les histoires de chrislebo

I climbed into my car to drive hope, and for a few minutes all I could do was sit there as the days events replayed in my mind. There I was sat in stockings and suspenders and a spunk filled thong. But my hardening cock told me that I would be following the instructions I had received by email earlier that afternoon, to shave all my body hair off, so that I could please my anonymous mistress.

As I stopped at the 24 hour grocery store I realised I didn't know what I needed, never mind, I'd just have to work it out when I could see what there was.

The range was incredible, as many different razors as in the men's section, then there was wax, depilatory creams, it looked so confusing, how do women decide what to use?. That's when I realized that someone was stacking the shelves just along from where I was, she looked in her late teens, probably working her way through college. Then she stopped and asked if I needed any help, caught again, what to say, so I started to stutter that I'd been sent to buy something to remove body hair.

"Her's or your's?" she replied

Rather nervously I replied "mine"

"Well that's fine, if its just a one off then a razor would be fine, but for longer lasting results the wax would be better. And if you want a hand doing those hard to reach places then I finish in 20 minutes and you can give me a lift home, you'll never manage you're back on your own, and by the way my name's Emma"

She stood smiling at me, and my cock overtook my mind as I agreed.

I paid for the items Emma had told me to, and went and sat in my car to wait for her to finish work. As she climbed into the passenger seat she smiled and gave me directions to where she lived, she told me not to worry as her flat-mate would be away all night, so we wouldn't be interrupted as she removed every hair from my body. Only then did it cross my mind that maybe there were things that I didn't want her to see, I still had my new stockings on, and Zoe's thong that I'd filled with cum at lunchtime. But it was too late to back out now, and she directed me towards her apartment.

As we walked into Emma's apartment she offered me a take, because I'd probably need one when she started to wax me. I nodded and said I'd have whatever she was takeing, and with that she went off to the kitchen.

When she returned, she held two???? I should have realised she probably wouldn't be takeing beer, which was what I really wanted, but I couldn't now turn down the glass being offered to me.

"So are we going to start on your back then, as that's the bit you'll find hardest?" and when I nodded She continued," Off with your shirt then, we can't do this fully clothed now, can we."

Now was the moment of truth, as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, my thong encased cock getting harder every second. As I bent down to put my shirt on the floor, I could feel Emma's hand on my back, and with a flick of her finger my suspender belt snapped back into place.

"Well what have we here? We seem to be slightly less than a man in our choice of underwear don't we?"

All I could do was stutter, as she continued, "It looks like this little game of yours is a lot more serious than I thought, now what do you have to say for yourself little panty boy?"

I told her about having worn my ex-girlfriends' thong, because nothing else had been clean, and that ever since one of my work colleagues had been blackmailing me.

"I see, I assume that means they are the ones who got you dressed like that, and they have told you to rid yourself of all that hair. Mmm, think maybe we should get you undressed now, and start getting rid of all that hair, hairy legs are never good in stockings."

"You know, I really think they have hit upon a wonderful idea."

And with that she started to laugh.

I could do nothing but comply with her demand that I strip off, after all I'd willingly gone home with her, so I closed my eyes, pushed my shoes off and started to undo my belt, her hand struck my ass as she told me to stop messing about and get them off, so seconds later there I was stood only in stockings and suspenders with a very stained white thong on, my reaction though was plainly evident, as my rapidly hardening cock pushed out of the thong, and pre-cum glistened on the tip.

"You can stop those thoughts RIGHT NOW, if you think I'm going to play with your little cocklet you've got another thing coming. Now sit still and we'll start on your hairy chest."

As Emma ripped the first wax strip from my chest I screamed, I couldn't believe how painful it was just trying to please my mistress. Emma looked sympathetic, as she told me to remove the thong and stockings I was wearing, as she had an idea that would take my mind off the pain.

My mind raced, and my cock rose up as I considered what she might have in mind.

Emma held out her hand as I removed my thong and said, "You have been making a mess of these haven't you, I think they could do with washing."

And with that she pushed it into my mouth and told me to be quiet.

I started to protest and my hand went towards my mouth to remove the sweaty salty tasting item, but she grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, and then told me to give her my other arm.

She then used my stockings to tie my arms behind my back.

"Right, now we have that understood, I'll continue."

Slowly Emma removed every trace of hair from my body and legs, leaving only that which was on top of my head.

The pain of the waxing was only dulled slightly as I tasted my creamy spunk on the thong she had used as a gag.

When she had finished she stood back and looked pleased with her efforts.

"Now I hope you realise that I shall be expecting you to repay me for my kindness, but I am tired, I have taken you business card, and I'll be in touch, so get dressed now, I think you've had all the fun you deserve this evening." And with that she walked to be door and held it open. All I could do was meekly comply, so I quickly dressed, and left to go home.

The drive home seemed to pass in a blur, as my mind raced at 1000 miles an hour, wondering where all this was taking me.

When I walked in the front door I knew I had to see what was in my parcel.

As I opened it I saw a note,

"You are a very lucky panty boy, when I explained to Dorothy (the customer you barely managed to speak to) what you had Really been doing in my shop, she decided to buy you a little gift."

And then I saw the little pink negligee with matching lace panties, and I just knew that I would be wearing them tonight.

So having sorted out my new lingerie, and after trying to wash off the waxy residue in the shower, I put on my fabulous new negligee.

The sheer fabric felt so soft against my skin, and I wondered what I had been missing all these years. I was exhausted, but relax seemed a thousand miles away, all I wanted to do was see and touch myself wearing such sexy lingerie.

But I knew I had to relax, I was tired, and I couldn't be late for work, I'm not sure I would have been able to give the real reamister I was so tired.

So I went to bed and tried to relax, but all night I tossed and turned, wondering what the punishment would be for relieving my aching cock.

I couldn't see how my tormentor would know, but somehow I knew she would and that I wouldn't enjoy the results, especially if she put a stop to what was happening.

When eventually my alarm sounded, and awoke me from what little relax I'd had, I could see a damp patch on my panties, and then I knew that whatever happened, my days of wearing men's underwear had finished forever.

As the steam from the shower filled the bathroom I took off my negligee, and inspected my hairless body, and realised that I would need to shop in a whole different section for my toiletries, because when I was just a 'bloke' I'd never seen the need to moisturise, or pluck my eyebrows, but I realised I now actually wanted to do these things.

As I climbed out of the shower, I stopped before I started to get dressed, I was sure an ex had left some body moisturiser somewhere. It only took a couple of minutes to find, and a few more to build the courage to use it, but as I started to apply it my doubts were erased. It felt so good, and somehow so right to be so feminine in my daily preparation, how could I have gone so long without realising the joy of femininity.

As a regular guy I'd always enjoyed looking at sexy panties and thongs, and thought it was just because of the women wearing them, I had never realised the pleasure in wearing them.

But my daydreaming had to wait, as I realised the time, I needed to get dressed if I wasn't going to be late for work.

As I rolled the stockings I had chosen the night before up my legs, my cock cried out for attention, I began to wonder how I would ever get the tiny pink thong I had selected on, I knew that I could have taken myself in hand to relieve the frustration, but I had been specifically told that I must not play with my cock, though I wasn't sure I was going to need to touch it to make me fill my thong with hot creamy spunk for a second day.

Eventually I eased my throbbing member into the tiny piece of cloth covering my modesty, and quickly put on my suit, I had to hurry, I couldn't face answering the questions as to why I was late for work.

As I drove into work, I had a smile on my face for the first time since this had all begun, the feel of the stockings on my legs, and the way the suspenders felt on my thighs just felt so right, and knowing the shock everybody who knew me would feel if they could see my panties just added to the erotic feeling, and my cock made the thong rather uncomfortable as it caused the fabric to stretch, and pulled it into my ass.

I was first to arrive in our office, and I had to resist the urge to release my throbbing cock from its lacy primister. Ten minutes later, when Gemma walked through the door, she greeted me with a smile, and said she hoped I hadn't been there all night, and that she'd really enjoyed her unexpected early finish yesterday.

I assured her that I'd been home, and that I was really pleased with everyone's efforts in producing a really great presentation for the company to send to all its potential customers.

"Great!" said Laura as she walked through the door, "that must mean you're taking us all out for dinner tonight, it is Friday after all."

I gulped, it was difficult enough remembering not to give away any hint of what I was wearing. But how could I say no, I'd been warned about failure to comply with every request.

So I replied, "of course ladies, how about we go for takes after work and then I'll treat you all to dinner."

Then Gemma replied, "Sounds like a great idea, I'll book us a table. I've got somewhere nice in mind."

I couldn't help wondering where we'd be going, and whether I'd need to make sure I had my credit card.

They said nothing more about the evening, that morning other than to tell Sophie, who seemed to like the idea.

Time seemed to stand still all morning, with no contact from my tormentor, but the wonderful feeling on my legs whenever my suit moved over my nylon clad thighs.

I left for a walk at lunchtime as I couldn't cope cooped up any longer. My cock hardened every time I moved, and what I had on underneath my suit kept reminding me of the position I was in. Only when I returned to my desk did I receive the attention I had been craving all day, there was a small packet on my desk, and a new email in my inbox.

"My little panty slave, you have done well today, I see you have followed my instructions. But if you wish to take me for dinner then I need you to do my laundry for me.

I visited the gym before work this morning, but forgot to pack any clean panties for after my shower, so I want you to clean the ones on your desk for me, so I can year them again this evening, when you have finished leave them back on your desk

Mistress xxx"

The old me, the one who had known exactly who he was, and what he wanted from life and love when he got up on Monday morning was saying this is wrong, how could you clean panties with your tongue? But that me was gone, the new me, who was sat wearing stockings and a thong under his conservative suit was thrilled with the task, and was overjoyed that his mistress was bestowing her attention on him.

As I walked to the toilets with my treasured parcel I had to stop myself from grinning from ear to ear, and as I pulled out the black bikini panties I could smell a heady mixture of sweat at female arousal, and as I unfolded them I could see the heavy staining on the cotton gusset, that had so recently been held tight against my mistresses damp pussy. Like a moth drawn to a light I could not wait to bury my face into the sweet smelling dampness, and taste the slightly salty stain I had been left to clean.

And clean it I did, savouring the taste, as I pushed the gusset into my mouth to work on cleaning them with my tongue. I must have been gone for over ten minutes, enjoying my little panty task, and hoping I wouldn't be missed. Eventually, though, I knew I had to return, so replaced the panties in the packet and walked back to my desk, trying desperately to hide the bulge where my cock was staining to free itself from the tiny thong I was wearing.

The afternoon passed quietly, the parcel disappearing when I'd left my desk for a minute, until I received another email just after 5.00.

"Well done my little slave, mistress is pleased with your cleaning efforts and I am wearing my freshly laundered panties. Mistress thinks that slave should take us all for takes now."

When I finished reading, I realised there was no point in prevaricating. So I looked up from my computer screen and said, "Right ladies, you've all been working hard all week, and for that I apologise, but I think it's time I took you all out for a few takes and a meal."

I looked to see if there was any reaction from the three women before me, but they all smiled, and I couldn't tell if it was because they knew what I had just done, or whether it was the thought of free takes and a night out.

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The Deacon's Wife is Transformed


I can't believe I am doing this!" Lisa Tyrol said to herself as she lay on the tattoo chair, her feet in the stirrups. A few months ago if you told her that she would be here, she would have told you that you were crazy.

But here she was getting ready to have her hood pierced

She had always been a bit conservative to say the least, a good Baptist, Sunday school teacher. She wore long skirts everyday regardless of the weather. She was an attractive Afro American woman in her early 50's. She stood at least 5 foot 2; she kept her body in good form by working out at the church gym in the basement. Her 36B breasts firm with little sag.

Her husband Charles or Chuck as he liked to be called, h e was a little bit older then her , a former football running back stooping over a little as former injuries bothered him more now as got older. He was one of the church deacons and on the church board.

Sex for them was few and far between these days as he was taking red pressure medications which kept his 8 inch cock flaccid.

Sex toys and masturbation where totally out of the question for Lisa. And she would never cheat on Chuck. But that all changed when the church has some remodeling work done.

Lisa was working out in the church basement one late afternoon. She was wearing some loose fitting sweats and an old Yale T-shirt... She was sweating up a storm and was wiping away the sweat when one of the construction workers came in to put his tools in the job box.

He nodded to her and she whispered a soft hello back at him.

He bent over the job box and put the tools inside. While bent over Lisa could see his cargo shorts hugging his rear-end. She blinked and then realized that she caught him staring at her.

"Pardon me but do you know how much longer it will be for complete the job? " She asked.

'Probably another couple of weeks Ma'am." His voice rough like sandpaper

She finally noticed that he had crystal blue eyes His smile completed by a brush of a mustache. Her heart started to race like never before.

"Have a good night Ma'am!" He said and walked out of the church basement.

Lisa tried to stop thinking of this white man.

"Stop it, Stop it!" She muttered all the way home in the car but she couldn't. That voice. That smile, those eyes, and the smell of sawdust on his clothes. It all made her flush.

Lisa jumped in the shower when she got home. As she soaped up her tight body she let her fingers brush her nipples. They reacted and became hard to her touch.

Her mind kept screaming "STOP!" But now her fingers slide down past the thick black bush of her pubic hair and then between her thighs. Her fingers touched her throbbing clit.

"Oh My god!" She moaned. She played with her full pussy lips, slipping two fingers inside herself. The water of the shower hitting her nipples.

Her fingers bringing her to a mind blowing orgasm. She kept frigging herself over and over thinking of his tight ass before her today.

She slowly slid down into the tub as her legs now felt like rubber.

Once she regained her composure she rinsed herself off and then dried herself off with a big fluffy towel.

That night as she lay in bed with Chuck, she moved over and took his cock in her mouth.

"Whoa girl whattcha doing?" Chuck asked.

She took her mouth off his semi hard cock for a moment.

"Well I thought I might try something different tonight." She went back to sucking his semi hard cock. Try as she might Chuck could not get up to full hardness.

They each rolled over to their side of the bed, frustrated once more.

The next morning Lisa and Chuck ate breakfast, he heard the limo service pull into the driveway. Today Chuck was going to a football camp for high school kids. He would be gone for about a month.

She went upstairs and dressed for the business day. A blue pull over blouse and a light green skirt that came all the way down to her ankles and some open toed sandals. As usual she wore her granny panties, as her flower called them. She tried to do some paper work but John kept creeping in her mind. She kept telling herself that it was wrong to think of another man. But the juices wetting her panties told her different.

Finally at noon she told her assistant, that she wasn't feeling well and was taking half a day. Instead of going home she went over to the church basement to work out her sexual frustration.

She did the treadmill and then some light weight lifting. She got on the leg press machine and all that it did was make her wetter. She stopped that and went over to bench press area.

She was grunting a little and didn't hear him come in.

"You need some help little lady?" His rough voice shocking her. Her hands sweaty and shaky, she could feel the bar begin to slip.

"Whoa careful there dear" His callous hands gripping the bar in the center.

"You should have someone spotting you when you do these presses Ma'am." He placed the barbell back on the stand. "I'd hate coming in here and finding your pretty self crushed."

"Well I um was feeling a bit edgy today and figured a good workout might help take the edge off." She said.

"Well here let me spot you for a few reps." He told her.

She lay back down on the bench and put her head under the bar. From this angle she had quite a few of his crotch. She started to sweat as she noticed the bulge in his khaki shorts.

He stood and looked up at the ceiling. He knew if he looked down at her, he would get aroused. But that did no good either as he was brought back to the real world as she grunted.

"Had enough?" He asked.

"Yes for now." She said. Her body covered in sweat.

"Thank You um, says what your name is?" She asked him.

"John Taylor!" He said

"Mine is Lisa Tyrol, It's nice to meet you John." She smiled at him with her little girl smile.

She noticed that his penis flinched when she smiled.

"Oh my, I do have an effect on him after all." She thought to herself. The dampness between her legs reminding of her attraction to him as well.

"Same time tomorrow John?" She finally said out loud

"You bettcha Lisa" He said and went back to looking in his job box.

She went home and did a repeat of yesterdays shower scene. Her orgasms just as strong as yesterday.

Meanwhile John knew that Lisa would be his soon.

As John taught Lisa how to use the weights properly their friendship grew.

After their work out one day, Lisa found her car had been stolen from the church parking lot. She called the cops and made a report. John offered her a ride home and she accepted.

When they got to her house. She asked him to come inside as she was a bit scared from today's events.

She told him to have a seat in the living room while she went to take a shower. John was flipping through a copy of a sports magazine when he heard Lisa call out his name.

He rushed upstairs and spoke through the door. "Lisa you okay in there?"

"Yes I am fine just forgotten to bring in a towel and I don't want to get soap in my eyes. Could you please get one from the linen closet?"

"Sure." He said

He found the towel, opened the door and closed his eyes. "Here's your towel Lisa on the towel"

"Could you hand it to me please John?"

He would have to open his eyes to hand her the towel. He did and saw the outline of her naked body through the frosted glass. She opened the shower door and he frozen in time."

There she stood her tight black body in front of him.

He pardoned himself and walked out of the room, then went back down stairs. He sat on the couch again, thinking "What did I get myself into now"

He didn't have to wait too soon as Lisa came down the stairs. She was dressed in her powder blue terry cloth robe. It was tied on the side by sash. She stood before him. He stood up.

"Enough of this fucking cat and mouse teasing Lisa. It is time to give you what you have looking at for the past week."

"John, what do you mean?" She asked.

He unbuckled his belt and let his shorts fall down around his knees; He kicked them off away from him.

"This!" And he stroked his cock

"John, no I am a married woman and I have never been with another man. Chuck is the only ma..."

He cut her off and kissed her hard. His hand taking hers and placing it on his cock.

"No, no John please doesn't do this." But her pleas were not very strong. She loved how his penis grew to life in her hand. She felt her vagina getting wet again.

He untied the sash and pushed the robe of her shoulders. She went to cover herself with her arms but he blocked them away.

He pushed her down to her knees.

"You want to suck my cock don't you Lisa?" He hissed down at her.

"Yes I want to lick your penis John." She could not bring herself to say that word.

It is a cock, girl. Call it what it is "He said

"I can't John I just can't" Tears formed on her cheeks as she said it

He took his cock and slapped it against her face.

"Say it girl."

"Co co cck "She said as she hesitated "Now that wasn't so bad was it Lisa?"

"No it wasn't, John and what a pretty white cock ii is." She this times the word coming off her tongue easier "I can teach you so much Lisa" John said

Lisa felt a shiver run up her spine.

And the next few weeks he did.

She was still the deacon's wife during the day. Long skirts and all. But underneath all that clothing she was John's slut.

Her body was his to use. She found out she liked her asshole to be licked, not just by Master John but my other sluts of his. They helping her learn how to serve and pleasure Master John

The Granny panties were burned the day after her cunt was depleted of all hair. She loved the feel of its smoothness now. . She also loved the butt plug that Master John required her to wear everyday to work.

"Are you ready, slut?" John said.

"Yes Master." She said quietly.

Her hood was numbed and then pierced. She felt the pressure but not the pain. A mirror was placed before her pussy so she could see her new jewelry.

She smiled at it and looked up at Master John.

"Thank You Master John; I am now your full time slut."

He leaned over and kissed her. Then snapped a leather collar around her neck, the O ring dangling. He attached the leash to it and led her to the car. He took her to his home, her new home where she would spend many happy days

She called work and resigned. She called Chuck and told him she had met someone and was fine. She would not contest a divorce.

She hung up the phone and looked at herself in the full length mirror. Lisa was gone and in her place stood Carmel. John's slut.

She went and knelt at his side. He took her chin in his hand and lifted her face up

"Welcome home Carmel"

"Thank You Master, it is good to be home."

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Crossdresser Gets Found Out



One day as soon as I knew my wife would be away all day, I got out my secret bag of goodies that I had collected over the years from shops and Ebay. First I stripped off completely and the expectation I had, had already made me hard so I couldn't resist a quick stroke of my 7 1/2" shaven cock. On went my pvc suspender belt and then I slowly slipped on my pair of black seamed fully-fashioned stockings. Next went on my red and black pvc bra into which I added some padding. My cock was straining so I had to slip on some black silk shortie pants. Oh it felt so good against my skin!

I sat on the bed and got out my pair of red and black lace up and zip thighboots. This always takes me some time as I have to lace up each boot. I stand up and look down. I love the way the 4" heels makes my bum stick out slightly! Next to go on is my black pvc miniskirt. This slips up my boots nicely and over my now pulsating cock. A pair of black pvc gloves goes onto my arms and I look at my self in the full-length mirror. Not bad I say but you'll never be convincing. If only my wife would help me in my dressing and maybe teach me how to apply makeup. That would be fantastic.

I decide then to pull on my black and red latex hangman's mask pulling the zipper all the way down my neck. On goes my studded leather fetishr with the d-ring on the front and some studded leather wristbands complete with d-rings where I normally attach the clips to turn them into handcuffs but not today.

I'm feeling so horny now that all I want to do is wank but I decide not to as I want to enjoy the feeling. I parade up and down in front of the mirror for a while, pouting at myself and imagining that I am doing this in front of my wife who is encouraging me or in front of a leatherclad Mistress who issues me with instructions.

My cock is straining against the silk shorties so I rub it through the pvc miniskirt. I feel that I am fit to burst but I hold back as I know I have got more time today to enjoy myself and maybe put on some of my other outfits which include a black pvc buckle dress, a black pvc catsuit, a black pvc Mistress top, a leather corset top and various other odds and ends.

I slip my pvc-gloved hand under my miniskirt and start to rub my swollen organ. With my other hand I caress my pvc bra wishing that it were my wife doing it to me. I nearly bring myself to orgasm several times but just stop at the brink of cumming. I was totally engrossed in this that I didn't hear the front door open or the approaching footsteps of my wife coming up the stairs. The next thing I heard was the bedroom door opening and an exclamation of 'what the hell is going on!'

I open my eyes to see my wife standing at the bedroom door staring at me in disbelief. I try to get off the bed, tucking my now very erect and pulsating cock, back into my silk shorties and under my miniskirt. I stumble across the room on my 4" heeled thighboots and plead for her not to go as I can explain. She is still staring at me and looks me up and down with her mouth wide open.

I take off my latex mask and ask to sit on the bed. I explain to her how I enjoy the feeling of the materials against my skin and hope that she understands. I also tell her that it isn't anything that she has or is doing wrong that's its something I enjoy doing as a straight male.

She looks at me as if I have two heads and storms out of the bedroom. I go to the top of the stairs and plead with her to come back. She stops at the front door, looks up at me and says ' I'll be back later'. With this she slams the front door shut and drives off in her car. I undress as quick as I can and try to phone her mobile but it is switched off. I have no option but to sit and wait for her to return.

I sit at home for hours before I hear my wife's car drive into the driveway. I rush out to meet her but she pushes past me and walks into the living room. She shouts back that we have some talking to do.

I meekly sit down and wait for a tirade of use to come from her. Instead I am surprised when she asks me quietly how long have I been dressing. I explain that it has been in my mind since I was very young but that I have been actively dressing since an adult and obviously when she has been out of the house. I go on to explain that I have been trying to pluck up the courage to tell her about it and have her join in with me and create a few role-playing scenarios.

She ponders for a moment then stands up and tells me to show her all my clothes. I go upstairs and into my locked cupboard and bring out my bag. She tells me to show her the items one by one and to tell her where I bought them. I feel slightly apprehensive about this as she appears to be very calm but I imagine that she is confused under her cool exterior.

She says nothing but just sits and stares at all the underwear and pvc and leather clothing. I ask her how she's feeling but she ignores me. After what seems like ages she asks me if I'm gay. I stutter out that I am not gay but just enjoy the feel of the silky material against my skin and that the feeling of the pvc and leather make me feel empowered and extremely sexy and horny.

She asks me that if she plays along with my fetish then what is in it for her. I tell her that I love her very much and will do whatever she wishes. At this she jumps up and goes to a drawer beside her bed. She withdraws a sheet of paper and a pen and starts writing. She then hands me the piece of paper and tells me to read it and sign it. I read it slowly, 'I promise to do everything and anything that my wife desires without any Questions.' I am in a state of shock but slowly sign my name at the bottom of the paper. I hand her the sheet of paper and she reads my signature.

She laughs. "That's not a girls name. What shall we call you that is appropriate" I bow my head and say that I like the name Tanya.

"Right then, from now on when you are dressed your name will be Tanya and that is the only name you will answer to." I nod slowly and then sign the name Tanya at the bottom of the sheet.

"Ok then. I'm going back out and I want you to be clean when I get back. You will meet me at the front door with a glass of my favourite wine."

"Of course I will" I reply and off she goes again. After she left I sat down in shock and thought that she took the news better then I could have imagined.

She arrived back 3 hours later and I rushed to the door to greet her with her glass of wine. I saw that she was laden down with several shopping bags, which she told me to take up to the bedroom but not to look inside them. I wondered what they could contain and thought that I would probably find out soon enough.

She slowly drank her wine and I tried to imagine what she was thinking. As she finished her wine she said, "I think its time I met Tanya. Go up to the bedroom and strip off those male clothes. Lie on the bed and wait for me to arrive." After I took my clothes off I lay on the bed shaking with both fear and excitement.

She arrived into the room and proceeded to open one of the shopping bags. She smiled at me and then said, "If you're going to dress as a girl then you will wear girlie underwear that I choose for you." She pulled out a shocking pink pair of frilly panties, matching bra and suspender belt. "Put those on for me now Tanya!" she said with a slight smile on her face. I immediately obeyed and clipped the suspender belt around my waist. I then pulled on the frilly panties and as they brushed against my cock, it began slowly to harden. "We'll have to do something about that later," she said. I struggled with the bra but eventually got it fastened. "Stand up Tanya and turn around for me." I turned slowly and must admit I felt turned on in my new pink undies. She of course had been able to get the correct size and fit. "Now put on these white stockings and sit down."

My cock was now straining against the pink silky panties and when I sat down the tip peeked over the waistband. "If that happens again Tanya then you will not be dressed for a whole week." This was a new side to my wife but when she said it my cock slowly shrank. "That's better Tanya, it doesn't do for a girl to show off her clitty too much." She went to another bag and brought out a pair of deep red 4 inch stillettoes with an ankle band that seemed to lock at the front with a padlock. When I pulled them on she reached down and proceeded to padlock them closed. She placed the key in her pocket. "Now Tanya, lie on the bed." I did as I was told and she reached down to my bag of goodies and buckled my leather wristbands to my wrists and used the clips to secure me to the wrought iron headboard. Next she buckled the leather fetishr around my neck and pulled it tight. "Not too tight for you Tanya. Good" she smirked. "Now what have I forgotten. Oh yes, I don't want to hear your pathetic screams." With that she powerd the blue ballgag into my mouth and securely fastened it behind my head. She stood back and admired her handiwork.

"Mmmmmm" she mused. "I know I've forgotten something but what is it." I didn't know where this was going and a shiver of fear went down my spine. "Oh yes, that's it. The window cleaner is due to call. What will he make of my little girlie slut shackled to the bed. Let's open the blinds and let him have a good look." I tried to say no but all that came out was a muffled cry. "Before I go Tanya, let's get that clitty hard again." She rubbed my cock under the pink silk and it took no time at all to spring back into life.

She left the bedroom and I lay there not able to move or shout for her to come back and release me. I was nervous but at the same time excited at the thought of being discovered being dressed in my new shocking pink underwear, gagged and shackled to the bed. After about 30 minutes I heard the window cleaner's ladder slam against the outside of the bedroom window. This is it I thought and closed my eyes. How am I going to react to someone seeing me dressed especially a man. My cock was now fit to burst through the thin pink silk material and my head was spinning. I could hear him climbing the ladder approaching the window. He would have a clear view of me lying helpless on the bed. I was filled with dread.

At that moment my wife reentered the bedroom and walked to the window. She waved out at the cleaner and closed the blinds. Relief overwhelmed me. "Oh no Tanya, you're not ready to be seen by others yet. Till then you will only be seen by me and I will tell you when you're ready to go out into the big bad world." I sighed or would have had, had my mouth not been filled with the ballgag.

"Would Tanya like me to rub her hard clitty and make it cum." she asked. I nodded yes. "Mmmmm I don't think so. If you want to cum then you will have to do it yourself. Come on then, wank for me." At this she released my hands and told me to wank in front of her. This was something that I had never down in front of her before. I slowly started to rub my cock through the silk and knew that it wouldn't take long for me to cum. She stared at my cock and said encouraging things like, "that's it Tanya, stroke that clitty" and "rub your clitty harder you bitch" This made me ready to blow my load and after several more strokes I exploded into my new pink panties. My head was spinning and I must admit I hadn't had an orgasm like it for ages. Before I could recover, she had me shackled to the bed again and my cum was soaking through my panties. "You'll have to lie in your cum soaked panties for being such a bad girl. I'll see you later." With that she left me alone on the bed.

I lay on the bed in my cum filled pink panties for over 3 hours. I must have dozed off to relax because when my wife entered the room I jumped up or would have if I wasn't still tied to the bed by my leather wristbands.

She stood at the bedroom door and asked me if I wanted to clean myself up. I replied yes and she approached me and released the wristbands. As I got up off the bed she grabbed my cock through my pink silk panties and squeezed. "I haven't finished with this yet. Have a shower and present yourself downstairs. Naked of course!" I nodded yes meekly and she walked out of the bedroom.

As I slowly undressed my cock became hard again. I desperately wanted to rub it but was sure that my wife would know. I showered fully and then walked downstairs full of dread, as I didn't know what she had planned for me.

I walked into the living room and found my wife sitting on the settee takeing a glass of wine. I sat beside her. She put her glass on the floor and then suddenly slapped my face. "Get on your knees when you are in my presence!" she shouted. I got on my knees and bowed my head. "Remember who is in charge," she said.

"Yes Mistress" I replied.

"Today I need to be pampered so I require Tanya to be my maid but I don't think you are dressed suitably so get back upstairs now".

Back in the bedroom I was made to stand naked in the middle of the room. My wife proceeded to dress me as her maid. She made me wear a black lacy bra, tight black lacy French knickers and matching black suspender belt. I was shaking with anticipation as I pulled on black silk seamed stockings and made sure that the seams were straight. She appeared to approve. My cock was showing signs of excitement at the feel of the silk and I was worried that I would be punished. Next I bent over to put on a pair of black patent leather 5" heeled stiletto shoes that my wife produced out of a pile of bags in the corner. I realized that she had been shopping while I had slept after she had made me wank for her earlier.

I stood in front of her waiting to see what she wanted me to wear next. She walked around me looking me up and down. I bowed my head now wanting to annoy her or make her mad at me. "Mmmmm" she said pointing to my stomach. "You're putting on a bit of weight there Tanya. We have to sort that out". She opened another bag and held up a black pvc corset. "Put this on and I will lace you up". I struggled to pull the corset on but eventually got it in place. She turned me round forcibly and started to lace the corset up. I felt my breath leave my lungs as she pulled on those laces tight. After several minutes I was securely laced and appeared to have lost several inches from around my waist. She studied her handiwork and smiled. "Now to make you look like a proper maid" she said and from another bag pulled out a maid's uniform.

I stared at this uniform and immediately my cock sprang to attention straining against the silk of my black French knickers. I knew that I would suffer later for that indiscretion. The uniform looked like a normal maid's uniform except that it was made of shiny black rubber. My wife smiled at my startled look and helped to step into the rubber. She pulled it up my body and I pushed my arms into the sleeves. It had a zip up the back which my wife slowly pulled up. This had the effect of making the rubber squeeze tight to my body. This, along with the pvc corset I was wearing, gave my body a girly waist and I enjoyed what I saw.

"Look at yourself in the mirror Tanya" she said. As I admired the image of this rubber clad maid I knew that I couldn't have looked this good without my wife's help. As I turned round my wife told me to close my eyes. When I had done so, she pulled what seemed to be a rubber hood over my head. This was very tight and had a zip down the back. "Open your eyes" she said. When I looked in the mirror I saw what she had put on my head. I was now wearing a latex female mask complete with lipstick and eyeshadow. "This will make it easier for me to look at you and believe that you are a girl as I'm sure you can't put makeup on properly yet. That will have to wait until another day".

"One more thing before you're ready to serve me". She then placed the black studded leather fetishr around my neck making sure that she buckled it tight. I could hardly breath which seemed to please her. Next she buckled on the matching black studded leather wristbands and ankle straps. She attached a short hobble chain between my ankle straps and finished off with a short blonde Cleopatra wig on top of my new female mask. "Finally you look like a suitable maid to serve me" she sneered. "Downstairs now and fix me my dinner" she commanded.

"Yes Mistress" I replied quickly and in my hurry to carry out her orders I forgot about the hobble chain and 5' stiletto heels and fell against my wife.

"That will earn you an extra punishment later" she said with a smile that I knew that would only mean pain for me.

I struggled to make dinner but finally produced what I thought was an excellent meal and served this up to my wife. She picked at it and smirked. "This is disgusting. How dare you serve such poorly cooked food to your Mistress. I think you have done this on purpose Tanya so that I will punish you!"

"No Mistress" I cried but she smirked even more.

"Bend over the rear of that chair while I fetch the riding crop". I hobred over to the high backed chair and bent over in anticipation of what was coming next.

It took her some time to come back into the room and I glanced round to look at her when she did. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. She was wearing a full length black leather coat which she hadn't buttoned. Underneath I saw that she was wearing a black leather waistcoat and a matching black leather mini skirt. The crowning glory was a pair of thigh length leather boots with wicked 6" heels. In her hand she held a riding crop which had a small leather hand at one end.

"Turn your head away you naughty maid or I will make this punishment more severe" she shouted. I immediately turned my head and regretted ever having looked round in the first place but I couldn't get the image of my wife in all that leather out of my head. I felt my rubber maids dress being pulled up and my silk frilly French knickers being pulled down. She then proceeded to whip my naked ass for the next 5 minutes making me count out each stroke of the crop. My ass was on fire by the time she stopped and the heat was building up in my rubber dress. With wearing the latex female mask as well, I was starting to sweat. When she stopped whipping me I turned round and thanked her.

"On your knees and kiss my boots" she commanded. I did so and stared in wonderment at her leather clad legs. She caught me looking up and asked if I liked what I saw.

"Yes Mistress, very much so" I replied.

"Would you like to touch my beautiful leather legs Tanya?" she asked.

"Yes please" I replied eagerly.

"Well you can't 'cause you're a scandal of a maid. You need more training if you're to stay here!" she said.

"Yes Mistress, whatever you say" I replied meekly.

"Before I put you back to bed I will allow you to wank that pretty little cock for me. Would you like that?"

"Yes, thank you Mistress."

"Go on then, wank it for me and cum over my boots". It didn't take long for me to cum on her boots and she laughed at me when I did. "Is that it? she sneered. "Now lick them clean, every last drop!" I should have known that I wasn't going to get away lightly so down I went and started to lick my cum off her boots. The smell of the new leather was overpowering and she seemed to notice that I was enjoying it too much.

"I have a surprise for you tomorrow Tanya" she said.

"What is it Mistress?' I asked.

"Don't be impatient girl, wait and see" she said. "Now upstairs with you 'til I chain you back to the bed. I don't want you playing with yourself again unless I tell you". With that I was marched up to bed. She took off the rubber maids dress but made me keep on the pvc corset, the silk frilly French knickers, stockings, shoes, hobble chain, wristbands, fetishr and latex female mask. She attached me to the bed using the other chains. "Sweet dreams Tanya. Wait 'til tomorrow" she laughed as she left the room in a swish of leather. I lay there wondering what was going to happen the next day. I didn't know what to expect but I knew I was going to suffer. At this thought my cock sprung back to life but I could do nothing about it.

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Our Sissy Slave


Let me remind you how you came to be in this situation before you refuse.

I've been bi-sexual since I was old enough to have noticed how horny women made me. From the moment I noticed, I was unstoppable. My dominant permisterality seemed to bring me more girlfriends than I could really use. But I always thought the only thing better than a submissive girl is a submissive boy.

And what really turns me the fuck on is to take something precious and submissive and to transform it into my own little fuck toy. Remember when we met? You thought you were so manly and tough - but that first night you let me wrestle you to the ground and power myself on you. It got me so fucking hot that I dragged your shorts down, and started to suck you off as my hand snaked around to caress that sweet tight arse of yours. I fingered your arse hole with my spit-lubed finger until you came, writhing in bliss, in my mouth. I still masturbate and think about that time to this day.

But my desires couldn't be kept locked away for too long. You were such a sweet, innocent boy and I wanted so much you include you in my lesbian affairs. God, the times I fucked myself with the dildo imagining remaking you into my sweet little sissy. But when I thought about how I could go all the way and feminize you until you're a painted whore in slutty makeup taking my strapon up your arse - well, I came so hard I fainted the first time I pictured that.

I suppose it began with my latest conquest, a young student of about 21 who was a sweet little frightened deer until I met her. I taught her the delights of presentation, and it wasn't long before she was doing anything I fucking wanted - and my imagination is rich and varied.

When the three of us went out to the bar, we made sure you'd be hooked. We'd got dressed together upstairs, sharing a bottle of wine while you sat downstairs. Both of us wore matching outfits - the red brocade corset with gold lace, matching satin French knickers and red-ruffled opaque black stockings. Our leather skirts were scandalously low, and our painted faces looked severe with arched eyebrows and cherry-red lipstick. While we were out takeing, you allowed her to apply some lipstick on you as I watched and laughed. That was our test, and you passed magnificently. I knew where that would lead.

After you invited us back to your place, I put more lipstick on you while she put two fingers in your mouth, telling you softly to suck. You were a born cocksucker, I could see that. Pure fucking sissy, and it made me so wet.

I noticed your erection and teased you a little about liking it - but I made sure I rubbed my hand across the bulge in your jeans as I did so. You gasped and then I explained we were going to dress you and fuck you until you begged us to stop.

At that point, her other hand had joined mine, rubbing you as you sucked. She asked if that was what you wanted - and you agreed.

We undressed you in front of a long mirror as we caressed and stroked your sweet and sexy boi body. She curled a leg around you and began to kiss you, your head clasped in her hands, your body shivering under her assault. I stroked your cock until it was even harder, as my other hand snaked around you to rub your cheeks.

We thought you'd come then, far too soon, and released you. She pulled out her makeup kit and began shaping your face to match ours. I took the outfit from my bag and started sliding heavenly red satin panties up your legs. I told you how good it would feel when you wore them - and let me slide them into place, giving your engorged dick a stroke as I smoothed them. I was soaking wet as I watched you submit to us. You had no idea what would happen next - but we did.

Your mouth looked so fuckable as she applied the heavy red lipstick and I wrapped the red brocade corset fringed with gold lace around your chest. As I pulled the strings and it tightened around you, shaping you and molding you, I saw your cock twitch in your panties. I commented on how excited your little girly clit was and breathlessly promised you even more pleasure.

She whispered filth to you as she put on fake lashes and arched your brows while I drew the stockings up your legs. You acted as though the ruffled tops were tiny kisses as I clipped the garter tabs to them.

You didn't even ask where she got the long blonde wig from as she carefully maneuvered it into place. When we were finished, we'd feminized you into our beautiful little sissy boislut. Looking at our reflections, you could see you were a perfect match for us in your corset, knickers and stockings. Your lipstick and eyebrows were startling against your pale-powdered face and the blusher only recreated the real heat behind your makeup. You were sexier than I'd ever imagined.

Any of my lesbian friends would have loved a girl like you, sheer fucking presentation and open to just about anything. I could see it in your face. You felt beautiful, soft and feminine - I watched as the masculinity ebbed from you. I almost came there and then, but it was time for the reward we'd promised you if you'd play along with us and become our lesbian boislave.

I led you to the bed, pulling you on top of me. Your stiff cock rubbed inside your knickers, while they in turn rubbed across mine. I could only imagine how good it felt for you. I know it was starting to give me tiny mini-orgasms. I could smell the slutty perfume we'd sprayed on your neck.

She reached under us and guided your throbbing cock out of your knickers and into me. I gripped your arse with both hands and slid your length deep into me. As I felt your public bone rub over my clit, I couldn't stop it - I orgasmed. Slowly, so slowly, I began to rock your hips back and forth making sure you couldn't come.

You almost did as I sucked my finger, reached behind you and slid it into your arse. Your eyes lit up and you gasped, opening that painted whore's mouth wide.

Behind you, she strapped on a realistic dildo complete with balls. The very dildo I used when I masturbated thinking of this moment. She started smearing lube across your virgin arse, pumping her cock with her fist to spread the gel thickly over its surface. You moaned and struggled but I didn't let go of you, and wrapped my stockinged legs around you tightly.

I told you to relax and let it happen, that it would take you to a place you never dreamed of. She wasn't very patient, and you squealed as she put the head of the large strap on cock against your arse. I kept the slow rhythm of our fucking and stared straight into your bewitched face as she fucked you for the first time. She eased every inch of the cock into your arse as you grunted and whimpered and gasped around it. I knew it felt good, and you even admitted it when she asked you.

She withdrew slowly, and pushed back in as you wriggled and squirmed and filled me with your enflamed cock. Every time she thrust into you, I could feel your cockhead twitch as you plunged inside me. She picked up the pace, seeing you were comfortable with her now vibrating cock, and I began to orgasm again. It was too much for me - your cock inside me, my beautiful slutty boi fucking me even as you took it in the arse for the first time. What sent me into orbit was the look on your face. You fucking loved it. You could feel the buzzing intruder right through your body and it felt wonderful. Your painted face betrayed you, and I could see you were being delightfully ***d. It was so fucking sexy groaning my orgasm out over your cock as I listened to your symphony of moans and begging.

I was so wet my clenching took you to the edge, and as I recovered from the first wave I felt your little sissy arse tighten with your impending climax.

But that wasn't enough for her. I'd taught her well, and she pulled out until just the head of the dildo was inside you. Her voice was seductive as she persuaded you to admit you loved it. She made you beg, and you'd become such a wanton, brazen little wench you did it. As you begged for her cock, she slid it deep inside you. Your frantic begging became incoherent as I started pulling you into me powerfully. All three bodies slapped together in a moment of pure depraved zen until I felt your arse cheeks grip the cock inside you. You squealed in abandonment as the cock ***d you and my rippling cunt milked you as you fired into it.

So now, you lie there in your corset and stockings with your knickers full of cum, painted face dotted with sweat. Your stretched sphincter is full of warm lubrication and you're already missing the cock that fucked you until you begged it to stop. So I'll ask once more.

Will you be our full-time cross-dressing lesbian boislut?

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Taste of My Girlfriend's Dildo


I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing than sneaking into my girlfriend's wardrobe while she's out and trying on her lingerie.

The moment she leaves the house, I head for her garter belts, bras and knickers. I don't have anything to put into her 36C bra cups, and my cock barely fits her panties but all that silk, satin and lace is irresistibly sissy and feminine.

On the day in question, I'd waited for her to go to work, before racing to the bedroom. I opened the drawers, and picked out a pair of hot pink full-cut knickers with white fur edging that I loved to see on her - not least because of the holes in the crotch that exposed her arse and cunt. The satin caressed my buttocks softly, while the front rubbed my cock to wakefulness. I slowly drew them up my legs and settled them over my penis. A matching garter belt was next - to attach to white stockings with a deep lace top wound through with a pink ribbon tied in a bow at the front. The matching bra rubbed against my nipples as I drew it around me and fastened it at the back.

Rifling through her makeup, I found a tube of pale pink lipstick, and decided I wanted black eyeliner and pink eye shadow. My prick swelled inside her knickers as I traced around my eyes with the eyeliner pencil.

All I needed now was shoes. And sure enough, there at the bottom of her wardrobe was a pair of hot pink ankle-length boots which matched her underwear nicely. A quick spritz of perfume, and I felt as feminine as I could be. And of course my straining cock reminded me how horny I was.

I lay on the bed and began running my hands over my body. My eyes closed as I imagined my girlfriend's fingers teasing me through the satin lingerie, her kisses soft against my skin. I writhed on the bed and moaned softly as I teased and touched myself.

Suddenly there was a flash. I jumped up, to see my girlfriend standing in the doorway.

"Hmmm,' she said, "That's one for my private album. You look quite fuckable, my little boi slut. I'm glad the car broke down, now.'

I sat on the bed, my heart pounding.

"So," she said, "what are we going to do with you?"

I was silent. What could I say?

"I think I want my horny little pussyboi should be my lesbian slave bitch - but I'm going to have to get changed first. You lie on your stomach right there with your eyes closed.'

She was serious - I couldn't believe it. She went into the walk-in wardrobe, while I turned over and waited for her. God, it was worth it. She wore a black boned corset, matching bra and rumba knickers - all finished with red lace. Her black stockings were opaque. She looked incredible.

She flipped me over onto my back, and straddled my shoulder. Pulling the crotch of her knickers to one side, she slid her gaping hole over my face, rubbing her wetness across me.

"Lick me, sissy,' she said.

My tongue slid across her outer lips, slow languorous strokes. She groaned and I took that as encouragement, pushing my tongue deep inside her. She writhed and panted on my face as I ran the tip of my tongue over her clitoris.

It wasn't quick enough for her, and she roughly gripped my hair, pulling me onto her mound.

'Fucking suck me, you sissy boi whore,' she hissed, 'Suck my cunt like the sissy you know you want me to make you.'

She was desperate, and I began sucking her clit in earnest, running my tongue over it and gripping it between my lips. She groaned, and the excitement overcame her. I felt her juices running down my face, over my makeup. My painted lips brought her to the edge and she fell, writing and grunting, into her climax. I kept licking, until she threw herself off my face and lay next to me, panting.

When she recovered, she flipped me over.

'Not bad, for a sissy boi,' she said, 'But now I get to fuck you. I want to bury my cock inside you and make you cum.'

I turned over, and she pulled me onto my hands and knees. I could see myself in the mirrored wardrobes opposite the bed. The tight pink bra pulled my chest into a cleavage framed through the white fur edging. My arse wiggled, encased in the satin, and the fur edging rubbed over my garter belt and stockings. I could see the pink boots which squeezed my stockinged ankles. But it was my expression that fascinated me.

Startled eyes lined heavily in black, accented with the pink eye shadow. My pale pink lipstick was smeared across my girlfriend's thighs as well as my lips. I looked sexy.

I barely noticed she'd left the room, but I noticed when she returned with a long blonde wig and settled it into place on my head. And I noticed the strapon dildo she was wearing. It was big, realistic, and well-lubricated. A vibrator hummed against her clit at the base of the shaft. I was spellbound.

'I've had this up my arse, in my mouth and in my cunt. Now it's going in your holes, my sexy little boi-bitch.'

She brandished it at me, and I crawled towards it on the bed. The lubricant she used smelled like strawberries, and I gave it a tentative lick. It tasted fine, but that didn't matter because she held my head as she let it slide into my mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned as I sucked, the vibrator pressing onto her as I took it. She face-fucked me for a few minutes, as my cock twitched and leaked as I imagined being fucked with it.

I watched her in the mirror as she walked behind me. She picked up the jar of lube and dipped her fingers in. Softly, gently, she began to lube up my waiting hole with an expert finger-massage.

I 'oh'-ed in surprise when she put the first finger in. I clenched my sphincter around it, and she moaned.

'That's right, grip my finger you horny little boi-slut,' she panted as she began to penetrate me, 'I think you're more than ready for a fucking.'

And she was right. As her fingers pistoned in and out of me, she reached under me and began to rub my rock-hard cock and swollen balls. She undid the ribbon tie on the front of my knickers and pulled them through the hole. I was more than ready for a fucking, all right.

'Time I popped that cherry for you, gurly, and made you into my woman. You are mine now, and I'm going to enjoy fucking a stupid blonde tart like you.'

She touched a control on the dildo and it began to vibrate along its length. The vibrations hummed through me as she put the tip to my arse. But she was finished being gentle - in one long unrelenting thrust the toy was inside my greased hole. I gave an natural grunt, and my breathing suddenly doured as I tried to relax around it.

She leaned forward, her thighs resting against my buttocks, and whispered in my ear.

'Time for your fucking, gurl. You're going to love it - slut bois like you always do.'

She pulled out about halfway and slid back in. I felt as though every nerve end on my body was electrified. My ragged breathing betrayed my enjoyment to her, and she picked up the pace of her thrusts, going deeper and harder with each stroke. I was in heaven and she banged me like a five pound prostitute. Or like a sissy slut - my squealing and wriggling showed how much I was loving the feeling of having my arse stuffed full by my girlfriend. She spouted filth as she moved one her hands from my arse to my cock, and she began spanking my cheeks through the knickers. Every slap made me tense, which only increased the sensations I was getting from the buzzing intruder which rhythmically worked my insides.

She knelt back, and pulled me back to sit on her cock. As I sank down onto it, moaning with every inch, she began to give the most incredible wank with her delicate crimmister-tipped fingers.

'Does my sissy-boi want to cum?'

I could only moan and nod my head as her lubricated hand worked my shaft. It was so cool against my hot cock, I could barely stand the sensation.

I couldn't last long with the buzzing dildo inside me. I was riding my girlfriend's strapon dildo, dressed in pink and white lingerie, and wearing a slut's face. That image spurred me over.

I spurted jet after jet of come onto the bed, my legs and my knickers. I heard my girlfriend groan into another orgasm as my body spasmed and bucked against her.

When I recovered, I rolled over to look at her.

'I think we'll have to do you like this more often - it's going to be great having a submissive boi-slut to fuck,' she said.

I shivered. She was right again.

The next day, I awoke still dressed in my pink and white lingerie, with my whorish makeup smeared.

My girlfriend had already left and I was on tenterhooks all day waiting for her return. But when she arrived home, she had her best friend with her, and both of them laughed and giggled at some private joke as they sat down next to me, one on either side.

They each carried a black leather bag, which they set beside them.

My girlfriend snuggled up against me, and said: "Now then, my little slut boi, your little secret is out. Genevieve here knows about your cravings for cock – and we're going to show her just how fucking hard you cum when I bury my strapon in your arse."

I shivered in anticipation and fear as I felt the side of her breasts rub against me, but Genevieve stroked my face and told me to take the bag upstairs into the bedroom. I did as I was told.

A few minutes later, they entered the room. My girlfriend wore a black sheer babydoll which couldn't hide a red mesh bra – so see-through it clearly showed her stiff nipples under the fabric. A matching pair of suspender knickers that revealed her shaved mound held up a pair of shimmering sheer black stockings. The seams made my eye run down them to her black patent leather ankle boots, wickedly heeled and strappy. She'd tousled her hair, which flowed over her pale shoulders.

Genevieve was the naughtiest schoolgirl I'd ever seen. A scandalously short black pleated skirt lay on top of layers of transparent red petticoats. Her black silk knickers had layers of matching red ruffles which parted around the well-placed holes at the front and back. The matching bra was a slender affair which powerd her breasts heaving upwards. A sheer white blouse was tied above her midriff highlighting a sparkling stud in her navel. She wore black fishnet stockings over a pair of delicate gossamer red lacy stockings. Her shoes were also black, platform buckled shoes that lay somewhere between harlot and Alice in Wonderland – an effect completed by the pigtail blonde wig she wore.

My cock had already stiffened, when my girlfriend said: "I'm starting a lesbian school. You'll be my lesbian boi toy, and I'll pimp you out to all the bi girls and lesbians I know. They'll be falling over themselves to get at you when we're finished tonight."

Genevieve told me to strip, and hardly waited before I'd removed my jeans to start lining up wax strips. I yelped as she started removing my hair. My girlfriend was sat on the bed, watching and fingering herself idly as Genevieve went to work on my chest, stomach, shoulders, arms and legs.

I felt the air against my skin when she'd finished, and as my girlfriend rubbed her hands up my smooth legs, I knew I was up for anything they could do to me.

"I love your girly thighs, slut boi," she whispered, "Just as you love them too, don't you?"

I nodded and moaned agreement as Genevieve's hand brushed my member.

"You want to be our girl, don't you? And get fucked by us both? You know we'll make you love it. You know if you let us, we'll turn you into our femmy priss who has to beg to cum?"

I nodded again, my throat dry as they teased me. Genevieve pushed me backwards onto the bed, facing the mirrored wardrobes. As she blended foundation into my face, my girlfriend carefully attached heavy fake eyelashes. I was transfixed as I watched her reflection – the full-cut knickers framed her arse and the babydoll moved gently over her skin, the marabou trim softly rocking against her taught suspender straps.

Genevieve started to apply blue eye shadow, and rimmed my eyes with kohl. My girlfriend swept a bright red lipstick thickly over my pouting mouth. I wanted this, I realised.

Genevieve opened her bag, and started drawing out clothes. Red and black lacy underwear. A tiny black skirt and a white blouse so thin it almost wasn't there. It was the match of her school uniform, made for filthy desperate sex sessions, screaming whore in no uncertain terms.

It was hard to raise myself from the bed, let alone draw the knickers up my legs and settle them without bursting into orgasm. My girlfriend pulled up the petticoats, brushing my imprimistered erection with her fingers. I shuddered.

"No cumming yet, you eager little slut gurl," Genevieve breathed onto my neck as she nuzzled me, "Bad little sluts like us can't cum too soon, can we?"

My girlfriend was already drawing the red stockings up my hairless legs and clipping them to my black skirt. The tension on the suspenders made the straps cling tightly to my sensitive skin. She rolled the fishnet holdups along my feet, over my ankles, up my calves and thighs – driving me wild - before wrapping the bra around me and fastening it. My chest felt constrained and I filled the small cups. As the satin rubbed my nipples I realised it had been bought to fit my flat body.

Genevieve was putting my shoes on, wrapping the straps up my calves. I found myself powerd to stand almost on tiptoe as the shaped platform soles shaped my legs. As my girlfriend tied off the sheer blouse just below my bra, Genevieve was primping the pigtailed wig she'd placed on my head.

I felt utterly submissive as I stood before them, dressed for steamy lesbian sex in my lingerie and heels. Their hands ran over me, and I moaned as they stroked my stockings and gently touched my now throbbing cock. I watched them in the mirrors wardrobe as they explored my lingerie and spurred my lust with their fingers.

I lay on my back as they mounted me, my girlfriend barking orders at Genevieve, who obeyed with downcast eyes.

"Sit on his face, bitch, my boi slut needs to learn to suck cunt!"

Genevieve straddled my head with her stockinged thighs. I looked straight up into the crotchless knickers and saw her hot, wet sex above me. I opened my mouth and held out my tongue.

"Good!" My girlfriend laughed, "At least there's one willing fucktoy tonight!"

She knelt over my groin, facing Genevieve. Grasping the sides of her skirt, she pulled her down, onto my waiting face.

Genevieve moaned as my tongue brushed up her slit and over her stiff clitoris. I rubbed my face across the silky lingerie she wore as I licked her for all I was worth. I was desperate to bring her off, and my girlfriend's taunts only goaded me on.

"That's right, whore boi, suck her til she cums on your face. I want to see my little lesbian schoolgirls fuck like rabbits. Both of you will be begging me to rip you apart with my dildo later."

I slurped away as I dug my face into Genevieve's dripping cunt. She squealed and writhed above me as my girlfriend began to play with her nipples.

"Maybe I'll chain you two fucktoys together and set my dyke girlfriends loose on you... I'll have a couple of them lick me out while I watch their mates ream your arses."

It was too much for poor Genevieve. She screamed "Oh, god, NOW!" and slumped over my face. Her cunt twitched and throbbed as I rubbed my tongue into her folds.

My girlfriend hardly waited for her to recover.

"Rest's over," she said, "It's time to spitroast our little fuck boi."

I rolled onto my front as they got up to fasten strapon dildos to each other, rubbing lube onto each other's phallus in obscene, long strokes. They must have seen the fear on my face, because my girlfriend kissed me deeply and told me I'd love what we were about to do.

They knelt on the bed and positioned themselves so Genevieve was in front of me and my girlfriend behind. Genevieve grabbed by head and pulled it down towards the large fake dick she wore. I raised myself onto my hands and knees – as my girlfriend began to rub some of the cool lube onto my arse.

Genevieve's insistent pull drew my ruby red lips onto the tip of her phallus. She looked as though she was ready to orgasm again as the head popped into my mouth and I started to suck. She began to moan and provide a commentary to my unorthodox blowjob.

"Oh, suck my dick. Good gurl, take like a boi-bitch. You're so good at this... I can't wait to fuck that tight little arse of yours with my cock – get it nice and wet, slutboi!"

My girlfriend suddenly had her dildo at my back door. She pushed, and I groaned as the head popped in. I tried not to tense, and to allow myself to relax, but when she switched on the vibrator, it was all I could do not to yelp. She pushed harder, and the whole length slid smoothly in, pressing against my prostate. This time, I couldn't help it. I let out a long feminine sigh as it pressed into me, filling me completely.

"Oh, you brazen little boi cunt," my girlfriend gasped, "I'm going to loosen you up for Gen, now. She's going to tear you apart with her cock, and I know you're going to beg her for it."

She pulled out slowly, before reversing direction and sliding every inch back into me. I arched my back, opening myself to it. Genevieve giggled and started slapping my face with her cock.

"You love this, don't you? I didn't believe it when I heard, but look at you, on your hands and knees. Trying to suck my cock while your girlfriend nails your arse with her huge dick."

My girlfriend spanked me, a sharp sting that made me clench around the dildo.

"Next time, I'm going to tape this – I want to watch my two lesbian schoolgirls cumming all over each other," she said, "But first I'm going to feel you cum all over my cock."

The girls began to fuck me in earnest, powering my holes open, mocking me for taking it so well, for enjoying it. I was enslaved, and began to revel under their control.

"Wank off!" my girlfriend ordered, and I started to stroke my engorged member which poked through the front of the crotch of my silk knickers.

"How does it feel, you slag?" shouted Genevieve as she pressed her shaven groin against my nose. I waited until she withdrew to tell her, drawing a sharp spank from my girlfriend.

"She asked you a question, slut boi! How does it feel?"

"God, that's so good! Faster!" I begged, and they didn't disappoint. I was being shagged senseless by two women, dressed in their lingerie, taking it in every orifice I could: and I loved it. My girlfriend's length impaled me over and over, rubbing spots I never realised existed. Genevieve worked on my mouth, pulling out and rubbing the tip across my lips.

I stroked my cock, urging myself to orgasm. I could feel every nerve ending on my body scream with pleasure as the delicate materials rubbed against me and the cocks pummeled me. I was so close.

My girlfriend hit a switch, and the dildo she rode me with began to pulse, singing out a rhythm that almost sent me into orbit. I squealed – but the sound was muffled as Genevieve pushed her dick into my mouth again.

Both women were panting and flushed, and Genevieve looked down into my painted face and said: "That's right – squeal like a little virgin getting her first good big cock. I'll be banging you soon, and I won't be this gentle, bitch boi."

My girlfriend shuddered behind me, already imagining the scene as she watched her best friend fuck her boyfriend. Her orgasm burst over her, and she gasped as she came hard – pushing her cock deep inside me. I felt its buzzing from my wigged head down to my stocking-clad toes. The girth stretching me blissfully began to throb, and I felt a stickiness inside as something filled my bowels.

"I'm cumming inside you! Oh fuck, this is so fucking hot!" My girlfriend gasped, "You fucking little boi whore in your frilly schoolgirl outfit taking my fucking cock! Look!"

Genevieve moved around slightly so I could see myself in the mirror. I looked like a vixenish teenage cocksucker servicing a classmate's shaft with her bright red lips. My girlfriend's exhausted form kept pumping the dildo as it spurted inside me. The shock of feeling her mound slapping against my arse, combined with the look of wanton desperation in my made-up face along with Genevieve's devilish grin meant I couldn't hold back. It didn't take many strokes before I was panting out my orgasm, my cum flooding into my knickers and soaking them.

I felt as though I'd never stop cumming. It was as though a drum beat through me and on every stroke my sphincter clenched hard against my girlfriend's cock. My wet, warm insides made sucking noises as the fake cum moved about, and my suddenly electrified cock blasted out another stream of sperm.

My girlfriend brought her hand around and spanked me, hard. I clenched again, and shouted aloud. Her hand fell again – and again – and I spent myself over the hand rubbing my agonized cock.

As I lay on the bed afterwards, knickers wet and arse gaping, I wondered what they had in mind for me next.

I'd been spanked and fucked until I'd collapsed, and I just lay there, feeling my girlfriend's groin press against my buttocks. My frilly petticoats rustled between us as they revealed the ruffled knickers beneath, and my girlfriend's cock sent tiny thrills through me as my arse became accustomed to its divine girth.

Her stockings rubbed against mine as she ran her high-heeled boots up and down my legs. I shivered as Genevieve knelt down on the floor to kiss me deeply. My girlfriend's hands started to caress my stocking tops and smooth thighs as Genevieve took charge of the kiss, tasting my mouth with her tongue.

"She's going to fuck you until your head spins, my little lesbian boi whore," my girlfriend whispered in my ear, "I've opened you up and now you're ready for her. Genevieve's going to shag my sissy boyfriend's eager arse, and I'm going to bring myself off as I watch the pair of you."

I couldn't reply because Genevieve was kissing me harder, responding to my girlfriend's description of the filthy acts she was going to commit on my feminised form. My girlfriend slowly moved her cock, and I shuddered at the sensation deep in my bowels. The fake cum she'd pumped into me was lubricating my insides, and I knew Genevieve would soon be taking advantage of it.

My girlfriend started to brush my cock with her hand as she stroked my knickers.

"You make such a fuckable little pretty boi," she whispered, "I wish I'd known how fucking hot you'd be as a schoolgirl years ago. I'd have fucked you silly every day, and you'd have loved being stuffed full of my dildos."

I knew it was true, and the soft ministrations of her hands against my knickers and penis had me thrilling to her touch. Genevieve redoured her efforts, obviously aroused.

Slowly, my girlfriend began to withdraw her fake cock, sending waves of pleasure along my used arse. As she slid the end out of me, I whimpered softly -- and my cock stiffened with the sudden spike of sheer bliss. She moved off the bed and sat in a chair, facing me. She unstrapped her glistening dildo and removed it, letting it drop to the floor.

Reaching over to the bedside cabinet, she pulled out a ribbed vibrator and flicked it on. Slowly, she moved the buzzing toy to her crotch and rubbed the tip across the front of her red mesh knickers.

"Now then, my lesbian slaves, I want to see you suck each other. And if either of you cums before I say, I'll make you regret it. Get to work, girls!"

She giggled. Genevieve broke her kiss, and pushed me onto my back. She climbed onto me, and gently settled her cunt onto my face. At the same time, I felt her hot breath against my thighs as her lips caressed the sensitive skin. I squirmed and squealed as she gently kissed and licked me, dragging her tongue over my silky knickers and teasing my cock as it poked through the vent on the front.

I moved my tongue underneath the shaft of her strapon, and licked the soaking crotch of her knickers. The lacy ruffles brushed my face and her petticoats swished across my body as she moved her cunt over me, using my mouth for her pleasure. Her cock slid over my cheeks obscenely as I did my best to lick her to orgasm.

She twitched as I moved faster, and began to fold her wet lips around the top of my erection. My nerves lit up as she stroked the head with the O of her lips -- tiny quick contacts all around the ridge under my cockhead.

I brought my hands to bear and pulled the crotch of her knickers aside to reveal her shaven and puffy slit. I gave it a long, firm lick that started at the back and stopped at the base of her dildo. Genevieve moaned as my tongue eased her open and the wetness spread to my face.

"That's right, sluts -- look at you going at it like real little lesbian nymphomaniacs!"

I'd almost forgotten my girlfriend, whose voice now taunted us -- her performing lesbian sluts. Genevieve pushed her pelvis down towards my waiting mouth and I gently penetrated her with my stiffened tongue. She plunged her face down my length, her tongue pressed against the underside of my cock. I moaned into her wet flaps as she slid her lips down to nuzzle her nose against the pubic bone. The feeling maddened me, especially as she closed her throat around me before moving back up. She repeated that firm, determined motion in the other direction as she expertly went to work on me.

Her hands slid around behind me to knead my buttocks through the silk material encasing them. One finger teased at my freshly-fucked arse, circling my now-gaping hole and making me gasp sharply at her touch.

"That's the way, whores, use your fingers! But no orgasm yet -- I'm warning both of you sluts!"

I barely had time to move my hands before Genevieve had pushed two fingers into me. I clenched around them trying to drive them out before they made me leap over the edge of my climax. I was so turned on, and my red-hot cock felt Genevieve's lips pistoning over it as her tongue bathed my most erogenous spots. But the amount of lube inside my walls worked against me -- allowing her to freely slide her digits in and out, finger-fucking me as she sucked.

I cried out, and began begging her to stop, alternating with pleas to be allowed to cum. Both fell on deaf ears as Genevieve settled into a hard, pounding rhythm in my arse and on my cock. I couldn't help myself, and my sphincter began to spasm as pulses of sensation ran along my stiffness.

"No cumming, slut boi!" shouted my girlfriend, and I could hear from her voice that her orgasm was close. I tried desperately to obey her but Genevieve just sucked harder and managed to tap my prostate with a fingertip. That was more than enough to make me explode, sending a fierce blast of sperm into her mouth. She swallowed but didn't let up sucking, which won her more spurts as the waves of pleasure crashed against me. My arse clenched around her probing fingers, adding a new flavour to the heady cocktail of orgasm I was so takes on. Electric sensations had me writhing and shaking as I howled in decadent joy.

I'd barely stopped shaking when I heard my girlfriend's voice.

"I told you... I'll make you regret that, slut. You'll beg for forgiveness when I teach you what it means to disobey one of my instructions. You have to admit, though, Genevieve is one of the best. She should be, too -- I spent long enough training her when we were at university."

Genevieve pulled her mouth from my cock, her face flushed and her eyes sharp and hungry. She licked her lips as she moved off me, staring into my eyes.

"Now I get to fuck you," she said breathlessly, "You're getting nailed now, my gurl slave."

My girlfriend laughed, and I looked up to see her sat on the chair, her legs splayed and the buzzing vibrator buried inside her. She rubbed her see-through nightie over her skin as she smiled knowingly.

"Genevieve's been through a lot before I'd let her *** you. I fucked her as hard as she's going to fuck you, and I've had her in every hole. I can't tell you how much having a slutty toy turns me on -- and now I have two. I know you'll love your new life with me as my transvestite fuck doll."

"And I have some friends who've only just left school who'd love to learn how to dominate a sissy man like you," Genevieve said, "What better way to learn about sex than through controlling your own permisteral feminised slave? They'll love fucking you -- and you'll beg me to let them loose on your arse."

"But for now, Genevieve gets her reward," my girlfriend broke in.

She nodded and Genevieve moved me around so I was lying on my back on the bed with my legs hanging over the side. Fluffing up a pillow, she placed it under my back so I could watch her ravish me. Moving around between my legs, she spread them wide and moved in closer. As she approached, she slid my legs up onto her shoulders, my heeled shoes high in the air.

The tip of her dildo pushed against my opening, insistent and inevitable. Genevieve gazed at me as she nudged her pelvis forward and pushed the tip inside my arse. I grunted, and she smiled.

"You'll be getting more of that, fuck bunny," she said, "I'm going to pump you full of it, until you cum over yourself."

She slid her dildo inside me slowly, filling me and powering a series of moans and gasps from my lips. She kept leaning into me, pushing forward until the head of the monster stretched the muscles which clasped about it. Genevieve's hands pushed down on my thighs as she held me, impaled and squirming, on her shaft.

Her breathing was ragged and I realised she was very aroused. My girlfriend noticed it too.

"Is it as good as you imagined?" she asked.

Genevieve looked straight into my eyes.

"Better," she gasped, "this is so fucking horny. Fucking him while you watch. And he wants it, he doesn't want me to stop shagging his arse. Both of us dressed like porn stars while I pound him -- it's better than I ever imagined!"

She shivered in a mini-orgasm, and slammed back into me. I'd already cum twice, and yet my cock was returning to life. As Genevieve stoked the fire that had started deep inside me, red pulsed into my penis, and I stiffened.

Her cock buried in me, Genevieve laughed.

"Come on lover, I want to see you spurt your load over your naughty clothes," she urged, "Shoot for me as I bang you, sissy boi."

Her words were better than any aphrodisiac -- especially when combined with the sensation of her length seesawing in and out of me. One of her hands ringed my growing cock, and started to wank it gently. As her skilful touch brought me to erection, my hands clutched at the bed sheets.

I glanced over to my girlfriend, who was working the vibrator over her glistening cunt and clitoris. She shuddered as she caught my gaze, and groaned at the sight of me, sprawled on the bed while her best friend gave me a damn hard fucking.

Genevieve turned on the vibrator inside her dildo then. My hands clutched the sheets tighter as the maddening buzz triggered feelings in my prostate. Her thrusting meant she pressed my button steadily, matching the rhythm to masturbate me. She started to groan loudly.

"You're such a good little fuck, bunny boi," she growled, "You're gonna make me cum inside you. I'm going to fill your pert little girly arse with spunk!"

Her hand moved faster, rubbing me onwards as her fingers blurred against my length. I helplessly thrust back on her cock and raised my pelvis to thrust against her teasing hand. I was lost, suddenly swept away by the feeling of the lingerie on my skin and Genevieve's merciless slapping against my arse cheeks.

My girlfriend's vibrator was making squelching noises as she rammed herself with it. She panted, and suddenly shouted: "Oh, Christ, YES, fuck him Gen!"

I guessed she was orgasming, and Genevieve wasn't far behind her. She gasped and groaned as she maintained the pace of my fucking, but pressed her cock into me harder -- almost hurting me with the strokes. As she did, one hand wanked me faster and faster, while she reached below her with the other.

Genevieve squeezed the balls hanging down heavily from her fake cock, and sent spurts of lube shooting inside me. I couldn't take it any more, and shouted wordlessly as I fell into my own permisteral world of ecstasy. My heart pounded in my head as I shot sperm over myself.

The first spurt splashed across my face, and Genevieve whimpered in the throes of her own orgasm as she watched. My sphincter contracted and she groaned again as she felt how tight I'd suddenly become.

More pressure meant the dildo moved relentlessly, powering more cum to pump from me, splattering across my petticoats, my skirt, my bra and blouse. I almost fainted with the sheer power of it, and Genevieve slumped onto me, exhausted.

A few weeks passed without my girlfriend mentioning anything about fucking me -- or my fucking at the hands of her best friend Genevieve. I thought she'd forgotten all about it, and so when she announced we'd been invited to spend the weekend at her friend's place, I didn't suspect a thing.

Her friend lived in a large house out in the countryside, and had invited us to spend the weekend there to celebrate her birthday. It took a few hours for my girlfriend to drive us there, by which time I was exhausted.

There were five other women there, but after my first take I was too tired to remember who was who and went to bed. My girlfriend stayed up to talk to our host, Karen. She was a tall, statuesque redhead who gave me directions through the rambling old house to my room. I undressed and fell arelax.

I awoke in darkness, to find myself spread-eagled, with my arms and legs tied to the four bedposts. But that wasn't all. I could feel gossamer soft material clinging to my body and realised I was wearing lingerie. A tight corset constricted me sweetly, and taught suspenders pulled stockings against my hairless legs. A pair of soft bikini knickers snuggled against my buttocks and gently teased my penis, which suddenly began to stiffen. I moved my head, and felt a wig move with me -- and unless I was mistaken, I was wearing lipstick.

Somewhere inside me, something stirred. A low buzz permeated my arse, and I squirmed as it rubbed my prostate. It was pleasurable agony as I tried to move and it shifted slightly in my hole.

"Shhh," whispered an unfamiliar voice next to my ear, "We don't want to wake the house up and have the rest of the girls find you like this, do we, sissy?"

I started at the sound, and my sudden movement sent vibrations through my groin, around my bare balls and along the length of my cock. The soft fabric of the knickers slid against me, and I gasped with the sensation.

"Yes, I know you love wearing silky girly undies, and it turns me on. The stories your girlfriend told me about you got me so horny I had her lick me until my juices ran down her face onto her tits. I'm sorry we had to have you, but I told her I wanted you nice and compliant for me."

A warm, smooth hand rubbed my calf, up along the stocking and onto my inner thigh. I squirmed again, and the twin sensations of my swishy underwear and humming toy powerd a moan from my painted lips.

"Naughty sissy boi," the voice breathed, "I told you not to make a sound. I think we'll have to do something about little Miss moaner."

I could hear movement in the pitch blackness, and a hand pushed a bundle of material into my mouth. It smelled of female arousal, and I guessed whoever my tormentor was had just gagged me with her knickers.

"That's better, slave boi," she whispered, "Now I can have some fun with you making that big cock squirt inside your silkies. I'm going to enjoy teasing you until you fill your undies with cum, my sweet little toy."

There was more movement, this time on the bed, and I felt hot breath against my exposed skin in the gap between my stocking tops and knickers. My wrists and ankles strained against their bonds as I reacted. I almost burst the restraints when a pair of red hot lips touched me, followed by a maddening tongue.

She kissed and licked me, working her way around my thigh until her face rubbed the side of my engorged member clad in its silky cage. She moved slightly, and her mouth encircled one of my smooth balls, making me whimper gently. She alternated between both of them for a few minutes, using her tongue to caress my tightening scrotum.

I was going mad with desire, and closed my eyes as I surrendered to her. She must have sensed my utter presentation, and giggled softly.

"There, my little pet, that wasn't hard, was it? Just give yourself up to me and I'll make your pretty head spin like the prissy fuck doll you want to be."

Her tongue moved onto my erection which was tenting the front of my knickers. The cool sensation of the wispy garment was driving me wild -- and the shrill humming of the vibrator set off tiny erotic shocks in my rectum.

My mystery tormentor started working my cock with her mouth. Soft kisses heated the knickers, and as her lips rubbed the underside of my penis, I let out a muffled moan into the gag.

Slowly, teasing me all the way, she kissed up to the tip and let her open mouth settle there for a moment, sucking gently. Her hands slid along my stockinged legs and started to stroke my balls. The silky material slid around them under her ministrations.

Her head moved, and she shifted position -- moving her lips off my swollen member. I slumped back down on the bed, and twitched as I drove the sex toy deeper into my ***d hole. I gave a soft grunt and ground my buttocks down on the mattress, stirring the toy around, hitting heavenly spots.

But I didn't have much time to stimulate myself before the unknown woman returned. Her soft, slender fingers ran around the waistband of my knickers.

"I think my little girly toy needs to cum," she purred, "And I'm going to power you to spurt. It's no use trying to hold back, but if you're a good little girl and try to resist it, I'll make sure it's even better than you expect. The longer you hold off, the filthier it'll be, until you'll be helpless. You'll erupt in your femmy undies whether you want to or not."

Her fingers dipped beneath the elastic waist and gently tugged, allowing my cock to spring free. She drew them down as far as my balls, and released them again -- letting them settle against my balls.

I felt nails softly run along my crotch where my pubic hair had been until my girlfriend had shaved it. There was a low chuckle.

"You're so girly with your soft, smooth skin. But there's one part of you that's not so sissy -- your hard clit. I bet you'd like me to play with it, wouldn't you, slut?"

I could only groan my affirmative through the panties she'd gagged me with. She grasped my cock below the helmet and gave it a short stroke. I thrust my hips towards her, trying to increase the friction. In response, she swapped direction and stroked up the shaft, her fingers forming a ring to wank me.

She varied the pressure of her grip as she continued to frig me. I raised my hips as far as I could and clenched my buttocks, and shrieked into the gag as I powerd the buzzing toy inside me.

It suddenly stopped vibrating and a frustrated moan of disappointment escaped from my lips. Her hand slowly stroked down from my tip to my aching balls, and the toy burst into a frenzy. As the stroke stopped, so did the vibrations.

I mewled with pleasure as my tormentor repeated the motion.

"How does it feel to be wanked by a stranger, lying there in your sissy lingerie with a fake cock in your arse? You're a dirty fucking bitch, and you're turning me on. I have two vibrators inside me, and I'm close to coming. I love having a slutty femmed-up girly-boi under my hands."

A hand pulled at the top of my corset and exposed my nipples. I shuddered as a pair of soft lips sucked them and she resumed her stroking. She must have been controlling the vibrations inside me, I realised. Every stroke was perfectly synchronised with the maddening buzz that permeated through my pelvis.

I wanted to beg her to bring me to orgasm, and at the same time I wanted to plead with her to continue doing this to me for ever. She was right -- I was tied up on a strange bed with a woman I didn't know massaging my cock and controlling a vibrator which shrieked deep inside me. Dressed in sensual lingerie, I was somebody's sissy slut and the offense of not knowing who was making me act out my fantasy almost made my cock spew.

As I felt my balls tighten inside my knickers, she must have realised I was about to come.

"Naughty girl," she said, "I told you not to give in just yet."

She stopped both her stroking and the vibrator, and moved around the bed again. I heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing. As I lay, almost crying with frustration, she put a blindfold over my eyes. Another movement, the sound of soft footsteps, and the light came on.

"Now I can see you, my slut -- dressed for a good fucking and waiting for me. You don't even care who's fucking you any more: just like a cock-hungry whore."

It was true -- I didn't care. I wanted so badly to see her but what mattered most was my release. I moaned with the pent-up sexual charge.

The toy burst back into life as she moved across the bed again. This time she straddled me, her hands on my nipples and her legs rubbing against my stockings. One hand left my chest and stroked down the smooth material of the corset, before moving lower across my groin onto my still stiff cock. Meanwhile the other hand produced another plastic phallus, and suddenly my gag was replaced with a fake cock.

"Suck my juices, sissy," she taunted, "And be grateful I didn't give you my other dildo to suck, given where I have that."

The vibrator smelled of her cunt, and I sucked it as she held my cock upright. She sank down onto it, and I felt the burning wetness of her cunt. She hissed as I entered her inexorably until her buttocks rested on my stocking tops. I was balls-deep in her, but unable to move except for the tiniest thrusts. I was at her mercy, and she knew it.

The buzzing inside me had risen to a howl. No matter how I tried to twist or turn, her weight held me firmly in place. All I could manage to do was shift the vibrator around inside me as my muscles nudged it to other, equally sensitive, spots. I could feel vibrations against my cock, and realised I could feel the sex toy she had in her arse.

I strained ay my bonds as she began to ride me. Her palms pressed down on my breasts, and her fingers kneaded them gently. She rose steadily until only the head of my penis was inside her. The vibrators stopped.

I relaxed for a moment.

I screamed into the knickers as both toys jumped into life at what I prayed was their highest setting. I couldn't take anything more insistent -- mine felt almost sharp inside me as it thrummed against the walls of my arse. At the same time the woman riding me slammed her pelvis down, enveloping my cock with her vagina and gripping me tightly with strong internal muscles. Her silken cunt twitched as the fake cock in her arse buzzed loudly.

She did it again, powerfully humping me as she gave us another blast of the vibrators. I began to sob with the pleasure, begging her to fuck me and make me cum.

"Come on, sissy," she urged, "Spurt for me -- show me how much you enjoy being tied up and fucked! Show me what sort of little slut you really are!"

I let out a huge series of moans as she played with me, fucking me into oblivion. It was too much, and as she began to rasp out irregular breaths, I felt my cock explode.

"Oh, god, you filthy little boi bitch!" she yelled as I felt her spasm and flutter across my cock. Her juices ran down my balls and soaked my knickers as I filled her cunt with my seed. I pulsed into her as she thrashed around on top of me, frantically slamming herself against my pole. She slumped forward, gripping my shoulders and sucking my neck. The thrill of her love bite intensified my orgasm, and I fainted as the waves rode over my feminised form

les ordres de ma Maîtresse


Le bistro
Hello, je m’appelle Nadine, j’ai 25 ans, petits seins, mince et mes fesses mistert le fantasme de beaucoup d’hommes. En tous cas c’est ce que l’on me dit souvent. De nature soumise et obéissante, (l’un ne va pas sans l’autre) je corresponds, par Internet, avec Maîtresse Marie. Celle-ci me demande de faire des tas de choses sexuelles et d’en apporter les preuves en lui envoyant des photos. Ce n’est pas toujours évident de lui obéir, surtout pour les photos, mais je fais de mon mieux pour la satisfaire.
Cette semaine elle m’a ordonnée de trouver un chantier et de me donner gratuitement aux ouvriers, de faire des photos et une description de ce qui se sera passé, puis, de lui envoyé, tout cela, via mister e-mail.
C’est la première fois qu’elle me demande un truc de ce genre et j’ai une trouille pas possible, me rendant compte des risques encourus et de mon avenir, en acceptant cela. Mais comment ne pas la décevoir si je ne m’exécute pas. Je me suis même demandé si ma Maîtresse n’était pas, en fait, un Maître car, ce genre de chose est un fantasme d’homme en général. Mais voilà, je suis une esclave obéissante et me voilà à la recherche d’un grand chantier.
En sortant de chez moi et me dirigeant vers l’arrêt du bus, je dois passer devant plusieurs petits bistros de quartier, surtout fréquentés par des ouvriers et autres alcooliques notoires. Un de ses bistros est principalement fréquenté par des arabes et quelques noirs aussi. Comme quoi dans ce genre d’endroit, l’Islam n’a pas vraiment sa place. Il fait assez beau en ce début avril et je me suis habillée courte et légère, un petit sac à dos pour mes affaires permisternelles. Au moment de passer devant ce bistro et comme d’habitude, je me fais « vanner » et « charrier »
- Hé ! Ma jolie ! Vient donc gouté mon sucre d’orge
- Ta jupe est trop longue ! On ne voit rien !
- A ton âge on prend encore la sucette !
Et d’autres « vannes » tout aussi débiles, que les hommes un peu ivres et en groupes lancent aux filles pour les faire fuir. Mais, je ralentis le pas et une idée me vient tout à coup. Et si…
Et si, pour plaire à ma maîtresse, au lieu du chantier j’allais dans ce bistro voir si leurs paroles valent leurs gestes.
Un grosse boule me monte à la gorge, mon estomac se noue mais, je sens les muscles de mon vagin se contracter par à coup. Je m’arrête, les quolibets se raréfient et lorsque je me retourne toute tremblante d’angoisse, ils s’arrêtent. Je reviens sur mes pas et sans regarder permisterne, les yeux fixant le sol, je pénètre dans ce bistrot. Un silence total et impressionnant s’installe au fur et à mesure que j’avance à l’intérieur. Mon ventre n’est plus qu’un gros nœud, ma gorge est tellement sèche que, j’ai l’impression de m’asséchée complètement et pourtant mon entre-jambe me trahit.
- Ma parole !... Mais, je mouille ! pensais-je
Mon angoisse diminue un peu et j’ose lever mon regard vers le bar. Derrière ce dernier se tient un homme assez fort d’une quarantaine d’années et me regarde l’air méfiant et mauvais.
Enfin après avoir luttée pour, ne pas faire demi-tour et m’encourir au plus vite et au plus loin, je parvins contre le bar, enlevai mon mini sac à dos et le déposai à mes pieds. Trois hommes y mistert accoudés et me regarde comme une extra-terrestre.
- Bon… Bonjour ! Fis-je avec une voix de petite fille
- ….
Le silence, le plus glaciale de mon existence, me répond. Dans le bistro, je n’ai osée regarder permisterne et le silence est toujours aussi palpable.
- Je… Je… Je voudrais…. Je voudrais un café crème, s’il vous plait, demandais-je toujours avec une petite voix.
- Avec beaucoup de crème s’il vous plait ! Continuais-je.
J’ai l’impression que ma voix à explosée dans ce silence et pourtant la dernière phrase, je l’ai chuchoté.
L’homme derrière le bar me regarde ou plutôt mister regard à l’air de m’explorer. J’ai un petit rictus qui voudrait être un sourire qui, se forme sur mes lèvres et mes yeux redescendent sur la poitrine de l’homme. Quelques instant encore de silence et d’observation et l’homme se retourne pour faire mon café. Une parole, puis deux, puis trois emplissent le silence derrière moi mais elles semblent être chuchotées.
- Qu’es-ce-que vient faire une jolie fille comme toi dans ce bistro ? Dit une voix à ma droite.
- Surtout avec si peu de vêtement ! Dit une autre derrière moi.
- Et avec des fesses pareilles ! Fis une voix très, très proche de moi sur la gauche.
En attendant qu’on me serve, j’ai baissé les yeux vers le comptoir et senti que l’homme sur ma gauche s’est rapproché de moi. Je sursaute lorsqu’une main épaisse et forte se pose sur ma fesse gauche et presse celle-ci.
Seul, la barrière de tissu de mon short très court et moulant sépare la paume de cette main à la peau de ma fesse. Mon ventre se noue encore et l’angoisse de ma gorge s’amplifie. Mais, je ne me dérobe pas de ce touché osé.
- C’est un peu dangereux ici pour une petite salope dans ton genre, me dit la voix de gauche presque sur mon oreille.
- Voici votre café ! Mademoiselle ! dit le patron. Et avec beaucoup de crème continu-t-il avec une voix plus forte que tout le bistro a pu entendre.
- Mer… Merci beaucoup, fis-je d’une voix angoissée
L’homme à ma gauche me malaxait la fesse sans plus aucune retenue et tous les clients, du bistro, doivent jouir d’un spectacle gratuit. C’est aussi à ce moment qu’une autre main se posa sur ma fesse droite et le bout des doigts glissèrent entre mes jambes. Les deux hommes sur ma droite s’étant rapprochés au point de se tenir contre et derrière moi.
Je sentais le souffle de l’homme derrière moi me chauffer la nuque et une main s’aventura sur mon sein droit, seulement protégé par un body moulant. Comme, je ne porte jamais de soutien gorge, mon téton fut accessible facilement et ne tarda pas à subir pincement et étirement. Levant mes yeux paniqué vers le patron du bar, je vis ce dernier faire signe aux hommes qui m’entouraient et me tripotaient, d’aller vers les toilettes.

La salope ! S’écria Salim, elle jouit et on n’a même pas commencé.
T’inquiète, elle va voir ce que deux noirs peuvent faire avec leur queue.
Je ne peux décrire ce qui se passa ensuite. Le seul repère que mon cerveau retint c’est le va et vient des deux sexes en moi.
Ni le temps, ni la fatigue, ni même le plaisir ou la douleur ne laissèrent de trace en moi. Seul le ramonage ininterrompu des deux sexes en moi, marquèrent mon esprit.
Lorsque, je repris mes esprits, j’étais allongée, en chien de fusil, sur le lit et une douleur sourde mais supportable émanait de mon entre-jambe.
Le brouillard de mon esprit disparaissait lentement laissant derrière lui des limbes de plaisir et de jouissance.
Je vis avec effrois Abdou et Salim s’approcher de moi, leur sexe à l’horizontal comme s’ils n’avaient pas encore baisé.
Alors petite salope, prête pour la troisième partie ?
Grumf !... Grumf !...
On ne parle pas la bouche pleine ! Dit Salim en me donnant un claque sur les fesses.
T’as raimister ! Pote ! Elle est mal élevée cette petite pute.
Ils se mirent à me détacher et ôter mon bâillon. Je voulu me redresser, mais aucune power ne me permirent de bouger. J’étais comme paralysée, vidée de toute énergie.
Ils me retournèrent et mirent ma tête au bord du lit. Puis, ils se mirent à me flageller le visage avec leur sexe tendu et dur.
Alors ! Salope ! Tu en veux encore ? Demande-le nous gentiment ! Dit Abdou
Ouais ! C’est ça ! demande-nous renchérit Salim
N’ayant aucune power pour lutter, mon esprit complètement perturber par ce que, je venais de subir et ne voulant pas trop souffrir, je leur dit les phrases qu’ils m’avaient fait répétée sans cesse au début et qui s’étaient imprimées dans mon cerveau.
S’il … vous… plait, Monsieur Abdou… baisez-moi ! Mettez… votre grosse… heu… queue en moi !
Ouais ! C’est bien ! Continue salope !
Remplissez-moi…heu…de votre…heu…. Sperme ! Mettez-moi…votre grosse queue dans mon cul !
Les phrases venaient toutes seules et avec de plus en plus de facilité pour mon cerveau et mon éducation. Je compris alors avec effroi, qu’ils m’avaient conditionnée l’esprit et que mes propres paroles m’excitaient réellement.
Je mouillais ! Je n’en cru pas mon corps mais, ce que je disais m’excitais au plus haut point. Leur sourire béat me confirma que, ce que je suppliais, leur plaisait.
Ok ! Ma salope ! Puisque tu le demandes, tu vas en avoir !
Ils me mirent à genoux, à côté du lit, mais comme je ne pouvais tenir droite, Salim me pris les bras et les mis en arrière sur le dessus du lit et me tint les poignets.
Abdou pris ma tête et poussa mister sexe sur ma bouche. Il baisa ma bouche comme si c’était un vagin. Je ne sus même pas le sucer ou l’aspirer, Abdou n’en tenait pas compte. Il faisait de douloureux va et vient au fond de ma gorge, me faisant saliver abondamment. Bien sur, à peine la moitié de mister sexe entrait dans ma bouche et touchait le fond de celle-ci. Abdou n’hésitant pas, à essayer d’aller plus profondément, avec comme conséquence de brusque envie de vomir.
Après un temps qui me sembla l’éternité, il se retira plaça mister gland sur le bord de ma langue et se masturba de plus belle.
Ma bouche grande ouverte, la langue tirée à fond, je sentis avec une seconde de retard le moment de mister éjaculation.
Le premier jet fut d’une telle violence qu’il s’engouffra directement dans ma gorge, il fut suit de deux autre tout aussi violent puis de quelques uns moins abondant et plus espacés.
Avale ! Salope fut les seules paroles d’Abdou
Ce que je fis évidemment, ensuite il me fit lécher mister sexe et proposa à Salim de le remplacer.
Je reprenais seulement mon souffle que le sexe de Salim envahit ma bouche et ce fut reparti pour un tour.
Plus permisterne ne tenait mes poignets et je du m’accrocher au couvre-lit pour ne pas m’écrouler sur mes talons. Mes bras tiré en arrière commençaient à me faire mal, mais coincée comme je l’étais, je ne savais rien y faire. Ma nuque contre le bord du matelas, permettait à Salim, de me pénétrer la bouche, le plus loin possible. Mes mâchoires commencèrent à me faire mal et des larmes coulaient toutes seules de mes yeux. C’est alors que je sentis un objet dur et froid se placer contre ma vulve.
Ecarte ! Ordonna Abdou.
J’obéis immédiatement et l’objet commença à me pénétrer. Salim s’en donnait à cœur-joie dans ma bouche et je sentais cet objet s’enfoncer de plus en plus écartant de plus en plus fort mes parois vaginales. Une monté d’adrénaline se fit et en même temps ma gorge s’ouvrit sous la poussé de Salim. Son sexe s’enfonça dans ma gorge, dépassant allègrement ma luette et bloquant ma trachée artère, me coupant la respiration. Ma gorge sembla doublée de volume et l’envie de vomir disparu. Mon nez fut brusquement en contact avec les poils frisés de Salim et mon menton toucha ses testicules. Je compris, en un dixième de seconde que, l’entièreté de mister sexe était en moi. C’est en même temps que l’objet qu’on introduisait en moi, fut brusquement absorbé, par mon vagin et que celui-ci se referma derrière l’objet.
Putain, je suis à fond dans sa gueule ! S’écria Salim
C’est aussi à ce point que, je sentis, une fois de plus, un orgasme monté à l’allure d’un tgv en furie. Sans doute excité, par le fait, d’être entièrement dans ma gorge, Salim, jouis brusquement et je sentis parfaitement les jets de sperme directement, dans mon œsophage.
Puis ce fut le voile noir de la jouissance et du manque d’air qui me fit perdre conscience.
Lorsque, je revins à moi, j’étais couché sur le sol de la chambre. Mon regard porta sur mon réveille-matin et mon cerveau enregistra, «4h15 »
Cela faisait plus de cinq heures que j’étais entre les mains d’Abdou et de mister complice. Mon corps reprenant vie me fit comprendre que quelque chose me gênait entre les jambes et dans mon derrière.
Je soulevai la tête péniblement et vit l’origine de mes différentes douleurs. Une grosse corde me ceinturait la taille et passait également entre mes cuisses. Mais la corde ne rentrait pas entre mes lèvres vaginales et semblait plutôt retenir un objet en moi. Je sentis aussi un objet profondément retenu par la même corde, dans mon derrière. Je voulu sentir avec mes mains et me rendis compte que celles-ci étaient liées ensembles et reliées à un pied de mon lit.
Aaaah ! Enfin elle s’est réveillée, s’écria Abdou
C’est alors qu’une vibration se fit sentir dans mon corps mais, surtout dans mon derrière.
On va voir combien de temps il lui faut pour jouir fit Abdou en me montrant un petit objet dans sa main. Un fil électrique en sortait et descendait vers le sol.
Je compris qu’ils m’avaient enfilé avec un godemichet vibrant. Mais déjà mon cerveau enregistrait ce nouveau moyen d’excitation et une nouvelle montée d’adrénaline se fit.
Ouais ! Comme tu dis on va voir combien de temps elle tiendra et combien de jouissance, elle aura. Confirma Salim s’approchant de moi, me faisant rouler sur le dos et plaçant sa main sur la chose enfoncée dans mon vagin.
Alors que tout mon derrière vibrait au rythme du gode, lorsque Salim retira sa main, quelques chose sembla bouger dans mon vagin.
Un autre godemichet vibrant était maintenant en fonction dans mon vagin. Seulement celui-là semblait bouger dans mon vagin et non vibrer comme celui dans mon derrière.
Les deux noirs semblaient s’amuser de me voir me tordre dans tout les sens sous l’influence de leurs jouets en moi.
Abdou sembla même augmenter puis diminuer l’intensité des vibrations dans mon derrière. Bien sur, il ne fallut que quelques minutes de ce traitement pour que je me torde de plus belle sous des orgasmes multiples et allant en crescendo.
Une fois de plus, je perdis toute notion du temps et de la réalité, pour me réfugier dans une inconscience complète.
Je repris connaissance, avec un sentiment de vide complet et une vibration de mon corps. L’appartement était silencieux et la lumière du jour semblait se profiler derrière mes tentures.
J’étais toujours allongée sur le sol et les godemichets en moi et fonctionnant faiblement. Ne sentant pas encore mes bras et me croyant toujours attachée, je remuai les jambes lentement, pour écarter mes cuisses au maximum, persuadé que cela me ferait du bien.
Mes bras n’avaient pas changé de position et étaient toujours tendu vers l’arrière de ma tête. J’essayai de bouger un bras et fut agréablement surpris que ce dernier exécuta le mouvement demandé. Je mis ma main entre mes jambes pour sentir que les godemichets en moi étaient bien présents. Je cherchai à tâtons le nœud de la corde qui maintenait ces godes en moi.
Les salauds ! Pensais-je, ils ont fait le nœud dans mon dos.
Je me mis à plat ventre et cherchai le nœud. Je mis un temps infini pour le défaire et tout autant pour me détacher et enlever les godemichets, toujours en fonction, de mon corps. Je ressenti aussi avec un certain effroi que pendant que je retirais les godemichets en moi, une nouvelle excitation monta depuis mon ventre. Mais cessa dès que mon anus et vagin fut libérer de ces instruments.
M’asseyant en tailleur, je regardai la taille énorme des godemichets que je venais de sortir de mon corps et les sécrétions qui dégoulinaient, mélange probable de sperme et de ma propre mouille. Celui de mon derrière semblait le plus « sale » car il était maculé de taches brunâtres.
Regardant celui qui sortait de mon vagin, il semblait avoir été trempé dans un bol de sperme tellement il dégoulinait.
Je ne sais pas ce qui m’a pris, es-ce que je devenais folle, mais ma langue sorti toute seule de ma bouche et je léchai avec un certain plaisir ce godemichet dégoulinant de sperme. Je me surpris à le nettoyer complètement et même à le remettre en moi pour y chercher encore du sperme stagnant dans mon vagin.
Des applaudissements retentirent dans mon dos, me faisant me retourner pour voir avec effroi, Abdou, Salim, tout deux rhabillés, et le patron du café qui applaudissaient le léchage du godemichet.
- Je constate qu’Abdou et Salim ont fait du bon travail, s’exclama le patron du bistrot, même au-delà de toute espérance.
- ….
- Puisque tu es prête, continua-t-il, tu viendras, ce soir, vers vingt heure, habillée d’une simple et courte robe. Rien en dessous ! Tâche d’être à l’heure !
Puis, tous les trois tournèrent les talons et quittèrent mon appartement.
- A ce soir crièrent en cœur Abdou et Salim.
Je compris à ce moment précis que j’allais devenir leur chose, leur pute et qu’ au lieu d’être complètement dégoutée des hommes et du sexe, je pensais déjà, avec envie, aux sexes qui allaient me faire jouir ce soir.
Je voulu me lever mais mes jambes ne purent supporter le poids de mon corps. Je me traînai vers mon lit et avec le peu de power qu’il me restait, je me hissai dessus et m’endormi tel quel.
Lorsque, je regardai mon réveille-matin, je vis 15h26 et je me sentis au mieux de ma forme. Seul une petite douleur à la gorge et à mon derrière, me restait comme séquelles de cette nuit de folie.
Je me douchais longuement, appréciant l’eau chaude sur mon corps, puis je m’habillai de façon provocante et sorti faire quelques courses, car Abdou et Salim avaient réellement vidé mon frigo.
A peine en rue, le regard des hommes et parfois même leurs réflexions, me firent mouiller comme pas possible.
Je passais, sans le faire exprès, devant le bistrot de Monsieur Jean et les clients, en terrasse, ne manquèrent pas à leur habitude de me « vanner » avec leurs propositions sexuelles.
Je fis mes courses et revint à mon appartement en évitant cette fois la rue du bistrot. Je plaçai mes courses au frigo et armoires et allumais mon ordi.
Je fis un résumé assez détaillé de ma nuit, à ma Maîtresse Marie, dans l’espoir, qu’elle soit satisfaite de moi, puis m’installée dans le divan, pour regardez la télé, en attendant de me retrouver au bistrot, à la disposition de Monsieur Jean.

Je fis un résumé assez détaillé de ma nuit, à ma Maîtresse Marie, dans l’espoir, qu’elle soit satisfaite de moi, puis m’installée dans le divan, pour regardez la télé, en attendant de me retrouver au bistrot, à la disposition de Monsieur Jean.
Une heure et demie plus tard une icône de messagerie clignotait sur l’écran de mon ordi. Je me levai et allai voir le message. C’était Maîtresse Marie qui ne me félicitait pas car, je n’avais toujours pas obéi à mister ordre. Elle insista pour que, je me trouve un chantier et me mette à la disposition des ouvriers.
Je fus, bien sur un peu déçue, qu’elle n’appréciait pas, ce qui venait de se passer dans ma vie, alors qu’avant, le bistro de Monsieur Jean et la folle nuit avec Abdou et Salim, je ne faisais qu’un peu d’hexib et que, je draguais de vieux messieurs, selon ses ordres. J’étais, quand même, passée à la vitesse supérieure depuis la veille.
Je lui répondis que, j’allais d’abord chez Monsieur Jean et lui promis que, si mon corps et ma tête en étaient encore capable, je chercherais un chantier plein d’ouvrier.
C’est alors que, je vis un dvd inconnu, sur mon bureau. Je le pris et le plaçai dans le lecteur dvd de mon pc et regardai avec stupéfaction, le dernier quart d’heure de ma nuit extrême avec les deux blacks. Ce dernier quart d’heure me montrait nue, au pied de mon lit, me tortillant à cause des godes en moi et les retirant, les léchant et les remettant en moi pour, les recouvrir de sperme, se trouvant dans mon vagin et les lécher comme une friandise.
Je pouvais voir mon visage qui reflétait la joie et le plaisir de faire cela. Je n’en revenais pas d’avoir fait cela. Mon cerveau, devait surement être complètement déconnecté de la réalité.
Un détail me frappa alors ! Sur le sol, à côté de mon lit, se trouvait un objet ressemblant, à une seringue. Je couru jusque dans ma chambre pour vérifié le sol. Rien… Sous le lit, rien… Je soulevai les descendes de lit,…rien.
Je retournai à mon pc pour revoir le film et essayai de faire un arrêt sur l’image. Je du m’y reprendre à plusieurs fois avant d’arriver, à avoir une image nette. Je pu alors bien voir la seringue en question.
Je me tâtai les bras, rien… Je me déshabillée en vitesse a la salle de bain, aucune trace de piqure. Je compris ou du moins, je cru comprendre que c’était Abdou et/ou Salim qui avait utilisés une drogue quelconque pour être aussi performant qu’ils avaient été cette nuit.
Je ne comprenais pas pourquoi, ils avaient laissé ce dvd sur mon bureau. Peut-être pensaient-ils devoir me faire chanter pour que je continue à me soumettre ?
Je me préparai une petite salade pour le repas du soir, ne voulant avoir l’estomac, trop chargé, pour aller chez Monsieur Jean.
A, huit heures moins le quart, j’étais devant la porte du bistrot. Je regardai par le carreau et vis une vingtaine d’hommes étant présents dans l’établissement.
Je sentis mon entre-jambe s’humidifié, tant par la tension que, par l’excitation de la situation.
Deux mains se posèrent, sans douceur sur mes fesses et me poussèrent contre la porte qui s’ouvrit brusquement sous cette poussée. Je fis un bond en avant et tombai sur les genoux au milieu des tables.
Le silence se fit instantanément et je sentis tous les regards sur moi. Une énorme vague de honte et d’excitation me nouèrent les intestins.
Je me retournai au moment ou la voix de Salim fit :
- Notre petite pute, hésitait à entrer, les gars ! Alors je l’ai aidé un peu. Puis, il éclata de rire suivit par une bonne partie des clients.
- Reste à quatre pates et vient ici, petite pute s’écria Monsieur Jean depuis mister comptoir.
Je me mis donc en route à quatre pates en direction du bar, ma courte robe remonter sur mes fesses laissant voir à tous les clients que, je ne portais aucune culotte.
Lorsque, j’arrivai à côté du comptoir, je ne su combien de main et de doigt avaient touché, caressé ou s’étaient enfoncé dans mon entre-jambe, suivie d’exclamation sur l’humidité de celui-ci.
Monsieur Jean me redressa en me prenant par les cheveux et me sermonna sur mon retard et ma façon de traverser mister bistrot. Il me traita de « trainée » de « petite salope » de « garage à bite » et d’autres gentillesses, toutes en rapport avec sa façon me voir.
- Si tu veux boire un café, petite, va falloir le gagner, dit, pour conclure, Monsieur Jean.
Salim se pencha et pris mes cheveux des mains de Monsieur Jean en lui disant :
- Je la prépare et d’ici dix minute elle sera opérationnelle, patron !
- Ok ! Salim, je te laisse carte blanche dit-il en rigolant.
- Vient petite chienne, car tu va avoir du boulot ce soir, dit Salim en tirant sur mes cheveux pour nous diriger vers le couloir des toilettes.
Toujours à genoux, je le suivis, jusqu’au local, puant et sale, des toilettes. Dès que nous fument au milieu, il me releva et ôta ma robe, seul vêtement que j’avais mit. J’étais complètement nue en sandale d’été, à genoux au milieu d’un local, contenant sur un côté, deux portes de wc et sur le mur d’en face trois urinoirs, séparés par un petit portillon qui devait, sans doute protéger des regards indiscret mais, leur grandeur ne donnait aucun doute, sur l’inutilité de ces portillons. Une odeur, d’urine et de saleté, vint titillée mes narines.
Salim me redressa complètement en me tirant par les cheveux et m’approcha de l’urinoir du milieu. Il me pencha au-dessus en me mettant la tête dedans.
J’eus le réflexe de tourner mon visage sur le côté pour que mon nez ne touche pas le fond, mais Salim poussa suffisamment pour que, ma joue touche, la crépine, dégoutante et crasseuse au fond de l’urinoir.
- Reste ainsi et mais tes mains de part et d’autres m’ordonna-t-il.
Je fis ce qu’il me demanda et je senti qu’il me donna de léger coup de pied sur mes chevilles pour que j’écarte les jambes.
Je me retrouvai, pliée à plus ou moins de 90°, la tête dans un urinoir, le derrière, bien en vue et mes mains tenant la conduite de vidange de cet urinoir. Mes petits seins touchaient par moments la pointe en céramique de l’urinoir mais, cela laissait suffisamment de place pour que des mains puissent jouer avec.
- Surtout, tu ne bouge pas dis Salim, je reviens !
Il sorti du local me laissant dans cette position de totale soumission et revint quelques secondes après. Il dévissa, les deux petits portillons de part et d’autre de l’urinoir dans lequel reposait ma tête et après les avoir enlevés, se mit à m’attacher à l’urinoir.
D’abord mes mains, au tuyau de vidange puis passant à plusieurs reprises la corde, par-dessus et par-dessous l’urinoir, m’empêchant ainsi tout espoir de me redresser. Comme il tira suffisamment pour que je sois bien attachée, mes petits seins se placèrent de chaque côté de la pointe de l’urinoir.
Salim essaya de me tirer en arrière, surtout pour voir que j’étais bien attaché et effectivement mon corps ne bougea presque pas. Je sentis qu’il attacha chacune de mes chevilles de façon que je ne puisse restée les jambes bien écartées.
- Voilà petite pute tu es prête pour la soirée, j’espère que les clients seront nombreux et contents.
- Je… Vous… Vous n’aller… Vous n’aller pas me laisser ainsi, suppliais-je du fond de l’urinoir.
- Mais si, petite pute, mais si et même toute la nuit si on a beaucoup de client. C’est ce qu’espère Monsieur Jean en tout les cas, répondit-il.
- Mais… Mais…
- Ta gueule ! T’a juste le droit de te faire mettre et surtout de dire merci à chaque client qui viendra te remplir ! T’as compris ! Petite pute !
- Heu… Ou… Oui… Oui…
- Oui qui ?
- Ou… Oui monsieur Salim
- Ah voilà comment une petite pute blanche doit me parler.
- …
- D’ailleurs tout ce préparatif m’a donné envie.
J’entendis un zip d’une braguette et je sentis un sexe se placer contre ma vulve trempée. Le sexe s’enfonça en moi sans aucune résistance de ma part et lorsqu’il toucha le fond de mon vagin, ma tête cogna la paroi verticale de l’urinoir et ma joue râpa sur la crépine.
- Putain ! S’écria Salim, t’es tellement mouillé qu’elle rentre toute seule.
- He bien ! T’as déjà commencé dit une voix inconnue.
- Cette petite me donne envie comme pas possible à chaque fois que je la vois.
- Surtout dans cette position dit encore la voix.
- Eh ! Attend ! Pas là ! s’écria Salim tout en continuant ses coup de rien en moi, me faisant, me cogner la tête à chaque fois.
- Comment ça ? dit la voix inconnue
- Ils mistert hors services ceux-là dit Salim, tu dois faire ici.
- Ha Bon !
Je vis une ombre assombrir le peut de clarté que je percevais depuis le fond de l’urinoir et avant de comprendre ce que cela signifiait, un jet d’urine frappa ma joue hors de l’urinoir et se dirigea vers ma bouche et mon nez.
Je sentis avec angoisse, l’urine éclabousser mon visage et mes cheveux mais, surtout faire monter le niveau de cette urine dans l’urinoir. Jusqu’au moment ou cette urine arriva à hauteur de ma bouche que je refermai avec précipitation. Malheureusement le niveau continua de monter, et atteignis, rapidement, mes narines. J’essayai de soulever ma joue qui, était sur la crépine, mais l’urine s’engouffrant dedans aspira ma joue et forma un bouchon. Je ne vis qu’une solution si, je ne voulais pas mourir noyée, c’était d’ouvrir la bouche et d’avaler l’urine, au moins pour que je puisse respirer.
J’ouvris donc la bouche. L’urine et autres saletés dans l’urinoir, s’engouffrèrent dans ma gorge. J’avalai cette mixture en pleurant, me disant que plus bas, je ne pourrais jamais tomber.
Salim, continua ses vas et viens en moi, ce qui me procura un début de jouissance. La position, le sexe de Salim et l’avalement de l’urine, firent monter, en moi, un taux d’adrénaline, suffisant pour qu’une première jouissance se déclenche sans que je ne puisse la contrôlée.
L’urine s’arrêta en même temps de couler sur moi et je m’étranglai en avalant une grosse gorgée.
- Regard ça ! La salope ! Elle joui même dans ces conditions, s’écria Salim au bord de la jouissance lui-même car, à peine ces mots prononcés, il gicla dans mon vagin.
Les jets s’écrasèrent sur le fond de mon vagin et augmentèrent ma jouissance. Mon corps fut tellement secouer par Salim et moi-même que, je crus entendre l’urinoir se détacher du mur. Il n’en fut rien et lorsque, je repris mes esprits, je compris aussitôt, qu’un autre sexe était en moi, plus petit et plus nerveux dans ses coups de rein. Je supposai que, l’inconnu avait remplacé Salim, s’en que, je m’en aperçoive, pendant ma jouissance.
Le type me lima comme une vulgaire poupée gonflable, sans aucune caresse, sans aucune marque de partage. Il se vida d’ailleurs assez rapidement en moi.
- Waouh ! Elle est bonne cette salope. Complimenta l’inconnu.
- Si tu as des copains, n’hésite pas. Monsieur Jean est d’accord du moment qu’ils consomment, dans le bar.
- Ah ! Fit l’inconnu, elle remplace les cacahouètes qu’on donne avec la bière.
- C’est… C’est ça dit Salim, en rigolant, tu l’as trouvé, sacré Paul, va !
Ils sortirent tous les deux me laissant dans cette position. L’urine sembla diminuer lentement. Un frismister me parcouru entièrement, au moment, où sans doute, un courant d’air se fit.
Je ne restai pas longtemps seule attachée à mon urinoir, car des voix se firent entendre et se reprochèrent.
Quelques exclamations se firent entendre avant qu’un nouveau sexe s’introduisit en moi, mais pas pour longtemps car, après quelques allers et venues en moi, le sexe se retira de mon vagin pour se coller sur mon anus. Je me préparer à souffrir et je fermai les yeux.
C’est au moment où le sexe poussa sur ma rondelle anale, qu’un jet d’urine, frappa mon nez et ma bouche sur le côté. J’ouvris la bouche par reflexe et le jet frappa l’intérieur de ma joue, celle justement qui, était collée à la crépine de l’urinoir.

La pénétration de mon anus, me fit ouvrir encore plus grand, la bouche pour, rechercher de l’air qui, je croyais, allait compenser cette pénétration. C’était, bien sur sans compter, l’urine qui s’engouffrait dans ma gorge et que je fus obligée d’avaler sous peine de noyade.
Cette fois, je sentis des mains me palper et me pincer les seins et les tétons. Une nouvelle jouissance montait, inexorablement, en moi. Le jet d’urine s’arrêta quelques secondes pour reprendre de plus belle. Je pouvais distinguée plusieurs voix différentes. Le sexe dans mon derrière accéléra mister mouvement puis, s’arrêta tout au fond de moi. Je pus alors, sentir les soubresauts du sexe en moi, lâchant ses jets de sperme.
Je n’arrêtais pas d’avaler de l’urine, pour éviter qu’elle n’atteigne l’entièreté de mon nez. Mon œil droit, baignait dans la pisse et je n’osais plus ouvrir les yeux de peur de recevoir de l’urine dessus.
Le changement de sexe, dans mon derrière, se fit sans mon avis et les coups de rein reprirent de plus bel. Ma pauvre tête, baignant à moitié dans la pisse et le dessus de mon crâne frappant, au rythme des coups de rein, la paroi verticale de l’urinoir, éclaboussant, par ce fait, mes cheveux, qui ne trempaient pas, dans l’urine.
Je ne peux dire combien de temps s’écoula entre Le moment où, je fus attachée, aux urinoirs et le moment où, Salim, me détacha. Je me rappelle seulement qu’entre, plus ou moins, quatre ou cinq clients, quelqu’un, m’essuyait l’entre-jambe puis, les pénétrations recommençaient.
Je tombai assise par terre, les chevilles toujours attachées aux autres tuyaux de vidange, des urinoirs de par et d’autre du mien. Mon derrière baignant dans une marre d’un liquide mélangé, de sperme, de crasse et d’autre matière que les nombreux clients, venu se vider en moi, avaient sous leur chaussures.
- Pas mal pour une première fois, me complimenta Salim et Monsieur Jean, venu assister à ma délivrance.
- Mais certains clients se mistert plaints de ton silence.
- Mais…
- Y a pas de « mais » tu devras, à l’avenir ne pas oublier de dire « merci » et de les excités plus que, par ta position. Par exemple en leur demandant de te remplir, de te bourrer le cul, enfin toutes ces phrases qu’Abou et Salim t’on apprises hier ! Continua Monsieur Jean.
- Tu crois qu’elle à méritée un café, dit Salim en riant.
- Bien sur ! Si,… elle le paye ! Fis Monsieur Jean
Je ne crois pas pouvoir avaler du liquide, après ce que je venais d’avaler comme urine. J’avais d’ailleurs mon ventre tellement gonflé que, je me croyais enceinte.
C’est à ce moment et sans que, je puisse me retenir, un jet d’urine fusa de ma vulve comme une fontaine.
- Mais qu’elle salope, s’écria Monsieur Jean, elle va tout me dégueulasser, avec sa pisse.
- Attend ! Patron, j’ai une idée dit Salim.
Il détacha les cordes de mes chevilles et avec une des cordes, me fit un collier, qu’il s’empressa de mettre autour du cou. Il relia les deux morceaux de corde et relia la partie libre au tuyau de vidange de l’urinoir centrale. (Mon urinoir)
- Voilà patron ! Comme cela elle pourra aller dans tous les coins du local et nettoyer vos toilettes.
- Salim ! Si je ne t’avais pas, je devrais te créer. Excellente idée. Va lui chercher le matos pour nettoyer.
Salim, sorti quelques seconde pour revenir avec un seau et une raclette.
- Pas besoin de torchon, Patron, sa robe fera office de loque.
- Tu as compris ! Traînée ! Je veux que ce local soi impeccable avant de te laisser partir.
Je n’en croyais pas mes oreilles. Je venais de satisfaire, je ne sais combien de client à Monsieur Jean et pour me remercier, il m’obligeait à nettoyer ce local et avec ma robe en plus.
- Mais… Mais Monsieur Jean… S’il vous plait
- Quoi ! T’es pas contente de me faire plaisir ?
- C’est… Ce n’est pas ça. Mais… Mais… je suis….
- T’es quoi ? Fatiguée ? Une jeunette comme toi ?
- Ben… Ou…Oui… S’il vous plait… laissez-moi rentrer… Je … Je reviendrai demain si vous voulez…
- De toute façon tu reviens demain, donc tu nettoies, puis,… on verra !
- Je…
Une gifle fusa et je me tus. J’essayai de me relever mais, je glissai sur cette marre de liquide, sous moi. Après plusieurs essais sous les regards amusés de Salim et de Monsieur Jean, je me mis debout, les jambes tremblantes et je fus stupéfaite de la grosseur de mon ventre.
A peine debout que, j’urinai de plus belle, comme si, je n’avais plus urinée depuis des années. La pisse gicla avec violence sur le sol éclaboussant les chaussures de Monsieur Jean, qui fit un bon en arrière.
- La pute ! Elle pisse sur moi maintenant.
Salim, me prit par les cheveux, trempés d’urine et me força à m’agenouiller. Ma vessie continuait de se vider pendant ce temps. Il poussa ma tête, jusqu’aux chaussures de Monsieur Jean.
- Lèche te nettoie tes saloperie m’ordonna Salim.
Je fis ce qu’il m’ordonna tout en continuant d’uriner car, la position que j’avais, devait surement faire pousser, mes intestins, sur ma vessie.
Monsieur Jean, me laissa lécher ses chaussures sans les soulever du sol. Ce qui eu pour conséquence, que ma langue léchait, pour moitié, le côté de ses semelles et la partie du sol autour de ses chaussures.
- Dans le fond, elle pourrait tout lécher, le local entier dit soudainement Salim.
- Là, mon petit Salim t’exagère un peu. Laismisters-là déjà nettoyer avec sa robe et on verra pour plus tard.
- T’as bien compris, me demanda Salim.
- Heu… Ou… Oui, Monsieur Salim.
Monsieur Jean, sorti mister sexe de sa braguette et fis signe à Salim de sortir. Il se mit à se masturber dès que Salim sorti.
- Reste à genoux et ouvre bien ta bouche, petite traînée.
Je me rapprochai de Monsieur Jean pour, que ma bouche soi bien, en dessous de mister sexe. Il se masturba pendant de longues minutes et lorsqu’enfin, il joui, il abaissa mister sexe jusqu’à l’entrée de ma bouche et lâcha ses giclées dedans.
- N’avale pas… tout … de suite, dit-il entre deux spasmes.
Ce fus presque un plaisir pour moi d’avoir du sperme dans la bouche, au lieu de la pisse que, je reçu pendant toute la soirée.
Ma main droite descendit vers ma vulve pour me caresser, mais lorsque mes doigts touchèrent les petites lèvres un flot de sperme s’échappa et me trempa les doigts.
- Maintenant tu peux avaler, me dit Monsieur Jean.
- Mer… Merci… Mon… Merci, Monsieur Jean, fis-je, en déglutissant le sperme.
- C’est bien ! C’est bien ! Petite ! Aller maintenant au boulot et que tout soi bien propre pour demain.
Monsieur Jean sorti du local et ferma la porte. J’entendis parfaitement la clé tourner dans la serrure. J’étais primisternière de ce local et toujours à genoux je me mis à pleurer.
Les nerfs, me lâchais, très probablement. Je me couchai sur le carrelage froid et sale et je m’endormis secouer par des sanglots. Une douleur me réveilla et ma fesse gauche, me fit un mal de chien.
- On t’a dit de nettoyer et pas de dormir s’écria Abdou, qui venait de me donner un coup de pied au cul.
- Mais…
Abdou, était là, je ne l’avais pas vu ou entendu de la soirée et maintenant il était présent et me donnait des ordres. Je vis parfaitement une de ses mains caresser le devant de mister pantalon et une grosseur anormale commençait à se voir nettement.
Je me redressai péniblement et chercha ma robe et le seau. Toute tremblante de fatigue et de nervosité, je remplis le seau et trempai ma robe dedans. L’eau était froide et aucun détergent ne semblait existé, dans ce local.
Abdou, jeta un savon carré dans le seau ce qui m’éclaboussa. L’eau me paru glacée et je failli laisser tomber le seau.
Abdou, s’approcha de moi et me prenant par les cheveux trempée d’urine, m’obligea à me mettre à genoux. Je déposai le seau et mes mains se mirent à ouvrir sa braguette et sortir mister énorme engin. Sans qu’il ne me dise rien, je lui fis une fellation de première qualité et ce malgré la fatigue et le froid qui me faisait trembler. Je dois avouer que j’aimais sentir cet énorme sexe dans ma bouche et de recevoir les fabuleuses quantités de sperme d’Abdou.
Je le suçai un certain temps avant qu’il ne jouisse, enfin et me remplisse la gorge et l’estomac de mister sperme onctueux et abondant.
- Mer… Merci, Monsieur Abdou, de votre bon sperme, lui dis-je après avoir nettoyer consciencieusement mister sexe sur toute la longueur.
Il me repoussa comme un objet inutilisable et quitta le local sans un mot et en prenant soin de refermer derrière lui.
Je passai une grande partie de la nuit à frotter, gratter, sécher, les murs, les wc, les urinoirs et l’évier de ce local.
Je n’en croyais pas mes yeux lorsque je vis le résultat, car le local paraissait vraiment propre. Ma robe, par contre, était dans un état de vieux torchon usé. Je m’étais aussi nettoyée et j’avais encore uriné, plusieurs fois, pendant la nuit. Mon ventre plat, me redonnais espoir, de ne pas avoir de séquelles visibles, sur mon corps, par contre, mon cerveau était complètement « destroye » et celui-ci, n’allait probablement jamais récupérer, la petite fille, un peu maso et soumise que, j’étais, il n’y avait que quelques jours encore. J’étais devenue une salope entière et complètement soumise à toute permisterne me le demandant.
J’avais vraiment aimée d’être traitée ainsi et je pensais déjà, faire un résumé détaillé à Maîtresse Marie. J’étais certaine qu’elle serait fière de moi.
C’est vers huit du matin que, de petits coups de pieds, dans mon ventre, me réveillèrent.
- Aller debout petite pute, il est temps de rentrer chez toi, me dit Monsieur Jean
- Je… Ok !... Ok !... je me lève.
Je me mis debout fameusement courbaturée et grelottante de froid, J’avais dormi nue rouler en boule dans un coin du local. Monsieur Jean, me tendait ma petite robe, crasseuse et abimée par le nettoyage du local.
- Tiens ! fit-il, je crois que c’est à toi. Tâche de venir proprement ce soir et pas avec des frusques qui pue les chiottes
- Mais… Mais, je ne vais pas sortir comme ça…osais-je dire
- C’est ta robe ou pas ?
- Oui… Mais…
- Met, tes vêtements et tire-toi vite, avant que je ne change d’avis et te foute dehors, à poil !
- Heu… Bi…Bien monsieur Jean
Je passai ma robe, en tout cas ce qu’il en restait, sale et déchirée par endroit. Je devais ressembler à Cosette dans les « Misérables ». Je sorti par la porte privée et filai droit chez moi, en priant de ne rencontrer permisterne que, je connaissais.
Cette fois, la chance fut avec moi car, le court trajet jusqu'à mon appartement et le hall de l’immeuble ne me fit rencontrer, aucune permisterne de connaissance. Je tremblai de joie et de fatigue en mettant la clé dans la serrure.
Retrouver enfin mon chez moi, me doucher, me laver et enfin dormir dans un vrai lit. Je ne pensais qu’à cela en pénétrant mon appartement.
Ma joie fut de courte durée, la première vision que j’eus, en pénétrant mon salon, c’est de voir Salim, allongé et ronflant sur mon divan. Il était simplement vêtu d’un caleçon et sa main tenait mister sexe à moitié sorti. La deuxième vision que j’eus, c’est de voir le désordre et les déchets, bouteilles, emballages qui traînaient partout.
- Ah enfin ! T’es là dit Abdou en sortant de la cuisine, un sandwich à la main.
Il était aussi en slip et on pouvait nettement voir la forme de mister sexe, malgré qu’il fût au repos.
- Mais… Mais qu’es ce… Mais qu’es-ce que vous faites ici demandais-je.
- Comment ça ! T’es pas au courant ?
- No… Non…
- Ben Salim et moi on s’installe chez toi, enfin… je veux dire chez nous et on est content que tu sois là pour tout nettoyer.
- Mais….
- Putain ! T’as pas l’air au courant il me semble !
- Mais… Mais non… Je ne … je ne comprends pas.
- C’est très simple, petite pute, Ici c’est chez nous et on est là pour te maintenir en forme pour Monsieur Jean. Il nous a demandé de s’occuper de toi pour, te transformer en une bonne et obéissante petite pute.
Je m’écroulai assise, complètement abasourdie et me rendant compte que, ma vie, avait vraiment fait un bond dans un univers de soumission totale. Je savais déjà que j’obéirais à toutes leurs exigences.
- Dès que tu auras tout remis en ordre, tu pourras t’apprêtée car, on va faire un tour du côté de la cité. On a deux trois amis qui, aimeraient faire ta connaissance, surtout, depuis qu’on leur a dit, de quoi tu es capable.
- Bi… Bien, Monsieur Abdou. Dis-je en me relevant.
- Fait pas trop de bruit, car Salim dors. Il est fatigué à cause de toi.
- Com… Comment ça ?
- Il est resté éveiller cette nuit pour te surveiller, pendant que, tu nettoyais les toilettes de Monsieur Jean.
- …
- Bon ça suffit ! Au boulot, petite pute, mais vient d’abord me vider les bourses, elles mistert un peu lourde à porter. Fit-il en rigolant et mordant à pleine dent dans mister sandwich.
Abdou, abaissa mister slip et mister sexe commençait à grossir. Je m’approchai et m’agenouillai devant lui. Je pris mister sexe en main pour le masturber.
- Chans les mains ! Uni…chement avec t…cha bouche ! fit-il en mâchant mister sandwich.
Je mis mes mains sur la tête, ouvrit la bouche et pris le sexe d’Abdou dans celle-ci. Dès qu’Abdou eu joui de longues et abondantes giclées, il se retira de ma bouche et m’ordonna de faire le nettoyage de SA piaule.
J’étais encore souillée de ma nuit et la bouche au goût de sperme d’Abdou, que je commençai à faire un nettoyage de l’appartement.
Bien entendu, Salim se réveilla et me sodomisa pendant que, je nettoyais le tapis. Je demandai aussi à Abdou si je pouvais écrire un mail à Maîtresse Marie car, elle m’avait donné un ordre que je ne pouvais satisfaire. Lorsque Abdou eu connaissance de l’ordre et se marra de plus belle et me dit :
- Ben, je crois petite pute que ta journée va être très, très longue.
- Ouais ! Fit Salim, après la cité, on ira te chercher un bon grand chantier pour que tu puisses t’amuser un peu.

Deux histoires... une réédition en moins de deux mois...
Merci pour la seconde qui m'a l'air passionnante.

Ma salope s'épanouit


Dans les épisodes précèdents, j'ai fait éduquer ma femme et je profite maintenant de cette nouvelle situation.

Comme ma femme est devenue plus salope qu'avant, un jour je lui ai dit qu'elle m'étonnait d'être devenue subitement plus chaude. Elle me répondit qu'avec l'âge, elle sentait avoir envie de vivre des expériences nouvelles. Je lui ai proposé l'amour à plusiers. Elle m'a demandé des précisions.
Je lui ai dit, soit : un autre homme avec nous, soit une autre femme, soit même un autre couple.
-Qu'en penses-tu ,

Elle m'a dit qu'avec un autre couple, cela pourrait la tenter, mais elle disait ne pas "en être sure".
Sachant ce que je l'avais vu faire, je trouvais qu'elle était un peu gonflée.Je lui ai proposé une visite dans un club coquin. Elle a accepté.

Le samedi souvant, nous sommes allés dans un club spécialisé et nous avons été accueilli à l'entrée par le couple exploitant l'établissement qui s'est montré très empressé. Nous avons été installé à une petite table dans une alcove et nous avons pris un verre.Un homme est venu à notre table et nous a salué. Il avait une quarantaine d'année et était assez bien foutu. Il nous a montré sa femme installé à une autre table et nous a demandé si on voulait passer la soirée avec eux. La femme était un peu moins bien que lui, mais très acceptable. J'ai regardé ma femme pour lui demander mister avis, elle m'a fait un signe de la tête pour donner mister accord. L'homme qui disait se prénommer tom a appelé sa femme et elle nous a rejoint.
Immédiatement, le mec nous a dit ce qu'il attendait de cette soirée :
"Voilà, ma femme et moi sommes bi tous les deux, nous aimons tout, sauf les extrêmes S.M et autres brownieo. Nous n'obligeons à rien et ne nous sentons obligés de rien, mais nous sommes très vicieux tous les deux et vous ?"

J'ai répondu que c'était notre première expérience à quatre et que nous ne savions pas au juste jusqu'où nous irons.
Le mec a commencé à poser la main sur la cuisse de ma femme et lui a dit :
"Ecarte un peu les cuisses que je puisse accèder jusqu'à ta chatte, j'ai envie de te branler devant ma femme et ton mari. je ne voyais pas les cuisses de ma femme, mais le mec a dit : "Oui, comme ça, mais tu mouilles déjà bien ma salope. Elle a sa petite culotte toute trempée. Tu ferais mieux de la retirer. En même temps qu'il disait cela, il avait aussi posé sa main sur ma cuisse et remonté jusqu'à ma bite. Je lui ai dit de continuer de s'occuper de ma femme et moi, j'ai pris la main de la sienne que j'ai posée sur ma queue déjà bien bandée.
Pour la première fois depuis mister arrivée, sa femme à ouvert la bouche pour dire : "Tu bandes bien mon salud, j'ai envie de te sucer devant tout le monde". Je ne savais pas que cela pouvait se faire là, mais elle , avait l'air sûre de mister fait. Elle a baissé le zip de mon pantalon et m'a demandé de lever un peu les fesses, puis elle a baissé le pantalon et le shorty jusqu'à mes genous. Elle a alors commencé à me sucer divinement. Son mari a alors dit à ma femme : "Quattends tu, salope, pour faire la m^peme chose. Et ma femme m'a regardé et j'ai dit ! "Vas-y puisqu'il te le demande. Suce-le bien ma chérie, et surtout ne laisse rien couler sur les moquettes, avale bien tout ce qu'il t'offre."
Très rapidement, lui et moi avons jouis respectiement dans la bouche de nos femmes et c'est lui qui m'a montré l'exemple et roulant un patin à sa femme pour gouter à mon foutre et j'ai fait pareil avec la mienne. J'ai pu lui dire à l'oreille que c'était une vraie petite salope, elle m'a répondu qu'elle faisait tout cela pour moi et qu'elle était prête à en faire encore plus.

La soirée s'est poursuivie encore plus hard, je vous raconterai cela la prochaine fois

Tout de suite après ce hors-d'oeuvre, le mec me dit :" On ne va pas rester ici, allons plutot chez moi pour poursuivre cette petite rencontre amicale".

Nous l'avons suivi chez eux : petit pavillon de banlieue cossu, intérieur chic, moquette épaisse. Dès notre arrivée, la femme du type s'est présentée sous le prénom de Carla, mister mari se prénommant Jean. Je leur ai présenté ma femme : Isa et moi, Bernard.
Immédiatement, je me suis rendu-compte que ma femme plaisait beaucoup à Jean, mais aussi et surtout à Carla. Elle enlaçait ma femme et cherchait sa bouche avec la sienne, Isa n'a pas résisté et très rapidement, ces deux salopes se mistert roulés des patins et se murmuraient des mots doux à l'oreille tout en se caressant.
Marc leur a dit : "sucez vous mutuellement la chatte devant nous, cela va nous exciter" Ces deux salopes se mistert mises à poil et ont commencé à se sucer, Jean s'est approché d'elles et les caressait tour à tour. Très vite, il a eu envie de profiter de la situation et, vu leurs position il glissait sa langue dans la raie du cul des deux salopes, tout en se suçant, elles gloussaient comme les deux chiennes qu'elles étaient.

Par contre, manifestement permisterne ne cherchait à s'occuper de moi. Même, quand je me suis approché, Carla me repoussait de la main. Même Jean cherchait à ce que je ne sois plus vraiment participant. J'ai fini par protester et Carla m'a dit : "Tu n'as qu'à te branler" C'est d'ailleurs ce que j'ai fait.
Pendant ce temps, ma femme suçait la chatte de Carla et Jean s'était mis derrière elle et l'enculait et c'est à moi qu'il parlait : " Regarde ta salope de femme comme elle aime se faire baiser. Ca te plait de la voir se faire baiser par d'autre sans y participer toi-même.".

Très vite, ils ont jouis tous les trois et je me sentais de plus en plus exclu de leur jeu.
Lorsque nous sommes rentrés à la maimister, je l'ai dit à ma femme qui m'a dit qu'elle se plaisait beaucoup avec ce couple, qu'elle avait pris mister pied comme jamais et qu'elle souhaitait y retourner très vite.
En rentrant à la maimister, je n'ai même pas eu le droit de la baiser, elle m'a dit qu'elle était fatiguée. J'ai été assez déçu et assez inquiet.

Le lendemain et les jours suivants, Isa est allée plusieurs fois seules chez eux, je ne l'ai su que plus tard. Le samedi suivant, lorsque j'ai parlé de sortir, Isa m'a dit qu'elle voulait aller chez Jean et Carla.

A notre arrivée, immédiatement, Carla s'est jetée sur Isa et a commencé à l'accaparer. Jean à fait de même. Véritablement, ils me tenaient à l'écart et j'ai décidé de faire plaisir au maximum à ma femme. Je lui ai glissé à l'oreille que je ferais tout ce qu'elle voudrait. Elle a eu un court conciliabule avec Carla et, semblant obéir au conseil de celle-ci m'a dit : "Si tu veux me faire plaisir, suce Jean devant nous !"
Bien sur, j'ai déjà sucé un mec, mais jamais devant ma femme et elle ne savait pas que je l'avais fait. Je voulais tellement lui faire plaisir que je me suis exécuté aussitôt. J'ai pris la bite de Jean dans ma bouche et j'ai commencé à le sucer avec beaucoup d'application. Je suçais ses couilles, je remontais dans la raie de mister cul jusqu'à mister anus. J'ai glissé ma langue dans mister cul et j'entendais Carla me dire, comme si elle voulait me diminuer encore plus aux yeux de ma femme : " Oui, salope, suce lui le cul, encule le avec ta langue. Suce le bien, petite chienne !"

Très rapidement, elle parla encore à l'oreille de ma femme et celle-ci dit à Jean : " Maintenant encule-le !" Je n'en revenais pas, mais j'avais décidé de lui plaire et de faire ce qu'elle voulait pour la reconquérir. Je me suis retourné, me suis mis à genou sur la moquette et c'est moi qui ai dit à Jean : "Allez, prends-moi, encule-moi." J'ai senti sa bite s'appuyer sur mon œillet, puis il a à peine insisté et sa bite est rentrée dans mon cul. Carla me disait : "Branle-toi pendant que Jean t'encule"
Nous avons changé de position, Jean était sur le dos, j'étais sur lui et je me branlais. Très vite, j'ai joui et j'ai déchargé sur ma poitrine et mon ventre. Carla passait sa main dans mon foutre et me le portait à la bouche en me disant d'avaler. J'ai senti Jean qui me vidait ses jets de foutre dans le cul et me disant que j'étais bonne. Ma femme avait l'air un peu gênée et j'en étais un peu troublé, j'avais fait tout cela pour elle.
Un peu plus tard, Jean m'a pris à part et m'a dit :" Maintenant Isa va rester avec nous, elle n'est plus à toi, elle est à nous, elle nous aime et ne veut plus de toi, si tu veux demande lui et tu verras ce qu'elle te dira"

Je suis allé vers Isa qui était toujours dans les bras de Carla, celle-ci avait une main qui caressait la chatte de ma femme et lorsque je lui ai posé la question, elle m'a dit :"OUI, c'est vrai, je vais rester à vivre avec eux, j'aime tout ce qu'ils me font, je me donne à eux, nous n'avons plus rien à faire ensemble et ta démonstration de ce soir était pitoyable."

Je suis parti, très triste en me disant que cela ne durerai que quelques jours et en fait, elle a passé plusieurs années à vivre avec eux. Je sais qu'elle en a pris plein mister cul pendant tout ce temps, je la voyais de temps en temps quand j'allais dans la boite échangiste et elle était devenus leur jouet sexuel, mais elle aimait cela.

J'avais voulu en faire une salope et j'avais gagné.
Voilà la fin de mon histoire, je suis maintenant avec une autre femme qui elle, bien qu'aimant baiser aussi est loin de tout cela et ne sait rien de ma vie sexuelle passée. J'ai parfois un peu de regret et lorsque je suis en déplacement sans ma femme, je tache toujours de me taper soit une autre femme, soit un mec car j'aime toujours les deux sexes.

JE L'OFFRE SOUS CONTROLE

Je trouvais à cette époque que notre relation sexuelle dans notre couple était un peu en panne. Comme je suis bi, j'allais souvent drague dans les wc publics et je trouvais toujours un mec pour se sucer mutuellement.
Un jour, j'ai dragué un mec pas trop aml physiquement et en parlant avec lui, j'ai compris que nous étions dans la même situation.
je lui ai demandé s'il serait d'accord pour baiser ma femme, mais sous mon contrôle.
Je lui ai expliqué que ma femme ne devait rien savoir de cela. Je lui proposais donc de lui présenter ma femme en le faisant passer pour un copain, puis ensuite, je lui faciliterais sa venue à la maimister alors que je n'y serais pas. En bref, je lui faciliterais au maximum l'accès à ma femme.
Dons un soir, je l'ai emmené à la maimister et l'ai présenté à ma femme. Nous avons pris un verre, puis ensuite il est parti.
J'ai pris un peu l'avis de ma femme sur mister physique et elle m'a dit d'un ton un peu distant : "oui, il est pas aml". J'ai compris que ce serait peut-être possible.
Quand j'ai revu Marc, je lui ai dit que normalement, il avait sa chance. Je lui ai dit de venir le lendemain vers 14h00. Quand il est arrivé, je lui ai demandé de m'excuser mais j'avais un impératif et j'ai dit à ma femme de lui offrir le café. Puis je suis parti. Plus tard, vers 16h30, il m'a rejoint dans un endroit convenu et je lui ai demandé comment cela s'était passé. Il m'a dit avoir tenté sa chance, mais sans succès, mais il m'a dit qu'il sentait que cela pouvait marcher et qu'il voulait insister.
Une semaine plus tard, nous avons fait la même chose et quand il m'a rejoint, j'ai compris qu'il avait réussi. Je lui ai demandé des détails et il m'a dit : "J'ai baisé ta femme, mais ce n'étiat que la première fois et je ne suis pas allé trop loin. Toutefois, je sens que je peux en faire une bonne salope, elle a des dispositions." Pour le remercier, nous étions en voiture, je l'ai sucé et il m'a dit que je suçais mieux que ma femme. Il m'a joui dans la bouche.
J'ai trouvé un endroit, dans un hotel où, après avoir un peu arrosé le proprio, j'ai pu arranger une porte de communication de deux chambres avec une glace sans tain.
La rencontre suivante entre Marc et ma femme, j'en ai donc été témoin. Quand ils mistert arrivés, il lui a demandé de se foutre à poil et de se branler un peu pendant qu'il se déloquait. Il lui a tendu un gode de bonne taille. Et pour la première fois de ma vie, j'ai vu me femme se branler et Marc lui disait : " continue, salope, tu me fait bander" Elle, tout en râlant lui disait : "Viens me baiser, j'ai envie de t'avoir dans ma chatte". Jamais je n'avais entendu ma femme parler ainsi.
Il lui a tendu sa bite et elle a commencé à le sucer. Il lui a dit : "tu sais, je veux jouir dans tous tes orifices, ta bouche, ta chatte et ton cul. Je ne ferais pas tout ajourd'hui car nous n'avons pas assez de temps ( il fallait que ma femme aille chercher les gosses à l'école à 16h30), aussi, choisis comment tu vas me faire jouir aujourd'hui"
Ma femme lui a dit : "Aujourd'hui, ma chatte et si tu as le temps de récupérer, mon cul."
Il l'a donc baisé et enculé sous mes yeux. Elle a joui comme une salope. J'en étais fou.
Là encore, après mister départ, je suis allé rejoindre Marc et c'est lui, cette fois qui m'a sucé. J'ai joui dans sa bouche et c'est moi qui lui disait que c'était une salope.
la semaine suivante, sur mes instructions, il s'est débrouillé pour prendre quelques photos de ma femme pendant qu'elle le suçait .
Ces photos ont été bien utiles pour la suite de mon plan, car la semaine suivante, sur ma demande, Marc est allé la rejoindre à l'hôtel avec un copain à lui. Ma femme ne voulait rien entendre alors il lui a dit : " Tu veux que j'envoie les photos à ton mari ?" Elle a commencé à sucer la bite de l'autre mec pendant que Marc l'enculait pratiquement à sec, pour "la punir" lui disait-il de sa rebellion. Cette scène me faisait bander comme un fou.
Le soir, à la maimister, quand nous nous sommes couché, je lui ai mis la main sur le ventre pour la baiser, mais cette salope s'est ourné sur le côté et s'est refusée à moi.
J'avoue avoir hésité à faire comme Marc et j'ai eu envie de la powerr. Mais je n'en ai rien fait.
Je me suis dit que j'allais pour l'avenir lui réserver un traitement spécial. J'ai eu l'idée de remplacer le second mec par une femme. je me suis promis d'en parler à Marc.

Lorsque je revis Marc, je lui ai soumis mon projet. Il fût immédiatement d'accord et me dit connaître la partenaire idéale pour cela en la permisterne de sa femme !!!
Je suis resté interloqué, en effet, nous n'avions jamais parlé de sa femme, je ne savais même pas qu'il en avait une. Je lui ai demandé des précisions. Il me dit :" Ma femme est une vraie salope, bi-sexuelle et consentante pour tout ce que je lui demande, elle sera très bien pour initier ta femme à tous les plaisirs de l'homosexualité."
Nous avons mis au point un scénario et le mardi suivant, je me suis retrouvé dans la chambre avec la glace sans tain.
Ma femme est arrivée la première et comme Marc lui avait demandé, elle s'est aussitôt mise à poil et a commencé à se goder la chatte. Marc est arrivé quelques minutes plus tard avec sa femme, une magnifique plante, blonde véritable avec des yeux superbes.
Ma femme a aussitôt réagi et a voulu se cacher. Marc s'est approché d'elle et lui a dit : "Je te présente ma femme, je veux qu'elle participe à nos ébats;"
Ma femme a répondu : " Il n'en est pas question, je ne suis pas bi et ne souhaite pas le devenir. C'est sans appel."
Marc a alors jeté sur le lit quelques photos et a dit : " A qui souhaites-tu que je les envoie, à ton mari, à tes amis, à tes voisins ?"
Ma femme a compris de suite et s'est mise à pleurer. J'avoue qu'à ce moment, j'ai eu envie d'intervenir et de tout stopper. C'est Maud, la femme de Marc qui m'en a empêché. Elle s'est approchée de ma femme, l'a prise par les épaules et a commencé à lui parler doucement. Tout en lui parlant, elle lui déposait de petits baisers dans le cou, puis sur le visage. D'une main elle lui tenait les épaules et l'autre mais a commencé à glisser vers ses seins et mister ventre. Je rappelle que ma femme était nue. La main droite de Maud caressait le ventre de ma femme qui reniflait encore un peu, mais semblait accepter la caresse. Cette caresse se fait plus précise et la main de Maud se posa sur la chatte de ma femme, qui loin de repousser cette main, écarta davantage les cuisses pour faciliter l'accès à sa chatte. Maud commença alors à branler le clito de ma femme et les pleurs de celle-ci se transformèrent en gémissements de plaisirs. Je l'entendis même dire : " Ha oui, caresse-moi la chatte, c'est bon, tu le fais très bien, tu es très douce."
J'ai su à ce moment que c'était gagné. Marc s'approcha, il avait eu le temps de se mettre à poil et il bandait très dur. Il dit à ma femme : "suce-moi pendant que Maud se fout à poil. Voilà, c'est bien, caresse moi bien les couilles en même temps."
Tout en se déshabillant, Maud disait à ma femme : " En même temps que tu le suces, fous-lui un doigt dans le cul, il aime cela. De toute façon, il aime avoir quelque chose dans le cul, regarde." Tout en disant cela, elle s'était emparé du gode qui traînait sur le lit et l'enfilait dans le cul de mister mari en disant : " Regarde comme il aime se faire enculer, tu vois, il est comme nous."
Lorsqu'elle a été à poil, elle a écarté mister mari et lui a dit : " Maintenant, tu dégages et tu me laisse m'occuper d'elle."
Puis elle s'est approchée de ma femme, elle s'est mise à genoux devant le lit et a dirigé sa tête vers l’entrecuisse de ma femme. Elle a commencé à lui sucer la chatte, ma femme a mis ses deux mains dans les cheveux de Maud et lui a dit : " Oui, j'aime cela, continue !"
Maud s'est alors mise sur la lit et a dit : " maintenant, on va faire un 69, tu vas aussi me sucer et tu seras comme moi, une petite salope bi-sexuelle"
Ma femme n'avait manifestement plus envie de résister, mais plutôt envie d'en faire plus. La situation lui plaisait beaucoup.
Je la voyais sucer Maud, c'était fantastique, j'avais la bite dure comme du bois.
Maud lui donnait des conseils : " Suce moi bien le clito, là, oui, laisse courir ta langue dans la raie de mon cul, oui, suce moi l'anus, oui ma salope, encule-moi avec ta langue, oui, fais comme je te fais. Oui ma salope, c'est super, tu es une très bonne vicieuse. Continu..."
Puis elle s'est retournée et a empoigné la tête de ma femme, approchant la sienne. Elles avaient toutes deux la bouche pleine de mouille, cela se voyait, leurs lèvres étaient luisantes. Maud a commencé à embrasser ma femme, je voyais leurs langues se mêler. C'était vraiment extra.
A ce moment, je me demandais où était passé Marc. Je n'ai pas eu à me le demander longtemps. Je ne l'avais pas entendu rentrer, mais j'ai senti qu'il se collait à moi par derrière pour voir aussi et se faisant, sa bite était pratiquement dans la raie de mon cul. Je lui dis : " Ha non, tout de même, tu ne vas pas m'enculer !"
Il me répondit : " Je vais me gêner." Puis sa bite se pointa à l'entrée de mon cul, j'étais super-excité et ce n'était pas la première fois qu'un homme me prenait le cul. C'est pratiquement moi qui me suis empalé sur sa bite.
Tandis qu'il me pistonnait, je voyais ma femme jouir comme une folle dans les bras de Maud.
Marc me disait : " Que dis-tu de cela. Ta femme est maintenant une vraie salope, je pourrai même si tu le souhaites l'offrir de temps à autre à des gens que je connais et qui aiment se taper une petite bourgeoise bien salope et bien disciplinée qui ne peux dire non à rien. "
Je l'ai senti pendant qu'il me disait cela qui jouissait dans mon cul.
Je lui dis : " On verra cela mais en attendant, je suis le seul qui n'ai pas joui."
Marc se tourna alors et me dit : " Maintenant tu as bien le droit de m'enculer."
J'avais la bite comme un morceau de bois, je lui ai rentré dans le cul et je lui ai dis : "Tu aimes cela hein ma petite salope ?"
Très rapidement, je suis venu en lui, je n'arrêtai plus de jouir.
Le soir, en rentrant à la maimister, j'ai demandé à ma femme comment s'était déroulé sa journée et sans avoir l'air de rien, elle m'a répondu :
"Bof, couci-couça..." Comme ci cela avait été une journée ordinaire.
Je n'en revenais pas. Par contre, le soir, au lit, lorsque je lui ai mis la main sur le ventre, contrairement aux fois précédentes quand elle se faisait baiser pas des mecs, là, elle a accepté mes caresses et nous avons fait une bonne baise.
Une seule chose ne s'est pas déroulée comme à l'habitude, pendant que je la baisais, ma femme me disait : " Oui, c'est bon, traite moi de salope, de chienne, de pute, de traînée."
C'était la première fois qu'elle me demandait cela. Je l'ai fait volontiers et cela la faisait jouir encore plus fort.

Je me trouvais de plus en plus satisfait de faire découvrir à ma femme ses talents de salope, mais j'avais envie d'aller plus loin encore.
J'en ai parlé à Marc et c'est lui qui trouva l'idée : il avait un copain chauffeur routier, très porté sur le cul et qui ne pouvait pas lui refuser un petit service.
Nous nous sommes mis d'accord et les choses se mistert déroulées comme prévues :
J'avais dit à ma femme que ce soir-là, j'avais une réunion importante et que je serais pris jusqu'au milieu de la nuit.
Evidemment, c'est le soir où Marc dit à ma femme qu'il avait besoin d'elle et de ses talents. Elle ne put que lui répondre que cela tombait bien car j'étais absent.
J'étais dans la chambre d'hôtel dans la pièce munie de la vitre sans tain quand il lui a expliqué ce qu'il attendait d'elle :
"Je vais te conduire ce soir-là sur un parking et dans l'un des camions, il y aura un ami auquel tu n'auras rien à refuser. Je veux que tu te conduises comme une vraie pute, une vraie pro. C'est toi qui devras faire des propositions, sois salope car je lui ai promis que la femme que je mettrais à sa disposition le serait. Ne me déçois pas."
En ce qui me concerne, peu avant l'heure du rendez-vous, je suis allé m'installer dans la couchette du camion, je me suis mis dans un sac de couchage et j'ai fait semblant de dormir. Bien entendu pierre, le chauffeur du camion était d'accord et savait qui j'étais.
Lorsque ma femme est arrivée, conduite par Marc, ce dernier a frappé à la porte du bahut. Pierre a ouvert et Marc lui a dit : " Je te présente la salope dont je t'ai parlé, tu lui fais confiance et si tu as envie de quoi que ce soit qu'elle ne te propose pas, tu peux lui faire, elle sera automatiquement d'accord."
Puis, s'adressant à ma femme : "Allez, monte dans ce camion, vas te faire baiser, petite pute, donne-lui en pour mister argent."
Ma femme est monté dans le camion et Pierre lui a dit : " Salut, moi c'est Pierre et toi ?"
Ma femme lui a dit :" Moi c'est Isabelle, "Isa" pour les intimes"
"Intime, nous allons bientôt l'être, allez passe dans la couchette. Ne fais pas attention au fait qu'il y a un mec qui dort dans un sac de couchage, il a pris un très fort somnifère et ne risque pas de se réveille. Il y a assez de place pour nous trois."
Comme il faisait assez sombre et que je m'étais tourné vers la paroi de la couchette, ma femme ne pouvait pas me voir ou du moins me reconnaître.
Une fois installée, Pierre a demandé à ma femme ce qu'elle comptait lui faire et lui offrir. Ma femme lui a dit : "Je vais te sucer partout où tu voudras ensuite je te ferais jouir comme tu voudras. "Pierre lui dit : " Si je veux t'enculer, je peux ?" "Bien sûr, je suis à ton entière disposition."
Pierre lui dit alors, tout en se déshabillant : "Suce-moi la bite salope;" Aussitôt ma femme commença à le sucer avec soin. Je l'entendais qui lui disait :"Oui, tu suces bien, c'est bon d'être dans ta bouche. Tu suces vraiment comme une vraie pute, oui continue, voilà, vers les couilles aussi. Oui, vas vers mon trou du cul, oui suce moi la rondelle, encule moi avec ta langue, là, oui, comme ça, c'est bon. Est-ce que tu fais cela à ton mari ?"
Ma femme a arrêté de le sucer pour lui répondre :"Non, je ne lui fais pas tout cela, avec lui ce n'est pas pareil, il baise bien, mais il me respecte."
Je me suis dis que cela ne tombait pas dans l'oreille d'un sourd.
Elle lui dit : "Viens maintenant, je veux ta bite dans ma chatte, dans mon cul, dans ma bouche, je voudrais que tu ais trois bites pour être prise de tous mes trous à la fois. "
Pierre a commencé par lui mettre sa bite dans la chatte, il lui bourrait bien sa chatte de salope, ils bougeaient tous les deux en cadences et je sentais leur contact je bandais comme un fou. J'avais le coeur qui battait la chamade, mais en même temps, j'étais ravi de cette situation.
Pierre lui a empli la chatte de foutre et ma femme a eu un orgasme terrible, elle geignait en disant : " Ha oui, je jouis, je suis vraiment une chienne, une salope, une traînée, une catin, baise-moi encore..."
Pierre lui a juste demandé quelques minutes de récupération puis, bandant de nouveau, il lui a demandé quel était maintenant le trou qu'elle voulait se faire remplir. Ma femme a opté pour mister cul : "Encule moi maintenant, défonce-moi bien le cul" Elle s'est mise à quatre pattes à genoux. Pierre s'est mis derrière elle et lui a léché l'anus. Je l'entendais dire : " Oui, comme ça, lèche-moi bien le trou du cul, ta bite rentrera mieux, tu pourras bien me l'enfiler jusqu'aux couilles."
Puis j'ai senti que Pierre s'installait derrière elle, et c'est encore ma femme qui se manifesta et qui sans le savoir me décrivait la scène que je vivais sans la voir : " Je sens ta bite à l'entrée de mon cul, power un peu, entre-la doucement, voilà, encore, aie, j'ai un peu mal mais continue, oui voilà, je sens que tu es bien rentré, tu m'encules bien, dis moi que tu es bien."
" Oui, je suis bien dans ton cul de salope, tu sens comme je te possède, petite pute, tu es ma petite enculée."
"Oui, je suis ta petite enculée, défonce-moi encore."
"Oui, je vais inonder ton cul avec mon foutre. Voilà, je jouis dans ton cul, ha c'est bon, oui, ouiiii !"Puis j'entendis Pierre dire à ma femme : "Nettoie-moi la bite avec ta bouche."
"Non, elle est pleine de foutre, mais il y a aussi un peu de merde et même un peu de sang, c'est dégelasse !"
"Et alors, tout cela est à toi, alors nettoie, allez ! Voilà, comme çà, c'est bien, tu vois, quand tu veux, tu es très obéissante !"
Là, je me suis dit que cela allait un peu loin et qu'il allait falloir que j'établisse des règles un peu plus strictes pour ne pas que les limites soient dépassées.
Là encore, quelques minutes de récupération, puis j'entendis Pierre dire : "Et maintenant une bonne petite pipe pour finir. Allez ma salope suce moi la bite et quand je vais jouir avale bien tout car je ne veux pas dégeulasser ma couchette."
Ma femme l'a alors sucé avec beaucoup d'application, j'entendais les bruits de succions, c'était géant, j'avais moi aussi envie de jouir. Cela a duré assez longtemps car Pierre commençait à fatiguer, mais je l'entendis : " Oui, je vais jouir, voilà, comme cela sur ta langue, oui avale bien tout, oui ma salope, tu ne seras pas venue pour rien. Je me demande ce que tu vas pouvoir faire ce soir à ton cocu de mari."
Après avoir bien tout avalé, ma femme lui dit : "Tu sais, mon mari se contente de peu, s'il me met la main sur le ventre ce soir, je me contenterai d'écarter les cuisses et cela sera suffisant."
Puis elle s'est refringuée et quelques minutes plus tard, alerté par un appel de phares, Marc qui était resté à proximité est venu la chercher et elle est partie avec lui.
Pierre me dit alors : "Ta femme est vraiment très douée comme salope, tu pourrais gagner de l'argent avec elle en en faisant une pute pro." Je lui ai dit que cela était hors de question, que j'étais vicieux, voire un peu pervers, mais je ne voulais en aucun cas être un mac.
Je croyais que Pierre me proposerait de me soulager, j'aurais été heureux qu'il me suce, j'aurais eu l'impression de me venger du traitement qu'il avait fait subir à ma femme, mais, il ne m'a rien proposé.
Je suis donc rentré à la maimister où ma femme m'attendait sagement. Losque je lui ai demandé comment s'était passée sa soirée, elle m'a répondu: " Bof, très simplement, devant la télé "
Je me suis dit à ce moment-là qu'elle était vraiment la reine des salopes et je l'admirais de plus en plus. Mon problème maintenant allait être de savoir comment sortir de tout cela et profiter permisternellement de ses talents.
Je crois que le but que je m'étais fixé de la rendre "plus salope" était largement atteint, peut-être trop ...
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Cette fois, j'ai pensé que Marc avait été un peu loin et j'ai décidé de m'en ouvrir à lui. Lors de notre rencontre suivante, alors qu'il me caressait la queue, je lui dis :
- Ton copain routier a bien rempli le rôle que je souhaitais lui voir tenir, par contre, après avoir enculé ma femme, quand il lui a fait sucer sa bite alors qu'il y avait un peu de merde dessus, je trouve que c'est trop... Je crois que je vais maintenant arrêter là l'expérience, j'estime que ma femme est devenue suffisamment salope maintenant et que je peux lui proposer des choses qu'elle aurait refusé de faire avant. Qu'en penses-tu ?
Sans surprise, ce n'était pas tout à fait mister avis.
- Tu sais, moi aussi, j'ai engueulé mon copain Pierre pour ce dérapage car il était bien prévu qu'il n'y aurait ni acte pouvant se rapprocher de l'urologie ou de la brownieologie. Je te promets que cela ne se reproduira pas.
Puis, il a commencé à me faire une pipe d'enfer et j'ai joui dans sa bouche en lui disant que cela était sa punition pour ne pas avoir tenu ses engagements. Après avoir avalé mon foutre et s'être essuyé les lèvres il me dit qu'il allait me soumettre mister projet suivant concernant ma femme et sollicitait mon accord pour le mettre en oeuvre :
-Voilà, j'ai l'intention de la soumettre à un gang-bang avec cinq copains à moi. Je leur propose le "cahier des charges" et la réalisation se fera jeudi prochain dans la chambre habituelle avec la glace sans tain.
- D'accord, mais soyons précis, pas de dérapage comme avec Pierre la semaine passée. J'autorise une certaine forme d'offense mais en vous arrangeant pour lui faire admettre qu'elle en tirera du plaisir. Maintenant je suis convaincu qu'elle est assez salope et vicieuse pour supporter cinq mecs qui la prendraient par tous les trous.

La semaine d'après au jour et heure dits, j'étais dans la chambre, collé à la glace sans tain. Ma femme est arrivée pratiquement en même temps que Marc. Il lui a dit :
- Aujourd'hui, je vais t'initier à un nouveau jeu. Je te mets à la disposition de plusieurs copains à moi et tu dois les satisfaire en tout, je veux les entendre et les voir, car je vais rester ici, jouir et s'amuser avec toi.
Devant les réticences de ma femme, il lui précisa une nouvelle fois que les photos étaient prêtes à m'être adressées.
Cinq minutes plus tard, les cinq mecs entrèrent dans la pièce et je pense que ma femme n'imaginait pas qu'ils seraient aussi nombreux. Elle dit à Marc :
- Non, écoute, c'est beaucoup trop ! Je ne peux pas !
Marc lui rit au nez et lui donna une petite claque d'encouragement sur le cul en lui disant :
-Tu te sous-estime, ma salope, allez, fais-moi jouir tous ces mecs et comme il faut, tu as pour cela une bouche, une chatte, un cul et deux mains. Tu verras, ils vont te doucher avec leur foutre, tu vas aimer.
Dans les minutes qui suivirent, les mecs étaient tous à poils. Ils étaient tous bien montés et bandaient. A partir de là, ma femme ne décida plus de rien, c'est eux qui prirent les initiatives, ils se firent tous sucer à tour de rôle. Chacun d'entre-eux glissa sa bite dans la chatte de ma femme, puis dans mister cul. Ils accompagnaient leurs gestes de commentaires auxquels ma femme devait toujours répliquer, du genre :
- Vas-y ma salope, suce-moi bien la bite, tu l'aimes ma bite ?
- Oui, j'aime ta bite.
- Tu la veux où maintenant ?
-Mets-là moi dans la chatte.
-Non, tiens, puisque tu la demande dans la chatte, je vais te ma mettre dans le cul. Allez écarte bien tes fesses, oui, ton petit trou est beau, je vais le défoncer. Puis il enculait ma femme qui ne manifestait aucune résistance, elle était manifestement ravie de se faire prendre ainsi comme une sale pute qu'elle était devenue.
J'en avais un peu honte, mais en même temps, je bandais comme un dément. Tout compte fait, j'aimais cette situation et je regrettais de ne pouvoir y participer. J'aurais du demander à Marc de me fournir sa femme pour assister à ce fantastique spectacle.
Là, sous mes yeux, ma femme était à la fois enculée, puis un autre avait mis sa bite dans sa chatte et un troisième, au dessus d'elle se faisait sucer. Tout cela était un peu chaotique, mais tous râlaient de plaisir.
Ils se relayaient les une les autres dans chacun des exercices et seule ma femme était toujours "pleine".
Puis, ils se mistert mis d'accord et tous mistert venus au dessus de mister visage en se branlant et des giclées de sperme se mistert mises à ruisseler sur le visage de ma femme. C'est Marc qui n'était pas intervenu jusque là qui dit :
-Allez ma salope, ouvre la bouche, ne laisse pas perdre tout cela.
Elle en avait partout, même sur les seins. Marc passait un doigt sur le foutre et le portait à la bouche de ma femme :
-Allez lèche, c'est bon, dis-moi que c'est bon.
-Oui, c'est bon.
-Dis-moi que tu es une salope.
-Je suis une salope, je suis une chienne, une petite pute...

Tous les mecs se mistert rhabillés et mistert partis sans même la remercier.
C'est alors que Marc a montré une poignée de billets à ma femme en lui disant :
-Tu vois, ma salope, aujourd'hui, tu m'as rapporté un peu d'argent, c'est bien...Allez, tu peux rentrer chez toi, je n'ai pas envie de te baiser aujourd'hui, je ne veux pas passer après tous ces mecs. Par contre, ce soir, fais-moi plaisir, baise avec ton mari, tu me raconteras la prochaine fois ce que tu auras fait avec lui. A bientôt ma salope.

Quelques minutes plus tard, Marc était avec moi et me tendait 250 €, en me disant :
-C'est la moitié de la somme que j'ai demandé aux mecs pour baiser ta femme en groupe. Après tout, il faut bien payer la chambre...
Puis il ajouta :
-Tu as entendu, j'ai demandé à ta femme de baiser avec toi ce soir. La prochaine fois que l'on se verra, elle me racontera ta partie de cul de ce soir, qu'en penses-tu ?
-Hors de question, tu ne reverras plus ma femme, l'expérience s'arrête là. Je me charge maintenant d'exploiter au mieux tout ce qu'elle a engrangé comme savoir faire. Après tout, ta femme est là pour prendre la relève si tu veux.
Bien sûr, la suite ne fût pas exactement ce que j'avais rêvé, mais...Je suis heureux d'avoir connu tout cela.

A ma rencontre suivante avec Marc, il me posa évidemment la question de savoir si ma femme avait baisé avec moi comme il le lui avait demandé le soir de ses derniers "exploits". Je lui dis que oui mais que je ne souhaitais pas lui en dire plus. C'est alors qu'il me dit qu'il s'était mis en cheville avec un exploitant d'un sex-shop pour fournir à ma femme des partenaires "surprise". L'idée me plut assez et le mardi suivant, j'étais de nouveau à mon point d'observation dans la chambre contiguë. Ma femme est arrivée en compagnie de Marc. Il lui dit :
-Fous-toi à poil et fais plaisir aux permisternes que je vais t'envoyer. Tu ne leur refuses rien. Tu dois leur être totalement soumise et peut-être je te rendrais ta liberté avec les photos que je possède de toi. Sois salope comme tu sais l'être si bien maintenant.
Ma femme, très obéissante se déshabilla alors. Marc lui donna une petite claque sur les fesses et sortie de la chambre.

Environ 10 minutes plus tard, un homme d'une cinquantaine d'année, genre un peu frustre rentra dans la chambre. Ma femme était à poil sur le lit. Le type ne se présenta même pas et lui dit :
-Tu es à ma disposition et je fais de toi ce que bon me semble.
Joignant le geste à la parole, il quitta mister pantalon et présenta à ma femme une bite de belle taille mais encore un peu molle.
-Allez suçe-moi et tâche de me faire plaisir, j'ai envie de jouir dans la bouche d'une salope.
Ma femme commença alors à lui sucer la bite avec beaucoup d'application. Le mec gémissait doucement, puis je le vis se raidir brusquement et sa bite fut secouée de soubresauts. En même temps, il se mit à râler et je vis ma femme déglutir du mieux qu'elle pouvait. Il était en train de lui inonder la bouche de mister foutre. Il se retira et sans même toucher ma femme, il se rajusta et quitta la pièce.
C'était vraiment une pipe à la sauvette. Ma femme se rinça la bouche au lavabo puis se remit sur le lit.
Peut-être un quart d'heure plus tard, c'est un couple qui se présenta. Les deux, entre 40 et 50 ans. Lui, pas trop mal et la femme par terrible. A peine entrés, le mec s'adressa à ma femme et lui dit :
-Je me prénomme Domi et ma femme Cathy et d'après ce que je sais, toi c'est Isa.
-C'est çà.
-Voilà, j'ai réussi à décider ma femme à se faire sucer la chatte par une salope, je tiens à ce qu'elle en tire un max de plaisir, je compte sur toi.
Cathy commença à se déloquer et elle vint vers ma femme et s'assit à côté d'elle, c'est Domi qui donna les instructions ensuite.
-Commencez par vous embrasser tendrement. Les deux femmes mêlèrent alors leurs bouches et commencèrent à s'enlacer. Manifestement, elles prenaient du plaisir à cette situation. Cathy glissa sa main vers le ventre de ma femme et commença à introduire mister doigt dans sa chatte. Ma femme commençait à gémir de plaisir tout en faisant de même à l'autre cochonne. Domi leur ordonna :
-Mettez vous en position de 69 et léchez vous la chatte. Les femmes obéirent aussitôt et commencèrent à se sucer. Domi qui s'était foutu à poil bandait comme un fou devant le spectacle offert par les deux salopes. Il décida alors de la suite :
-Je vais vous enculer à tour de rôle pendant que vous vous bouffez la chatte. Il commença par celle qui avait le cul en l'air, Cathy. Manifestement, elle avait l'habitude car elle "avala" la bite de mister coquin sans difficulté ni préparation. Il fit quelques allers-retours dans mister cul et se retira. Il fait changer les femmes de position de telle sorte que cette fois-ci, c'était ma femme qui avait le cul en l'air. Il approcha sa queue de la rosette de ma salope mais ne réussit pas à s'introduire aussi facilement qu'avec la sienne. Il dit alors à sa femme :
-Suce-lui le cul que je puisse l'enculer sans peine.
Cathy fit alors un anulingus à ma femme qui gémissait de plaisir puis, Domi approcha à nouveau sa bite et força alors l'entrée du cul de ma femme. Il s'enfonça en elle jusqu'à ce que ses couilles arrivent jusqu'à la chatte de ma femme. Cette position permit à Cathy de sucer à la fois la chatte de ma femme et les couilles de mister mari. De temps à autre, elle allait même jusqu'au trou du cul de mister mari.
Au bout de quelques minutes de ce régime, Domi se cambra et se mit à jouir dans le cul de ma chienne de femme. Il retira sa bite du cul de ma femme et ordonna aux deux femmes de lui nettoyer avec leur langue. Ce qu'elles firent toutes les deux avec beaucoup d'entrain.
Puis le couple se rhabilla et s'en alla après avoir salué ma femme.
Peu après, Marc entra dans la chambre et dit à ma femme :
-Maintenant, je puis dire avoir fait de toi une vraie salope, je te rends tes photos et je te souhaite de faire à ton mari tout ce que je t'ai vu faire ici. Les hommes aiment tous cela, plus une femme est salope, plus ils en mistert fiers.
Le soir, lorsque je me suis mis au lit, j'ai mis la main sur le ventre de ma femme et je peux dire que depuis, je vis un conte de fée. Elle baise comme je l'ai vue faire. Dès que je lui présente ma bite, elle me suce comme une chienne et si je ne me retire pas de sa bouche, elle avale tout. Elle me dit même qu'elle est ma salope et que je peux faire ce que je veux d'elle.
Je crois vraiment avoir réussi dans ce qui était mon but initial.

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Birth of a New Sissy


I met Jeff one day at the nearby tennis courts. I could never have imagined
what the result of that meeting would be. I suppose I should tell you a bit
about me. I'm a happily married 34 year old. About average in most
respects. A little spare tire trying to form around the middle but in
decent shape. I wear my hair short with a mustache and goatee. I had been
married for about 6 years and had been physically faithful to my wife. I
say physically, as I did think about other partners on occasion, though
probably no more than most men. What was a little unique was my "dark"
sexual secret. Ever since my middle teens I had entertained occasional
homosexual thoughts. Nothing really strong or insistent, but enough to
inspire some guilty fantasies.

My Bi fantasies were helped along by a one-time encounter with a gay friend
in college. It resulted in an exchange of oral sex that seemed to only fuel
my Bi thoughts. I still feel I am predominantly attracted to women. I
couldn't imagine anything romantic with a guy and my attraction to them was
mostly evident when I was horny. Most of the time it was women that would
grab my attention.

So here I was without a partner that fateful day, but I had just finished
watching the Wimbeldon tennis tournament on TV and as usual had the urge to
"smack felt". So it was that I found myself playing against the wall on
some courts near our townhouse community. When I got there I was the only
one around. So I was startled to hear some polite clapping after I had just
finished a make-believe rally against the ever victorious wall.

I turned to regard a well built young man in snug shorts and t-shirt. He
was clean shaven with sandy-blond hair. He was built like a quarterback,
with a slim well muscled body. He couldn't have been more than 25 years
old. There was something familiar about him, but didn't immediately know
what.

"Nice rally. I thought you had the wall beat there for a minute." He said
with a good natured smile.

"Almost." I agreed, catching my breath.

He walked over and offered his hand. "My name's Jeff, I live across the
street from you and your wife."

I reached out and shook hands. He had a dry, firm grip that seemed to hold
my hand a second or two longer than I expected leaving me feeling a little
awkward. "Mine is Eric. I thought you looked familiar." I said, wiping some
sweat with my towel.

"If you're not too tuckered from your match against the wall, we could
rally for a bit?"

"Sure," I said. "Why not?"

We hit back and forth for a while and we seemed pretty well matched. He was
in better shape and quicker, but I seemed to be a bit more consistent. We
ended up playing for another hour or so before we finally stopped. He
hardly seemed tired beyond a sheen of sweat. I was done, however.

He came over, hand outstreached. "Good game." He said as we shook again. He
put his other hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. " As I released
and turned to walk to my bag for a towel I felt his hand slide down my
shoulder to the small of my back. It came to rest at the top of my ass. He
walked along beside me, his hand almost guiding me as he chatted about the
high points of our play. When I reached down to grab my towel I could swear
I felt his hand caress my ass as it slid from my waist. I was feeling
flustered, even though nothing had really happened. But my heart began
pounding and I felt my cock stir.

I just shook it off as me being overly sensitive and not having sex
recently. We walked back down the hill towards the townhomes swapping
small-talk. I learned he was only recently out of college and was working
as a programmer. He worked out of his home most of the week. He was single
and currently unattached having separated from his girlfriend after
college.

As we approached home he patted me on the shoulder. "Why don't you come in
for something to take. I'm sure we're both dehydrated."

I glanced across the street at my place and considered letting Laura, know
where I was, but decided it wasn't a big deal. Jeff noticed my glance and
chuckled. "Guess I can see who wears the pants in your household."

I flushed a little. "Just wondering if I should let her know where I was in
case something came up." I said a little too defensively. He just chuckled
as I followed him inside.

The place seemed fairly spartan. There were a few family looking photos and
a computer setup in the family room. He told me to make myself comfortable
while he walked over to the computer.

"Need to check my email." After a few seconds he smiled and chuckled about
something. "Hey, come over here and look at this." He said pointing to his
PC. "I got a friend who likes to send me porn." He looked me in the eye as
I came over. "Some of it is pretty hot and some is pretty twisted." He
almost seemed to be gauging my reaction.

"I certainly can appreciate good porn." I told him. I looked over and my
heart skipped a beat. On the screen was a young college-type stud leaning
against a wall, legs spread completely nude. Hanging between his legs was a
hard, fat cock of at least 8 inches. I couldn't be sure though since the
head of it was lodged in the mouth of a sexy, lingerie clad shemale. She/he
was squatting between his legs, arms tied together behind her back while
she was impaling herself on a thick, black dildo.

I felt myself flush and my cock hardened instantly at the sight. I'm sure I
saw him glance briefly at my crotch out of the corner of my eye. He just
said, "not sure which category this one falls into. I got a whole directory
full of stuff like this," he continued, pointing at a directory on the
desktop called, appropriately enough 'Hardcore'.

I just nodded, not knowing what else to do as he turned and walked to the
kitchen to get some water. I found myself looking back at the image, but
looked away when I noticed Jeff returning. He handed me a glass.

"I'm feeling real slimy." He gulped the last of the water. "I'm gonna go
rinse off real quick. Make yourself at home." Without waiting he turned and
headed to the bedroom, pulling off clothes as he went.

I was opening the 'Hardcore' directory as soon as he was out of sight. I
was curious what other stuff he had! I was not disappointed. There was a
good deal of light bondage and toy action. A disproportionate amount was
shemale as well. As I flipped through the images my heart was pounding and
my cock was like a rock. It was as if he he had a visual collection of all
my deepest, darkest fantasies. I also noticed that in all of them there was
a young, smooth stud being serviced in some way by either shemales or women
in very submissive roles.

I had skimmed frantically through the entire directory and was going back
through it a second time when I realized the shower had stopped! I was in
the process of closing windows when I heard him chuckle.

"Hey, don't hurt yourself there!" He stood leaning against the door frame;
a towel wrapped around an obviously toned body. "I wouldn't keep 'em if I
didn't like 'em. So don't be embarrassed."

He strolled over and stopped just behind me. "Pretty hot, eh?" He said,
looking at the last window that I had open. It showed a voluptuous redhead,
lovingly nursing on an impressive tool. "It's the look on her face that
really says it all, I think." I could feel him leaning over my left
shoulder. His voice was low and breathy.

"Look at her full lips stretched around that hard cock." I found myself
transfixed by the large photo as he described the scene "There is the sheen
of cum and saliva all over her chin which shows that all she cares about is
pleasing her man."

I never heard him move, but realized his right hand was resting on my
hip. "Why don't you have a seat, it'd be more comfortable than hunching
over like that." He nudged my hip with his hand and I found myself sliding
down into the chair. He then reached over and zoomed the image full screen.

"The look in her eyes says it all" Jeff's left hand was now on my shoulder
and his body was almost leaning against the back of the chair. "It's
obvious she is doing what she's always wanted to do." His voice was almost
reverent. "Using her body, her mouth like it was meant to be used."

I felt him shift, but kept looking at the picture. My body almost throbbed
with each heart beat. My cock was making an obvious tent in my shorts and I
didn't really care. "You can tell she was born for this task. Her mouth was
created to suck cocks." He continued. "To nurse them to hardness." I could
feel my face flush and my mouth dry as I stared at that delicious shaft
stretching that lovely mouth. "To pay homage to a strong, virile body."

I felt pressure on my shoulder to turn. "I'm sure you can imagine what she
must be feeling, Eric." I let his hand swivel the chair, as he
continued. "The curiosity. The need to be submissive to a stronger man?"

I completed the turn in the chair. Jeff stood before me, completely
nude. His body smooth, hairless and perfectly toned. Slight washboard
stomach. Strong thighs and calves. And there at eye level, hung his
cock. Extending from his clean-shaven crotch at least 8inches with a hefty
thick shaft. It was the most amazing piece of male equipment I had ever
seen.

"You can imagine why she would want to service her master's body, can't you
Eric?" He stepped closer. His semi-hard cock only a few inches from my
face. I could feel the heat radiating from it. "Finding your true
vocation." It filled my vision. "Finally realizing where you belonged in
the world." Thick, heavily veined and pulsing with life. His hips moved
forward and the head pressed to my lips. "Worshiping the cock of your
master."

He pressed forward and without hesitation my mouth opened, allowing his
cock inside. My eyes closed and I heard myself let out a low moan as his
hard shaft stretched lips. He chuckled at that. "Yes, it feels so good to
give in and become the submissive you've always wanted to be." I reached up
to his thighs, but he stopped me.

"No!" He said sharply. "You only have permission to touch me with your
mouth. Pull down your sweats but leave them around your ankles."

I complied, without letting his cock leave the new home it had in my
mouth. In fact at that moment the last thing I wanted was to lose my
mouth-lock on his succulent meat. My own dick was almost painfully
hard. "Now I see why you were so mesmerized by the cocks in those
pictures. Your's is pretty unimpressive, isn't it." It was phrased as a
statement, not a question. I had always thought of it as average at about 6
inches. Average or not, compared to his it was unimpressive. "Is Laura
really satisfied with it?" He let that hang in the air as his hands grasped
my head and began to use slow, deep strokes to fuck my mouth. "Or do you
have to use your pretty mouth to make her cum?" I couldn't answer as he
thrust deeply info my mouth again.

"You do have a good mouth. I'm going to really enjoy breaking it in." He
sighed as his cock began to press into my throat. "So warm and wet. So
eager!" He went a little deeper with each thrust. "It's just a waste not to
use it. To train it." The air was filled with the wet slurping sounds of my
mouth as he slowly worked to breach my gag reflex. I knew what he wanted. I
wanted it too. I began to push forward on each thrust. 'Soon,' I thought,
'he will fill my throat.' That sent a shiver through me. Just thinking of
this thick meaty shaft violating my virgin throat pulled another moan from
me.

"If your little cockette is good enough for Laura, imagine what THIS could
do for her hungry cunt!" His hips rocked forward and the head of his cock
slipped into my throat for the first time. At the same time my mind was
filled by a picture of Laura's voluptuous body on her knees gasping and
whimpering as Jeff began feeding his cock inside her. I groaned at the
combination of his cock going deeper in my throat and the unfolding scene
in my minds eye. There was a whirlwind of emotions inside me. Lust at the
images that filled my brain and offense at thinking of my wife's pussy
fucked into presentation under Jeff's pounding shaft. I could almost hear her
crying out in ecstasy and begging for more of his wonderful meat.

"That's a good little cocksucker!" He grunted as his balls finally pressed
against my chin. I had been so busy wrestling with my emotions that I
hadn't realized he was almost fully inserted in my mouth. "I'm fucking your
throat now. Warm and tight just like your pretty wife's pussy, I bet." I
felt light headed as he would go balls-deep in my mouth and pause for a few
seconds before pulling all the way out. "Just like a well fucked cunt. Your
wife's well fucked cunt!"He punctuated this with another chocking
thrust. "You love this don't you? Being used for my pleasure. Your throat
just a willing recepticle for my enjoyment. The joy of presentation to my
cock." I shivered as I listened to him. It was true. He was fucking my
mouth like some cheap sorority slut, and I loved it! I had always had some
submissive fantasies, but I never thought I'd be so comfortable servicing a
strangers cock.

"Imagine your wife screaming in lust as I stretch her cunt around this
thick cock!" I couldn't help it. I was already imagining it. "Of course
she'd have to get on her hands and knees and beg me for it." I could see it
in my head. Laura on her knees, curvy ass raised high. Two fingers jammed
inside her pussy as she begged Jeff to take her. It filled me with
offense, guilt and raw lust.

My mind was pulled back to the present as Jeff pulled out of my mouth. I
let out an involuntary whimper as his saliva and cum coated cock slid from
my mouth leaving slimy juices dribbling down my chin and cheeks. Without
warning he grabbed my shirt front and pulled me down onto my back. Jeff
quickly stradled my head, facing my feet. Without pausing he leaned forward
and slid his cock back into my mouth as if slipping back into a wet
pussy. He was now truly fucking my face. He held himself up and just used
his hips to fuck my mouth with short strokes.

"Suck on my cock with those pussy lips! Milk me good and I'll give you a
treat!" He was groaning and I could tell he was close. "That's it! That's
it! I knew what kind of permister you were when we first met. I could see a
weakness there. Someone who needed a strong hand to lead them to where they
really wanted to go. To be just a cock sucking sissy!" He pulled out and
left his shiny cock just out of reach. "Just think of poor Laura, stuck
being poked by a little sissy-boy, when she really dreams of a man's cock
filling her with buckets of cum. My cum, smeared all over and dribbling out
of her stretched cunt as she shudders from an orgasm like she's never felt
before."

I tried to recapture his cock with my mouth but he kept it bobbing just out
of reach. "So tell me, how many pairs of panties to you have hidden away?!
Tell me the truth, you do have some don't you?"

I tried once more to catch his glistening shaft. I didn't want to answer. I
wanted desperately to swallow his cock and lose myself in pleasuring it.

"I asked you a question you little slut!" He barked.

"Yes, I . . . I have some panties."

A chuckle. "How many pairs and what kind?"

"Two pairs of . . . purple french cut panties." I mumred. "I'm not a sissy
or a slut." I protested weakly.

"What would you call a man who willingly gives his mouth and throat for
another man's pleasure? Who gets turned on at the thought of his wife being
fucked by another man? Hmm? Sounds like a sissy-slut to me." As he said
this he rubbed the slippery head of his cock over my cheeks and chin. Never
quite letting me get it back in my mouth. "I bet when Laura's out of town
you dress in pantyhose, panties and jerk off dreaming of hard cocks, don't
you?"

"Sometimes." I said softly. How did he know all this about me? I had always
felt that this part of my life was kept closely guarded. I only played
occasionally, but I did like the feel of tight pantyhose hugging my thighs,
hips and ass. One pair of hose had the crotch cut out so my cock and balls
hung free and I could play with my asshole while I masterbated.

"That's a good girl. Accept your destiny." Jeff said and slid his meat back
into my mouth. He returned to stroking deep into my throat as he
spoke. "That wasn't so hard was it? I'm sure Laura has no idea about your
slutty, cocksucking desires, does she? Do you think she'd like to watch you
nursing on my cock?" I tried to answer that I didn't want her to know, but
couldn't manage more than a hum around his shaft. "She might finally
understand why you can't truly satisfy her."

He pulled all the way out then pushed it back between my lips. "Oh, yesss!"
He hissed, filling my mouth again. "Work those cunt-lips for me! Show me
how much you need my cock in your mouth." He began thrusting with more
urgency then suddenly his hips spasmed and he plunged inside me to the
hilt. "Oooh you hungry little slut! I'm gonna fill your sissy tummy with
hot cum! This is what you've always wanted. Swallow little cum-slut,
swallow it all!!" His pelvis was mashed against my face. Balls on my nose.

His hips and thighs tremred as he ground his crotch against my mouth and
began pumping warm semen directly into my stomach. After the first couple
spurts he abruptly pulled out and began using his hand to drain the rest of
his load all over my face. Some landed into my open mouth, but the rest
dribred down my cheeks. I couldn't believe how turned on that made me. I
felt so dirty, so used . . . and so horny. I almost wished he could keep
cumming. I loved the feel of his stringy spunk splashing across my face.

"Oooh, yeah!" He groaned, still pumping his shaft. "You like it dirty,
don't you? Look at your little clitty, so hard and throbbing. You love
being covered in a man's cream, don't you?"

I felt myself nod. It was true and my cock (clitty?) was pulsing with each
heartbeat. I realized I was rotating my hips like I was a dog in heat. I
reached down to stroke it. I needed to cum so bad! But he grabbed my wrists
and pulled them over my head.

"No playing with your clitty! I want you just the way you are."

"Oh please let me cum." I whimpered. A part of my mind was appalled at what
I was saying. How could I have let myself get into this position. An hour
ago I was playing tennis with some guy I've never met. Now I'm on my back
in his apartment, pants around my ankles with his fresh cum drying on my
face. And I loved it! I was actually kind of glad that he wouldn't let me
cum! It meant this warm feeling of lust would continue. I felt so tingly;
so alive. I knew at that moment I would do just about anything he
asked. His flacid cock was hanging there, still wet from his cum and my
mouth. I hoped he'd make me suck it again.

"You will stay right there and not move." He ordered. "Is that clear?"

"Yes." I nodded. Then I flushed as I added, "Sir."

He smiled as he stood over me. "Very good, Erica." I felt an odd rush at
the name.

He was gone for a few minutes. When he returned he had some clothing in his
hands. He put the small bundle down and pulled out what looked like a
single knee-high stocking. He walked over and looped it around my cock and
balls, making a soft make-shift cock ring. My sagging shaft got hard
immediately as he snugged the stocking down. It seemed to intensify the
feelings of lust as it made my cock and balls jut out almost obcenely. I
found myself focusing on my clitty-cock as it throbbed within the silky
restraint. He produced some scissors and snipped the ends off so there was
just a skin colored ring tied around my equipment. It was barely even
visible.

"You will wear this every day. Now stand up and take off your pants."

I did as told, and stood there with just my t-shirt and socks." He tossed
me something from the clothing bundle. "Put those on. You will wear them
home tonight. You are not to take them off until you go to bed."

I looked at the black, sheer, nylon panties and shivered. My hands were
shaking as I pulled them up my legs and settled them on my hips. My cock
jutted out obscenely in front, but I couldn't help running my hands over my
hips and thighs and ass as I stared at the tight, shiny material. It was so
silky and smooth. I was caressing myself absently as I frowned at the light
hair on my legs.

I looked up into his face and saw a smirk. Then he tossed me a bottle. "Not
done yet, are you?" It was a bottle of hair remover. He pointed at his
bathroom. "You have 20 minutes. I don't want to see any hair below your
head, is that clear? Are you familiar with enemas?"

"Y-yes, sir." I answered meekly.

"There's single-use enema bottle under the sink Get going then, and I
expect you to be cleaned out, shaved and in only panties when you come
out. Don't forget to re-tie your clitty either."

"Yes, sir." I repeated as I headed for the bathroom.

I stepped out of the bathroom 17 minutes later. I couldn't stop myself from
running my hands over my now hairless body. I was already completely hard
again! He sat, leaning back in his chair, still nude, scrolling through
images on his computer.

Without looking up he motioned me to come over to him. "Come here Erica."
When I got up to him he continued. "On your knees." I followed his
instructions. He was scrolling through pictures of shemales trussed up and
having there asses or mouths filled by thick cocks. One that made me
tremble, was a pretty transgirl hanging in mid air, suspended from a sling
of some kind. She was spread eagled with her hard clit clearly visible
hanging down. Her ample breasts were also hanging seductively. Behind her a
well built black stud was shoving a very thick cock up her ass, while
another black man filled her mouth with a heafty piece of meat. It was such
a hot image.

"Bet you wish that was you in the sling?" Jeff said as his hand kneaded my
ass as I dropped to my knees beside his chair. "Here's another in the same
series." The next picture had a third man in the scene. He was on his knees
beneath the shemale with his arms tied behind him. He was valiantly trying
to swallow the shemale's respectably sized clit.

"You'd love to change places with the shemale wouldn't you? Answer me,
Erica."

I responded almost in a daze. "Yes, I would." Jeff's hand had slid down
inside my panties and between my cheeks. It felt nice with his fingers
sliding up and down my crack. Without concious thought I began to push back
into it. On screen the series of photos continued as the shemale was fucked
by both studs. Sometimes the third guy was sucking her and sometimes he was
nursing on her full breasts.

"I thought so. You are getting off on this aren't you? Being controlled and
used?" His fingers began to massage my asshole.

"Mmm-hmm." I whispered hoarsely. I was slipping back into a semi dazed
state of arousal. My hips continued to rock against his hand again.

He chuckled. "Do you want something little Erica?" He removed his hand for
a few seconds while my attention was riveted to the slideshow of shemale
sex on the screen. His hand slid back into my crack making me sigh. It felt
so good to feel his warm hand between my cheeks. Then I felt his hand
massage something wet and slippery up and down my crack.

"Answer me, slut! Do you want something?" His hand slid smoothly between my
cheeks, brushing roughly against my sensitive rosebud. I pushed back
against it, causing me to lean forward at the same time.

"Yesss."

"Speak up slut! What do you want?" His fingers were now massaging my hole
again.

Every time he called me 'slut' I felt a tingle of lust. "I . . . want
. . ." I pushed back, trying to swallow his finger inside my ass but he
pulled away. "Ooooh, stick it in!"

"Be specific!" He barked, losing patience.

"Put your fingers in me. In my ass. Please." The part of me that was still
fighting the lust was disgusted at the whimpering sound of my voice as much
as the actual words. But I couldn't help it. The teasing was driving me
nuts. Without warning he slid two fingers full up my ass.

"Ow . . . oooh . . . mmmmm." The quick jolt of pain disappeared almost
immediately, replaced by a pleasurable sensation. "Ah! Yesss . . . mmmm." I
mumred and moaned, dropping down on my hands and knees, as he finger
fucked me.

"Does your pussy feel good, Erica?"

"Mmm . . . yes, sir." I didn't bat an eye at his continued use of the
feminine form of my name. It even seemed right that if I was to be 'Erica',
then pussy was the correct form of description for my hungry hole.

"Your pussy is so warm and tight. Do you like having your cunt stretched?"
He said as he continued to pump his fingers inside me.

"Yes." I was pushing back now. "More, please."

"More what? Be specific Erica." The more he commanded me the more horny I
became. What was happening to me?

"More . . . fingers. It feels good to be stretched and full." I felt shame
and lust in equal measures, but lust always won out.

He chuckled. "You are such a little slut, Erica! Don't worry, I have
something to help you scratch that itch." He pulled his fingers out of my
now loose orifice, making me groan at the loss. He then reached down under
the desk and moved a box that had been serving as a foot-rest. I gasped a
little at the surprise underneath. There suctioned to the linolium was a
very life-like, fleshy, 7inch dildo.

"I think that will stretch your hungry cunt for you. But I think you should
show it how much you appreciate what it's going to do for you. Don't you?
Go on, get your lover hard and wet."

It was like some weird, twisted dream. I was inside a fantasy world of my
own making. I could have stopped this any number of times, but didn't. The
truth was, I didn't want it to stop. At some level I was very much aware
that I was a man in panties being ordered around by another man. But I
pushed that knowledge back into another corner of my head. When all was
said and done, this is something I had always dreamed about. I wanted to be
Erica for this man. I wanted him to treat me as his slut. And . . .

"I want to suck on it. To show my gratitude." Almost trance-like, I crawled
to it. It was thick, veined and black. My mouth was already watering.

"You should be grateful, slut." He said putting a hand on my head and
guiding my mouth downward. My parted lips touched the head ready to let it
slip inside. "This is the cock that will take your virginity and break the
last of your male spirit."

"Yessss." I let out a low moan and he pushed my mouth down over the spongy
phalus. It slid into my mouth as Jeff's hand urged me downward. I began to
bob on the thick shaft as if it was a real cock. It was almost comforting
to feel it filling and stretching my mouth. I slurped and sucked for
several minutes. My eyes closed, imagining the hard cock of my master
getting harder so it could fuck me good. I was a little dissapointed when
Jeff pulled me away from it.

"It's nice and hard for you, now lube it up." He said squirting some lube
into my hand. I slid my hand over the shaft, coating it well with the
slippery gel. I jacked the cock almost lovingly. It almost felt real.

"Now turn around and squat over your lovers cock."

I did as instructed. Pulling my panties aside I lowered myself until I felt
the cool, blunt tip touch my lubed hole. It sent a shiver through me and
made me sigh. Jeff laughed then put a hand on each shoulder and began to
push me down. I gasped as the head suddenly popped inside me. There was a
pulse of pain, but an accompanying feeling of fullness.

Jeff slowed, but did not stop powering my rubber lover deeper inside me. It
was such an indescribable sensation. I could feel each millimeter as it
slipped inside me. My eyes closed and my head fell back. All I could do was
moan and gasp as my new cunt was deflowered. I finally bottomed out, with 7
inches of rubber cock burried deep inside.

"Ohhh God . . . I'm soooo fulll!" I grunted as I squated there on the
floor.

"I think you can take a little more cock." Jeff said. My eyes flicked open
just as he thrust his fat cock into my half open mouth. "Now fuck your
lover and suck my cock slut!"

I responded by taking his cock deep in my mouth and begining to bounce on
the shaft in my cunt. It wasn't long before I was slamming myself full
length onto the rubber dildo while moaning around Jeff's delicious cock. I
loved pulling all the way off then dropping back down and feeling the fat
head pop back inside me. Each thrust rubbed my prostate and generated waves
of pleasure. It also bounced my own hard clitty, inching me closer to my
own orgasm.

I could hear myself whimpering louder and louder as my release
approached. "Oh yes. Oh yes! F-fuck, m-meee. Oh, yessssss. Fuck
me. Feeeeelssssssoooooggoooooddd." I moaned around his cock. He suddenly
pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood stroking it just out of reach.

"That's right, Erica. Fuck him! Make your lover cum!"

"Yessss, cummmm in me! Fill meeeee. Fuck me hard." I was completely lost in
it now. In my mind I was being vulgarly, and amazingly fucked by my
masterfull lover. I could almost feel his hands gripping my hips. Slamming
me back onto his cock. not for my pleasure but his. His only thought, to
unload his seed inside me.

"This is your dream, isn't it Erica?!"

"Yes!"

"You're body was made to fuck! You are only complete when filled with hard
cock!"

"Yessss! Fuck mee, fill me, stretch me, use me, cumm in mee!!!" I
babred. I was so close to coming. At that moment I would have happily
fucked and sucked the entire local football team and begged to be drowned
in their cum. My whole world was my clitty and the cock in my ass.

"Are you ready to cum, slut?"

"I am soooo close and I haven't even touched my clitty yet!" Just the
thrill of it and the sensation of the shaft inside me had pushed me to the
edge of orgasm. I was thrusting and rotating my hips trying to increase the
friction on my prostate.

"Do not cum till I tell you to." He instructed. I tried to slow myself but
I was already approaching the point of no return. "I'm trying to - I can't
help it! I'm gonna cummmm. Please let me cum!!"

He let me struggle for a few seconds. "Allright you worthless slut! You may
cum for me . . . now."

And I did. I slammed down on the rubber cock, plowing the head across my
prostate, and my clitty spasmed and started to pump out roapes of cum. "Oh,
oh . . . ahhhhhh cum-m-m-m-minnggg! OhGOD, YESSSSSSS!" My voice pitched up
high into a near shriek. I just sat there, the dildo burried inside me as
my cunt spasmed around it and my thighs tremred. I could feel each pulse
travel up my shaft and shoot out.

Suddenly I felt hot spurts of semen splatter against my face. My eyes
opened and watched as Jeff jacked his cock and flooded my face for the
second time today. I smiled and opened my mouth to accept a slut's due
reward.

-- The End

My life had changed so suddenly. One encounter with Jeff and everything was
different. A week ago I was just an average married guy, with an average
life. Sure I had the occasional Bi fantasy, but outside an college
encounter all it was was a fantasy. Suddenly I found myself falling into
one of my fantasies. I can't doubt it anymore, I am very much Bisexual. Any
doubts were wiped away last week while bouncing on a dildo with Jeff's cum
splattering my face. All while experiencing the most intense orgasm in my
life. I've slipped into my new role. The one I fantasized about. I can't
deny it. Deep down I'm just a cocksucking sissy.

Since the first time Jeff has summoned me twice. And summoned is the right
word. The first call came two days after our `encounter'. Laura picked up
the phone first.

"Sure Jeff, he's here. Just a sec." She smiled and handed me the
phone. "It's for you, hun."

My heart was racing as I picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"I want to speak with Erica." His voice held a note of command..

"Here." I almost whispered.

"Good. You have 15 minutes to present yourself in my family room. It's time
to continue your training. And you had better dress appropriately!" He
chuckled an hung up.

My heart was now pounding. I looked up to see Laura looking at me. I knew I
was flushing, but couldn't stop it. "You remember Jeff, from across the
street?" I tried to sound normal, but I couldn't tell if I was succeeding
or not. " He has something he wanted to show me on the computer. I'll be
back in a bit."

Laura smiled. "OK, hun. I'm just gonna read for a bit." She gave me a peck
on the cheek as she headed to the couch."

I watched her go. Once again admiring her voluptuous figure. She was only
about 5 feet tall, but generously proportioned. I had always loved
Reubenesque women and she was very much that. Part of me bridled at being
ordered to leave, but I couldn't deny the surge of lust either. So I headed
upstairs to get ready. I had been intructed that I was never to enter his
house unless I wore very girly panties. This was an absolute. It didn't
matter who I was with or who might be there. I was still to wear
panties. This was meant to remind me of my place in his eyes.

I quickly shucked my shorts and underwear. After listening to make sure
Laura was still downstairs I went to her lingerie drawer and selected my
favorite pair of her panties. They were made of very thin, silky nylon with
high cut legs that accentuated the wearer's thighs and hips. They were soft
pink with a rose embroidered above the crotch. I felt a chill as I pulled
them up and settled them over my hips. I reached in and pushed my cock back
between my legs. I was unable to resist running my hands over my thighs and
hips. It felt so . . . sexy. A few minutes later I was saying goodbye to
Laura and walking across the street.

There was a note on the door that read: "Erica, Come in. I'm in the family
room waiting for you once you have made yourself presentable." I took a
deep breath and walked in. As soon as the door was closed I headed towards
the bathroom and began to disrobe. Aside from wearing panties, I was also
intructed that when told to `present myself' to him I am to prepare myself
first. I am to go to his bathroom and give myself a thorough enema then
take a quick shower to make sure I am good and clean. Then, dressed in
panties alone, I am to go and kneel in front of him for further
instructions. It took me about 20 minutes before I walked over to where
Jeff was seated on the couch and dropped to my knees.

He smiled. "Very obedient. Better than I expected on your first day of
training. I am altering your arival instructions from now on. You will
proceed as you did today. But instead of coming to kneel in front of me,
you will do this. follow me." He said, getting up and going towards the
dining room.

I followed him as he walked over to the edge of the kitched where the
refrigerator stood. As I came around the corner I saw it. Attached via
suction cub to the side of the fridge was the dildo I had fucked myself on
that first day. It was attached at just about waist height.

"I take it you recognize your lover?" He said with a smile. "Well from now
on you will come here. Get on your knees in front of your lover." He
motioned for me to follow his instructions now. Thankfully, there was a
pillow on the floor underneath to spare my knees. "And show your
subservience by sucking on his cock. You will continue till told to stop."

He arched an eyebrow at me to indicate I should already be doing this. As I
leaned forward I felt a stab of fear. I noticed that from this position I
was directly in line with the large bay window that looked out at my
townhouse across the street! If it was bright enough inside I would be
clearly visible.

"You are neglecting your lover!" He punctuated this with a sharp slap on my
ass. I yelped and leaned in to the soft, rubber cock. I shivered as the
thick head parted my lips. God, but it felt so good to have my mouth
***d! I had already forgotten the window as I welcomed my lover's cock
into my mouth with a moan.

I still had trouble reconciling my normal life with the joy of a fat shaft
in my mouth. I can't explain why, but I clasped my hands behind my back as
I leaned into the dildo. With my eyes closed I let gravity pull me forward
and thrust the cock deep into my mouth. I had a visual flash of myself
dolled up like some cheap slut, on my knees with my arms tied behind me
while a young stud fucks my throat. I tremred and gripped my hands tighter
behind me.

I don't know how long I suckled on the rubber cock before I felt the cock
shift and pull away. I moaned and opened my eyes. Jeff had taken it off the
fridge and began leading me over to the couch. On some level I knew this
was rediculous, but I couldn't help myself. I kept up the suction and
crawled after him.

"Such a good little cock-sucker." Jeff cooed as he led me over and attached
the dong to the smooth side of the boxy coffee table then sat down on the
couch behind me. Since I hadn't been told to stop, I continue to nurse on
my lover's cock on my hands and knees. A few moments later I felt slippery
fingers begin to tease my butt.

"Erica-slut has a very tight puss. I'd better losen it up a little!" He
thrust two fingers full length into me making me grunt around the
dildo. The brief discomfort was replaced by pleasureable fullness. Within 5
minutes he had three fingers vigorously fucking me.

"Stop sucking and turn around."

I did and when I finished turning I was staring at Jeff's beautiful
cock. It was firm and throbbing. I didn't even wait for permission. I just
swallowed him with a long, low hum of satisfaction.

"Damn, Erica! You really do love sucking cock." He scooted forward, powering
me to shuffle backwards . . . until I felt my ever-ready lover poke me
between the cheeks. "Looks like you still haven't satisfied someone. What
do you think you should do?"

I just moaned again, lined up the shaft and sank back onto it. "Oh - oh -
oh - oooooooh." Was all I could gasp as the entire length parted the
opening to my boy-cunt and slowly, deliciously filled me. "Yesssss
fffuuuuccckk mmmeeeee." I whispered as it filled me completely. Anything
else was cut off as Jeff slid his meaty pole into my mouth.

I fucked myself on the rubber shaft faster and harder as I felt myself
approaching orgasm. At the same time Jeff was grunting and thrusting deep
into my mouth. It didn't take long before he grabbed my head and fully
impaled my face with his cock and gasped. As he came in thick spurts down
my throat he kept chanting, "Take it, take it, take it all like a good
little girl!"

And I did.. I swallowed and swallowed as he filled my tummy with spunk. As
he finished and began to pull out he pushed on my shoulders and thrust me
back onto the dildo. "Don't neglect your lover. He's been patient, but you
need to make him cum, don't you?"

"Yes." I whispered hoarsely as I resumed fucking myself. My eyes were
closed and I lost myself in the feeling of that shaft filling and
withdrawing from my loosened cunt. The head grazing my prostate on each
thrust.

"You want to make him cum, don't you?"

"Oh, yesss."

"You owe it to him after letting you suck him."

"Uh-huh."

"Doesn't he deserve to fuck your tight little cunt? Isn't that what you
need? To be fucked and filled with a man's thick, hot, sticky cum?"

"Yes, yessss. Fill me!" I couldn't think of anything except the shaft
filling me and how good it felt as it fucked me towards orgasm.

"That's right Erica, your body is made to drain the balls of strong men. To
submit to their pleasure." His voice had taked on a hard edge and he was
driving me back on the rubber dong in quick, deep strokes that made me
gasp. "This is your destiny, Erica. To give your body to stronger men. To
submit. It feels so good to let go and submit doesn't it?"

"Mmmm, so goooooood. Almost there . . . Yes, fuck me."

"Cum for me, Erica. Cum on that hard cock." Just as I started to go over
the edge he whispered in my ear. "This is how Laura felt when her first
boyfriend bent her over and filled her steamy cunt with cum!"

The image of a young Laura bent over a table and fucked by some highschool
stud pushed me over the edge. I could almost hear her cries of pleasure as
her pussy sucked the cum from his balls.

"Ooooohhhhh G-Godddd! Fuuuuuuck Meeeeeeeee!! Mmm- mmmm. YESSS!" I was
whimpering, moaning and gasping as I filled my panties with cum. It was so
intense I was shaking for a few minutes afterward.

* * *

Our encounters proceeded along similar lines for several weeks. Once, when
Laura and I were coming out of the house to go out one afternoon, Jeff came
over and introduced himself formally to Laura while I watched heart
pounding.

"Nice to meet you finally." He said smoothly while lightly shaking her
hand.

"Likewise. You'll have to come over somtime and visit." Laura said while
returning the handshake.

"I see you're on your way out, but could I borrow Eric for a few minutes? I
need a hand with somthing."

"As long as it's quick, he's all yours!" She said playfully. My heart
actually skipped a beat. This was just too wierd.

"Thanks! I'll make it quick." He then looked directly at me for the first
time. "Come on, Eric. Don't want to keep your wife waiting!." I swear I
could almost hear him add the `a' at the end of Eric, but maybe it was just
my imagination.

I followed him to the door as Laura started the car and turned on the
radio. Jeff opened the door and motioned me in. "After you . . . Erica."

The name hit me as I heard the door close. I spun around and Jeff looked me
in the eye. "On your knees, bitch! Lets not keep your sexy little wife
waiting."

I should have been insulted, mad, irate at this treatment. But all I could
do was stare at his hard cock and drop to my knees as instructed. My clit
hardening and mouth watering. Whenever he took control I just slipped into
my new fem role by reflex. In less than 30 seconds I went from Eric, a
normal guy with an attractive wife waiting in the car to Erica, Jeff's
sissy cock sucker. My cock suddenly became my clitty and I couldn't help
thinking of my ass as my cunt. What was wrong with me? Was this right?

All thoughts were swept away as, now on my knees, Jeff slid his cock into
my mouth. "I couldn't help coming out and grabbing you. You looked like
such a normal guy out with his wife. I just had to remind you of your place
in the world."

I just moaned around his shaft stretching my mouth. I was so turned on by
the thought of Laura just outside the door unaware her husband was now
fulfilling his place as Jeff's cum receptical.

"It's such a turn on to know that I can use your mouth even with your wife
a stone's throw away, waiting for you." He paused to groan as the head
slipped into my throat. "She is a sexy one, too. Such nice full hips." He
paused again to sink the last few inches inside my mouth. "I'd love to hold
those hips while I stretch her wet slit like you never could."

He had been talking more about Laura lately, but it was usually brief
comments. Jeff seemed to be in the midst of his own fantasy now. He
confirmed it a few moments later. "Yeah, fucking your hot little
wife. Making her whimper like a common whore as she begs for my cock to
make her a real woman!"

Jeff was now holding my face while he slid in and out of my throat. Drool
and pre-cum were running down my chin and the hallway was echoing with the
gasps, grunts and wet slurping sounds. I should have been jealous and
indignant at his comments but my clitty was throbbing and my mind was foggy
and filled with the images he was describing.

"I'd ruin her for your little clit. She'd never be able to fuck you again
without thinking of my big cock. She'll masterbate to images of my cock
when you aren't there." I could tell he was about to explode. I fumred
with my shorts to get my clitty out. I was about to cum myself just sucking
and listening!

"Here it comes Erica! Drink it all down so your wife won't know you just
sucked my balls dry! YESSSS! Take it all, you little cocksucker!!" He
exploded like I'd never felt before. I thought I'd drown as he pumped spurt
after spurt directly into my tummy.

After a while he pulled out, still breathing heavily. "Such a dedicated
slut, Erica. Thank you." He patted me on the head. "Now go back to your
wife." And he turned and walked down the hall. I was left on my knees in
the hallway, cum and spit covering my chin with a small pool of my own cum
on the floor in front of me from my own orgasm. What was I doing? And, more
importantly, why couldn't I stop?

-- The End

I suppose at some level I knew it would happen. Or at least I should have.
After nearly a month of servicing Jeff's cock and fucking myself silly on
my dildo lover things took a turn.

I came home from work a little early on a day Laura was off as well. When I
got home she was out, but as soon as I walked into the house the phone
rang. I grabbed it, not really thinking much about it.

"Hello Erica!" Jeff cooed in my ear. "Your services are required. I expect
you to be on your knees sucking your `lover' in less than 30 minutes. Today
you are to clean your cunt as usual, then shave your legs, crotch and
ass. Then take a pair of Laura's pantyhose and cut the crotch out of them
so your little clitty will swing free. You will wear these under your usual
sexy panties." Before I could say anything, he hung up.

I had been well trained to this point so I barely paused at his
request. Though I still felt a little embarrassed at my already hardening
clitty. I went upstairs and made use of one of the recently purchased
single-use enemas to make my cunt nice and fresh. For some reamister it felt
right to call it my cunt. After all, I was being regularly filled with
rubber cock. I then hopped in the shower and shaved my lower body as
instructed, leaving the problem of what Laura would say for later. I have
to admit that when I got out I couldn't stop caressing my smooth hips and
legs. They just felt so deliciously sexy. I felt all tingly inside as I ran
my hand over my hip and ass savoring the silky feel of the skin. It felt
like stroking someone else's skin as they felt nothing like they usually
did. I could really learn to like this!

It only took me a few minutes to find a pair of Laura's pantyhose. I
carefully snipped out the padded crotch and began to smooth them up my
legs. I had played with her hose a couple of times and it always felt
exciting stretching the hose up my legs and feeling it fitting so snugly
around my body. Today however, with hairless skin, it was divine! And when
I was done my clit was hard and throbbing from the experience. Being open
from butt crack to my clit was a strange but exciting experience. I felt
more aware of my clit since it was the only part of my lower body not
hugged tightly in nylon. I quickly grabbed a pair of hi-cut purple panties
and slipped them on. It took a few minutes to get my clit under control and
tucked inside.

I looked at the clock and realized I only had 5 minutes left! I quickly
yanked on a loose pair of sweat pants and t-shirt then ran across the
street to Jeff's place. The door, as expected was unlocked. Jeff,
unexpectedly, was not there. Instead I saw my `lover' mounted on the top
edge of the coffee table with a note next to it.

Almost without thinking, I dropped to my knees in front of the realistic
dong, closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of it sliding into my
mouth. As I began to suck on it I opened my eyes and read the note. I let
the shaft slide deep into my mouth and heard myself let out a moan. A
little voice in the back of my mind cried out at what I had become.

The note read: "I hope you're sucking your favorite pacifier as you read
this." I am! I thought as I took the shaft into my throat. God, I so loved
that feeling! "Take the remote and click play on the VCR. Enjoy the show
and be sure to watch it all, my little cum-slut!" I felt my clit throb at
the word `slut'. I reached out and flicked the control that brought the TV
to life.

The image that appeared was of the room I was in now, Jeff's family
room. After a few moments I heard the door open and close then voices
approaching. Jeff came into frame.

"Make yourself at home. I just gotta check my email first." He called over
his shoulder. He was dressed for a workout, in shorts and t-shirt. From the
look of things he just got back from running.

Then a second permister entered. First thing I noticed was her full hips and
nice ass, well framed by skin tight bike shorts and t-shirt. The second
thing was that it was Laura! She was also sweating from a workout.. "You
too? Eric can't live without email either." She said as she walked over
towards Jeff, as he leaned over his computer engrossed in
something. "What's so fascinating?"

He grinned and chuckled at what he was looking at before looking up. "Well,
not exactly fascinating. But definitely attention grabbing!" He said
standing up and looking at Laura with a smirk. "Feel free to take a look. I
just hope you're not easily offended."

"I wouldn't worry about that." She said as she leaned over and
looked. After a pause I heard her soft gasp. "That's . . . rather
. . . intense." She finally got out. He watched her closely, eyes roaming
her voluptuous figure.

Jeff chuckled. "Yeah, he's really giving it to the poor girl." He
paused. "Though she seems pretty content with his approach."

"Content? She's drooling, for God's sake!"

"I think most women would be with that much meat stuffed inside them!" Jeff
said, lightly placing his hand on Laura's lower back. "Can I get you a
take?"

She didn't say anything about his hand. "Sure. Something cold, please."

"Be right back. Make yourself at home." As he turned he allowed his hand to
slide down across her hip and one cheek. I saw her tense slightly, but she
didn't protest. "The rest of that photo series is in a folder on the
desktop." He chuckled as he walked to the kitchen. "If you can handle it."

I wasn't sure how to feel. It was obvious that Jeff was making a move on my
wife. I felt twinges of jealousy . . . but also lust. All those comments
Jeff had made to me about Laura were coming back to mind. And the images
they had brought up then, came back now with a vengeance. I was still
absently nursing on the rubber cock as I watched Laura turn and stare at
Jeff's retreating form. I saw her raise an eyebrow and half smile before
sitting down and beginning to go through the entire directory of
pictures. She was attracted to him!!

After a few minutes I saw Jeff silently walk back in and watch from a few
feet away as Laura flipped through a number of his lurid pictures. She
seemed almost entranced. He watched for several more minutes, a satisfied
smile on his face. Finally he slipped up behind her and placed a glass of
soda on the desk near her.

"That," he said pausing for effect, "is one of my favorites!" His hand
again gently rose to her lower back. Again, she didn't seem to react to the
touch.

"She definitely looks . . . full." She said shaking her head, but unable to
stop looking. "And look at the size of . . . well . . . those three are
obscenely well hung!" She said, blushing.

Jeff lightly stroked her lower back. "I take it you've never had a guy with
that much cock?" He added just a hint of emphasis on the last word.

"I . . . uh, well no." She fidgeted a little, obviously a little
uncomfortable talking about it. Then looked back at the picture. "Nothing
even close. I don't even know if I could take something that big." I
couldn't believe she was actually discussing this with someone she hardly
knew. She wasn't a prude, but had never seemed very adventurous either.

"Well she is certainly managing quite well to take all three of those cocks
inside her, and she's a pretty small woman." His hand was now actually
resting on the swell of her full ass.

Laura was looking at the picture again, then straightened up and looked at
Jeff. "She is that! Every inch of `em too."

Jeff looked her directly in the eye as he spoke. "Can you imagine how she
must feel as she takes each thick inch deeper and deeper inside her?" Laura
just stared into his eyes, her face flushed. Jeff brought a hand to each of
her hips. "Absolutely . . .. stuffed . . . full of cock." Laura absently
licked her lips as his hands caressed her spandex covered hips. "To be
completely filled with hard meat." Using her hips he turned her back around
to face the screen. "What do you think it would feel like to be taken like
that." He leaned in close to her ear. "Your body owned by their cocks. Just
a sexual vessel for their pleasure." As he said this he lightly kissed her
neck. Instead of pulling back, I could see her shudder slightly. Jeff
smiled and began whispering into her ear.

It was too soft for the mic to pick up, but after a few moments I could see
Laura's hands flex absently and her eyes close. I saw her shake her
head.. Then he whispered something else and she bit her lip and paused
before giving another shake of her head.

Jeff pulled back, smiling. Slowly he turned her back to face him and leaned
in to kiss her. She seemed to resist for a few moments, her hands out away
from her body, fingers flexing. I could see his tongue now, slipping into
her mouth as his kisses became more aggressive. He raked his fingernails
over her ass cheeks and ground her crotch against his.

I could see her beginning to give in as my heart pounded. Her arms rose up
around him and she began to return his kisses with increasing passion.
Jeff put a hand behind her head and pulled her mouth to his roughly. His
other slid down inside her shorts and between her ass cheeks. He held her
to him, practically fucking her mouth with his tongue and lifting her up on
her toes. Laura seemed to be lost to it all. She made no move to pull away,
letting him have his way. Her hips and ass flexed against his crotch as his
hand worked beneath her shorts, helping to hold her against him and no
doubt fingering her wet slit. In a single moment I saw her finally
surrender herself to him. I knew at that instant that she was no longer
mine. I watched my wife's seduction, as I knelt with my mouth full of latex
cock and my little clitty throbbing in my panties.

I watched in awe as he took control of my wife. He would occasionally break
the almost vulgar assault on her mouth to bite her neck and whisper in her
ear.. At first I couldn't hear anything I could make out, just Laura's
heavy breathing, but he soon began to talk louder and she began to respond.

"You loved those pictures, didn't you?" No answer. "Your fat little cunt is
so wet I've already got half my hand inside you. See?" He pulled his hand
out of her sorts and brought three obviously wet fingers up and wiped them
across her lips. She licked reflexively at the pussy juice and Jeff
immediately slid his fingers into her mouth. She closed her eyes and
sucked on his fingers as they thrust in and out of her mouth. "So you see,
I know you liked it. Tell me!" She nodded without stopping her sucking and
he chuckled. "You found yourself wishing it was you on your knees, eh?"
Again a sharp nod. "I know why, but I want to hear you say it. Tell me why
you wished you were the slut on her knees being taken by three hard cocks!"

She actually whimpered as he removed his fingers and she thrust her hips
against him. "I . . . I've always fantasized about being taken like
that. To be . . . used." She buried her face against his chest in shame at
saying it out loud. I was in shock. My wife of many years had dreamt all
this time of being dominated by a man. As I knelt on Jeff's floor, shaved,
dressed in women's lingerie and nursing on a fake cock it was painfully
obvious I could never give her that fantasy.

"You know I can give you this fantasy." Jeff said pulling her head up to
face him. "Are you willing to give yourself to me completely?"

She hesitated, then nodded.

"Speak, slut!" He almost shouted at her.

"Yes!" She replied with a sob. I could see tears in her eyes.

"What about Eric?"

Laura hesitated. "I love him very much, but he could never take control the
way I need." Jeff pushed her away and put his hands on his hips. "Show me
your body, slut! I want to see what you are offering me."

She only paused a moment before she reached down and yanked the tight
sports bra over her head to reveal her pale, full breasts. A moment later
her shorts and shoes followed. She stood, almost shyly in all her
voluptuous glory. Her nipples were stiff and her chest was flushed pink
with lust.

Jeff's eyes roamed hungrily over her form. "Nice plump tits. Thick
nipples. Full, womanly hips. Truly a vision of Reubenesque beauty." She
seemed pleased by his words. "But," he said sharply, "sluts should be
hairless, except for their head! You will remedy this if you wish to serve
me."

Laura's hand went automatically to the furry triangle above her sex. "I
understand." She seemed almost ashamed.

"So, what is a slut's most basic duty to her master?"

She seemed confused at first, then looked down at the bulge in Jeff's
shorts. With a deep breath she dropped to her knees and scooted over till
her face was inches from his crotch. "A . . . slut," she began, voice
shaking, "offers her mouth for her master's pleasure." With that she leaned
in and began kissing and mouthed his concealed shaft.

He had an evil grin on his face as he answered. "Does my shiny-new, little
slut want something?"

"Let me . . . suck it. I want to taste your . . . cock." She still seemed
unsure of how to proceed.

"Stop thinking and let the real Laura out! You and I both know, at heart,
you are nothing but a cock hungry slut! I have no use for Eric's sweet
wife." He quickly stripped off his shorts, freeing his rampant erection to
bob directly in front of her face.

My wife stared, wide eyed at the meaty shaft, throbbing in time to his
heartbeat. Several inches longer and notably thicker than my little
clitty. She couldn't help licking her lips as she sat so close that I'm
sure she could smell the sweaty musk of it.

"So who and what are you? Eric's sexually satisfied wife should just go
home and wait for her husband." He sneered down at her. "But that isn't who
you really are is it? You hide behind this proper exterior. You let Eric
have his way with you using his pathetic little dick and eager tongue and
pretend that you are sexually fulfilled. But you and I know the
truth.. When I first saw you, I saw the slut within. The little, horny
bitch that wants to be used as a fuck toy."

I saw Laura shake and let out a little gasp. Her eyes never moving from his
cock. She sobbed a bit. "I love Eric, but his tongue is all that's ever
gotten me off. It's been sooo long since I've had my mouth or cunt
stretched around a real cock."

She looked up and into his eyes. "Please, use me. I want to feel that
beautiful cock inside me. My mouth, my cunt or my ass, I don't care. Just
fuck me. Please."

He just stared at her for a moment, but when she opened her mouth to beg
again he grabbed her head and thrust his cock into her mouth. With only the
slightest pause, adjusted his angle and completed his thrust by shafting,
balls-deep in her throat.

Her eyes were wide and at first I thought she was resisting, but then I
realized she wasn't struggling. She was grinding her hips as she fingered
herself furiously while Jeff ***d her throat with long smooth thrusts.
As one hand fingered her pussy, the other tweaked her hard nipples. After
only a few thrusts I could hear an almost rhythmic moan, barely audible
over the wet slurping sounds.

"Don't worry, I don't want your heart." He patted her almost like someone
would a beloved pet. "But I will happily take ownership of your stacked
little body and especially your mouth, cunt and ass." He placed his hands
on either side of her head and leaned his head back. "First though, it's
time to stake my claim to your mouth."

Jeff picked up his pace and began to really fuck Laura's throat. As he
pulled out and slid back in, his cock left a thick, stringy coating of
saliva and pre-cum dripping in long strands from her chin down onto her
swaying tits. Leaving them damp and glistening. I watched as he pulled
completely out and left a long, ropey strand connecting her lips to his
cock. She gasped as her mouth was emptied but as he thrust back in I could
see the way she eagerly stretched open her mouth to accept his shaft back
inside her.

She had her legs spread almost into a split now. She had her hand
underneath her with fingers pointed up as she rocked her hips in quick
thrusts, fucking herself on her own fingers. Her moans had turned into
abrupt, shuddering whimpers as she approached orgasm.

Jeff sensed it too. "Stop!" He commanded as he pulled out of her
mouth. "Sluts cannot cum until they please their masters!" Her eyes were
wide and pleading. "Remove your hand from your soupy cunt and slowly lick
it clean of your sticky cunt-juice."

She actually whimpered a little as her fingers slid from her pussy.. She
pulled her fingers out and raised them to her mouth. They were almost
dripping with her juices! She started to lick at her slimy digits
slowly. Her eyes closed and soon she was avidly sucking each finger clean.

Jeff chuckled. "From the way you're going at your own juice, I bet you'd
love to have a real pussy to service?"

"Mmm-hmmm." She mumred as she slurped the last bit from her hand. She
looked him in the eyes. "I never realized how good pussy juice tasted. But
I'd rather have your cock!" She said leaning towards his rod.

He laughed again and pulled away. As she leaned forward on her hands and
knees he told her to stay there. "You look like a hot little slut like
that. You should spend most of your time in that position."

"If I do will you fuck me?" She said staring at his cock. "Please fuck my
mouth, my cunt, my ass! I want to feel your cock pounding me hard. Just use
me, please!"

I'd never heard her like this! It was eye opening that someone could hide
this side of themselves. But then again, I didn't exactly advertise my new
sissy permistera either.

"Lets just say that from now on you will get very used to this position. I
plan to fuck your sloppy cunt till you can't stand up." He moved behind her
and let his engorged cock rest in the cleft of her ass and began sawing it
back and forth. "From now on you are my loyal fuck-puppy." He slipped his
shaft down to her pussy, but didn't enter yet, despite her attempts to
spear herself on it. "Do you want to be my permisteral bitch? Just a hot
doggy-cunt?"

Her eyes closed and she reached up with one hand and began pinching her
nipples. "Oh, yessssss. Use me.. Take me like a bitch in heat!"

"Then shut up, bitch! I don't want to hear anything from you except barks,
moans and whimpers!" With that he slid his whole dick up her cunt in one
smooth stroke.

"Woo----uhf!! Ohhoooooooo" Was all she could manage as her eyes clamped
shut and her mouth hung open in a series of whimpers and moans. Her body
was shaking as he pulled completely out then slammed in again.

"Who's your master, bitch?"

"Yo-hoo . . . arrrrre." She gasped out as he began to fuck her with
jackhammer strokes.

"Who?!"

"Youuuu . . . ma-masterrr."

"You're my slut now, right!"

"Yesssss."

"You will do anything I ask, whenever I ask!" He was no longer asking, he
was giving commands.

"Oh, yess-sss. Mass-terrr."

"If I call you over you will stop whatever you are doing and come service
me!"

"Oh, oh! YES, Masterrr . . . I - GOD, I'm gonna cummmmm."

I was torn between lust and jealousy. I couldn't believe what she was
saying as she let another man fuck her like a street corner whore. At the
same time I couldn't deny how sexy she looked. Her body covered in a sheen
of sweat, hair damp and tousled, face contorted in obvious pleasure,
breasts flushed and swaying with each thrust. His hands clenched on her
wide hips as he impaled her. After the first minute or so he began to give
her occasional sharp, spanks on her luscious ass leaving each cheek glowing
pink. She was the embodiment of sex at that moment. Her mind was locked
away as her primal urges took over. She was rutting like an natural. No
pride, no hesitation, no thought to anything but the shaft filling her and
the leading edge of her approaching orgasm..

It was at that moment that I realized I could hear something upstairs. I
paused in my slow sucking on the dildo, but didn't stop. I realized at that
moment that I really was a well trained sissy. Though I was curious about
the sound, I didn't want to disobey my . . . master's instructions. I was
told to suck my "lover" and watch the video till it was over. The video of
my wife giving herself to my (our?) master.

The video continued as he pounded Laura like a porn star. I saw her go
rigid as she came hard moaning and whimpering while Jeff continued to pound
her without pause. As he was obviously getting close, he leaned forward and
grabbed her wrists. He pulled them back and held them crossed against the
small of her back as he began taking long, hammering strokes into her
used, spasming cunt. Her face was now resting on the floor, her mouth
open in a constant moan. I could see saliva pooling on the floor as she
rode another wave of pleasure.

"Take my cock, slut!" He yelled as he bottomed out again. "Get ready for
your Master's cum. I'm gonna fill your cunt with so much cum you'll feel it
running out for a week."

"Mmmm. Uh-huh, fill me. Pump me fulllllll! God this feels soooooo goood!"
She sounded like a little girl begging for her treat.

"Of course it feels good! Nothing will ever feel as good to you as my cock
filling your fat, swampy cunt! This is your new function in life. To offer
your worthless cunt for my use."

"Oh GOD, yesssssss . . . anything you want . . . anytime you want. Use me,
please!"

"What about your sissy husband?"

"What about him?" She replied in a daze. She hadn't noted the `sissy' part
yet.

"You did know your husband was a cock-sucking sissy, didn't you?" He had
slowed his strokes to hold off cumming yet.

My heart was pounding. What was Laura going to say? How would she react?
Obviously she wouldn't have any moral high ground after this performance.

"What do you mean? What are you saying?" She was still in a sexual fog, but
she was obviously confused.

"I'm saying that your husband has already pledged his devotion to the very
same cock that is now filling your needy fuck-hole." He laughed as he slid
completely inside Laura's pussy, grabbed her hips and held himself
motionless inside her. He leaned over her back and bit her neck roughly
making her grunt. "Remember when Eric and I first played tennis? I had your
straight-laced hubby on his knees slobbering on my shaft that first day."

I watched my wife taking this in. After a moment of silence I saw her try
to rock his dick inside her but he held her tight. "He . . . he sucked your
. . . cock?"

"Yes. He offered up his mouth as enthusiastically as you did your
puss. Does it make you hot to imagine Eric nursing on my cock?" His hips
rocked just enough to draw out a sigh then stopped. "Drool down his chin as
he deep throats me. Moaning like a high school slut?" Another rock of his
hips. "Well? Would you like to see your sissy hubby sucking your juices off
my cock?" Rock. "To sit on his face and feed him my cum from your used
cunt?" A quick, hard, short thrust, then still.

"Oh! Mmm . . . Yes. I've never thought . . . yessss. Thinking of Eric like
that . . . worshiping the same cock that's inside me . . . is soooooo
hot. I'm so close, so close . . . let me cummm." She said closing her eyes
and rocking her body in a desperate attempt to make his cock move inside
her again. When she realized he wasn't going to let her she began to
plead. "Please, please, please fuck me some more. I'm so close to cuming!"

"Of course you are. My cock owns your luscious little body now. Your cunt
is mine." He rubbed his hand over her dripping snatch making her
whimper. "Your mouth is mine." His slimy hand slid over her mouth, smearing
her juices over her nose and lips, then slid three fingers fully inside her
mouth. She automatically started sucking on them. After a few seconds he
pulled them out and ran his fingers over her pussy again. He brought his
hand back up, again slick with her juices, then slid his slimy fingers up
and down the crack of her ass, then I saw her stiffen and grunt as he
slipped his thumb into her virgin ass. "Soon your nice plump, fuck-able ass
will belong to me too." He began to saw his thumb in and out of her butt.

Then without warning he pulled all the way out of her snatch and left her
on the floor with her ass still pointing high in the air. "Noooo!" She
whimpered and started to move.

"Freeze, slut! If you ever want my dick inside you again, you will stay
perfectly still." He then walked out of frame. A few seconds later the view
reoriented on Laura's round ass and then zoomed in. Her pussy was all red
and puffy and still gaped open at least an inch or more. Her thighs
glistened with her juices. After a moment longer the picture went dark.

Then a voice boomed from upstairs. "Get your sissy ass up here now, Erica!
And you better not stop sucking your lover either!!"

I stood up, one hand keeping the dildo in my mouth and started up the
stairs. I felt like I was climbing into a new world. I had just watched my
dear wife give herself freely to another man. This should have made me
furious. And while I did feel pangs of jealousy, I couldn't help the lust
it also awoke. My exposed clitty throbbed, as hard as it has ever
been. More so than any time before, I knew I was just a sissy
cock-sucker. And with each step I was walking away from my male self. I
approached the bedroom where I could hear noises. As I stepped into the
room, realistic dildo filling my mouth, I stopped and stared at the scene.

The noises I heard had been from Laura. She was gagged with a dildo, like
mine, secured with a strap around her head. It was balls-deep in her mouth
which meant several inches down her throat. Drool dribred out of the
corners of her mouth as she made muffled moans. She was blind-folded and
had headphones on. She was hanging suspended in a "swing" of nylon straps,
face down about three feet off the floor. Her legs were folded up against
her stomach as if she was squatting, and spread to allow easy access to
either of her holes. From my angle I could tell both had been well used as
they gaped open and both dribred cum in long strings to a mat on the
floor.

What really surprised me was that Jeff was not alone. There were two young
guys, one black and one white, just getting dressed. They couldn't have
been over 20. I saw enough of their bodies to tell they were both well
endowed. They ignored me till they were dressed and as they walked out the
black kid fixed me with a stare and called back to Jeff.

"Let us know if the slut needs her twat stuffed again. A horny bitch like
that shouldn't have to suffer just cause her hubby's a sissy." Then he
walked out.

I turned to see Jeff standing there watching me with a smile on his
face. He reached over and flicked a finger across Laura's clit. She jerked
in her sling and moaned around the dildo. He chuckled and motioned me
over. Without a word he then had me get on my knees between Laura's spread
knees. He slipped a pair of headphones over my head and pulled the dildo
from my mouth. Then secured my hands behind my back. I couldn't stop
staring at her pussy and ass. I realized that she was also shaved smooth
now. The skin all around her crotch had a sheen of cum and both holes were
distended. Only inches from her used body, the smell of spunk was almost
overpowering.

Then I felt my knees being spread. This lowered my ass until I felt the tip
of the dildo press against my boy-cunt. It was obviously lubed but hurt a
little as he pushed me down on it. After a brief resistance my cunt opened
and accepted the fat head. Then with only a brief pause he impaled me
completely. I closed my eyes and sighed as I felt every inch slither inside
me. When I opened my eyes again he had readjusted Laura's sling to bring
her crotch level with my face again.

"Do what comes naturally, Erica." He whispered to me, then he turned on the
headphones and walked out.

I leaned forward and began to slurp at the strands of semen oozing from my
wife's stretched holes. Clamping my mouth to her ass I began lapping it
clean, before moving on. Her body shivered and began to respond to my
tongue as it slithered inside her in search of more creamy jizz. At the
same time I began to slowly fuck my "lover". All the while, my head was
filled with the sounds of sex and a steady background chant.

"I am nothing but a cum slut. I live to be filled by hard cock. To be
pumped full of thick, creamy cum. I was born to service cock. I am nothing
but a cum slut. I live to be filled by hard cock. To be pumped full of
thick, creamy cum. I was born to service cock. . . "

I came hard, spasming and moaning into my wife's well fucked, cum dripping
slit.

"I am nothing but a cum slut. I live to be filled by hard cock. To be
pumped full of thick, creamy cum. I was born to service cock. I am nothing
but a cum slut. I live to be filled by hard cock. To be pumped full of
thick, creamy cum. I was born to service cock. . . "

-- The End . . .