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I Got Needs Ch. 02

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It had been two weeks since the young high school band director Suzanne Baines was blackmailed into having sex with her boss, Principal Randy “Bull” Jefferson. He had acquired some pictures from a security camera of a student kissing her, even though she had pushed the boy away and discouraged his advances.

In the two weeks, Suzanne had hoped that perhaps Bull had forgotten about the “deal” he had made with her: that if she made herself available to him whenever he e-mailed her with “I.G.N.” in the subject line (for “I Got Needs”), he would not release the photos to the public. Suzanne had also just ended her menstruation cycle, which was a major relief to her. It meant that Bull was more than likely telling her the truth when he told her he had had a vasectomy, and could not get her pregnant.

Suzanne had also not had intimate relations with her husband Tom for over two months, and it was really starting to bother him. He kept pestering her for sex, but she was just not interested. And how could she be? Even though she almost hated her principal, there was no way her husband could satisfy her sexually the way Bull had that night. Besides that, she felt guilty about what had happened, which made her feel that it would also be “wrong” of her to give herself to her husband, now that she had had sex with another man. It was all so confusing!

Still, she took some comfort that her tormented soul was “healing,” as she had not heard from Bull in two weeks. Perhaps she was a disappointment to him sexually. That was fine with her! She thought that, maybe, if given some time away from sex altogether, she might be able to be intimate with her husband again.

When Suzanne arrived at work, she went into her large empty classroom and turned on the lights, then made her way over to her separate office room where she put her purse and lunchbox down next to her desk. She sat at the chair and turned on her computer. Once it had booted up, she brought up her e-mail program as she did nearly every day as part of her before-school routine. As the new e-mail messages loaded into her inbox, she saw one from her husband. It was an apology for the fight they had had that morning about his low-paying job situation. She appreciated his apology, but was still frustrated that he did not offer to look for a job with better pay and benefits. She would have to calmly explain her frustration to him tonight. Then another e-mail came. It was from RJefferson, and it simply read, “I.G.N.” in the subject line. There was no additional text in the body of the e-mail. Suzanne’s heart just sank. She just stared at it for a long time, trying to decide what she was going to do. If she went to the authorities to complain of sexual harassment, he would proudly state that they had consensual sex that night, or he would release the photos, or both. Her life would be ruined. She just wanted to cry. Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the time when students were to begin entering classrooms. In seven minutes, her first period class would begin. She grabbed a tissue, dabbed at her eyes and blew her nose to compose herself, then got up and smiled as some of the “early bird” students began to arrive with their instruments.

—

At lunch time, Suzanne finally had the room to herself again, and she was hungry. She went back into her office, sat down, and opened up her lunchbox on her desk. As she took her first bite of ham sandwich, she checked her e-mails, as she always did at lunchtime. She had forgotten about this morning’s e-mail from Bull until she saw it again, almost jumping out at her.

She sighed in her seat and leaned against the back of the chair. “What am I going to do?” she asked herself out loud. She remembered that Bull had told her that whenever she got an e-mail like that, she was to reply with a time that she could make it over to his office across campus and perform her “duty” with him. She resigned herself to the fact that, most likely by the time she went home today, she will have had sex with her boss again. As she sat with that thought on her mind, she began to try to “psyche herself up for it.” She feared that if she wallowed in her personal misery over this, she could really get psychologically messed up.

So Suzanne began to reflect on that night two weeks ago. She shuddered at the memories of walking into his office, not knowing exactly what to expect. But then she remembered how he did take the time to stimulate her orally, even to the point of her own orgasm! She knew that technically, that didn’t necessarily indicate that he “cared” for her feelings. She knew that some men, like her husband, loved spending “face-time” down there. Though she didn’t understand the male fascination with the female sex organs, it was usually a good thing for the woman, if the man knew what he was doing! Nevertheless, she knew that Bull could have just “dry-humped” her, which would have gotten his rocks off but would have been miserable for her. The fact that he took the time to get her slick and wet before penetrating her with his Bostancı Olgun Escort large penis definitely helped a lot that night, as she also recalled the tremendous, unexpected SECOND orgasm she had—a simple result of the sheer length and girth of Bull’s organ.

Suzanne pondered what had physically caused her to have such a mind-blowing orgasm, since she had never experienced that during sex with her husband. She assumed it had something to do with Bull’s penis size, but what did it have to do with her own anatomy? Then she remembered how some of her college girlfriends used to talk about “g-spots,” an area supposedly deep within a woman’s vagina, that if contacted, would help bring a woman to orgasm more quickly. She had always assumed it was a myth, but perhaps there was something to it after all. Perhaps her husband’s penis just wasn’t long enough to reach her “g-spot.”

Strangely, she was beginning to get butterflies in her stomach. It was much more of a “nervous,” even “excited” feeling rather than “pit-in-your-stomach” upset. Why was she feeling this way? Whenever she thought of Bull as a person, she just wanted to vomit. But now that she was thinking of him as an object which could bring her extreme pleasures, she warmed up to the idea of having sex with him again. She smiled as she realized that this is exactly what women complain about in men—that they view women as “objects” and not real people. But since Bull obviously didn’t really “love” her, and she had no desire for him to, she decided that if her thinking of him as an “object” could get her through these little trysts with him, then by golly that’s what she was going to do. She suddenly felt empowered and more in control than she had two weeks ago! She had finished most of her lunch when the bell rang to end lunchtime. She hurriedly threw away her trash and zipped up her lunchbox, replacing it on the floor as students began trickling in once again.

—

Two hours later, the last bell of the day rang, indicating the end of the instructional day. As her students began putting their instruments away, Suzanne reminded them of the academic responsibility they have to practice an hour per night, and that she wasn’t sure many of them were doing so.

Jose walked up to her as other students were leaving. He was the boy who had made a pass at her two weeks ago, getting her in this whole blackmail mess in the first place. Still, she was flattered that he found her attractive, as she was about eleven years older than he. “Hey, Mrs. Baines,” he began nervously. “I made you this CD mix,” he said as he handed her a home computer CD. “I know we’ve been talking about Metal lately, and I wanted to give you a sampling of some of my favorite bands,” he finished.

“Well, Jose, that was very sweet of you,” she smiled. “I’ll give it a listen and tell you what I think.”

“Th-thanks,” Jose smiled. Then he got closer and quieter, more serious: “And I’m sorry about what happened.”

He had already apologized for that, Suzanne thought. Why was he bringing it up now? “Just don’t do it again,” she reprimanded. “It could get me in a lot of trouble,” she said, thinking of how she almost already was!

Jose smiled and turned to walk out of the classroom as Mr. Jefferson walked in. “Oh, hey, Mr. Jefferson,” he greeted as they passed each other in the door. Suzanne cursed herself for forgetting to reply to Bull’s e-mail this morning.

Bull said nothing to Jose, but turned to watch him walk around the corner of the hallway. When Jose was out of sight, he turned to face Suzanne. He walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

“Still spending some after-school time with Mr. Rodriguez, are we?” he taunted.

“Please stop that,” she grimaced as she walked across the room to pick up a stray piece of music on the floor. “I told you that it was nothing, and that I pushed him away and told him to never do that again.”

Bull waited a moment before replying. “Hm. You’re probably right,” he said as he leaned against the door and folded his arms. “Too bad those pictures don’t show that,” she smiled.

“Yeah, too bad,” Suzanne retorted sarcastically, knowing full well Bull could have printed THOSE pictures from the security camera as well, but obviously didn’t since they would be “evidence” supporting her claim and destroying his blackmail.

“Did you get my e-mail this morning?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t respond to it right away. The truth is, I was busy all day and forgot to reply,” she explained as she filed the stray music in a cabinet before turning to face him.

“Likely story,” he said. She didn’t know what to make of that comment, but he seemed to not mean anything nasty about it. He continued before she could respond. “Well,” he said as he walked away from the wall towards her, arms still crossed. “I was in the neighborhood anyway.”

“You mean…you want to do it in HERE?” Suzanne asked in amazement.

“Sure,” he shrugged. “Why not?”

“Well,” she began as Bostancı Sarışın Escort she tried to think of a good excuse, “For one thing, a student could walk in on us!”

Bull shook his head as he moved closer to her. “Door’s locked. Any other excuse?” he asked as he unzipped his trousers.

The butterflies were going crazy suddenly! “Well…” she trailed off, desperate for a better excuse.

“Tell ya what,” Bull said as he moved just inches from her, “While you’re thinking about that, I’m going to pull my dick outta my boxers and fly, and you’re going to suck on it.”

Suzanne was shocked for the moment at his crudeness, but couldn’t think of anything else to do but look down as he fumbled with his penis. Gosh, it sure was a monster—even before it was erect! She just stared at it, dangling out of his fly. She really hadn’t gotten a good look at it last time. The facts that it was very dark and large were about all she could notice about it.

“Get on your knees,” Bull quietly ordered.

Suzanne froze again. She rarely—only on very special occasions—performed oral sex on her husband. She just didn’t like the way it smelled or tasted. But here she was, stuck in a blackmail situation in which if she did not comply with this request, he could call off the deal and release those photos. “What have I got to lose?” she asked herself as she lowered herself down on her knees, face-to-face with the behemoth that would later be the source of her own bliss.

“Have you ever sucked on a black cock before?” Bull asked nastily.

She shook her head. “I normally don’t even put my husband’s in my mouth,” she replied, looking up at Bull.

He laughed. “Well, your tits, pussy and ass belongs to me now, anyway. So let’s just make add your mouth to my collection, OK?”

She pursed her lips at that crude sentiment. “Great,” she thought sarcastically to herself as she reached up to take his swelling penis in her left hand. She lifted the head up to her mouth as she opened her lips to take it in. Her mouth felt very warm, almost hot, as it slowly slid its way over the head. She noticed as she got closer to Bull’s body that he must have put some sort of cologne on down here. She could only faintly smell the sweaty odor from his crotch, though she could taste the saltiness on his penis.

“Mmm,” Bull voiced as she moved her mouth up and down the crown of his penis and just beyond that. That was as far as she could go without gagging. Her jaw was opened wide, and she hoped it didn’t lock in this position. She looked up at him, and his eyes were closed and his breathing was picking up.

“That’s it, baby,” he said quietly. “Suck on my big, black cock.” As it hardened, Suzanne could barely get her fingers around it. She looked at her hand as she grasped his manhood, and noticed her wedding band on her ring finger catching some of the fluorescent lights overhead. It reminded her of her unfaithfulness. The only thing she could do to comply with Bull’s blackmail and not overwhelm herself with guilt was to close her own eyes as she continued the oral stimulation.

Suzanne was not really enjoying this, but she hoped that if he were to ejaculate now, she might be excused from anything else this afternoon. Then she wondered if she would be able to tell he was going to ejaculate before he did so. She definitely was not a “swallower”!

“Ah, that’s it, baby,” Bull breathed. “Your mouth is so hot and wet!”

She tried to pick up the pace a little, hoping to hurry him along.

Suddenly, Bull pushed her head away. “OK, that’s enough, baby. That’s enough. I’m hard enough and I’m ready to go. Now let’s just get you ready…” he said.

Happy to be finished with that part of foreplay, but sad that the ordeal would not be over soon, she stood up and turned away from him as she wiped some saliva off of her chin, not knowing what to expect next.

Bull embraced her from behind and moved her long brown hair away from her neck so he could kiss, lick, and nibble on it.

As he kissed her neck, he reached with his right hand under her tan, flowy skirt and began to tug at her panties while he groped a breast over her brown sweater with his left hand. Not knowing what else to do, she helped him get her light blue cotton panties to the floor.

Suddenly, Suzanne remembered that she hadn’t had a chance to clean herself, as she usually liked to do before any sexual activity. “I…I probably should go clean up first,” she said quietly.

“Did you take a shower this morning?” Bull asked.

“I took a bath. I always take a bath,” she replied.

“That’s good enough for me. I like the natural smell of a pussy,” Bull whispered huskily in her ear.

Bull then put his hands on both shoulders and began to turn her around to face him. She couldn’t look him in the eye. He understood and started to kiss her cheeks, then down to her neck, still manipulating her breast with one hand and now squeezing her buttocks over her skirt with his other hand. It was all Bostancı Şişman Escort so surreal to her!

Bull tugged at the bottom of Suzanne’s sweater and pulled it up over her head. Then he began to unbutton her blouse. As he did, he breathed, “I gotta suck on them luscious titties o’ yours.” He helped her out of her bra, so that all she was wearing was her brown flowy skirt. No top, no panties, and now, no bra.

Bull massaged her breasts with his hands, and then bent down to lick, then nibble, then suck on her right breast. Then he alternated to the left one, then back to the right one. Suzanne’s breath increased. This was definitely arousing!

She decided right there and then that she was going to make him please her body. She wanted to feel his pulsating penis deep inside her, touching that special spot it had two weeks ago. She reared her head back and closed her eyes.

Then Bull said, “Let’s go into your office.”

—

Jose had left the building and started to walk home when he decided he really needed to see Mrs. Baines again. His crush on her was overwhelming him, and he sensed that she was attracted to him, too. As he wrestled with his feelings, he concluded that he was just going to go back there and tell her how he felt, damn the world for making such a relationship taboo! He turned around and headed back to the school.

When Jose arrived, he found that the performing arts building was already locked. He was disappointed, but he knew that Mrs. Baines was still in her room because he could see the classroom lights on through the window above her office.

It was quiet around the campus, and getting dark. Jose decided it would be safe to climb the tree outside the window and try to get Mrs. Baines’ attention through it.

Once he had climbed high enough to look into the window, Jose could not believe what he was seeing. He looked down onto Mrs. Baines’ desk, only to see her lying on it, on her back, nearly fully-clothed except for her long skirt bunched up to her waist, her legs spread wide, and a black man burying his face in her panty-free crotch.

Jose immediately ducked in embarrassment and fear that one of them had spotted him. But while he began to rage with jealousy, he also had to see more. This was a chance he might never get again—to see his lovely music teacher engaged in sex! He peeked his eyes over the window once more and saw the couple again. Mrs. Baines’ head was resting on her desk, but turned to the left with her eyes closed. Jose was relieved they hadn’t seen him!

As he watched, he felt blood rush into his dick as it hardened under his pants. It was a little uncomfortable as his penis was not able to rise straight up, but he could not adjust himself as he needed both hands to steady himself on the tree branches he was sprawling over. He decided to ignore that issue and continue watching the free sex show.

Jose studied the man. He knew it wasn’t Mrs. Baines’ husband, as he had met Mr. Baines at one of the band concerts last year. The thought that Mrs. Baines would be willing to cheat on her husband gave him a little hope for his own ambitions with her. But who was this guy?

Then Jose saw Mrs. Baines’ head raise to look at her partner’s head between her legs. She still hadn’t seem him. She then grabbed under both her knees, and he could see her body begin to shake. “So this is what a female orgasm looks like,” he thought to himself, completely turned on. He wished he could keep this vision in his memory forever!

All of a sudden, Jose’s cell phone began to ring. He almost lost his balance in the tree by trying to grab it so fast so as to not attract any attention. When he saw that it was his mother calling, he hit the “Ignore” button and looked around, relieved that no one seemed to be around to hear the commotion.

As Jose closed his phone, he saw the black lens on its cover. He had forgotten that he had a camera phone with him! Maybe he could take some pictures, without the flash, and save them in his phone. They would be cherished treasures! He could even show them to some of his friends, like Hector, his cousin who also thought Mrs. Baines’ body “rocked.” He reached into his pocket as carefully as he could without losing his balance, and was relieved he was able to retrieve the device. He opened it, set it for camera, aimed it down to the desk, and snapped the picture. It worked! He could see her entire body, legs spread, and faintly he could make out the head of the man. “Cool,” Jose smiled to himself.

Jose looked through the window again. Now Mrs. Baines’ shaking had subsided. The man stood up but continued to look down at her, so he did not see Jose in the window. Then Jose was shocked as he identified Mrs. Baines’ lover—it was Mr. Jefferson, his principal! “Naughty, naughty lady,” Jose thought to himself. Wow…Mrs. Baines was having an affair with Mr. Jefferson! What a piece of gossip he had! But Jose stopped that line of thinking. If he truly had feelings for Mrs. Baines, why would he want to hurt her in that way?

Still, he had to have pictures! He aimed his camera phone again and snapped another picture. This one more clearly showed Mr. Jefferson. Then Jose looked down to see Mr. Jefferson aim his dick—and what a monster that was—at Mrs. Baines’ pussy. “Man, that pussy must be wet,” Jose thought.

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Out in the living room I sat on the chair to wait. I knew I was expected to try to be feminine, so I sat lightly on the edge, ankles crossed and legs together, hands folded on my knees. It must have been at least ten minutes before Sandra came out. She looked flushed when she came into the room. Her clothes were straight though, as was her hair. Her nipples showed even more than before. I wondered if she had been playing with herself, and if she had did she cum. Then a thought came to me, if I’m here to serve her in any way, why would she masturbate instead of having me get her off. Had I done something wrong, is that why she left me out of it? Was she not happy with how her birthday was going? I told myself that I would do better, would try not to even hesitate no matter what she wanted of me.

“Why are you sitting, I didn’t tell you to sit down?” Sandra said harshly. I jumped up from the chair, standing meekly. She walked over and sat in the chair, walking past me as if I wasn’t there. I just stood looking at the floor.

“Bring me the footstool Chrissy.” Her voice was flat, no hint at her thoughts. I rushed to bring it to her, sliding it under her raised feet. “Take my shoes of hun, my feet are sore.” I doubted that, she wore heels for much longer without any complaints. I didn’t let that slow me down though; I was determined to make her happy. I undid the snap on the front strap of her shoe, then tenderly lifted her food, slipping it free. I laid it down and did the same for the other. I looked up at her face from where I was, on my knees at her feet. She was watching me and smiled a little, making me grin. I had done well. I reached out and put my hands on her foot, beginning to massage it. I know this is something she likes.

“Ooh, Chrissy, how did you know what I wanted. You are such a good maid.” I kept working on her feet, just happy that she was enjoying what I was doing for her. That was the point of today after all. I looked up and saw that her head was laid back, eyes closed. After a while I switched to her other foot, and she moaned softly. The foot I had just put down was moved to the edge of the footstool closest to her, her knee in the air and a little off to the side. I looked up at her again, and I could see up under her skirt. She was bare underneath, no panties on. The view was shadowed by her skirt, but it looked like she was wet. I smiled to myself and continued to rub her foot.

As time moved on I moved up to her calf, massaging the muscle. Her other leg moved back down, still bent a little, so that I could do it as well. Her eyes stayed closed. She seemed very relaxed, breathing deep and slow, but encouraging me or telling me to do it this way or that every now and then. I was slowly moving up higher, unable to resist what she was displaying. Seeing her bare slit under her skirt like that, as if she wasn’t trying to show off to me but just wasn’t thinking about what I could see, was an incredible turn on. I wondered if she did know.

Suddenly the feel of the sheer fabric under my hands on her thigh changed. I froze, it was the lace at the top of her stockings that I felt. I reached up farther, my hand under her skirt now. My fingers brushed her smooth lips and she shuddered. Suddenly I worried. How long had it been since I looked up at her face. I looked up now to find Sandra staring at me, a look on her face that I couldn’t read.

“You were looking at my pussy, touching my pussy, weren’t you Chrissy,” she asked, already knowing that I was. “Couldn’t you even give me a simple massage without thinking of taking advantage of me could you? You are a dirty little girl aren’t you?” She leaned forward, spreading her legs as wide as the short skirt allowed.

“Get up.” It was a command, I did as she said. She didn’t quite sound mad, maybe more like she was having fun and wanted to sound mad. I hoped that’s what it was. “On your knees. Lay across the foot stool, hands in front of it.” I nervously did as she told me. I felt one of her hands between my shoulders, pushing me down. Then a finger at the back of my knee, slowly tracing up my leg to my butt. It followed the cotton of my thong, lifting my skirt over my waist.

I waited for what felt like a long time, wondering what she was going to do. Her playing with my butt was nothing new, we both liked it a lot. I loved having her finger me while she sucked on my dick, but in this position that wasn’t going to happen.

“You should have done only what I told you to do. You knew that Chrissy.” Her hand was resting on my butt while she said this. I began to think I really had upset her, spoiled her game because I couldn’t control myself. I wanted to apologize, Bostancı Grup Escort tell her that I’d do it right. I was about to, and SLAP! She spanked me hard with her hand. The sting almost brought tears to my eyes, it was such a shock.

SLAP!

“All I wanted was a day where my needs were the only thing you thought about.”

SLAP!

“But you couldn’t do that could you, even dressed like a girl you thought just like all men, about what you wanted, not about what I needed.”

SLAP!

I don’t know if it was the pain or what she was saying to me, but I was crying now. I hated the thought that I had disappointed her, that was worse than the stinging in my butt.

SLAP! “All”

SLAP! “You”

SLAP! “Men”

SLAP! “Ever think about”

SLAP! “Is”

SLAP! “Yourselves” SLAP!

Her hand was raised back, about to spank me again. My rear hurt and I felt terrible. She was right, I touched her pussy because I was horny, not because I thought she wanted it.

She started her swing when I managed to say “STOP” between sobs. She did, waiting to see what I would say. Sandra probably expected me to end her game, to call it off. But I couldn’t end it with her so disappointed. I just lay there for a minute or two, trying to stop crying.

“I’m sorry Sandra,” I said, my voice still with the sound of tears in it. “I wanted to make you happy, I didn’t think. I’ll do better, I swear. You won’t have anything to complain about after this. This day is for you, and I’ll do whatever you want.”
Her hand touched my ass and I jumped at the pain I expected, but this was a tender caress. It still stung to be touched there, but I didn’t want her to stop. I sat up anyway, turning to look at her. This was about her wants, not mine. “Please, what do you want me to do?” I waited for her answer.

“I’m sorry I spanked you like that Chrissy, I was upset.”

“Don’t apologize, I was wrong, put my desires before yours. I deserved to be punished. Just let me make it up to you, please.” I was still on my knees at the footstool, looking up at her. She smiled a little.

“All right Chrissy, come over here.” She went to the chair as she said it.

Sandra grabbed a towel from the floor and put it on the chair, then stood in front of it facing me. “Move the footstool.” I did. She lifted her skirt above her waist and sat at the edge of the chair, her legs spread wide. “I want you to use your mouth to make me cum. Your hands are not to touch anywhere above my knees, only your face.” I grinned widely as I knelt between her legs. I could smell her as soon as I got close, she was very excited.

She leaned back for to give me more room. I leaned down and pressed my lips to her wet slit. I pushed my tongue out between my lips, between her lips. I moved it around, licking her without taking my face away from her. My upper lip was against her clit, moving as I moved my tongue between her folds. I wanted to bring my hands up, to hold her thighs, but I didn’t. I couldn’t displease my lovely wife again. I was surprised to realize that she seemed close to climax, it usually took much longer. I began licking her in long strokes, from near her back door to her belly, my tongue going deep inside her then dragging across her clit. She gasped each time I did this. Her hands came to the sides of my head, stroking my hair as I worked to bring her the pleasure she wanted.

“Press your mouth open against me, I like that.” She was squirming now. I pressed my mouth to her pussy, lips open wide and working my tongue inside her quickly, darting in and out. She pulled my head tight to her. I heard her groan, and something splashed into my mouth. I swallowed without thinking, the taste sharp and bitter, as I backed up. Sandra doesn’t squirt when she cums, and it didn’t taste like she had cum yet anyway. She held my head, giving me a little room but not letting my move too far away from her snatch.

I looked up into her eyes and she bent down and kissed me. “Good girl Chrissy,” she said, “now make sure you swallow it all like you did there. I knew you could do this for me.” This was something I had never expected, and wasn’t sure I wanted to do. But she didn’t give me time to think about it. She pulled me back to her pussy, which tasted slightly of her pee now. She held me in place till I started to lick her again. My mouth again open wide, Sandra let loose, peeing into my mouth. I had to swallow it to keep from choking, the taste overpowering. She was grinding my face between her legs. I couldn’t swallow it all; piss spurted past my lips and dribbled down. She was nearly screaming with pleasure as she came. Bostancı Manken Escort The flow subsided with her orgasm. I kept going, hands behind my back, licking her as fast as I could. Finally, she let go of my head, and I slumped back. Sandra leaned down and kissed me for a long time, licking my cheeks and chin clean as she did.

“Oh god Chrissy, that was incredible. I had heard it was good, but I never expected that. Are you ok honey?” She was smiling again, waiting for my answer.

“Yes, I’m ok. I’m glad I could make you happy. Is there anything else?” I still couldn’t believe it. She had peed before when we played, but never in my mouth. And she always asked nervously, like she was afraid I might freak out. But now this, without even a warning. I couldn’t believe it.

Standing up Sandra said, “Take this towel and put it in the bathroom sink with some water, you spilled some on it and it needs to be rinsed. I’ll be waiting in the bedroom for you.” I picked up the towel and went through the bedroom to the bathroom. I heard Sandra moving around in the bedroom. I finished filling the sink and waited. I looked in the mirror and saw that mascara had run down my face when I was crying. I washed it off quickly with a towel, wanting to look pretty for my wife.

“You can come out now,” I heard her call from the bedroom. I walked out and saw her standing by the bed. Her dress was off. I now saw the red stockings with a garter belt, and a matching bustier that had holes for her nipples to poke through. That was why they had shown through the dress. I got very hard looking at her, but tried to put thoughts of how tight my thong now was out of my mind and walked over next to her.

“Hold still,” she told me. She brought up a black cloth strip, which she wrapped around my head, blindfolding me. She tweaked my nipple and tickled my butt. Not seeing where she was or what she was doing was disorienting. And yet the physical sensations as she lightly brushed one place then another were more acute than usual.

Her hands on my shoulders, I was guided to the edge of the bed and pushed to sit. She pushed me back and I lay down, my legs still off the bed. Her hands were teasing me all over from my arms to my belly to my chest to my crotch. Light touches everywhere, each one far from the touch before. Then her hands on my legs, firmly. They slid up to the tops of my stockings. My garters were unhooked. I started to say something to her, but before I made more than a sound her hand clamped down on my mouth. I felt her hair brush my face.

“Not a word, not a sound.” I could barely hear the words whispered in my ear. She moved away, leaving me wondering where she was and what she was doing again. Hands on my hips, pulling my thong slowly down my legs. My skirt was left down. I felt it against my stiff manhood, teasing it. Fingers on my chin pushed it down, opening my mouth. Cloth was shoved into it. I guessed it was my thong, but it tasted of Sandra’s juices. My legs were pulled toward the edge, I wiggled to move where I was guided. My butt was right at the edge of the bed now, my skirt pushed up from sliding down the bed. I felt air moving around my cock, she was blowing on me. Then wet, warm, sliding up the length of me. Cool as the air rushed against me again, making me twitch.

My legs were lifted into the air, my butt totally exposed. Warm and wet, she was licking my butt cheeks. It felt wonderful after the punishment from earlier. Her tongue moved to my crack, sliding between my buttocks. I couldn’t help squirming at that feeling. She kept at it, taking her hands off my legs to spread me open. She pressed her face to me, working vigorously on my hole. I loved it, it was driving me wild. I felt a finger push against me, into me. I moaned against the thong she had shoved in my mouth to keep me quiet. She worked me good, loosening me up. I wished she would touch my cock but she didn’t, it was ignored. The finger left me, and I felt cool lube squirted into my ass. I squirmed again. She must be getting my little plug in me before riding me. She likes doing that.

Something pushed against my tight hole. I had been waiting for it, but it felt a little different that I expected. I figured it was the position and being blindfolded. I was usually on my knees bent over when she put it in me. She pushed, and I knew it wasn’t the narrow little plug I’d enjoyed before. This was much larger. It was almost painful as it popped inside, stretching me. I was afraid to move. She didn’t move either, she just let me get used to whatever large thing she had shoved inside me. After some time passed, she pushed more. I felt it slowly Bostancı Masöz Escort sliding farther into me, but not stretching me wider. Pushing deep inside it was making my cock so hard it hurt.

I felt her pressed against my butt, her flesh warm against me. Then she wasn’t touching me, the toy pulling out slowly. It felt so good to have it moving. It was almost out when the feeling changed. She was still pulling, but instead of sliding more it was just tugging at my hole. The she pushed in again, a bit faster, filling my insides with sweet pressure. Then out, faster still, giving me relief. My cock was painfully bobbing up and down as she moved. She started really thrusting into me. In and out, pressure and relief. She rammed in harder than she had yet, my yelp pushing the thong from my mouth. Sandra left it pressed into me, part of her against my bare bottom. A hand wrapped around my cock and just squeezed. If she moved her hand I would cum right then, but she just held tight, not letting me.

“Take off the blindfold Chrissy, I want you to see how good you are doing now.” I reached up slowly and pulled it off, blinking at the light. I saw her standing between my raised legs, smiling. I didn’t get how she could be standing there and holding a toy in me. Then she ground her hips against my ass, and I felt it move, making me twitch in her hand. She moved back, the pressure in my ass leaving me. I lifted my head to look, and saw what looked like a leather panties on her. It was a harness for a strap-on dildo.

“With this you can really be my girl.” I didn’t know what to say, I just stared. From what I could see it looked at least as big as my seven inches. Not that I could see much. She thrust into me again, fast, fucking me. She kept going for a minute, then paused again. Her hand came off of my dick, and then I felt and incredible sensation in my rear. The strap-on was a vibrator, she had just turned it on. It moved easier when she began again, the feelings better than I could have imagined. She was flushed, her breasts moving with her thrusts. I was moaning and grunting as she pounded me. She began to moan as well. I wanted to touch myself, but when I moved my hands she pushed them away. My cock moved with her, every time she went into me it rose and bobbed.

I felt it starting, but it was strange. The tingling in my balls, my cock going so rigid it didn’t even bounce. Then it came, I moaned loudly as it spurted from me, cumming without even touching my cock. The hot fluid landed on my smooth belly and chest. Sandra loved it. A small drop of cum landed on my chin, just below my lip.

“Lick it up hun.” I did as she asked, the feeling in my ass even more intense now that I had had an orgasm. I looked at her, and Sandra was having one of her own, biting her lip and whining. She began to slow her thrusts as it left her, panting hard. She pulled and the vibrator left my ass with a pop. Rubbing my ass cheek for a second, she came up and knelt beside me on the bed. She bent down and licked the cum off my chest, swallowing some of it. When my chest and belly were clean she kissed me, sharing it. Not like before, where she made me take it all, but just kissing me deeply, both of us swallowing some of it. Her hand ran down to my crotch, lovingly stroking me as I softened.

“You did so good for me babe, I’ve never cum like that, so hard. And that’s the second time today you did it to me.” She was still panting from her orgasm.

“It was the same for me,” I told her, kissing her again. “So, that’s what you got while I was in the dressing room.” I smiled at her.

“It was something I had to do if I was going to make you my serving girl for the day. I knew you would like it, but was afraid you wouldn’t let me do it if you saw.” She began taking it off.

“You were right, that’s as big as me. No way would I have let you put that in my butt yet. But I’m glad you did.”

She got it off, and I took a look at it. It was about as thick as me, but not quite as long. The harness had a piece inside that looked like a cock head, but only about and inch and a half long. This must be for her, what made her cum. I licked it and enjoyed the taste of her on it.

“You are so bad Chris,” she laughed. “Haven’t you had enough of me yet today?”

“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you. And as long as I have this on,” running my hand over the front of my costume, “it’s Chrissy.” I smiled and she kissed me again.

That was the first time I became Chrissy for my wife. We both loved it and have done it many times since, just like we would today. It wasn’t always that sexual. I did what she wanted, whatever it was. One day it was just the housework and a back massage. And other times she had five or six orgasms in the course of the day. Sometimes I got off as much as she did. Sometimes I wasn’t allowed to cum at all even though she did many times. It all depends on her mood. It’s my place to serve, however she wants.

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He was in the kitchen and had forbidden her to go in she could hear pots and pans being banged about and Him muttering to Himself and she chuckled but sat wondering what He was doing.

“Two minutes slave then follow me into the bedroom,” He said as He passes by the living room she nods not knowing if He saw or not, she sat wondering what He had been doing but, after a minute, she stands and heads towards the bedroom she taps on the door and waits.

“Enter.” He calls and she opens the door.

He’s lay on the bed naked a bowl at His side. He beckons her forward and she sees and smells its chocolate in the bowl, she sniffs again chocolate orange she smiles. He looks over at her and offers her a spoon she takes it and dips it in the chocolate and drizzles it over His chest, nipples and down to His waist she licks her lips.

“Carry on slave.” He commands she bends her head down slowly to His lips and lightly kisses them trailing kisses down His jaw line over His throat and down to where the chocolate starts.

Looking up into His eyes she starts to lick away slowly at the chocolate her tongue flicking at the chocolate. Savouring the taste as she swallows her tongue and mouth moving over to His left nipple taking it between her teeth and flicking her tongue at the chocolate over the tip of His nipple. Hearing Him moan softly at her tongue her eyes never moving off His. Closing her mouth over His nipple and gently sucking on it to get all of the chocolate off watching His face knowing the slight tremble in His body is her doing.

She stops sucking and trails her tongue along His chest to His right nipple licking and nibbling at the chocolate, doing the same to the left one she then slowly trails her tongue down His stomach Bostancı Fetiş Escort to His waist. Licking away at the chocolate making sure it’s all licked up, trailing kisses and her tongue along His waist.

He sits up, watching the surprised look appear on her face and smiles. He reaches out and brushes the hair away from her face with His other hand He reaches over to the drawer and brings out the restraints. He orders her to strip, whilst she does so He places one cuff around the middle of the bedpost and awaits her she undresses quickly and stands in front of Him. He looks her up and down then taking her left hand He places the cuff around her wrist adjusting it slightly. He watches her tug slightly and takes her right hand and does the same again. He motions for her to bend over the end of the bed; she does as she is told.

Hearing Him move over to the cupboard she waits in anticipation, she then feels His presence at her side. His hand gently stroking at her bare arse cheeks she moans softly feeling the coldness of the cane against her skin and shuddering both in anticipation and excitement. Biting down on her bottom lip.

He lifts the cane and glides His hand once more over her ass before bringing the cane down ‘Thwack ‘ He rubs the skin gently

“Thank You Master,’ she gasps the tears stinging her eyes but she dare not let them flow ‘Thwackkk’ again the cane hits her bare skin she feels His hands caress.

“Thank You Master,” her voice more strained. A tear slides down cheek. This happens three more times and each time her voice becomes more strained each time she tries to hold back the tears. Biting on her bottom lip moaning softly with each strike.

He then stops slowly; carefully Bostancı Gecelik Escort He slides His hand across the marks He has made. He bends down and kisses the marks. Moving away from her He takes hold of the bowl and moves back to her side. He lifts the spoon and drizzles the chocolate over her ass cheeks her whole body shudders as the chocolate trickles down. He puts the bowl down and starts to lick at the chocolate He slides a hand along the inside of her thighs. Hearing her moans He moves His hand higher up her thigh, teasing her pussy lips but not entering her. He moves Himself around to position Himself behind her. He slides a finger down her ass cheeks and down to the opening of her pussy, then slides a finger inside feeling how wet He has made her from His caning. Hearing her moans as He slides His finger in as deep as He can. He takes His cock in His hand and starts to wank it against her ass cheek. “Masterrr, ” she purrs.

Without warning He removes His fingers and slides His cock tip into her pussy. He still wanks His cock, His fingers hitting her wet pussy lips. He feels her pushing back against Him; He raises His hand and smacks her ass. He continues to wank sliding His cock in slowly, her moans getting louder. Placing both of His hands on her ass cheeks He pushes His cock as deep as He can inside her. Biting down hard on her bottom lip and adjusting her so His cock is buried deep inside her. He starts to slowly pull His cock out leaving just the tip in then thrust it deep back inside. He continues this over and over as her moans get louder.

He stops His cock buried deep inside her.

“Ride My cock slave. ” He commands, she starts to move back and forth on His cock. He raises His hand and slaps Bostancı Genç Escort her ass cheeks.

“Thank You Master. ” she gasps with every strike.

Pushing back hard on His cock feeling it thrust deep inside her feeling her own orgasm build. Trying desperately not to let it flow until told she can. He feels this and starts to thrust His cock in hard fast and deep, her moans becoming rasped. He digs His fingers into her ass cheeks she feels her knees start to buckle trying hard not to cum. He thrusts deeper His own orgasm building, she feels His cock throbbing inside her. Thrusting her hips back against Him.

“Masterrr,’ she moans.

“you may cum slave.” He leans forward and whispers, He thrusts harder and deeper inside her.

“Thank You Masterrrrrrr,” she moans as her orgasm starts to take over her body.

Thrusting her hips back against Him, her body shuddering as waves and waves of pleasure wash over her body her body tingling as He carries on thrusting hard. Hearing Him groan loudly she thrusts her hips back knowing His cum is flowing deep inside her.

He thrusts once more deep inside her holding onto her ass cheeks. He bends down and kisses her neck. He slides His cock out and moves onto the bed in front of her. He reaches down for the bowl and drizzles the orange chocolate over His cock.

“Now lick Me clean slut. “she smiles up at Him, lowering her head down and starts to suck the tip. The taste of orange chocolate mixed with both T/their cum, her tongue flicking all over the tip under the rim wanting to get it all. Watching a trail of chocolate slide down His shaft trailing her tongue down to follow it. Wanting it all. Making sure she cleans it well, she looks up at Him.

“Thank you slave.” He slides off the bed and removes the restraints and her body falls limply into His waiting arms. He lays her on the bed and lies next to her. He scoops some chocolate up on His fingers and trails it down over her breasts. Dipping His head He starts to lick it off. Starting the whole process of again.

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I had his keys and wouldn’t let him leave. I teased him, dangling the keys at arms length, playfully switching hands. He kept reaching and lunging for them. He grabbed my arm and moved behind me to try and pry them from my hand, but I held them close to my stomach, wiggling, trying to escape his tight embrace. He kept groping for his keys, tickling me, while I giggled uncontrollably.

“I’ve got to get going,” he said in a voice that was not nearly as annoyed as he was teasing to be. He was clearly enjoying the flirtation and bent me over the bed. He kept grabbing for the keys, enjoying the flirtation. I bent forward, trying to defend myself from the tickling and fell face first onto the bed. He’s still grabbing just below my stomach and then he was on top of me. My feet dangled to the floor, but he had a secure footing.

I could feel hardness through his jeans against me. Feeling his penis rubbing my rear had me weakening a bit, but I held tight to the keys. While groping for them, he grabbed my breasts more often than my hands.

“Give me those,” he whispered lustfully in my ear. I was breathing more heavily now and still smiling, enjoying our game. He massaged my breast deliberately now and rubbed his erection against my ass rhythmically, with long Bostancı Öğrenci Escort strokes and wanton pressure.

“Mmmm”, I let out a sigh, letting him know how much I wanted more. I didn’t clench my arms as tightly, giving him easier access under my shirt. He pulled down my bra on the left side and pinched my nipple hard, rolling it between his finger and thumb. He kissed the back of my neck, his breathing heavy and warm against my hair, so near my skin. His right hand lifted my T-shirt up to stroke up and down the middle of my back. Then moved that hand up to my other breast, lowered the bra and massaged my other breast like bread dough he couldn’t wait to let rise and eat. I was beginning to sweat gently between my breasts, but chills were running up my spine. He had my arms pinned by the tight straps just off my shoulders and held them there. I still clutched his keys next to my stomach. No longer did I have a devlish, inviting grin, but I was relaxed, smiling, with my lips gently parted, my breaths coming slow and deep.

I moved my hips against his bulge and he moaned in reply. His hands moved with conviction, down to unbutton my jeans, pulling them past my hips and pushing them to my ankles. His hands stroked my hips and Bostancı Çıtır Escort ass together as they had been stroking my breasts. He kneeled down to kiss my cheeks and glide his tongue between my legs. He pulled my thighs apart and buried his face in my wet pussy. My lips were swollen and I inhaled deeply as his tongue worked over my labia and further back to my clitoris. He found my sweet spot and I gasped for air. I rubbed back against his face, making him sticky with my cream. His hands spread apart my cheeks and he licked me ravenously.

“Oh, yes, ” I whispered, with little staccato breaths as a first wave of orgasm hit. I heard him unzip his jeans and the fabric sliding down his legs. He was hard as a rock, I could feel his skin pulsing as he glided his thick meat between my legs to lubricate him. My hips lifted. He teased me with only his tip, making short moves into my vagina. I wanted him to lunge, to fuck me hard, but he liked it when I begged. I whimpered for more and he went just a little bit deeper.

“Oh honey, more. More please,” I begged. He leaned forward to reach under me for my breasts, with one deep groan he lunged deep inside me. I held my breath, and even though I was so wet, and each time I think I’m wide open Bostancı Elit Escort for him his thickness is a pleasant surprise. He opens me further and goes even deeper. Pushing into me, panting, I find my voice again and my groans are louder, rising with each thrust.

He was panting like an animal in my ear. I nearly screamed, “My ass, fuck my ass!” He loves being offered my tight place. Dripping wet, he removes himself and rubs his shaft along my line. He reaches down and with his finger starts rounding my hole, and starts penetrating it. He enters a second finger and opens me wider. When his hand moves over to my hip I know my treat is coming. His tip moves in slowly. He’s always slow and deliberate during anal sex. He loves it too much for me not to enjoy it, even though he’d love to be rougher. He glides deep inside me. I try to spread my legs a little wider. When he pulls out it hurts a little, I like him to stay in farther, but when he slides forward again it’s ecstasy. He stays further in, moving back and forth, easy, gently.

“Oh God!” he cringes as his penis starts throbbing inside me. I knew he wouldn’t last long with my vagina so wet and my ass so tight. With one last gasp for air I hold my breath as he tears out of me and explodes all over my back. His fingers tighten on my body. His hips writhe against me and at the feeling of the thick, wet cum I whimper my enjoyment.

He lies there on top, both panting, and I start giggling. He asks in my ear “What’s so funny?” I can tell he’s smiling.

“You still can’t have your keys back.”

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I was once just your average guy, who liked computers, games, and some light domination, but now….

Let me start from the beginning. I used to run an online mud in my spare time. I met a woman there that liked to domme a bit, and we played online. She loved to watch me when I would turn the webcam on, and she would ‘direct’ me. I loved it.

Eventually, we decided to meet. We met for dinner at a nice quiet steakhouse I know. She described what she would be wearing so I would recognize her. She was every bit as hot as I thought she would be. She was five eight, beautiful black hair, and wearing a dress that accentuated that beautiful cleavage she had. I think the physical part I loved the most was her butt though. THAT part was perfect.

As I said, we went to dinner, and had a wonderful evening. She didn’t do anything that night other than kiss me goodnight, and stroke my face, but it felt electric, and I wanted more of it. She informed me she had 2 live in slaves already named Precious and Kitten. That Precious was a guy who loved to be dominated, but nothing sexual, and Kitten was her live-in slave. She mentioned she really loved our date, and we started seeing each other on a regular basis, and eventually got married. We built a house that she, Kitten and I would be comfortable in. Her dominant side showed occasionally with me, but she was always a bit apprehensive. I think she was always scared of pushing too hard, but I always loved playing and eventually, we did set up a playroom. I should probably give a description of our playroom since a large portion of my life was spent there, and portions of the story will be recanted from it.

The playroom was actually a 30′ x 30′ room with soundproofed walls. We spent quite a bit of money building it, but we also planned to use it extensively. We had put shackles along the walls, a cabinet against the opposite wall with toys in it, and a few other ‘toys’ that I remember fondly. Every night I would come home from work, and we would spend quality time talking, or watching TV together, snuggled in a blanket, and on nights we were in the mood, we would ‘play’. I always knew when she wanted that because she would leave my collar on the front table for me to put on. It was always my choice.

Our ritual had been that I would strip and put the collar on in the front hallway, then kiss her feet, and her pussy to homage her. I still remember on one particular occasion, she led me to the playroom, and showed me one of her new addition she had installed. It was a set of shackles attached to the wall about halfway up the wall, and a bar that was resting on the ground, but was U-shaped and bolted half way up the wall as well. She shackled my hands, and then showed me her surprise. She was wearing a strap-on. This was my first time with one, so I was a bit terrified of it. The bar was actually added to rise, and had 2 fold down legs. It provided a place for me to lean over. After she raised it, she buckled a strap around my balls, and shackled my feet to the legs that were extended from the bar. It was sort of like having your wrists attached to the wall, and your ankles strapped to a card tables legs, except my penis was also strapped in. She took my anal virginity that night, and I learned to enjoy it.

I also bought a gift for her soon after for showing me how good it could be. It was a pneumatic chair. It had been designed by her, and I had it made. The chair still looks like a doctors table to me, but it has places to strap legs in, and strap each arm to the arm rests. The legs can be split apart, and there are 2 pneumatic dildos that can be controlled. It basically turns into the ultimate fucking machine. She loved it.

We both loved each other very much, and still do, but to that point it had always been my choice to put on the collar. It’s not anymore. Let me explain.

I had been out rather late with a few friends of mine one night, and came home drunk. She wasn’t too happy, but refrained from saying anything. Thing is, that night my buddy had invited me to his bachelor party the following week, and I promised to go. I remembered the promise, but forgot to tell her about it. He called the weekend before to confirm I would be there, and she took the call. That’s when things started going bad. She thought I was hiding something, and followed me to the party. I had a few drinks, and of course was flirting some, and having a good time. She watched, her anger boiling to ever-higher planes. Eventually, I staggered out, and went home. She picked a weekend about a month away, and then exacted her revenge.

I came home Friday night to find the collar out, and anxiously stripped, and put it on. She came around the corner, and ordered me to kneel, and kiss her boot. Damn she looked good. She was wearing a vinyl bra, and her tight vinyl miniskirt that showed everything. No panties. I was rock hard in an instant, but bent down to kiss her boot.

She snapped her leash on my collar, and led me like a dog to the playroom. istanbul escort Precious was there, as was Kitten. Precious was tied up against the wall with a pair of hose on, and kitten was next to him, crying for some reason. My wife tied the leash to ‘The chair’ and moved to Precious. He was clad in a jock strap only, and had been sweating badly, and grimacing. She looked at me, and saw my questioning look, so she showed me why. She removed his cup to reveal that he had been placed in a chastity tube that had small spikes turned inward. He also had on headphones that I was to later find out was playing nothing but sounds of my wife/mistress cumming again and again. He had been doing his best to keep from getting a hard on with that playing in his ears for 2 hours, plus having Kitten naked next to him, moaning the whole time. Every time he would get hard, the spikes would rip into his tender flesh, and his hard-on would be held in check by the chastity tube. My wife replaced the cup and snapped the band of his jock strap back around his waist. She began rubbing his ass, giving him an instant erection. He screamed again.

She moved to Kitten next, who was also in pain and pouring sweat. She showed me why. My mistress had rigged an elastic band around Kitten’s waist. It had 4 short bungee cords attached to it, 2 in front, 2 in back and 2 chain loops (similar to a garter belt with chains running in the crotch). The front bungees were attached to freshly pierced pussy lips, holding them wide open…tightly. The back 2 were literally hooked into her butt cheeks next to her puckered hole, keeping it spread. The chains held a dildo vibrating constantly against her clit, which was so sore and swollen now that it was hardly recognizable. Obviously she had been enduring this for about the same amount of time as Precious, and had come until she couldn’t anymore. She looked dehydrated, and extremely tired.

My wife moved to me next. She placed handcuffs on me, then flogged my ass till it was bright red. She stroked me, and played with me. She produced a razor and shaved every hair off of my privates, keeping me hard the whole time. She nicked me a few times, and would lick the blood off. Eventually, (after I was completely bald down there) she got bored, and left me there tied to the chair and went to torture Precious some more.

She knew I was jealous, so she did it to get me upset, and I knew it. My hard-on quickly shrunk, which is exactly what she wanted. She quickly came back, picking something up on the way. It was bright chrome, and had 2 rings on it. One was angled about 30 degrees, while the other was flat. The 2 were separated by 4 small chrome bars, giving it a total length of about 1 ½ inches. It also had a very small loop at what was to be the top of the flat ring. She slid it on my then limp penis. The angle made me point downward, while leaving the loop at the top for whatever she wished to attach to it. Then she put the ‘funnel’ piece on. It was a metal ‘funnel’ that was pushed in my pee-hole far enough that even when limp would be impossible to get out, with 3 metal arms that gave it the appearance of the big ‘M’ at a McDonalds restaurant no matter what direction it was viewed from. All 3 bars happened to lock onto the first piece, which was too tight to get off now. I was effectively caged, and as I started to get hard, I felt cold steel sliding inside my cock with each bit I grew. It was extremely painful, and I screamed, just to hear her laugh and tell me that was only the beginning.

She slapped my balls making me harder, which slid steel further in, hurting more. She undid my leash, and forced me to walk on my knees to the wall, and sit. She attached my feet to a spreader bar, and attached the bar to that set of shackles halfway up the wall. I started to protest, so she simply put a gag in my mouth, and told me she didn’t want to hear anything out of me. Her exact words were “If I hear even one peep, you are going to regret it”.

Next she shackled my hands to the base of the wall, so that I was basically laying on my shoulders, with my legs stretched upward and apart, and this ungodly cock cage spreading my pee-hole wide open, and pointing my dick toward my toes. My wife left me facing the wall like that, and walked over to the cabinet. She came back showing me that she was wearing a large strap-on. One much larger than any I knew she had. She worked lube into my ass, then slowly pressed it into me. I felt like my ass would split in half, but realized this was NOT what she was wearing. It was a plug, not a dildo. I realized that because I felt the size shrink as it slid into place. It was fully in, and she decided to leave it. She had bigger plans tonight.

I felt her probe around the plug, then she was satisfied it was in good, and left it alone. Good. I was getting hard from her fingers around my ass, even with all the pain I was currently in. Next I felt something cold in my bowels. After my first cramp, she announced that she had escort bayan inserted a very special plug. It had a membrane on the front of it to allow things in, but not out. She said she had inserted a strong enema into it, and was expecting me to take every ounce of it. What I DIDN’T know was that she had 4 of them she planned on filling me with.

I was cramping severely, and now my belly was swollen from all the liquid inside. I needed to go SO bad. She simply pulled the tube out of the plug, and let me wait. I cramped. I wanted to be in a fetal position the cramps were so bad, but I was curled against the wall. She noticed I was trying to push the plug out, and made sure I couldn’t by pumping up the inflater.

She also noticed me sweating, and looking miserable, so she fed me a piece of chocolate (which happened to be ex-lax I think), and something to drink. Now I had to go even worse. I was screaming, and she laughed. She left me there cramping, and unshackled Precious. She promised him relief, and brought him over to me.

They unshackled my left leg, placed a black vinyl pant leg on it, then shackled it back to the bar. They repeated this with the other leg, and stretched the pants over my ass. Now there was no way to take the plug out. She revealed that there was a tiny slit in the very bottom, that she pulled my balls through. The slit was so small though, that my balls were getting numb. I think I passed out from cramping, because I don’t really have a good memory of what exactly happened next. I remember seeing Precious with a silver ring. Then…nothing.

When I awoke, the pants were back off, and my balls hurt, but I was also lying on the floor. My wife walked over, and squatted over my face, and ordered me to eat her. I immediately started, then bucked from cramping. She pushed on my stomach, and I felt like dying. She ordered me, “EAT ME NOW!” I did. I licked every last crevice of her lips, and sucked her clit. I played with her hood, and probed deep within her. She started to cum in my mouth, and wound up pissing down my throat. She got up, and had precious help me stand (which was considerably hard due to the cramping and the plug still in). I could think of nothing save exploding into a toilet. She hooked a leash to the new cage, and led me to the bathroom. I had been needing to go badly, and she asked ‘do you want to go 1 or 2? You get a choice, but not both’.

What was this? I immediately said 2, and she helped me to squat over the toilet. She turned the knob to deflate the plug, then told me to take it out myself, but that I better not get any shit anywhere but in the toilet, or I would pay. I held my cramps as best I could, and yanked the plug out. It felt like I ripped my entire asshole out with it, and a steady torrent came streaming out. I eventually finished, and she placed her heel against my stomach and told me not to get up yet, that we needed to talk.

I sat there, not knowing if this was my mistress speaking to her sub or my wife talking to her husband, but I sat there listening. She told me, “Dear, you know I love you very much, and I know you love me. I saw you at the bachelor party last month, and I get jealous. I saw you flirting, and looking at other women, and I simply couldn’t stand it. And it’s because I know you love me as much as you do, that I know you will accept what needs to happen next. See, I never want to feel that jealous again.” I asked her what she meant, and she had me stand and look in the mirror.

I was shocked. She had Precious pierce my scrotum in 3 places, and fed a silver ring through, so that the top of my scrotum was encircled by this ring, and was a part of it. He had soldered it closed, so there was no way of taking it off. It also had a short chain in the back that had a locking clip dangling behind my balls, and in front was a lock between the cock cage piece and my ring! I could never take it off again! She had also left the funnel piece on, and locked it to the other one.

She had screwed a plug of some sort on the end that stopped me from urinating as well. When I asked what it was, she said it was a steel rod used to push things into the catheter slide. She had put it in to make sure it was truly water tight.

She explained that this was her insurance that I would never be unfaithful, since she was the only one with the key. I was trapped. I asked her to remove it, that I would be faithful, but she told me that wasn’t good enough. Then she got mad at me for making her feel like she wasn’t wanted, and that I didn’t love her because I wanted to fool around on her. She then said those fateful words that will echo in my ears for the rest of my life. She said, “You will be mine forever, like it or not”.

She attached the leash to my new cage, and jerked me to the other room.

She had me lie on the bed, then strapped me down. She kept moving the cage around and playing with it, telling me she was ‘ensuring it was a good fit’, but her warm hands against Bostancı escort my cock was still arousing me…and bringing pain every time. She was finally satisfied, and unlocked the end of the contraption, allowing me to pee. Afterward, she left me to my own thoughts of escape and just how serious this had become.

Of course she left it on over that weekend, and instead of taking it off Monday morning (which I had prayed would be the case) she said, “Why remove it? It won’t show under your clothes…unless you take them off for someone.” Shit. Well, she was right. It didn’t show, but I wish it had now. At least then I could have thrown a fit and stormed out of the office to have it removed. But, hindsight IS 20/20. Let me explain.

I wore the damnable contraption all week, and my balls healed nicely. The next weekend she told me that she was going to leave it on me, but that all the stress and everything else…well, she thought we needed a 2 week vacation to talk and see what happened with us. I jumped at the chance to redeem myself and put in for 3 weeks the next Monday. She squealed when she heard I would be off for 3 weeks at the beginning of the next month. I figured, well, ill try to live with the contraption until then.

During the next weeks I DID learn what the chains in the back were for. She had them placed there to hold a specially made butt plug. They hooked into the end of it, and it locked it into place. Tightly. Other than finding new uses for her toy (which generally scared me to death) things went well, and she said she had our vacation already planned, but wanted to keep it a surprise. I figured it must be something like a cruise, because the she had made an appointment for me to a doctor that I didn’t know. I just thought ‘vaccinations for overseas’. I was wrong.

We showed up at the doctor’s office, and were seen immediately. That is unusual in itself, but they ushered me to a room, and split us up, saying they needed information they would get from her while I undressed. They basically put me in a broom closet and told me to undress. I still remember the floor being kind of dirty looking, so I put my clothes on the only bench there. I didn’t want them to get dirty at least. I was just worried about the doctor seeing the damn cage. Then thought, well, maybe I should show it, he can at least get me out of it!

As soon as the last piece of clothing was on the bench, it slid into the wall, taking my clothes with it! Crap! Now I’m stuck in here! I stood there waiting until a nurse came in. She ordered me to sign waivers, then left. She didn’t flinch, but I had just been mortified. She returned shortly and said, “I will be performing the initial exam. Raise your hands and place them behind your head. And please, stand up straight.” She felt my stomach for knots, then began examining eyes and tongue. She moved behind me and I felt a stethoscope on my back and her telling me to ‘breathe’. How could she not see this thing on my dick? She was completely ignoring it! I guess we aren’t the only kinky couple around after….”Click”

I had been thinking so much, I didn’t notice the handcuffs until I heard the ominous clicking of metal inside metal. I whirled around with an expression of sheer terror I’m sure. She quickly grabbed the cage, and examined all around it saying “It IS a very good fit.” She then hooked a leash onto the loop at the top, and pulled me down the hallway in handcuffs and the cage! She was even stopping and talking to people along the way. I wanted to scream. I was terrified of what was to happen, and mortified that so many were seeing me like this. How could things POSSIBLY get any worse?

She eventually led me into a very dark room, and led me to a table. Well, maybe table isn’t the best description. It really looked more like a sawhorse that was padded. She hooked my cuffs on a hook above, then turned a knob. It rose until I was almost lifted off the ground. She then locked my ankles to the sawhorse. The nurse called an assistant in, and he sat there on the other side of the sawhorse. She yelled “NOW!” and hit a button. Next thing I knew, the cable was released, and I was falling. Since my feet were locked, I had no choice but fall forward over the sawhorse. The assistant quickly grabbed and secured the handcuffs to a hook in the floor, then pushed it down in a recess. I was now trapped. Completely. The nurse and the assistant left (after she swatted my ass).

After a few minutes of trying to get a bit more comfortable, I heard the door open and close again. I just wanted to be home. My OLD home. Where my wife and I were happy.

I heard a man’s voice behind me, but they were out of earshot, so I couldn’t really tell what was being said. They were walking toward me, and the next thing I heard my WIFE’S voice replying to him! The man walked next to me and introduced himself as Dr. Haskell. I started protesting the treatment and the next thing I knew, there was a gag in my mouth and someone beating my ass raw. The doctor looked at my wife and said “So rude. Yes, he will require quite a bit of training to learn respect for people.” He moved behind me, and I felt my ass cheeks being spread. He said, “Yes, I DO like the design of this one. It should work VERY well for you.”

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Ch.2

Caelan managed to volunteer in the classroom at least once a week. He helped with everything from passing out lunches to helping with reading groups. They developed quite a good relationship. He found himself wanting to be near her more and more. He noticed that she had begun to be a little sadder, even though she tried to hide it behind smiles and laughter. It did not affect her job at all but she just wasn’t as happy as she once was. Tomorrow was Aubrey’s Halloween party. He wanted to ask her to come. He wished she wasn’t married. He wanted to know more about her in every way possible. She did something to him that he just couldn’t explain. He dreamed about her at night and thought about her during the day. He had to get it together; this woman was married and very happily so to his knowledge. But his desire to be near her was so strong. He just wanted to be in her presence. He would invite her to the party. Then maybe he wouldn’t have to be so professional with her, you know, get to know her as a friend. She is married, his brain screamed at him, SHE IS MARRIED!

He walked into the classroom to drop Aubrey off that morning. “Good morning Mrs. Williams. How are you today?”

She was caught off guard. She had just blotted her eyes from trying to hold back tears when they walked in the class. “Good morning. I’m doing well. How are you?” turning to look at Aubrey, “and how are you little Miss?” Aubrey smiled, “I’m doing good. Tomorrow is my party. I’m so excited.”

“Mrs. Williams, Aubrey and I would like for you to come to the party tomorrow if you are not busy.”

“Please can you come? It would make my party even better if you were there.”

“Aubrey, that is so sweet of you to say. Let me make sure I can make it and then,” She thought about it for a split second. It would be better to be there than home crying, “On second thought, I’d love to come. What time?”

Caelan’s eyes lit up like a child watching Santa put the presents under the tree.

“Yay! Daddy, see I told you she would come.” Astrid smiled. At least somebody wanted to be around her.

“We will begin at 6. I will email you my address later today.”

“No worry, I have all of your information right in that file cabinet over there.” They both laughed out loud. “Well then, I looked forward to seeing you tomorrow at 6,” Caelan said. “I’ll see you then.” Astrid smiled.

Caelan noticed how weak her smile was. He wished there was something he could do to make her truly happy. If she was his woman, she would always be happy. She could be sick. He had not thought of that. He hoped that was not the case. He would make it his mission to find out tomorrow at the party.

***

Astrid decided to stay at work until it was time to go to the party. She didn’t see the need to go home to an empty house. Her entire world seemed to be crumbling right in front of her. Darrell had left her right after the school year started and finally served her with divorce papers two days ago. She had been trying to hold it together. She was glad for the invite to this party. The thought of being at home crying all night just did not appeal to her at all.

She rang the doorbell and took a couple of deep breathes to calm her nerves. She wanted to be happy and fun to be around tonight. Aubrey’s party did not deserve to be spoiled by being a sour puss. She practiced smiling and straightened her shoulders as the door opened. Caelan admired her for a second. “Hey glad you could make it. Follow me; they are in the bonus room. The party is just getting started.”

They walked in and Aubrey stopped playing long enough to say hello and then went back to playing with her friends. Astrid made sure she interacted with all of the children there, the ones she knew and the ones she didn’t know. That was one thing Caelan loved about her. She treated all children the same. The party planner was doing a great job and was now moving the party outside. Caelan tapped Astrid on the shoulder and motioned to the kitchen while everyone filed outside. “Would you like glass of wine? I’m pooped. Sherry can handle the rest of the party.” Following him to the kitchen, she stood with her back against the counter while he poured them both a glass of wine.

“This is such a nice party. Thanks for inviting me.” Caelan handed her the glass and stood in front of her, a little closer than he should have. Astrid drank her wine in one gulp. He smiled when she looked at him with a look of “I’m sorry but I needed that.” She had a strand of hair that had fallen on the side of her face. He could not resist the urge to push it away from her face and back to its rightful place. He reached for the hair to push it behind her ear and whispered, “Would it be improper to call you beautiful?”

Astrid looked up at him and tears filled her eyes. She tried to hold it back but she couldn’t. They began to spill and every ounce of hurt that she had been holding in for the last two days overtook her. Her legs gave way but before she could hit the floor, Caelan had her in his arms. He put his glass down and took her empty glass and placed it on the counter. He didn’t ask any questions or give any words Ataşehir Sınırsız Escort of comfort. He just held her and allowed her to cry. She cried and sucked in big gulps of air at the same time. Her body felt weak. It was all she could do to hold on to Caelan. When he felt like she was calming down, he reached behind her and grabbed a handful of paper towels and wiped her eyes and nose. Her eyes were puffy and red. Her body still trembled a little from all of the sobbing. But he never let her go. She finally stood up and took the paper towel from him to finish cleaning her face. “I’m so sorry for this,” she said pointing to his shirt. “It is no problem at all.” He grabbed more paper towels and wiped his shirt. “Let me go change.” He practically ran to his room to change his shirt. While he was gone, she poured another glass of wine. She lifted it up when he returned, “I hope you don’t mind.” He shook his head no.

“Darrell left me,” she began. He cut her off, “You don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to.”

“It’s probably best if I do.” She stated holding her head down looking at the floor. “He left about a month ago. When I got home from work Wednesday, he was sitting on the bed with the rest of his clothes packed and simply said ‘Here.’ He got up, handed me the divorce papers and walked out. He didn’t give me any explanation. I stood there unable to move for what seemed like forever. Then I just laid on the bed and went to sleep. I didn’t cry until right now. Thursday morning I found a letter in the bathroom that he had written explaining that he was not happy anymore and felt this was the best thing for the both of us. He said he had no desire to rekindle our relationship and would like to be divorced as soon as possible and for me to please not delay in signing the papers. He asked me to not contact him and told me I could keep everything.”

She looked up at Caelan then, “I don’t understand what happened. This just caught me by surprise. I had no idea this was coming. I just figured he needed some time away when he first left. I honestly thought he would come back and we could try again.” Tears began to roll down her face once more. Caelan pulled her into his arms for a second time. He remembered all too well the hurt of a spouse leaving so he knew exactly how she was feeling at this moment. She just laid her head on his chest and allowed him to hold her. No words were spoken while he held her. She softly cried this time. Not the violent sobs she displayed earlier. He rubbed her back up and down and just let her release all of the pent up hurt and pain. Finally they heard the party coming back inside, so she quickly cleaned herself up. “I should go. I don’t want Aubrey to see me this way. Will you tell her I had an emergency and had to leave?”

“Yes, but only if you agree to let me make lunch for you tomorrow. This is not a time that you need to be alone. Aubrey is going to a sleepover so you will be free to do all of the crying, shouting, hitting or breaking things that you want to. I’ll even pretend to be Darrell and you could hit me if you like.”

She chuckled at that comment and replied, “I’ll call you.”

He said, “No, give me your number and I will call you. I’ve been here before and I know you won’t call or come. So I’m going to call you and come pick you up if you change your mind.”

“Well it looks like I don’t have a choice then do I?”

“No you don’t.” He wrote down her number and walked her to her car. “I promise, you will survive this, I did.” She thanked him and left with a promise to see him tomorrow for lunch.

Ch.3

Astrid’s head was pounding as she reached for her ringing phone. She went home and downed two bottles of wine she had in her fridge. She cried some more, cursed at Darrell, well the air really because Darrell wasn’t there. She tore up their wedding picture and anything else she could find that reminded her of him. Then she passed out on her living room floor. She somehow managed to make it to her bed in the wee hours of the morning.

“Hello” She mumbled into the phone.

“Wake up honey, it’s 10 o’clock and you have a lunch date in two hours.” Caelan voice was so sweet and full of happiness and life.

“Good morning Caelan. Look I,” He would not let her finish her sentence. “I’ll come to your place and get you before I let you back out. So don’t even think about it.”

“You don’t know where I live,” She replied sitting up in the bed. “Are you sure about that? How do you know I didn’t follow you home last night?” He didn’t know where she lived but he wasn’t going to let her know that. Hopefully she wouldn’t challenge him.

She sat up in bed and thought, he wouldn’t but her mouth spoke, “Ok. I’ll be there at 12.”

She did the best she could at covering up her hang over. She decided to forgo the makeup because it did nothing to cover up the swollen eyes. She pulled her hair into a ponytail, showered and threw on a pair of leggings and a long white sweater. She knew she looked a hot mess but that was exactly how she felt. She and Caelan were friends and there was no need to try to impress him with looks.

She Ataşehir Suriyeli Escort rang his door bell a little before 12. He opened it, looked at her and said, “You look like shit.”

“I drank until I passed out, how do you expect me to look?”

“I’m not surprised at all. I was hoping you would wait until you got here to do that though so we could do it together. I would love to see how you act drunk.”

“Oh, so you got jokes today huh? That’s ok, I do believe in a little lady they call Karma. Laugh at me now and I will laugh at you later.”

Caelan grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him, “Can’t a man have a little fun?”

She looked up at him. At that moment, something changed. She again noticed how handsome he really was. The blue in his eyes drew her like a moth to a flame. Her body began to grow warm as she felt the heat radiate off his body. His body was hard and everything masculine. She rested her hands on his biceps and said, “Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Are you seducible?” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. He bent his head down and inhaled the vanilla scent of her hair. She returned the hug and just allowed him to hold her. She had not been held like that in a very long time. “I won’t do anything to you that you don’t want me to.” He held her face up to look at him. “I just want to be a friend that is here for you in a difficult time. I do not, by any means, want you to think that I am trying to take advantage of you in this situation that you are in. I know how vulnerable you are right now.”

“Thank you Caelan.”

He led her to the kitchen then and said, “Now let’s eat before…, never mind, let’s eat.” Astrid smiled and sat at the table. He had made a potato soup and they worked together to make the spinach and artichoke grilled cheese sandwiches. She opted for water today, since she had so much wine last night. They talked for what seemed like hours. He learned how she desperately wanted to have children but Darrell would not let them go to the doctor to see if she was capable. She didn’t think she was after two years of trying with no results. He always thought it would happen in due time. He also learned how she took the leadership role in every aspect of their relationship. She learned about his desire to have more children and remarry. He said he just hadn’t found the one person that was great with Aubrey. She had been introduce to only one female that he thought he really liked but once she met Aubrey she told him that she thought she was too spoiled and needed a good spanking or two. He called it off that night.

“Well you can’t shut out every woman who calls Aubrey spoiled. That’s not always a bad thing.” She stood up and started clearing the table. She rinsed the dishes before placing them in the dish washer. “I can’t believe I didn’t get a comment about that.”

“Why can’t I? My daughter is by no means spoiled. She is being raised by a single father who will give her the world and yet has not shielded her from anything. She gets a stern talking to when she does something wrong and over all she is a good kid.”

“Who said she wasn’t a good kid? Some people just believe that getting what you want is being spoiled.

“But she doesn’t just get it because she wants it. She has to put in some work also. I have taught her that she has to work hard and then she can get the things she wants.”

“But some people work hard for what they want and still don’t get it.” She turned to the sink and lowered her head and her voice, “like me.”

There was a tug in his heart that made him ached for her. He wanted so badly to make her feel better and forget all that stupid man had put her through. He walked to where she stood, turned her around, cupped her face and said, “He didn’t deserve you. Don’t beat yourself up because of his foolishness.” He smoothed his hands over her head and ran them down her back, never breaking eye contact with her. He pulled her body closer to his and began to gaze at her lips. Her lips parted slightly as if to beg him to kiss them. He just stared at how plump and smooth they were. He could feel her breathing increase with the rise and fall of her chest against his. He wanted so much to kiss her right now in this moment. He believed she wanted it too. So he slowly bent his head down and gently planted his lips on hers. She didn’t pull away; he took that as permission to continue. She wound her arms around his neck and he increase the pressure on her lips. His tongue snaked into her mouth and danced with hers. He put his hand at the back of her neck and tried to pull her closer to his mouth. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and finally, in need of air, he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. They both were breathing heavy but he managed to say, “I want you! I want you so bad I can’t explain it. Tell me to stop or I won’t.” While her mind reminded her that even though her husband walked out on her only three days ago, she was still married, her body reminded her that he had not touch her like that in over four years. Her body yearned to be touched like that again. It longed for the attention Ataşehir İranlı Escort that her fingers could not give her and her husband no longer did. She wanted him, no she needed him. She threw logic out of the window and surrendered to the desire of her body.

He began to pepper kisses along her jawline and then down her neck. He stopped at her shoulder and began to alternate sucking and biting the fleshy part of her shoulder. She cocked her head to the side to allow him more access. His hands pulled up her sweater and found her skin to be soft and smooth. He moved his hands upward and cupped her breast through the bra. He could feel her nipples hard and erect through the thin fabric of the bra. He ran his hands behind her and released the clasp of her bra. He lifted the sweater and bra over her head. He stood for a moment and admired the fullness of her breast. She felt a little embarrassed and was about to cover herself but he stopped her. He bent his head and caught a nipple in his mouth while twisting the other between his thumb and finger. He released her breast and kissed his way lower. Hooking his hands in her leggings and he pulled them down. He was pleasantly surprised to see a sheer white thong. His cock leaped in his pants, straining to be released. He removed the pants from her legs and stood appreciating her body clad in only the thongs. “You’re so beautiful. Wrap your legs around me,” he said while picking her up. He carried her to the bedroom all the while kissing her neck and face. He gently laid her on the bed and rid himself of his clothes. He couldn’t remember a time his cock was so hard and anxious. He pulled her free of her thong and kissed his way up her legs. When he reached her thighs, he pulled her legs further apart and sucked on her thigh for a few seconds. He then folded her legs up toward her chest and licked the lips of her womanhood. Astrid gasped when his tongue connected with her. She had never felt such pleasure. He opened her up and latched on to her clit. He sucked and Astrid thought she was going to pass out the pleasure was so intense. She had never felt anything this good. Caelan inserted two fingers into her waiting wet hole and hooked them upward. That one motion sent Astrid over the top. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her legs began to tremble. She felt an electricity begin in her core and slowly shoot its way outward throughout her body. She grabbed the bed sheets and clamped her knees to Caelan’s head and he continued the sucking motion on her clit and his fingers plowed in and out of her at a speed she could not keep up with. Her backed was arched so far off of the bed it was as if she was in a back bend. The pleasure overtook her and she yelled out, “Aaghhhh Caelannnn!” Once her climax subsided, she relaxed her back and Caelan entered her fast and hard. She was so tight. He wanted to take things slow but he just couldn’t help himself. He gave her just a second to adjust to his girth and then he began to plow in and out of her as if there was not tomorrow. He raised one leg in the air and turned his body to the side a little to gain more entry. He was well-endowed and afraid he may hurt her but the tightness of her pussy just sent him overboard. He felt the beginnings of his ejaculation after minutes of being in her and did not want it to end so quickly. He stopped to hold off his release. He lowered her leg and said, “Don’t move.”

In her inexperience with this kind of intense love making, if you could call it that asked, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I just want this to last a little longer. You are so tight and feel so good.”

He pulled all the way out and inserted himself back in slowly. He propped himself above her on his elbows, “I don’t think you understand what your body does to me. Your pussy feels so good.” He rolled her over on top of him. She lowered her head as she rotated her hips.

“Lift your head and look at me.” She lifted her head but her eyes remained closed.

He smacked her on the ass, “Look at me I said.” She opened her eyes and he began to plow into her. He would not allow her to break eye contact. She began to feel that feeling again. He knew she would soon be coming. He held on to her hips as she bounced up and down on him. “Rub your clit.” She was a little reluctant. She had never masturbated herself in front of anyone. He began to rub it for her. Then he took her hand and placed it on top of his. “Rub yourself and don’t take your eyes off of me.” She began rubbing circles on her clit. The sensations of touching herself while Caelan hit her g-spot and forcing her to look in his eyes consumed Astrid and body started to shake. “Come for me Astrid!” With that statement, every nerve in her body lit up and her body began to go limp. He flipped her again on her back and roughly drove his cock inside of her at a speed that even surprised him. He could not help it. She did things to him that made him lose control. As she surrendered to her climax, he released his own seed deep inside her womb. At that moment, he realized he forgot to put on a condom. How stupid! You never make mistakes like this. He remembered her saying that she tried for years and couldn’t get pregnant. He just hoped that was the case now. She looked so peaceful laying there. He would ask her about it when she awaked. He slowly pulled out of her some of his seed spilling out and collapsed on the bed beside of her. They both were exhausted and he fell into a relaxing sleep right along with her.

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When Tina came downstairs next morning Gerald was finishing up his breakfast.

“You okay?” he asked her.

“I’m okay. How are you?”

“Still in shock. But I’ll survive. Do you have anything to say about it?”

Tina sat at the table opposite him and stared directly into his face. He looked as if he hadn’t slept much. She, on the other hand, had slept very well.

“What can I tell you, Gerald? I had sex with two handsome young men. If you want to throw me out of the house I’ll go back upstairs and pack my things. If you want to file for divorce, that’s okay too. I understand.”

He watched her, sipping his coffee.

“And if I don’t? If I don’t want to throw you out or divorce you?”

“That’s okay too. Though you might want to give it some thought. I can tell you one thing for sure. What happened last night was my choice, and I enjoyed every minute of it. I’ve learned something about myself that you may not like. I enjoy sex more than I can say. But I’ve learned that I like taboo sex even more. Like fucking more than one guy at the same time. And I’m not going to be able to stop.”

He stared at her. Fuck, she was beautiful. Even without make-up, even after a night of lewd, illicit, rough sex, she was still sexy as hell. What she said was shocking, but would he ever be able to give her up? How would he ever find someone as young and desirable and willing, at his age? He wasn’t old by any means, but he happened to be attracted to girls still in their late teens.

“I’ll stay married to you if that’s what you want,” she continued. “I’ll leave today if you prefer that. But if you want me to stay you’ll have to accept that I won’t be faithful to you. I can’t.”

“You want to keep fucking other guys? Sometimes more than one at the same time?”

“Yes. Or maybe try other exciting things. I want, you know, freedom to explore.”

“And where do I fit in?”

“I’ll still fuck you, Gerald, if that’s what you want. I gather last night’s session was pretty exciting for you, in spite of everything.”

He was quiet for a moment. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Then he spoke.

“I have a confession to make. I haven’t been faithful either. When I’m out of town I sometimes pay for sex. In a way we’re even on that score. But on top of that I have to admit that seeing you last night fucking two men, double-fucking two men, turned me on more than anything I’ve seen in my life. That’s partly why I fucked you so hard later. That and being mad as hell of course.”

She stared back at him.

“You got turned on watching me with two strange men?”

“I did. I hate to admit it, but I did.”

They were both silent for a while, gazing across the table at each other. It occurred to Tina suddenly just how weird this was by way of breakfast conversation. She wondered how many other couples had ever had this kind of talk over a kitchen table.

“So what are you implying?” she asked. “That you’d like to start watching me with other men? Become a voyeur?”

“Maybe. It’s a thought.”

“It sounds a little kinky, even for me, Gerald. I suppose you’d like to join in at some point, rather than just play the pervert?”

“Yes. It would be really hard to watch you without getting off myself.”

Again she stared at him. She wouldn’t have given Gerald credit for this much imagination, this much tolerance. All in all it was better than the violent screaming match she’d envisioned for this morning.

“I’m not sure about this, Gerald. I’m not sure how I feel about having you watch while I have sex. It’s really fucking weird.”

“Think about it. But I really don’t see how we can stay together unless you agree to something like this. I can’t just sit around the house alone while you go about fucking your way through half the men in town.”

“Fuck, Gerald, this would be quite the arrangement.”

“Yes it would. But I think it could work. I’ve been mulling it over all night. And in fact I’m off in a few minutes to meet an old friend to see if I can’t set something up.”

“Set something up?”

“Yes. As a kind of experiment for us. I think I could arrange something you would like.”

“Gerald …”

“Leave it with me. I’ll see you tonight. You know me, ever the deal-maker.” And with that he stood up and left the room.

Tina sat there gazing after him, partly stunned, partly intrigued. The old son of a bitch, what could he be up to? In a way she felt relieved. This whole morning could have gone a lot worse. She still had a roof over her head. She still had a marriage, of sorts. And she did have the option of some kind of freedom for herself. The whole wild situation did seem to have room for negotiation. She began moving around the kitchen, preparing a meal for herself, wondering all the while who Gerald was meeting and what they were cooking up.

Gerald was in fact meeting his old acquaintance Roy, the strip club manager from years back. They sat in a secluded booth in a bar not far from Roy’s club, and Gerald was telling him all about what he’d witnessed the previous evening. Roy seemed to have Ataşehir Yabancı Escort trouble believing what he was hearing.

“That sweet young thing with the big beautiful tits and gorgeous face? With two guys? Fuck, who would have thought? I met her last year, if you recall, just after you were married. We ran into each other somewhere.”

“I remember. Tina was curious about the girls you employ, if I remember correctly.”

“That’s right. I’d have given her a job on the spot if she hadn’t been your wife.”

“Well, she’s fucking highly sexed, if you know what I mean. I saw proof of it last night, if didn’t know it already.”

“But why are you telling me this Gerry? Seems like the kind of thing a guy would keep to himself.”

“Because, I was wondering if you could help me set up a little treat for my darling wife. Kind of a surprise.”

“Oh yeah? A revenge thing, is that it?”

“Partly. To be frank about it, I’d like to see her gangbanged.”

“Gangbanged. And you want me to arrange it?”

“You know people. You have connections. I would be paying all the expenses.”

Roy sipped his drink.

“How many men?” he said at last.

“I don’t know. Three or four for sure. How many could you get?”

“I’m not sure. Probably eight or nine.”

“It could get expensive, huh?”

“Well you’d be surprised at how small the fees can be for young studs who get to fuck some gorgeous young babe. Many are willing to do it for free. But if you wanted to use the club after hours there would be some cost. I wouldn’t charge you for my personal fee.”

“Your personal fee?”

“I’d want to be in on the action. I’ve seen your wife. I’d really love to fuck her.”

Gerald was quiet for a moment or two. Eight or nine guys! Ten including himself. Tina would have more cock than she could handle.

“Let’s do it,” he said.

“Just a word or two of warning. These guys would be hung. Really big cocks. Anal okay?”

“Sure. I told you what she did last night.”

“Any special requests?”

“Yeah. I’d want them all to come in her face.”

“All of them? That’s a lot of cum, Gerry.”

“All of them.”

“What about pissing? You want us to piss all over her?”

“Fuck, Roy, are you serious?”

“Some guys like it. I’ve seen it before.”

Gerald was thoughtful. Such a thing had never occurred to him. But then he thought back to the sight of Tina fucking her two boyfriends, and he remembered what she’d said to him that morning. She would never be faithful to him, she’d said.

“Sure, Piss on her,” he said. “Piss all over her.”

Roy gave him a long, steady look. “It’ll take a day or two to set up. I’ll call you. Can you let me have some pictures of the lovely lady in question? It helps in recruiting.”

The next two days seemed to take forever. Gerald tried to keep busy at his office and whenever he went home there was no sign of Tina. He slept in the guest bedroom and she always appeared for breakfast, but they had very little to say to each other. She did ask him once or twice how his little scheme was coming along but he had nothing to tell her. He had no idea what she did with her days or evenings and he didn’t ask. He didn’t really want to know.

On Sunday Roy phoned to tell him everything was set. The club would be closed early. Could he bring Tina along around midnight?

He caught her as she was heading out the door in early afternoon and told her he had his special surprise arranged for her. She looked at him strangely but said she’d be home by early evening. He took that as a yes and headed back down to his office to distract himself with business matters. It wasn’t easy, but the hours ticked by and by mid-evening he was sitting home waiting for her, sipping highballs.

She arrived wearing a tight black mini-skirt and a crisp white blouse, as if she herself had just come from a business meeting. She was always an incredibly classy looking young woman, he mused, watching her, even if at heart she was something of a sex-hungry slut. She sat opposite him sharing a few drinks, her gorgeous legs crossed. Her skirt was so short he could see the garters attached to her sheer black stockings.

“So what’s this dirty plan of yours, Gerald?” she asked. “I don’t want to be involved in something where I get hurt.”

“Nothing like that. You’ll be perfectly safe. And if for any reason you don’t want to participate, you just say the word and everything stops. It’s just something I think you’ll enjoy. And I know I will. And if things go well it might mean a way forward for us, a way for us to stay together.”

She studied him closely. She was seeing sides of her husband that she never knew existed, but one thing she felt sure of and that was that she could trust his word. And whatever he had in mind she was kind of curious about.

Just before midnight they drove downtown and Gerald parked in a small lot off a congested alley. Then came her first surprise.

“Mind if I blindfold you, just till we get inside?” he said.

She hesitated. This Ataşehir Yeni Escort was getting a little kinky, even for her. But she let him loop a black blindfold around her head and lead her by the hand across the alley and into the back door of a building that smelled of alcohol and cigarette smoke. He led her down a passageway and up some steps and sat her down on what felt like a bed covered in plastic.

“Just sit there for two minutes and we’ll get started,” he said. He went back down the steps and she heard him talking softly with someone. She could also hear slight rustling and shuffling noises behind her somewhere. She sensed that she was being surrounded.

“Okay Tina, you can remove the blindfold,” Gerald instructed after maybe another minute had passed. “You can start enjoying your treat.”

Tina did as he asked and for a moment she was disoriented. She was seated on a bed, sure enough, but she was bathed in a soft spotlight and she appeared to be on some kind of small stage. Once her eyes adjusted she caught sight of Gerald sitting with some guy at a table in front of the stage, one of several in what seemed to be some kind of nightclub. Then she glanced to one side and her heart skipped a beat.

She was surrounded by men, young, athletic-looking men, and they were all naked, their cocks looming down in front of them in various stages of erection. She counted six or eight at a glance. Their hands moved down from time to time to stroke or pump their pricks gently. They’d obviously been doing this for some time, for all of the cocks were far from soft. They were some of the biggest dicks she’d ever seen, and under the soft light among the most beautiful. She counted at least three black cocks that especially made her mouth water.

“Oh sweet fuck,” she muttered, glancing quickly at Gerald and his friend, the only people in the audience. “Gerald, you are one dirty son of a bitch.”

“Any objections? Any reservations?” he answered. “You’re free to leave if you wish.”

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Gerald, you’ve outdone yourself.”

Again she looked at the naked men. There were cocks as far as the eye could see. She was in cock heaven. She barely looked at their faces. Her eyes were focussed the whole time on the masses of man-meat in front of her.

“I don’t know where to start,” she murmured.

Suddenly one of the black guys stepped forward and took her hand. He urged her gently to her feet, as if he were asking her to dance. Then slowly and methodically he began to unbutton her white blouse. She wore no bra and her big beautiful tits were soon on display. He slipped the blouse off her shoulders and draped it over the back of a small stool beside the bed. Then he unzipped her skirt and helped her step from it.

She was wearing no panties and so stood there naked but for her black garter belt and stockings. He made no move to remove these items but just stood there in front of her, a sweet smile on his handsome face. He didn’t say a word but just watched as she slowly sank to her knees in front of him.

She took his huge cock in one hand and shucked it up and down two or three times. She could sense it stiffening further. It felt like some heavy hunk of lead pipe in her fist.

She gazed up at him with a sly smile on her beautiful face then licked his cockhead once, twice, three times before folding her lips over it. She began to suck, drawing in as much of the shaft as she could on each downstroke. But it was just so fucking thick and big. Two or three inches was all she could manage for now.

The other men began to move in closer, till she was completely enclosed in a circle of throbbing pricks. She reached up her free hand and gripped the closest one, pumping it softly, feeling it swell under her fingers to full erection. Her mouth came up off the first hard-on and moved over to this second hot cock. And in this way she began to work her way around the circle, sucking in one cock after another, grasping dick after dick in both hands now. She heard the occasional moan of pleasure from the men but no one spoke. The only other sound was the soft slurping sound of her mouth on hard-on after hard-on. After a few minutes she figured she’d sucked maybe eight cocks but she couldn’t be sure. When she thought she’d worked her way around to the first cock she began varying her efforts by dipping her head beneath the shafts to lick and suck each set of bloated balls. Her hands never stopped their steady jerking motions on each prick she encountered.

All for me, she thought. All these men, all these cocks, growing hard as steel just for me. The notion filled her with such a sense of her own worth, her own attractiveness. She didn’t feel used, abused, humiliated in any way. She felt empowered. She was the only female in a room full of horny men and she was in control. She had these guys in the palm of her hand. And of course in her mouth.

The tall black man who had first approached her and seemed to be in charge suddenly drew her out of the circle of hard-ons and urged her down Ataşehir Masaj Salonu on the bed. He lay her at an angle so that her head was tilted back over the foot of the bed. He knelt on the floor and gently spread her legs so that he could move between them and begin licking her dampening pussy. Immediately the other men formed a line behind a second black man who was angling his hard-on down toward her mouth. He slipped his cockhead between her lips and began gently fucking her face. His hands reached down to knead her big rolling tits.

Her lower body had begun to tingle almost as soon as the black fellow had started licking her. Now he was prying her outer labia apart and touching her clit with the tip of his tongue. Tina felt her orgasm building right away. His tongue flicked her swollen clit every which way and waves of pleasure rippled through her. Her thighs moved in and out on either side of his head as he worked her twat.

The second black man was driving his hard-on down her throat with deeper and deeper lunges. His balls dangled and swayed above her eyes, almost hitting her. His cock was so big, so thick, it was damn near choking her.

“I’ve got to get a closer look at this,” Gerald was saying. He stood up and climbed onto the stage, removing items of clothing as he went. Roy stood up and followed him. As they stripped off the last of their clothes they stood beside the bed staring down at Tina. She was writhing between the two black men, moaning softy as her orgasm grew.

The black man fucking her face suddenly withdrew, as if he was about to come. He stepped to one side and his place was immediately taken by the next male in line, who lowered his hard-on onto her face and into her mouth.

Both Gerald and Roy slowly jerked themselves to full erection as they watched this.

“Is this what you wanted? Are you enjoying this?” Roy asked.

“Oh yeah. This is exactly what I wanted,” Gerald replied. “This is fucking fantastic.”

Tina’s lower body suddenly went into a series of spastic jerks and gyrations, and she was coming, thrusting her gaping twat up hard onto the black fellow’s mouth. She was growling deep in her throat, the sounds cut off briefly each time the cock in her mouth bulled into her throat. Fluid spurted from her cunt on either side of the black man’s face.

“Fuck, she comes hard, don’t she,” Roy grunted. “What a hot little bitch.”

Gerald didn’t reply. He was watching his wife’s incredible body writhing and bucking between the two men. She’d never come this hard with him. There was something about these lewd, taboo situations that really let her loose.

Her movements continued for several seconds more, but finally she settled back on the bed and the fellow between her legs stood up, his face dripping pussy juice. Then he was taking his massive hard-on in hand and moving back between her thighs. He nudged his cockhead between her labia and eased forward. He began fucking Tina with slow, easy movements.

And now a line-up began behind this guy, headed by the black fellow who had been fucking her face. The lines moved slowly, whoever was fucking her mouth pulling out only to wait his turn between her legs. Both Gerald and Roy were completely hard now and they took their places behind the younger men. It gave Gerald such a strange feeling to watch stranger after stranger plowing his cock deep into his wife’s throat, only to withdraw after a minute or two and move down to begin fucking her pussy. It enraged and excited him at the same time.

And after half an hour or so he realized that all the men had fucked both her face and her pussy, and not a single one had ejaculated. He’d felt himself come so close he’d had to withdraw from her after only a few seconds. He was so turned on he could barely stand it.

The tall black master of ceremonies was suddenly lying on his back on the bed and motioning for Tina to climb on top of him. He held his massive cock upright in his fist, waiting for her. She was so far gone in her sex trance though that at first she didn’t notice him. She was too busy sucking one huge prick and wrapping her thighs around the fellow fucking her.

Roy touched her shoulder and snapped her out of her daze. He urged the two men out of her mouth and pussy and helped her climb up over the big black man and onto his cock. She gripped it dazedly and nudged it between her legs, sinking down on it with a soft sigh of pleasure. Her big tits swayed down over the black man’s face and he began to suck her distended nipples.

Before she could start riding the big cock though a second black guy was crawling onto the bed behind her. Seemingly from nowhere he produced a small tube of lubricant and smeared globs of the stuff up and down the crack of her ass, concentrating especially on the puckered ring of her asshole. Then he was tilting his hard-on down, planting the head onto her anus. He eased forward, bulling his thick cock up her ass.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she muttered.

But almost at once a third male was climbing on the bed in front of her. He stood with his legs spread on either side of the black man below him and urged Tina up enough to thrust his hard-on into her face. Before she could quite get her bearings the cock was shoved into her mouth and she was impaled on three pricks. All three men began to move, ramming their cocks in and out of Tina with short, sharp lunges.

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Author’s note:

This is the sequel to my story Claiming Khym. I hadn’t initially planned to go further with these characters, but with encouragement from readers (thank you!) I realized there was more to their story.

As with the first installment, I had assistance with the female perspective. A friend of mine (a Lit contributor) read drafts and fragments of the story as I wrote it. Her assistance was vital for getting inside the head of the female character, Khym. I hope that my writing does justice to that help.

This is a work of fiction. All characters are over age eighteen. Thanks for reading!

*****

“Full house, tens and twos. Pay up, ladies!”

“Son of a bitch!” said James, throwing his cards down in disgust. Kelvin gleefully collected the pot as the others groaned, leaning back in their chairs or staring ruefully at their shrinking piles of chips.

James, though he had lost more hands than he cared to admit, nonetheless smiled. The evening of male companionship, poker, and whisky was the perfect antidote to a rough week at the office. Blues played in the background.

“You’re doing well tonight, Kelvin,” Marc said. He was the youngest of the group, and the newest addition to their sporadic poker night ritual. “You sure you don’t have something up your sleeve?”

Kelvin had finished collecting his winnings and now stacked chips into neat piles. “No. I have something in my pants, though. You wanna see?”

“Sure,” said Marc. “Lemme get a microscope or something.”

Neil snorted. The four were gathered around James’s dining table, well into their second hour of cards. James, who handled his liquor well, was wrapped in the pleasant glow of a mild intoxication. His glass was empty.

“Kelvin,” he said. “Your turn to pick.”

“Huh? Oh.” Catching James’s meaning, the stocky man went to the liquor cabinet to peer within. “Did we try the Balvenie? The fourteen?”

“The Caribbean Cask? No.” All four men shared an appreciation for Scotch.

“Love this one,” said Kelvin, bringing the bottle to the table.

It was Marc’s turn to deal, but the group took a break to enjoy the spirit. A favorite blues guitarist played. The track deserved to be louder, but James was too content to get up and adjust the volume.

“Just a touch sweet,” James said to no one in particular.

“I can’t make that out,” Neil said. “I like it though.”

James’s phone buzzed in his pocket. A rare text on a Friday night. He checked.

Miss you

Khym. Irritated, James pocketed the phone. She knew not to pester him, especially on the weekends. Didn’t she have a life?

“Marc, you still bangin’ that chick? That tall chick?” This from Kelvin. As the youngest, Marc’s sex life routinely was the object of curiosity.

“Yeah,” he said casually. “We bang. What about you? You bangin’ anyone?”

“No,” said Kelvin. “I’m married. Married guys don’t bang. It’s like you’re not paying attention, Marc.” Both Neil and Kelvin were known to gripe about their home lives.

“She’s alright,” Neil said, referring to Marc’s girlfriend. “Any chick who’ll let you out on a Friday night and bang you on a Saturday is a keeper. Don’t lose that one.”

“Don’t lose her,” agreed Kelvin. He took a sip. “And don’t marry her.”

James’s pocket vibrated, announcing another text. Sighing inwardly, he checked it, and almost choked on his whisky. Instead of a text, Khym had sent him a photo of his backyard. The young woman must be in the alley. Incredible. He considered his options. Absolutely, his sub couldn’t be ignored. She’d be sure to become increasingly anxious, creating in her mind fantastic scenarios in which James had lost interest in her or found another sub. Equally concerning, she shouldn’t be lingering in the alley. James’s urban neighborhood was gentrifying but still rough around the edges. A beautiful young woman like Khym would be nothing more than prey.

“What is it?” Neil had caught James gaping at his phone.

Making up his mind, James made a loud, exaggerated sigh. “It’s my neighbor. He’s hauling out a piece of furniture and wants my help. Just take a few minutes.” He rose.

“What?” asked Marc. “It’s almost ten. You want some help?”

“No, it’s cool, thanks.” James turned up the volume on the stereo. “This is a great track!” Before anyone else could object, he popped down the stairs.

James’s basement was in transition. The previous owner had laid it out as a kids’ playroom. Having no need for such a space, James had pulled up some of the carpet to make room for a workbench. In addition, he had roughed-out a small room that he planned to finish as a wine cellar. For now it was little more than studs, wiring, and a bare patch of concrete floor. A small guest room and bath remained.

Still cursing with irritation, James flicked off the outside security lights and stepped into the late spring night. His eyes slowly adjusted. He caught a glimpse of movement. Ataşehir Olgun Escort

“Master,” Khym said quietly as James approached. They stood on either side of the chain-link gate that separated James’s backyard from the alley. “I’m sorry! I missed you!”

“What the fuck, Khym?” James shook his head in disbelief. Khym had come to the house once with Chip when they were still dating. That must be how she’d known where to find him.

“I’m sorry, Master!” Khym repeated. Dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a torn tee, she looked feminine and enticing. She wrung her hands nervously about, darting a look down the alley before returning her gaze to James. “It’s been a month. I… I didn’t know…”

“It’s only been two weeks, Khym. Goddammit!”

Her eyes pleaded with him. “I want… can I stay with you, please?”

“What?” James was incredulous. “No, no, Khym. We talked about this. You can’t stay. You aren’t even supposed to be here.” It was James’s turn to look around the alley. “Go home. I’ll call you tomorrow.” He turned to go.

“No, no!” Desperate hands clutched at him. “No, please!” There was a frantic edge to her voice that James hadn’t picked up on before.

Before Khym could further raise her voice James spun. He clamped one hand across her mouth and with the other seized her shoulder. “Shhhhhh!” Her eyes were wide, feral. Whatever was going on in her mind, he had no alternative. James would have to find some way to take her in. He cursed.

Unlatching the gate, James guided his sub to the back of the house. He pressed his ear against the door and was rewarded with the thumping bass of the stereo. He’d be able to take Khym inside without the others hearing him.

James opened the door before something stopped him. He was treating Khym like a guest, not property.

“Top off,” he said.

“What?” Khym took a hesitant step toward the door.

James barred her way with a raised arm. “Take your top off,” he repeated, resolve heavy in his voice.

Again Khym looked longingly at the open door, then to James. She lowered her head. “Yes, Master.” She wriggled out of her top. Khym’s skin looked pale, almost ghostlike in the near dark. A simple black bra protected her modesty.

James felt a tinge of arousal. With two weeks passed since their last session, he was more than ready. He grabbed a breast roughly, pawing the girl’s firm flesh through the fabric of the bra. He pinched her nipple hard. Khym gasped.

“Shhhhh,” James cautioned. “Be a good pet and don’t make a sound.” Locking his eyes on hers, James again pinched her nipple. He held it firmly. Khym’s lips parted, but this time she kept silent. When her brow knitted in pain, James let go.

“Good. Now your bra.”

The girl scrambled to comply, unhooking the bra and quickly sliding the straps down her arms. Her buoyant breasts popped free. Eager to play with her body, but increasingly attentive to how long he had been absent from the game, James merely took in the sight before proceeding.

“Jeans and shoes. Quickly now.”

Again, Khym obeyed, kicking loose her sandals before awkwardly wriggling from the tight fabric of her jeans. Amazing, James thought, how quickly a touch of pain made her compliant. Without being told to do so, Khym tugged off her thong panties. She stood naked, protected only by the incomplete darkness of a city night.

“Hands and knees,” he said. “Crawl.”

Flashing him a brief, unreadable glance, Khym sank to the grass. Her black hair spilled across her back and over one shoulder. The girl’s splendid ass was raised invitingly. A flicker of distant light moved across them, followed by the crunch of gravel. Music pounded from an approaching car.

“Crawl,” James hissed.

Khym did, passing from the tender grass to the cold floor of her master’s basement. The door shut behind her.

***

Her mind torn with conflicting impulses, Khym crawled into darkness. Her knees scraped first against concrete, then the steel and rubber of the door frame. She sensed James close behind, urging her forward before the approaching car again might throw its light upon them. At last her hands felt the carpet. She was safe. Music, dulled to only its bass, pressed in from above.

With a soft click, James flicked on an outside light. Enough wan illumination reached into the room for Khym to make it out. The basement was split. Utilitarian carpet covered one half of the room and continued up the plain stairs to the upper level. The opposite side was bare concrete with a workbench and a wheeled, bright red tool locker. It was in this direction that her master now steered her.

“You missed me, huh?” James’s voice was a barely audible but menacing whisper. “Don’t say a fucking word!” At some point he must have picked up her things. These he threw down beside her.

Khym dared a look at her master. James had a stern, determined set to his jaw. He stared down Ataşehir Sarışın Escort at her with a range of emotions she couldn’t hope to decipher. Anger, certainly. She had been convinced he would be glad to see her. Or was she lying to herself? She missed the man. She missed the certainty of their relationship, the absolutes that made up their shared vocabulary. With James, there was none of the dance that more conventional relationships demanded. No negotiations. He commanded and she obeyed.

Tugging at her hair, James yanked Khym half upright. She tottered, knees complaining against the unyielding concrete. Somehow, she resisted crying out in pain.

“This is what you wanted.” Something cold brushed her, bouncing lightly against Khym’s back. Before she could puzzle out what was happening, James released her hair and began tying her wrists. Lashing tighter, he moved on to bind her lower arms together, then elbows, then with a final loop, her upper arms. Khym’s shoulders were pulled back, thrusting her chest forward.

Still standing behind her, James stroked her face tenderly, then not so tenderly. She felt the press of something rough and unyielding against her cheek. “Or rather,” James said, “this is what you wanted.” It was the collar. Khym could smell the leather, and something of her own scent, the combination both cruel and comforting. She raised her chin, exposing her neck to accept the leather band.

Instead, James tossed it to the floor. It skidded to lay empty on the bare concrete of the garage floor. Her master walked to the bottom of the stairs. He called back to her in a low, flat voice.

“Do you want to wear that again?”

Fear shot through her. What had she done? Khym tried to speak, but found her throat tight. She could only nod mutely. The collar lay stark and lonely, meaningless without the hand that bound it to her.

“Think about it then,” James said. His voice carried a hint of fatigue, of disappointment. “I’m going to play cards now. If you make a fucking sound it’s over.” He trudged to the top of the stairs before stopping again. He flicked off the light. “You better hope I win a few hands.”

***

“… no, I’m saying that without struggle, without something to fight for, life is meaningless.” Neil was lecturing the others.

“So, hold on,” Marc said. He raised his eyes, registering James’s return, but returned to the conversation. “You’re saying I give you all the money you need, beautiful women throwing themselves at you, no need to work, a big fucking yacht… whatever.” He spread his arms. “Everything. And you won’t be happy?”

“For a while, of course. But you’re going to get bored. There’s no purpose, no meaning to it.” Neil spoke with increasing animation. The man was several years younger than James, and had a runner’s slim build. His glass was empty, but nonetheless he waved it for emphasis. “Life has to have meaning!”

Kelvin sighed loudly, turning toward James. “See what happens when you leave us unsupervised?”

“Does someone need to go into time out?” James spoke with forced humor, but inside a swell of relief surged. There was no sign the others had seen or heard anything of his encounter with Khym.

“Help me out here,” Neil said, exasperated.

The group was still assembled at the dining room table, a scratched and weathered slab that James had claimed in the divorce. It still bore the marks where decades prior Chip had attempted to carve his name. He sat.

“I am going to back you up, Neil.” He poured a touch more whisky while the others gauged him, unsure whether to expect sincerity or a joke. “Everyone needs something, either work, a challenge of some sort, someone who depends on them…” He let the sentence trail off, thinking of Khym. Exploring the woman’s need to be controlled had woken in him something unfathomed. It was more than just sex.

Marc nodded his head in mock acceptance. “There is someone who depends one me,” he said, emptying his glass. “His name is Johnnie Walker.”

***

The door eased shut, muffling the sounds of Neil, Kelvin, and Marc as they argued their way toward the street. James exhaled. The detritus of the evening could wait. He was more than a bit buzzed, and during gaps between the last few hands had fantasized freely about the young woman, naked and bound, in his basement. It was time for play.

Leaving the basement lights off, James navigated the stairs by feel, letting each thump of heel against step hang in the air. Khym would be able to make out his silhouette, but not read his expression. As his own eyes adjusted, James could see that she hadn’t moved far from the workbench. With his approach, Khym hung her head.

James said nothing. He stroked Khym’s hair, tenderly at first, then grabbed a fistful of black curls. He twisted her head toward him. Her eyes were wide and fearful, searching him for some clue. Still holding her, James fished out his cock. He pressed Ataşehir Şişman Escort the full, soft organ against her face, sliding it across her cheek and mouth. Khym parted her lips, but James ignored the offer. Instead, he continued to her other cheek, a trace of saliva on his shaft. He repeated the motion.

“You know I can get laid, get a blowjob, right?” Again, James rubbed his cock against Khym’s face, smearing the globs of saliva. He pushed his cock against her eyes and nose. “I mean, I don’t have trouble getting pussy.”

Khym nodded quietly, eyes downcast.

“So what makes you special, Khym?” He was hard now. “Why should I put up with this? Someone who doesn’t listen to what the fuck I tell her?”

“I’m, I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I didn’t know-”

“You don’t have to know! Goddammit!” James pressed the head of his cock against her lips. “You only have to listen to me, do what I say.” Still gripping her hair, he began to push. His cock violated her mouth. “Take it.”

Khym obeyed, stretching her mouth to accept his eager shaft. Her eyes slid shut. Roughly, James stuffed her mouth with cock. He would take what he wanted tonight. If in the morning she still wished to be his slave he would consider it. She would have to earn back his trust.

***

The wait was excruciating, as much for the press of the unyielding concrete against Khym’s flesh as for the gnawing uncertainty. She sat, shifting positions every few minutes, hoping to keep the hard chill from her bones. But no amount of mental gyrations could protect Khym from her own misgivings. Coming to him so impulsively had been a mistake. It was so clear now. Fears played in her head without relent. Fears that he would discard her, cast her away as he had the collar. The minutes dragged.

Now, with James’s cock stuffed into her mouth Khym again wrestled with her demons. On one hand, their relationship fell at least partially back into place. Kneeling, mouth stretched to accommodate him, Khym found herself in the comforting territory of sub. She had but to please her man. If she could satisfy him, accept his punishment, and prove her worth, things between them would be set right.

And yet, it was incomplete. He hadn’t bothered to collar her. That had been their constant these many weeks. James would collar her before taking his pleasure. With the collar her place was clear. She was his property. Her man would take care of that which he owned. But what of a woman he merely used?

There was no time to consider such abstracts. The organ filling Khym’s mouth demanded her attention, would not be denied. She accepted it, the now familiar bulging veins rippling past her lips before journeying deeper, the steadying presence of James’s hand clenching her hair, keeping her mouth in the optimal position. The older man pulled out before plunging forward yet again.

Khym remembered one recent session. James had lain, almost passively, while she sucked him to the brink of release. With his hands curled into her hair there had been the ever-present possibility of a correction, but he hadn’t forced himself into her mouth that day. Instead, careful to recall every clue her master had offered her, Khym had relentlessly pleasured him. With plenty of attention to his plump balls, and doing her best not to gag when his cock jerked and bucked into her mouth, Khym had coaxed a crashingly powerful orgasm out of James. Her mouth had filled with thick seed as her man howled with ecstasy.

Their encounter tonight would follow no such script. Angry and buzzed, James was in no mood to let Khym control their encounter. Rather than let her adjust her position to please him, the older man kept a painful grip on her hair while pumping her mouth like he might her pussy. Again and again his cock invaded the back of her throat. Khym nearly retched.

“That’s right,” James said. “Offer up your mouth.”

“Guh, guh, guh…” The rhythmic sound of Khym’s gagging filled the room. Saliva flowed in thick strands down her chin and neck, sometimes swinging free to slap against her breasts. She was at her limit. And yet, hope surged in her. The familiar contours of his cock comforted her even as the fat organ tested her abilities. James was ragingly hard. The man still wanted her.

***

“Fuck,” James groaned. He pulled free, his cock springing up eagerly. Khym, crouching before him, looked up, desperation in her eyes. The girl’s face was slick with saliva and tears.

“You didn’t answer my question.” James pressed his cock against her face.

“Wh-what question?” She searched him for any clue.

“What’s special about you?” His eyes bored into her. “Why should I put up with your shit?”

“I… I… I don’t know, master.”

“No,” agreed James. “I don’t know either.” He pressed his cock against her cheek, smearing her makeup. “Except…”

“What?” Khym clung desperately to the possibility of an answer.

“You give yourself to me completely. Not just your mouth and your pussy.” James eyed her, an even deeper arousal growing within him.

“Yes!” Khym’s eyes were bright. “Yes, everything!”

“Stand then,” James said, yanking his sub to her feet. Her eyes flickered toward the collar, still laying empty on the floor. “You want that?”

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It was late when I awoke. After the workout with Joan, I had been exhausted.

After a quick shower and a shave, I dressed and headed for the club. I figured on breakfast then playing some tennis to work out the kinks.

When I returned home, there were two messages on my recorder. The first one was from Joan thanking me for a wonderful evening and asking when we would get together again.

The second was from a newspaper reporter named Betty. She wanted to interview me. I called her back.

It seems that she had gotten wind of the acupuncture treatments I had been taking and wanted to do a story on me and the results, etc.

I didn’t have anything pressing, so I invited her over. Having an hour to kill, I took a quick shower, cracked open a beer and settled down to wait. The wait was worth it.

When I opened the front door I was looking at the biggest set of tits I’ve ever seen. 40s plus and sticking straight out from her chest.

She had on a simple cotton ‘T’ shirt that was straining at every seam. She also had on a pair of rust colored gabardine slacks, but I never noticed that until much later.

After introducing herself and Gloria, her photographer, Betty’s eyes immediately found my crotch.

Her eyes widened as they traced the outline of my cock. My cock responded to her stare and, suddenly, my cut-offs seemed tight.

Her nipples began to stiffen. I could see her aureoles, big as a silver dollars, through the thin shirt. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra – and didn’t have to.

I invited them in and led them to the patio bar. Since everyone opted for iced tea, it made the serving easier.

As I was fixing the drinks, I did a quick appraisal.

Betty looked to be about 30. Blond hair and dark blue eyes that had a violet tint to them.

Wide flaring hips set below a short waist. I suppose her waist looked shorter because of the immense size of her tits.

Gloria was about 4’10” tall. Thin supple body with almost no tits at all. Short cropped jet black hair and almond colored eyes. Cute, but no fashion plate. She had on jeans and a tank top that left nothing to the imagination.

The three of us drifted over to a table and sat down. Betty opened the interview by telling me that she had overheard an instructor at the health spa talking about this guy with this huge cock.

After hearing about the size being caused by an acupuncture treatment, she felt that there was a story in it.

The instructor was Mandy. After getting my name and number from Mandy, she had called and left a message on my recorder.

Betty’s nervous habit of licking her lips as she talked started me fantasizing about having them wrapped around the head of my cock. My cock swelled even more.

I told Betty that I would grant her an interview, but with a few conditions. No names. No pictures. No printing without my approval. I wanted the story to be factual without any editorial license being invoked except mine.

We haggled over the picture bit and I finally told her that I would allow Polaroid shots only, but no faces.

While Gloria left to take her camera equipment out to the car, Betty started the interview.

Turning on her recorder, she asked me to just tell the details and she would draft the story from her tape.

I began talking and she would occasionally ask questions about some of the details. Her eyes never left the bulge of my cock.

While we were talking, Gloria returned with a Polaroid and a film pack. She sat down quietly and just observed the interview.

Since I hadn’t mentioned my marathon love making sessions, Betty began asking questions about my love life.

I gave her some of the details, but left out a lot also. After all, I felt that my friends deserved some degree of privacy.

By the time we finished the interview, my cock was hard as a rock. Feeling as though I needed to either cool off or do something about it, I decided to do both.

When I invited the girls to a dip in the pool, both of them told me that they would love to but, without swim suits they would be quite embarrassed. I decided to take matters in hand.

Standing, I unbuttoned my cut-offs and let them drop to the patio. They both gasped when my 21″ cock sprang into view. I could see that they both would soon join me in the pool so I dove in.

I swam to the other end of the pool and hoisted myself out. Turning to sit on the edge of the pool, I saw that they were finishing undressing. Then they both jumped into the pool and swam in my direction.

I sat there with my cock dangling in the water until they reached me. Betty was the first to ask if she could feel my cock. Since I knew this might well have been the only purpose of the interview anyway, I told her to go ahead.

Wrapping her hand around my cock, she began to stroke it. My cock got even harder. The blood red crown was straining for release.

I told Betty that, if she kept that up, she was going to bite off more than she could chew. Bostancı Esmer Escort With that remark, she closed her lips around the crown of my cock and began sucking it.

Gloria wasn’t exactly idle during this time. She alternated between playing with Betty’s huge nipples and fondling my balls.

As she kneaded and squeezed my ball sac, coupled with Betty’s sucking, my cock continued to swell until I was about ready to cum.

Telling them to back off a little, I eased into the pool between them. I kissed Betty as I massaged her breasts. Her nipples were about an inch in diameter and at least as long. Each one looked to be as big as a shot glass. I had to suck on them.

As I kissed and sucked Betty’s nipples, Gloria submerged and wrapped her lips around my rigid cock. It was obvious she was trying to make me cum before she ran out of air.

Betty’s body began to quiver as soon as I fingered found her moist cunt. She was having an orgasm already.

Pulling Gloria to the surface, I told her that there was plenty of cock to go around. I didn’t give them all the details, but I did tell them I could last quite awhile.

With that, I hoisted Betty up and inserted the head of my cock into her hot pussy. I slowly lowered her until my cock was buried deep within her.

As soon as my cock entered her, Betty began to cum. Her hot pussy began milking my cock. God, was she tight.

I leaned her back, just so her head was still out of the water and Gloria began sucking Betty’s tits as I rapidly bounced her up and down the length of my cock. Betty went wild.

Sooner than I wanted, I began to cum. Spurt after spurt of red hot cum splashing the depth of Betty’s hot juicy cunt.

As Betty came down from her orgasm, my softening cock slid out of her. It was Gloria’s turn.

We swam to the shallow end of the pool where we could lie on the pool bottom and still be in the water.

Gloria noticed that my cock had softened and decided to do something about it. She took the crown of my cock in her mouth and began a slow sucking motion that soon had my cock hard again. Even though she didn’t have much for tits and had a small ass, this girl could really suck cock. I think she was the best I’d ever had.

Meanwhile, Betty had moved into position behind Gloria and began licking her pussy. The hotter Gloria got, the faster she sucked my cock.

Lifting her up, I pulled her on top of me. With Betty guiding my cock, we inserted it into the entrance of Gloria’s pussy.

Gloria began to ease herself down the length of my huge cock until it was buried deep within her.

Betty moved around and began sucking on Gloria’s nipples. They were extremely sensitive and responded immediately.

Then, with real slow movements, Gloria began easing my cock in and out of her hot cunt. About 6 strokes later I began to cum.

As my cock-juice splashed within her womb, it set of a chain reaction and Gloria’s pussy began to quiver. She was multi-orgasmic.

Her hips were thrashing back and forth even after I pulled my cock out of her.

Laying Gloria down in the shallow water I noticed the absence of pubic hair. I love to lick a clean shaved pussy.

I pulled her hips out of the water and began to tongue-fuck her. She ground her hot pussy into my face and began cumming. After she reached another 3 or 4 orgasms, I stopped. We all needed a rest and some refreshments.

I fixed some wine coolers and we reclined on chaise lounges to let the warm sun do it’s work.

I took this opportunity to do a full appraisal of my guests. Betty’s nipples continued to fascinate me. They remained hard in the cool breeze that wafted over them. Her aureoles were huge and puckered as though someone was sucking on them.

Gloria’s little nipples were also hard. Small though they were, they were still sensitive and erotic.

We languished in the warm sun and I began to doze.

The doorbell woke me. I went to the front door and peered through the peep hole. Mandy was standing there.

I hadn’t seen her since she and I had a pretty hot night of making love. The memories of that night was causing my cock to swell. I opened the door.

Mandy gasped as she caught sight of my huge cock. The last time we met, it had been smaller than it is now and the sight of it shocked her.

Inviting her in, I led the way to the pool deck. She might as well know right then that I had company. Then, if she chose to leave, I’d understand.

Mandy remembered Betty from the spa and I introduced her to Gloria. The three of them seemed to hit it off so I figured that Mandy planned on staying.

I fixed Mandy a carrot juice cocktail and, as I handed it to her, she reached for my cock. Giving it a squeeze, she stroked the length of it. My cock began to get harder.

When I told her that she’d better quit of I would be cumming, she leaned over and put my cockhead into her mouth. A couple of rapid sucks and my cock was rock hard.

Since Mandy as the only Bostancı Eve Gelen Escort one still dressed, I decided to do something about that. Pulling her to her feet, we kissed as I removed her clothing.

Removing her bikini underpants, I noticed that her pussy was shaved. The last time we met, her pussy was quite bushy. It must have taken some time to shave all the hair off.

I slid a finger inside and found that her juices were flowing already. She was hot and ready to fuck.

I moved to the chaise lounge and sat down. I pulled Mandy to me and, spreading her legs, I sat her on my lap. We kissed again. This time, I reached between us and rubbed her steaming pussy with my cockhead.

As my cockhead rubbed the length of her pussy, Mandy’s hips began to move back and forth.

I pulled her to me and inserted my cockhead. Her pussy was soaking wet, but the position would only allow her to take 3 or 4 inches of my cock.

I told her to hold onto my neck, took hold of her firm ass cheeks and stood up. Gravity did the rest. My cock was buried to the hilt.

Holding her thus, I made my way into the house. Sitting on the vibrator lounge in the living room, I let her body lay back on the footrest while I turned on the motors.

When the lounge chair began it’s pulsating motion, Mandy went wild. Her steaming pussy began milking my cock with the sucking motion that was so familiar.

Meanwhile, Betty and Gloria, having followed us into the house started kissing Mandy and sucking on her nipples. Mandy began to orgasm and the juices began to flow.

Gloria leaned over and placed her tongue on Mandy’s huge clit. As her tongue flicked it back and forth, Mandy’s hips were working on my rigid cock. I reached for Gloria’s pussy.

As I inserted my finger in her slippery pussy, she began grinding it against my hand. In no time, she was cumming.

By now Betty had put one of her enormous nipples in Mandy’s mouth. Mandy sucked on it as she pinched and squeezed Betty’s other one.

Mandy’s hips began bucking and thrashing about as she orgasmed. As she reached the third or fourth orgasm, she passed out.

Since the same thing happened the last time she was here, I wasn’t too concerned. I hadn’t cum though and was still ready to fuck.

I asked Betty and Gloria to carry Mandy into the bedroom and put her on the water bed.

When they returned, I was stroking my cock, keeping it ready for whoever wanted it. Betty won the coin toss.

She straddled me, facing away from me and inserted my cockhead in her hot pussy. As her ass bottomed out on my lap, she pulled Gloria onto the lounge.

Seating Gloria in front of her, Betty leaned forward and began licking her pussy as she ground her own up and down the length of my cock. In seconds, she was cumming.

I still hadn’t shot my load yet, so I asked her to get off and Gloria climbed on. After a couple of minutes of fucking in this position, I decided that it was time for a change.

Gloria and I rolled off the lounge onto the floor. My cock slipped out of her pussy in the process.

Turning her over, I positioned her on her hands and knees and inserted my cock into her pussy from behind.

As I began stroking it’s 21″ length in and out of her, Betty seated herself in front of Gloria’s face. Gloria began licking Betty’s pussy. Within minutes, the three of us began cumming.

My rigid cock filled Gloria’s tight little pussy with spurt after spurt of red hot cum.

When I had finished cumming, I pulled out of her and went to wash up. Returning to the living room, I found Betty and Gloria locked in a classic ’69’. Betty was on top with that fine ass waving in the air and was lapping my cum from Gloria’s pussy.

Watching these two ladies was very erotic. My cock began to respond. By then, I was physically tired and needed some rest, but it was obvious that these two were just getting started. Just then the doorbell rang.

When I looked through the peep hole, I saw the answer to my prayers. A fireman was there, probably asking for donations.

I told him to wait a minute and, getting a robe from the bedroom, pulled it on as I opened the door.

He introduced himself as “Tom”. He was, in fact, seeking donations for the local fire department.

Inviting him in, he took one step when he spotted Betty and Gloria. His mouth fell open when he saw that they were naked and doing a ’69’.

I told Tom that I would give him a donation if he would give me one. That got him undressed in a flash. He knew what I meant. I needed help with these hot ladies.

Kneeling behind Betty, Tom let his stiffening cock dangle into Gloria’s mouth. Thinking it was mine, she began sucking on it. It was soon hard as a rock.

When Tom’s cock was ready, he pulled it out of Gloria’s mouth and began to insert it into Betty’s pussy. His cock was only about 10″ long but was a good 2″ in diameter.

Watching these three had my cock hard and ready, so I moved into position Bostancı Evi Olan Escort in front of Betty’s mouth.

By then, Betty knew that there was another man involved in this little sex scene. It only served to make her hotter.

She consumed my cockhead and began sucking like there was no tomorrow. She intended to drain my cum as quickly as possible.

I wasn’t about to let her suck me off when there was a ready and willing pussy, so I pulled my cock out of her mouth and inserted it at the entrance to Gloria’s pussy.

Pulling her hips so that her legs spread around mine, I pushed forward. Since her pussy was still slippery with my cum, I buried all 21″ in her with ease.

I began stroking in and out of her. Soon the four of us had a rhythm established and the fucking got fast and furious.

I shot another load into Gloria and pulled out of her. By this time, Betty had reached at least 2 orgasms but Tom had not cum yet. As Betty slumped to the floor, Tom’s thick cock slipped from her pussy.

Tom had good staying power though and was still ready to fuck. It was a good thing, too. Mandy was sitting on the sofa, legs spread and two fingers buried in her cunt.

Seeing that Tom’s cock was still hard, Mandy came over to us. Pushing Tom onto his back, she mounted his cock. Just as Tom’s cockhead was at the entrance of her pussy, Mandy’s feet slipped forcing the entire length of Tom’s cock deep within her.

After getting over the initial shock of that thick cock stretching her pussy, Mandy began fucking Tom, rotating that fine black ass in little circles as her pussy worked on Tom’s cock.

When she had orgasmed for the third time, Mandy slumped forward and passed out again. I told Tom not to worry, that she always did this.

All this action had make my cock hard again. I looked for Betty and Gloria, but they were missing.

I headed for the bedroom to get the jar of strawberry jell. As I retrieved it from the headboard of my waterbed, I could hear splashing sounds coming from the spa.

Returning to the living room, I spread a liberal quantity of the jell on my cock, then I spread some on the little rosette of Mandy’s asshole.

Mandy was still astride Tom with his huge cock buried deep inside her pussy.

Inserting a finger into Mandy’s ass was quite easy. In the state she was in, all her muscles were totally relaxed and I was able to manipulate her asshole with ease.

Positioning myself behind her, I took hold of my cock and began to insert it into her.

By the time I had 6 or 8 inches within her ass, Mandy began to stir. She was coming around.

Then I began to slowly stroke my cock in and out of her. Pulling my cock out until just the head was still encased in her ass, I began pumping it back in – going deeper and deeper into her ass with each stroke.

Although I knew that she could only take some 10″ of my cock, the feeling of Tom’s cock in her pussy was quite stimulating.

The thin membrane separating our cocks felt as though my cock was rubbing Tom’s with nothing between. Soon I began to cum.

As my cum further lubricated Mandy’s ass, I was able to work a little more of my cock in and out of her until it softened and slipped out of her. Tom still hadn’t cum.

I helped Mandy off Tom and we carried her to the spa. As we placed her into the water, we noticed that Betty and Gloria were on the edge of the spa doing another ’69’ with Gloria on top.

Tom knelt behind Gloria and began to stroke her pussy with the head of his cock. Gloria began rocking back until she was able to wrap her pussy lips around the head of his cock.

Tom began thrusting forward until his cock was buried deep within her. With Betty sucking her clit and Tom slamming that huge cock into her, Gloria began to cum. As she did so, her tight pussy was milking Tom’s cock and he announced that he was about to cum.

Betty reached up and, on the out stroke, yanked Tom’s cock out of Gloria’s pussy and wrapped her lips around it.

Betty sucked and stroked Tom’s cock. Soon his cock began to swell and he began to cum. Betty swallowed valiantly trying not to lose any of it, but there was just too much for her.

While this was going on, my cock had begun to harden. Mandy had moved to my side of the spa. I was sitting on the edge of the spa with my feet dangling in the water.

Mandy moved between my legs and, taking hold of my cock, placed her hot lips around the crown.

She began to stroke my cock as she slowly sucked on it, twirling her tongue around the sensitive underside of it. In no time my cock was rock hard and I was ready to cum.

I pulled my cock from her mouth. Standing, I helped her out of the spa and led her into the shower.

Bending her over the massage table, I placed my cock at the entrance to her steaming pussy and entered her from behind. She was so hot and wet, my cock slid in to the hilt with one thrust.

Slowly I began pulling all 21″ out of her until just the crimson head of my cock was between her pussy lips. Then, just as slowly, I eased my cock in until I was deep inside her.

Maintaining this same slow rhythm, I began stroking my cock in and out of that tight black pussy. Mandy was going wild. Her hips were thrusting back and forth, trying to speed up the fuck so she could cum.

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Thank you everyone for all the feedback from my first submission! There were so many it would be impossible to reply in detail to you all. A kiss to you all, and here is the tale that so many have asked me for, the true story of my first ever time with a Black Man.

There is a lot of travelling involved in my job, I have to visit lots of my company’s stores and check that everything is running as per company instructions. I enjoy my job, I enjoy meeting lots of new people, and solving problems, and being constantly challenged to perform. There is a lot of responsibility in my job, I have to play hardball sometimes, disciplining, and being on top of things. Here is how I found out that sometimes I like to let that strong side of me slip, and let someone else take over……

The store I visited that day is one of our better ones, well run, profitable and clean. I like this store a lot, only one thing displeased me about the place. The store manager, Marcus. Oh, don’t get me wrong, he’s efficient, bright and good at his job. He’s polite and very personable. So what was upsetting me? Very simple, he ignored me!! I don’t mean he ignored what I had to say, or ignored the points that I as area manager brought, but that he ignored me as a woman. I am sure you girls know what I mean, we always notice when we are being looked at. My breasts are not big, but men look, my legs are good (I wear short skirts) and they ALWAYS get looked at. But not Marcus. He never looked, never glanced, never made me feel anything else but his area manager, not the sexy vibrant woman I craved (at times) to be seen as.

Was he gay? Well, I had heard stories that some of the female representative that visited the store had been seen in other places with him…… and other stories told me that more than one of the shop’s assistants had spent quality time with him. So it must be just me!

Now as I implied, Marcus is black. And I had never “gone” black. Not from prejudice, more from ……. Well, it just never happened. Its not as if I was a blushing virgin when I got married, nor had my husband been the only one who had sampled my horizontal delights. But none of them were black, or Asian, or anything other than true blue white Englishmen. My marriage was now in its terminal decline, and I had strayed a couple of times in the proceeding months, but black had not entered my sights because…………because it had not. Oh, I had heard all those rumours about size, and I totally put it down to that, a rumour. So whilst I found Marcus attractive, I was not actively pursuing him. Ok?

This particular day came about because of one of the company’s regular panics. Budget figures wanted yesterday, performance targets wanted last week……… so when I got to Marcus’s store, it was already near closing time and it meant we had to put some time in after the store was closed, working on the figures.

I waited in the store office, looking through the initial figures as Marcus closed the shop up. Have I told you about Marcus? This was about five years ago, so at the time, he was 27, I was 32. He’s not overly tall, maybe just on six foot, slim, kinda like a taller version of Prince? (but without the hair) Sharp dresser, always in a good suit, immaculate manners, graduate. I have to admit…….. as he walked out of the office, my eyes were drawn to his arse…… tight and very pinchable!

He came back, the store in semi darkness, and the stores books were produced, pencils, pens, calculators etc. I work with figures all the time, so do store managers, working out the new budgets and targets was not so much difficult, more time consuming and laborious. As we worked together at his desk, we kept bumping our hands into each others, or as we reached for things. His suit jacket was off, and he had rolled up his sleeves. I had taken off my business suit jacket, and was in a rather nice short sleeved blouse, one that fastened and wrapped over slightly. It was white, and my skirt was dark grey, and I had dark grey three inch heels on, with white stockings. I wore my marks and sparks knickers, plain cotton ones……..and a matching white bra, front fastening. That day, I had swept my hair into a pony tail.

For some reason, I could feel a sexual tension growing. Whist we worked, our hands met, our arms bumped up against each other, and we smiled and apologised, my pussy was overheating……. Bostancı Anal Escort My nipples were starting to bore little holes in the soft fabric of the bra, and then the blouse. Our legs brushed against each other as we sat, I could feel the heat rising………. As we worked, and I noticed this more in retrospect than at the time, he started to control how we worked through the details, got me to hand things to him, even to move to the filing cabinet and get things from it. I have to admit….. as I bent to open the bottom drawer, I kept my ankles together, and bent from the waist…….. I wanted to show him that I was a woman, and that I deserved to be acknowledged as such. I knew my skirt would ride up my thighs, and show an expanse of thigh. But that’s what I wanted.

The catalyst to my undoing was at first glance quite innocuous. Marcus dropped a pen on the floor, and as it rolled, the effort to retrieve it was more easily done by me. He told me to (told, not asked, ordered me) to get it. I got out of my seat in a flash, and had to bend, kneel to get at it….. as I did so, then started to rise, I felt Marcus’s hand on the top of my head, staying me. “No girl, stay down there”

I took in a sharp intake of breath. How dare he!! Not only was he ordering me around, me, his boss, me a strong independent woman, but he had the temerity to put his hand on my body without permission!! I’d show him that he could NOT get away with such behaviour.

Yeah? Well if his actions were so disgusting me, why was I still kneeling, pussy shooting signals all through my body, heart thumping, and an overwhelming feeling of being in my rightful place?

In the silence, there were two sounds that penetrated through to me. One was my heart which seemed so loud, the other was a metallic one…….. Marcus drawing the zip down on his trousers. I gulped……

Marcus moved his hand a little, till he took a hold of my ponytail, twisting it in his grip and pulling up…… bringing my head up so that my gaze fell onto his proud erect penis. I fell in love right there. When I saw the shiny ebony pole, long, thick, veined, uncut, head like a plum…… I could feel any attempt to protest vanish from my senses. The hand in my hair pulled me forward, till my lips were bare centimetres away from the new object of my desire. In his soft low unforced tones Marcus gave me a two word command “blow me”. I licked my lips…. Inched forward just a tiny bit more on my knees, and extended my tongue. Twirling my tongue around the head before slowly moving my lips forward to engulf the magnificent specimen in my mouth. Filling my salivating oral cavity with gorgeous, thick, uncut and throbbing black cock.

For the second time in my married life……… ok, the third……. Well, maybe the fourth…….. ok, ok!! For the fifth time in my married life I was sucking a cock that was not my husband’s. But nothing before had felt like this. My lips encircled the thickness, feeling how it was both hard and soft at the same time. Sliding my lips down the thick ebony pole, tongue searching out every nuance of it, every vein and bump of the object filling my mouth. I knew I must be doing a good job when I heard Marcus take in a sharp intake of breath…… tighten the hold he had in my hair, and say “good girl…… you’ve been wanting that for a while, haven’t you baby? Hmm? Like sucking on my black dick?”

I paused from my task to take my lips away for a brief second, and looking up at him, into his eyes. Right at that moment, I swear, right at that moment I knew I had found my place in life. The quiet authorative way that Marcus had controlled me up to now, the feeling that overwhelmed me as I knelt and sucked on his cock…… the sheer intensity of the blackness that was him….. all of that combined to show me that the aching void inside me was about to be filled. I looked up into those dark brown eyes and was barely able to express my agreement. Yes, this was what I wanted. Yes, I loved sucking black dick, his black dick. I was able to let out a murmured “yes……. I love your dick, I love sucking your big black dick” The overwhelming feeling was how, as I performed this act, how feminine I felt, how this was the perfect Ying and Yang, submissive white female, Dominant Black Male. Perfect harmony.

Marcus took the opportunity to stand, and step out of his trousers and his Bostancı Yaşlı Escort boxer shorts, then sit back on the chair, thighs spread wide and invite me to continue my oral duties. I hungrily shuffled into place and like a starving woman fell on the dark meat that protruded from Marcus’s groin. My lips and mouth and tongue working together to suckle and feed from the black monster. My fingers slid up along his thighs, stroking the flesh before finding his balls and one hand weighed them, they were like hens eggs, filled with cum, cum I wanted to taste, cum I craved. My left hand (the one with my wedding ring on it) wrapped around the shaft as I pumped the thick long pole, and RAMMED my head down the shaft. Holding there for a moment as I gagged a little, then drew my lips back…….. all the way to the end before SLAMMING back down, filling my throat with wonderful black cock. I was a bitch in heat, with only one thought on my mind, and that was to give Marcus the best blowjob he had ever had.

I flicked my tongue, I sucked the head, I licked the shaft, I tongued his balls, I took it into the back of my throat, I gave that cock a thorough oral examination!! My hands worked on the shaft and on his balls, I was so determined to have him cum in my mouth.

But if I thought I had any say in what was going to happen, I was soon shaken of that theory. Marcus tightened the grip in my blonde pony tail, and standing from his chair, with my hair tight in his hand, he proceeded to SLAMM his cock into my mouth. Using my hair as his grip, he proceeded to fuck my face. I tried to rise from my place on my knees, but his sheer strength kept me in place, I was backed against the desk, and he used his strength to keep me there as he raped my throat. Well…… not rape, because in the main I was absolutely loving it! I gazed up at him as he pummelled my mouth. I gripped his hips for support, and felt my heart beating faster and faster. He was getting very verbal now. “you dirty little white CUNT!! You fucking love this, you need this as much as you need air. I am going to make you DROWN in my cum, you dirty ho!!”

That was another discovery, how hot I get when a guy talks “dirty” when he verbally humiliates me. I could feel my pussy was flowing freely, my head ready to explode, and then with a final PUSH into my throat, he held my head steady and started to PUMP his cum into my throat. I know it’s a cliché, but there seemed to be gallons of it. I swallowed, I was used to swallowing, but nothing like this vast quantity, I seemed to be gulping and gulping as he kept pounding into my mouth, bruising my lips, making my throat ache, but at the same time making my heart and soul sore. Some of it leaked round the shaft and dripped out of the side of my mouth……. Onto my blouse, but I got most of it down my throat!!

Then he slowly pulled from my throat and mouth……. I gulped in air, thankful to be able to breathe again, but a tiny drop of cum was still on the very tip of his cock, and leant forward to lick it off…… mmmmm, god, so tasty!!

For some strange reason, I felt more than a little embarrassed at what had occurred. But Marcus was very matter of fact. He sat back down in his chair, and looked at me, his eyes boring into my soul. “so what you got to say to me now boss lady?”

I stammered a little……. His gaze was so penetrating…….. I knew that my life had forever changed……. But what was I to say…….. then I realised what it was…… “Th…thank you….. thank you”

“That’s thank you Sir, got it girl?”

I flushed…. “yes Sir, thank you Sir”

He smiled. “Now be a good girl and go to the canteen and make us some coffee, we still have work to do here”.

That smile was like winning an award, like finding the holy grail, it filled me with such joy! I got my arse in gear, hived off to the canteen and made a pot of coffee, and brought it back on a tray. I took the opportunity to go to the rest room, and make myself look less like I had just been facefucked!!

When I got back to the office, Marcus was working on the figures, and I fell back into that routine as we sipped our coffee, almost as if nothing had ever happened. It took us about another hour to finish our work, and I put my copies into my briefcase and stood up and went to put my suit jacket back on. Marcus reached out and took my hand……. Bostancı Zenci Escort “no girl, time for round two” He pushed, prodded and pulled me into a prone position, bent face down over the desk……. His strong hands slid up along the sides of my legs, and pushed my skirt up around my waist. My underwear soon disappeared, and he SMACKED my arse “I don’t EVER want to find you wearing knickers again, understand bitch? “

I blushed and nodded my assent “yes Sir, I understand you”

He spanked me again, twice on each cheek, I bit my lip and found his abuse to be so charged, making my pussy cream……… “open your thighs bitch, lift your arse”

I spread myself over the desk, and lifted my arse…tottering on my high heels. White self support stocking clad thighs spread as wide a I could manage, I could feel the coolness waft over my pubic area. “and get this fucking bush shaved off as well, keep it clean and free of hair”

I felt his fingers tugging at my blonde pubic hairs, emphasising his words, then a finger wormed its way into me, quite easily, I was leaking so much, I was so slick that his finger, then a second finger slid into me with ease. He spread me open with practiced ease, with assuredness. Then slowly he started to slide his erection into me…… having primed me with his fingers, his cock was entering me….. I bit my bottom lip, feeling the dark ebony pole that I had so recently slavered over was now entering my pussy, fucking me, making me really his. His hands settled onto my hips and he started to pump back and forth, his cock spearing me open.

I felt the strength of him, felt his power, felt how it was because of his Dominance, and yes….. because of his Blackness that I wished to give myself to him. This was what I was for, the fuckpiece for a Dominant Black Male. I wanted to spread myself open for him at any time, open my mouth to suckle on his glorious black manhood, feed from my Master. Feel the wonderful freedom of submission.

His hands slid up over my upper torso, along the outside of my attire, broad hands roaming over the bulge of my breasts………. Then sought out my exquisitely tailored blouse, and PULLED it open, buttons pinging off in all directions as he freed my bra covered breasts. The bra was my usual white half cup, front fastening, and he soon found the catch and freed my breasts to the air. As the air rushed over them my nipples responded swiftly, erecting to give yet another sign of my so obvious arousal. His thumb and finger found both nipples, and pinched, rolling them in the digits, sending shooting pains through my body, to my well filled cunt, and making my stomach ache with need. Never had I felt such a pounding. Bending over that desk, spread out for him, cunt filled with pulsing black cock, being pushed against the edge of the desk (the next day the bruises on the fronts of my thighs were very evident!), being BANGED against the desk, the pain was mingling with my stimulation, forever uniting pain and pleasure for me.

His speed built up, faster, faster, harder, harder…… I know I came twice, but each orgasm mingled with the other……. It just seemed to roll over me, roll through me. I felt him pushing ever harder into me, then he tensed……… I felt his cock seemingly swell within me and his glorious cum erupted into my churning cunt. His hands tore at my breasts, tugging at the nipples as he poured forth his seed into me. Me, his anointed slave.

He held me like a rag doll, like a dog shaking a rat in its teeth, holding me as he pumped and pumped his sperm into me. When he finished…. When he had sated himself within my well fucked hole…… When he had finished…… he slowly pulled out of me, and sat back down in his seat. Through the fog that addled my brain, I heard him speak again “one task left bitch, on your knees and clean me up”.

My pain wracked body swivelled on my heels, almost without any volition of my own. I dropped to my knees and paid oral homage to the thick black fuckpole that had so recently fucked me into a state of almost oblivion. The taste was wonderful. My own spending, along with the wonderful tang of his cum, the cum I had already tasted on its own earlier. My lips carefully and dutifully kissed along the wet shaft, as my tongue hovered up any residues, licking into his pubic hair, cleaning his balls, making him pristine again. I leaned back on my haunches, so pleased with myself, so sated, so happy!.

I was so naïve……. I thought he was my boyfriend now!!

Well he soon put me right on that………. But that’s probably for another time.

Next time….. how Marcus showed me that a white girl is just a toy for Dominant Black Males.

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