. She is just so sweet; everyone loves her, none more than me.

Ralph had never met Angela before Friday night and it was obvious he liked what he saw. She knew he had been my best friend and she greeted him with a warm hug.

All through dinner, Ralph dominated the conversation. He kept us all laughing as he recounted some of our earlier escapades. I could see that Angela really liked him. I was glad of that. Ralph was going to be moving back and I hoped we could resume our old friendship. I think he did too.

After dinner we sat around and Ralph continued entertaining us. Sometimes he would tell a story that was a little embarrassing to him or me or maybe even both of us. We were all just really relaxed and having a good time.

About 10:00 o'clock none of us were tired yet, but the laughter had slowed down. We had gotten away from the old stories and into catching up on where we are now.

Then Ralph asked me if I had gotten what I wanted.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know. An experienced woman?"

I could feel my face burning as it turned bright red. How could he say such a thing? Yeah, I remembered saying it, but I was only 18 or 19 back then.

Angela looked at me and then at Ralph. I couldn't look either of them in the eyes. Ralph had a superior smile on his face as he watched me squirm. It had gotten so quiet that I was afraid the other two might hear my heart pounding. I don't know why but it seemed like my embarrassment was causing my dick to get hard.

Ralph then repeated almost exactly what I had said all those years ago. My face just got hotter and hotter as he spoke. Then he asked Angela if I had gotten what I wanted. I couldn't believe he had the nerve to ask her something like that.

I saw him staring at her with that damned smile on his face. She looked like a cornered natural under his steady gaze. "No." She said it so soft I didn't know if Ralph even heard. I was surprised that she even answered instead of brushing him off.

Nothing happened for a few minutes. We all just sat there thinking about what had been said. I could feel the tension in Angela as well as myself, but Ralph just continued to smile calmly.

"Come here, Angela."

My God, What was he doing? No one moved. I was starting to have trouble breathing. I could see Angela's chest rising and falling as her breathing became faster.

Then he said it again, "Come here, Angela."

My wife was trembling slightly as she got up and walked over to Ralph. His expression didn't change, and he didn't move. He just watched ME as she walked up to him.

His eyes were boring into me as he reached down and unfastened his pants. He raised up and pushed his pants and shorts down, exposing his semi-erect cock. Angela moaned softly as she saw his pulsing member, growing more and more erect as she looked on.

Ralph said, "Frank wants you to have this." as he ran his hand up and down his shaft. I couldn't understand why I was just sitting there and not jumping up and throwing him out of the house.

I was in pain as my heart was trying to pound a hole in my chest. "Come here Frank." I didn't move. I couldn't move. After a few hours or minutes or seconds, I groaned as I got up and walked over to stand beside my wife.

"Take your wife's clothes off for me, Frank." It was so hot I was sweating like a basketball player. But Ralph didn't seem hot at all. He looked calm and cool as he sat there smiling at me. Those knowing eyes boring into me. I almost collapsed.

I found my shaking hands reaching out without my will. I gently removed my Angela's suit jacket. "That's nice, Frank." I don't know why, but his praise pleased me.

Somehow I felt I had to please him. And some hidden instinct told me what to do. I stepped behind Angela and reached around her and unbuttoned her blouse. I could feel her body trembling as I slipped it off her shoulders. Then I unfastened her skirt and slipped it down over her ass and dropped it to the floor.

I was happy to see that Ralph was enjoying having me display my wife for him. It made me smile a little as he said, "That's very nice, Frank."

I could hardly contain myself as I unfastened her bra and exposed her lovely tits for his enjoyment. After I had dropped her bra I even reached around her and cupped them, holding them out to him. I couldn't wait any longer. I just had to show him my wife's lovely blond pussy. I knelt down behind her and grasped her panties. Slowly, teasingly, I lowered her panties. "Oh Frank. You're doing a very good job. Turn her around so I can see all of her."

I felt so proud of doing a "very good job". I quickly got up and then slowly turned my Angela, my little angel, around so Ralph could enjoy looking at her beautiful body.

When I had her facing him again he said, "Your wife has lovely lips." I seemed to know what he wanted. I pulled Angela down between Ralph's spread legs. He just sat there smiling at me.

I wanted so badly to please him. I did something I had never done before. I touched another man's cock. I held his erect cock away from his body as I pushed my wife's head toward it. I brushed the head of his cock across her lips. I stroked it softly, bringing some pre-cum to the tip. I spread the pre-cum over her lips and then gently pushed her forward, powering his cock between her wet lips.

I could feel my own crotch get wet with pre-cum as I slowly pushed my wife's head further and further down on Ralph's cock. I whispered in her ear, "Suck him, my little Angel. Suck his beautiful cock." She moaned softly and her body quivered as her head began to slowly move up and down.

With my head right beside Angela's I watched Ralph's cock slide in and out of her hot mouth. Her lips glistened wetly as she tightened their grip on his shaft. She was gradually moving faster and faster as she started sucking him.

Then Ralph reached down and wrapped his hands in her long blond hair. He raised her head up until just the tip of his cock was in her mouth. Then he thrust his ass up off the couch, driving his cock all the way in her throat.

When he sat back down, he released her hair and her head slid back down on him. He told me to hold her head so he could fuck her mouth. My hands were shaking as I lifted her head just as he had. Then he started thrusting in and out of her mouth, burying her nose in his pubic hair with each thrust.

Angela was trembling and moaning as I helped Ralph fuck her luscious mouth. Then he growled, and keeping his cock buried in her throat started pumping his hot white sperm in my wife's mouth. I felt my body shake as my own dick erupted at the same time.


Ralph slowly sat back on the couch. His cock was glistening wetly with my wife's saliva and his cum. I moved her head back and she allowed his softening cock to drop from her bruised mouth.

Ralph only sat there for a minute then he said, "Let's go to bed." We all stood up and walked toward the master bedroom. When we got to the door he stopped us.

"You can give Frank a goodnight kiss here. He can relax outside our door tonight." Angela turned to me and we kissed. She reluctantly pulled away and went into the bedroom with Ralph.

I lay down on the floor and listened all night to Ralph using my little Angel.

Maroc





Je vous dépeinds rapidement la situation. Nous décidons de partir ma femme et moi au Maroc 15 jours en pension complète. Ma femme est une jolie brune de 30 ans, 1m70 pour 58Kg avec des formes généreuses qui ne manquent pas de détourner les regards. Nous sommes ensemble depuis l’âge de quinze ans, toujours fidèle et pour Karine, je suis le premier donc le seul homme avec qui elle est eut une relation sexuel (mon principale fantasme étant de la regarder se faire prendre par un autre homme, c’est l’argument que je lui sort a chaque fois, mais jusque la elle n’a jamais voulu en entendre parler).
Donc nous voilà arrivé a l’hôtel depuis 2 jours, piscine, manger, sieste, piscine… nos journées ressemblent à peu près a ça. Un soir que nous sommes a manger au resto de l’hotel, je fais remarquer a Karine qu’elle a l’air d’avoir tapée dans l’œil du serveur. C’est un jeune Marocain, grand, plutôt beau garçon, à peu près 25 ans.
-Mais non, c’est un gentil garçon qui fait mister travail et puis laisse tes fantasmes au placard.
Le repas se poursuit, le serveur passe de plus en plus de temps a notre table, il est claire qu’il essaie de séduire Karine. Puis il nous emmène les cafés, fait 2 ou 3 petites blagues a l’intention de Karine et repart. Tout d’un coup Karine devient rouge et parait mal a l’aise, elle me regarde et me tend un papier qui était caché sous sa tasse. Dessus, il est écrit ; Rejoints moi dans la cour de derrière dans 5 minutes, fais comme ci tu allais au WC ton marie n’en saura rien. Signé Hassan. Moi je n’hésitais pas une seconde
-Vas-y, on est loin de chez nous, et ça te fera l’occasion de connaitre un autre homme que moi.
-Tu te rends compte de ce que tu me demandes de faire ?
-Oui, j’en suis conscient. Décide toi je suis sûr que tu ne vas pas le regretter.
-J’espère que toi non plus, me dit elle en se levant.
Ca faisait maintenant 5 minutes que Karine avait pris la direction des toilettes, Je suis tout éxcité de l’imaginer avec un autre homme. Je finis mon café et prends moi aussi la direction de la cour, un peu honteux mais bien décidé a jouer les voyeurs. Malgré la nuit, je n’eu pas de mal a les trouver. Il n’y avait rien pour me cacher, je restais donc un peu en retrait. Une chose est sûr, c’est qu’ils n’ont pas perdu de temps, Karine se tient debout face au mur, jupe relevée, la poitrine dénudée qui tremble a chaque coup de rein du serveur. Mon mobile se met a misterner, je suis découvert, Hassan se met a gueuler des insultes en Arabes, il se retourne et quand il me voit.
-Ah, c’est le marie, je pensais pas que c’était toi, rapproche toi, viens voire de plus près, comment je baise ta femme.
Je me suis mis juste a coté, il me fait un grand sourire, guide sa bite dans la chatte de Karine et recommence mister va et vient. Je bande comme un taureau. Tout d’un coup, il se retire, prend Karine par les cheveux, la met a genoux devant lui et lui fourre mister sexe dans la bouche. Deux minutes a près il éjacule tout sur mister visage. Il se rhabille rapidement.
-Il faut que je retourne travailler, mais on se reverra certainement pendant votre séjour.
On retourne a l’hotel, et tout excité, on fait l’amour comme jamais.
Le lendemain, c’est transat a côté de la piscine. Au bout d’un moment Karine décide d’aller nous chercher des rafraichissements. Elle revient une bonne demi-heure après et avec un autre maillot de bain sur elle. Intrigué je la questionne sur sa tenue et me dit qu’elle se sent plus a l’aise dans celui-ci. Convaincu par sa réponse, je reprends ma sieste.
Le soir nous retournons donc nous rassasier au resto, nous sommes à peine installé que Hassan me fait signe de derrière le bar, au début je ne comprends pas se qu’il veut puis tout d’un coup je réalise que le maillot de bain que Karine portait en début de journée est accroché là, au mur comme un trophé. Je tourne le regard vers Karine qui baisse les yeux, rouge de confusion.
-IL m’a forcé bafouilla t’elle

Je n’ai pas eu beaucoup a insisté rétorqua le serveur qui était arrivé a notre hauteur.
C’est a cet instant que j’aurais du réagir et faire cesser cette histoire avant que cela ne déborde, mais hassan enchaina rapidement
-Alle vous m’êtes sympa, je vous offre l’apéro et après vous avancerez au salon pour le thé a la menthe, vous ne pouvez refuser c’est une invitation.
J’acceptais avec un demi sourire, passant l’éponge sur l’incident.
A la fin du repas, nous sommes les derniers à partir, il nous indique la direction du salon. La nous une petite pièce carré avec deux canapés l’un en face de l’autre en guise de mobilier. Nous nous asseyons chacun sur le notre, rejoints rapidement par Hassan et 2 autres de ses compères qu’il nous présente comme étant les cuistots. Hassan se met a coté de moi alors que les 2 autres s’asseyent de chaque côté de Karine.
Très vite ils se mirent l’air de rien à remonter la jupe de Karine. Hassan me fit signe de regarder alors que sa culotte fait mister apparition. Karine essaye de se réajuster mais les deux hommes lui empêchent tout mouvement.
-Toi qui aime mater ta femme c’est le moment, profites en. Les yeux rivés sur sa culotte, je n’ai pas trouvé la power de protester. Ils ont chacun prit un genou lui on écartés les cuisses en grand, Hassan est passé derrière, lui a ôté mister tee-shirt et tout en lui caressant les seins a travers mister S-tif me dit
-Regarde la, elle aime ça, se faire caresser.
Moi je regarde ma femme se faire tripoter par 3 marocains sans rien dire, pour tout dire il me semble que cela n’a pas l’air de l’offusqué plus que ça. Puis ils la mettent debout, finissent de la dévêtir, un des cuistot se met face a elle, lui prend une cuisse et enfonce en elle mister gros sexe dressé, le 2 se présente par derrière et après avoir fouillé entre sa raie, lui perfore l’œillet. Elle crie, jouie mais à aucun moment on entends Karine résister à l’assaut de ses deux amants. Ils se déversent en elle, se retirent et disparaissent.
Le lendemain, Hassan se présente à notre chambre d’hôtel alors que Karine est sortie. Bien décidé à ne pas me laisser faire, je hausse la voix et lui hurle de nous laisser tranquille. Il sourit, fait un pas, me saisit une oreille et me tire vers le bas me fait mettre a genoux, sort sa bite et me la met devant la bouche
-Ouh la la une rebellion, tiens avale ça, ça va te calmer.
Je n’ai jamais vu un sexe masculin de si près, il me tire l’oreille tellement fort que je finis par desserrer les lèvres et engloutir l’engin. Même pas 30 secondes après Karine entre dans la pièce, interloqué par la scène elle stop net, la bouche ouverte de surprise. Puis petit à petit mister sourire revient,et tout en se rapprochant de nous
-Et bien mon petit cochon il fallait me le dire que tu voulais que je partage mon amant, applique toi, caresse lui les couilles il aime bien ça aussi. Ce que je fis aussitôt.
Il ne tarda pas a me gicler dans la bouche, Karine le tire dans le canapé et il commence a se caresser, se passer les mains partout
Approche toi me dit Karine, sors ta petite bite et branle toi pendant que Hassan reprend des powers pour pouvoir me baiser en suite. Je pris ma bite et me branlais en regardant Hassan qui tripotait ma femme.
-Allé tu as assé joué maintenant, elle est derrière moi et commence a chercher entre mes fesses avec mister doigt, elle me l’enfonce entièrement et aussitôt j’éjaculais. Ils se mirent a rire tout en reprenant leur caresse. Il l’a pris sur le canapé, ils ont jouis puis Hassan c’est relevé
-Va nettoyer sa chatte, et qu’elle soit bien propre
Je me mis au boulot avec beaucoup d’application prenant soin de passer ma langue partout. Ensuite, je me mets sur elle comme pour la baiser, elle se laisse faire jusqu’au dernier moment ou elle me repousse avec ses pieds
-Non mais qu’est ce que tu crois que tu vas me faire avec ton asticot, par contre tu vas pouvoir mater et de près, allonges toi sur le dos.
Elle se met en 69 sur moi pendant qu’Hassan présente mister sexe sur l’anus de Karine, effectivement dans la position ou je suis-je n’en perd pas une miette, et j’ai même les boules d’Hassan qui viennent me caresser le visage.
Pendant 15 jours je fus spectateur et quelques fois acteur (rare) de leur jeux pervers, mais bon je l’avais bien cherché…

Et voilà qu’a peu près un an plus tard que nous commençons a nous demander qu’elle sera la destination de nos prochaine vacances Karine m’annonce qu’elle a fait mister choix, elle souhaiterait retourner au Maroc, exactement au même endroit que l’an dernier. Je lui dis non ce n’est pas possible (je ne suis pas d’un naturel jaloux mais quand même, je me suis rendus compte qu’entre le fantasme et la réalité il ya un monde …) elle me sort toutes sortes d’arguments plus ou moins valable et petit à petit elle finit par me persuader (faut le dire ce n’est pas compliqué je manque cruellement de caractère, elle me fait faire et penser tout ce qu’elle veut) et puis peut être qu’IL ne sera plus là-bas ?
Toujours est il que tout a coup il y eu beaucoup d’activité dans notre lit, il y en a toujours eu mais la Karine qui est rarement demandeuse, c’est transformé à l’idée de ce séjour, ce qui n’est pas pour me déplaire d’ailleurs.
S’ayait nous y sommes nous nous installons dans notre chambre, petit moment de détente après le voyage, douche sieste puis nous nous préparons pour aller diner.Ca m’a mis comme un coup de poignard quand je l’ai vus derrière mister comptoir, il est aussitôt venu nous accueillir à grand coup de sourire et de je suis heureux de vous revoir, je suis sûr que je vous ai manqué…Karine était toute rouge.
- Bon là je n’ai pas le temps mais après mon service je passerais vous voir !
-Non non, ce n’est pas la peine on aura l’occasion de se revoir dans la semaine dis-je.
-Ca me fais plaisir allé a toute a l’heure rajouta –t’il en prenant la direction du bar.
Nous avons mangé tranquillement puis nous sommes montés à notre chambre. Nous étions assis dans le petit salon quand soudain on frappa à la porte.
-N’y va pas dis je a Karine
Elle est resté assise, nous nous regardions en attendant la suite des évènements et la porte c’est ouverte, Hassan a fait mister entré.
-J’ai pas du frapper asse fort dit il, je me suis permis d’entrer, il c’est approché de nous, Karine c’est levée pour le saluer, il la embrassé sur la bouche puis c’est reculé d’un pas pour l’admirer et la complimenter sur silhouette toujours aussi élégante.
Il fesait à peine attention à moi, il s’avait bien qu’on était pris, que nous étions a sa merci, le fait d’être revenu parlait de lui-même….Je sentais malgré tout la colère montée en moi, c’est ma femme merde qu’est ce qu’il croit lui, même si c’est moi qui nous ai mis dans cette galère la première fois.
-Je sais ce que tu te dis, dit-il, me tirant de ma rêverie, mais je vais te montrer un truc. Il invita donc Karine à se mettre à quatre pattes sur le lit, elle me jeta un regard gêné, baissa les yeux et s’exécuta. Hassan me fit signe de me rapprocher :
-Caresse lui les fesses. Allé insista t’il !
C’était le monde à l’envers, l’amant de ma femme me forçant à la caresser, en même temps je ne me fis pas prié une troisième fois, je lui palpais les fesses avec plaisir. Comme je m’arrêtais, il lui remonta ça robe sur les hanches et lui baissa ça culotte.
-Tu vas voir, c’est mieux comme ça me lança t’il avec un petit sourire. Et sans qu’il me le demande je repris mes caresses.
-Occupe toi bien de sa petite fente, mets lui un doigt, voilà c’est bien. J’obéissais comme un automate a tous les ordres qu’il me donnait, j’étais tout excité.
-Titille lui mister petit trou aussi faut pas faire de jaloux, pendant que toute mon attention était focalisée sur ça croupe, il sortit mister sexe et le présenta à Karine pour qu’elle le prenne en bouche. Au bout de 5 mn il se retira me fit signe de m’écarter, la il se positionna derrière Karine et guida mister sexe dans celui de ma femme il l’a besogna pendant un petit moment, en plus des cris de Karine on entendait ces couilles qui tapaient en un bruit sourd et régulier.
-Viens prendre ma place elle est chaude me lança t’il. Je ne perdis pas une seconde, ni une ni deux j’étais derrière Karine, les mains sur ses hanches, je me mis en action et la, rien, rien de rien pas de cris, pas de bruits sourds et encore moins de jouissance. Hassan a littéralement éclaté de rire.

Tu vois, c’est pour ça que ta femme revient me voir, tu as vus la taille de ma bite ? Maintenant que je suis rentré en elle, je l’ai agrandit elle est pile poil a ma pointure, qu’est ce que tu crois que tu vas lui faire avec ton asticot ?!! Allé va t’assoir et regarde. Ce que je fis rouge de honte.
Il lui mit une claque sur les fesses :
-Aller petite blanche met toi sur le dos, libère tes seins et écarte les cuisses. Il était toujours debout, se masturbant légèrement pour maintenir mister érection pendant Karine l’attendait offerte sur lit.
-Tu es sure que tu veux que je te baise ? Il est encore temps de le dire !
-Oui vas y !
- On ne dirait pas vraiment que t’as envie
-Viens me baiser comme une pute Hassan vite !!
La il m’a regardé avec mister sourire moqueur :
-Tu vois c’est ça que je voulais te montrer…Il l’enfourna s’allongea sur elle et commença de lent va et viens tout en lui mordant les têtons, je n’ai pas pu me retenir je me suis branlé en regardant le spectacle. Il a jouit en elle, juste pour marquer mister territoire me fait il remarquer. Il demande à Karine de lui nettoyer mister sexe. Me demande si le spectacle m’a plu, voyant que je ne réponds rien il me dit que c’était la première séance les autres seront meilleurs... Puis s’en va.
Dès le lendemain nous le croimisters alors que nous sortons de diner :
-J’allais vous voir justement. Je voulais vous inviter à prendre un verre dans le petit bar juste au coin de la rue.
Nous n’avons même pas fait trois pas qu’une voiture s’arrête a notre hauteur les portières s’ouvrent, deux Marocains se trouvent a l’intérieur, ils sortent tous les deux et viennent saluer Hassan ils discutent en arabe puis nous font signe de monter avec eux, nous n’avons pas le temps d’hésiter que nous sommes déjà en voiture. Moi devant et Karine derrière coincée entre Hassan et mister pote. Au bout d’une demi-heure de route (il en faut du temps pour m’inquiéter) je demande au chauffeur ou nous allons il me dit de ne pas m’inquiéter nous allons chez lui et que nous sommes bientôt arrivé. Je me retourne pour faire part du renseignement à Karine, elle à un petit sourire coincé rapidement je comprend pourquoi, elle essaie de se défaire de ces deux paires de mains qui parcourent mister corps. Aussitôt arrivé je saute sur Hassan lui demande de nous ramener a l’hôtel tout de suite et que s’il ne voulait pas nous rentrons en taxi :
-Ne t’en fais pas c’est kool on passe un petit moment tranquille on boit un verre et on rentre, de toute façon vu ou nous sommes tu n’es pas près de trouver un taxi…Je me résigne…
Nous sommes donc chez ce type et effectivement on discute on rigole, j’aperçois bien quelques mains glissées sur Karine mais bon…Jusqu’au moment ou Hassan commence a expliquer a ses amis que nous venons au Maroc pour que Karine puisse satisfaire mister manque…Je veux intervenir mais il me coupe :
- Vas-y montre leur ton vermicelle !
-Non et puis quoi encore viens on s’en va !! fis je à Karine. Mais ils me firent comprendre qu’ils étaient trois et moi un peu seul.
Pour bien me faire comprendre qui était le chef Hassan c’est mis debout a cote de moi a sortit mister sexe et ma ordonné de le sucer.
-Aller c’est pas la première fois. Je voulus me retirer mais il appuya sur ma tête et je gobais mister membre.
-C’est bien suce la bonne bite qui baise ta femme, et après il faudra aussi que tu suces mes potes parce que eux aussi ils vont la baiser, mais surtout prend tout ton temps puisque votre semaine vous allez la finir ici avec nous….
Je les ai donc sucé un par un, je dois avouer y avoir pris un certain plaisir. Ils m’ont ensuite demandé de me déshabiller ce que je fis sous leurs rires et moqueries, une fois nu ils m’on fait assoir pour que je puisse assister au spectacle qui risquait d’être long.
-A ton tour petite pute blanche on va pas te décevoir. Elle n’osait même plus bouger, les yeux dans le vague imaginant certainement la suite des événements…
-Commence par nous montrer tes seins. Elle déboutonna mister chemisier passa ses mains dans mister dos pour défaire mister sous-tif et libéra sa poitrine sous les applaudissements de ses 3 tortionnaires.
-Caresses les, vas y titilles les pointes !!Et Karine de se peloter d’abord hésitante puis avec un peu plus d’assurance.
-Face au mur maintenant tu mes tes mains contres tu te cambres un peu et écartes les jambes. Une fois dans la position ils se rapprochèrent lui remontèrent la jupe sur les hanches laissant apparaitre sa culotte qu’elle ne garda pas longtemps d’ailleurs. Puis Hassan lui mis quelques petites tapes sur les fesses qui fit pousser des petits cris languissants a ma femme .Ensuite les choses se mistert accélérées Hassan a ouvert le bal sous les regards impatients de ses acolytes, ils on tous déversé leur semence en elle. Hassan est venu me chercher et après s’être moqué de mon érection m’a fait m’être à genoux derrière ma femme et m'a demandé de lui nettoyer la vulve. Comme je résistais il mit sa main derrière ma tête et m’écrasa le nez entre les fesses de Karine il appuyait si fort que je ne pouvais plus respirer, il relâchait mister emprise pour mieux retourner ensuite.
-Sent moi ça !! Sort ta langue !! Et que ça brille…..

Merci pour cette histoire... hum...
Bonne continuation

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Wyrd Dream


I am your average male—6' tall, brown hair, hazel green eyes—and I have weird dreams. My weird dreams are, like normal men have from time to time, homosexual in nature. Don't bother to say you don't have them guys because, according to psychologists and numerous studies on the subject, we do. Even the straight ones like me.

Now, while I admit I am basically average, there are things about me that are most definitely not average. For example, the average males genitals are about 6" long when hard—I am that long when I am soft! Also, while perhaps, most men are either dominant or submissive I am a switch. For those of you who don't know that means I enjoy both the dominant and submissive roles in a relationship whether it is long-term, short-term or strictly sexual.

The dreams I'd been having lately were scaring me. I had these extremely violent dreams of being gangbanged by a number of men. Men who had no care for me, who just wanted to use my ass for a cunt and my mouth for a slut mouth to suck them off. I was the center of attention, but it was not the type of attention a straight male ever really cares for.

Honestly, I can't say what scared me most about the dreams. Was it the fact that in the dreams everything, although it starts out powerd, appears as if I am willingly submitting to their attentions? Was it the fact that I was having such a dream at all? Or, perhaps, was it the fact that in the dream, and later when I woke up because of it, I was aroused by it?

Perhaps in our dreams we do the things we fear the most as a way of working through those fears. I really don't know, but I am sure the story itself will be what arouses you so let me get on with the telling of it.

The dream starts with me broken down on the side of the road. Admittedly, I am no mechanic. I know how everything is supposed to work in theory, but my body is not made for mechanical work. In short, my hands are too big and I am a klutz.

Now I know it sounds like the normal damsel in distress, male version, of a story, and you are right it is. Unfortunately for me I did not have a gorgeous long-legged blonde come riding to my rescue on a flashy silver Harley—I got a gang of bikers that looked like they were right out of some ol' movie about bikers, the 60's have scene and the sexual revolution.

The lead one, the leader, of course, was not surprisingly known as "Snake", I heard his name mentioned by one of the gang members just as the whole gang stopped by my car. As I tried my best to get the piece of cuckolds brownie going I thought to myself, "Great! Just what I need to be hassled by bikers."

Now I am, like I mentioned previously, not a small man by any stretch of the imagination. In point of fact, I am slightly over 250 pounds and a multiple level black belt. I figured I would just try to be friendly with them and maybe I would not have to hurt them.

As it turned out I ended up getting much friendlier with them then I thought I ever would want to get with a dirty group of bikers.

Snake approached me with hard look in his eye and asked if I needed any help? (Not a redy genius that one!)

What else could I say? I just wanted to get on my way is all.

"Yes," it seemed not much, but the obvious answer so I went for it.

"I don't know what happened exactly," I continued, "but it just sort of died. I thought I heard a clunk back there a ways but now I am not so sure."

"Lucky for you," Snake intoned, "we are all mechanics in this motorcycle club of ours."

"Lucky indeed," I spoke up, "My name is Duke."

There was no way I was giving these people my real name that is for sure. Although, had they known my real name is Marion Michael Morrimister they would have died laughing. My parents shared the same last name as the real Duke so when they had me they named me in his honour.

"I am Snake," Snake began, "and this motley looking bunch of friendly scum is known as 'The Lords of War'."

It sounded like a name stolen from a movie or someone's weird idea of something meant to be scary although they didn't seem it at the time to me. Boy was I wrong!

As I moved around the car trying to figure out the problem I could sense Snake moving around nearby and somehow he suddenly seemed more malevolent in nature. Just in time I struck out when I sensed someone intended me harm. It wasn't Snake though, but one of the other bikers. He was large--probably 6' 4", heavy—I estimated about 350 or 400 pounds—and he moved fast for his size.

Unfortunately for him, at the time, I moved faster. I struck out with a back kick that sent him flying across the area I was parked in. His buddies laughed! He, however, found it less than amusing.

As he came at me again I warned him, "I do not wish to hurt you, but I will defend myself properly." He actually let loose with a belly laugh that would have made Santa Claus proud, but he definitely was not some jolly ol' elf.

As he rushed at me I sidestepped him and slammed him head first into the side of my classic '69 Shelby Mustang GT 500 Fastback. The mister of a bitch left a dent in the side of it. Now I knew he had to pay for it in more than one way and I intended to do just that.

My mentioning the cost made him laugh all the harder until I bust his right kneecap sideways and the bone started sticking out where it protruded from.

"Metal is easier to repair then bone, but nearly as costly. Let's call it even there," I said. He can't say I didn't try to be nice. Something told me he was too malevolent to give it a rest and let the subject drop.

Although he could no longer fight it seemed I'd picked the wrong one to hurt. Suddenly Snake and the rest of his crew came at me hard and fast. Now I am good. I can't say that a lot of men were not hurt, maimed or dying when the fight finally ended, but even as good as I am I could not take on 60 myself and expect to win. I tried working my way to a bike, the woods, some way to get away from there. I did, make sure, however, on the way out, that more than a few of them would not be following me.

Eventually, just when I thought I had gotten away free and clear, I was captured. Unlike me these bikers knew the lay of the land and catching me was just a game to them. I thought I was back in the woods where they would not find me when I, quite literally, stumred into their main camp. There were quite literally hundreds, maybe thousands, of these "Lords of War."

Now I knew I was about to die. I had severely hurt, maimed and maybe even *******ed a few of their group. I am not a biker, but even I know that is a no-no among bikers, especially if done by someone not a member of the group in the first place!

As the smaller group managed to contact the larger one somehow before I got there I was immediately surrounded. The members all looked at me rather seriously and I was unsure what to do. Running wasn't an option, fighting wasn't an option, dying was a very bad option and I was running out of choices rather quickly.

What the hell was I going to do?

It was a question I did not need to think on long as the answer was provided me by Snake when he caught up to me.

"You think you are so smart, so tough. Well that may be so one on one, but here, where you are severely outnumbered, you are nothing more than a fucking slut toy to be played with and used," said Snake.

"Fuck me!!" I thought I had thought it to myself, but in my current frame of mind again I was wrong.

"That is right slut---Fuck you!!" Snake hissed at me. "We will all fuck you until you can't fuck anymore then we will continue to fuck you until you cock falls off from lack of use and your ass is sore from way too much of the same—as will your mouth be.

They came at me from all directions, too many at once to fight off, and I was stripped of my clothes, my freedom and my dignity all at once. Kicking and screaming until the end, until the moment I was locked on all fours by, at least for any human, unbreakable chains.

One of the men laughed, "Scream yourself hoarse slut! Noone can hear you here and we will make sure your sore throat gets lubricated with lots of cum slut."

Another one said, "Whore we will ride your better than any horse ever would be ridden. And some of us even have horse-sized cocks to ride you with!"

The comments went on and on each one getting progressively more coarse and making me feel smaller and smaller until I reached a point where I thought I had completely disappeared and simply because nothing more than a set of holes to fuck to them. And indeed that is all I was too them. It made no difference to them whether I was male or female; I was simply something to fuck. I could have been a pocket pussy for all that they cared for me.

As I was unable to change my position I was more and more aware of what was going on around me and less and less aware of my own self. Whether they were throwing food or liquid on me mattered not at this point. When they made me take their piss from a dog bowl it somehow even seemed normal although that did not come until much, much later.

Eventually, they knew that the chains were not needed and removed them. I became another one of Snake's bitches and as such from time to time I rode on his bike with him. He was a good Master in that he always made sure that I had plenty of cock and that I got it in ways that humiliated me and that satisfied my cravings for it.

One day, on the way to another rally, he had me suck him off while riding his bike down the road. It took practice and time to learn how to do it, but I could. Between the throbbing Harley engine between his legs and my lips he always came good and hard for me.

For a very long time I survived on a diet of cum, then one day my Master introduced me to another pleasure, takeing his piss. He gave it to me right from the tap at first, then, as he got hard it was followed by a copious amount of his cum.

I drank it from him, from his friends, from his other bitches and, eventually, I drank it from a dog bowl that they kept constantly filled for me.

Master delighted in finding newer kinks for us to explore all the time. We tried blowjobs on the motorcycle, in places where we could get easily caught, in alleyways and bars et cetera. I had no name. When Master introduced me he' simply say, "This is a fucktoy of mine. Do you need your cock sucked?" or some other such thing.

When Master got in trouble with the law my body always got him out of it. I can't tell you how many times I got double assfucked with batons in order to allow my Master to avoid jail time. I think he did it just to watch some cops use my ass well.

When Master needed a room for the night he'd have me get it from the desk clerk—usually by telling him to give Master one on the other side of the motel from the room for me---and letting the desk clerk send up as much cock as he wanted to use me.

Master generally kept me nude and available at all times. He delighted in leading me around by a leash attached to my cock rings and/or nipples. I delighted in the fact that I was his slut.

My body got tanned quickly from never wearing clothes and I lost a lot of weight from all the activity I got daily, namely fucking. The kinks we did never seemed to end. Master was always on the lookout for a new one.

Once, Master decided it was time I was pulling my weight to earn money for the gang, so he had me make a porno—an all-male gangbang porno—and have the monies derived from its distribution deposited to an account for the gang. It was so successful that Master decided why not make a series of them. The series name is "My Gangbang Male Slut."

As you can imagine the series consists of this slut being fucked long, hard, often and by many simultaneously. From time to time a female or two is thrown in for good measure to tempt our audience, even if it is mostly gay.

I've been in situations, all real, that would make most people cringe. If you can think of a kink I've done it. At one point, after earning large amounts of money for the gang, they decided I could make them even more if they improved upon me. I was taken in for surgery and the size of my cock was nearly doured, in fact I was so large as to be a sideshow circus freak—the man with the 3' long, 5" across cock!

I was now so large that even if I could be with a woman she would have to be an extraordinary one to be able to handle my cock. Of course Master delighted in having numerous women try to tame my cock as a way of proving that I was permanently theirs.

This was, of course, only one of the body modifications to me. Other, later, modifications including more piercings, several tattoos and being branded on my ass with the words "slut whore" on my left asscheek and "use me" on my right asscheek. There was no going back now—tattoos can be removed fairly easily, but brandings are a longer, more painful story altogether.

So, if you are ever on the beach and see a man in a men's leather thong bikini, check his behind. It might be me.

And you know I am up for something so use me. I will eat every drop of your cum.

I guarantee you will have lots of fun, however, or whomever you use me with!!!

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The Power of Cock



It was my Sophomore year in College and once again my girlfriend was too busy with homework to spend time with me. We hadn't done anything sexual in a while so I was feeling deprived and extremely horny. I needed to jack off like crazy but my roommate was in the room so I went to the bathroom in the food court building.

It was a quiet place. There was only one guy in there and he was at the urinal. I figured he would leave soon so I sat on the stall and took my six-inch erection out and started to jerk it quietly. Then the door opened and some other guy walked towards the urinal. I could see all this through that small space between the door and stall wall. The first guy turned to the side showing his cock to the guy who just came in. It was huge! It was thicker and longer than mine and rock hard. The second guy fell to his knees and opened his mouth. Then the one standing up shoved his cock right into his open mouth!

I was masturbating furiously now. I had never seen another guy's dick before and sure as hell never seen a guy suck one. But I was mesmerized and turned on by the whole thing. The guy standing up grabbed the back of the cock suckers head and started to power his mouth to bob back and forth on his cock faster and faster. I could hear gagging noises as he powerd this guy to take the entire length of his shaft in his mouth. The guy standing up groaned and I knew he had cum in this other guy's mouth! The standing guy zipped up and the cock ucker left.

I was so turned on by this, cum started dripping from my cock. I pointed it towards the stall wall and it squirted massive streams of cum onto the wall.

I had just ripped some toilet paper from the wall to clean it up when I heard a voice say, "Don't bother cleaning it up. There is a lot cum stains on that stall."

I didn't know what to do other than get out of there quick. I wiped the cum off my dick, zipped up, and opened the door. The guy was standing there writing something on a piece of paper. I went to the sink and quickly washed my shaking hands.

"So you liked what you saw? I think you would make a good cocksucker, I could always use another one. Here's my number." He hands me the paper.

I take it and say, "You don't understand I'm strait, I have a girlfriend..."

"Exactly why you need dick, it's so much better. Guys always want sex and don't play games about it. Doesn't matter if you want a blow job or a cock in your mouth, there is always someone willing to please you. Call me when you're ready"

He walked out and I put the paper in my pocket just for the heck of it.

The next day was Saturday and my roommate went home for the weekend. My girlfriend came over but she had to study for a big exam so she didn't have much time. She gave me a quick blow job as I lie on the bed. But instead of just lying their like normal, I grabbed her head and started controlling her up and down movements. I kept pushing her down faster and faster, deeper and deeper till I heard her gag. She was moaning as I powerd her to suck even harder and finally came in her mouth. She remarked how different that was and much bigger my load was. Then she left.

I laid there and thought about the BJ. One of the reamisters it turned me on so much was because I was imagining that I was the one giving it. I just kept wondering what it feels like to take a cock in your mouth the entire time. My dick was getting hard again and I couldn't get that thought out of my head. I just kept thinking about that big cock I saw in the bathroom and what it must feel like to suck it. It was driving me nuts. To make matters worse I noticed the guy's number was a campus number so their would be no problem meeting with him if I called. The urge grew and grew til I couldn't contain it anymore. I called the number.

It rang and he picked up.

"Hi I'm the guy from the bathroom. I want to get together and do that thing you were talking about."

"And what was that?"

"You know. The walls are thin around here I don't want people to hear me say that word."

"But I thought you wanted a manly cock in that virgin mouth of yours."

"I do"

"Not bad enough if you're not willing to say it. Sorry, my cock's reserved for people who really want it."

"But I do want it!"

"You want to be my cock sucker?"

"Yes!"

"You want to get on your knees and feel my big hard erection fill your mouth?"

"Yes!"

"Prove it! Say it to me now!"

"I want your cock!"

"And what do you want to do with it?"

"I want it in my mouth! I want to suck your cock! I want to be your cocksucker!"

"Good."

And with that he gave me his address and told me to come over now. I ran out the door and ran across campus to his dorm. I didn't care if anyone had heard me back at the dorm. I didn't care about anything at the moment accept getting a cock in my mouth.

I got to his door and he let me in. He immediately took his cock out of his pants. It was fully erect. He pointed it towards me and held it firmly in his hand. He told me to take off my clothes and get on my knees. I obeyed. Once I was on my knees naked he approached me and held his big hard cock just inches from my face. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. There I was totally naked and exposed in front of another man for the first time and all I could think about was what it would feel like to suck his cock

He grabbed my head by the hair and powerd me to look up at him. "If you want it, you have to give yourself to cock. Once you suck my dick you belong to my dick. You become my cocksucking faggit slave and I become your master. Are we clear cocksucker?"

"Yes master. Please let me suck your cock."

He pushed it through my parted lips. I felt his head slowly move into my mouth and I closed my lips around it. It was incredible to finally having his huge hard cock in my mouth. It was even better then I imagined. I had never been so turned on. I twirled my tongue around it trying to impermisterate what my girlfriend does to mine. Three more inches of his hard erection was in my mouth. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started to bob my head slowly back and forth taking more and more of it in. I wanted to take the whole damn thing in my mouth. Then I felt his hands on the back of my head and I let go of his dick. He pulled it completely out and shoved it powerfully back in my mouth. He started to work hips back and forth thrusting his cock into my mouth harder and harder, deeper and deeper. He shoved the whole length of it down my throat! I gagged, it felt incredible. He was using my mouth to get off like it was some pussy. He was yelling, "Take it cocksucker! Take my cock!"

Then he moaned and and slowed it down. He held my head firmly in place. Then all of sudden, I felt the streams of liquid shooting down my thoat! I tried to move my head but he held it in place powering me to take it. He was cumming in my mouth! I couldn't believe it. Once I realized that, I was even more turned on. The streams of warm man juice shot down my throat til it turned into a dribbling salty stream I gleefully liked off his head. When the cum stopped he pulled out and zipped up. He said he had no more use for me at that moment and I could leave now. I put on my clothes quietly, my head still spinning from the experience. I was nervous but excited. He asked me for my number and where I live and I told him. As I left he told me he would see me tomorrow.

The next day I hear a knock on the door at about 1:00PM. I open the door to find it's him.

"Hello, cocksucker," he said.

I couldn't believe he said that in the hall! I nervously motioned him in. He walked in.

"Get on your knees, cocksucker! It's time for you to swallow my dick again!" he said loudly.

I cringed and whispered, "Don't say it so loud! My nieghbors will hear you."

"Don't say what? That you're my cock sucking faggit slave who lives to have dick in his mouth?" He said even louder, smiling while I squirmed. He unziped his pants and took his big hard erection out. He holds it firmly in his hand and I look at it with awe. Suddenly I cared less about what everyone around me heard and more about that piece of man meat being down my throat.

He continued to yell, "If you want my cock they'll be no more complaints! Get on your knees now slave and suck your Master's dick!"

"Yes Master!" I dropped to my knees and took his man meat in my hand as I ran my tongue up and down the side of his giant cock. I ran my tongue all over it getting it nice and wet. I tongued and sucked on his balls and he groaned loudly. Then, suddenly, I took his whole cock in my mouth and began to bob back and forth wildly on his swollen tool. I held onto his ass for leverage as I madly sucked his dick. I kept taking it in as deep as I could. Occasionally I found my nose hitting his pubic hair and his balls slapping against my chin.

He grabbed the back of my head to make sure I continued the motion while yelling, "Yes, suck my cock, you faggit! Take it! Suck your Master's cock! Take my dick, cocksucker! Take it!! Take it!!!"

He just kept getting louder and louder. It was okay because I wanted him to. I wanted my master to scream so loud the whole dorm would hear how well I sucked his cock. All I cared about was getting that cock in my mouth off.

Suddenly he pulls out. I'm afraid I did something wrong but then I see him rapidly stroking his hard cock. I had seen enough pornos to know what was next but he said it anyway, "I'm gonna cum on your face cocksucker! You're gonna wear your Master's cum on your face! Get ready for it, faggit!"

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as wide as I could as a huge stream of hot gooey cum shoots into my mouth. He purposely misses my mouth with his next few squirts. I feel stream after stream of his warm cum hit my face. It was all over my nose and forehead. I felt his warm, hard cock rub against my cheek, rubbing his dribbling jizz on my cheek. His cock then travels across my lips to my other cheek and finally to my chin, marking each place with his cum. His cock pulled away and hung in front of my dripping, cum soaked face. I could feel my master's cum oozing down my face, dripping onto the floor. I opened my eyes to see his cock in front of me.

"You like wearing your Master's cum don't you faggit?"

"Yes, Master."

"But you do need to get cleaned up don't you?"

"Yes, Master"

"I want you to walk over to the bathroom and wash you face off"

"But Master it's across the hall. People will see.."

"Shut up, faggit! Do as I say!"

I had no choice. I got up and opened the door. I walked directly to the bathroom. Several people where in the hall but I didn't look at them. I got to the sinks and washed my face off. The guys in the bathroom looked at me but didn't say anything. I wiped my face dry with a paper towel and hurried back to the room. By then my Master is gone.

Two days had passed and I hadn't heard anything from my Master. I really missed the feeling of his cock in my mouth. My girlfriend and I were supposed to get together that night when he finally called me. He told me to come over right away. It was only an hour before my girlfriend was supposed to come over. I told him I couldn't make it, that I needed to see my girlfriend tonight. He told me I should break up with her but I didn't want to. He told that his cock was better for me and that I didn't need her anymore because I was his slave now. He demanded I get rid of her or no more cock. I begged him not to, I just couldn't bare to lose her. He changed his mind and told me to instead come over right now and that would be enough. I asked him to make it quick so I could meet with my girlfriend. He chuckled and agreed.

When I got over there he standing there completely naked with an unerect dick . Even unerect I couldn't keep my eyes off his huge member. He told me to take off my clothes and get on the bed. I obeyed. He then proceeded to tie my hands to the bed post.

His naked body mounted my bare chest as he furiously stroked his cock. I didn't take long for it to get hard. He proceeded to grab my head with both hands and shoved his erection into my mouth. I was completely plaint and let him use my mouth as his own permisterally pussy. His hips thrust it in deep, hard, and fast. As he kept going it felt I was going fetish on it but, with my hands tied, I couldn't do anything about it. He kept yelling at me to "Take it!" I was completely at his mercy. He pulled out and turned around so his back was against the headboard and his balls were hanging just above my mouth. He then proceeded to point his erection downward and shoved it down my throat. He proceeded to fuck my pussy mouth that way.

He kept this up in various positions for three hours, cumming about four times. I was a whore flat on my back just begging to be fucked over and over. I just couldn't get enough of my master's cock. I was so helpless the entire time. It was great.

When I got back to my room and realized how much time had passed I immediately called my girlfriend and apologized. She was furious but she was willing to let me make it up to her the next night.

The next night she arrived at my dorm room and I apologize again for standing her up. Then the phone rings. It's my Master. I tell him my girlfriend's here and that we're making up for last night. He told me I had to make a decision between her and his cock. He said I had to come over right now. He had something to show me that would make the decision easier. If I didn't come over know I would never see his cock again. He said it would only take a minute and this time he promises he'll let me leave anytime I want to. He didn't sound like I could negotiate with him at all. I couldn't give up his cock. I told my girlfriend one of my friends was in trouble, and that I would be back in twenty minutes. She grudgingly lets me go. I ran across campus not knowing what the hell I was going to do.

I got to my Master's room. He opened the door and there were two black guys in there with him. He shut the door.

"These are my friends. I told them how much you liked to suck cock and they thought they would try you out."

They each unzipped their pants pulling out the thickest, longest cocks I had ever seen. Their dark dicks weren't even erect and they were bigger and longer than my Master's. I stared at them for a moment and then my Master says "I have lot's of friends like them. But you can only have them and me if you dump your girlfriend right now. What do you say?"

I couldn't resist I had to have them. I said "yes" and he told me to drop to my knees. The black guys came over beside my and rubbed their long dicks on my cheeks. My Master dials my number and gives me the phone. My girlfriend picks up.

I told her I wanted to break up and that I never wanted to see her again. I hated to be mean to her, but it was only way to get her believe something that was this out of the blue. I told her she should've spent more time with me. My Master looks at me and tells me to tell her the real reamister or no more cock.

"Tell her you're a cocksucking faggit slave who's found a master. Tell her what you've been doing for the past few days," he commanded.

I couldn't disobey my Master or the newly erect black cocks that were pressed up against my face. I told her, "I've discovered the power cock and I don't need you anymore. I've become a cocksucking faggit slave. I've been on my knees sucking my Master's cock for the past five days. All I really want is a nice big cock in my mouth. I have to go now and suck some dick. Good bye."

She was crying as I hung up the phone. I didn't care. I now totally and completely belonged to my Master and that's all that mattered. I had no will but the will of his cock. We both knew it. I looked at my Master as both of the black guys pointed their incredibly long and hard erections at either side of my face.

Then my Master said,"You have my permission to suck both their cocks."

Immediately I took both of their dark fuck tools in my hand and began to swallow the one on my right. My head bobbed back and forth on it wildly trying to take more and more of the monstrously fat cock in my mouth each time. I firmly held unto the other black dick in my hand and slowly stroked the entire length of it's shaft as I furiously sucked the one in my mouth. Then I switched and sucked the one I had been stroking while giving a hand job to the cock that was dripping with my saliva. Both their tools were so big. I had to stretch my lips to get it all in my mouth and I couldn't even take their whole length in my mouth. Hell, I gagged just taking three fourths of it in.

I alternated between the two black dicks. At certain points they would grab my head and power me to suck harder and deeper till I fetishd on their man meat while yelling stuff at me like "Take my meat you little bitch! Suck my dick you little white bitch!" I loved ever minute of it.

Then my Master interrupted and pulled out his own hard cock and said I needed to suck that too. I had both black cocks in my hand as my Master walked toward me with an erection that already had precum on it's head. He wiped the precum on my lips and then I took his cock into my mouth. The thought of this cock being in my mouth for the rest of my life was a good one. I sucked his cock and then one of the black guys said, "Hey, our dicks are feeling deprived here, faggit."

My Master pulled his cock out and they formed a circle around me. I took turns blowing each one while the others were in my hands or rubbing precum on my cheek. I went from cock to cock faster and faster as they their growns of pleasure grew louder. Finally my master pushed me away and they all rapidly jacked their raging hard-ons right in front of my face. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. I felt a stream of warm cum shoot in my mouth followed by two more stream that simultaneously hit my upper face and mouth. More cum barrages followed which drenched my face completely in warm gooey, man jizz. I swallowed the massive loads I had in my mouth. They all zipped up, leaving me with a thick mask of cum on my face.

The black guys left while telling my Master how good his little cocksucking bitch is and that they want to come back sometime for more. My Master agreed. He closed the door and threw me a towel telling me to clean up, he wanted me to give him a nice long individual blow job now. I obeyed. This would be what it was like for the rest of my life, on my knees with a cock in my mouth. The life of a slave. What could be better?

Comment ma copine est devenu ma Maitresse



Je me présente rapidement, maintenant je m'appele Aline et je deviens l'objet des fantasmes de ma copine. J'ai 23 ans et depuis l'age de 21 ans je suis bi, enfin je pensais etre bi...
Ma copine n'était pas au courant de ma bi-sexualité, quand elle l'a découvert en regardant mes mails cela a changer totalement notre relation. Ma copine Aline, a continué a chercher et a trouver des photos de moi soumis à un homme plus agés que moi.
Elle m'assura qu'elle montrerais ces photos à mes amis de classes et ma famille si je ne devenais pas mister petit soumis. Par crainte de la réaction de ma famille et de mes amis j'ai accepeté. Elle m'oblige aussi a raconter mes exploits de soumis.
Aline me dit que je devais a tout moment etre a ces ordres, je ne pensais pas que ca allais finir de cette façon.
Durant une semaine le soir quand je rentrais je devais me ballader en string dans la maimister et l'attendre couché sur le canapé, Aline me sodomisais avec toute sortes d'objets! Je ne lui fesais plus l'amour elle me sodomisait tout les soirs.
La semaine suivante ma copine est venu avec un god ceinture et des menottes. Les soirs elle m'attachait avec les menottes et je devenais une véritable lope!!!
Un soir lorque je suis rentré Aline était deja la avec une boite pour moi, elle me dit d'aller me changer. J'ouvre cette boite et je voie un string transparent, le soutien gorge qui va avec, de quoi le rembourer, une petite jupe et un chemisier.
Aline me rappel les photos et me montre un mail avec des photos plus que comprométente pres a etre envoyé a toute ma famille et mon école.
J'execute directement ces ordres, Aline me fit enlever mon string et me rasa le sexe et l'anus. Je pensais qu'elle voulait me prendre en femme.
Elle m'attacha comme chaque soir les mains dans le dos mais cette fois ci elle me banda les yeux. On sorti de l'appart et on alla dans le garage.
Arrivé dans le garage, j'entendis de voix, j espèrer que se ne soit pas les voisins, les voix paressés jeunes, mais comment aller t il réagir en trouvant un homme dominé par sa femme comme ca. Aline dit bonjour aux permisternes que l'on croisa, je l'ai entendit rire. Aline me poussa contre une voiture et me leva la jupe, elle appela les jeunes et écarta mon string pour me mettre un petit god directement dans les fesses. Pris de honte je ne pouvais rien dire, mais une terrible érection me pris. Aline la remarqua, et on pris la voiture, je commencais a paniquer.
Quand on s'arreta, elle m'enleva mon bandage sur les yeux, nous étions sur une aire d'autoroute pleine de camion et tres peu éclairer. Aline m'emmena dans les toilettes me de fait attendre dans une cabine.
Je ne savais pas quoi faire, dans cette tenue je ne pouvais pas appeler a l'aide. trop honte de la situation.
Aline revient 5 min apres accompagné. je vis 2 hommes assez grand et plus baraqué que moi, j'avais compris ce qui allé se passer...
Aline me donna comme ordre d'etre au service de ces monsieurs. Les toillettes étant petit l'un des deux proposa que l'on aille dans sa remorque.
Le plus grand des deux m'arracha le string, je n'avais meme pas remarqué, mais j'avais le sexe tendu. En voyant ca Aline et les 2 hommes ont commencé a m'insulter de chiennes, de putes et lope.
Arrivé dans le camion, les 2 hommes me donne leur bite a sucer, je fais de mon mieux, je suce, j'aspire le gland, je prend mon role de lope au sérieux. les sexes que je sucais était grosse et longue, Aline poussait derrière ma tète pour que je les prennes le plus loin possible en bouche. Un des hommes arriva derrière moi de la position a genoux je passe a quatre pates. Aline donne a l'homme un tube de lubrifiant. Directement je sens qqch de froid sur ma rondelle et ca commence a forcé l'entrée de ma rondelle, je sent le tube se vider en moi...
Puis un gland commence a forcé l'entré de mon anus, je ne peux pas resister. Il penetre mon anus et commence a me limer. Celui de devant me baise carrement la bouche. Je commence a gémir de plus en plus fort, de douleur ce passe a plaisir.
Plaisir d'etre humilier devant la copine qui ne loupe rien, elle filme meme. Et remarque mon érection et soudaienement je jouie sur le sol, sans pour autant que l'on me touche le sexe. Les deux hommes en rigolent, ca rémisterne dans cette remorque j'ai peur que l'on ne découvre.
Aline ramasse mon sperme avec ces doigts et les essuie sur le sexe que je suce.
Mon anus me fait mal, mes fesses mistert pilonné durant 20 bonnes minutes avant que je revoie ce sexe qui j'écula en plein visage. L'autre homme ne tarda pas a jouir, il fit pareil sur mon visage... Me voici humilier, plein de sperme, l'anus dilaté qui me fait mal et toujour au sol dans cette remorque.
Les deux routiers sortent de la cabine avec Aline, je les entend parler mais je ne comprend pas ce qu'ils disent. Aline revient dans la cabine m'enleve le reste de mes vetements et les 2 hommes me font descendre du camion, je me retrouve nu sur cette aire d'autoroute. Aline de banda les yeux a nouveaux et me fit avancer.
Je me retrouve dans l'herbe. J'entend des pas qui se rapproche. Au bout de quelques minutes Aline m'enleva mon bandeau, je me retrouve au milieux de cinq hommes qui se mastrubent. Chaucun mister tour, ils m'éjaculent au visage. J'ai le visage plein de sperme et Aline filme bien tout ces détails.
Les hommes autour de moi ont tous encore le sexe a l'air. Aline leur dit me passer la douche, je me retrouve plein d'urine. Je me fais traiter de tous les noms et ils partent tous en me laissant comme ca...
Aline m'a promis que ce n'était qu'un début et que j'allais payer de l'avoir trompé durant autant de temps....
Je ne pensais pas que j'allais prendre du plaisir a ce point...

Une dominatrice soumise.



Alex, belle blonde de vingt cinq ans, cheveux courts, est une dominatrice connue dans les soirées libertines. Elle a un corps de rêve, mais se croit tout permis. Ses amis, hommes ou femmes, la craignent. Rien ne l'arrête. Une fois, lors d'une soirée, elle s'approche d'un couple, saisit la femme par les cheveux, et lui donne un baiser farouche.
-Je te l'emprunte une petite heure, dit-elle.
Pendant une heure, Alex va jouer avec la femme, jusqu'à la faire crier de plaisir. Pourtant, au cours d'une soirée, elle va faire une rencontre surprenante. La fête se déroule au bord d'une piscine chez un couple nouvellement installé. Alex est vêtue d'un short moulant, et d'un petit haut. Parmi les invités, il y a Jade, une jeune coréenne de vingt ans, étudiante en faculté de médecine. Elle veut se spécialiser dans l'anatomie du corps humain. Elle est vêtue d'une jupe assez courte, et d'un bustier. Elle connait Alex de réputation, et ne comprend pas que permisterne ne l'est mise aux plis. Les deux femmes se croisent au buffet. Leur regard se défient.
-Tiens, celle qui sème la terreur parait-il, dit Jade, tu as besoin d'être mâtée toi.
-A bon, sourit Alex, celle qui me mâtera n'est pas encore née. Et c'est surement pas toi. Je te conseille de ne pas trop me provoquer.
La fête bat mister plein. Jade décide de se retirer dans le salon, pour se reposer cinq minutes. Le variateur de lumière est au plus bas. Et là, surprise, Alex qui se pointe pour aller aux toilettes. Dans la demi obscurité, elle ne voit pas Jade assise sur le fauteuil. L'attaque est fulgurante. Elle est littéralement happée par Jade qui la couche, dos sur ses genoux, les reins cassés. Alex essaie de se libérer, mais elle est maintenue par le cou, d'une main ferme. L'autre main écarte la ceinture du short. Alex se débat, agite ses jambes, totalement écartées, pour empêcher la main qui la fouille de progresser. D'un coup, elle s'arrête, net, comme paralysée. Jade lui a saisit le clitoris, qu'elle pince entre ses doigts.
-Aie, aie, crie Alex, lâche moi connasse.
-Chut, chut, fais pas de bruit, lui conseille Jade, tu vas attirer tout le monde. Tu veux tout de même pas qu'ils voient la dominatrice se faire humilier. Mais ma main est un peu serrée, défait ton short s'il te plait.
-Vas te faire foutre, refuse Alex, aie, aie.
-Tu vas obéir oui, défait ton short je t'ai dis.
Alex, en larmes, ôte le bouton, fait glisser la fermeture éclair du mini Short.
-Tu vois ce qu'on peut faire faire à une femme quand on lui tiens le clitoris. Ta chatte a un joli duvet, çà doit être un plaisir de la caresser. Mais moi, j'aime pas imposer les gens, je préfère attendre qu'ils me le demandent.
Jade est très patiente. C'est sur, elle veut humilier Alex. Elle veut qu'elle se soumette, qu'elle supplie. Ce n'est pas le genre d'Alex, mais va-t-elle avoir le choix, malgré mister air de dominatrice. Et que vont dire les autres. Se faire dominer par une gamine de vingt ans. Toutes les possibilités défilent dans sa tête. Elle n'en voit qu'une. Subir, quitte à passer pour une conne.
-On va se retirer dans une chambre, toute les deux, OK? On sera plus tranquille. Oh, tu réponds!
-Aie, oui, comme tu veux.
Voilà les deux filles qui s'éclipsent à l'abri des regards indiscrets, ce qui arrange Alex. Arrivé dans la chambre, Jade ordonne à Alex de se déshabiller, et de s'allonger sur le lit. Alex baisse la tête.
-Qu'est-ce-que tu vas me faire? Demande-t-elle. Tu vas me faire mal?
-Pas du tout, sourit Jade. Je veux juste m'amuser avec toi.
Jade ne prend même pas la peine de se déshabiller. C'est elle maintenant la dominatrice. Elle se couche à côté d'Alex, et lui caresse les seins. Puis elle se penche pour l'embrasser. Alex fuit le baiser en tournant la tête. la claque sur ses fesses est cinglante.
-Tu as pas l'air d'avoir compris, gronde Jade. La prochaine fois, çà fera plus mal.
Jade place sa main entre les cuisses d'Alex, et caresse le court duvet. Elle fait une nouvelle tentative, avortée. Elle saisit un poil du pubis, et l'arrache.
-Aie, aie, hurle Alex, pas çà, aie. Je ferai ce que tu voudras, mais arrête
Jade se penche une énième fois, et cette fois, bécote les lèvres d'Alex. Celle ci, un moment passive, se prend au jeu.Elle entrouvre ses lèvres, et répond au baiser. sa langue s'enroule autour de celle de Jade, qui lui caresse toujours les seins. Alex saisit une main de Jade, et l'a guide entre ses cuisses.
-Caresse moi la chatte, soupire-t-elle, le clitoris aussi.
-A quand même, sourit Jade, tu as compris. Tu vas voir comme je vais te faire jouir.
Au bout de dix minutes, Alex hurle de plaisir. Un orgasme terrible.
-Oh putain, vas-y, doigte moi, que c'est bon, ha, ha.

Deux heures plus tard, Jade emmène Alex chez elle. Elle l'a fait mettre à quatre pattes sur la moquette.
-Suis moi, petite chienne, écoute ta maitresse.
Alex obéit. La soumission est totale. Une bonne partie de la nuit, Jade vas jouer avec sa proie, la faire crier de plaisir, jusqu'à l'épuisement. Pour finir, elle quitte enfin mister string, relève sa minijupe, et s'accroupit sur la bouche d'Alex. Elle lui soulève sa tête entre ses cuisses.
-Allez salope, bouffe moi ma petite chatte. Moi aussi je veux jouir. Et dans ta bouche. Ta langue, bien sur mon bouton, voilà, comme çà, très bien, ha. Tu sais y faire toi, hein? Tu vas ma faire cracher, oui, oui, ha. Sale pute.
Jugeant que sa victime avait eu sa dose pour cette nuit, Jade regagne sa chambre, laissant Alex sur la moquette.

Le lendemain matin, Alex arrive en peignoir dans le salon. Jade est en train de prendre mister petite déjeuner. Elle est vêtue d'une chemise de nuit en soie, ultra courte.
-Tu m'embrasses pas, dit Jade, même la politesse il faudra que je t'apprenne.
Ales s'avance, et se penche sur Jade. Celle-ci la power à s'asseoir sur ses genoux. Elle lui dénoue le peignoir, et commence à la caresser.
-Alors petite chatte, on s'est bien faite donner cette nuit, hein? Polismisterne. Par contre, il faudra la raser, OK? Comme une petite fille. Allez, va prendre ta douche, tes habits mistert prêts à la salle de bain.
Alex revient, vêtue d'une minijupe, et d'un caraco.
-J'ai pas trouvé de culotte, dit-elle, ni de soutien gorge.
-Tu n'en as plus besoin, répond Jade. C'est ta nouvelle tenue à partir d'aujourd'hui. Mais fais voir ton minou. C'est bien. Je vais me préparer, on va aller en ville. On a des invités ce soir, il faut que je t'habille.

Les deux filles rentrent dans la boutique de lingerie sexy. C'est Noémie, une jeune métis de Jade qui en est gérante.
-Bonjour ma chérie, tu as eu mon coup de fil. J'espère que tu as ce qu'il faut pour ma copine.
-Mais bien sur mon amour, répond Noémie, venez dans la cabine.
Elles font essayer à Alex que des habits d'écolières. La jupe est si courte, qu'on voit la naissance de la fente. Quand au haut, il cache juste le bout des seins. Alex est rouge de honte. Noémie glisse une main entre ses cuisses, lui caresse les lèvres. Alex ferme les yeux.
-Hum, fraichement rasée, sourit-elle. Comme je les aime. Et toi Jade, fais voir.
Noémie passe une main entre les jambes de Jade. Celle-ci a un mouvement de recul.
-Quoi, gronde Noémie, un string. Tu m'as désobéis, tu sais ce que çà mérite. Une fessée. On réglera le problème ce soir. En attendant, tu me quittes çà.
-Non ma chérie, c'est un oubli. Faut pas m'en vouloir.
-J'ai dis, on règlera la problème ce soir, et tu la fermes, d'accord?
Alex croise le regard de Jade. Serait-elle soumise à Noémie La soirée s'annonce pleine de surprise. La jeune black prend Alex tendrement par la nuque, et l'embrasse.
-A ce soir mon amour, dit-elle. Je serai pas seule. tu vas voir comme on va bien s'amuser.
Jade crève de jalousie. Une larme coule sur sa joue. Les filles prennent les paquets, et s'en vont.
-C'est ta maitresse? Demande Alex.
-Ta gueule, répond Jade, çà te regarde pas.
-Pardon, dit Alex, je voulais pas te vexer.