les histoires de chrislebo

Once again I came awake to a slap from Roger, this time as he hauled my bedcover to expose my naked ness to both himself and Ron . They had looks on their faces that suggested I was about to sate their carnal desires. I managed to turn my head to look at the alarm clock and see it was five o'clock in the afternoon. I had slept for three hours.

"Rise and shine relaxyhead, we've got plenty of work for you" taunted Ron as he hovered over me as I tumred at their feet on the floor, he was stout man with a stout dick that I had serviced a good few times since Roger had set me up with him in his office.

"But first we've got a treat for you Bitch, get on your hands and knees" , Roger demanded of me and I followed his instructions to the letter.

Once in position their motives became clear as each unzipped their hefty cocks and Ron stuffed his man meat into my mouth as Roger eased his into my arsehole. Although I had taken both men's cocks in my holes before I had never done both of them at the same time. I would be lying to say that I was not turned on as they spit roasted me and quickly found a pattern to their thrusts so that as my face was thrust back so were my thighs and then Roger thrust forward into my ass. I was still slightly out of it from my trip and being so rudely awakened and it took me a moment to realise that Roger was talking on his mobile telephone.

"Hi Darling, just called to let you know we arrived safely. Yes, I initiated the Bitch's mouth into the mile high club on the flight. Yes, he loved it. As a matter of fact right now me and Ron are giving it to him hard in his mouth and ass. I will. See you when we get back Friday night."

"That was Julie, your darling wife, she says hi and that I should spank your ass for her."

He did just that slapping my ass ten times, each time harder than the last. My roasting seemed to go on forever as both men managed to keep from cuming, seemingly for ages. Eventually as I thought they would never quit I felt Roger withdraw his cock from my asshole and shuffled around so that his dirty cock bobbed, hard by my face as I continued to suck Ron off.

"Got space for two in there?" Roger enquired.

Ron paused, his member half way in my mouth and with his finger he cruelly stretched my lips to the side and looked up with a smirk and replied.

"Yeah, we'll fit your 10 incher in there easy, what do you reckon, Bitch?"

I nodded and gagged simultaneously as Roger slid his cock into the space and with both of their cocks in my mouth. I felt myself get even harder myself. God, I really was the slut that they had made me, and I reacted like this to their treatment. My mouth was crammed to overfill and I concentrated on breathing through my nose as their thrusts into my mouth got more and erratic and soon Ron let fly with a thick stream of cum deep in my gullet. Roger came as hard just seconds later and he ordered me to keep the jism in my mouth and show it to them pooled under my tongue. As I did this the two of them slapped their soft, wet cocks against my cheeks contemptuously as they joked at what a whore I was.

They then stood back to enjoy as, under their orders, I tossed my own cock until I came in my hand and then held my sticky hand up to let my cum drip down and into my open, waiting mouth and mix with the heady cocktail that was already in there. Once they were satisfied I had it all I was instructed to gargle it and then let it slide down my throat. I did all this and felt so dirty and nasty.

The conference was pretty large and held annually in this plush hotel. Like most, it was an excuse for salesmen and women to have a good time on their company's expense and then pretend it was a worthwhile exercise that would benefit the company. It would kick off tomorrow for real but most of the delegates had arrived today and I guessed that as the three of us descended from our floor to the bar that there would be a fair number of the others gathered there. I was correct and the place fairly hummed with shop talk. The three of us stood on the threshold of the bar and took in the sounds and smells, thinking about it I really fancied a take right about them. Before I moved into the bar, Roger stopped me.

"Simon, I want you to go over the bar and buy yourself a take, make it a cocktail with one of those little umbrella's in, and sit and take it at the bar. Make sure you sit where we can see you."

Bemused, I nodded and did what he said. As I did that Roger and Ron started to mingle with the crowd and appeared to be handing out something to various people they met. They were regulars at this conference and seemed to know many of the people there. Something was going on and I didn't have a clue what but felt, instinctively that it wouldn't be good news for me. Soon I felt that every eye in the bar was upon me but was I paranoid? Roger, then Ron joined me and we had a few takes in relative silence before Roger suggested we head back upstairs.

They told me to prepare for a meal at nine and after a shower I got my suit out ready for dinner. But before I could dress Roger and Ron came in to my room and told me to stay naked, they then hogtied me so that I was on my knees with my wrists tied to my ankles. I allowed them to do this resigned to whatever my fate was. They tied a collar to the light fitting in the ceiling then snapped it onto a collar which the placed around my neck. Essentially this bondage held me in place below the light and powerless to move my arms or legs.

"This is what we were handing out downstairs" and he held out a small card which I read.

THE EFEMINITE BLONDE GUY AT THE BAR WILL BE OUR BUKKAKE DELEGATE TONIGHT. ROOM 2310 AT NINE.

"You see Simon, it's a tradition at the conference that someone brings a newbie to service us and provide the entertainment on the first night and this year you are the lucky bitch. You're going to stay there as a line of guys and girls come in to see you and jack off on you. Should be fun, no?"

The first knock came at the door exactly at nine and that was followed by a steady stream of people over the next twenty minutes, there were nearly forty guys and five women by the time Roger closed and locked the door.

"Everyone, this is Simon and he's my little Bitch. C'mon Bitch show them your devotion to me and he prodded his hard dick at my face.

In front of this audience I accepted my master's cock into my mouth and he continued to address them.

"Not only have I made him my cock-sucking Bitch but I have also taken his place in his wife's affections and he is now nothing more than our plaything. But tonight he is your TARGET! As per normal you can each take a shot to cover his slut's face with your cum. Ron d'you want to go first?"

He didn't need asking twice and as I continued to suck on Roger's pacifier Ron jerked his hard dick off in my face and quickly shot a thick, creamy load over the right side of my face. I felt shame and offense as it hit my cheek and slowly meandered downwards but it was a turn on as well as an embarrassment. What followed just magnified that forty times as one after another each of the guys stood over me and squeezed out their cum onto my face until by the end my face was nearly obliterated in their cum. Cameras flashed as I knelt there, and Roger took great care using a hotel glass to gather up as much cum from off my face and held it to my lips to take down. And I did all of this without a word of complaint, I now knew my roll in life, any thoughts of revenge were rapidly disappearing as he heaped offense upon offense on me.

Roger actually laid off me pretty much that week, although I still serviced he and Ron's cocks each and every night in the hotel. But the conference was still a terrible humbling experience for me, nearly every delegate seemed to mock me with their eyes. Maybe I was paranoid about it, I couldn't even see half of the men who had cum all over me face let alone recognise them again. Even so I seemed to see knowing smiles and nods everywhere I went that week and I was certainly relieved to be travelling home on the Friday.

The three of us arrived back at our home airport at six thirty - thankfully our journey back was nowhere near as eventful as my dream/nightmare flight out four days earlier. Roger drove Ron back to his home and an hour after landing we parked in our drive. I hadn't spoken to my wife, Julie since the previous Sunday, so I didn't have a clue if she would be home or not to greet us.

"Leave the bags, Bitch. You can get them in the morning. Lets just get inside."

As I led the way up our front stairs I felt Roger's hand grope my ass and I couldn't help trying see that none of our neighbours had seen. He continued roughly fondling my ass cheeks as I struggled to fit the key in the lock, my haste not helping my efforts. I was barely in the door and he was unbuckling my belt and I stood there uncomplaining as he striped first me and then himself.

He ran his hand through my short hair and whispered in my ear.

"Let's have a welcome home fuck eh?, Bitch. I'll bet your hot young wife is waiting in there to see my hard cock return to satisfy her so we'll show her it's in fine form. Come on bend over Bitch."

He pushed me forward and I felt his hands spread my bum cheeks apart and spit on my asshole before inserting his big cock into my, by now used to it, backside. As he began humping me and pulling himself deeper and deeper into me he leaned forward and commanded me to get 'vocal' in my appreciation of his efforts. To tell him how much I enjoyed it and what a Bitch I was. Too tired and defeated to remember my history I just obeyed him.

"Ohhh1 Yes Sir, fuck me. Treat like your Bitch. Yesss!!!!"

"Aaargh! Yes Master fuck me, fuck my ass , it's yours!"

With each thrust we neared the closed sitting room door and as my face came up to it I turned the knob and swung it open and I found myself thrust into the room headfirst while speared fully on Roger's big hard dick.

There was a loud intake of breath and I opened my eyes in shock to be confronted by a packed room. My 'darling' wife at the front with a look on her face that belied the last few weeks of her infidelity to me with Roger. I scanned the room with increasing dread and horror as I recognised each face in turn. Julie. Kaye and Lynn. Our neighbours. My old friends. Julie's friends. My brother and his wife. My sister and her husband. Julie' younger sister. Julie's parents. My mum. My dad. All there, invited by Julie for a 'surprise' party for me I was told by an ecstatic Roger and Julie as I went to bed alone that night.

I was now truly their Bitch.

THE END

- Quelle salope ! Elle prend toute la bouteille dans mister cul.
- Vite, je ne vais pas me retenir plus longtemps, dit une voix en poussant celui qui finissait de se vider dans ma bouche.
Il se retira et je reçu un autre sexe bien odorant pour remplacer celui qui venait de me quitter. La situation, l’odeur, la bouteille, les caresses, le sperme qui descendait dans mon ventre et ce nouveau sexe dans ma bouche avait raimister de moi et c’est une formidable jouissance qui me secoua dans tous les sens.
Pendant plusieurs secondes voir minutes, je ne fus qu’un robot et acceptai tout ce qui se présenta à moi. Lorsqu’à travers mes yeux embués et ma jouissance permanente, je vis que plusieurs hommes avaient rejoint les trois autres et qu’ils faisaient la file pour se vider dans ma bouche, je pu enfin me rendre compte de la situation dans laquelle je venais de me mettre moi-même.
Assise sur le bac de bière, une bouteille coincée à fond dans mon cul et les sexes défilant et se vidant dans ma bouche fut pour moi une réelle révélation de ma nature profonde. Je pouvais donc me comporter comme une vulgaire pute à bar, avec tous les risques et en tirer une fabuleuse jouissance.
Maîtresse Marie aurait-elle découverte ma vraie nature rien qu’en discutant sur Internet avec moi.
Je me posai toutes ces questions alors que, le dernier homme me laissait la bouche pleine de mister sperme et que la bouteille de bière dans mon cul commençait à se faire douloureuse.
Je descendis de la pile de bac et cherchai mon body et mon short. Je trouvai assez rapidement mon short et retirai délicatement la bouteille de bière de mon derrière.
C’est à ce moment, penchée vers l’avant, dans ma main droite la bouteille de bière, que je venais juste de retirer de mon cul et dans la main gauche mon short que, deux mains se posèrent sur mes hanches, qu’un sexe se présenta à l’entrée de mon anus complètement distendu et qu’il me pénétra d’un coup de rein assez vulgare.
Mon cri de surprise et de douleur fut stoppé net, par le spasme de ma respiration, due à cette pénétration vulgare.
- Voilà un petit cul, comme je les aime fis la voix du patron.
Il commença à me ramoner les intestins, mister sexe étant assez volumineux pour me donner une douleur malgré que la bouteille de bière eu élargie mon conduit anal.
La sodomie que je subissais, fit monter en moi une nouvelle jouissance. Je lâchai la bouteille, qui rémisterna sur le carrelage et poussai mon cul vers le sexe qui semblait battre tous les records de vitesse pour me pénétrer.
- C’est que t’aime vraiment cela ! Hein ! Salope !
- Ou… ou…oui,… mon…sieur balbutiais-je à chaque choc de mister pubis sur mes fesses.
- T’en fait pas petite, tu vas en avoir pour ton argent !
Il sembla raffermir ses mains sur ma taille et mister sexe devint dur comme de l’acier et dans un dernier enfoncement, il me maintient contre lui et je pus sentir chacun de ses jets dans mon ventre.
Je perdis toute notion du temps et de l’espace pour sentir mon corps secouer par une jouissance sans précédent.
Lorsque je repris mes esprits, j’étais allongé en chien de fusil sur le carrelage froid et sale du couloir et mon entrejambe humide de ma jouissance et du sperme qui suintait de mon anus distendu.
Je me relevai péniblement et dans un brouillard de larme je cherchai mes vêtements. Je trouvai mon short à côté de moi et mon body dans le local des toilettes, pendu au bord d’un urinoir sale et odorant.
Devant l’unique évier du local, je m’appuyai dessus pour me tenir passablement droite et me regardai dans un miroir presque sans tain et complètement griffé. L’image que me renvoya ce miroir me mis très mal à l’aise car mon visage était ravagé de salive et probablement de sperme. La saleté de mon visage allait de pair avec la saleté du local et j’ouvris le robinet pour me rincer le visage.
Je remis mon short et mon body mais cette fois l’image que me renvoya le miroir était celui d’une vraie salope.
Le pensée que j’eu à cet instant précis est d’espérer que Maîtresse Marie serait fier de moi. Je n’avais évidement aucune photo à lui envoyer.
C’est le derrière meurtri et les mâchoires douloureuses que je revins dans la salle du bistro. Je n’osais regarder permisterne et me dirigeai vers la sortie.
- Héla ! Petite ! Tu n’oublies rien ?
- Je… Je… dis-je en me retournant et regardant le patron du bar
- Tu ne penses quand même pas que je vais t’offrir ton café ?
- Heu… Je… balbutiais-je en retournant vers le comptoir.
Je fis les quelques pas jusqu’au bar sur lequel traînait mon mini sac à dos, dont le contenu était étalé sur le comptoir. Dans un brouillard de larmes et de honte, je cherchai mon porte-monnaie que je trouvai ouvert et vide.
- Je… Je… j’ai plus d’argent, Hoquetais-je
- Ben… je ne vois pas beaucoup de solution pour payer fis le patron, parlant assez fort pour que tout le bistro entende ses paroles.
- Je… Je… Je vais chercher… de l’argent… et viendrai… vous payer, dis-je avec une petite voix de fille prise en faute.
- Donne moi ta carte d’identité fit le patron. Je l’a garde jusqu’au payement.
Puis dans un geste sadique, il prit le bout de papier et lu à haute et forte voix mon nom et mon adresse. J’étais rouge de honte et furieuse en même temps.
- Tu vois petite quand on veut jouer à la pute, il faut le faire totalement, sauf que toi, tu le feras gratuitement. A partir de maintenant… dit-il en laissant en suspend sa phrase.
- Mais… Mais…
- A partir de maintenant tu viendras ici, tous les soirs et tu soulageras ma clientèle. Il faut que le commerce marche. Tu pourras boire autant de café crème que tu veux termina-t-il en rigolant.
Je sortis du bistro en étant obligée de remercier le patron, pour sa gentillesse de bien vouloir, me laisser rentrer chez moi, sans payer mon café.
Je rentrai chez moi et me mis sous la douche toute habillée. Je laissai couler l’eau longtemps sur moi avant de me déshabiller et de me laver au savon.
Je sorti de ma douche et préparai un repas léger, lorsque la misternette de mon appartement retentis.
Complètement magictisée par ce bruit de misternette, je restai à regarder la porte de mon appartement sans aucune réaction. C’est la deuxième misternerie qui me fit sursautée et je me dirigeai vers la porte d’un pas hésitant. Je n’attendais permisterne et je n’étais pas dans une tenue de recevoir des amies ou amis.
- C’est qui ? Demandais-je
- Ouvre salope ! Cria une voix !
Je compris que mon cauchemar n’était pas terminé. De peur qu’il n’ameute mes voisins, j’ouvris la porte et c’est deux noirs qui entrèrent en me poussant. L’un d’eux s’adossa à ma porte et l’autre fit rapidement le tour de mon appartement

Je rentrai chez moi et me mis sous la douche toute habillée. Je laissai couler l'eau longtemps sur moi avant de me déshabiller et de me laver au savon.
Je sorti de ma douche et préparai un repas léger, lorsque la misternette de mon appartement retentis.
Complètement magictisée par ce bruit de misternette, je restai à regarder la porte de mon appartement sans aucune réaction. C'est la deuxième misternerie qui me fit sursautée et je me dirigeai vers la porte d'un pas hésitant. Je n'attendais permisterne et je n'étais pas dans une tenue de recevoir des amies ou amis.
- C'est qui ? Demandais-je
- Ouvre salope ! Cria une voix !
Je compris que mon cauchemar n'était pas terminé. De peur qu'il n'ameute mes voisins, j'ouvris la porte et c'est deux noirs qui entrèrent en me poussant. L'un d'eux s'adossa à ma porte et l'autre fit rapidement le tour de mon appartement. Je remarquai que celui qui s'était adossé à la porte tenait un sac de sport dans sa main gauche et me regardait avec un sourire sadique. Et admiratif en même temps.
Je ne pouvais quitter des yeux ce grand noir qui semblait me déshabiller des yeux. Hypnotisée par mister regard, je ne sentis pas l'autre arrivé derrière moi, prendre le noud de la ceinture, de ma sortie de bain, de le détacher et de tirer vers lui ma sortie de bain qui s'envola dans la pièce.
- Ne bouge surtout pas et laisse toi faire, chuchota le grand noir dans mon oreille.
Il prit mes deux bras et les rejoignis dans mon dos. Avec la ceinture de ma sortie de bain, il lia mes poignets ensemble et me lécha l'oreille droite en disant :
- Je suis sur que, tu vas être bonne toi.
- S'il. S'il vous plait. S'il vous plait, je suis fatiguée. revenez un autre jour. S'il vous plait.
- Un autre jour ! Ma petite pute ! N'y compte même pas.
- Monsieur Jean, le patron du café nous a demandé de faire une vrai petite pute pour lui, déclara le noir appuyé contre ma porte d'entrée, et vu le corps que tu as cela va être un vrai plaisir !
Le noir qui avait attaché mes poignets, se tenait toujours derrière moi et malaxait mes seins en tirant et pinçant mes tétons. A plusieurs reprises, il me lécha le visage en disant que j'avais bon goût pour une pute blanche.
- Au lieu de nous supplier de partir tu vas nous supplier de te baiser ok ! fit le noir dans mon dos
- Je. je.
Il pinça fortement un de mes tétons et répéta sa phrase.
- Supplie-nous de te baiser salope !
- Aie ! S'il vous plait. Je. Non. Aie. Pitié !
- Alors on attend !. dit l'autre noir.
- Je. Je. je vous prie de bien vouloir.me. b..Baiser.. ;
- Mieux que ça ! Dit le noir derrière moi en pinçant de plus belle mon téton déjà meurtri.
- Aieee !... Je. Aie ! Baisez-moi. s'il vous plait !
- C'est déjà mieux, mais je suis sur que tu peux mieux faire.
Ils me firent répéter à de nombreuses reprises des phrases vulgaires, pour les supplier de me baiser, de toutes les façons possibles.
Ce jeu dura plusieurs longues minutes, pendant lesquelles, je subis des pincements, des caresses et des pénétrations de doigt dans le vagin et le derrière. Puis chacun d'eux m'embrassa de façon baveuse, m'obligeant à avaler leur salive. Ils me firent sucer leurs doigts qui sortaient de mon vagin.
Lorsque ma bouche était libre, ils me faisaient les supplier de me baiser. C'était un véritable lavage de cerveau qu'ils m'imposaient. J'étais dans un état de jouissance au maximum, à cause de leurs caresses et des phrases de plus en plus vulgaires, qu'ils m'obligeaient à répéter sans cesse et de plus en plus fort.
Je fus entraînée dans ma chambre et couchée sur le dos au bord du lit. Mes jambes pendaient en dehors. Mes bras attachés dans le dos, me faisant offrir mon bassin, à eux.
Ils se déshabillèrent tous les deux et je pus voir avec un certain effroi, la taille de leur sexe qui n'était même pas encore en érection totale. Leur corps athlétique et noir me fit un effet bizarre, comme un mélange de peur et d'envie. Mais intestins n'étaient plus qu'un énorme noud et ma gorge se serra de façon à avoir des difficultés à respirer.
Cependant que le plus grand des deux noirs se plaça entre mes cuisses largement écartées, le second m'obligea à ouvrir la bouche et y engouffra un bâillon boule, qu'il s'empressa d'attacher derrière ma tête.
- Tu en as de la chance, dit le grand noir entre mes cuisses, Tu me donne tellement envie de te baisser que cela va être un vrai plaisir et puis t'a pas arrêter de nous supplier, alors on va te baiser toute la nuit.
- T'inquiète pas petite pute ! Dit l'autre gars, on va bien s'amuser tous les trois ! Hein Abdou !
Le grand noir s'appelait donc Abdou ! Pensais-je dans mes brumes de jouissance. Il promenait mister gland sur mes cuisses et ma fente forçant légèrement l'entrée. Il caressait mon clitoris bien dur avec le bout de mister sexe qui devenait de plus en plus dur et grossissait encore plus.
Alors que, je me berçais de ses caresses, il s'enfonça, en moi, brusquement et violement. Je cru qu'il m'ouvrait en deux et j'eu l'impression d'avaler la boule qui se trouvais dans ma bouche tant le souffle me manqua lors de cette intrusion brusque.
Il commença à me limer comme un dingue faisant exploser mon taux d'adrénaline et m'obscurcissant complètement l'esprit. Tout mon corps supportait les assauts d'Abdou. Dans ma tête rémisternait, le bruit du lit qui ce déplaçait à chaque pénétration de mister sexe en moi. Puis, tout devint beau, la douleur et le rythme de la pénétration firent éclater en moi une onde géante de plaisir. La situation, mon corps lié et triturer par les mains de l'autre noir, plus les coups de rein monstrueux d'Abdou dans mon corps, firent en sorte de faire exploser un orgasme sans précédent. Je ne sus plus rien, mon cerveau ne pensait plus, seul ce monstrueux sexe qui coulissait en moi et qui me donnait tant de plaisir comptait pour moi. A ce moment précis, je cru que j'avais atteint le but de ma vie. Plus rien ne comptait, plus rien n'avait d'importance que ce sexe qui entrait et sortait à une allure folle dans mon corps.
Alors que le bout du sexe d'Abdou tapait contre mon col de l'utérus, faisant à chaque fois voir l'infinité de l'univers, Abdou ce retira complètement de moi, laissant un vide immense dans mon ventre.
- A toi Salim ! Elle est à point. S'écria Abdou.
Le temps de réaliser ce que mon cerveau venait d'enregistrer, le Salim en question se plaça entre mes cuisses et me pénétra sans aucune précaution. Je reçu ce deuxième sexe presque comme une offrande et ma jouissance reprit aussi vite que les allers et retours de Salim dans mon vagin.
Alors, commença pour moi la nuit la plus jouissive de ma courte vie d'adulte. Pendant un temps impossible à évaluer ils se relayèrent dans mon vagin, sans jamais jouir. Leur sexe étant lubrifié par mes sécrétions continuelles et abondantes.
Ce fut Salim qui conclu cette première partie en jouissant abondamment en moi. Il fut remplacé par Abdou qui mit plus de dix minutes à me limer comme un fou avant de me remplir lui aussi de mister sperme tellement abondant que mon vagin déborda à chaque enfoncement.
Ils me laissèrent ainsi, à bout de souffle, toujours attachée et bâillonnée, sur le lit et lorsque enfin, je repris mes esprits et le contrôle de mes pensées, je pu distinguer aisément le bruit caractéristique de vaisselle, dans ma cuisine.
Je me rendis compte alors qu'en fait, ils étaient en train de vider mon frigo et mangeaient et buvaient ce qu'ils trouvaient.
Ce répits ne durant que le temps de se remplir l'estomac car, je les vis revenir, le sourire jusqu'aux oreilles, en me disant que, maintenant, ils allaient enfin me baiser comme, je le méritais.
- C'est un vrai cinq étoiles chez toi fit Abdou.
- Ouais ! Confirma Salim et maintenant qu'on à repris des powers on va pouvoir te prendre de tous les côtés, petite pute.

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 capables, 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 sûrement 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 piqûre. 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 entrejambe 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 pattes et vient ici, petite pute s’écria Monsieur Jean depuis mister comptoir.
Je me mis donc en route à quatre pattes 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 entrejambe, 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 « traînée » 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 vas 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, dégoûtante 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.
- Hé 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’introduise en moi, mais pas pour longtemps car, après quelques allers et venues en moi, le sexe se retire 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 réflexe 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’entrejambe 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… C’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 sûrement 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 lorsque 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 abîmée 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’est 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 lourdes 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.

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Employee Manipulation


Employee Manipulation 1


Tom Wilke stood in front of John Saxman's desk. His company had changed
hands two weeks ago and Saxman had arrived on Monday to take charge. Tom
sensed that Saxman seemed to have a dislike for him and he was feeling very
nervous. Saxman's phone call this morning had been short, telling him to
report to his office immediately. His secretary had grimaced when she saw
him and told him to go right in. Saxman was on the phone when he entered and
waved him to his desk as he continued talking. Tom continued standing for
the next 10 minutes as Saxman ignored him as he chatted casually, sipping
coffee. When he ended his phone call, he picked up a folder and leafed
though it without looking up.

Five minutes later, Tom was sweating over being treated so rudely. His self
confidence was gone and he had been turned into an emotional wreck.

"Wilke, my name is John Saxman. I'm your new boss and I want you to know I'm
not happy at all with your job performance." He said.

Tom felt that feeling deep in his stomach as he tried to apologize for what
he did not know.

"Wilke", Saxman said, taking off his glasses, "I'm not going to say right now
that you are guilty of embezzlement of company funds, but outward appearances
seem to indicate just that."

"WHAT", Tom blurted out, "Sir, I have never taken anything from the company,
I swear, there has to be a mistake somewhere"."What are you saying?" Tom
said.

Wiping his glasses, Saxman spoke calmly. "According to an internal audit, A
check from the AceCo Corp for $1250.00 was received in our office on May
18Th. It was never deposited." "Granted, this is a small amount compared to
the size of checks normally coming into the company, but all monies are
always accounted for,

"Mr. Saxman, I swear to you, I didn't take it and I never even saw the
check." Tom answered quickly.

Saxman continued, "On July 10, AceCo responding to our notice sent to them
reminding them that their payment was past due, sent us a copy of the
canceled check, showing that it had been deposited at Valley Central Bank in
a newly opened account registered to a Tom Wilke. doing business as Dalles
Sales, suspiciously similar to our company Dallas Sales.

Tom was dumbfounded at this devastating news. He did not even do business
with the Vally Central Bank and he quickly told Saxman this and that there
must be a mistake or another Tom Wilke.

"We don't do business with that bank either Wilke." Saxman added, his eyes
glaring at him. " This account has been frozen to protect the funds until the
investigation is finished at which point you will be charged with
embezzlement.

Tom's knees buckled at thoughts of his family and friends hearing about him
being charged with a crime. He was completely Innocent and yet the evidence
was overwhelming as to his guilt. Tears did not come easy to the formerly
self confident 24 year old man, but they came now as helplessness despair
engulfed him. He sank his 5-7 frame into the nearest chair in front of
Saxman's desk, crying and blubbering that he had no knowledge of any of this
and that he was Innocent.

John Saxman's hand was slowly rubbing his throbbing cock as he watched he
young man come apart at the seams. Damm, he loved the moment when he was able
to tear down another man's life and leave him in utter ruin, destitute of any
hope. The young man had walked into his office as a man full of promise and a
secure future and a few carefully planned procedures had changed his future
to suit his new manager and now Tom Wilke's life would indeed be managed in a
new direction.

Saxman had gone over all employee's permisternel files when he had arrived and
came across Wilke's picture. His handsome features attracted him right away
and his file showed him to be an honest, hardworking, sincere young man. Very
little job experience before being hired two years ago and the permister who
interviewed him made a note that Tom, although shy and lacking confidence at
that time could be moulded into a management position in time. Since then,
Tom had acquired confidence, but he knew he could destroy that quickly and
turn him into his permisteral cocksucker. John had been planning this move for
many years, yearning for the day he would be promoted into a position of
authority where he could wield crushing power over an employee of his
choosing. Five days after his arrival, he had chosen Wilke. He had family
living close, a girl friend, lived by himself, a new car he would be paying
on for several years and quite literally up to his ears in debt which meant
he
needed his job very badly.Presented with a life saving proposition, he would
capitulate quickly, and be on his knees with his lips wrapped around his first
cock.

Saxman took his glasses off again, laying them on his desk and rubbed his
eyes before speaking softly to Tom Wilke. "Tom, I'd like to believe you are
innocent and want you to know that I'll check this out permisterally. In the
meantime, I'm going to let you go home early today and relax. Take the rest
of the week off and If things are as you say, I'll find that out. I don't
want you to say anything to anyone at all about this. You are going to have
to trust me that I'll be very thorough. If you're innocent, then it will be
over and done with, but if you are guilty, you will undoubtedly go to primister
which will ruin your life. Now, pull yourself together and go home. I will
see you in my office Monday afternoon when everyone leaves, ok?"

"Mr. Saxman, I swear to you that I never took any check from the company,"
Tom said, as he stood up. "You've got to believe me Sir, I'd never do such a
thing." He continued to protest.

John gently but firmly grasped Tom's arm and slowly walked him to the door
and told him to go home now and to keep his mouth shut about the situation.
Opening the door, he pushed Tom out of the office and closed the door.

Tom stood there still in shock until he noticed Mr. Saxman's secretary
looking at him. Quickly, he walked to his office and straightened his desk
top, shut off his computer walked hurriedly out the door.

The days have by so slowly for Tom. His girlfriend, Susan, called every day
but Tom told her he had the flu and needed to stay in bed. He actually was
sick to his stomach at what had befallen him. He couldn't figure out what had
happened but it was evident someone had set him up, but who? Everyone in the
office had seemed to like him and he'd gone out of his way to be helpful to
everyone. The weekend came and went with no answers.

Monday morning found Tom 10 pounds lighter than the day he had been accused
of embezzlement. He had not slept except for short periods and his eyes were
redshot.
The day went by slowly and Tom tried to make conversation with his co-workers and
do his job, but his eyes were on the clock.

Five O'clock finally came and tom watched the last of the employees leave the
office. Waiting a few minutes to make sure, He got up and went to the men's
room to relieve himself before his meeting. Zipping up, he splashed cold
water in his face and combed his hair.Straightening his tie, he walked down
the hall and knocked gently on Mr. Saxman's door, his knees weak and the now
constant knot in his stomach.

The door was opened by a man he did not know. Mr. Saxman was sitting at his
desk and motioned Tom to his desk, saying,"Sit down Willke."

Tom sat and was startled by a folder dropped into his lap by the man at his
side.

"Wilke, I"m Detective Dan Olsen, criminal investigations division." "I've
been investigating an allegation that you may have conspired to defraud your
company out of money. I want you to look through those papers and verify for
me that those are your signatures and then tell me how you expected to get
away with embezzlement. Did you intend to continue stealing even larger
amounts of money once you had this set up?"

Tom was sick as he leafed through the folder. The signatures looked similar
to his, but he knew they were forgeries. "These are not my signatures," he
pleaded, "I didn't do this, you've got to believe me, I don't steal."

Detective Olsen pulled Tom's head back by his hair and glared at him, "I've
checked with an expert", he lied, "And he says its yours".

"Detective," interrupted Mr. Saxman, "Where do we go from here"

"Well, you file the complaint, He'll be arrested, fingerprinted, and face
trial, unless he confesses. Either way, He'll be sent to primister for between 7
to 10 years." Olsen replied.

Tom had broken down completely, sobbing and continuing to protest his
involvement.

Saxman again spoke, "What happens if I don't file a complaint right now.
Suppose I wait and check this out further. How long do I have to file."

"That's up to you, Mr. Saxman, although I don't know why you'd want to wait,
the evidence is all here, he did it." The detective replied, "But you have a
year to file charges"

John Saxman rose from his chair and shook hands with Detective Olsen as he
ushered him to the door, saying "I'll be in touch if I decide to file charges
and thank you for your investigative work Detective."

Closing the door, Saxman was excited at how well his plan was proceeding. Now
he would slowly unravel young Mr. Wilke. Before Tom left the room, he would
give his future, his mind and body to him to be used in any way he wanted.

Returning to his desk, he unzipped his fly, and pulled out his raging cock,
as he looked at Tom Wilke with his head buried in his hands. It was amazing
how easy it had been to acquire ownership of another man. He was sure that
others had been ensnared by such simple means as he had devised.

For $1500.00, he had hired a private detective who had gathered up all sorts
of information on Wilke. He knew who his family and friends were. He knew his
financial situation completely. Wilke did not know it yet, but he would soon
be immersed in sexual degradation that he would submit to in order to avoid
his life being destroyed.

"Wilke," Saxman said quietly tapping a pencil on the desk, his other hand
slowly squeezing his hard cock. " I'm deeply disappointed in you. I wish you
had not done this. I can imagine the shock to your parents. You're a good
looking kid. Too good looking to end up in primister. I've heard stories about
what the tough inmates do with young guys like you. In there, you're going to
be a fresh piece of meat for them. I wish I could do something for you, but
unless you can convince me not to file charges against you, you will go to
primister."

Tom wiped his eyes and stood, "Mr. Saxman, I'm innocent, please help me sir.
I"ll do anything you want me too. I'll work extra hours for free and I'll do
anything for you if you'll just have faith in me and not file charges. I
didn't do it Sir."

"You say you'll do anything for me Wilkes?" Saxman responded.

"Yes Sir," Wilkes said quickly, a glimmer of hope on his face.

"If you're innocent, I'm sorry for you and I'd of course want to keep you out
of primister, But if you're guilty, I'd want to see you were punished." Saxman
said thoughtfully. "So if I did the punishing myself without involving the
police, you would agree to that Wilke?"

Tom felt a great weight lift off him as he understood that Mr. Saxman would
punish him and he would not go to primister and his family and friends would
never know. "Yes Sir, Mr. Saxman, thank you sir, I'll do anything you want me
to. Just tell me sir and I'll do it."

Saxman was giddy with lust and power. This young college graduate, so cocky,
living the good life with all kinds of advantages over him would learn that
he was not as clever as a hard working high school graduate who had come up
the hard way.

"OK then Wilke, I will do the punishing and you will do any and everything I
order you to do and you'll do it quickly without questioning my authority
over you. The first time, you disobey me or resist me in any way, I'll pick
up the phone and turn you over to the police for embezzlement. Do you
understand, you balk once and you have no more chance, no matter what I make
you do?"

"Yes sir, I understand sir, I'll do everything you tell me," Tom quickly said.

"Ive locked my office door. I want you to strip completely naked and stand in
front me with your head down. or do I make the phone call?" Saxman
said.putting his hand on the telephone.

Tom Wilke was shocked in disbelief, but as he saw Saxman pick up the phone,
he quickly began taking off his clothes putting them on the chair. He saw the
phone being replaced as he stripped and stood butt naked in front of his
boss.

Saxman's cock was throbbing as he fondled it and his eyes took in the sight
of his newly acquired whore. "You may go to the corner over there and put
your nose against the wall. You will stay there and not move until you are
told to. Do it now Wilke."

Tom hurried to the corner, touching his nose to the wall and stood there. He
was totally humiliated and embarrassed but not being able to think. His heart
was racing as he felt himself feeling panic but knowing he dare not move. He
felt Mr. Saxman's eyes looking at his naked ass.

Saxman pushed his chair back as he joyfully played with his hard cock. Tom
Wilke had a beautiful ass and legs. He now owned this boy. He had planned up
to this point. Now, what would he do with his new property? He would have to
give this some careful thought.

Tom did not know how long he had been standing naked in the corner of Mr.
Saxman's office. He was embarrassed and still shaking in fear of the man who
held his life in his hands. Why did he want me naked he thought to himself.
He had been afraid to object when he had been ordered to strip because of the
threat to call the police if he did. He heard occasional movement sounds from
behind him but was too scared to look. Finally, he heard Mr. Saxman tell him
to turn around.

Tom turned and was stunned to see a video cam on a tripod facing him. He
looked at Mr. Saxman and pleaded, "Sir, please don't do this, don't take
pictures of me please sir."

"Shut up boy and do what you're told to do. I'm going to punish you because
as far as I know you are a thief and you're getting off easy unless you have
decided you want to go to primister and become somebody's fuck toy. Is that what
you want to do boy or do you want to be very obedient for me?"

Tom felt tears coming down his face as he realized he had no option but to
obey Saxman. "No sir, I want to obey you sir."

"Good," Saxman answered. "Now I want you to tell the camera who you are and
what you are accused of doing and that you've agreed to received punishment
from me instead of going to primister. While you are doing that, you will
masturbate yourself. I want you hard at all times while the camera is on. You
may stop when you are hard, but if you feel yourself getting soft you will
again masturbate to hardness. You will keep doing that and retain a hard cock
until you are told to stop. Commence now, unless you want to take your
chances in primister."

Tom's hand went to his penis and began stroking it as he began telling the
camera what he had been accused of. His cock had been fl acid throughout his
standing in the corner but he could feel it coming to life. His eyes darted
to the desk where his boss sat with a vacant look on his face, but his eyes
were focused on Tom which caused more embarrassment to the helpless young
man.

John Saxman was still massaging his swollen cock as he watched the young
naked boy playing with his cock for the camera. His mind was flooded with new
ideas popping up as he thought of all the different ways he could punish Tom
for simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. His victim could have
been anyone in the company, but his good looks, youth and background had won
him the position. He relished the knowledge that the boy was his to use as he
wanted. Each new task that Tom would perform would lead him further into such
degradation that the threat of his family and friends finding out and seeing
him do such despicable things would keep him docile and obedient.

John intended to subvert Tom's mind and make him accept deviant sexual acts
as normal. Acceptance of abnormal sex acts would earn Tom praise and rewards
while any hint of conscience would bring him discipline and criticism. Yes,
Tom was going to taken under his wing now and he would be educated and
trained to serve mankind in a way he could never have dreamed.

Tom stood passively, head down, looking at his semi hard cock. His right hand
dutifully went to it and again began slowly pumping it back up to the
hardness that Mr. Saxman had ordered. The room was silent as the camera
recorded Tom's continuing task. Tears were falling from his blurry eyes as
the gravity of the situation crept into his stunned mind.. He was being
filmed a***ing himself. His hand dropped to his side, " I can't do this Mr.
Saxman," he cried. "You have no right to do this to me."

"Well, I tried to keep you out of primister Tom, but I guess you've decided you
want to go to jail." John said calmly as he picked up the telephone. "I'm not
even sure your family or friends will want to visit you there after they all
see their copy of the video you just made." He started dialing the phone
saying, "I'll just have them stop by here and pick you up."

'NO, NO, PLEASE," screamed Tom, "LOOK, I'M DOING IT SIR," His hand pumping
his fl acid cock furiously. He was relieved to see him put the phone back as
he got up from his desk and slowly walked over to where Tom stood
masturbating.

John looked down at Tom's cock, still being masturbated at top neck speed in
an effort to get it hard. 'SLAP', the hard hit to Tom's face knocked him
against the wall where he slid down to the carpet. "Don't you ever, ever
refuse me when I tell you to do something or the next time, you're going to
jail." John spat the words at him. "Now crawl here to me."

Tom quickly crawled to John, looking down at his shoes.

"You see my shoes boy, I want you to start licking both of them and I don't
want to see any dust on them. Do it now." John said firmly. He was smiling
now as he watched his slave licking his shoe enthusiastically. He had won
another battle of wills against the boy and moved him just one more step away
from his final destination of complete slavery. He lowered his zipper and
pulled out his 7 inch cock which was ramrod straight.

"Now, as you finish cleaning my shoes, I want you to listen carefully. The
next 5 or 10 minutes will determine how the rest of your life is going to go.
You can choose primister, misery and destitution, or safety and security. I
want you to now look up and I want you to do the thing you believe is the
right thing for you to do and remember, If you choose wrong, you will be in a
jail cell tonight."

Tom was shaking as as he raised his head knowing what he was going to see.
His heart was racing and tears continued running down his face. He wasn't
gay, he didn't even like gays. He had always called them faggots and queers
and now here he was being powerd to become one of them. A battle raged inside
him, if he refused, his life was over but if he gave in he would become a
cocksucker, but he would not go to primister. The cock in front of him started
growing as if anticipating the mouth that was about to service it. His eyes
moved up to look at Mr. Saxman. He was humiliated to see a wide smile on his
face and he quickly dropped his eyes to the thick cock that was now bobbing
and beckoning him come to it. Silent tears wet his face as the young man
leaned upward and opened his mouth to receive the invader. A hand gently
pulled his face forward and the first cock of many to come slid easily into
his yielding mouth.

Now it was John Saxman in total control of Tom's life. His cock was throbbing
with excitement at being held in the warm mouth. "You've made the right
decision boy," he said. You are going to be safe now as long as you obey me
completely. You won't go to primister. I'll keep you from that as long as you do
what you're told. If you refuse me anything, I'll pick up the telephone and
file charges against you for stealing from the company. I want you to squeeze
my cock firmly with your mouth if you understand and agree to my terms." He
immediately felt Tom's response of acceptance.

John stepped back, his cock popping out of Tom's mouth. "Stay on your knees
and follow me." Tom followed as John went to his desk chair, unbuckled his
belt and let his pants and shorts fall to the floor and stepped out of them.
Sitting down, he spread his legs and pulled Tom's head to his cock. tom's
opened his mouth without being told and once again accepted his owners cock.

"I just want you to hold it firmly in your mouth Wilke, nothing more." John
instructed. "You are a receptacle, and anything that comes out of my cock, is
yours to keep and swallow, and I do mean anything. You must be ready at all
times and you better not spill anything. Do you understand that boy?"

Tom mouthed a muffled yes sir and nodded his head in offense.

John was elated over how well the young man had surrendered and accepted his
fate without putting up a fight. Now, here was his very own cocksucker, tears
still flowing, with his mouth stuffed with his cock. His cock was rock hard
and he was feeling the need to empty his bladder. He had always found it hard
to piss when he had a hard on, but he had a lot of time to do it and his boy
wasn't going anyway real soon so he just relaxed and let nature take it's
course.

He felt it coming and knew when the first stream spurted out into Tom's
mouth. He watched Tom's eyes open wide and look up at him as he swallowed the
salty urine. The stream stopped momentarily allowing Tom to swallow. Soon,
more followed as it found it's way through the red engorged penis.
Intermittent stoppages and starts lasting five minutes kept Tom busy making
sure he drank it all without spilling any.When John was finished with the
most satisfying piss he had in his life.

"Well done Tom," John said patting him on the head like a dog. "You will not
always have time to take it so slowly. There will be times, I will piss in
your mouth and not control the pressure. During those times, it will be up to
you to keep up. Any spillage will mean you will have a mess to clean up and
you will also be punished."

"Right now, I want you to begin using your tongue to excite and en flame my
cock. Use it to rub and lick along the crown. Explore everything, even the
piss slit. I want you to caress it lovingly and to treat it as your master.
Your mouth needs to get used to pleasuring my cock. Explore it intimately and
learn what it likes. Your reward will be it's creamy nectar which will at
times be your only source of nutrition and water, so treat it tenderly."

John Saxman watched Tom as he worked on his cock. He felt his tongue moving
under and around his cock's crown sending it into a jerking reaction to the
teasing movement. His mind was racing as to what future plans he should put
into motion for his new toy. His hand reached down and began petting his cock
sucker's head gently. "Good boy," he said, talking gently to Tom as he
continued licking and sucking. "You are safe now. Nothing is going to happen
to you now. I'm going to take very good care of you. You belong to me and
your life is now going to become a very happy life for you. You're not going
to have to worry about going to primister and being fucked by a lot of convicts
and embarrassing your family and friends for stealing from the company and
going to primister. I'm going to protect you from that as long as you continue
to obey me. Will you obey me as your master boy? He smiled as Tom continued
loving his cock and nodding his head, his eyes closed. John could sense
that he had destroyed the young man's independence. He no longer belonged to
himself. He had given that power to John. He had been reduced to rock bottom with
no hope except what he had been offered. Total sexual slavery for life. He had
given his life away to a stronger man who had reached out and snatched it away from
him.

The thought of what he had done to this boy and the action of the boy's
tongue and lips on his cock then came together causing him to groan in
pleasure as his sperm erupted into Tom's waiting mouth. Torrents of cum shot
from his cock bringing him to an unbelievable high. Through half closed
eyelids, he could see his slave swallowing as fresh tears rolled from his
eyes.

John relaxed in his desk chair, savoring the most satisfying orgasm he'd ever had. His now soft cock still
embedded in Tom Wilke's mouth. Tears still glistened on his cheeks and his slaves's eyes remained closed,
hiding from his offense.

Taking Tom's folder off the desk, he took several papers from it and laid them on the desk.
Pulling Tom's head off his cock by his hair, He brought his face close and looked into the boy's
blurry eyes.
"Get up Wilke, There are some papers on my desk you are going to sign," John
told the boy, lifting him up. "What are they?" Tom said as he struggled to
his feet. Standing quickly, John slapped the young man;s face three times
while holding onto the hair of his head. "DON'T YOU EVER QUESTION ME BOY, YOU DO AS
YOU'RE TOLD AND YOU KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT EXCEPT WHEN MY COCK IS IN IT OR I ASK YOU
TO TELL ME SOMETHING. YOU WILL ALSO ALWAYS ADDRESS ME AS SIR." John yelled at him.
He could see that his intimidation was having the desire effect of cowering the boy
into presentation. It was evident that his impression of the boy had been right on
target. Tom Wilke did not possess a set of balls and if he had ever had them,
he must have left them at home with his lady.The two balls that he had right now
were were in John Saxman's posession. John indicated each line on the papers
where Tom submissively signed his.name. John had to calm him so his hand would stop
shaking. When it was finished, he placed the papers back into the folder.
"Boy, my cock feels a draft, warm it". John said casually. He smiled as Tom dropped
to his knees and took it into his mouth. Stepping back and walking over to the
window, Tom hurried after him and again took it in his mouth. "Now you've got the
idea boy.You're going to make a fine cocksucker, just focus on your main priority
of keeping my cock satisfied and warm. Keep up the good work and I'll protect you.
I'll also look into seeing if you are guilty or not." John moved away from
Tom, his cock making that popping sound as it came out of the warm mouth. He sat
down at his desk and picked up the phone as Tom quickly dropped between his legs
to engulf his cock again. He listened with renewed fear as he hear John instruct
someone to come to the company parking lot and tow Tom's car to a storage lot.
Taking a bag out of the desk and pushing it to Tom, He told him to put them on as
he walked to the closet and brought out two top coats. Tom brought out two pieces
of a pair of pants. They were the bottom part of the legs and when he put them on
they came just to the top of his knee. Seeing the heavy rubber bands, he slipped
them around each pant leg which held them tight to his leg. Giving Tom a top coat
to button up, John took Tom's billfold and keys out of his clothes and put them
into the bag. He was amused as he looked at the naked young man wearing a top coat
buttoned up to his neck and a pair of pants showing below. "Put your shoes and
socks on boy and lets go." Tom felt vulnerable as they walked down the
street together. He was embarrassed and scared to be naked under the coat and as a
woman smiled at him, he blushed. His cock was hard as it brushed against the inside
of the coat. In the next block, John guided him into a bar. "You've been very
obedient Wilke so I thought I'd treat you to a couple takes before we go home.
Have you ever been to a gay bar before?" he asked. Pushing the boy in, John
sensed the fear coming from him. "Do exactly as you're told to do or I'll rip
that top coat off your ass and let you run around naked." John whispered in Tom's
ear. John guided Tom towards the rear of the club to a booth near a small
unlit stage and dance floor.Taking off his coat,he told Tom to stay while he got
them a couple of beers. Tom was nervous and scared as he sat alone in the
booth. A guy walked by him on his way to the restroom and looked at tom. "Are you
alone?" He asked. "No, I'm with someone." Tom quickly said. "Too bad,"
he replied and went into the restroom. Tom saw John talking with the bartender and
saw the bartender look over at him. Tom lowered his head in shame, assuming John
was talking about him. John and the bartender came to Tom's table, the
bartender carrying a tray with two buds and glasses. "Tom, I'm sorry but the
man here says that because of gang violence, no one is allowed to keep their top
coats on. It seems that gang members hide guns underneath them. You'll have to
take yours off." The color drained from Tom's face as he turned white with
fear. "Please sir, can we leave and go somewhere else, please sir," Tom begged.
I"m afraid we can't Tom," John explained, " When I told the bartender about you
being naked underneath your coat, he graciously has volunteer to give us free
takes as long as wer're here, so remove your coat boy." The bartender sat
the takes down on the table and waited, his eyes learing at Tom. Tom gave one
last pleading look at John and saw his stern look back at him and slowly
unbuttoned his coat and let it slid off his shoulders leaving him naked, hiding
behind the table he was sitting at. "I'll hang your coat up Tom," he
said, holding out his hand. Tom half sat up in the booth pulling the coat out and
handing it to the bartender who was getting an eyeful. "Very nice, I'll be back
to check on your takes later," he said smiling. Frankie Owens, or Buck as his
friends called him, had been skepical when the man with Tom had first approached
him last week about bringing the naked boy in, but had been assured that he would
be there with him on Monday after work.Mondays were always so slow that he'd
been thinking about closing up on Mondays, but this could turn out to be something
good he thought. He had worked out a deal with Saxman that would make them both
some money. He'd informed his regular patrons about starting a special night on
Mondays that they wouldn't want to miss. They'd be charged a cover of $25.00 per
permister for the evenings. They could bring a guest or guests with them for the same price each,
but to keep it strictly between them and guys they could trust. He'd been assured
that a lot of them would be coming. Saxman would get half the cover profils and
free takes for him and the boy and if it worked out, having the boy come in every
monday evening could become a regular gig. Tom sat naked in the booth. He
was shivering from being cold or shaking from fright, he wasn't sure which. "Drink
your beer Wilke," John told him. The man who had gone to the bathroom walked
by them but quickly stopped, starring at Tom. "Whoaa, what do we have here," he
said excitedly. Tom sat his beer down and lowered his head and shook again.
John reached his hand across the table and shook hands with the guy. "Hi, I'm
John and this young man's name is Tom. He likes being naked in front of men, John
explained, "You're welcome to join us if you like." "I'll
do that. My name's Alan," he said, quickly sliding into the booth next to Tom.
"HEY, BUCK, I'LL HAVE A BEER AND BRING A COUPLE FOR MY FRIENDS HERE,"
He shouted.
Buck smiled as he pulled more beer out of the cooler. He could see he wasnt
gonig to have to buy the beer for his new goldmine. Tom was about to wet
himself. He had never been this scared in his life. He was naked and trapped in a
gay bar and there was nothing he could do about it. He felt Alan's eyes looking him
over as if he were a piece of steak. He was jolted when the stranger's hand patted
his leg and laid there while the man told asked him if he were cold. "Yes
sir, and I need to go to the restroom." Tom said quietly "Go ahead Tom, just
don't take very long." Saxman said. Alan stood up and allowed Tom to get out
of the booth. He stood then in awe as he looked at the young man's naked ass
heading for the restroom. He sat back down in the booth. "Man, John, That kid
has given me a helluva hard-on." He said. Buck came over with the tray and
the beer. "Where's the kid." he asked. "He had to go piss." John said. "By
the way, could you turn up the heat a little, I think he's cold." "Well
he's got me hot." Alan said. " Buck looked at John and winked. "Maybe if you
made it worthwhile, the kid would help you out with that Alan." John
smiled back at Buck. "Same as the cover charge and the same as the deal we had on
that?" John asked. "Done." Buck said with a grin. "Twenty five dollars and
get a condom from the restroom." Alan opened his billfold and handed Buck
two twentys as Tom came back to the table. "I'll get your change sir, minus
the three beers also." Buck said, walking away. Alan got up and headed to
the restroom as Tom hurriedly slid into the safety of the booth. John
reached over and helf tom's cock, gently massaging it.to a semi hardness state.
Leaning
close to Tom's ear, He began talking to him . "I want you to listen now very
closely. What you do here is very important to me. It's also very important to
you. I'll tell you why. If you do anything to bring attention to us by refusing
to do what you know is right to do, you'll end up in police custody. You'll not
only be charged with embezzelment, but also lewd behavior, exposing yourself
and prostitution. Do you understand me boy?" "Yes Sir," Tom said quietly as
John continued playing with his cock which was now standing up proudly. Alan
now slid into the booth next to Tom and again layed his hand on Tom's leg. John
removed his hand and taking his glass, took a long take. Alan's hand now went to
Tom's cock and rubbed it gently. "You've sure given me a hard-on too, Tom." he
said. John elbowed Tom. "I'd say it wasn't very nice of you to give him a
hard-on and expect him to have to sit here uncomfortable. I think it'd be nice if
you offered
to take care of it for him, don't you." Tom nodded his head in presentation.
"Sir, could I take care of that for you," he said quietly as he looked at his
take. Alan quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his condom, laying
it on the table. "Sure, Tom, that'd be great." John whispered to him, "Take
the condom, slid under the table and do it." Tom picked up his glass and
downed the beer before picking up the condom and sliding under the table. Alan
started to unzip his pants but John stopped him. "Don't bother doing that friend,
let him do it for you." he said Alan placed his hands on the table. He took
another take and then just sat there with a smile. John reached over, taking Tom's
glass and unzipping himself proceeded to piss in it before putting it back on the
table. John became aware of several guys at the bar all looking his way. He
could tell they were able to see Tom's naked ass under the table and the smile on
Alan's face. It was just a little after 8 pm and John counted 12 guys at the bar and
all were looking at the naked ass. He did the math in his head. 13 guys total
at $25.00 each comes to around $325.00 and that means I've been here less than an
hour and made around $160.00. This is a good part time job he thought if they could
keep it quiet enough so the police didn't find out about it.


Tom was on all fours under the table. He heard Saxman tell the guy to let him unzip his pants
for him. Tom reached up and pulled the zipper down and reaching in found the slit
in the underwear and carefully pulled out the six inch hard cock. He was surprised
that he wasn't shaking anymore and he knew he also had a hard on. He couldn' t
figure out why he had a hard-on. He didn't even like gays. Now he was about to
suck one and he had seemed to be excited about it. Quickly he opened the condom
and rolled it over the bobbing cock. At least he thought to himself, he was
hidden from everyone while he was under the table.

Tom edged closer and took the straight up cock in his mouth. It didn't dawn on him that
in one day, he had turned from a straight eight guy to someone who was not only sucking
another man's cock, but sucking it in a very conscienous way. His tongue was going
around the sensitive crown and his lips were moving in a way that was bringing Alan to an
all too soon climax for him.

John had the good manners to look the other way as he heard the labored breathing of
his booth mate. As Alan made a gutteral moan, John smiled.

Tom climbed back into the booth and lifted his glass to his lips. He took one sip and quickly
looked at John.
"Drink it down boy" John said simply.

Tom tipped the glass and began takeing.

Alan lifted his beer and drained it, burping. "Thank's Tom, You're a damn
good cock- sucker." he said with a wide grin. Looking at John, "I'd like
for him to do that again some time. Will you be bringing him back here
again?" he asked.

"Thats up to Buck, talk to him." John answered. "Glad you enjoyed him."

"Well, I will then. Thanks a lot, he's real good." Alan responded, getting up
and going to the bar for a talk with Buck.

John watched the conversation going on at the bar and saw that there were
about 10 guys gathered around Alan listening to him and Buck. He watched
several reaching into their back pockets getting out their billfolds and
handing money over to Buck. One by one, those that had given Buck money came
back to a table directly across from John and sat down with their beers.

Tom also was watching and fearing what was going to happen begged John to
please let him leave and get his clothes on and go home.

"So, you've decided you're ready to go to primister now?" John asked him.

"No Sir, I don't want to do that. I want to do what you want me to sir but
I'm afraid to be here naked and I don't want to do what I just did again
sir, please help me."

"Why John, I am helping you." John said. "I'm keeping you out of primister.
However, if you're tired of obeying me, I can have Buck call the police
and tell them to come down here and arrest you for soliciting sex and public
exposure in his bar. I won't be here when they come for you, but when I'm
notified of your arrest for prostitution and lewd acts, I'll have to fire
you immediately and file the charges for embezzlement. So you make up your
mind right now. What's it going to be? Primister and embarrassing your
family and friends or do you want to be obedient and use this experience
to become the very best cocksucker in town?"

Tom was shaking uncontrolably and again crying. John tenderly put his arm
around him and patted his shoulder. speaking softly to him. I'm going to
tell you straight up Tom boy. You don't have a choice anymore. Simply said,
you belong to me now. You aren't a man anymore. You're just property. You're
my property. I own you You and your ass belong to me and I'll use it any
way I want to use it. Right now, You're working for me. These men are all
hungry and excited to be given the chance to get a blow job from a cute
looking guy like you. You're going to make sure that each and every one of
them have the best sucking they ever got. You've already sucked cock today
so the shock of it should be just about over. You're a pro now and I want
you to get a lot of experience tonight."

Buck came to their table with two more cold beers for them and sat them down
on the table. Sitting down next to Tom, he told him that the guys over at
the other table had joined their little club and had paid their dues. Buck
reached under the table and fondled Tom's soft cock and winked at John as
the cock started to grow. "I'll wanna get some of this action myself at
some point," he said, getting back up. "I told them, you'd motion to them
when you're ready for them."

"Sounds good," John said, "Just give a couple more minutes."

"Let me tell you about the papers you signed in my office." John said to Tom.
"One was a confession. You confessed how you did it and that you intended to
steal a little now and then you were going to embezzle more later. You also
signed a Power of Attorney, handing power over your life to me. You also
named me your guardian and agreed that I should take control over you to
straighten you out since you were out of control. You've taken your name off
your checking account and named me as the only one authorized to write checks
on it. Your car will be sold next week. You won't be needing a car anymore.
But, hey, if you were in primister, you wouldn't need it either. I'll have
movers clear out your permisteral property out of your apartment. Clothing
and such will be brought to my home and the rest will be sold. So, you see,
you're not a man anymore. You're a cocksucker, male cunt, slave property. Do
you see that there is no escape? Do you see that it's in your
interest to learn to be obedient to me. You're going to live a very exciting life
now. You're going to have lots of friends.Everyone here likes you and I like you.
But if you disobey me in any way, I'm going to spank your little ass so hard,
you'll not be able to sit down at work. By the way, I'm going to give you a raise.
You're going to be such a better worker now that you don't have to worry about
things like your apartment, car, insurances, girl friend, etc. Now I want you to
tell me you want to go to primister or I want you to tell me you want to be my special
cocksucker. Tell me now Wilke."

Tom sat stunned at what he had been told. He knew his life was over. He was
going to be a slave and suck lots of cocks. Somehow, the thought of it made
his cock move. "I want to be your special cocksucker sir." He said.

"Good cocksucker," John said happily, ruffling Tom's hair and motioning to
the guys sitting at the other table. Tom looked up and saw one of them get
up and come to their table.

"Hi, I'm Mike, the other guys over there are John, Erik, Bruce, Don, J.T.,
and Spike. Buck gave us all condoms and told us to wait and come over one
at a time and Tom here would give us all blowjobs." He said sitting down
looking at the naked young man beside him.

John slid out of the booth, stretching. "Thats fine, one at a time, be good
to him, he's a good cocksucker. No rough stuff, if you have any
complaints, holler at me, I'm going up to the bar while you boys get off.
You know what's expected of you Tom, You're going to be meeting several new
friends tonight so treat them right. I'll be watching." John picked up his
beer and walked to the bar and sat down.

Tom was again embarrassed as Mike's hand reached over and felt his nipple
before sliding downward over his stomach to his leg and cock. "You've got a
very sexy body boy. I think I'm in love. Here's my condom so why don't you
just make me very happy. I want you to be very careful with my cock but I
want lots of tongue play, ok?"

"Yes sir," Tom said as he picked up the condom and again slipped under the
table.

The guys at the other table all eyed the boy getting under the table. His
shinny ass exposed to them. Buck came to their table with two pitchers of
beer and collected their money and telling them to keep the noise down and
to be good. "Don't fuck it up, guys, this is going to be a good deal for
you every monday night."

John watched the action from the bar as he sipped his beer. Doing a head
count of the bar patrons, he calculated his share of the money to be close
to $400.00 right now and it wasn't even 8 pm yet. He thought he'd have to get
Tom out of here by 9 or 9:30 and get him something to eat before taking him
home. He did some figuring in his head to come up with an idea of just how
much Tom would be worth to him. Tom's take home pay was $525. per week. He
had an opportunity to promote Toms supervisor and send him on to the parent
Company in Chicago and that would allow him to promote Tom to supervisor. He
knew that Tom was qualified for the job, even if he would be jumping over
more senior co-workers. That could be a problem for Tom, but he would just
have to deal with it. It would mean another 225.00 per week. With Tom not
having any bills at all except what John would buy for him, It would mean
$750. in John's pocket plus what Tom would be making him here at the bar
on Mondays. His slave would be making him way over a thousand dollars a
week tax free at least.

Buck set up another beer for John. "How's your boy doing?" He asked..

John looked over at the table where a different guy was sitting sporting a
happy look on his face. Tom's ass was visible under the table and there
were just four guys left at the other table. He's doing fine. How's business
tonight?" John asked.

Buck laughed and whispered to John, "It's the best Monday I've ever had. With
the cover charge and Tom's charge, It's better than all my days. Look,
John, This City has a ton of gays and bi's and word will get around about
what's going on here. We're going to get real busy on Mondays from now on
if you'll keep bringing him here after work on Mondays. If you'll keep doing
that, I'll make Mondays a members only night. I'll screen all new members
and make sure they're ligitimate and not vice. I'd like to charge an annual
fee of $250 and give them a free blow job for every new member they bring
in. What would you think about Tom doing something on the stage for the
whole group to get them all horney to the point they had to get a blow job
from him. All the guys are saying he's really hot."

John knew one thing, he was getting hungry and He became aware of the beer
getting to him. "Let me think about that this week. I will bring him back
on Mondays though for the next 6 weeks anyway. I like the idea, but I just
need to think about it, ok?

"Sure, no problem," Buck replied, as he waited on another customer.

John was deep in thought again. He'd better nix the idea of promoting Tom.
It'd be more responsiblity and possibly even put Tom in a position where the
Company might notice him and take him away with a promotion. He dare not risk
that. Better to keep him under a cloud of suspicion where his job depends on
me. He had kept the theft of the check an internal affiar. Since the Police
Fraud Dept. will end up acknowledging that the signatures setting up the
fradulent bank account did not belong to Wilke, he would be cleared of any
wrong doing. Tom however would never know he'd been exonerated. He would
keep that hanging over his head until he had him safely entrenched in his
new lifestyle. Tom was on his way to becoming a gay sexual deviant and John
needed to devote all his time to ensuring that Tom could not come back from
it.

John also knew he had to keep Tom close to him at all times. He had to ensure
that the young man did not become despondent. He was sure he would not
become suicidal. He would help him embrace homosexuallity and become
addicted to pornography.Given a steady diet of that, add regular doses of
viagra to his diet and control his ability to masturbate would help him
accept and even crave offense and degradation from whereever he could get
it. As it is turning out, Tom is going to make him some great money, but
his real reamister for collaring him is for his own permisteral sexual use. The
money is going to be good but he must keep it in perspective and not get
greedy. He looked over at Tom and saw he had only one more guy left to suck
and then he'd get him out of here, stop at a fast food place and get him
something to eat, stop by his apartment to get some clothes for tomorrow and
then get him to bed at his new home.

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After leaving the bar and several satisfied patrons, John stopped at at a McDonalds, sending Tom in with a $20.00 bill. He watched as his newly acquired slave walked through the door. He looked like an average businessman wearing a top coat. The lower half of the pant legs secured around his knees with a heavy rubberband. Above that, the young man was completely naked. John wasn't sure how hungry he could be with the amount of cum and beer he had swallowed, but some solid food and coffee would help sober him up.

Tom walked up to the counter where a cheerful young girl waited on him to order. He was blushing in embarrassment, his cock poking against the heavy coat in urgent need of release. He waited as his order was put together. Standing as close to the counter as possible to hide the actions of his excited cock from a table of teenagers who glanced his way. As he waited, Tom realized that standing almost naked in front of everyone there and them not knowing was so exciting to him. He didn't know what was happening to him. He'd been powerd to submit to John to save himself from going to primister. He'd been paraded in public with only a coat separating his nakedness from their view. He had been used by more men than he remembered in the bar. He had hated homos all his life and yet, he found himself being hard all evenng while doing the very things he had always considered as being nasty and immoral. It dawned on him that his life had been taken away from him and he was now totally owned by Mr. Saxman. It was like he had become a little boy and Mr. Saxman could do anything he wanted to him. Why was that thought making his hard cock jerk as more red raced through his veins. Stuffing the change into his pocket and grabbing the bag, he hurried outside to Mr. Saxman's car.

As they pulled out of the parking lot, Tom was told to take off the coat and pant cuffs and lay them between them. "You may beging eating Tom," Saxman said, as he headed for Tom's apartment. Although having swallowed a good amount of cum, the smell of food caused Tom to quickly devour the hamburger and fries he had bought and he sat quietly sipping the hot coffee, shaking as he became embarrassed again at sitting naked in the car beside his boss. As the car entered his neighborhood area, John reached under the seat and withdrew a narrow short collar and leash and threw it on Tom's lap.

"Fasten it tightly around your balls," he ordered. "Quickly," he added, as he turned on the dome light.

Tom complied with the instructions as they drove up to his apartment building.Reaching into the glove box, John took out Tom's apartment keys, got out and went around and opened the passenger side car door. Taking the leash from Tom, He pulled the naked boy up the stairs to his apartment. John figured that at 4:am, no one would be awake to see the strange sight of a naked man.

Once inside the apartment, John put the leash into Tom's mouth and told him to hold it for him. "I want you to pack your suitcases' with everything you will need for 3 or 4 days of work, all your toiletries, razors and shaving cream. Bring all your financial and permisteral papers with you too. Quickly boy, move."

That feeling of power swept over John as he watched the naked boy with the leash in his teeth running back and forth, gathering the items he needed. John unpluuged tom's computer and monitor and carried them out to his car. Looking through drawers, he sacked up letters of correspondence from Tom's family and friends, along with bank records and bills and took them out also. When tom carried out his suit cases and dress clothes into the living room, John helped him cart them out to his car before returning to lock up the apartment.

With Tom still holding the leash in his mouth, John played with his new plaything's cock, while gently but firmly explaining his new life to him. Opening his own fly and taking his cock out, He gently pulled Tom's head down to it and felt it slide effortlessly into his mouth.

"Boy, I'm sorry you find yourself in this position. I don't know if your guilty or not yet, but until I find out, you will obey me without question. If I find out you're inocent, I will recomment the company promote you and transfer you to another city with a hefty raise in pay. The silver lining for you is that if you are found to be guilty, I have decided to give you the option of becoming my live in slave and not going to primister. You may not know what they do with pretty looking young boys like yourself in primister. I have a movie at home I'll let you watch. It'll give you a look into the reality of the situation. Depending on where they place you in the primister system, you will become the fucking property of the most violent gang in there. They may be black, latino or white, but they'll use you for their pleasure 24 hours a day. They may knock your teeth out first to prevent any biting. Probably put you in the hospital for a couple of weeks with broken arms so that when you're released back into the general population, you'll not be able to offer even the slightest resistance to being used as a cum recepticle.

John was almost home with his very submissive fuck toy. He could feel the boy shaking in fear as he slowly sucked on his benefactor's cock. He could feel his tears dripping onto his crotch.

Tom was indeed shaking with fear as he heard the words describing how his primister life would go. Along with everyone else knowing what he had been accused of, there seemed no way out except by obeying his boss and trusting that he would be found inocent and being promoted and transferred to another city where he could forget all about this nightmare and go on with his life. He could not comprehend why that sucking on the male member in his mouth was providing him comfort and peace even though he was in the middle of a horrific storm that was shattering his mind, but he knew he was grateful to his boss for providing it to him. Tom was confident this would soon be over and he would be exonerated and free.

John pushed the automatic garage door opener and eased the car inside. Pulling Tom up by his hair, he told him to begin gathering everything up and bring them into the house.

"Bring them into my office boy", he said, giving Tom a gentle swat on his naked ass as he brushed by him and entered the office area. Tom found himself in a large room dominated by a large desk and book shelves. Several soft looking chairs and recliners, Huge flat tv monitor that must have been 5 ft by 4 ft, and a computer along with lamps, small tables beside the chairs made up the contents of the room. "Put them behind my desk boy, and then go get the rest of the stuff, then you can watch the movie while I shower," He said as he slipped into the adjoining bathroom.

Tom made several trips before he had everything stacked in the office. Not seeing Mr. Saxman, he sat down and was immediately transfixed by the scene on the huge tv screen. There was a very good looking boy being processed into an obviouse primister. You could see he was frightened as he was being led naked to his cell. Inmates were screaming at him and making lewd gestures as he passed by their cells. Finally, they stopped and the guard unlocked a cell door and pushed him in, locked the door and walked away.

Tom sat in the chair watching the movie Mr. Saxman had put in the vcr. A young good looking man was obviously just entering primister and had been pushed into a cell containing three other older rough looking men. After the guard had walked away the two biggest men began arguing and shoving each other arguing who was going to be first. Finally, they cut a deck of cards for high card and the winner smiled broadly as he snapped his finger at the young man indicating that he should come forward.

"Fuck you man, the young man said as he walked over to the bunks and threw his primister issue onto the mattress. The big man casually walked over to him and put his arm over his shoulder in a friendly manner. His other arm pumped his fist into the younger's stomach bending him over as he gasped for breath. A knee came up into his face smashing his nose. A strong hand grasped him by the hair on his head and pushed him down to the floor.

Through eyes, clouded by his tears and the taste of red on his lips and tongue from his nose red, he saw the slit in the big man's shorts part and the bulbous head of a cock extending itself in search of his prey. The hand tightening its grip on his hair, holding him from falling over,pulled his head closer to the monster bobbing up and down before him.

The mans voice telling him what his full time job would be from now on. "Your name is now cocksucker. Your job is to suck cock. You have no place to hide or run. You're now in my world now and if you complain to the the guards, they will let me know. They gave you to me to use for sexual release in return for me keeping order in this jail and making their job easier for them. You will be beaten every day until you accept your position here and you will be used every day regardless if you object or now. Now, open your mouth and show my cock how eager you are to please it. I want your lips and tongue to make love to it like your life depended on it."

Tom watched as the cock was taken by the young man's mouth. Tears and red bathed the man's staff as his mouth worked on the cock in his mouth. As he watched, he was unaware of his own cock hardening or his hand which had reached to comfort it.

Coming out of the bathroom and his shower, Saxman walked naked into the office. Tom turned his attention to his boss who surprised tom with a back hand slap across his face. "Off the furniture boy," he snapped, "And get those things off. You're not allowed to wear clothing in the house."

Saxman sat naked in his office chair, looking through correspondence letters of Toms' from his family and friends. He had sent Tom to shower and clean up the bathroom. A couple of letters from a Janet reffered to a couple of dates they had had recently and how much fun she had. It was evident she liked him and was wanting to continue the relationship and even so much as promising he could stay overnight with her the next time they go out. Saxman thought he could use that relationship to strengthen his hold on the fuck toy.

When Tom returned to the office, Saxman indicated he should come around the desk and stand before him. He had instructed Tom to shave off all hair from his body including his arms and underarms. Only Tom's hair on his head remained. Saxman took Toms balls in his hand and examined them for any missed hair, then ran his hand underneath to his ass. After examining his arms and legs, he told the embarrassed young man he had done a good job. Pulling down on Tom's penis, he guided him to his knees.

Inserting his cock into Tom's mouth, Saxman began petting his fuck toy like a dog while he began the indoctrination that would guide Tom through his new life as his sexual slave. He knew Tom's timidity and youth would allow him to continue to bully and intimidate him into surrendering his masculinity and turn him into an obedient sexual deviant. He would continue to hold out Tom's expectant exoneration and freedom on a stick in front of him while leading him down a long road of degradation and offense which Tom would be unable to return from.

Saxman laid his legs over Tom's shoulders while he read through letters from his lady. "Tom," He said, "
I see your man has not been well. When did you last speak to him?" Tom pulled his mouth back from the semi hard cock to answer but was roughly pulled forward again, the cock hitting the back of his throat. "It's not necessary to remove your mouth from it's duty to answer my questions, continue your work and answer the best you can." He heard Tom mumble that he had talked to his dad last week.

Taking his legs from Tom's shoulders, he told the boy to run get him a cold beer from the fridge. Tom pulled off his master's cock and slowly got to his feet. Strong hands grabbed him, throwing him down over Saxman's lap.

Tom felt the strong hand raining hard slaps down on his ass cheeks. The stinging blows were sending burning sensations coursing through his tender ass. He tried wiggling away from the punishment but a strong arm was holding him securely. Saxman was yelling at him as he was spanking the boy's tender ass. "When I tell you to run and get me a beer, You had better get your ass up quickly and run as fast as can." "Unless you want me to just call the police and have them take you away to primister, you will obey me completely without hesitation." "Do you understand me boy? Tom cried out that he understood, the tears running down his face.

Saxman shoved Tom off onto the floor. Tom jumped up quickly, running to the kitchen for the beer as Saxman grinned widely at the red ass dissappearing around the corner into the hallway. 15 seconds later, Tom raced back into the office with the beer in his hand. Holding it out to Saxman, He was told to open the beer for him before handing it to him. Sipping on the beer, Saxman snapped his fingers, pointing to his cock which was hard. Tom dropped quickly to his knees and lowered his mouth to the waiting cock.

John was quite pleased with his slave's response. He was reacting exactly as he had originally anticipated. From the beginning, he had thought that vulgarly assaulting him would shock and stun him, rendering any rational and thoughtful defense against him impossible for the boy to mount.

While Tom was nursing on his cock, John calmly explained to the boy how he was now expected to behave. "Whenever you enter the house, You will immediately take all clothes off and put them away. You are to be on all fours at all times, unless it is necessary for you to stand to cook, serve, do laundry and housework and go to the bathroom. When ever you see my cock, you will immediately attempt to take it into your mouth, no matter what position I am in. If I don't want you to, I will lightly slap you away from it. If you are behind me, you will always put your nose in my ass crack and begin licking as long as it is available to you. A favorite passtime of yours will be to lick and suck on my toes and feet when available, or my shoes when I am wearing them. My shoes will be be kept spotless and must shine at all times. You will constantly think ahead and anticipate what I need done to my body and my house. If you fail to keep me happy, I will discipline you in various ways. If you wish to speak to me at any time, you will lick my hand until I give you permission. I want you to nod your head if you understand and agree to my rules boy."

Tom's head nodded as he tenderly mouthed the large crowned cockhead. He felt Saxman pushing with his stomach muscles and knew instantly what his next offense would be. He stopped using his tongue and readied himself. A spurt of warm urine hit the roof of his mouth and he quickly swallowed the acrid fluid. As the piss entered his mouth in more short spurts, his eyes looked up at his boss and saw him smiling broadly back at him. He heard him say that he was allowed to play with himself for a few minutes. His hand went quickly to his own cock and as he felt that glorious feeling of it in his hand, he realised that it was rock hard and that far from feeling used and trapped, he was experiencing a feeling that he had never felt before. Saxman was talking to him in a soft voice. Words were entering his aroused brain and were being taken in eagerly and rewarding his entire body with pleasure sensations.

"You belong to me now Tommy boy. You were always meant to be cocksucking whore. Your feeble attempt at stealing from the company has put you into my hands. But now, you see that takeing my piss and sucking cum from cocks is what you have been searching for all your life. Now, you are finally doing what you were meant for. Now, you don't have to worry about anything ever again. Your secrets are safe because I will protect you. You're my cocksucker and you're a very good cocksucker. I've taken quite a liking to you and if the police want to take you to primister, I will tell them that I have decided not to press charges as long as you obey me totally. Does that make you a happy little cocksucker Tommy?"

Tom listened to the intoxicating words that were filling his mind and he nodded his head up and down as his tongue and lips serviced the organ in his mouth. Suddenly, all his fears and problems had disappeared through the generosity of his boss. His parents and friends were not going to know what he had been accused of. He had been saved. This man, whose cock he was sucking, liked him and was going to protect him from the primister inmates who were going to fuck him and beat him for years. He groaned in lust as his own cock shot ropes of cum onto the lush carpet as Saxmans cock began pumping his white creamy load into Tom's mouth. Saxman's groans mixed with Tom's were the only sounds in the room. An unblinking video recorder silently capturing the entire scene.

Putting his legs over Tom's shoulders again, John closed his eyes, still feeling the lips wrapped around his cock and the hot breath blowing out of Tom's nose onto his cock. They were both returning to normal breathing now. "Clean me up real good and then blow on my cock and balls until they're dry boy," he said.

As Tom blew dry his cock, John began organizing his plans in his head. He would hire movers to clean out Tom's apartment and put his things in storage. He would have Tom sign over his car to him and advertise it for sale. He would have to decide what to do about the boy's credit history. Would it be best to destroy his credit rating by maxing out his credit cards and having him financially destitute or leave it alone?

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Carla was a very beautiful 5'9" 38, year old blond woman, very busty with full curves and shapely ass. It was easy to see why she was a swinger. Her husband would have to beat off all the men who lusted for her charms, but he is a willing cuckold who enjoys seeing her having sex with other men and being humiliated by her and her lovers.

As I figured, she wanted to know what I thought about James, and what I thought about him sexually. I described the details of what happened last weekend and she asked if I had plans on seeing him again? I told her I wanted to see him again and experience his big black cock again, but if I did, he would place stipulations on our future meetings. "What stipulations?" She asked. I told her that I would have to agree to be his woman, his slut. I was to be available to him and his friends sexually, as he wanted. I told her how much I wanted him, but that I was worried and scared of what it would do to my marriage to David.

Carla told me that when we started swinging at the singles parties, that David had told her, that he enjoyed watching me have sex with other men, as much and more than he did having sex with her, and that his cock was harder and his ejaculations were stronger.

"I think David wants to be cuckolded, and that's what I wanted to talk to you about among other things. Sex with the same partner can become benign, and sometimes taboo sex or an alternative lifestyle becomes more desirable. Watching someone having sex is more enjoyable than having sex with them yourself. You can enjoy all the sex with James and others, and have David also and nobody suffers." She said.

She continued saying. "We have another very special club here, that nobody knows about, except the members, and we believe that you would like to be a member also, seeing that you like having sex with James so much. The other male and female members have already voted you in, and all you have to do is say, "YES!"

"What kind of club is it? I'll want to know all about it, before I could say yes to anything." I said.

"Some call it Cuckold Night and others call it Zebra night. It's a group of 10 attractive married women and 13 handsome and endowed black men who enjoy interracial sex and the women's husbands are willing or reluctant cuckold's. We meet once a month like the other parties, but unlike the other parties all members must participate in on premises sex. This is for the husbands benefit, so that they can see their slut wives having sex with superior black men, and the wives can enjoy two or three black lovers at a time. All members are tested for STD's every three months, and all the black guys are hung 9 to 13 inches. You are not permitted to leave until all of the men who wish to have sex with you do so. No S&M, B&D, or filth is allowed. It may sound like extreme or exhausting sex, but it's really a sexual high for the women, and you'll hardly be able to wait for the next party to do it again. The reluctant cuckolds are required to be in the same room when their wives are having sex, and that's all. The willing cuckolds will do a variety of things, to do any humiliating duty such as clean their cunts of their black lovers cum, insert their lovers cocks into their pussies or lick their black dicks clean of cum, serve them takes, etc. I'm sure that when David comes home, he will be a willing cuckold also." She said.

"I'm not so sure." I said. "David is kind of a macho type guy."

"Honey", Carla said. "Several of the husbands in the group, act or look macho, but they're actually willing cuckolds, and very much into the cuckold role, being submissive to their wife's or her lovers commands." "Look." She said. "You have got a year before he comes back home, you can feed him bits of information about your sexual activities, and if he asks for more details, photos, web cam or encourages you to continue, you'll know that he's really a closet cuckold. "Besides, think of all the great sex you'll be getting from those big black cocks. Nobody will ever fuck you better than a black stud."

"Yea, James has proved that to me." I said. "I know I want him again, or else I wouldn't have fucked my ass with that butt plug and dildo that I bought, so that I could get use to his big cock back there."

"You're hooked on black cock, that's for sure, and we have the best looking black guys with the biggest cocks in the area to give you better sex than you have ever had before." She said.

"But a guy that's attractive to you, may not be attractive to me, and I would want some choice in who's going to fuck me." I said.

"I got that covered." She said. "I made a introduction video prior to our last slut wife joining, showing our current members introducing themselves and some of the party action. Let me show it to you, its already loaded in the DVD player."

The video started with a facial close-up and then panned out for a full frontal nude view of each of the members (black guys, women and cuckolds) stating their name, height, weight, (cock size flaccid and erect), or measurements and why they became members. (James was in the line-up.) The black studs were all handsome and extremely well endowed and the women were all beautiful, and nothing like the slut or whore you would assume to be attracted to interracial sex. After all the introductions were made, the studs and sluts formed two lines facing each other. Each man was given a small box with his name on it. It would contain the names of women that he had not drawn at previous parties. This would ensure that each man had sex with all the women at least once during the year. After a guy selected a name from the box, Carla would take it, call out the woman's name that he would be matched with, and tear up the piece of paper and collect the box from him for the next party. The man would then take the woman to a mat on the floor, and she would be his slut until he had an ejaculation. After that, he and she would be free to select a different partner.

The scene changed to an orgy already in progress. The women were kissing, sucking, being fucked anally and vaginally, by their black Adonis's all while their cuckold husbands looked on, stroking their sexually inadequate penises. Each of the women seemed to be in various states of ecstasy, and none showing signs of pain or discomfort. The camera zoomed in on several wives giving and getting sexual pleasure inches away from their cuckold husbands faces, taunting them with comments about their black lovers ability to pleasure them. Each time the camera caught James in the scene, I became jealous, and told I Carla how I felt.

Carla said. "James isn't seeing any of the wives on a regular basis, so if you agree to become his slut, you'll be his prime piece of meat, and can have his big cock on a regular basis. I'm having a little gathering this Saturday at my house with two of the wives and their husbands and two new black studs. You and James can come also. It will be a little preview of what to expect at our regular party."

"I'm so horny already. I guess I'm ready to agree to be James's slut. After experiencing and learning so much about interracial sex these past few days, I can't imagine going on with my life without it. If David would be a willing cuckold to this lifestyle, then everything would be ok. If not, what then?" I said.

"That's twelve months away, but you can get a feel for his leanings by writing letters and e-mails, something he can read over and over again. Let his imagination work on visualizing you getting fucked only by black men while he's away, and what to expect once he comes home. When the time is right, send some pictures and videos of you getting sexually pleasured by only black men." Carla said.

"If you decide to join our Cuckold Club, there are two steps in the induction that you must complete first. First is a pledge of fidelity towards your soon to be black masters. This can be our own form statement or your own statement, saying that you prefer having sex with men of the black race to men of other races, including your husband. That you can only be sexually satisfied by black men because of their larger cock size, staying power, sexual potency, and greater volume of cum. That your black lovers sexual pleasure and yours will always come before that of your husband's, ok?" Carla said.

"Ok." I said.

"Second, is the form of initiation. You must choose if you want to be initiated into the club as a Slut Queen or a Slut Princess. Currently there are three Slut Queens. Myself and two other wives. A Slut Queen can pick which of the black masters she wants to have sex with, and a Slut Princess will have her master picked for her based on who she hasn't had recently. If you choose to be a Slut Queen, a special party will be scheduled with all the members invited to be witnesses. You will take on all 13 of the Black Masters orally, vaginally, and anally until you have had all their big black cocks in all 3 holes. You will start out 9" of our smallest member, and work up to 13" of our largest member. So don't forget to take your birth control pills. Seeing that David won't be present to witness it, we'll videotape the events and play it for him at the first party that he attends. So there you have it, what do you think?"

"What do I think?" I thought to myself. James, Carla and maybe even my husband David, wanted me to be a slut for black men. I did crave James's black cock, even now, but would I willing give myself to any black man that wanted me, would I want only black man's big cock for sex from now on. I knew I wanted it, to belong to this elite club of other women who worshiped black cocks as the ultimate in sexual pleasure, but could I demean my husband to the status of cuckold. Maybe when he came home, I could revert back to that of loving wife, and having occasional sex with other single swingers like before.

"I'll need a couple of days to think it over." I said. "Although my decision will probably to join the club. If a beautiful woman like yourself, who could have any man she looked at, prefers to have sex with black men, then I trust black men must be the ultimate sex partner."

"Great." Carla said, "The next party is two weeks from Saturday, and if you decide to become a slut queen, that gives me plenty of time to invite everyone for your initiation."

"I feel like I'm wound up tighter than a clock. I'm nervous, excited and high about all this that I feel I'll never come down. I'm going to have to stop by the gym, before I go home to unwind." I said.

"Ok, call me if any questions come up." Carla said.

I spent almost two hours at the gym working out, before I went home, and I felt a lot better. My mind seemed a lot clearer now. I had forgotten all about the butt plug in my ass, until I used the bathroom. I pulled it out, and would put it back in after a couple of hours, to see how it feels then. David had called, and left a message on the answering machine. I pulled out my cell phone and noticed the battery was dead. I hooked it up to the charger and listened to David's message. He had some free time and decided to give me a call. I thought about what I would say if he asked me anything about my sexual activities. I mentally prepared answers (fact and fictional) I would say in response to his questions.

"Hi honey, I was at Carla's house and then I went to the gym, my cell phone battery was dead, miss me already?"

"I'm just checking up on you. Any guy who knows I'm not there with you will probably be hitting on you by now." He said.

"Well, if they are, you expect me to tell you, and have you go ballistic on me. I'm smart enough to keep my mouth shut, if I open my legs for anyone!" I said.

"Oh yeah. What were you doing at Carla's house? Were you making plans for the week end?" David said.

"As a matter of fact, yes. You still don't mind me having a black cock this week end?" I said.

"I told you it was ok, just send me some photos and videos." He said.

"Carla said he is one of the best fucks she has ever had, and that his cock is huge. Won't you get jealous?" I said.

"If you still love me, and its just sex, I won't get jealous." He said.

"Send me a e-mail saying that so I have your approval in writing. I don't want you saying I cuckolded you while you were away." I said.

"Ok. I'll send it out today." He said. "You call me after he leaves, no matter what the time, and tell me the details."

"If he's as big and as good as she says I may not ever let him leave." I said.

"Yeah, I'll have to re-think this over some more............just kidding, have fun." He said.

After that, we just talked about work, bills and family and said goodbye.

I then signed-on to an interracial web site, and signed in to a chat room using Hotmom Barb as my username. Immediately, I was hit on by five black guys asking all different kinds of questions. I ignored them for the time being, and scanned the members list for married women and husbands. I wanted to get their views on interracial sex.

I chatted with a husband who wanted to be cuckolded by his wife, and have her take a black lover.

I also talked with two wives, one who openly dated black men with her husband's permission, and one who was having an affair with her black boss, without her husband's knowledge. They both fervently acknowledged that sex with black men was definitely better than with white men.

I then read two stories written by cuckold husbands, who enjoyed their role as cuckold, and enjoyed watching their wife's having sex with their "Sexually superior black lovers" and the offense that they endured from both the wife and her black lover.

After talking to David and the sex talk and stories on the web, I needed some sexual release and decided to call James. Although he said to call on Friday, I needed to talk to him and hear his voice, and to tell him something that was very important to us both.

Mes deux amants turcs


Je m’appelle Claire, j’ai 28 ans et je suis mariée depuis 5 ans à Paul, 32 ans.
Je suis quelqu’un qui a un gros caractère avec un homme qui est d’une gentillesse mais aussi malheureusement d’une faiblesse qui parfois m’exaspère.
C’est parait –il idéal pour l’équilibre d’un couple, mais au bout de plusieurs années, je trouvais notre relation de plus en plus fade.
Je commençais peu à peu à fantasmer sur une relation un peu plus physique avec un homme un peu plus directif, voir dans mes gros délires avec plusieurs hommes.
Cela m’a permis pendant plusieurs mois de retrouver le plaisir perdu dans les rapports que j’avais avec mon mari, mais au fil du temps cela ne me suffisait plus.
Le changement est intervenu après une soirée et une dispute ou je reprochais pour la énième fois à Paul de s’être encore une fois laissé humilié par plusieurs de ses soi disant amis.
Hors de moi, je lui disais même que je pourrais me faire violer qu’il ne remuerait pas un sourcil, et à ce moment je lui demandais de me laisser descendre de voiture.
J’ai commencé à marcher à grandes enjambés, réalisant au fil des pas que je n’étais pas franchement dans un quartier où il faisait bon se promener en talon haut et mini jupe à 2 heures du matin.
Paul m’a rejoint avec la voiture 300 mètres plus loin, mais le mal était fait, je mouillais comme une folle.
Ce soir là, je suis remonté dans la voiture, mais en ne pensant plus qu’à une chose, retrouver cette sensation.
C’est le hasard qui a précipité les choses, alors que je sortais du supermarché, un homme s’est approché de moi pour me faire signer une pétition dont je n’avais rien à faire.
Il était insistant et je n’arrivais pas à en placer une, ce qui est assez rare pour moi.
Alors que je commençais à décharger mon caddie dans le coffre, il était collé derrière moi avec sa planchette posée sur le bord de la voiture et ce simple contact m’a fait frismisterner.
Je ne sais pas si c’est mon comportement ou mon absence de réaction, mais ce mec m’avait littéralement mis la main aux fesses, sans que même l’idée de lui mettre mes 5 doigts en travers de la figure ne me traverse l’esprit.
Il m’a carrément demandé si je voulais baiser et moi contre toute attente, je lui répondais que oui.
Il est monté dans la voiture et l’on est allé se garer dans un parking souterrain un peu plus loin et là il m’a fait ma fête comme il disait.
Cela devait faire 10 ans que je n’avais pas fait l’amour dans une voiture et malgré l’absence de confort de ma clio et l’inexistence totale de préliminaire, j’ai pris un pied énorme et bruyant en moins de 5 minutes.
« Toi ma salope, tu as du passer un sacré moment sans te faire ramoner pour gueuler comme ça ».
Permisterne ne m’avait jamais parlé comme ça et bizarrement, j’appréciais.
Il est sorti de la voiture et a griffonné un numéro de téléphone sur une serviette en papier en me disant que si je voulais remettre le couvert, je n’avais qu’à l’appeler.
Je suis restée de longues minutes abasourdie avant de reprendre mes esprits, d’essuyer avec mon slip encore enroulé autour du frein à main, le sperme qui s’écoulait de mon sexe.
Je l’ai glissé dans mon sac et je suis reparti, jetant par la fenêtre le bout de papier griffonné qui trainait sur le siège passager.
Et tout à coup, c’est la panique qui s’est emparé de moi, j’avais eu un rapport non protégé avec un parfait inconnu.
Je suis rentré chez moi pour me laver et une heure après, je courrais chez mon médecin, qui m’a prescrit une pommade antiseptique et une ordonnance pour passer un test hiv.
Je n’ai presque pas dormi pendant 3 jours avant la délivrance d’un test négatif.
J’ai évité le supermarché pendant plusieurs semaines, mais plus le temps passait, plus mon ventre me tiraillait.
Je me masturbais 3 à 4 fois par jour en repensant à cette étreinte, ça devenait une obsession insupportable.
Je me suis ravitaillé en préservatif et j’ai finalement décidé de retourner faire les courses à mon magasin habituel.
Je ne l’ai pas revu pendant plusieurs jours et finalement alors que je commençais à perdre espoir de le revoir, il est réapparu en frappant à la fenêtre de la voiture.
D’abord effrayé, je baissais la vitre pour m’entendre dire : » alors ma belle, encore le cul en feu ».
Je fus incapable de lui répondre, mais je lui montrais les capotes que j’avais dans le sac.
Il est monté et a décidé de m’emmener chez lui, un petit appartement miteux au huitième étage d’une tour d’un quartier pas trop bien fréquenté.
Il m’a demandé de me déshabillé et de venir le sucer.
Malgré l’odeur d’urine, je l’ai vite embouché et je lui tétais la queue comme si elle était la meilleure des friandises.
Quand il s’est lui aussi déshabillé, je découvrais un homme plutôt musclé et très velu, chose qui jusqu’alors m’avais toujours déplu.
Mais aujourd’hui, je m’en moquais, j’étais juste une femelle qui attendait la saillie et le reste m’importait peu.
Il a enfilé le préservatif, m’a fait mettre à 4 pattes avant de me perforer le sexe.
A chacun de ses mouvements, je couinais de façon indécente et lui me rentrait un doigt dans le cul.
Permisterne ne m’avait encore traité comme ça, et pourtant je jouissais comme une folle.
Alors que j’étais complètement à l’ouest il a, sans me prévenir, investit mon cul.
J’avais déjà pratiqué la sodomie, mais jamais de cette façon, j’en avais le souffle coupé.
C’était au début très douloureux et pour me soulager un peu, je me caressais le clitoris et j’ai eu mon premier orgasme anal et là c’est moi qui l’encourageais avec des mots que je ne me croyais pas capable de prononcer.
« Va y défonce moi bien, éclate moi mon cul de salope, c’est trop bon ».
Je me suis écroulé en même temps que lui et je sentais mister membre se ramollir et mon anus palpiter de bonheur.
Il s’est débarrassé du morceau de latex et a approché sa queue toute gluante de ma bouche.
D’ordinaire cela m’aurait donné envie de vomir, car j’avais toujours refusé d’avaler le sperme de mon mari ou celui de mes autres amants du passé.
Mais là je le nettoyais comme s’il était couvert de miel et je passais même mes doigts sur ma bouche pour ne pas en perdre une goutte.
Je suis resté allongée sur le lit en me caressant de façon impudique pour la première fois devant un homme, mais lui apparemment rassasié ne me prêtait plus aucune attention.
Il m’a demandé de me rhabiller et de partir car il attendait quelqu’un et que si je voulais remettre ça, il serait chez lui vendredi soir.
Il ne m’a même pas raccompagné et c’est la mine toute défaite que j’ai repris l’ascenseur et que je suis partie.
Les talons hauts et le cul en bouillie, ma démarche n’est pas passé inaperçue sur le parking.
Je me suis faite câline le soir, espérant ainsi avoir un rapport tendre et normal avec mon mari, mais il était soi disant trop fatigué et préoccupé par des soucis de boulot.
J’étais désorienté, je ne savais plus ce que je devais faire et bien que je sache que ce que j’avais fait été mal, je ne pensais qu’à recommencer.
J’inventais un prétexte bidon pour le vendredi afin de me rendre au rendez vous chez Hussein, car c’est mister prénom.
Je fus surprise de trouver porte close avec permisterne à l’intérieur, et c’est un voisin qui me dit qu’il allait bientôt rentrer et que je pouvais l’attendre chez lui si je voulais.
Il avait l’air gentil et pas trop mal alors pourquoi pas.
Il m’a offert un thé et m’a rapidement demandé si j’étais la femme bruyante qu’il avait entendu il y a 3 jours.
Je suis devenu morte de honte, mais lui simplement répondre que c’était plus drôle que le mister trop fort de la télé ou de la radio des voisins.
C’est idiot, mais de me dire cela, m’a remis plutôt à l’aise et j’eus le culot de lui demander si lui aussi saurait me faire chanter comme ça.
« Tu n’as pas froid aux yeux toi au moins, mais je veux bien tenter ma chance ».
Joignant le geste à la parole, j’ai relevé ma jupe pour lui montrer que je n’avais rien dessous et je jetais plusieurs capotes sur la table.
Il a ouvert mister pantalon pour laisser sortir un sexe long, épais et tordu.
Je n’en n’avais encore jamais vu un comme ça et je peux vous dire que ça n’a rien de désagréable.
Je l’ai sucé, mais il est venu presque aussitôt, ce qui aurait pu être décevant sauf que ça ne l’a même pas fait débander.
Il a vite enfilé mister capuchon et j’ai levé une jambe pour qu’il me prenne comme ça debout.
C’est rentré comme dans du beurre, mais la position ne lui plaisait apparemment pas, car il m’a assise sur le bord de la table pour commencer à me labourer le ventre.
Et là c’est plutôt drôle, mais mister engin allait bien dans les coins pour me faire vite décoller.
Je n’en revenais pas moi-même de réagir comme ça au quart de tour et alors que j’avais les yeux fermés pour apprécier pleinement mon plaisir je l’entendis parler et dire : » tu avais raimister Hussein, cette nana elle est super chaude et on ne sera pas trop de 2 pour lui donner sa dose »
Merde, qu’est ce que j’allais faire, j’étais embroché sur la table pendant qu’un autre baissait mister pantalon à coté.
Après tout pourquoi ne pas essayer, je ne serais pas la première à tenter une nouvelle expérience et de toute façon, je n’avais pas fini d’y réfléchir que déjà il me présentait sa queue à la bouche.
C’a fait une sensation bizarre au début, mais quand la machine est déjà bien chauffé, ça passe tout seul.
Sucer un homme en se faisant prendre par un autre, sentir 4 mains sur mister corps, ce n’est plus du plaisir, c’est du délire.
Je crois même qu’entres eux, ils s’entrainent mutuellement, car c’est la première fois que l’on me prenait aussi fort et aussi longtemps.
Ils ont chacun éjaculé 3 fois, dont 2 dans ma bouche et même si une double pénétration n’est pas de toute première douceur, quand la douleur s’estompe, ça n’est que du bonheur.
Deux heures comme ça c’est éreintant, mais c’est comme tout, avec un peu d’entrainement, ça devient une formalité.
Et question entrainement, à concurrence de 2 fois pas semaine pendant 2 mois, j’ai perdu 4 kilos et la totalité de mes inhibitions.
Peu à peu, ils ont pris progressivement l’ascendant sur moi pour mon plus grand plaisir et je ne leur refusais rien.
A leur demande, je portais des tenues de plus en plus osées, du string au porte jarretelle en passant par les cuissardes, et quand je franchissais le hall de l’immeuble, j’étais l’attraction qu’il fallait voir passer.
Et malgré la tendance du quartier, permisterne n’était ni agressif ni désagréable avec moi, car je pense que mes 2 amants étaient plutôt respectés dans les lieux.
Aujourd’hui, même si cela peut ne pas paraître conventionnel, j’ai une sexualité épanouie et accepté.
Je ne leur ai imposé que 2 conditions, la discrétion pour mon couple et jamais de rapport sans protection, pour le reste, je vous le raconterai plus tard.

Au fil des jours, malgré le fait que je prenais toujours beaucoup de plaisir, mes 2 amants commençaient à me traiter avec beaucoup plus de gentillesse et de respect, voir à en devenir possessif.
J’ai donc décidé de rester 2 semaines sans venir les voir, pour tenter de leur faire comprendre que je ne voulais pas tomber dans une routine comme avec mon mari.
Ce qui me décida à y retourner partit d’un évènement décevant à la maimister.
Un soir pour faire plaisir à mon mari, je lui avais préparé le grand jeu, repas de chez le traiteur, belle table avec les bougies et pour le dessert, moi dans une tenue plus que sexy.
Pour le repas, on a adoré tous les deux, pour le reste, si je fais impasse sur les 10 minutes de préliminaire, c’est trente secondes et puis plus rien.
Décidément, malgré tout l’amour que j’ai pour lui, il est frustrant pour moi au lit.
Je suis donc retourné voir mes 2 amants turcs qui eux n’ont aucune idée de ce qu’est un préliminaire, mais qui pour le reste, assurent autrement.
Ce n’est pas ce que j’appellerai faire l’amour, c’est juste une bonne partie de baise où chacun est là pour simplement prendre mister pied.
Et eux me baisent comme des morts de faim, m’investissant les orifices selon leur bon vouloir et sans chercher à savoir si je suis d’accord.
Il faut admettre qu’avec les cris qu’ils obtiennent de moi, il est évident que j’aime ça.
Ils mistert par contre partagés entre 2 sentiments, leur volonté de me garder pour eux seul, et la frustration de ne plus arriver à m’épuiser comme ils le faisaient au début.
Expérience et endurance, ont commencé à donner des résultats.
Hussein et Khaled se mistert enfin décidés à faire intervenir un troisième convive à nos sauteries.
Plusieurs fois de suite, pendant que l’on baisait, on venait frapper à la porte.
J’entendais parler, mais permisterne n’entrait sauf une fois.
Il s’appelle Serge, c’est un camerounais immense, laid comme un pou, mais monté comme un âne.
D’ailleurs, la première fois qu’il est venu, je n’ai pu que le sucer car les capotes étaient trop petites.
Il ne doit pas baiser souvent, car lui quand il éjacule, c’est du yogourt, et il t’en met partout.
A trois ils ont enfin repris le dessus, et même si je dois prendre quelques précautions avant de m’embrocher sur Serge, quand ils s’agitent tous ensemble, c’est ravageur pendant une bonne heure avant de devenir ensuite seulement agréable.
Comme Serge habite dans un foyer, en plus de me traiter de tous les noms comme ils le faisaient depuis le début, à chaque fois ils m’excitent maintenant en me faisant rêver de me faire baiser par tous ces mecs en manque de femme.
Et ça marche, je couine comme une truie comme ils disent, quand ils me parlent ainsi et c’est le moment que je préfère pour me faire enculer par la grosse queue noire de mon géant.
C’est pourtant douloureux, mais j’adore quand il me casse cul, et ce n’est pas qu’une image car après des séances comme celles là, impossible de marcher droit.
Et les 2 autres se plaignent, car quand on passe derrière lui, le passage est tellement agrandi, qu’ils ne sentent plus grand-chose.
J’ai regardé sur internet et j’ai trouvé une espèce de gode creux, qui les remettrai à égalité, mais ça n’était pas donné alors je leur en ai parlé.
L’idée les a surpris, mais leur a plu, et pour l’argent, ils m’ont simplement annoncé que je n’aurais que quelques pipes à faire un soir.
La réponse m’a tout d’abord choqué, je n’étais pas une putain quand même.
Ils se mistert moqués de moi en me disant que je pourrais sucer 15 mecs gratuitement, et que je jouais les pucelles s’ils donnaient un petit billet pour me remercier.
Présenté comme ça, je me suis senti idiote et finalement, et pourquoi ne pas accepter un petit remerciement après tout.
La semaine d’après, Hussein et Khaled m’ont emmené dans leur voiture sur un chantier où ils travaillaient.
Dans une espèce de mobil home, il y avait 6 ou 7 ouvriers à qui ils proposèrent que je leur fasse une pipe pour 10 euros.
Seul 5 d’entre eux ont accepté et à par pour un d’entre eux, l’affaire fut entendu très vite car une demi heure après on était reparti et j’en étais presque déçu.
J’avais recueilli suffisamment d’argent pour ce que je voulais acheter, mais Hussein me demanda si je voulais continuer, car il connaissait un autre chantier à moins de 10 kilomètres, mais que là, ils étaient plus nombreux.
J’ai fait celle qui hésitait en leur disant que moi pendant ce temps là je ne prenais pas mon pied.
« Si il n’y a que ça, on peux te baiser pendant que tu les suces ».
La réponse était idiote, mais j’ai accepté.
Un quart d’heure plus tard, on est entré sur un autre chantier où là, ils étaient 14 et tous volontaires.
Cela s’est bien passé, mais à un moment j’ai eu un peu peur, car certains d’entre eux en auraient bien voulu plus, mais mes deux amants ont su faire preuve d’autorité pour éviter que ça ne dégénère.
Ils ont gardé 50 euros pour allé acheter le gode, et m’ont donné le reste pour que je puisse m’offrir ce que je voulais.
L’attention m’a vraiment plu, et je ne regrettais plus du tout de l’avoir fait.
On n’a pas couché ensemble après car il était déjà tard et même si mon mari ne faisait pas preuve de grande jalousie, je ne voulais pas non plu qu’il commence à se poser trop de question, déjà que 1 à 2 fois par semaine je rentrais autour des 22 heures, il ne fallait pas en rajouter.
La séance d’après, le nouveau jouet était présent et il était bien plus impressionnant qu’en photo.
Il n’était pas vraiment plus gros que celui de Serge, mais il était plus long d’au moins 5 centimètres.
Il a d’ailleurs fallu que je m’y habitue doucement dans le ventre car il venait taper au fond de ma chatte et ça n’avait rien d’agréable, mais les 2 l’ont vite compris.
Par contre pour le cul, au début avec préparation, puis ensuite sans concession, c’était super.
Il nous a fallu quelques séances pour en tirer réellement tous les profits, mais après j’avais du mal à m’en passer, et l’équilibre macho entre mes amants était rétabli.
J’ai comme ça pris mon pied pendant plusieurs mois comme ça, au rythme d’une fois par semaine quand ils étaient 3, et de 2 fois quand ils n’étaient que 2.
Une fois ils m’ont emmené en voiture dans une espèce de petit bois, où ils m’ont baisé à l’intérieur avec le plafonnier allumé pendant que plusieurs hommes se masturbaient à l’extérieur et j’étais dans un tel état d’excitation que ce mistert eux qui m’ont empêché d’ouvrir la portière et ainsi évité le pire.
Ils m’ont bien dit qu’ils étaient d’accord pour que j’essaie avec plus d’hommes, mais ils veulent d’une part pouvoir maitriser la situation et d’autre part, quand je sois saine d’esprit, ce n’est pas forcément un fantasme que je souhaite réaliser, mais qui sait ?

Un internaute m’a suggéré de faire lire mes récits à mes amants et je trouvais l’idée plutôt excitante, ce fut en fait pire que cela.
Ils ont été à la fois flatté et vexé, de la façon dont je les décrivais, mais surtout, ils ont eu accès à une chose à laquelle je n’avais pas pensé, ce que je ressentais.
J’étais presque plus gênée de leur révéler mes sensations et mes envies, que de me faire baiser.
Je ne regrette pas pourtant de l’avoir fait et je suis même allée jusqu’à leur faire lire les innombrables mails que j’avais reçu où certains n’hésitaient pas à me faire des propositions de scénarios vraiment torride.
Ce fut finalement ce qui mit le piment qu’il manquait jusqu’alors car soyons honnête, je ne leur faisais lire que ceux qui m’excitaient vraiment, autant dire, moins de 10% de ceux que je recevais.
L’un des tous premiers scénarios qu’ils me firent réaliser, fut de les sucer en extérieur les yeux bandés.
Je pensais que l’on allait faire ça dans la campagne ou dans un bois et là je me suis bien trompé car le lieu fut le parking d’un restaurant routier.
Je ne sais pas à qui, ni combien de sexe j’ai pu sucer, mais par contre, j’ai mouillé comme une folle à le faire et je ne sais pas s’ils étaient encore tous là quand mes amants m’ont sautés dans la voiture sans m’enlever le bandeau, mais rien que d’imaginer que ça pouvait être le cas, j’ai eu un de ces orgasmes qui m’a foudroyée.
Je reconnais que ce soir là, je n’en n’ai eu qu’un, mais il m’a littéralement coupé en deux.
Ils ont remis cela une fois rentré, mais le désir n’y était plus.
C’était la première fois finalement que je faisais ça avec de vrais inconnus que je ne voyais même pas et je n’avais qu’une hâte, c’était de recommencer.
Ils m’ont baisé comme ça plusieurs fois les yeux bandés à leur appartement, mais il me manquait le frismister de l’inconnu.
Dans mes rêveries, je ne pensais plus qu’à ça, je me voyais toute nue au milieu d’inconnus lubriques, abusant de moi.
Franchir le pas est autre chose, mais cela m’obsédait de plus en plus.
Je leur ai demandé de renouveler la séance du parking, mais ils m’ont répondu qu’il fallait prendre mister temps, sinon que je n’avais qu’à y aller toute seule.
Ils m’ont fait languir plus d’un mois avant de me remmener dehors, en me promettant que là ce ne serait pas trois routiers que je sucerais, mais sûrement davantage et qui te baiseront peut être aussi.
Je regrettais ce soir là d’être venu en jeans, mais un regret de très courte durée car tous mes fringues ont fini dans le coffre.
Un gros frismister m’a parcouru le dos quand ils m’ont mis le bandeau et quand une dizaine de minutes plus tard, ils ont garé la voiture.
Ils mistert sortis à l’extérieur et je suis resté ainsi pendant un petit moment, seule à l’intérieur.
Je ne savais pas ou j’étais et je commençais à me faire plein de film dans la tête, j’avais peur et pourtant cela m’excitait vraiment.
J’ai enfin entendu des bruits de pas et des hommes qui discutaient : » Ils nous ont pas menti, elle est à poil dans la voiture ».
La portière s’est ouverte et ils m’ont faite sortir.
Je ne savais ni où j’étais, ni avec qui et pourtant j’adorais.
J’ai rapidement eu un sexe dans la bouche et des mains sur mes seins et mes fesses et un homme qui demandait si on pouvait me la mettre où on veut.
Et Hussein a répondu : » partout elle aime ça ».
On m’a allongée sur une table je suppose et l’un d’eux a lancé : » Eh les mecs si on lui rasait la touffe on y verrait mieux ».
J’ai voulu me redresser pour protester, mais j’ai juste failli m’étouffer avec le sexe qui s’est enfoncé dans ma gorge.
Quand j’ai senti les premiers coups de rasoir sur mon pubis je me suis raidi, mais je n’osais pas bouger.
Pour m’être déjà fait le maillot plusieurs fois, je savais qu’il suffit de pas grand-chose pour se couper, alors je les laissais faire et malgré moi je mouillais.
« On y voit pas mieux comme ça, l’escalope à l’air et juteuse à point ».
J’ai entendu : « attendez les mecs, faut mettre les capotes ».
Ils m’ont tiré vers le bord de la table et ont commencé à me prendre l’un après l’autre pendant que Khaled me disait à l’oreille : « ça te plait que ces salauds te baisent, qu’ils bavent sur toi comme des porcs, attends qu’ils s’attaquent à ton cul, tu va aimer ».
Je ne sais pas si c’est les paroles ou les mecs qui s’agitaient entre mes cuisses, mais je jouissais pas violemment comme la dernière fois, mais plus longtemps et en plusieurs fois.
On m’a libéré la bouche pour me retourner et me mettre le cul au bord de la table.
Le premier qui m’a investi l’anus l’a fait plus doucement que ce que mes amants me faisaient d’ordinaire et ouvrant la bouche pour la première fois, je lui demandais de ne pas m’enculer comme une pucelle.
J’ai senti comme une agitation derrière moi : « Vous avec entendu les gars, elle veut se faire ramoner la dame, faut lui en mettre un coup ».
Et pendant je ne sais pas combien de temps, ils se mistert relayés entre mes fesses avec une réelle ardeur.
Ce soir là, pour la première fois, j’ai découché, car premièrement mon mari était en déplacement pour trois jours, et deuxièmement je n’en pouvais plus.
La séance a dû durer 2 ou 3 heures, je ne sais pas trop, mais c’était vraiment très dur surtout quant le plaisir est au rendez vous.
Je suis d’ailleurs restée 3 semaines sans venir voir mes amants qui malgré mes remerciements regrettaient d’y être allé un peu fort.
Je leur ai dit que j’espérais que l’on pourrait remettre ça, mais pas tout de suite, et que je comptais sur eux pour que ce soit aussi bien voire encore meilleur.
Et pourquoi pas le mois prochain quand Serge sera revenu du Cameroun.
Cette histoire est totalement vécue, et je remercie celui qui en a donné l’idée à mes amants.

Avant de vous conter la suite, je tenais à remercier certains visiteurs de ce site, pour leurs mots gentils et leurs idées originales et je ne ferais aucun commentaire sur les mails injurieux.
J’avais gouté au frismister de l’inconnu et je ne vois plus comment je pourrais m’en passer dorénavant, ni où cela allait me mener.
Quand Serge est rentré, ils l’ont bien sur mis au courant de mes dernières péripéties et m’ont proposé un jeu, il s’agissait de m’emmener sur un chantier où je sucerais les ouvriers pour 5 euros avec 3 objectifs possibles :
Si j’atteignais 50 euros, ils me ramenaient chez les routiers.
Si j’atteignais les 100 euros, ils ne limitaient pas le nombre de participant.
Si je dépassais les 150 euros, ils me faisaient passer une nuit dans le foyer de Serge.
Ce que j’aimais dans ce jeu, c’est que finalement c’est moi qui fixais la frontière, mais si je me sentais capable d’atteindre les 3 paliers, je n’étais pas du tout sur de moi quand à mes capacités à faire face au résultat.
Le rendez vous était fixé au mercredi suivant, et j’ai passé 5 jours à réfléchir et à fantasmer là-dessus.
Réflexion et fantasme, mistert des points de vue diamétralement opposés, car ce genre de fantasme n’a rien de raimisternable.
Finalement, quand je suis monté dans leur camionnette, je n’avais toujours pas pris ma décision, je laissais le destin choisir pour moi.
Quand on est arrivé, je fus tout d’abord déçue, ils n’étaient que 7 et en faisant mon petit calcul mental, je ne pouvais pas aller bien loin avec si peu de candidats.
Hussein l’a tout de suite vu, et m’a gentiment dit que ce n’était qu’une mise en jambe, pour être sur de ne pas décevoir les autres ailleurs.
Encore une fois, le fait de ne pas savoir ce qui allait suivre m’a donné le frismister, il a en plus rajouté, ceux que tu auras sucé, pourront te baiser à l’œil s’ils le veulent.
Joignant le geste à la parole, ils m’ont totalement déshabillé et je me suis retrouvé à quatre pattes devant ces hommes alignés devant moi.
Pour la séance de fellation, cela se fit en moins de 20 minutes, mais la suite ne se passa pas comme prévu.
Les deux premiers me prirent assez rapidement en levrette, mais le suivant et 2 autres voulaient faire la même chose mais sans capote.
Le ton est monté, et je ne suis retrouvé balancée par terre, mes amants furent obligés d’en venir aux mains et cela mis un terme à la soirée.
C’était la première fois que cela se passait ainsi et j’ai eu très peur et rien à voir avec les frismisters que j’avais tant apprécié avant.
Il est très important de ne pas faire n’importe quoi et je ne le réalisais que maintenant, alors pour ceux ou celles qui croient que cela est toujours idyllique, je les préviens de prendre toujours un maximum de précaution, car il y a une grande différence entre un acte consenti et un viol, ce qui aurait pu m’arriver.
Finalement rassuré par l’attitude protectrice de mes amants, je décidais quelques jours plus tard de tenter de nouveau l’expérience.
Cela se passa différemment cette fois, ce fut sur un autre chantier et les hommes mistert entrés un par un pour se faire sucer.
Je n’ai joui qu’au retour quand mes amants m’ont pris ensemble dans un parking souterrain, en pensant aux 120 euros que j’avais récolté et aux conséquences qui allaient en découler.
Je posais juste 2 conditions, que cela se passe le mercredi de la semaine suivante car mon mari serait en déplacement, et que se soit moi qui m’épile le minou car la séance du rasoir la dernière fois aurait pu mal se passer.
Pour le reste, je leur laissais carte blanche.
Ils m’ont juste demandé pour ce soir là, que je mette un porte-jarretelle et des hauts talons, car c’était le choix des routiers.
Je ne vous dis pas dans quel état d’excitation j’étais, quand dans la voiture, je me suis retrouvé les yeux bandés dans cette tenue avec le sexe lisse d’une gamine.
Pendant tout le trajet, ils n’ont pas arrêté de faire des allusions à tous ces mecs en rut qui allaient me sauter et aux mètres de bites que j’allais prendre car eux même ne savaient combien ils seraient.
Je suçais Serge qui conduisait pendant que les deux autres n’arrêtaient pas de m’agacer le clitoris, je mouillais comme une folle.
Quand on s’est enfin garé, Serge se décida enfin à m’inonder les amygdales d’une belle quantité de sperme et je faillis presque m’étouffer tellement je fus surprise par le moment et la quantité, et cela les fis bien rire.
Et quand ma porte s’ouvrit, j’entendis : » et regardais, ils ont tenu parole, elle est sapée comme une chienne et elle a même rasé la touffe, putain ça c’est de la gonzesse.
Si le message est bien passé sur la ci bi, elle ne va pas être déçue la dame ».
Ils m’ont faite monter dans une remorque et allonger sur des sacs de je ne sais pas quoi.
« La dernière fois elle nous a tous mis sur les rotules, on va voir si on peux en faire autant ».
Dans ma tête, il y avait le feu et pas que là d’ailleurs, jamais je ne m’étais senti comme ça et j’ai eu un premier orgasme dès que j’ai senti le premier sexe se positionner contre l’entrée de mon sexe.
Après, je n’ai plus rien maitrisé, je sentais des mains partout, des sexes dans tous mes orifices et contrairement à la fois précédente, ils voulaient tous m’embrasser.
Et bien je peux vous dire que c’est aussi super excitant d’embrasser à pleine bouche tous ces hommes que je ne voyais pas.
Mais au bout d’un certain moment, même si ma tête en voulait toujours, mon corps n’était plus au rendez vous.
A la fin je devais davantage ressembler à un morceau de viande que l’on secouait dans tous les sens, qu’à une femme qui fait l’amour, d’ailleurs j’ai entendu leur satisfaction de m’avoir fait déposer les armes.
Je n’étais même plus capable de me mettre debout et m’ont gentiment porté jusqu’à la voiture où mes amants ont tant bien que mal réussi à me rhabiller.
Je les ai entendu dire dans l’espèce de brouillard où j’étais que j’avais réussi à en satisfaire une bonne douzaine avant de craquer et je ne sais pas combien mistert passés ensuite.
Ils m’ont ramené jusqu’à leur appartement ou j’ai dormi un bon nombre d’heures.
Le réveil ne fut d’ailleurs pas très brillant, j’avais la tête d’un soir de cuite et l’entrejambe et l’anus en feu, mais là pas de désir, mais de douleur.
Je sais aujourd’hui qu’il y a une limite à tout et que certains de mes fantasmes ne pourront rester que des fantasmes, si je ne veux pas me dégouter du sexe.
Mais bien que j’eus mis un certain temps à m’en remettre, je ne regrette pas de l’avoir fait, car même si cela risque de vous surprendre, savoir qu’il y a une limite est rassurant.
Et même si aujourd’hui je n’ai pas la moindre idée de comment cela finira, je trouve cela moins effrayant.

Je pense m’être faite désirer depuis quelques mois, mais ma situation a quelque peu changé.
Effectivement, deux événements important mistert venus perturber ma vie, Hussein a été arrêté pour situation irrégulière sur le territoire et Khaled a disparu sans laisser d’adresse.
Me voilà donc sans mes deux amants, ne me restant que Serge qui vivant en foyer, ne me laisse pas beaucoup de latitude pour mes joyeuses parties de jambe en l’air.
Avec beaucoup de prudence, un soir je l’ai accompagné dans le foyer en prenant bien soin d’être la plus discrète possible.
On a pu donc baiser dans sa chambre, mais je n’y ai pas pris un pied exceptionnel, alors pour me donner le frismister, il m’a emmené dans la douche à l’autre bout du couloir.
Il était certes prés de deux heures du matin, mais on été dans un bâtiment avec plus de 120 bonhommes qui n’avaient certainement eu pas l’occasion de voir une femme depuis un moment.
Il m’a sodomisé sous la douche avec la main sur le visage pour m’empêcher de réveiller quelqu’un et là j’ai vraiment pris mon pied.
Avec une petite anecdote qui va vous faire sourire, car pendant qu’il me travaillait le derrière, je m’étais introduit un savon entier dans la chatte pour corser la pénétration, et c’est surtout à ne pas faire car c’est très agréable pendant l’acte mais irritant au possible au bout d’une quinzaine de minutes.
Et malgré de multiples rinçages, je suis resté plus d’une journée avec l’entre jambe toute irritée.
Je n’ai pas voulu renouveler l’expérience, et comme Serge n’était pas d’une grande imagination, c’est moi qui lui ai demandé s’il ne connaissait pas quelqu’un chez qui on pourrait se rencontrer.
Il m’a laissé une dizaine de jours sans nouvelles, avant de me dire qu’il avait trouvé un appartement où l’on pourrait se voir l’après midi.
Je l’ai donc rejoint à l’adresse indiquée dont effectivement il avait les clefs.
La seule chose qu’il avait oublié de préciser, c’est ce n’était pas un, mais une amie qui occupait l’appartement et quelle ne fut pas ma surprise la troisième fois où j’y suis allé, de voir entrer cette femme alors que j’étais en 69 sur mon grand black.
Je ne l’ai pas vu tout de suite, et c’est seulement quand elle a ouvert la bouche pour commenter mon enthousiasme à le sucer.
« houa, elle l’aime ton gros machin ! »
Je me suis relevé vulgarement en entendant cette voix, me demandant encore comment je ne lui avais pas cassé le nez et je me suis caché les seins avec les mains.
«T’inquiètes pas madame, continue et laisse m’en un morceau quand t’auras fini »
Serge m’a attrapé par les hanches et comme une poupée de chiffon m’a renvoyé à mon ouvrage.
Et j’entendais la femme derrière moi faire des commentaires.
« Tu lui as mis ton machin dans les fesses, c’est encore tout ouvert »
Bizarrement, ça ne m’excitait pas vraiment, mais ça me faisait rire.
Elle s’est déshabillée, et le plus simplement du monde, elle est venue le sucer avec moi.
Je me suis relevé pour lui laisser la place et surtout voir à quoi elle ressemblait.
Elle devait avoir une dizaine d’année de plus que moi, une paire de fesse énorme et des mamelles de vache.
Je n’avais encore jamais vu une noire nue et qui plus est, avalant goulûment l’éclair au chocolat de mon amant.
Elle n’était pas vraiment belle, mais elle aimait le cul sans fioriture, car quand elle s’est mise à quatre pattes sur le lit et a demandé à Serge de venir la lui mettre dans la chatte qu’elle s’écartait avec les doigts.
Il lui a tout mis d’un coup, et je regardais la scène devant moi, ne réalisant même pas que j’étais en train de me masturber.
Cela a bien duré une vingtaine de minute, il faut dire que c’était quand même pour lui la troisième fois de l’après midi et ce n’était pas pour déplaire à sa partenaire qui couinait bruyamment.
J’ai joui aussi, bien que n’étant que spectatrice de la scène.
On est resté plusieurs minutes à reprendre notre souffle et j’ai commencé à discuter avec elle.
Je vous passe mister accent que je n’arrive pas à retranscrire à l’écrit, mais alors que Serge s’était déjà rhabillé pour partir et que moi j’allais faire de même, elle me demanda si je voulais bien rester discuter un peu avec elle.
Je n’étais pas très à l’aise, mais je suis tout de même resté.
Elle a enfilé un peignoir et s’est rendu dans la cuisine pour nous préparer un café.
Bien qu’étant venu plusieurs fois, j’ai pris le temps de regarder un peu mister intérieur, qui certes ne respirait pas la richesse, mais qui était très propre.
Devant une tasse de café elle m’a demandé depuis combien de temps je connaissais Serge, si c’était du sérieux.
Elle eu l’air satisfaite quand je lui ai répondu que c’était juste pour le sexe et que j’étais marié.
« Toi au moins t’es franche et j’aime bien ! »
Bien sur c’est le sexe qui est resté au centre de la discussion, et elle m’avoua qu’elle aimait beaucoup ça, mais qu’avec les années et mister physique, ce n’était plus franchement souvent fête.
De fil en aiguille, elle me fit une proposition qui me plu beaucoup.
Elle me proposa si j’étais d’accord de me mettre en contact avec des hommes qu’elle connaissait, mais en me demandant de pouvoir aussi en profiter un peu.
Je lui précisais que j’avais prise l’habitude d’en avoir plusieurs en même temps et cela eu plus l’air de lui plaire que le contraire.
La première fois ce fut seulement avec Serge, mais il avait déjà du mal avec moi toute seule, alors je ne vous dis pas avec deux affamées.
Le seul truc original que j’ai vu ce jour là, c’est qu’elle lui mettait le doigt dans le cul quand elle le suçait et cela n’avait pas l’air de lui déplaire.
Elle me présenta ensuite à quelqu’un à qui elle dit le plus simplement du monde que je voulais juste me faire sauter par un noir.
Je fus un peu déçu, car bien que bel homme d’une cinquantaine d’année, il était un peu cours physiquement et bien que ce fût agréable, on ne peut pas dire que j’ai pris mon pied.
Je n’ai pas eu besoin de faire de commentaire, elle comprit de suite que c’était autre chose que je cherchais.
Elle me fit donc revenir la semaine suivante en m’annonçant qu’elle avait une surprise pour moi.
Quand je suis arrivé, il n’y avait encore qu’elle et elle me demanda d’aller me déshabiller et de m’allonger sur le lit.
J’ai entendu frapper à la porte et des voix d’hommes se mistert élevées dans l’entrée.
Elle les a fait rentrer dans la chambre, pour leur montrer qu’il y avait une petite bourgeoise blanche qui les attendait pour se faire sauter.
« Elle est pas bien grosse, mais elle a le feu au cul ».
Ils se mistert plutôt vite déshabillés et comme c’est souvent le cas, ce fut une séance de pipe en règle.
Malgré la taille tout à fait normale de leur sexe, j’y pris un grand plaisir car cela faisait de longues semaines que je ne m’étais pas offerte ce genre de plaisir.
J’ai un droit à une belle partie de baise dans les règles avec mon amie Annie (ce n’est pas mister vrai prénom) qui se chargeait de les remettre en forme quand ils avaient le pavillon en berne.
Là elle a réalisé ce que j’aimais vraiment, elle m’a d’ailleurs demandé clairement combien il m’en fallait pour me satisfaire, elle n’en revenait pas de l’ardeur que j’y avais mis.
J’ai recommencé deux autres fois avec les mêmes hommes en ajoutant toutefois des dessous provocant, car l’expérience aidant, je savais que cela motivait largement mieux les ardeurs.
C’est vrai que je les ai trouvé plus pervers de s’envoyer la petite blanche en porte-jarretelles et mon petit cul s’en est trouvé bien récompensé, ainsi que celui de ma copine qui a adoré sa première double pénétration.
Finalement avec une autre femme, c’était devenu beaucoup plus drôle et moins sordide.
Je trouvais d’ailleurs vraiment excitant, quand l’une des deux encourageait les hommes à en faire toujours plus, quand la complicité s’installe, deux femmes mistert finalement plus perverses que ces messieurs.
L’amalgame de la planche à pain au petit cul tout pale et la doudou noire toute en rondeur faisait fureur.
Cela faisait à peine un mois que nous nous connaissions, quand elle me demanda si je voulais l’accompagner danser au « Coconuts », une boîte créole à l’autre bout de la ville.
J’étais d’accord bien sur, mais il fallait attendre que j’eu une opportunité avec mon mari pour pouvoir sortir le soir, quand il était absent.
J’ai du attendre quatre semaine avant d’avoir enfin cette opportunité, qu’il parte faite un stage de cinq jours au Luxembourg.
Ce soir là, c’était sortie sans culotte et c’est moi qui devais servir d’appât pour la fin de soirée.
A l’intérieur, hormis une des serveuses, j’étais la seule blanche au milieu de tous ces noirs et bien que ma jupe m’arrivait à mi cuisse, je la trouvais tout à coup ridiculement minuscule.
La musique était sympa, le punch était bon et Annie connaissait plusieurs permisternes qui nous tenaient compagnie.
Finalement, s’il n’y avait pas eu l’alcool et la chaleur, je crois que cela aurait été une soirée tout à fait normale.
Mais ma faible résistance à l’alcool m’a rendu toute joyeuse et a fait gentiment s’envoler toutes mes inhibitions.
Je me suis donc retrouvé pour le plus grand plaisir de ma copine, au milieu de la piste de danse, à me faire draguer par tous ce qui passait à ma porté.
Pour le coller serrer, on peut dire que j’y ai vite pris goût au point de me retrouver bien souvent la jupe remontée sur mes fesses à l’air au milieu des danseurs.
Si Annie n’était pas intervenu, je crois que je me serais faite sauter au milieu de la foule.
Elle a discuté avec l’un d’entre eux qui nous a proposé de venir finir la soirée avec ses amis chez lui.
J’ai laissé mon amie prendre le volant de ma voiture car je n’étais plus en état de conduire et on les a suivi jusqu’à une résidence plutôt pas mal.
On était deux femmes pour neuf hommes au début et trois autres de plus qui les ont rejoints plus tard.
Même si ma copine avait plus de forme, c’était moi qui passais au pelotage en règle et quand j’ai passé la porte de l’appartement, j’avais déjà les nichons à l’air.
Je me suis dégagé pour demander à tous de s’écarter pour que je puisse finir de me déshabiller ce qui ne fut vraiment pas long, et que mon amie puisse sortir les rouleaux de capotes de mister sac.
« Maintenant je vous veux tous à poil et que vous déshabillez ma copine ».
J’ai commencé à danser toute seule, mais très vite fut entouré de partout par des sexes bien dur que je sentais se frotter contre mon ventre et mon dos.
J’ai fait le premier zouk de ma vie, embrochée devant et derrière et sans toucher le sol.
En moins de trente secondes, je criais mon premier orgasme, et ce ne fut pas le dernier.
Je suis passé de bras en bras, debout, couchée, assise, et je me faisais emboîter comme un lego.
Annie elle étant un peu plus difficile à manipuler se faisait prendre les trois trous allongé par terre.
Elle a tenu ainsi une bonne heure et demi, et moi une petite heure de plus, mais on a fini toutes les deux fourbus et saoules.
On a dormi chez le propriétaire de l’appartement qui a eu le droit à l’exclusivité au petit matin de nos bouches, unique orifice qui pouvait encore servir.
En partant, Annie a prit mister numéro de téléphone en lui promettant de le rappeler, et nous sommes rentrés en piteux état, mais heureuse de notre petite soirée.
On l’a rappelé quelques jours plus tard, mais à l’heure où j’écris ce texte, nous n’y sommes pas encore retournées.

Mise en esclavage de Clem



L’histoire que je vais raconter est réelle et continue encore aujourd’hui à l’heure où j’écris. Je m’appelle Alexandre et au moment où cette histoire se passe, j’avais 24 ans. Je suis assez mignon à ce qu’on me dit, grand, assez mince mais relativement musclé. Je suis brun avec des yeux bleus. Cela faisait deux ans que je sortais avec Stéphanie, une belle brune bien formée avec un cul à damner un évêque. En somme tout se passait bien mais au lit ce n’était pas ça… Un jour, sa mère me téléphona pour me demander si Clément mister petit frère de 18 ans pouvait venir dormir chez moi. Il avait un examen important sur Paris et elle avait pensé que ce serait plus pratique vu qu’ils habitent en province.
C’est ainsi que Clem vint chez moi deux jours après. Clément était un garçon châtain, bien formé et très attirant qui avait beaucoup de succès auprès des filles. Ce jeune mec très extraverti était comparable à un dieu grec. Nous avons donc commencé par boire un verre et à parler de tout et de rien. Nous en sommes venus à parler de sa sœur et la conversation a très vite tourné sur le sexe. On s’est raconté certaines de nos expériences et je me suis rendu compte que pour mister âge il avait plus d’expérience que la moyenne. L’alcool nous ayant miné la tête et nous rappelant que nous devions nous lever tôt, nous allâmes nous coucher dans l’unique lit deux places de mon appart, tous les deux en caleçon.. Pendant la nuit, ma tête tanguait et je me suis couché sur le côté. A un moment, j’ai senti Clem se coller derrière moi. Je sentais mister bassin qui se rapprochait imperceptiblement vers mes fesses et à un moment j’ai senti mister caleçon gonfler. Cette situation me troubla. Il est vrai que je m’étais déjà surpris à regarder ce jeune mec à la piscine mais jamais je n’avais franchis le pas avec un mec ! Il posa sa main sur moi et je sentis mister souffle chaud dans ma nuque. J’étais anesthésié et ne réagissais pas. Sa main glissa dans mon caleçon et saisit ma bite déjà bien dure malgré moi et commença délicatement à me branler. Et là je ne sais pas ce qui m’a pris mais je me suis retourné pour l’embrasser. Sa langue caressait la mienne puis lui saisissant la tête je le poussais sous la couette. Il enleva nos calbutes et commença à m’embrasser les couilles tout en remontant par de petits baisés vers mon gland gonflé. La sensation était divine. Je fermais les yeux tout en imposant mon rythme en maintenant sa nuque. J’étais très étonné car d’abord très entreprenant il était maintenant très docile. Il faut dire que je suis plutôt dominateur et que les rapports dominant soumis m’excitent… Sentant que j’arrivais à l’orgasme je le fis remonter et je l’embrassais vigoureusement, savourant l’odeur de ma bite au travers de ses lèvres irrésistibles qui faisaient tant craquer les femmes. Elles étaient à moi maintenant. Je l’ai mis à 4 pattes, jambes bien écartées et lui ai mis les poignets sur chaque cheville. Là, ses fesses étaient écartées malgré lui et je constatais que sa rosette était rasée !! Il était dans une pose obscène et ne bronchait pas. Je m’approchais de mister anus à la saveur musquée et entrepris de lui faire un bon anulingus en tournant ma langue doucement autour de sa pastille puis en essayant de l’enfoncer le plus loin possible dans mister cul qui palpitait sous la caresse. Il avait l’air d’apprécier car il gémissait de plus belle et frismisternait. Je sentais que mister fion se détendait. Je me suis penché pour prendre le tube de lubrifiant dans mon tiroir et lui en mis une goutte sur l’anus. Il eu un frismister.
-Ahh c’est froid dit-il.
-T’inquiète ça va passer ta sœur a aussi eu droit au même traitement.
Je lui massais un peu mister trou et le sentais se détendre de plus en plus. J’y entrai un doigt, puis deux, puis un troisième avec une aisance déconcertante.
Puis je me mis en position et posa ma bite à l’entrée de mister anus. Je savourais ce moment qui me paraissait irréel. J’allais enculer Clem ! Il attendait là, à ma merci, mon bon vouloir.
Je commençais a entrer le gland, et j’entendais des petits cris étouffés. Je poussais encore un peu et je voyais ses ongles rentrer dans la peau de ses chevilles. Ses orteils étaient écartés. Je m’arrêtais un moment pour que mister anus soumis s’habitue à la bite de mister nouveau maître. Je poussais une ultime fois et j’étais bien à fond en lui et mes poils touchaient ses fesses imberbes. Clem soufflait très fort. J’entrepris un lent va et vient. Son anus brisé émettait de petits bruits au fur et à mesure que j’accélérais la cadence. Clem commençait à gémir et à me lancer des mots crus.
- Prends-moi bien profond. Plus fort.
-Dis que t’es ma chienne.
-Je suis ta chienne. Ne t’arrête pas.
-Tu aimes ma bite ?
-Oui !!!!!!!!
- Tu vas être ma petite pute hein ?
-Oh oui mon cul est à toi.
Je le retournais lui mettant les pieds en l’air pour voir sa tête en se faisant baiser, lui le playboy. Ses traits étaient déformés par l’extase de se faire limer comme une de ces filles avec qui il sortait. Je levais les yeux pour voir ses pieds dont les orteils étaient complètement crispés par le plaisir qui l’irradiait. Je lui roulais une galoche et là tout mister corps se crispa. Son anus palpitait autour de ma queue et il poussa un énorme râle. Je le suivi et lui déversais des litres de semence en 5 ou 6 éjaculations. Jamais je n’avais autant jouis. Je retombais sur lui et l’embrassa langoureusement. Puis je ressortis ma queue tout en posant mon doigt sur mister trou béant pour que le sperme ne s’échappe pas et la lui tendis.
- Nettoies la queue qui t’as donné tant de plaisir.
Silencieux il ouvrit la bouche et sa langue s’activa autour de ma bite salie de mon sperme et de petites traces brunes et me la rendit propre.
-Ok j’ai beaucoup aimé ce qui s’est passé lui dis-je.
-Moi aussi tu m’as baisé comme un dieu.
-Tu dormiras sur le ventre avec ton majeur dans ton trou pour éviter que mon sperme sorte de ton cul. Ca m’excite.
-Comme tu veux. Après ce que tu m’as fait vivre tu peux tout me demander.
Il suça mister doigt avant de le mettre dans mister anus élargi. J’étais stupéfait de la soumission de ce jeune ado que deux heures avant je ne regardais pas de la même manière.
Je souris en pensant à tout ce qui se présentait à moi dans cette optique.

Merci pour ces deux histoires que je détaillerai un peu plus tard...
Bonne continuation

Merci pour ces deux histoires que je détaillerai un peu plus tard...
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MY RACIST WIFE AND THREE BLACK MEN IN AN ELEVATOR


After being laid off from my lucrative job as a wealth manager, I had no luck getting another job. As weeks turned into months, I lost all hope and aspirations. Finally thanks to my wife, I found a job as security supervisor for the building she works in. She also works in a bank but was lucky to have her job despite the recession. The building is actually 50-storyes and I had a nice cosy office in the basement just below the control room on the first level. All the CCtvs monitors were installed in the control room and I had a master screen which allowed me to flick to any CCTV camera feed at the flick of a remote control.

Three months into the job, late one evening I was getting horny. I was on the night shift that week and there was no way I would have got any pussy at home. So when I flicked to inside one of the elevators, I saw my beautiful wife getting in at the 49th floor where she works. I stopped the screen at that feed and enjoyed watching my wife without her knowledge as she massaged her sexy bare shoulder over her dress. Then she adjusted her breast without any inhibition as she was alone in the elevator. Then at the 43th floor, the elevator stopped and a tall black man entered. He was really menacing even though he was wearing an expensive striped suit. Standing next to him, my wife looked like a small girl. They greeted and my wife gave a curt response. I saw my wife’s reaction at his entry. She was definitely not pleased. The bitch is a bit snobbish at times. I really don’t like any racist behaviour and this is one thing my wife just can’t get – all of us are really same no matter what colour we are born with. Anyway, the elevator stopped again at the 40th floor and the old black janitor got in, having finished his job for the day getting ready to go home. He pulled the cleaning trolley in possible to “deposit” back in the Facilities office on the 1st floor. While doing so, he accidentally brushed against my wife and I could see the hatred in her eyes. My head flared. Who did she think she was?

Things got really bad when on the 30th floor, another man entered the elevator. Unfortunately for my wife, it happened to be another black man – who, I think; I had seen sign himself in as the recycle paper collector. The elevator was big and by no means crowded although the janitor’s trolley occupied a lot of space but I was getting furious with my wife’s bad behaviour. She was sniffing around as if there was a bad smell and I could see that the three black men noticed that. But being polite they stayed quiet. The bad behaviour hit the ceiling of my tolerance when my wife pulled out her pink perfumed handkerchief and clasped it on her small nose. Fuck! I was ashamed to say that this was my wife.

The elevator was at the 25th level now when the idea hit me like a bright bulb. Maybe if I made her suffer a little in the elevator, surrounded by three black men she didn’t like, she would understand that we are all same – humans. So I called my only other colleague Aziz, a Pakistani, to shut the power to the 6A elevator – the one my wife was in. When he quizzed me I told him that I would explain and rushed up to the control room to join him. He had followed my orders and switched power off for the elevator. He looked at me quizzically but I shared with him about my wife’s bad behaviour. I told him how embarrassing it was for me. Aziz and I had been in the same boat as we were both laid off so we had become very close since we joined and he and I had the same sort of attitude especially when racism was concerned. So he became agitated. “How can you tolerate this?” he said and supported me in my decision to teach my racist wife a lesmister.

Anyway there were not many people in the building so we could just wait and wait. The reamister why I had asked Aziz to switch the power off to the elevator as opposed to just stopping it midway was simple – because with power switched off, no one could even press the alarm button. This mode was for emergencies only when there was a danger of the elevator breaking down completely. There was an emergency light but I asked Aziz to not switch it on immediately. Then we just sat and watched.

After five minutes or so Aziz switched the emergency light on and I saw my wife shrinking away in one corner, her nose still covered with the handkerchief. The tall suited man was trying all the buttons but of course nothing would work. He was very annoyed. The janitor had sat down on the floor and the recycling man was trying his mobile – little did he know that our elevators have no mobile network reception. Aziz and I looked at each other and laughed. Ten minutes passed and nothing untoward happened except that my wife slowly sat down – slithered down is more appropriate. The recycling man pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, despite my wife’s protests. “Well, at the most,” he reamistered, “the smoke alarm will sound and people will for our help.” Ha.. Little did he know that the smoke alarm went bust last week. My wife was coughing and wheezing and so he stubbed the cigarette just after a few puffs otherwise I would have to get them down immediately.

Fifteen minutes and it was getting a bit boring. I was about to tell Aziz to switch on the power when the janitor said, “I need to pee badly. I have a weak bladder and if I don’t pee now, it will leak.” The tall black gent said emotionlessly, “Go ahead and pee.” I saw him and the recycling man look at each other and then at my wife and they grinned evilly. My wife protested again, “Come on, have some shame. You can’t possible pee in front of me. I would be darned if I have to see a black man pee in front of me.” The tall gent leaned towards her and said softly, “Just remember sweetheart, if we don’t get rescued, soon you will want to pee too but we will not be darned to see you pee in front of us.” Then he looked up to the recycling man and laughed lewdly. I laughed too, “Serves the bitch right.” Aziz looked at me quizzically and then joined in.

The old man peeled out a transparent plastic bag and turned to one side to pee as discreetly as possible. The recycling man moved away from the corner to avoid him and bumped into my furious wife. She pulled away from him and that only ended up in her being in the corner directly opposite the janitor. The two black men laughed at the predicament and the janitor asked her to hold the plastic bag while he unzipped his overall. “No way,” she retorted. The black gent told her, rather ordered her firmly, “Hold the plastic bag now.” She looked up at him and I was delighted to see that she was afraid. She held the plastic bag while the old janitor unzipped and somehow pulled out his black old dong. He was trying to hide it but it was so redy big that there was no way she couldn’t have seen his fat black cock. The tall black gent leaned forward and told her again very firmly, “How can you expect him to hold such a heavy dick with one hand and hold the bag with another, so sweetie, hold it while he pees in.”

My wife looked flabbergasted and disgusted and refused to do so. The recycling man, giggling a little, walked towards my wife and standing just next to her, his big black paw like hand on her bare white shoulder, pushed her down, “Here my white lady, let me help you. I saw you clamping your nose shut because of us dirty black men, right? So it’s only right that you sit close to the old man, smelly crotch and smell his piss up front. Right bro?” and then he looked at the tall gent, who smiled and nodded. “Yeah, she’s been acting up since I got in too. Thinks we are all too low for her. White trash!”

My wife looked offended but the look changed to uncertainty of her circumstances and she sat down on her knees, her eyes tearing up as she held the plastic bag in front of her for the old black man to piss. She turned her head away shutting her eyes but the black gent admonished her, “Hey, look up. I don’t want no single drop of his piss falling down on the floor. You got it?”

I was surprised and pleased to hear a very meek, “Yes” from my wife. The old black geezer sort of put his huge limp cock inside the plastic bag, pleased with the pretty white wife sitting down staring at his mammoth old cock at eye level. Slowly he started pissing yellow stream inside. The speakers in our control room were getting a crystal clear sound. I noticed, Aziz shifting in his chair restlessly and groping his cock discreetly and then it dawned on me that hey, this was my wife. I wanted to teach her a lesmister but didn’t want her to be so humiliated. So I asked Aziz to start the elevator. He looked at me and switched the power on pronto. This made the old man’s cock jerk wildly and it hit my wife in her mouth leaving a stream of his yellow urine on her pouting lips. The bag full of piss fell out of her hands and all over her. Oh fuck what had I gotten her into.

Aziz switched the power off again. When I asked why he said, “Well, can’t you see your wife is in a bad condition. Can you imagine how bad she would feel to come out like this?” I could almost see his logic but how could stopping the elevator again help? We were discussing all this when we heard the unmistakable sound of pissing. As we turned, we saw all three men facing my wife and pissing straight on her. I was speechless and watched with my mouth hung open as three magnificent but ugly cocks splattered yellow tangy urine all over my pretty racist wife down on her knees.

Aziz broke the silence, “Fuck, man what a hot site.. Hey, your wife’s hot, see you can see her nipples are hard with all that black men’s piss.” I looked and realized that indeed, her white dress had become transparent with all the piss and you could see her pert nipples standing at attention. I told Aziz to switch the power on immediately but he pushed me away powerfully and said, “Just let me see how does your wife react to. Okay? Five more minutes and we pull it down.” I didn’t say yes, but knew that he would not do as told now. And I was getting curious too as to how she would react.

We had spent two minutes talking this out and when we turned to the screen, I heard Aziz’s horny moan, and I knew why. The recycling man was rubbing the uncut tip of his turgid cock all over my wife’s pursed red lips. We could see her nostrils flaring as if she was inhaling the smells of that musky cock. Suddenly, I knew she would suck them all. I was sad, excited, horny, dejected – all at same time as I saw her shut her eyes and open her mouth to let the recycling man slide his pulsating and heavily veined black cock in her white mouth. Aziz sighed and rubbed his bulging cock as the recycling man pushed inch after inch of his shiny black cock in my wife’s mouth. I should have seen it coming but I was still horrified to hear Aziz say, “Wish I was there fucking your wife’s mouth and cunt with my Paki cock.” I remained silent even as my cock became hardest it has ever been.

Voluntarily, my wife’s manicured hands reached up and grabbed the hairy black balls attached to the 9-inch cock fucking her mouth.. I saw she was sucking the black cock like it was her last meal. And she looked like an empty soul for a second or two when the tall black gent pulled the recycling man away and presented his own cock to her. He didn’t push it in or anything but waited as a precious drop of gooey precum dangled from the wrinkled tip of horsecock. My wife looked up hungrily and licked the drop gently and slowly started sucking his cock earnestly. I had resigned myself to the fact that my wife was now officially a black cock sucking wife – so far something I had only read in porno stories on interracial sites. But there was more to come.

She didn’t even flinch as the recycling man lifted her (her mouth remained firmly attached to the tall black gent’s purple cock throughout) bottom so that now she was in a kangaroo position. He walked behind her and pulled her dress up. Aziz licked his lips as we saw her panty covered meaty pink pussy. Recycling man pulled her panty to one side and rubbed his turgid black meat up and down her visibly very wet hairy pussy. And then he pushed inside. I was shocked to see how easily his man meat slid in stretching her pussy wide. He fucked her slowly as if recycling her eggs to babies...and occasionally she let the tall black gent’s mammoth cock out of her mouth to groan in pain and pleasure. As the recycling man increased his pace, I knew my wife was going to get a cunt enema from his plentiful and strong potent black sperm. The idea was not exciting but my cock jerked nonetheless and Aziz, no longer under any pretension, pulled out his Paki cock – cut and standing out like a royal soldier. Slowly he started masturbating himself but my eyes were glued to the screen when the recycling man had just finished blasting his baby-making seed inside my wife’s fertile pussy. As he pulled out his never-ending black cock a never ending stream of his thick creamy baby-batter flooded out too.

The janitor smiled at the recycling man and asked for his turn. I thought my wife would scoff at the idea of the old & smelly black janitor fucking her in the raw, but she opened her legs a little more for him as he positioned his fat black uncut cock at her love tunnel and plunged in easily aided by the thick cream already there. He fucked her just for a few minutes and just when he was cumming, the tall black gent pulled out his massive cock and splattered my pretty wife’s face with his black cum. She had gone crazy and was scooping the thick yogurt like cum with her fingers and eating it rather than slurping it.

Once he was done, the tall black gent slapped her face with his deflated but still heavy black uncut cock. She enjoyed it and nibred on the loose wrinkled foreskin a little. They looked at each other and smiled. “You look perfect with fat black cock in your white trash mouth,” he said, slapping her cheek with his black paw, “Anyway, I am Lucas and here’s my card. I am still not finished with you,” he said, slapping her ass, “So call me tomorrow at lunch time and I will give you a very nutritious and protein-full appetizer of black cum.”

Just then the elevator started moving. Aziz, having switched the power on, had rushed off. Probably to relieve himself in the toilet I thought, but as I followed the elevator to the 1st floor screen, I saw Aziz, waiting with his cock dangling out. As the elevator stopped the recycling man and the janitor rushed out. Lucas, who was stuffing his thick and long limp cock back in his pants, smiled at Aziz, “I reckon you saw everything. The bitch is yours.” And he walked away.

Aziz went inside the lift and pressed the express button to the top floor and before they reached back he had blasted his Pakistani sperm deep inside my wife’s over flooded cunt.

And I? Well I just thought about whether to get used to this kind of a lifestyle or to leave my wife. Considering she was not a racist anymore, I decided to stay on.

The end.

Blackmailing My Sexy Neighbor



This is a story of Blackmail, Exploitation and Control. If you are not interested, do not read it.
She walked into her bedroom and set down her briefcase. She was finally able to let loose and relax; it had been a long day at the office. She untied her hair and waved through her silky brunette locks with her elegant fingers.
The show was about to begin.
She unbuttoned her grey coat and tossed it aside; revealing a white blouse that I was quite accustomed to seeing. She paused before unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse one by one.
My heart began to race.
She tossed her blouse aside. I particularly liked the bra she was wearing. Lacy black with flowers imprinted. Medium sized, encasing her big beautiful breasts and at the same time pushing them up into perfect position. This bra was no doubt one of the reamisters she has such a successful business career.
Next she peeled down her long gray business skirt and hopped out of it. She went with conservative black cotton panties today, though I’ve seen her wear much more “exciting” underwear, nothing could look bad on that prize of an ass.
She bent down to pick up her skirt, I found myself drooling as her beautiful heart shaped ass stuck out.
My eyes followed her intently as she walked around her room hanging up her clothes. She then walked into the bathroom for her nightly shower before bed.
I stepped back from the telescope I had set up in my tree house. I whipped out my rock hard penis and started wanking it intensely. I quickly masturbated to the thought of fucking my smoking hot neighbor Carly Dawn.
My name is David Stone, and call me a stalker or peeping tom if you want, but the truth is that the only thing I have going for me in my life is that a sexy goddess named Carly Dawn lives next door to me and apparently hasn’t heard of curtains.
My life’s been pretty tough since my Dad moved us out here to Boston for economic reamisters. Now I was by no means popular back where we lived but since I moved here I haven’t made many friends. My grade 10 year here sucked big time, I’m kind of a pale, nerdy skinny kid and I get picked on a lot. But thank goodness that school is over now, and I have the summer to just relax.
Ms. Dawn came out of the shower; I rushed back to my telescope. She was in a sexy night gown. She got on her bed and started to put lotion on her long sexy legs. After this she decided to get some work done on her laptop.
Ms. Dawn is a 24 year old successful business woman. She is a bright woman so I don’t really believe she sleazed her way to success but I do like to fantasize about her sucking dick for a promotion. I’ve never really talked to her that much other than the odd neighborly conversations. She seemed like a really nice permister and always talked to me politely, if only she knew how badly I wanted her.
After staring at her for a while, I decided that she wasn’t just going to magically start stripping for me, so I climbed down from my tree house and headed inside.
I gave my Mom and Dad a smile and said good night as I retired to my room and went to relax.
For the past few months I had been spying on Ms. Dawn, but it was that Summer that both of our lives changed.
As the summer went on I found that there wasn’t much to do. I was ridiculously bored.
As the summer heat increased so did my horniness, soon just watching Ms. Dawn undress to her bra and panties just didn’t cut it. Some lucky days she would even go for a swim in her backyard pool, but not nearly often enough. I spent endless summer nights hatching plans and theories to fix my needs. My naughty voyeurism had grown into an obsession.
I decided that I needed to see more of Ms. Dawn.
One thing that I had going for me was that I was really good with technology and computers. I went to a local shop I knew of and bought small wireless webcams. They were pretty expensive; I had to take some money out of my Dad’s wallet. The way I thought of it was that he owed me after pretty much ruining my life by moving us out here.
The next part of my plan was the hardest. I had to break into Ms. Dawn’s house. I wasn’t much of a lawbreaker, and the even the thought of what would happen to me if I got caught was enough to make me hyperventilate.
I would wait for Ms. Dawn to leave for work, I would walk up to the back door of her house, and I would chicken out.
This happened 3 or 4 days straight.
I took a week off and let my desperation build up, one night I decided I would do it the next day no matter what.
The next morning I woke up sweating. I peered out my window just in time to see Ms. Dawn’s black Porsche cruise down the road. I got my kit ready.
I waited an hour, just in case she forgot something and had to come back.
She didn’t come back.
I put a ski mask over my face and left the back door of my house. I hopped the fence separating out properties and walked briskly to her back door. I got out my crow bar; ready to break in like they do in the movies.
I twisted the door knob and almost laughed out loud when the door opened. It wasn’t even locked!
I walked in, the whole house smelt like pleasant like perfume or something. The house was very nice, it was a lot bigger than mine. It had beautiful furniture and expensive looking portraits and pieces of art everywhere. But I wasn’t interested in these, I was on a mission. I walked upstairs to her bedroom. I entered her master bathroom, it was huge!
I opened up my kit and took out some of the wireless webcams. I installed one right below her big bathroom mirror, one across from her toilet and one in her shower. The cameras were very small and completely see through except for a small black dot in the middle. I was confident that she wouldn’t see them.
I walked into her bedroom and installed two cameras that gave different views of her bed. Seeing that my work was done I excitedly walked out of her room ready to leave. I walked by her laundry room, and thought to make best of the situation. I scavenged through her hamper. I picked out a few of the smallest and smelliest bras and panties I could find and I left.
I returned home and practically ran upstairs to my room. What a rush! I checked out my computer.
SUCCESS!
I could flick through each of the different cameras, and the clarity was unbelievable, I actually felt like I was still in her room! They were definitely worth the money. I masturbated with one of Ms. Dawn’s thongs and then stashed them under my bed.
Ms. Dawn’s return seemed to take forever but her Porsche finally pulled up into the drive way. As I saw her walk inside, I quickly grabbed a bag of chips and ran up to my computer.
She took a while making her way upstairs but sure enough she entered her bedroom. Then she put on the routine I’ve seen so many times. She relaxed and slowly discarded her blouse and skirt.
Today she was wearing a conservative white bra and white cotton panties. She entered the bathroom. This was what I’ve waited so long to see!
She looked into the mirror; the way the camera was positioned made it look like she was staring right at me. She slowly reached back and unhooked her bra. She caught the bra and set it on the counter. Her breasts looked amazing; I almost fell back on my chair! They were big but at same time nicely rounded. They were positioned beautifully on her chest. Her age allowed for absolutely no sag.
She gave a quizzical look as she took each boob in each hand and seemingly weighed them out. She squeezed each one lightly and started playing with her light nipples.
Looking satisfied she looked down and stepped out of her panties. She had a clean shaven pussy. She set the panties on the counter and walked away. I watched her sexy ass cheeks sway rhythmically with each stride.
She sat down on the toilet
I switched camera views. She started peeing. Now I’m not much of a toilet porn guy but I couldn’t look away. I watched intently as urine flowed from her beautiful pussy.
She cleaned up and entered the shower. She turned on the hot water and turned on the shower, a jet of water hit her head as she started washing her face.
Next she stuck out her chest and let the hot jet wash her bare breasts. She lathered her tits up with soap and started massaging them.
My dick was rock hard; anticipating what was next.
After scrubbing her boobs clean, she washed her toned stomach. Next she started scrubbing her pussy. This sent me crazy as she made sure every crevice of her vagina had been scrubbed.
Next she turned around and let the shower hit her backside. She watched as much of her back as possible then moved on to her glorious ass. After scrubbing the surface of her cheeks she split them apart and soaped up the crease.
After a long hot shower, she turned off the water, stepped outside and dried herself off with a towel.
Next she squirted some body lotion on her chest and started lotioning up her boobs. This sent me over the top, I accidentally jizzed all over the screen!
I quickly cleaned it up so I could watch what this sexy goddess did next. She proceeded putting lotion over her entire body, she took and especially long time on her ass.
Much to my disappointment she decided to cover up and put on her small nightgown that I was so used to.
She walked out to her bed and turned on her laptop and settled into bed with it. I kept watching her. She eventually fell arelax, but still I watched her for hours. I was entranced by her beauty.
Over the next couple of weeks I scheduled my day around her showers and bathroom breaks, she would take a shower in the morning before work and a shower after work. On weekends she would shower only once but would pee and poop quite often, which I grew to enjoy watching.

However I found that instead of satisfying my needs, my obsession grew. The more I saw her the more I wanted her.
Watching her on the computer was still thrilling, but I wanted her to be mine, in real life.
I spent hours thinking of a plan to get her. Then it hit me. Blackmail!
I went on the computer late one night and put together the sexiest shower scenes, undressing and even toilet scenes all into one long and hot video.
Then I prepared an email. It read
“Take a look at this, if you don’t do everything I say this will be unleashed on the internet and you can kiss your business career goodbye.” Then I attached the video and sent it.
I flicked on the camera that was in her bedroom. She was on her laptop. At first she had a quizzical look on her face, then slowly it transformed to horror as she saw the video.
A response came back quickly
“You pervert, you have cameras in here don’t you”
She got out of bed and started looking around feverishly
I responded
“Smart girl, from the angles in the video you are probably smart enough to know exactly where each camera is. But I advise you if you so much as touch a camera I will leak your rather embarrassing video.”
She checked her laptop and responded quickly
“Ok you win, what do you want Money”
I replied
“No darling, I simply want you.”
“You sick fuck, you aren’t getting a piece of this. I’ll take you to court for blackmail”
“Sweetheart, you decide, I know how busy you are. It would probably cost you months of pay to take this to court, not to mention the money to pay the lawyers. One night can make it all go away.”
She thought about it and replied
“Fine, I will give you one night.”
“Good, unlock your front door. Lie on your bed completely nude, tie your hands back with your bra, blindfold yourself and gag yourself with the thong that you wore today. I will be over in 10 minutes,
I watched the camera intently. She was fighting tears. She walked downstairs and returned. She went into the bathroom and grabbed her dirty thong. She stuffed it in her mouth, she used a piece of cloth to blindfold herself, and then she used her bra to handcuff herself.
She got onto the bed belly down and stuck her ass out in the air.
I snuck out of my house and walked up to hers. I quietly opened the door and snuck in. I walked upstairs and into her bedroom.
The sight of her in real life was a hundred times more magnificent then watching her on film. The camera didn’t do her justice.
I was ecstatic. Being a nerdy kid growing up, this was the first naked woman I’ve ever seen, and it was the girl of my dreams!
Her skin tone was delicious; she had a golden aura about her as she was slightly tan giving her a peach color.
As I approached my prize my heart started racing. My cock was already rock hard. All of my planning and scheming had led to this. This was my prize.
As she heard me approach, she squealed, she was understandably frightened. If only she knew how much I loved her, there was nothing I would do to her to hurt her.
I slowly put my fingers on her outstanding ass. This sent a shiver down her body. I massaged her luscious ass cheeks. My dick was actually hurting because it was throbbing so hard.
She was very submissive. To her understanding this would be a onetime thing.
I split apart her ass cheeks and took in a deep whiff of her ass. It was a magnificent aroma. I turned her body around.
There they were. Her perfect breasts; staring at me; begging me to have my way with them. I got on top of her. My dick was touching her pussy through my pants. This sent a jolt through my body.
I took each breast in each palm and started lightly squeezing. She was breathing heavily. I had never felt breasts before. They felt magnificent, so smooth and soft yet resilient in their own way.
I brought my face towards hers and kissed her on the right cheek. Her first reaction was to turn her head away but I was persistent and followed. Then I turned her face and kissed her left cheek.
Then I took the panties out of her mouth with my mouth and spit them aside. I kissed her on the lips. This was my first kiss on the lips. I slipped in my tongue and started exploring her mouth. I pressed her body close to mine; her breasts squeezed against my chest as I French kissed her.
I’m sure I wasn’t a good kisser but I felt electric. I took off my shirt and tossed it aside, I wanted to feel her body against my bare skin.
I withdrew my tongue from her mouth and held her closely. I slid down. I licked her right nipple; this made her shiver. I started suckling her right nipple while playing with the other one.
I put as much of her right breast in my mouth that would fit and started licking and sucking away. Her body squirmed against mine.
Her left nipple stood up, I started sucking it and played with her right breast with my hand. It was all wet from my saliva.
Her breast was so soft in my mouth, I felt like biting it but I didn’t want to cause my sweet heart any pain.
I gave her another kiss on the lips and I decided that I couldn’t wait anymore, I had to have her.
I took off my pants and boxers. I brought my pulsating dick towards her pussy and gently touched the lips. This sent another orgasmic jolt through my body.
I slowly entered her pussy. The feeling was sensational! Her pussy was so warm and wet and tight, my dick felt so at home in it.
I thrust in and out. This was obviously my first time having sex, but I watched plenty of porn so I knew what to do. I clumsily thrusted in and out. It felt so good!
She breathed heavily. I continued playing with her breasts.
About a minute in I felt my body shaking and I orgasmed. I stepped back and lied down beside her. I put my arm around her.
She was surprised; she probably expected it to be a lot longer.
I didn’t care, I felt so unexplainably happy and safe.
I untied her hands and slipped off her blindfold. She looked at me and instantly stepped out of bed.
“You’re just a kid!” she continued “In fact you’re that creepy kid from next door aren’t you”
I replied
“Well I think I’m a man now.” I smiled
She answered
“Ok whatever, just get out of here now kid and I’ll pretend this never happened.”
“Actually, I would appreciate it if you walk your cute butt over here and give me a blowjob.”
“Fuck off kid, get out of here or I’ll call the cops and get you sent to juvie for blackmail.”
I smiled
“Go ahead, call the cops. See whose side the law takes, the adult woman who claims she’s getting blackmailed or the 15 year old kid who has video evidence of an adult willingly having sex with him.” I pointed to the camera “not only will your career be over, but you’ll be serving big time in the slammer.”
She was silent. She knew I was right.
“Ok I’ll give you a blow job if you leave me alone after.”
“Oh no sweetheart, you’re mine now, I have complete control of your life now, you’ll go as far in life as I allow you. As soon as you disobey me I can ruin you. In a sense I’m your god. Now come give your god a blow job.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, eagerly awaiting my beautiful neighbor to suck my dick.
She was in shock. She didn’t think I could be this sadistic, but she knew there was nothing she could do; I could ruin her life with a click of the mouse.
She walked over to me and got on her knees on the floor. She took my dick in her hand and put it in her mouth. It was still limp and wet from a combination of semen and pussy juices. I could tell she wanted to puke as she took it in her mouth.
She started sucking. It felt so good, different then sex but almost equally as thrilling. I lasted much longer this time as it took me a while to get hard.
Finally I exploded in her mouth.
She bobbed her head up and down, gradually getting faster and faster.
I got up.
“Thank you for that sweetheart, I trust we’ll be getting to know each other quite well this summer.” I smiled and walked out of the room.
I practically skipped my way home; I had to sneak in because it was pretty late. I snuck upstairs to my room. I felt like crying out in joy. Even when I put the plan together I didn’t expect it to go this smoothly. I thought that something would go wrong; this seemed too good to be true!
I checked my computer and looked at the video of Ms. Dawn and I fucking. It really just looked like we were doing some kinky role playing, she was very submissive. And the blowjob looked 100% consenting.
I was sure this would hold up in court, but I hoped I would never have to go that far. Hopefully Ms. Dawn would be smart and do what I told her to.
I got as much relax as I could but I got up very early. Then an idea hit me, I grabbed some cameras and decided to pay my sex toy a visit.
I snuck into Ms. Dawn’s house through her back door and crept upstairs to her room.
She was relaxing peacefully in her night gown. I admired her beauty for a moment before I crept to her bed and lied down beside her. I untied her night gown; exposing her breasts. I lightly touched her left breast, circling the nipple lightly. I gave her a kiss on the cheek. Apparently she was a light relaxer as she woke up and screamed at the top of her lungs.
She came to her senses
“How did you get in here”
“The backdoor was unlocked, oh yeah that reminds me I want the front door unlocked at all times, I feel like such a lowlife having to sneak in through the back.”
“Anything your highness” she said in disgust and sarcasm
I replied
“Actually yes, there are some ground rules that I am going to apply to our little game.
Number one; you must stay completely naked at home. You have such a beautiful body it’s a shame you ever cover it up.”
Number two; Take these cameras. Install one in your car and the rest all over your work place, I want to see you at all times during the say. I will also need some money to buy more cameras to install in the rest of the rooms in your house.
Number three; Give me your phone number. You will receive texts throughout the day and nights giving you tasks to do that will please me. You must do the task instantly.
Number four; you must call me master at all times. I am tired of the disrespect you’ve been showing me.
These are 4 very simple and clear rules, they will be easy to follow, and any *** will result in punishment
Are we clear Carly”
She was in shock
“Yes”
“Yes”
Yes Master.” She corrected herself.
She was fighting back tears, still trying to comprehend how this 15 year old boy had managed to gain complete control of her life.
I brushed back her silky brown hair and wiped a tear from her cheek. Her light blue eyes looked so beautiful filled with tears.
“You have to understand that I care about you and I won’t do anything to hurt you or ruin your life, just follow my rules, maybe you’ll have fun.”

I don’t know how much my words helped her, but it was a message I felt that I had to get across.
While she was getting dressed for work in the bathroom, I took her credit card from her purse and left to go back to the tech store; leaving her with some much needed privacy.
Since Carly knew about this now there was no need in getting the small cameras, instead I picked up some bigger high definition ones. I also bought a bigger high definition flat screen monitor for my computer. It was all quite expensive but I’m sure Carly could afford it.
When I got back to her house she was gone; leaving me time to work. I installed a camera in each bathroom, in the hall ways, the living room, on the deck and by the pool.
I returned home and installed my monitor, the clarity was incredible. Then I checked out my new views. I was looking into Carly’s parked car. Then I switched to what looked like a conference room, then into what was Carly’s private bathroom and then finally into Carly’s spacious office where my darling was busy at work doing some paperwork.
I watched her intently. Only she could make doing paperwork look so sexy.
I texted her
“Good, you’ve done well. Be a sweetheart and take off your coat, it should be a crime to cover up those magnificent breasts with that much clothing.”
She checked her phone, read the message and gave me an annoyed look. But sure enough she shed her coat and hung it up on the rack.
Her obedience excited me
She was wearing a pretty conservative white blouse but it still clung to her big breasts tightly.
I sent her another text
“Unbutton the top 2 buttons.”
She did so; exposing some sexy cleavage.
“Take off your bra.”
She gave me a quizzical look through the camera. Then she texted
“I can’t I have a meeting with my boss, he could be here any second.”
I replied
“Do it.”
She knew she had to do what I told her.
She went into her bathroom. I switched views.
She took off her blouse and unhooked her bra. Then she put her blouse back on, leaving the top 2 buttons open. She looked so sexy.
Her breasts looked like they were begging to be released from her blouse.
“Good, you look beautiful; now put the bra on your desk so your boss knows you aren’t wearing a bra.”
She gave me another look like she didn’t want to do it. She hesitantly put the bra on the corner of her desk.
“Good, now I know you won’t want to do this but unbutton your blouse one more button.”
She shook her head. She refused to do so.
I sent her another text
“Check your email.”
She did, opening up the video of her sucking my dick. She closed it quickly.
She gulped and slowly unbuttoned her blouse one more button.
Her breasts almost popped out of her shirt entirely!
They were half way out of her blouse, her nipples were barely covered.
As she was adjusting her blouse to make it work best the door opened and her boss walked in.
She stood up to greet him; this gave her breasts a jiggle and they almost popped out again!
“Why Good afternoon Ms. Dawn”
“Good afternoon Mr. Seymour”
They shook hands
Her boss looked like an asshole, he was old. Probably in his 50’s or early 60’s but he looked strong minded. He had the typical rich arrogant prick image.
He sat down on the opposite side of the table from Carly. This was a meeting that would decide whether Carly got a promotion or not, she had never had much luck with Mr. Seymour before.
He noticed the bra on her table, but said nothing. Instead of looking Carly eye to eye he stared exclusively at her breasts and made no attempt to hide it. This made Carly extremely uncomfortable, she was used to using her brain to get ahead, not her body.
She went through financial figures and graphs and charts. Mr. Seymour just nodded in approval, obviously distracted.
This excited me.
I sent her a text
“Hike up your skirt, then drop something that he will have to pick up.”
She quickly read her phone
She had no time to argue with me, she knew she had to do it. She hiked up her skirt way up to almost her crotch area, her panties were visible.
Then she clumsily dropped some papers on Mr. Seymour’s side of the table.
This knocked him out of his trance as he bent down to pick up the papers.
She hiked up her skirt a little more, this definitely caught his attention, his eyes climbed her long radiant peach legs all the way up to her exposed black panties.
He finally returned with her papers and put them on her desk. She thanked him and continued talking.
His hand slowly reached under the table and touched her softly on the leg. He let his hand rest on her knee before stroking the smooth thigh.
Carly kept talking, trying to ignore the wrinkled hand creeping up her thigh. Finally her boss interrupted her
“You know Carly I’ve been waiting for this for a while.” He smiled
Carly remained silent. He continued.
“You’re a smart girl, it’s about time you figured out how to take advantage of your assets.”
He smiled sadistically
“Keep dressing like this, and you get your promotion.”
“Thank you sir.” Carly replied. I could read her mind, she had such mixed feelings, on one hand she was happy that she got the promotion she so badly wanted, but on the other hand she got it for all the wrong reamisters.
Mr. Seymour continued.
“Come now, to my office, let’s celebrate.” He snapped his fingers and walked out of the room, motioning her to follow him. She did.
Damn, I couldn’t see them anymore; I really wanted to see that old bastard give it to her.
I waited around, watching intently for her to come back. It was hours before she finally returned to her office. Her hair was a mess, her makeup was screwed up, obviously the boss gave it to her good.
She entered the bathroom and fixed up her hair and makeup. I texted her.
“Tell me all about what he did to you.”
She replied
“I will when I get home, I’m really tired right now, I’m coming home.”
She packed up and walked out to her car. About half way through the car ride, the car came to a stop as she pulled over. She was obviously disgruntled.
“What happened” I texted
“Damn, cop pulled me over.”
This gave me an idea
“I want you to flirt your way out of it. If you get a ticket you will be punished when you get home.”
She looked confused
“How, I’ve never gotten out of a ticket.”
“Unbutton your blouse and act like a slut.”
The cop walked up to the car. He was probably in his 40’s, he was really tall and built and had a thick beard, he looked experienced.
Carly unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse and stuck her chest out. She still wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Is there a problem officer” she asked in a seductive voice
“Yes m’am, you were 10 miles over the speed limit.”
She replied
“Oh how clumsy of me.”
She stuck her chest out more
The officer noticed this
He smiled for a second before continuing
“The city has told us to take speeding very seriously m’am, my partner and I are going to need to search you to make sure you are not on any illegal substances.”
He called his partner up. He was a scrawny guy, much younger; he couldn’t have been older then early twenties.
“M’am could you get out of the car”
Carly stepped outside.
The older cop led her to the passenger side of the car.
I switched views to the camera that showed what was going on outside, I watched eagerly.
He instructed her to put her hands on the roof of the car and spread her legs. I saw him smile at his young partner who looked equally excited.
He began patting her down with his big rough hands. He skimmed past her arms and back. He put his hand on her waist and slowly patted upwards. He stopped at her breasts and started squeezing them through her blouse.
Carly exclaimed
“What are you doing!”
“Well M’am looks like you have some deadly weapons under your blouse.”
The other cop started laughing at the cruel joke
I didn’t know this kind of stuff happened in real life; it was wrong but very exciting!
Carly screamed
“Please stop!”
“Listen slut, you wanted to flirt your way out of a ticket. I’ve been around for a while, it’s gonna take more than flirting, you’re going to earn it.” He smiled
He kicked her legs farther apart; causing her skirt to ride up. He took out his knife and cut her skirt all the way up to her waist, he tore off the rest and cast it aside.
“Well well, you don’t see an ass like that every day do you Tommy” he laughed as he admired Carly’s tight and round thong clad bottom.
“Let me touch it.” The other cop whined
“Shut up rookie you’ll wait your turn!” The older cop screamed
He gave her a hard spank on her right cheek; causing Carly to let out a sharp yelp.
The officer laughed before once again sliding his hands up towards her breasts. He ripped her blouse open causing most of the buttons to break and causing her big breasts to pop out.
He started mauling her bare breasts with his brutish hands.
“Mmm, so big, so soft, so perky.”
There wasn’t much traffic on that particular road and the car was blocking the view of what was going on from any passing cars.

After manipulating Carly’s breasts in each and every way he could, he reached for his handcuffs and handcuffed her and told her to stand up straight and face him.
She looked so sexy; her torn blouse could do nothing to stop her bare breasts from pushing out as far as possible, and her luscious ass looked perfect in that small black thong.
He gave her another sharp smack on the ass.
“Suck my dick bitch” he said cruelly
He unzipped his pants, unleashing a monster dick! It was hairy and thick and it must’ve been 12 inches at least!
Carly gulped, before getting on her knees. The rough pavement hurt her knees.
She couldn’t imagine how she could fit that monster dick in her mouth, the very thought of it made her want to puke.
Her eyes began to tear. The officer ran out of patience, her grabbed her head and powerd her mouth to accept his dick.
He powerd it deep down her throat: powering her to bob her head to keep from obligation.
He ran his coarse fingers through her long silky brown hair as she blew him
He lasted forever, he almost seemed bored as he played with Carly’s tits and hair casually, Carly must’ve been wondering how much longer he could last.
As he mauled her tit’s Carly started bobbing her head as fast as she could; desperate to get this over.
“Mm there you go.” He said
He slowly started moaning and after what seemed like an eternity he exploded in Carly’s mouth.
Wow I had never seen that much cum come out of a cock before, Carly was overwhelmed. He picked up her torn skirt from the side of the road and laughed as he cleaned off her face with it.
“Go head kid, your turn.”
The younger cop was ecstatic, he walked up to Carly and whipped out his cock, it was pretty long; probably about 9 inches; but nowhere close to as thick as the older cop.
“Stand up.” The older cop instructed Carly.
She did
The younger cop bent her body over so her mouth could suck his dick, the older one walked up to her ass and slid her thong down her legs and cast it aside.
Carly started sucking the fresh cock, the older cop inspected the hot ass and pussy that was in front of him. He split her ass cheeks and took a big whiff of her ass.
This was enough to resurrect his big dick.
He grabbed a hold of her waist and started ruthlessly fucking her pussy from behind. Carly let out the loudest scream I’ve heard in my life.
The younger cop showed a mean streak himself as he gave her a hard slap in the face and powerd his cock deep down her throat; reducing her loud screams to muffled moans.
Carly found it excruciatingly hard to suck on the cock in front of her as her pussy was getting ripped apart from behind.
A few minutes in the young cop exploded all over Carly, he then simply stepped back and enjoyed the show that his veteran partner was putting on.
And believe me it was quite a show
Carly once again started screaming at the top of her lungs, the cop however showed no signs of slowing down.
He reached around her body and once again started vulgarly squeezing her tits; adding to her pain.
Soon Carly, not being able to support her own weight, collapsed to the ground.
The cop however held her waist and legs up as he continued ruthlessly fucking her.
Carly’s face and chest rested on the rough pavement, her once shrill screams now reduced to quiet moans through sheer exhaustion.
Finally after what seemed like hours the cop withdrew his dick from her pussy and put his penis head on her ass hole and deposited another huge load in Carly.
He gave her a smack on the ass and let her waist fall to the floor with the rest of her body.
“Now that’s how you get out of a ticket in my town honey.” He laughed
He gave the other cop a high five and walked back to his car. The other cop took off Carly’s handcuffs and joined his partner in the car and they drove off; leaving Carly naked; collapsed on the rough pavement.
Carly lied there for a while, not having the strength to get up. Finally she managed to stagger to her feet. She picked up her thong and clumsily slid it back on. Her skirt was no longer in usable condition; she left it on the road as she got back into the car.
She adjusted her ripped blouse so it covered as much of her chest as possible and then she started to drive home.
After watching for a little while longer I told my parents that I was going to relaxover at a friend’s house and I headed over next door.
I made myself comfortable in Carly’s bed; eagerly awaiting for her to come home.
Eventually the door opened. Carly walked into her room
“Oh fuck not you again.”
I decided to let that go
“Come sit down sweetheart, I’ve been waiting a long time for you to come home.”
She walked over to the bed; she was noticeable limping from the pounding she took earlier.
She sat down on the bed beside me
I put my arms around her; I slipped off her blouse and started playing with her breasts.
I slowly put my mouth around her left nipple and started sucking.
She suddenly pushed my mouth away and stood up
“You know what I’ve had enough of this! I’ve been getting used all day like I’m some kind of slut!” she screamed angrily
“I let your first comment go but you are way out of line! Now come here so I can punish you.”
“Fuck You.” She replied coldly
“Listen bitch, you think the day you had today was tough What do you think will happen to a hot piece of ass like you in primister You know what; I would actually love to find out.”
I picked up the phone and dial 9-1
“NO NO NO!!!” she begged
I stopped
“Good, now walk your ass back here and sit on this bed, you’ve been a bad girl, you need to be punished.”
She submissively sat down on the bed beside me.
I took her in my arm, I bent her body over my lap.
I’ve wanted to do this for a while.
I slid her thong down.
SMACK
I gave her a hard smack on her left ass cheek.
“OWWW!” she screamed
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
A light red color that began to take over her ass cheek
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
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Her screams evolved into howls of pain
SMACK
SMACK
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Tears flooded freely from her eyes
SMACK
SMACK
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A deep color of purple in the shape of my handprint spread over her ass cheek. I compared it to the golden peach color of her untouched right ass cheek.
I didn’t want to do any permanent damage to her beautiful ass so I decided to switch cheeks
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A fresh sense of pain hit her
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The thrill of disciplinarily spanking a grown woman provided me with an unequaled sense of pleasure.
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Her howls of pain probably could’ve been heard throughout the neighborhood, I didn’t care though.
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I didn’t stop until the purple color on her right ass cheek matched the left.
“Now for the second part of your punishment, anal.”
“Please no, anything but that.”
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I struck her hard on both ass cheeks
“OOOOOOOOOWWW!!!” she screamed
“What do you say when I give you an order.”
“Yes master.” She obliged
“Good slut, and next time you disobey I will use a belt.”
I split apart her heavily bruised ass cheeks and licked her ass hole. I loved the taste of it, I continued licking it.
Mm I could eat a meal out of that ass
As I explored her ass with my tongue I sent shivers down her spine.
I whipped out my dick.
I slowly entered her ass hole
She screamed. her pain was almost unbearable as my whole length was in her ass hole.
The feeling for me was unbelievable. It was so much tighter around my dick then her pussy, much drier and warmer.
Slowly I started thrusting in and out of her ass, gradually going faster; causing her to scream louder.
I had masturbated so many times that day that I lasted surprisingly long. I soaked in each second I fucked that glorious ass.
Finally I came; much to the relief of Carly.
“Now, will you ever disobey me again” I asked
“No Master.” She responded
“Good, now go get a shower, you’re filthy, and we have a long night in front of us.”
“Yes Master.” She said as she immediately got up and limped into the bathroom.
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Cuckolded And Hating It!


My name is John. I am 37 years old, and my wife Elaine is twenty two. When I married her three years ago, she was a naive 19 year old with long, flame red hair, large breasts and long shapely legs. I was delighted when she agreed to marry me despite the age difference, and have been very happy with her. Up until recently that is.

Now that the sexual excitement had died down a bit, I had been reading the letters in men's magazines. I became particularly intrigued with those from men who liked the idea of other better endowed men fucking their wives while they watched. I began to imagine Elaine in that position, and this got me very excited. Soon, it became an obsession. Finally when I tentatively broached the subject with Elaine, she dismissed the idea, saying that I should be grateful she did not try to find a bigger, younger man. If she did, she went on, I would undoubtedly regret starting the whole thing. I should have heeded the warning, but felt confident in myself that our marriage could stand it.

Oh dear.

Elaine and I both work for a small stationery suppliers run by Mrs Andrews, a 45 year old Jamaican lady. Most of her staff are black, Elaine and I being the only white employees. I worked as Sales Manager in a large office, with my secretary Sharon and Lenny, Mrs Andrew's mister who had been brought in recently as my assistant, in order to learn the business. I always felt that they did not show me sufficient respect. I didn't know whether that was because I was white, or because they considered me some sort of Wuss. I was later to find out. Elaine worked in the Accounts department, with two 17 year old black girls, Amy and Karen.

Each day, Elaine would come to my office to collect me, and we would go to lunch together. Since Lenny arrived, she began to chat with him more and more, and they became very friendly. I am sure you have worked out by now what was to come. Sadly, I did not.

One evening, we were sitting watching TV, when out of the blue Elaine said:

"All right John, if you still want me to go out and get fucked by another man, I will do it. However, I will not let you watch, just give you details afterwards. I still believe though, that if I do you will regret it." At the time, I didn't care, I was just over the moon that she had agreed to make my fantasy a reality. She told me she had met a suitable man, and provisionally agreed to meet him the following evening.

"This is your last chance to back out, John" she told me. "Things may never be the same between us afterwards." I declined to back out, and begged her to go for it.

I could hardly contain myself the next day at the thought of my pretty young wife in the arms of another man. I wondered what he looked like, whether he would be bigger than me and if she would enjoy herself.

When we got home from work, Elaine went straight upstairs to have a bath and get ready for her new man. She came downstairs three quarters of an hour later looking absolutely stunning. She had on my favourite blue dress, which accentuated her ample bust, and was short enough to show a fair amount of thigh. Her hair and make up had been done beautifully, and at that moment I really wanted to fuck her myself. I felt my first pang of jealousy at what was about to happen.

"I may be late" she said imperiously, "I wouldn't wait up if I were you." With that she swept out of the door.

I went to bed fairly early, but lay there in a state of high excitement, my imagination working overtime. Finally, at about 1 a.m., I heard Elaine's key in the door. She came straight upstairs and breezed into the bedroom. Her hair and make up were messed up, and she had a flushed look and a sparkle in her eyes. Just what you would expect from a woman who had spent the evening being expertly fucked.

"Did you have a nice time?" I asked excitedly.

"The best time of my life" she responded happily. "I never believed sex could be so good. He made me feel more of a woman tonight than you have in all of our marriage. I was right John, you are going to regret starting this. Tonight is not going to be a one-off, I am going back for more and more. My new lover is younger, bigger, better in bed and much better looking than you. You will be lucky if you ever get to have me after him!" Her words had me extremely aroused, but apprehension began to set in.

Chapter 2

We went to work next morning in the car in virtual silence, both thinking about the events of the night before. Elaine had given me a blow by blow account of her sex session. It had excited me greatly, but she had refused to let me have sex with her as she didn't feel it would be right after having the other man.

I walked into my office and said good morning to Lenny and Sharon. They responded, with what seemed to me to be a contemptuous smirk on their faces. I remarked to Lenny that he seemed to be pleased with himself.

"I had a wonderful evening". he said. "Picked up this horny white housewife, and spent four hours fucking her brains out. She loved it!. Told me her husband was a tiny cocked wimp, who had actually encouraged her to go out and get fucked by another man. Can you believe that?" I reddened slightly, knowing that I had done the same with my wife.

At about 11, Mrs Andrew called me in to her office and told me to sit down.

"You are not much of a man are you Evans?" was her opening remark.

"I don't understand" I replied.

"Encouraging your wife to go out with my mister, and spend the evening being fucked by him in my house. Being fucked very well, from the noises I was hearing." I was completely stunned.

"I..I didn't know" I blurted out.

"Stupid as well" she spat back. "Well if that is the sort of man you are, I don't consider you fit to be my Sales Manager. From now on, Lenny will be in charge. You will take your instructions from him, and give him every assistance while he settles in. That is all." I left her office with my head reeling.

I returned to my office to knowing smirks from both Lenny and Sharon. Hell, even my young secretary knew what had gone on! Twenty minutes later, Elaine came into the office. I looked up to speak to her, but she totally ignored me, running up to Lenny and hugging and kissing him.

"Congratulations on your promotion" she squealed, "it's wonderful. We should celebrate, how about I come round again tonight, and you fuck me senseless?"

"Sounds good to me" retorted Lenny, "see you about seven" Elaine kissed him again, and still ignoring me, returned to her office. I could not believe my wife had acted that way, knowing that Lenny's promotion had meant I had lost my job. My fantasy was rapidly turning sour.

At five o clock I went down to Elaine's office as usual to take her home. Only Amy and Karen were in the office.

"Where is Elaine?" I asked.

"She left a bit early to get ready for hot date" replied Amy, "She said she was expecting to be well fucked by the end of the evening"

"That's right" added Karen, "But she didn't say anything about you being there!" The two youngsters looked at each other and began to giggle. Embarrassed, I left quickly, realising that the whole company knew about my wife's infidelity with Lenny.

When I arrived home, Elaine was already ready to go out. I told her that I was amazed at her reaction at the news that Lenny had taken my job. Her reply was that it was not her fault that I was a loser. That really hurt.

"Look" I said, "I know I agreed with you going with another man, but why pick someone we work with, and why two nights running?"

"As far as I am concerned" she responded, "it is none of your business who I get to fuck me and how often. You gave up any right to my body when you agreed to let someone else have me. I will be spending a lot of time with Lenny's huge black cock inside me, and I doubt very much whether there will be any left for you."

"You are not serious?!" I pleaded.

"Never more serious John. Have a good evening." With that she left for her date.

Again it was about 1 a.m. before she returned. She undressed, and before I knew what was happening, straddled my head.

"Open your mouth" she ordered. Shocked at the tone of her voice, I automatically opened.

"Lenny wanted you to have this" she said, and his cum began to drip from her puffy, gaping cunt into my mouth, making me feel nauseous. When she had finished, she lay down contentedly by my side.

"He gets better and better" she observed. "He had me so hot, that I agreed to do anything he wanted, things I would never do for you. He has got me addicted to black cock, I am never, and I mean never going back!!" Despite the misery her words were causing, I was aroused, and begged her to let me fuck her just once.

"You must be joking" she exclaimed, "Why do you think I came home? I needed a rest from the constant pounding of Lenny's weapon. Go in the bathroom and jerk off if the thought of Lenny and I has got you worked up." Laughing to herself, she turned over and went to relax.

Chapter 3

Next morning, I was getting breakfast when Elaine came down, still in her nightdress. I said she had better hurry and get dressed or we would be late.

"I have phoned in sick" she replied, and with an evil grin said:

"Mrs Andrews was very good about it, she said she would ask Lenny to pop in this afternoon to make sure I am OK. Looks like you are going to be busy today. Me too!"

Having worked late, I returned home at seven, to be greeted by Elaine still in her nightdress. She took great delight in telling me what a dynamic, thrusting boss I had, who knew what he wanted and went out and got it. Also that he never left a job until it had been completed to everyone's satisfaction. I could take no more, and went to bed early.

Next day at lunchtime, Elaine came into my office and made straight for Lenny. Kissing him warmly, she enquired where he was going to take her to be fucked for the next hour or so.

"Why not do it in here, in front of the wimp" piped up Sharon.

"He may get some enjoyment out of that" countered Elaine.