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This is a cuckold story in which a loving, dominant wife humiliates, cuckolds and canes her submissive husband. If this is your kink then welcome. If not, then I suggest you read no further.



Thanks to Nick Nice for editorial feedback. Credit to him for his suggestions. The flaws are all mine!




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Cathy, my wife, looked absolutely gorgeous. She was sat naked on the stool by the bath waiting for it to fill. Tall and slender, with silky, amber coloured skin. Long, runner’s legs on an amazing, tight arse. A beautiful face with a petit, upturned nose. Lovely, defined cheek bones under sharp, sparkling eyes.



As the bath topped up she leaned over to turn off the taps. I stared at her big, brown tits, hanging off her slender, girlish frame, bobbing and shaking like a jelly as she turned the tap. She was every man’s dream.



I had been working abroad for two months and had only gotten off the ‘plane back this morning. I’d dreamed about her daily while I wanked, morning and evening, and now here she was, naked and smiling, chatting away. My cock was rock hard, jutting out before me while I played with it gently.



Animated and excited, she was telling me about her latest boyfriend she had started seeing while I was away, a married cop who had hit on her at a fancy dress party, and who now came round every two days or so for wild, kinky sex with her.



She recounted what had happened the last time he came round.



“It was only yesterday evening,” she said. “He knew you would be coming back today, so I guess he wanted to make the most of it. I was wearing my small, black dress. Well, actually, it’s tiny, quite obscene really. It only just covers my pussy, except that it’s completely see thru anyway. WIth grey panels down the side. Oh yes, and I wore my red high heels. The ones you really like.”



“Were you wearing any undies?” I asked.



“No,” she said.



“A bra?” I asked.



“No,” she said. “He likes easy access, so I never wear a bra or undies when he’s coming round — then he gets straight to the point — he’s all over me as soon as he walks in.”



“Noooo,” I groaned as I wanked my cock, “You never go bra-less for me — you always refuse when I ask you not to wear a bra — you say your tits sag. How come they don’t sag for him?” I asked.



“Well,” she said, “I don’t wear a bra for him, so deal with it, ok?”



“So anyway,” she said, ignoring and overriding my protests, “he comes in and sees me and says ‘Wow!’ and he’s immediately all over me. He started snogging me in the garage before we even got into the house, and started to finger me in the garage too. Very hot,” she said.



“How did he come to start snogging you and fingering you in the garage?” I asked, “Why didn’t you wait until you got into the house?”



“He just grabbed me and started snogging me as soon as he saw me,” she replied, smiling, “and he shoved his finger right up my cunt, just like that.”



“Were you wet?” I asked, “when he started fingering you?”



“Yeah!” she said, “I was soaking. I always am when he walks in. I could feel my pussy dripping. He even commented on it — he said he loves how wet I am for him.”



“We came into the family room and he pushed me over the sofa, lifted my dress and licked my arse. I love the way he licks my arse,” she said.



Until him, her arse had been strictly my preserve — I was the only one ever to have licked her there — I did it as a sign of my submission — I loved pushing my tongue deep into her arse and licking it until it was clean. Now he was invading that space too. Not satisfied that he got to fuck my wife in all three holes, which I never did, now he was licking her arse as well. There was nothing left that was exclusively mine.



“He sat me down on the sofa,” she continued, and shoved his fingers into my cunt. Then he started to put his fist in. He was saying ‘You like it dirty, eh? You want it really dirty?’ and I was saying ‘Yeah’”.



“He put his fist in?” I asked, “What? Like his whole fist in your cunt?”



“Yeah!” she replied excitedly. “He put lube on his hand and started shoving the whole thing, his whole fist, into my cunt, saying ‘You like it dirty? You really love it dirty don’t you?’ He was making me say I love it while he shoved his fist into me.”



“Fuck!” I responded, “Fucking hell! Did he get it all in?” I asked.



“Nearly,” she said, “Most of it, but not quite all of it. Then, while he was doing that, shoving his fist in, I was playing with my clit — fingering it. I actually came while he was doing it. That was good… ” she said, as the memory flooded back.



“Did he tell you to play with yourself? I asked, “or did you just decide to?”



“I just decided,” she replied. My legs were spread while he fisted me, so I went for it. God it was horny!”



“Then he got me up and said ‘I’m going to fuck you in the arse,’ and he shoved his cock right into my arse.”



“‘When was the last time you were fucked in the arse?’ he asked as he shoved it in. ‘When you last fucked it’ I replied as he was screwing me. ‘When before that?’ he asked. ‘Oh, years ago’, I replied, ‘I can’t even remember the last time.’



“‘Good,’ he said, and he really rammed his cock in.



“He was checking,” I said to her as I wanked myself, “to see if I fuck your arse. He wanted to know if he’s the only one who gets to fuck your arse. He must have been very pleased when you confirmed that I don’t get it. He must love that!”



“You reckon?” she asked. “I guess so,” she said. “I don’t get you guys.”



“‘You like it dirty,’ he kept saying as he fucked me,” she continued. “‘I want to stick things in you. You should buy some cucumbers or bananas for me to shove in your cunt and arse next time I come. What do you want?’ he asked me.”



“I said to him ‘I like all holes filled — a cock in my arse, fruit in my pussy and your fingers in my mouth.’”



“He said ‘You like to be stuffed? Your pussy, mouth and arse filled? That sounds like more than one cock to me.’ he said, ‘Do you want a gang bang?’



“I said ‘Yes! A gang bang. What would you be doing in the gang bang?’ I asked him.”



“He said ‘I’d be watching while you get fucked.’”



“Fuck!” I said, “I wonder if he’s got anyone in mind for a gang bang…”



“I wonder,” she said, “I don’t know.” She continued her tale.



“He stopped fucking my arse and kneeled on the sofa himself, bent down facing the wall, and told me to lick his his arse.”



“No way!” I said, “He didn’t! What did you do?” I didn’t believe for a minute that she would lick his arse. She’d NEVER done that to me in all the years of our relationship. Of course, I’d never asked… His arse would be dirty, she could not have licked it!



“I licked it!” She said, “He reached back with his hands, pulled his arse cheeks apart and told me to lick it. I did. I shoved my tongue in as far as I could” she told me. “It was quite nice actually. I can see why you like doing that to me.”



This I could not imagine. I could not contemplate her licking my arse, let alone me holding it open for her to do so, no way! I was dumbstruck. Awed at the enormity of it.



“After I’d licked his arse he stood up again and rammed his cock back in my arse. He didn’t use my cunt at all yesterday, just my mouth and my arse. I think he feels that he cums too soon when he fucks my cunt, so he avoids it.”



“While still screwing me he said ‘I’m gonna cum on your face and in your mouth, and I want you to let it dribble out your mouth, down and all over your tits.’”



“So I knelt down in front of him,” she continued, “and I rubbed and played with my tits while he wanked over me and came in my mouth and all over my face. Some of it went in my eyes.” She reached up and rubbed her eyes as if his sperm was still in them even now.



I could not remember ever cumming on her face.



“I swirled it round my mouth and pushed it out so it dribbled all over my tits like he said. I rubbed it over my tits and looked up at him. He was smiling down at me, and watching. He loves seeing his cum cumming on my face. He rubbed the end of his cock in the cum, spreading it round my face.”



“He got some tissue and cleaned me up. He always wipes me clean after he cums all over me,” she said.



“After he pulled his trousers up he said that that was really horny, and then he left. So now I’ve got to buy some cucumbers and stuff for when he next comes round.” She was all action and efficiency again, the memory of yesterday put to the back of her mind as she already planned for the next time.



“Pulled his trousers up?” I asked, still in the event, wanting more details. Wanting all the details. “He hadn’t taken them off?”



“No,” she explained, “he never takes his clothes off, he just takes his cock out. Well, usually I take it out, or sometimes I drop his pants, but he never takes them off. I was completely naked. I always get naked” she said.



I played with my cock as she talked. The story excited me no end. The fact that this lucky bastard got to shove his cock in all three holes, and then choose where to cum was more than I could take. Seeing her naked now and imaging him using that lovely body as he wanted was driving me nuts. All I wanted was to feel her tiny, delicate hand wrapped round my cock.



“Play with me,” I asked hopefully as I moved my cock near her face, jutting it out in front of her bravely, “you look so hot. You are so hot. So horny. Please, I want to feel your hands on me.”



She doesn’t normally touch my cock, and I expected her to refuse, but I guess because we’d been apart for so long, and she had missed me, she laughed and reached out for my cock wanking it slowly three or four times while she smiled up at me. I was delirious with pleasure. The feeling was just devine, and the sight of her hand on my cock was just to die for.



“You want me to wank your wimp cock,” she said as she smiled. She reached out with her other hand and cupped my balls. Fuck that felt great!



“Why would I want to wank your wimp cock?” she asked, stroking me just a few more times, her long, brown, bird like arms moving slowly and gracefully as she drove me mad. I thrust my cock back and forth in her hands in a fucking motion, overcome by the pleasure of seeing her naked and feeling her lovely feminine hand on my cock. I was in heaven.



“I’m not wanking your wimp cock,” she said, pushing it away and laughing. “If you want to wank, you’ve got to do that yourself, and not in front of me.” She smiled up at me, a sparkle in her eyes. She was gorgeous.



“Put it in your mouth, please sweetie,” I begged respectfully as I stroked it gently in front of her, “I want to feel it in your mouth, please, like you did for him.”



“No fucking way,” she replied, turning her face away from my cock “I am not putting that in my mouth. If I want to suck a cock, I’ll suck John’s, a real mans. Certainly not yours. You must be dreaming. You know I don’t suck your cock.”



“Please,” I begged pathetically, “I’ll do anything you want. You don’t have to make me cum, just put it in, just for a little,” I begged her.



“Tell you what,” she said, “how long do you want me to suck it for?” She asked, “In seconds? How long?”



“Not long,” I said, “just a few. 45 seconds?” I pushed the boat out bit. This looked promising. Sounded like she might actually do it. She must have missed me even more than I thought while I was away. I looked at her hopefully, my mouth hanging open, my hand on my cock, the thought of those delicate lips and that warm, soft mouth wrapped round my cock. I was trembling with excitement, wanking gently while I waited to hear from her.



“Tell you what we’ll do,” she said, “I’ll swap a blow job for strokes of the cane. I’ll give you 45 strokes, that’s one stroke for each second of the blow job you want. Then, after you’ve had the first 45, you can decide if you still want a blow job and for how long.



If you decide that you still want one, you can confirm how long you want it for; you can decide on more or less than the 45 seconds based on how well you take the first set of strokes. Then, I’ll give you one stroke for each second that you want the blow job, ok? Then after I’ve caned you, I’ll give you the blow job. “How’s that?” she asked.



“And just to be totally fair, you can call it off at any time. Just ask me to stop caning you, and I’ll stop, and there’ll be no blow job, ok?” She asked.



She reached out and rubbed my cock as she spoke, liking and contemplating the plan she’d come up with, but letting go of me before I could experience any real pleasure from her touch.



“If after the first 45 strokes you decide you can’t take any more, then you don’t have to. You can just chose not to have the blow job, and it all ends there. Easy. What do you think? Sounds reasonable to me.”



“But that’s not fair,” I said, “You suck his cock all the time, why not mine?”



She looked at me, the smile on her beautiful face fading. “Richard,” she said, “do I suck your cock?”



“No,” I answered a little dejected, “No, you don’t.”



“Exactly,” she said, “of course I don’t. And you need to deal with it. Stop asking, and stop thinking about it. You’ve just earned 12 strokes of the cane for questioning that, ok? So, you are now going to get 12 punishment strokes anyway. Now, do you want to try for the blow job or not? If you do, then I’ll give you the 45 strokes now as well As your punishment.”



This was great, I thought sardonically. I was only just off the ‘plane after two months away, and instead of sucking my cock as she did John’s, she was going to cane me.



I couldn’t understand it. She sucked his cock every time she saw him. She loved doing it, couldn’t get enough of it By all accounts. She dived on his cock as soon as he walked in. And he always came in her mouth. All I wanted was for her to suck me, I didn’t even expect to cum in her mouth, so why didn’t she want to suck me?



Of course I didn’t really expect her to suck me. She never did. Actually, I couldn’t really imagine her doing anything as dirty as putting my cock in her mouth.



It had been at least ten years since I’d had my cock in her mouth, and I still craved it. I’d dreamed about every day for the two months I’d been away, the fantasy of it happening all the more real when I was away because she wasn’t there to turn me down as she was doing now.



All the stories of her sucking John’s cock while I was away had made it even worse. The thought of that beautiful mouth wrapped round my cock was all consuming. “I’ll do it,” I said, “I’ll take the strokes.”



“Good man!” she said, smiling, back to her normal, happy self. “This is going to be great,” she said, jumping up from the side of the bath, her lovely, big tits bouncing as he did so. “Prepare yourself,” she said, “let’s do it now!”



I went to our dressing room and took out the ropes and leather cuffs we used, and the cane. The cane was a cut off, graphite-shafted golf club. It was the only cane we’d managed to keep for years that didn’t break when she used it. She loved the feel of it in her hands, and the supple leather grip made it easy to hold and wield.



I laid it on the four poster bed we had and prepared myself, strapping my legs to the bottom of the bed, locking one wrist to the top post, and leaving the final rope and cuff at the last corner for her to lock into place. She did so, capturing me spread eagle on the bed, now completely at her mercy. She picked up the cane, tapping it in her hand, her tits swinging as she turned.



“Right,” she said as she softly drew lines on my arse with the tip of the cane, “I’ve missed this arse while you’ve been away. Welcome back,” she said, the lines she drew cross crossing absent mindedly while she looked down on me.



“First we better deal with the punishment. That’s 12 strokes for suggesting that I suck your cock. I really should give you more, but perhaps you’ve just forgotten how to behave properly while you were away, so I’ll just give you 12. You know I don’t suck your cock. You should accept that. You must accept it. I-do-not-suck-your-cock. Yuk! Why would I? After each stroke I want you to say ‘Thank you mistress, you do not suck my wimp cock’, ok?” she asked.



“Yes mistress. Thank you mistress,” I said in response.



It was quiet as she stepped back, aimed carefully, and brought the cane right round in a sweeping arc to land crashing with all her girlish might into the padding of my arse. ‘Crack!’ it landed. “One!” she counted triumphantly, “I want you to count them as well,” she said as she looked down at me.



The fingers of her left hand started to toy with her clit as she spoke, the juices from her excitement glistening against the lips of her shiny, chocolate coloured pussy in the bright, morning light.



My body jerked spasmodically as the cane cut into me. Obviously she hadn’t caned me since the evening I’d flown out, and I’d forgotten the extreme agony, the pain.



The cane was a viscous, whippy thing. Her constant gym sessions made her arms strong and her timing good. There was fire in my arse as I thrust my cock down into the bed in a dreadful parody of the sex act, to try to drive away from the pain the cane caused as it fell.



“One!” I grunted. “Thank you mistress. You should not suck my wimp cock.”



My arse was tense. My arms and legs pulled on the ropes that held me fast to the big, strong bed. I was completely helpless. Totally at her mercy.



“Good,” she said, “Now we’re getting somewhere.” Her left hand continued to flick at her clit.



She lined up and raised the cane again, bringing it down in another terrible, cutting arc. It bit into my arse, right next to and parallel to the mark left by the first stroke. She grunted with the effort, clearly putting everything she had into it.



“Two,” I groaned as I thrust down again, “Thank you mistress. You must not suck my wimp cock.”



“That’s right,” she said. “You’ve got to learn to accept that. I don’t suck your submissive cock. Just because I suck John’s, and other guys who I choose, does not mean I will ever suck yours, ok?” she asked. “I do not want you to ask or even talk about me sucking your cock ever again,” she said, “do not even think about it in your head.”



“Yes mistress,” I replied.



The third stroke cut in next to the second, and my arse lit up a little more. Nine strokes later and we were done with the punishment. My arse was truly on fire now, tears dropping silently from my tight shut eyes, my arms and legs locked against the tension of the ropes that held me in place.



“Good,” she said again, the juice now dripping from her cunt as she gently diddled it. “Well, that sorts that out nicely, doesn’t it?” she asked. “Any confusion left now about whether I suck your cock or not?”



“No mistress,” I sobbed, panting with agony. “You don’t suck my worthless cock mistress,” I said.



“That’s right,” she said, “I don’t. And don’t you forget it. Just because I suck John. I do not suck you. Ever. Period.”



“Thank you mistress,” I said, my arse throbbing, hoping to placate her and avoid further agony.



She was covered in a light sheen, her naked, ebony skin shining with a light sweat.



“Now,” she said, “for a possible exception to the rule. Because I’m inviting you, you can chose, do you still want to try for the blow job? You have the choice; take 45 strokes of the cane now, then, if you feel you are up for it, you can choose to have a blow job for up to 45 seconds, but first you get that number of strokes as well. Want to try it?” She asked.



She leaned over and rubbed my arse with her tiny hand, feeling the rising welts caused by the caning She had just administered. Her little fingers rubbing close to my arse hole. She pushed gently against my hole as she rubbed, not enough to push her finger into me, but just enough for me to feel the promise of what might have been if she had chosen to.



“What’s it to be?” she asked, “try for the blow job or not?”

This story is 100% fictional and all characters in it are over the age of 18. I hope you all like it, and any comment is welcome. Be critical please, I’m still getting the hang of this.









The door to my old apartment opens with a soft whine, like it always does, as I step into the front hall. I have been staying with my parents for the whole weekend, and let’s just say I didn’t need any cloths for those two days, but with work tomorrow it’s time I face John and get my things to move out.



I hear a strange noise as I head down the hall to the source, the bedroom. I has assumed John wouldn’t be here, he usually didn’t get off work until kind of late. I stand in the doorway and take in the sight that’s in front of me.



John, fucking his office slut.



Their cloths were all over the floor, half the stuff on my bedside table was there as well, like it had been kicked off while they were caught in their moments of passion.



“WHAT THE FUCK JOHN! CHEATING ON ME WITH SOME RANDOM WHORE? I thought I meant more than that…” Starting angry and getting quieter as I first see the face of the girl he’s with.



“Mom?”



My mother smiles up at me from under my boyfriend, like this is the most normal position for her to be in.



“Go home honey, I’ll be there as soon as I’m finished.”



I gawk at her.



“THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! I’M JUST SUPPOSE TO GO HOME WHILE YOU FUCK MY BOYFRIEND? WHAT THE FUCK MOM!”



She just smiles and gestures for me to leave, which I do this time, running away as fast as I can, so neither of them will see the tears that have started running down my cheeks.



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Will walks into the house with a loud slam of the door. I stand from the couch and set the newspaper I had been reading aside when I see the tears in those beautiful blue eyes, and open my arms for my son to enter.



“It was her,” He sobbed angrily into my shoulder, “Dad, it was mom’s underwear in John’s briefcase.” He continued to cry as I took in this news.



Out of all the guys she could have cheated on me with, she chooses our son’s boyfriend? What the hell?



I walk Will over to the couch and we sit there together, with him cuddled up to my side like he use to do when he was little. As he is slowly able to stop crying, he looks at me and then starts kissing me harshly, putting his anger into action.



We lean back even farther so that he is now laying on top of me, kissing furiously. He draws back and bites my shoulder on the same place where his mother bit him, I can even still see that mark through his thin, long-sleeved T-shirt.



The bite hurts, but I can hardly feel it because I need this too, this aggression in a form that is actually useful to us. I pull his shirt over his head, and move my hands in between us, trying to get at the button of his pants. He lifts up, letting me at it as he roughly pulls my shirt off, which joins his on the floor.



He stands, kicking his pants and boxers off, then kneels by the side of the couch. He pulls me toward him by the waistband of my jeans, which he then pulls down enough to free my raging boner. He attacks it with his mouth, taking the whole thing is his throat and bobbing up and down on it like a pro. His tongue slides over me, getting me closer and closer to his goal. I pull out and cum all over his lovely face.



I stand, knowing something that will make this experience perfect for him. It takes a second to get started but then…yes! I start to pee on his face. He closes those blue eyes and looks like he is in pure ecstasy.



“That’s it, you like it when daddy pees on you, don’t you, you sick fuck?”



He just smiles and opens his mouth, and I direct my stream there, but it is stopping slowly. He stands up and hugs me, covering me with my own cum and piss.



He smiles devilishly at me as he turns me around and lower me to my knees. He bends me forward and takes some of my own cum off the floor and starts to rub it into my asshole. He pushes his monster forward, popping the head into my willing hole. I stretch to accept him with only a little bit of pain, but the time to be gentle is over. He rams into me full force, putting more of my cum on his dick to make it easier. My face is pushed into the puddle of my own pee so that Will can get a better angle for this violent act.



He fucks me like never before, his anger dissolving into my body with every motion of his slender hips.



God, it feels like he’s gonna rip me in half!



“Can you handle this old man?” He says tauntingly as he jams his thick rod deep within me and explodes. He reaches around our entangled bodies and grabs my nuts, HARD. He squeezes them for all he’s worth, and I cum hard on the floor. He collapses so that we are both laying in the puddle that is now slowly moving under the couch.



Will stands and I flip over to look up at him. I know before it happens what he has in mind, so I open my mouth and wait. His yellow nectar lands all over my face and hair, and it has the most wonderful taste as it cascades into my mouth. He aims it down my body and completely covers me in his sweet piss. He slowly stops, then he offers me his hand and I stand as well. We both look down at the hardwood floor and see the mess we had made, yet again.



“Let’s leave it for that bitch to clean up,” Will says, and he takes my hand and leads me to the shower.



To be continued…

Flipping over to his side of the bed, Greg felt satisfied, but only superficially. His deepest sexual desires were still not fulfilled. While this was frustrating, he had gotten used to it. Greg and Linda had been married two years, and despite talking about bringing variety into the bedroom, it never seemed to happen.



“Mmmmmm,” moaned Linda, “how was that for you, honey?



“Good as always; I’m very satisfied now,” replied Greg.



Linda believed him, but she wished she could do more to please him. After many discussions about bringing more variety to their sex life, he had seemed to have given up on pressing for more out of their sex life than the missionary position two or three nights a week. Linda was shy about sex, and her body, despite Greg’s sincere comments about whole wonderful she is, especially her body. This shyness was unquestionably contributing to the lack of variety in their sex life.



“Good. I’m glad,” replied Linda as she gently rubbed Greg’s shoulder. “I’m sorry we didn’t do anything differently. I’m just so tired from how hard I am being pushed at work.”



“Its fine,” said Greg, even though it really was not. “I understand. Work has been pushing me lately too.” She turned over and he rubbed the small of her back as the pair drifted off to sleep.



Thursday morning came too soon. Greg and Linda wearily woke up and went to work. Even though work had been busy for them both, today was a low key day for Greg. His mind began wander, towards having sex two nights a row, which is a rarity for the couple. This thought got Greg’s cock hard, so he went to the restroom stall to take a couple pictures of his cock to text to Linda. He got a good one and sent it to her with the caption ‘thinking of you’.



However, Linda’s day was not going as well, and she was exhausted. She was not amused with the text and did not have the energy to have sex two nights in a row. She felt annoyed that Greg was pushing for sex again and didn’t text him back for the remainder of the day.



That night over dinner, Greg asked, “Why didn’t you respond to my text today?”



“Look, Greg, I just don’t feel good and I’m tired. I couldn’t deal with your wants earlier and, I definitely can’t deal with them now,” said Linda. Greg felt hurt and rejected, but still a little horny, but he didn’t bring it up anymore.



By the time Greg and Linda were ready for bed, Greg’s still high energy levels coupled with his unfulfilled sexual desires were leaving him wanting sex, but it was painfully clear Linda was not interested in sex. As she was drifting off to sleep, Greg laid in bed thinking about all of the things he wished he could do with his wife. The sexual laundry list included blow jobs, taking her doggystyle, and even dirtier things he didn’t think he could ever tell her about.



Suddenly, Linda said, “Greg, is the car still in the garage?”



Slightly perplexed, Greg replied, “Yes, hun, it is.” Right after he said that he realized his wife was taking in her sleep. She really only talked in her sleep when work was stressful. Greg decided to have some fun. “The car is safe, sweety, but you know what I really want?”



“Wha…” mumbled Linda.



“I want you to suck my hard cock,” he told her.



“Oh, that’s dirty…” she said.



“And I want you to make me cum in your mouth and swallow it,” he said.



“Mmmm, you’re so dirty Greg, mmbil… bah…” Linda said as she trailed off into a deep sleep.



Greg was hornier than ever, but excited that his sleeping wife said he was dirty. She had never talked that way before. He hoped she would remember this in the morning as he drifted off to sleep.



The next morning over breakfast Greg asked Linda, “Do you remember talking in your sleep last night?”



“No,” replied Linda, “what did I say?”



“Oh, just something about wondering if the car was still in the garage,” said Greg. He was very disappointed that she didn’t remember their conversation about blowjobs and how dirty he was for talking about it.



Greg and Linda finished up breakfast and both headed to work. As the day progressed, Greg felt increasingly sexually frustrated. Among other things, he wanted his wife to take his cock and load in her lovely mouth.



Linda’s day was not nearly as frustrating. She was feeling full of sexual energy. She wasn’t sure why but she wanted Greg’s cock as soon as they both were home.



Linda got home before Greg, and was anxiously awaiting his arrival.



Before long, Greg arrived home. When he saw Linda, he thought it looked like she was up to something. “What’s going on, sweety?” asked Greg.



“Drop your pants,” said Linda, in a sultry voice.



Greg was taken back. “You want me to do what?” He asked.



“I said, ‘drop your pants.’ Get that cock out, I have a surprise for you,” demanded Linda.



Greg was shocked. Linda’s demand had his cock hard within seconds. He dropped his pants and boxers. Linda’s eyes widened at the sight of his cock.



She fell to her knees and began licking up and down his shaft. Linda then took the head of Greg’s cock into her mouth and gently started sucking it.



“Mmmmm, this feels amazing, keep going,” said Greg.



Linda stopped sucking on Greg and said, “No, I…”



“What? Why not it feels so good,” interrupted Greg.



“Because I’d rather do this,” Linda said as she began flicking his dick hole with the tip of her tongue and gently massaging his balls with her hands.



“Ugggnhhh,” moaned Greg.



Linda continued working his cock. She started sucking the head while she stroked his shaft. She licked his dickhole while she massaged his perineum. Greg had never felt such pleasures from Linda. He loved every second of this wonderful gift. Finally, she settled on fucking the length of his cock with her mouth.



Greg was in heaven watching the Linda’s head bobbing back and forth as he got the best blow job he ever received.



Linda knew she was doing a good job when she began to feel his cock pulsate. Within seconds Greg’s load filled her mouth, which she gulped down as she continued to fuck him with her mouth.



Greg’s body stiffened as he came and he said, “Oh damn, Linda, please stop it feels too good!”



She teased him by sucking on his cock a little more, and this made his body shake violently. She stood up and wiped the mixture of cum and salvia from the corner of her mouth and hugged Greg. As Greg hugged her back, he couldn’t help but wonder if their ‘conversation’ last night caused a change in her sexual appetite.



Greg and Linda cooked a romantic, candlelit dinner that evening. They enjoyed each other’s company immensely. They talked and joked more than they had in months.



Then Linda said, “It’s time for you to repay the favor, Greg.”



“What do you mean?” asked Greg. He didn’t think she could have meant it was time to eat her out. She had always been squeamish about having that done to her. She had always said she wasn’t comfortable enough with that part of her body to be licked there. He wasn’t about to argue with her, as he followed her to the bedroom.



They embraced in a passionate kiss; rolling around on the bed and groping each other’s bodies. She ended up on top of him, and gently pushed him back and stood up. Swaying her hips gently she removed her pants, followed soon after by her panties.



Linda laid down on her back next to Greg. She pulled him close and kissed him. Then she parted her legs and pulled Greg’s head to her groin. “Lick me” she said, “make me cum.”



Greg did as he was told. He began gently licking her pussy lips. Running his tongue up and down her luscious lips; coming so close to her slit. Greg could smell Linda becoming more and more aroused as he proceeded to lick her.



He parted her pussy lips exposing her opening and clit. His tongue began by exploring her opening; gently licking and probing it.



“Oh I’ve never felt anything like this,” said Linda, “You’re amazing!”



“It’s about to get better,” replied Greg as he moved his tongue to her clit, which he began gently licking. As he licked her clit, he began playing with her opening with his fingers. Running his fingers from just inside her opening and then out to her clit hood.



This got her ready to be fingered, which Greg did as he did his best to lick her clit. Soon he had three fingers in her. She began squirming more and more. Before long, she grabbed the sheets and began to groan. Her pussy convulsed around his fingers and he continued to focus sucking on her clit.



When she couldn’t stand anymore, she pushed him away. “Oh Greg, that was so amazing. Just like it was amazing to take your cum in my load. I don’t know what had gotten into me, but this is amazing.”



Greg slid up to her and held her. “I’m not sure either, but I like it,” he said with a smile. Little did Linda know Greg did have an idea of what got into her, and he was going to use it to his full advantage.



The next few nights the pair enthusiastically exploited their new found love for oral sex. However, the stresses of work were starting to overcome the new found joys of oral sex for Linda. Greg knew it was time to get his next fantasy into her mind.



He waited up until she tossed and turned a little. Finally she said, “Greg is the water off?” “Yes, yes it is, hun, but you know what is really a problem?”



After smacking her lips, she managed to sleepily say, “A problem? Oh no; what problem?”



“Well, Linda, I want to fuck you while you are on all fours,” said Greg.



“Greg… but that’s dirty. Why do you want to do that?” Linda asked.



“Because I want to feel your body while we are in other positions. Plus, I want to be able to stare and drool over your hot ass while I take you.”



“Oh Greg, you dirty man, I can’t…” Linda mumbled as she stopped talking and drifted into a deep sleep.



Greg smiled and quietly said, “I’ve got her now,” as he drifted off to sleep.



The next morning the couple shared a quick breakfast and when they parted they gave each other a quick kiss.



“Can’t wait to see you tonight,” said Linda.



“I can’t wait to see you either,” said Greg, grabbing Linda’s ass.



Linda giggled and gave Greg another quick kiss as she hurried to her car.



All morning Linda was having urges she never felt before. She wanted to show Greg her body. She wanted to really fuck him, and she knew just what she was going to do.



As the morning passed, she eventually received a text from Greg. It was his wonderful cock with his hand wrapped around it at the base. The message read, “I’m going to fuck you tonight.”



Linda could instantly feel herself getting wet, and she had to let Greg know. She made her way to the restroom where she dropped her skirt. She spread her pussy lips and snapped a few pictures. She texted the best one to Greg with a message saying, “yes you are!”



Greg quickly texted back a simple “:-)”.



Linda left work a little early that day so she could be sure to beat Greg home. When she arrived home she changed into sexy lingerie, closed the bedroom door and waited for Greg to get home.



When she heard the door to the house open she quickly she quickly got on all fours and pointed her rear towards the bedroom door. She heard Greg approaching, and she could hardly stand the anticipation. Finally, Greg opened the door to the bedroom and saw one of the most wrongful sights he had ever seen: his wife waiting to be fucked on all fours.



“What’s gotten into you, sweety?” Greg asked with a simple on his face.



“I don’t know, Greg. All I know it’s all day I’ve been wanting to be fucked on all fours,” Linda replied as she starting playing with her pussy through her lingerie.



“Wow,” thought Greg, “this is amazing!” As he quickly removed his clothes and made his way over to his wonderfully, sexy wife.



He knelt next to her and began rubbing her back and sides. Greg wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her neck, as one of his hands ventured down to her pussy. He gently began rubbing her pussy as he started kissing down her back from her neck.



Once he Greg reached the small of her back he kissed and licked it while he rubbed her inner thighs and pussy lips.



“Oh, God,” moaned Linda, “you’ve never made me feel this way before.”



“You’ve never made me feel this way either! Are you ready, Linda?” asked Greg.



“Yes! Take me now,” begged Linda.



Greg positioned himself behind Linda and slowly slipped his cock into her soaking wet pussy. He slowly pumped his cock in and out of her, and she met each thrust of his cock by slamming her hips into him.



“Play with yourself, make yourself cum, Linda. Make me cum,” Greg instructed Linda as he fucked her.



She did as she was told running her hand over her pussy and occasionally brushing his cock. As Greg fucked her, he did as he promised and stared at her wonderful ass. It was at that moment he knew what he was going to have next.



After that night Greg and Linda spent the next week experimenting with different sexual positions and thoroughly enjoying each other’s bodies.



However, it became clear that the stresses of work were once again overpowering their new found sex life. That night Linda went back to her worried sleep talking. “Greg, are the windows locked?”



“Yes, Linda they are, but there’s another problem. Do you know what that is?”



“Mm… no, Greg, what’s wrong?” She said in a sleepy, worried voice.



Greg moved his hand to the small of her back, right above her ass, and said, “You have such a hot ass, Linda. I want to do things to it.”



“Mmmm… buh… but what things, Greg?” she asked.



“Well, Linda, I want to finger it and lick it,” Greg said sheepishly.



“Oh, Greg, you dirty boy… you’re so dirt…” she managed to say.



“That’s not all, Linda; I want to fuck it, too. With my cock,” he said.



“Oh, Greg, I’m not…” she mumbled as she drifted back to sleep. However, as she fell back asleep, she pushed her ass back towards Greg. Greg gently ran his fingers up and down her ass as he fell asleep. As he did that he could feel her body relax. “I think this is going to work,” thought Greg.



When Linda was at work the next day she was feeling strong sexual urges. She wasn’t sure what might satisfy this sexual urge, because everything she thought of just didn’t seem appealing. Then, suddenly it struck her. She knew what she needed from Greg that night.



As it was getting time to leave work Greg was becoming more anxious. Was this going to work? Was he finally going to have his wife’s ass? Greg wasn’t sure; this was so far out from anything they had ever done. On the way home, Greg made sure to pick up some lube just in case his last suggestion worked.



Immediately when Greg walked in the door, Linda greeted him with a kiss and hug. “Oh, Greg, honey, I’m so happy to see you! I have a huge surprise for you tonight!” She exclaimed while she led him into their dining room.



She made a simple dinner of soup and salad. “Don’t worry, you can have more food later, but we are starting with a light meal.”



They ate their meal; having a great time. Laughing, enjoying each other’s company. After a while Linda said, “Meet me upstairs in ten minutes.” She left with a smile and walked away making sure to sway her hips. She knew as she walked away that Greg had his eyes glued to her.



Greg tried to relax, but he was too anxious, and kept his eyes on the clock the entire time. Once ten minutes passed, he started to get up to meet his wife, but he sat back down and decided to wait a couple more minutes in an effort to try to play it cool.



He went to their room and opened the door to find Linda naked and laying in her side propping up her head with her hand, looking sexier than ever. Greg approached her; they kissed, passionately.



After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Greg asked, “what do you want tonight?”



Linda responded by saying, “Take off your clothes and lay down. You’ll see what I need shortly.”



Greg did as she asked. Once he laid down, she kneeled on her knees and began playing with his cock. Rubbing it, sucking it, licking it; using all the moves they had been practicing in the last few weeks.



She stopped, got on top of him, her pussy in his face, and continued to suck his cock. Greg laid there admiring the view.



“Don’t just lay there Greg, lick my pussy!” cooed Linda.



Without hesitation, Greg began licking his wife’s wonderful pussy. Greg couldn’t help noticing how open his wife’s ass was in this position. As her licked her pussy, he inched closer to her ass, but always retreated back to her pussy and clit.



Linda could sense this hesitation. She said, “Greg, just lick my ass, please. I’m dying for you to lick me there. I don’t know what it is, but all day I’ve wanted you to play with my ass!”



“That has got to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard you say,” said Greg.



Greg didn’t have to be asked twice he started by rimming the upper half of her anus. Linda had never felt anything so relaxing, and without realizing it, had stopped playing with Greg’s cock. Greg didn’t mind, because he was in heaven.



He worked his tongue down to the lower half of her anus; splitting the time between her anus and perineum. As good as this was, he couldn’t take playing partially with her ass anymore, so he widened his tongue and gave her anus slow, deep, licks. With each lick she arched her back and moaned.



Greg then began gently probing her anus with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he gently massaged her clit with his left hand. Linda was in heaven and stated pushing her hips back towards her lover, forcing his tongue deeper into her ass.



She was clearly enjoying this, but Greg had more in mind. He gently, and reluctantly, pushed her ass away. Squeezed some lube on his right index finger and gently slipped it into her ass.



Greg continued to rub her clit with his left hand. Linda was clearly enjoying this. She was letting out moans of pleasure while bending her head down towards her chest.



After Greg had his entire finger in her lovely ass, he asked, “Are you doing okay?”



“Better than okay. But I want more. I want you to fuck my ass, Greg.”



“Are you sure, Linda? I’ve never seen you like this before.”



“I’m sure, Greg. I can’t take it anymore.” With that, she got off Greg and laid down the bed on her back. She lifted up her legs and said, “Now, Greg, take me now.”



Greg lubed up his cock and sat down, scooting closer to that lovely ass. He slowly penetrated her, and she was clearly ready as there was no resistance. Before long, Greg’s cock filled Linda’s ass. As she continued to relax, she draped her legs over Greg’s shoulders.



Greg held on to her thighs as he fucked her ass. Linda laid there enjoying the sensation of fullness. Shortly, she began massaging her pussy and clit. Occasionally, she moved her hand down further to feel Greg’s cock sliding back and forth at her anal opening.



“Oh Greg, fuck me harder I’m going to cum” she pleaded.



Greg fucked her harder as she started to cum. He could feel her anal opening convulse around his cock. Her eyes squeezed shut, she bit her lower lip, and her body tensed up as she grabbed the sheet with one hand and attempted to continue playing with her clit with the other. She had never cum so hard in her entire life.



Watching Linda in pure ecstasy pushed Greg over the edge. “I’m going to cum!” he exclaimed. He stated to pull out, but Linda wrapped her legs over his shoulders down his back.



“No!” Linda cried, “Don’t pull out!” Linda wasn’t totally sure if she wanted Greg to cum in her ass, but their sex life had become so intense over the last several weeks, and she had a deep, unknown desire to be Greg’s dirty little girl. After all, somehow, he was her dirty, powerful man.



Just as she completed that thought, Greg began to cum. She felt his cock pulsate deep in her ass. Each pulse shot Greg’s load deep into her ass. The warmth of his cum and twitching of his cock sent Linda over the edge one last time as she had a smaller, less powerful orgasm.

This is the second chapter of an ongoing series. I will continue the story as long as there is a story to tell and the readers are enjoying it.



I would recommend that you read the previous stories in the series before reading this one. This story will stand alone but would be much better read as part of the series.



With that, I would like to thank all of my readers for their comments and encouragement. It keeps me writing!



All characters in this story are fictional. Any similarity to actual persons is coincidental. This story may contain descriptions of activities that may be offensive to some readers. If you are offended by descriptions of sexual activity of any nature, including but not limited to non-consensual sex, infidelity, loss of one’s virginity, sex between people of the same sex and/or”casual” sex between people who are not in a monogamous relationship, please do not read any farther. All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age or older.



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Amanda looked down between her legs. Her knees were up beside her head, she could clearly see her glistening inner lips protruding from her vagina. Beyond that, piercing blue eyes stared back at her. His tongue was flicking all around her asshole. The sensations were new to her but she loved every deep tingle it elicited. She had longed for his exploration of her ass.



Amanda snapped from the mental image as she felt the cock buried in her pussy empty its load deep within. She looked up at the man on top of her and dug her nails into his back. She ground and rotated her pussy against his pelvis.



“Oh baby,” she whispered breathlessly, “Give it to me. I want it all.”



After a few more grunts, her husband collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. “That was good,” he said, “Really fucking good.”



She herself did not orgasm. She had faked so many by now she thought she could do voice overs for porn tracks. She couldn’t remember the last time she had an orgasm with Mark. Sex was always the same. A few kisses and gentle tugs on her tits, followed by a quick fingering and then a missionary style fuck.



Mark was a good man and a great father. They had raised two children together and gotten them both through college. He worked hard for a living as a pipe fitter. His days were long but somehow he always had found time for her and the kids. Her only problem with him was his lack of adventure in the bedroom. She had tried repeatedly to bring some spice to bed, but he always had some excuse to not participate. “Can we try that some other time,” he would say. Or, “I’m not doing that! That’s sick.” Another was, “Real men don’t do that stuff. Have you been reading those girly books again?”



The truth was…she was bored. She hadn’t realized it until two weeks ago while on a business trip. She had sprung her ankle and was helped by a co-worker to her hotel room. He iced down her ankle and proceeded to rub her feet to help her relax. She hadn’t meant for it to happen. One thing led to another and next thing you know, his head was buried nose-deep in her pussy. It hadn’t stopped there either. Before it was all over, she had given him both a rim job and a blow job.



She felt remorse, but the feelings she had experienced with Steve had her yearning for more. There were times she thought about coming clean with Mark but then they would have this same old, boring sex. She did not want to leave him, nor would she ever do so, but she deserved to experience things in life and if he wasn’t willing to help her do that, then…then somebody else could. It was his fault that she did what she did. At least that’s the way she felt after every monotonous fuck.



Leaving him in bed, she got up and packed her bags for the upcoming business trip. She reflected back on the last two weeks. It had been awkward in the office around Steve. There were times she avoided him, ashamed to look him in the eyes. This trip would be their first chance to really talk about what transpired and she was nervous. Part of her wanted to put it behind her and forget it ever happened while another part wanted to pursue it even further.



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“Hi Amanda,” Steve said, “Let me get that for you.” Steve was smiling as he reached out to take her bag. She let him do so.



“Thank you,” she said, not quite looking at him.



He turned and headed to the counter with her bag. She followed him, wondering how all of this was going to turn out. After she checked her baggage, they headed toward the gate.



“We still have about an hour before boarding call,” he said, “How about we grab a drink?”



“A drink would be great.”



After getting two glasses of wine and finding at a small table in a corner, Steve broke the ice. “You’ve been avoiding me since we got back from our last trip.”



“I know. I’m sorry.” Amanda took a huge gulp of her wine.



“Why?”



“I don’t know… I’m slightly embarrassed I guess.”



“About?”



“You know what about. You can’t just pretend nothing happened.”



“I’m not. I know exactly what happened. I was there, remember?”



“It doesn’t bother you that you had sex with a married woman? Who’s also a co-worker?”



“Well…If you put it that way…Look, I’m sorry that it happened… but then again, I’m not.”



“What?”



“I didn’t mean for things to happen and I certainly didn’t want to put you in an awkward position, but…”



“But what?”



“But…I find you very attractive. I had a great time and given the chance…I would do it again.



“You…you find me attractive?”



“Yes. Is that so hard to believe?”



“Maybe. It’s just…I haven’t felt attractive in a long time. God knows, my husband never tells me that.”



“Well I do. You’re a gorgeous, strong woman with many talents. Yes…many talents,” he grinned.



Amanda felt her face blush. She swallowed the last of her wine. “Could you get me another glass of wine?”



“Sure. Same thing?”



“Yes, please.”



While Steve was at the bar getting more drinks, Amanda stared out the window. He certainly had a way with putting a woman at ease. Of course, that’s probably why he was the top salesman in the company. When he returned with the drinks, she looked over at him.



“So where do we go from here?” She said.



“Where do you want it to go?”



“I asked you first.”



“Okay. I don’t want it to end. I’ve thought of you every night since we’ve been back.”



“Really? I’ve thought about you too…ahem…on occasion.”



“What did you think about?”



“Things.”



“What things?”



“Just things.” She looked away.



“Come on, be honest.”



She looked back at him. His blue eyes were staring intently into hers. “Uh…about…you know…what it would be like continuing where we left off.”



“Ah. I’ve thought about that too,” he looked down at his watch, “Shit! It’s time to board the plane.”



They drained their glasses and headed to the gate. The flight was uneventful but filled with small talk and innuendo. They had a couple more drinks while on board. After landing and getting checked into the hotel they got on the elevator up to their rooms. Amanda turned to Steve.



“I have some work to get done right now but how about some dinner later?” She said.



“Sounds good. Does 7:30 sound okay?”



“Yep, I’ll meet you in the lobby at 7:30.”



“See you then.”



The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Amanda, pulling her luggage, stepped off the elevator. Steve’s room was on a higher floor. She could feel his eyes watching her as she exited. She didn’t look back. A grin formed on her face. The elevator doors shut.



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She put away her clothing and luggage then took her overnight bag into the bathroom. She unpacked her toothbrush, makeup and toiletries. The last thing she pulled out was a brand new enema bag. She laid it to one side and went into the bedroom. She set up her computer and went over a few reports. It was hard to keep her mind on things but she finally managed to get through it. It was now 6:30 and she needed to get ready for the evening.



She picked through her dresses and finally settled on the black one. This was the dress she always used when she had to close a deal with a particularly stubborn client. It was short, just above the knee with a low cut V-neck. It looked great with her pearls. She laid it on the bed and then rummaged through her pantie drawer. She chose a matching black pantie and bra. As she was about to drop the bra down on top of the dress, a thought crossed her mind. She threw it back in the drawer.



She went back into the bathroom and stripped off her clothes. She looked at herself in the mirror. She reached up and lifted her breasts with her hands and turned sideways.



“You know,” she thought, “I don’t look too bad for 40.”



She looked down at the enema bag. She thought about where she and Steve had left off. This is what she wanted, to experience new things. And of all things this was a good one to experiment with because at least it avoided pregnancy. She hoped it was half as good as she fantasized about.



She turned on the hot water and let it run while she peed. She picked up the enema bag, put a small drop of soap in it and filled it with warm water. She hung the bag on the towel rack and then smeared the wand with KY jelly.



She stood up, bent over and spread one of her ass cheeks with her free hand. She placed the tip of the wand at the entrance of her ass and slowly pushed. There was a little resistance but once the ballooned end passed her sphincter, the wand slid easily inside her. Holding it in place, she sat back down and released the clip holding the soapy fluid.



The warm water invaded her. It felt good for a moment before she had a strong urge to evacuate. She took as much of the soapy water as she could before finally stopping the flow. She bit down on her lip trying to hold the fluid as long as she could. Finally, after several minutes she could hold it no longer and the fluid spewed from her. She sat for a few minutes, making sure it was over.



She cleaned up and showered. She had never felt so clean before, inside and out. More importantly, she had removed one more potential impediment to her being relaxed if things heated up tonight. She could quit worrying about the embarrassment of poop all over the place. She slipped on her panties and then the dress. She pulled out her pearls and fastened them around her neck as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was 7:25, time to meet Steve.



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The flames danced as Amanda and Steve watched the table-side chef prepare the flambé. It melted the ice cream as the chef poured it into the long stemmed, desert dish. The waiter poured the remnants of the last bottle of wine into Amanda’s glass.



“Oh my god, that looks so good,” she said.



“Bananas Foster is my favorite,” Steve said.



She took a bite, “It’s so creamy and sweet.”



“Like your thighs,” he whispered, “I’m glad you like it.”



She was initially shocked but a moment later felt her crotch moisten. She smiled at him. “This has been a great dinner. Where did you find this place?”



“A friend recommended it to me. He and his wife eat here when they are in town.”



“Well your friend has good taste.”



“I’ll be sure and tell him you think so.”



Amanda ate the last spoonful of the desert and then drained her wine glass. “I am so ready to get back to the room and relax.”



“Shall I take you back?” He said.



“Of course,” she said, “I have something of yours.”



“What is it?”



“You’ll see. Let’s get out of here.”



Steve paid the bill and they headed back to the hotel. She held on to his arm as they walked along, not exactly trusting her own stability.



“What room are you in?” he asked.



“1685.”



“All the way in a back corner again?”



“You know it. I can’t stand all the noise up front. I like privacy.”



When they entered Amanda’s room, she threw her purse on the table and plopped down on the bed. Steve looked down at her.



“Well…are you going to take my shoes off and rub my poor, aching feet?”



“Do you mind if I get a little more comfortable first? This suit is kind of stuffy.”



“Not at all,” she said as she bit softly on her lip. She could feel the heat in her crotch as she watched him undress.



He removed his jacket and shirt and threw them to the side. He slipped out of his shoes, undid his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He pulled off his socks but left his boxers on. Amanda could see the outline of his semi-hard dick pressing against them. She licked her lips.



Steve sat at the end of the bed and put her feet into his lap. He pulled her high heels off and discarded them on the floor. Her toenails were painted bright red to match her finger nails. He began to softly work the bottom of her feet.



She closed her eyes. “Mmmmm. Harder!”



He increased the pressure as he rubbed her foot. He slid his fingers around her toes to twist and pull. He lifted one foot and brought it to his nose. Even the smell of her feet turned him on. His mouth enveloped her big toe and he sucked it gently. He moved from toe to toe on each foot, sucking and licking while he massaged the bottom of her feet.



Amanda moaned. “God, that feels so fucking good. You make me so goddamn horny.”



Steve got up and pulled her up beside him. One hand reached behind her neck and he brought his lips to hers. Their tongues danced as he slowly brought the zipper of her dress down. As it fell to the floor, he reached around to unclasp her bra.



“Oh, you dirty girl you,” he said, “Had I known you had no bra on, I might have gotten me a feel at dinner.”



“I guess you’ll have to be more attentive in the future,” she said.



They kissed again and pressed their bodies together. His hands roamed across her naked back and down to the top of her ass. He moved around behind her, and slowly peeled her underwear down. As she stepped out of them, he ran his tongue down the crack of her ass and spread her cheeks, licking her puckered asshole one time before rising back up. He pressed his cock against her ass.



She twirled around and dropped to her knees, pulling his boxers down as she went. Her mouth instinctively went to his cock. It had been over two weeks since she had tasted his sweet pre-cum. She stroked his shaft and pushed out the sweet fluid onto her tongue. She had to have it. She inhaled his cock and drove it deeper and deeper down her throat. She wanted to take all of it. She wanted him to feel the pleasure of her tight throat constricting around his cock.



“Oh shit!” He said, “You’re going to make me cum!”



She grunted something back but he couldn’t make out what it was with her mouth full of his dick. She was pumping up and down his length. He grabbed her behind the head and began to forcefully fuck her face. He was beyond control now.



“Oooohhhhhhhhh. Fuck. Yeah,” he said as he pressed her face against his pelvis. Spurt after spurt of hot cum flowed down her eager throat. She held on to his ass cheeks and let him release, involuntarily swallowing with each payload.



He pulled his dick from her mouth and pulled her up. He kissed her again, not caring that his cum had just passed her lips. He picked her up and gently laid her on the bed, entwining her tongue with his. He moved to her neck and kissed her several times as his hands explored her body. Slowly kissing her, he moved his hand to her breasts. As it floated across her breast, he felt her nipples tighten. He gently pinched them.



“Oh god. You make me so fucking hot,” she said.



His mouth found one hard nipple and sucked it deep inside his mouth. His tongue swirled around it and he sucked it harder. His other hand pinched and squeezed her other breast.



“Oh my god,” she moaned.



He alternated between her breasts, taking his time while his erection slowly came back. He moved downward again, slowly. As he approached her mound, he took in the sweet smell of her juices. His tongue found her clit.



“Oh fuck, yes,” she panted, “Eat me.”



He sucked in her clit and she thrashed wildly. Her legs stiffened and she began quivering.



“Oh fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming!”



Steve reached under and grabbed both of her ass cheeks and sucked harder on her clit.



“Oh Jesus! Fuuuuuuuccccckkkk”



He stayed on her clit. A few more twitches and then she pushed his head back, “Shit…it’s too sensitive.”



He raised her knees up and toward her head. Avoiding her sensitive clit, his tongue dove into her wet hole. He lapped at her juices, savoring the taste of her.



“Oh! That feels so fucking good,” she panted.



Her juices ran down her ass and soaked the bed. He followed the trail with his tongue and stopped at her tight asshole. He remembered the expert rim job she had given him two weeks ago and wanted to return the favor. He licked gingerly around her ass, probing her hole with his tongue. It was tight, unforgiving. He stopped momentarily and ran two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, working the tips against her G-spot.



“Oh fuck. Right there,” she said, “Don’t stop.”



He massaged her there a few seconds more and then pulled his fingers out.



“Don’t stop! Please!”



He moved his fingers to her ass and returned his tongue to her slippery pussy. Back and forth he went, smearing her asshole with her own pussy juice. When her ass was good and slick, he slipped his middle finger inside her tight, little asshole. She shivered.



“I want to fuck you so badly,” he whispered.



“I want you too,” she whispered back, “There’s some lube in the bathroom. Go get it.”



He jumped up and ran to the bathroom. He grabbed the lube from the counter and ran back to bed. He squirted some lube in his hand and coated his throbbing cock. He went back to her tight hole with his now greased up hand. This time he slipped his finger in effortlessly, slowly lubing her insides.



“Oh baby. That feels so good,” she said.



After a short while, he managed to get two fingers into her loosening hole. She tensed and he paused. “Are you okay?”



“Yes,” she whispered back, “Go slow.”



“Okay baby. Your ass feels so good. Try and relax.”



He applied more pressure and his fingers slid deeper inside her. After a few moments, she finally relaxed and he began to slowly pump in and out of her ass.



“It feels much better than I thought it would,” she said.



“I want your ass Amanda. I need your ass. My cock needs your ass.”



“Take it. It’s yours, Steve.”



He put the head of his cock against her tight hole. She placed one hand against his stomach as if to control his entrance.



“Go slow,” she said nervously.



He held his cock steady with his hand as he slowly pushed forward. Despite loosening her up with his fingers, she was still tight…very tight. He kept steady pressure against her. Finally his swollen head broke through.



“Oh, stop!” Amanda gasped, pushing her hand against his abdomen.



He stopped pushing and just held his cock in place. He could feel the death grip on it. She took a few breaths, and the grip relaxed.



“Okay, slowly,” she instructed.



He again applied pressure, slipping further inside her. The way was much easier now that he had broken through her barrier. Slowly, inch by inch, he worked his cock deeper and deeper inside her until his hips were pressed against her cheeks.



“Are you okay?” He asked.



“My god, you’re so big,” she panted, “Fuck me.”



He slowly pumped his cock in and out of her. She began to match his rhythm. His stiff cock could not get enough of her sweet, tight ass. He began pumping with abandon. His hips were slapping against her ass with every thrust. Sweat was dripping off of him.



“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck my ass!”



“God baby, you’re so fucking tight! Shit! I’m going to cum again!”



“Cum in my ass baby! I want it! I want your fucking cum inside me!”



She couldn’t believe what she was feeling. The tingling began deep inside her and was working its way to the surface. She was going to have an orgasm from anal sex!

Hello. My name is Dave. I just turned onto the street leading to the cul-de-sac on which my home is located. There are three “luxury” side-by-sides on the large cul-de-sac. Each has a large lot, with private, shared backyards which include a pool. It cost a pretty penny when we bought it a number of years ago – but then we can afford it, and we expected that it would be good for our kids. Things have been a little different than I expected.



I am now 40, or I will be in three days. My wife, Jenn, is 38. We have three kids. We had our oldest, Sara, when Jenn was 18, and our twins, Mike and Molly, two years later. Sara is now 20, going to the local university studying pre-law, and is married to Brock who works in his father’s real estate development company. More on them later, but suffice to say that Sara and Brock live at our house, and plan to until Sara gets out of school. This weekend is the twins’ birthday – tomorrow actually. My birthday is Monday – two days after theirs.



I am a lawyer, work long hour, and travel fairy often. I have managed to stay in shape though. I am 5’10″, and about 165 lbs, and still fairly firm all over. Jenn is Vice-Principal at the local high school – the one that Sara went to, and that the twins go to now. Jenn is a beauty, standing 5’3″ in her stockings. Mousy blonde hair, hour glass figure with full 36′s on the top half. Everything about her is gorgeous. She is the love of my life, and has been since high school. Sara looks like her mom, a little taller maybe, and her hair is still very blonde. Mike is about 6′, and 185 lbs of rock hard teenage muscle. Molly is the only brunette in the family, and the tallest girl at about 5’8″. She is also very athletic and very stacked.



As I said, I am approaching our home after a hard day at the office and I realize that the car I am following is my wife’s. It appears that someone is in the car with her. She pulls into our drive way, and I stop on the street just off of the driveway. As I get out of the car my eyes sweep the veranda of the “other” half of our home. I see that Mister Gabe is just getting up from a chair and walking to the rail, looking at my wife as she gets out of the car.



Mister Gabe. I don’t know why I, or any of us call him that. But we do. He has been living in the other half of the house for the last two years.



Jenn has stepped out of her car, and as she walks towards the front of the car she peers around at the neighbor’s houses to see if there is any sign of life at them. Not surprisingly, given the time of day (people are still on their way home from work), there isn’t. She is wearing her “business” clothes. A smart, but short skirt, with pleats. It is of lighter material and I can see that the mild breeze of the day is moving it, and it certainly swishes enticingly as she moves about. On top I can see that she has a short, matching business jacket. Three buttons done up to just between her breasts. That, the single strand of pearls around her neck, the silver wristlet on her arm, and the anklet just above her left foot, the spiky high heels, and her wedding bands make up her attire. I know that she is not wearing anything else. She never does, or at least not for the last two years.



I see that a gangly boy has emerged from the passenger seat of Jenn’s car, and Jenn is waving him over to meet her in front of the car. He appears to be in his late teens and nervous. A light bulb goes off in my head and I know what I am watching. Again. So I stay standing at the open door of my car so as to not interfere.



Jenn had glanced up at Mister Gabe’s veranda as she was gesturing for the boy to join her. When she saw Mister Gabe her face lit up in the most beautiful smile. He just grinned back at her as he stood at the rail, and waved at her to continue.



Jenn turned her attention to the boy. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but I knew the words. “Boy (or whatever his name was), today is your 18th birthday, and I, as your Vice Principle make it a point to give every young man a birthday present when he turns 18. You just lean here up against the front of my car and relax. You will enjoy it, I am positive.” With that, and a saucy grin for her student, Jenn pushes the youth back against the hood of her car and proceeds to undo his belt. She unbuttons the front of his pants and pulls the zipper down.



I am momentarily distracted as anouther car enters the cul-de-sac and pulls in beside mine, behind Jenn’s car. I see that Sara is home. Jenn had glanced up to also note Sara’s arrival, and with a little wave of welcome to her, returns her concentration to the boy, grabbing both his pants and his shorts together and pulling them to his ankles, falling to her knees as she does. As I watch this, I hear Sara exit her car, pause for a moment and then walk over to join me leaning against my vehicle. As she approaches I hear her question me quietly, “birthday? I think I know him. A friend of Mike’s.”



I am distracted as I nod that she is correct, at least about the occasion. I didn’t know the boy. Jenn had finished pulling the boy’s clothes to his ankles and she was now down on her knees in front of him. She smiled up at him as she reached out grasp his quickly hardening cock. Reading her lips, I could tell she said, “happy birthday”, and with a couple of quick tugs on his cock, she leaned forward with her mouth open and took him inside.



Sara reached me, and pressed her body up against mine and proceeded to kiss me soundly. No, not your normal, “how are you dad?” kiss between father and daughter. She pushed her tongue between my lips and frenched me soundly. After a moment, she leaned away from me and peering into my eyes, asked, “did that help a bit daddy? I know that these things still bother you.” I smiled lovingly at my daughter and glanced downward between us – at her very perky tits, with the nipples obviously also giving me a warm welcome through her very skin-tight lycra top, and lower at my cock, all hard and straining at my business suit. “You know that always helps sweetie.”



She had distracted me. But now we both turned our attention back to her mother, my wife, and her student. Sara turned in my arms and ensured that my cock was securely nestled in the crack of her well-formed ass (barely concealed in the mini-shorts that she was wearing). She grasped my hands around her, and I could feel the diamond of her wedding rings on her finger as we the scene before us.



The boy was leaning back against the car, staring down at Jenn as she was now pistoning her mouth back and forth on his young cock. We saw that Mister Gabe was descending from his veranda and striding over to the action on the driveway. As he got close to the couple, he caught the boy’s eye.



Mister Gabe is an imposing figure of a man. Easily 6’6″, and 260 lbs of muscle. He is a little older than me, in his mid forties, but he is obviously a much bigger and fitter example of the male beast. Also, he is coal black. Head to toe, and everything in between. Staring at the young man enjoying my wife’s attentions, he said, “boy! Two things. One, you don’t ever tell anyone about what is happening here. If I ever hear that you have, you will answer to me. And you don’t want that. Do you understand?” The boy nodded immediately and I’m sure that I heard him squeak out an affirmative.



“Second, boy. You are not taking full advantage of your birthday present.” With that Mister Gabe leaned down over Jenn and undid the buttons of her suit jacket and pulled the two sides apart, revealing Jenn’s beautiful tits to her very appreciative student. His eyes bugged out even more than they were already.



I could feel Sara reach behind herself to brush the back of her hand up and down my straining cock. At the same time, I turned my hand to gently grasp her breast, and started to softly kneed it. She twisted her head around and gave me anouther peck on the lips, then said, “I love you daddy.”



I murmured back “I love you two sweetie.”



She continued, “Mom loves you too daddy.”



“I’m not sure of that Sara.”



“I am” she said, “do you still love her?”



“I’m not sure. It has been a long time” I reply, and we turn our attention back to my wife.



Mister Gabe was still instructing the student, “pay attention boy. When you have a slut on her knees in front of you, you must take a hold of her, and let her know that being on her knees is, in fact, her proper place.” With that, Mister Gabe reached down to demonstrate. He took one of Jenn’s tits in each hand and squeezed them. He let his fingers slide out to her nipples, with had hardened out to their fully extended inch long length. He took a firm grasp of each nipple and yanked them, twisting at the same time, hard. Jenn was literally pulled a few inches off of her knees. All the while she maintained that boys cock in her mouth – her cheeks billowing in and out as she suctioned on him. “Now you do it, boy”, said Mister Gabe as he released Jenn’s tits. Mister Gabe for the first time acknowledged our presence with a nod and then returned his attention to Jenn’s student, who was turning out to be a quick study. The boy reached down to grab my wife’s tits, and cruelly squeezed them, twisting them as hard as he could as he squeezed. Mister Gabe then fisted my wife’s hair and thrust her face onto the boy’s cock, “like this boy”. The boy intently released one tit, grabbed my wife’s hair and pulled her onto his cock. He was obviously a quick study.



It didn’t take long. I’m sure he would have cum quickly just from the shock of seeing his Vice-Principle on her knees blowing him, but with the added instruction from Mister Gabe, and then the practical experience, he just couldn’t hold it any longer. Both Sara and I could see him tense up, and with a final pull on Jenn’s hair pinning her to him, he emptied his balls into her eager mouth. A few seconds more of sucking and he was obviously cleaned out.



Sara groaned in front of me, and I realized that I now had both of her tits in my hands and I was aggressively pulling on her nipples through her shirt. As the scene climaxed in front of us, we abruptly stopped what we were doing and dropped our hands from each other. Sara took a half step away from me.



Jenn climbed to her feet and Mister Gabe wrapped her in his arms, giving her a squeeze and then started to walk with her towards us. Mister Gabe pointed at Sara and barked, “you take the boy home. Now!” Sara jumped at the command and practically ran to Jenn’s student and dragged him towards her car while he struggled to put his clothing back together.



In a moment, Sara and boy were gone. Mister Gabe was standing before me with an arm draped over Jenn’s shoulder and one of his huge hands resting idly on her still very exposed melons. Quietly he said to Jenn, “you need to greet this man Jenn.” She looked up at him lovingly, and then tentatively smiled at me. She leaned forward to give me a peck on the lips – the sort of “in public, this is my husband, kind of greeting kiss, that I have been receiving from my wife for two years. As Jenn opened her mouth to say “hello”, Mister Gabe softly added, “no Jenn, greet him properly. He has been a good man for you for many years.”



Jenn glanced quickly up at Mister Gabe with a confused look, but then turned to me and opened her arms. She leaned in and gave me the kind of hug that I had been deprived of for so long. She stretched up and planted her lips on mine…and she kissed me. The kind of kiss that I have been missing and longing for. Mister Gabe continued, “Jenn, I will be giving you back to him on Monday. After we celebrate the twin’s birthday.” With that he grasped one of my hands, which were hanging limply at my side since Sara departed, and placed it firmly onto Jenn’s breast. We, Jenn and I, both gasped. Other than the cursory public offerings, I haven’t been able to touch her in two years.



What the hell am I talking about?…and what the hell has been going on here you wonder?



Stay tuned.



I’m going to start at the beginning, and fill you in on the odyssey that has been my family’s life for the last two years.



As I said. Stay tuned.

He thinks it is a selfless act, one just for him; however his pleasure is also my pleasure, and this is what if feels like to be the woman who enjoys giving.



I love having my face so close to his cock. Every sense of mine absorbing every beautiful inch of him. I inhale deeply as I kiss the soft skin of his inner thigh, feeling his muscles tense and twitch beneath me and I smile to myself and then lift my eyes to meet his gaze. The still fresh smell of soap on his skin, mixed with his own slightly salty scent is so uniquely him there is nothing else like it. His skin is hot and sensitive, every hair on end, as if reaching out to me, trying to be the next to be touched. My kisses are so soft, barely there leaving no visible trace reaching his belly I move across and down the other side, allowing my naked nipples to brush gently against the insides of his legs as I do so, I watch as his hand grips the sheet next to him.



I pause, then slowly I begin going back up his leg, this time with the tip of my tongue, tiny circular motions, with just a little bit of pressure. As I reach his balls I nuzzle them with my nose first before running my tongue across them, flattening it out and allowing the wetness from my mouth to spread and cover them. I can hear his breathing change now, the anticipation building tangible in the air around us. I place my lips, parted over the silky skin and suck the delicate ball into my mouth, allowing my tongue to tickle and play with the now stretched skin inside my mouth as I hold it in place between my lips; and release. He lets a gasp escape his lips and our eyes meet, his darkening with desire as mine disappear beneath my lashes once again to focus on the other side. I bring my hands up, one to sit on his hip, the other to gently take the base of his cock and begin rubbing up and down and I hold him in my mouth once again. I dig my nails gently into the delicate skin of his hip as he tense beneath me and moan softly against him.



As I let go with my mouth the skin of his sack glistens in front of me, I run my tongue across them again as I increase my stroke on his shaft with my hand, he tastes so good, like his smell, it is unique to him, perfect and I could consume him all day. I look up and see he is laying head back, not watching me, arms out to the sides, his chest rising and falling in deep, hungry breaths, focused on the feeling. In that moment I change my focus.



Shifting my weight slightly I position myself above him and just touch the very tip of his cock with the very tip of my tongue, he gasps and lifts his head to look me in the eye, my eyes smile back as I close my lips around the tip and suck. I only suck the end and very, very gently, my tongue mimicking what you do to my nipples that I love so much, round and round and back and forth, the speed and intensity increasing, until I decide I need to feel you slide further in. And it is a need, to feel the silky smooth skin of your cock against my wet tongue as my head sinks into your lap. I suck in as much as I can before coming back up, sliding up and down my hand completing the action until you are groaning and your hips are moving beneath me, thrusting at my face as I try to take more of you in.



If I think you are getting to excited I ease off and go back to sucking the tip, with my hand gently cupping your balls, I know you love this and the element of surprise I have when I suddenly take your length into my hot mouth.



I feel your hand move from the side of the bed and stroke up my arm to my shoulder and into my hair as you feel my head moving up and down on your cock. Your fingers grip the hair tight on either side of my head and I know I have less control than I had seconds ago; I feel a rush of heat through my own body. Your hips begin forcing your cock in and out of my open mouth as your hands hold my head still, my mouth wet, and open and as inviting as ever, willing you to go further with each thrust. I can feel you touching the back of my throat now, each time a little further, a little harder, your hands are now pushing me down as your cock comes up to meet them, my eyes are watering and I can feel my body trying to gag.



You push my head down and thrust up into my throat, I feel myself gag and you hold me there, I can’t move, or protest, even if I wanted to, I am held so tight until you slowly let me slide my mouth back up the length of your cock and take a breath. We are both gasping as you hold my head just above the tip once more. I know as soon as I open my mouth again you are going to force it so far in I am going to feel your balls on my face, that I wont know how long you will hold me for before you let me go again.



I reach between my own legs and part my other lips feeling the heat explode from them as I let the juices cover my fingers. I close my eyes and open wide. You push your cock fully into my willing mouth as I slide my fingers back and forth over my swollen and tender clit, I know my moans vibrate at the back of my throat causing the sensation at the tip of your cock to be intensified, your thrusts become quicker and deeper I can hear you telling me how good it feels now, your voice is deep and sounds different when we fuck, I love it.



I can feel myself getting close to cumming as I try to match the rhythm of your thrusts. I have no control over the speed or depth of your cock in my mouth and throat as you fill me entirely, your balls pressing against my face each time. I have never felt less in control and yet more in control than I do in that moment, you are taking everything you want from me, but I give it willingly. The excitement builds in my body as you force me deeper for longer my own body aching for release. I can’t cry out as I cum, my scream muffled to a low groan deep in my body as a gush of hot liquid fills my palm, your cock buried so deep in my body I am sure you must have felt my orgasm.. And as I feel myself subsiding and become aware of you again I realise you are now cumming, were you aware of what I had just done? Was it enough to push you over the edge? I don’t know, but what I do know is your salty cum is shooting across the back of my tongue and down my throat as fast as I can gulp it down. As it does your hands loosening to a soft hold on my head, your body stiffening beneath me and relaxing to that wonderful state of post orgasmic still.

Friday, 2346 hrs



No one even looked up when I walked into The Ballet. Unremarkable men huddled around warm draft beer, feigning disinterest in the show and avoiding eye contact with the other patrons. The garish lights of the stage faded in a fog of cigarette smoke to the darkness of the private booths in the back. Like most strip clubs on a Friday night, The Ballet was catering to the losers who had, temporarily at least, given up on any conventional social life. The last thing they wanted to do was draw attention to themselves by making eye contact with the beat cop.



But the hot smoky air was a welcome relief from the damp March 1991 wind. I turned up the radio and clipped the microphone to my epaulet to hear the transmissions above the music. A skinny dancer in cowboy boots with plastic breasts the shape of light bulbs enthusiastically strutted around the stage to the strains of Bon Jovi. She smiled as I walked past, giving a mini grind in my direction. I touched the brim of my hat in response. She planted her feet hard at the edge of the stage and started a series of pelvic thrusts, beckoning me with a fibreglass fingernail to come closer. I laughed and moved to the relative safety of the bar. No longer part of the performance, I put an elbow on the bar and watched the room from a distance, playing connect the dots with facial features and tattoos, comparing them with the mug shots posted in the briefing room.



A table of drunken students was trying to find the balance between getting the attention of the strippers and avoiding the attention of the bouncers. A group of bikers sat with two strippers at their customary table in the far corner. I noticed Jeff Warner sitting among them, trying not to make eye contact. I didn’t know he was out of prison.



A hard, sexy waitress put her tray on the bar and her arm around my waist.



“When are you going to take me away from all this, beautiful?” she asked.



“I was about to ask you the same thing,” I replied.



“I’m off at two. Buy me a drink and we can discuss it. Dave Holden, a kept man,” she mused. “There’s an interesting thought.”



“Connie,” said the bartender, a slender young man with numerous earrings, “your order’s up. How you doing, Dave?”



“Who’s the champagne for, Simon?” Connie asked, checking the order against the pad.



“The old guy in pervert’s row bought it for the fuck with the hair problem,” he replied, nodding toward a wild haired stripper sitting with the bikers.



“How romantic,” Connie said wistfully, putting both arms back around my waist. “Why don’t you woo me that way, Dave?”



“Poetry’s more my style,” I said. “How about a moonlit liaison below your balcony?”



“I don’t know if I picture you more as Romeo or Cyrano,” Connie answered with a smile.



She was tiny, just over five feet, but with a hard, perfectly proportioned dancer’s body poured into tight black jeans and a loose leopard print tank top. The drape of the fabric over her breasts suggested she wore no bra. Her makeup, although severe, was expertly applied to accent her flawless skin and enormous blue eyes.



“I’ll leave my window unlocked for you if you’d like to serenade me,” Simon said, batting his eyes at me.



I laughed. “You’re just too butch for me, Simon,” I replied.



“Oh, come on,” Simon pouted. “You don’t object to Connie pawing you, and she’s much tougher than I am.



“True,” I said, putting an arm around Connie’s shoulders, “but there’s a certain charm to a woman who can take you two out of three rounds.” Her severely teased, sprayed hair tickled my cheek.



“You really think you’d take a round?” Connie asked, releasing me and loading her tray.



“The charm is in the challenge, isn’t it?”



She put her elbow back on the bar and smiled. “So who’s the charm and who’s the challenge?”



I was lost for an answer.



I liked Connie. Years of flirtation and banter had never hinted at what I learned from Simon had been a horrific upbringing. Raised in a never ending series of foster homes, Connie had been molested by a number of her protectors – as Simon put it, “everybody had a shot at that poor kid,” – before setting out on her own.



And yet she consistently showed the rarest trait of courage; she took the shit that life handed her and dealt with it without complaint.



“So what’s new, Simon?” I asked, watching Connie’s round, prominent ass as she manoeuvered her tray through “pervert’s row” adjacent to the stage. She caught me watching her and winked.



“Same shit, different pile,” Simon replied disinterestedly. Then he raised an eyebrow. “Connie’s sending out university applications.” She had earned her high school diploma through night school in December. Simon, who treated Connie like a kid sister, was extraordinarily proud of her. But Connie kept her personal life close to the vest. When I congratulated her on her diploma she brushed it off and changed the subject. It never came up again.



“Good for her! Do you know what she’s studying?”



Simon shrugged.



“I hear that Mike Pratt was moving a little bit of powder in here after Marco got arrested,” I prompted, getting down to business.



Simon nodded. “He was, but the bikers put a stop to that pretty quick. He was freelancing and they weren’t going to get a cut.”



“I’m amazed Pratt is still walking,” I observed.



“Well, Pratt’s brother is a full patch member,” Simon pointed out. “That will buy him some slack. Not a lot, but I imagine he’d get at least a warning before they break his legs. And once they took their tribute, Pratt sure as fuck didn’t make any money on the deal.”



I watched the show silently while Simon served another waitress. The stripper rolled onto her back, rapidly crossing and uncrossing her straight legs in time with the music. The blue spotlight revealed a scar from a c-section above her shaved pubis. She spun like a break dancer, stopping inches from the edge of the stage. Her legs came down slowly on either side of a ringside patron, who showed no reaction. Connie was a better dancer, I mused. I hadn’t seen her on stage in a long time. I watched her taking shit from the drunken students with a playful grin.



I felt a tug of jealousy, although I knew better. Connie flirted outrageously with me ever since I had taken over the South One-nine beat, but Connie flirted outrageously with everyone. It was as much a part of her job as it was part of her personality. Gorgeous and playful was the golden combination for a waitress looking to triple her income in tips, especially in a strip club.



I knew that the flirtation was also part of my job. There was no question that cops had ample opportunity to get laid. Girls ate up the job, especially in South Division. The uniform, the authority… whatever. But while the promise of pussy fed the ego of many cops, it had the opposite effect on me. I found it humiliating to know that the drunk girls thrusting phone numbers at me in university dance bars would probably not give me a second look if not for the uniform.



Not quite true. Just over six feet and just under two hundred pounds, I knew I was good looking, and I had trouble passing the locker room mirror without a quick, narcissistic glance at the defined abdomen achieved through countless hours in the dojo and weight room.



I brought my mind back to the job. Homicide had a warrant out for Tyler Shaw. “Hey, Simon, whatever happened to Tyler Shaw? What’s he doing now, do you know?”



“So I take it the body they found was Bailey?” Simon asked without looking up. Simon was one of several who speculated that Shaw was responsible for Bailey’s disappearance.



I shrugged. “I didn’t take the report. I don’t know any of the details.”



He looked up, grinning. Simon was not a stupid man. “I haven’t heard anything about Tyler for awhile. I can find out for you, though. I know he used to shack up with various rich old faggots when he was on the run, work off the rent in trade.” He ran a hand over his receding, close cropped hair. “Doesn’t sound like a bad deal, if you ask me.”



“Do that for me, would you?” I asked.



“What, shack up with a rich faggot? I’m taken, darling,” Simon said, playing up the part of the queen for his own amusement. “And Frank would not be happy to hear you trying to make a dishonest man out of me.”



I laughed. “No, see if you can find out where Shaw is.”



“Yeah, I can do that. You going to be around?”



“Yeah, just page me.” Simon was one of a handful who had the number for my shiny new pager. “Leave the number for the club, I’ll be in to see you.”



“Bullshit,” Simon snorted a laugh as Connie returned. “You’re just grabbing the most convenient excuse to come in and hustle Connie.”



“You say that as though there’s something wrong with it,” I replied, putting my arm back around her shoulders. She slipped her arm around my waist and I imagined I could feel the press of her breast through my body armour.



“Careful,” Simon sneered. “She’s got a new man.”



Connie shot Simon a strange look, and then looked back at me with an exasperated snort. “Getting grief from a guy,” she explained with a small shrug.



“Somebody should call a cop!” Simon quipped.



“Fuck you, Simon!” Connie shot back with uncharacteristic venom. Simon theatrically threw up his hands in a defensive stance and backed away from her and into the kitchen, bowing in submission.



“What’s up?” I asked. Connie and Simon were tight, and her outburst was very un-Connie. Something else was behind it.



Connie pursed her lips and looked at the bar. “Guy just won’t take no for an answer,” she finally said with a resigned, strangely dismissive smile.



“Is he here now?”



Connie looked up at me, uncomfortable. “Look, I can handle it, okay? It’s not the first time. I’ve always handled it in the past. I work in a fucking strip club, Holden.”



“Yeah, but you’re paid to serve drinks, not put up with bullshit from the customers. Isn’t that why you quit dancing?”



Connie studied me, staring, appraising me. I was very uncomfortable, and I had no idea why. “Yeah, baby,” she finally answered. “That’s the reason.



“Look, Holden, I’m not one of the daddy’s girls from the university who need a big strong man to kill spiders and take the lid off the pickle jar. I look after shit myself, okay?” she continued. “I either deal with it or I tough it out, but either way I deal with it. Every day, Holden.”



Connie’s intensity dropped as quickly as it had surfaced and she smiled seductively. “Listen, baby, I gotta go make some money if I’m going to keep you in the style you deserve.” She squeezed my forearm and picked up her tray.



Simon returned as I watched her leave. “You completely missed that, didn’t you?” he asked.



“What did I miss?” I asked, scanning the crowd and inwardly cursing for allowing myself to be distracted by Connie’s flirtation.



Simon sighed. “Good God, you’re dense,” he said, lighting a cigarette.



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A hot shower washed away the grime of the beat, warmed the aching ligaments in my bad shoulder, and drew a definitive line between my shift and my personal time. The bars along Baker Street had closed an hour ago, but the drunks that had spilled out at closing time kept the night shift busy with dispatches to impaired drivers and drunken domestic disputes all over the Division.



My pager buzzed. I had only registered a couple months earlier and only a handful of informants and family members had the number. At three o’clock Saturday morning, it would be the former.



“Yeah, it’s Holden,” I said when a familiar voice picked up the phone.



“Hey, Holden, it’s Simon. Thanks for calling back. A guy has been giving Connie grief all night, and now he’s hanging out waiting for her to leave.”



“I’m off duty, Simon. Did you try calling the regular police line?”



“Yeah, we did. Of course we did.” He was annoyed. “They tell us they’re busy, they can’t get anybody here until maybe morning. I know you’re off duty, but I was hoping you could pull some strings and get somebody here.”



I sighed. “It don’t work that way, Simon. They have to go to the priority stuff first. Won’t the bouncers look after her?” It went without saying that Simon would be of no help. Connie would fare better in a fight than Simon.



“Yeah, right. Do you really want Wee-man or one of the other bikers taking Connie home, figuring she owes him a favour?”



Fuck.



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Jeff Warner was standing in the alley as I pulled up. The arrogance and hostility was in his eyes visible even in the headlights, awakened by his first taste of alcohol in three years. I cursed my complacency as I realized he saw my car, and now knew what I drove. I hoped it wouldn’t register through his alcoholic haze.



“Warner,how ya doing? They’re closed, man, what are you doing still hanging out?”



“Holden! I didn’t recognize you without the uniform. Not much, man, just waiting for one of the girls.”



I should have grilled him, warned him about harassment. But it was after three, and I just wanted to get Connie out of there. I would hunt Warner down tomorrow and read him the riot act.



“Well, good luck, man. ” I knocked on the bar door.



Simon opened the door immediately. Connie stood behind him. She hesitated when she saw Warner standing in the alley.



“Hey, babe,” I led. “You ready to go?”



She smiled, and took my offered arm.



“Nice wheels,” she said, settling into the bucket seats. The RX7 started with a satisfying hum, barely audible under the Maurice Deebank guitar on the stereo. Warner stood back sullenly, looking every inch the jilted asshole. I would have to make sure we had a meaningful chat tomorrow.



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“You coming in for a drink?”



“Thanks, Connie. I’ll pass. It’s after three.”



“Come on, Holden. We both know that when you get home you’ll grab a beer and a book to wind down before you sleep. We’ve been saying for years we should have a drink. If we don’t now, we never will.” She hesitated. “That guy really creeped me out, Holden. Just give me a few minutes, okay?”



She lived on the ground floor of a two story walk up behind a store front barber shop. She tossed her keys on the foyer table and took my jacket.



“I’ll just be a minute. Help yourself to a beer and make yourself at home. Find something on TV or put on some music…” Connie suddenly seemed lost for words. “Whatever. Just make yourself at home.”



The kitchen was spotless, the sink polished and the saucepans hanging from the ceiling battered but gleaming. I took two beer from the fridge and brought them into the living area. I heard the water hammer in the ancient pipes from the bathroom. The neighbors must have loved her schedule.



A small Sharp TV was framed by milk crates filled with albums, CDs and books in front of an Ikea-esque futon. I scanned the CDs. Bon Jovi. Lee Aaron. Metallica. Aerosmith. Mozart. A surprisingly varied collection of Bach. I picked up an empty CD case sitting on top of the others. The Well-Tempered Clavier, Book I.



“My foster parents were music professors,” Connie said from the doorway, her voice scaring the shit out of me. For a moment I didn’t recognize her. She had changed into an oversized Guess sweatshirt and black leggings. She wore no makeup and her normally sprayed and teased hair fell in wet blonde waves around her delicate features, leaving damp stains on the shoulders of the sweatshirt. She was stunningly beautiful, but in a completely different way than I was used to.



My shock registered, and she smiled self-consciously, touching her wet hair.



“Sorry, I just hate smelling like cigarette smoke. I need a shower as soon as I walk in the door.”



She picked up a beer bottle from the coffee table and padded barefoot over to where I was standing, taking the CD case from my hands.



“Anyway, these people both taught music at the university. They were absolutely whacked,” she continued, smiling and surprisingly animated as she examined the CD cover. “They used to lock my bedroom door from the outside. But they did introduce me to a lot of music. My foster dad used a Bach fugue to show me how the exposition was developed and how each part built on the rest,” she recalled, her eyes lost in the CD cover. “I always remembered the piece, but I didn’t know what it was called. When I grew up, I bought every Bach record I could afford until I found it. It worked out well, though. I bought a lot of music I wouldn’t have heard otherwise.” She smiled and pushed the play button on the stereo. I recognized the Prelude in C Major.



We sat on the futon. She curled her bare feet underneath her and leaned against my shoulder. “I’m sorry for dragging you out, Holden. I wasn’t going to let Simon call you, but this guy really freaked me. Thanks for staying with me.”



We listened in silence, absorbed in Angela Hewitt’s piano. “This is the piece I was looking for, the Fugue in C Minor,” was all she said.



I felt her damp hair soaking through my shirt, and my nose filled with the clean scent of her shampoo. My heart hammered in my chest. I tried not to squirm, although my jeans were uncomfortably tight.



I shifted my weight to stand, and Connie raised her head. She smiled and kissed me gently.



“Thank you,” was all she said.



“Look…” I began.



“I know.” Her face fell. “It can’t happen. You are so far removed from my world…there is so much more to you than a stripper.”



Where the fuck did that come from?



“Hey, Connie…” I started. I was pissed.



She shook her head, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Holden. That came out wrong. I’m not trying to play the ‘poor me’ card. That isn’t who I am. I meant to say…”



She sighed and composed herself. “You’re smart, you’re educated, you’re cultured, you have a great job… you have your life together. Mine is a shambles.”



I thought of my parents, their disappointment that I was nothing more than a street cop, that my marriage to the daughter of the Dean of Mechanical Engineering had fallen apart, leaving me broke and deeply in debt.



I hugged her in understanding. We both got it. No hard feelings.



We stood for a long time, not moving. Just breathing. Connie turned her face to mine, but I turned away. If I kissed her, it was all over. I felt her lips brushing my jaw, her teeth grazing the skin…



Her skin was warm under the sweatshirt, and my fingers traced the line of her spine. I felt her ragged breath on the side of my neck.



“Look, I know this stops here…” she whispered, “I know exactly where I stand… but I’m a big girl, Holden, and I make my own decisions…” Her lips brushed my throat. “…this is one I won’t regret… just give me this, Holden…” Her breath was gentle, warm in my ear. “You know I love you… you know I have loved you for a very long time…” Hard teeth scraped my neck, followed by soft lips…”It’s always been you, Holden.”



I turned my mouth down to meet hers. It was all over.



I felt her tongue, pointed, probing. Her lips, soft, gently sucking on mine. My hand crept further up her back, under her sweat shirt, caressing the warm skin between her shoulders. My other hand ran gently over her ass, exploring the shape, the smooth skin and hard muscle under the spandex, and then up, over her hip, past her hard belly to her breast, heavy, warm, nipple hard against my palm. I heard her groan and she pressed hard against me.



She rubbed my thigh, slow, tentative, finally creeping over to the hard ridge of my cock. Meeting no resistance, she stroked me firmly. She raised her face from my shoulder to watch my eyes while her fingers tugged at my belt and then the buttons on my jeans. With a seductive smile she sank to her knees.



My hard cock spring free as she pulled my jeans down over my hips. She brushed it up to my belly and planted a series of gentle, wet kisses over my thighs, working her way over my balls and to the base of my cock. Her pointed tongue ran up the length of the shaft and around the head. With a low, muffled moan, she sucked me into her mouth.

My Girlfriend recently asked me about any gay/bisexual experiences I had and I never really fully answered her question. We were in bed at the time and I was easily distracted. Rather than bring the subject up again, I thought I’d post it on here and send her the link…..



It was twenty years ago now, I was seeing a girl by the name of Sarah, who was, arguably, more sexually mature than I was at that age and she led me into trying a whole range of new experiences, maybe I’ll write about those one day too. Anyhow, she’d told me that she was bi curious on a number of occasions and when she brought up the subject of a threesome, I naturally assumed that she meant with another girl. It never occurred to me that she quite liked putting things in me – fingers, vibrators etc, or that I had made no secret of the fact that I quite liked her doing it. A week or so went past since she mentioned the threesome and I had kind of let it slip my mind, so when she invited me to her house one damp April Friday evening, I didn’t give it any more thought.



Friday afternoon soon came around and I was getting close to packing up at work for the day, when Sarah called me up.



“Hi, just wanted to speak to you before tonight, I’ve, erm, invited someone else, hope you don’t mind?”



My mind went straight back to the threesome conversation.



“Of course not,” I replied, trying to hide my excitement, “why should I mind?”



“Excellent, see you at about seven then?”



“Yep, see you then!” I closed the mobile down and became very aware that my cock was getting very hard in my trousers. It was only just gone four. I packed up and left the office before driving the half an hour home. I showered and changed and ate a snack, killing time before heading over to Sarah’s house.



Sarah’s house was much older than mine and she had a log fire in the living room, I could smell the fire as I walked to her front gate. It was cold, grey and damp outside and the thought of a real fire burning was really something to look forward to. I pressed the doorbell and waited for her to answer. She opened the door, I could see her cheeks were flushed beneath her specs, either she was excited or she’d already had a drink. She stood aside and let me enter, before closing the door behind me. I followed her down the short hallway to the living room at the back of the house. Her dark curly hair bouncing with each bare footed step. She wore tight blue jeans and a thin white vest top, I could see that there was nothing under her top, but the pantie line was clearly visible beneath the taut denim.



“Come through.” She called, “there’s someone I want you to meet.”



I followed her into the living room and sitting there on the sofa was………………. Paul. A guy. Not a girl in any way, shape or form.



“Oh, er, hi.” I said, slightly taken aback, “Leigh.” I offered my outstretched hand for him to shake.



I sat down on the sofa and we exchanged small talk and pleasantries for about half an hour while we all had a few drinks. I still wasn’t sure what was going on at this stage, whether we were just going to spend the evening drinking and chatting or whether Sarah was going to make use of both of us. It still hadn’t occurred to me that Paul might be anything other than completely straight. We all got on well, chatting and laughing, Paul was a nice enough guy, probably a year or two younger than Sarah and I, tall and slim with short blonde hair and blue eyes. His t-shirt was a little tight, but other than that, just looked like a regular guy. Another half an hour or so passed and we were all feeling a little merry. I had to use the bathroom so excused myself and left the room for a few minutes. When I came back, Sarah and Paul were busy kissing each other hungrily and her vest top was already on the floor.



“It’s started then?” I asked, quite surprised.



“Don’t be silly, come and sit down.” Sarah told me, positioning herself so that she was sitting between us.



“If you don’t like it any time, just say stop and we all stop, OK?” She asked both of us.



“OK!” Paul and I replied in unison.



“Good, now, let’s have fun!” She replied, her mouth on mine.



We took it slowly to begin with, she kissed both of us in turn and we busied ourselves fondling her pert, C cup breasts, tweaking nipples and licking and sucking her firm flesh. She broke the kiss she was enjoying with Paul and stood up in front of us. Her eyes closed as she unbuttoned her jeans before sliding them down over her hips. The white knickers followed and she was stood before us, naked, hands on hips, the dark thatch of her pubic hair standing proud at her groin (well, it was the early nineties!)



“OK boys, now it’s your turn.” She purred.



We exchanged glances and then, with rather less confidence, stripped for her. I glanced over at Paul and was pleased to see that he wasn’t quite as big as me down there, although his cock was every bit as hard as my own. His blonde body hair looked soft and downy and I noted that his balls were clean shaved. Sarah had us sit down again and she sat between us, taking a cock in each hand as she placed herself on the sofa. I took her nipple in my mouth and flicked it with my tongue as I saw Paul’s hand snake between her thighs, his fingers slipping into her moist pussy. I could smell her arousal as he masturbated her and I knew she’d be very wet by now. Low moans escaped her lips as she kept stroking our hard cocks until she could obviously stand no more. She got up and placed her feet either side of Paul’s, reaching down, she grasped his cock by the base and guided the tip to her soaking entrance. I watched transfixed as she sank down on his member, taking him all the way to the hilt.



“Leigh, come and lick me.” She moaned as she slowly rode his cock.



I knelt between their legs and she leant back, exposing herself to me. I stared for a moment or two, I had watched porn before, of course, but I had never actually seen two people fucking live before. I bent forward and my tongue soon found her sticky clit, licking hungrily as she impaled herself on his slender cock. I kept licking her, grinding my tongue against her sensitive flesh until she came, noisily, her cum soaking his balls, her pussy squelching as she forced him deeper inside her. As her orgasm subsided, she continued to ride him, raising herself high, so that just the tip remained inside her, before lowering herself again, slowly. She repeated this a few times until she lifted a little higher and his cock popped out of her. And pointed straight at me. My head jerked back a little, I had never been this close to another man’s cock before and now there was one looking right at me, pulsing, coated in my girlfriend’s fresh cum.



Sarah held it by the base and pointed it at my face, I looked up to see her smiling, her tongue came out in a silent command that I should do the same. Without thinking, I slid my tongue between my lips and she placed the head of his cock on it. OK, now I had touched another man’s cock with my tongue, too weird, I pulled my tongue away.



“Please,” she pleaded, “I want to see you lick it”



I had come this far, so I reached out with my tongue again and let her wipe his cock across it. He tasted of her, so how bad could it be? She lifted his cock upright and beckoned me to lick the underside. Hesitantly I moved closer and stuck out my tongue again, this time licking him all the way from base to tip, savouring the sweet, musky tang of her secretions.



“Now, open your mouth.” She whispered “I want to see you suck it”



It was like I was in some kind of trance, unable to resist and my own throbbing cock gave away the fact that I was hugely turned on. I slowly opened my mouth, simultaneously closing my eyes as Sarah guided his cock to me. I felt it touch, the spongy flesh of his head first, then I felt a hand on the back of my head as the rigid tube of flesh slipped between my lips. I could feel every ridge, every vein as I took his cock into my mouth. I could hear him moan as my tongue encircled his shaft.



“That’s it, my god this is so hot, suck his cock for me.” I heard Sarah say, in a very low tone.



She was still guiding me at this point, using her hand to guide my head up and down, urging me to take him deeper as I sucked him.



“You carry on like that” She said softly.



I looked up and she was gone, now I was looking at Paul, his eyes closed either in ecstasy or embarrassment, I couldn’t be sure which. I focussed on the feeling of his hard cock in my mouth, it felt strange, hard yet soft, hot, with a soft pulse echoing his heartbeat. I looked to my left and Sarah was watching intently, her fingers buried deep inside her gooey slit as she watched me give my first blow job. I took hold of the base of his cock and gently wanked him in time with my bobbing mouth. I could taste something salty on my tongue, a hot, slimy substance which I guess was pre-cum, it had a sweetness to it and wasn’t at all unpleasant. Sarah finger fucked herself to another orgasm as I continued learning how to suck cock then she returned to us and asked me to lay on the carpet.



As I lay on my back, Paul joined us on the floor, kneeling by my waist.



“That looks painful, let me take care of it for you.” He said, far too confidently for it to have been his first time.



He grasped my achingly hard cock and slid his hand up and down the shaft a few times before taking me in his mouth. His hot, wet, experienced mouth. He gave me two short strokes before taking me all the way into his throat, the fingers of his right hand teasing my balls as he did so. I had only experienced deep throat once before and the pleasure was intense, it felt as though his throat was milking me and I couldn’t believe how long he held me there for. Meanwhile, Sarah placed her feet either side of my head and slowly lowered herself onto my waiting mouth. She ground her pussy onto my face, letting my tongue slide deep inside her, then she’d move forward slightly and my tongue would penetrate the tight bitter entrance to her anus. I felt as though I would cum at any moment, my senses full of the taste and smell of female arousal and the incredible sensation of having my cock sucked so deeply. I felt Paul’s position change and then my cock was being engulfed by something else. Something hot, moist and very tight. He was impaling himself on me. My cock was going inside a guy’s arse. If Sarah’s wet pussy hadn’t been there for me to focus on, I would probably have freaked out at that point. He fucked me slowly and deeply, or did I fuck him? I didn’t really do much, I lay there and let him get fucked by my cock. Sarah moaned and groaned, forcing herself harder onto my face as she came before clambering off and allowing me to see what was being done to my body. Paul was sitting facing me, his cock bobbing up and down as he fucked himself with my cock. His back arched, eyes screwed shut as he fucked me harder and harder.



Sarah grabbed his cock and wanked him as he rode me, I felt his arse clench around my cock, his breathing came harder and then his cock erupted in her hand, showering my stomach and chest with his sticky load. I stopped myself from freaking out again and closed my eyes to concentrate on the feelings of pleasure pulsating from my groin.



“That’s it, cum for us now, I want you to cum inside him.” Sarah was whispering in my ear.



Paul was still bouncing on me, his tight anus clenching my cock, I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I knew I was going to cum, I knew I was going to cum in another man’s arse and there was nothing I could do about it. Then I exploded, cumming hard deep in his rectum, my balls emptying as he used his internal muscles to milk me dry.

Chapter 4 — Falling in Love



1



I spent the weekend after meeting Adam and Ryan relaxing at home, jerking off a couple of times at the memory, but quite satisfied at my recent foray into the world of bisexuality. I had now sucked five cocks, eaten loads of cum, been pissed on, and fucked in the ass. There wasn’t much left to do as far as I knew. I still wanted to suck cock on occasion, but there was no longer a fantasy that I felt that I had to achieve.



Over the next few months, I continued to check out Craigslist, finding few ads worth replying to. In the meantime, work had gotten busy and they had decided to extend my time in Hong Kong another two years, which was great for me since I was saving a boatload of cash here with almost no expenses, as I had neither a car nor a money-grubbing girlfriend. I had received a promotion and was getting worried about my extracurricular activities, wondering if I was becoming too high profile in the corporate world to maintain a secret life as an down-low cocksucker. Still, I couldn’t resist the occasional outing, replying to an ad once or twice a month, visiting a hotel, and sucking an anonymous visitor to completion before jerking myself off. Adam and Ryan had told me a few things about safety and I had since been tested negative, but I had also stopped swallowing cum from an unknown donor. I would suck until the guy was about to shoot, then have him unload on my face. Over the next 6 months I met up with ten guys, blowing each of them without exchanging names. I learned that I had been very fortunate in my early dealings with Matt, Adam, and Ryan: all attractive, in-shape guys with great cocks. The men I met on CL were a varied bunch, but mostly married, out-of-shape and older, with average dicks that didn’t get enough attention back home. I didn’t care though; I had a cock craving that needed to be satisfied on a regular basis. I found myself focusing on the cock as soon as I saw it, ignoring the body and face behind it. I loved a hard cock in my mouth, regardless of its owner. Once I had sucked for a while and the load deposited on my face, I cleaned up and left without saying anything. I felt no shame, but thought perhaps I should, given that I was slumming for cocks on Craigslist. I suppose I was an addict of sorts, needing a new cock every two weeks or so, and I didn’t care where I got it.



This less-than-admirable behavior had continued for half a year when I saw an ad that intrigued me. It was posted by a bi-curious guy who was visiting Hong Kong, but he could not host at his hotel. I had never had another man over to my place, preferring to remain as anonymous as possible, but this guy was clearly new to the game and I felt a sudden longing to teach. I remember how Matt had brought me into this world and I wanted to do the same to this guy. I replied to him with a few questions and he soon responded, giving me his real name, Geoff. I knew he was a total novice at that point, and decided to invite him over. It was a Sunday afternoon and he accepted. I gave him my mobile number as my place could be difficult to find for someone from out of town, and he said he would show up around 4.



Before he arrived, I chilled some beers and started watching a bit of gay porn on the TV to get myself ready. When my cell rang, it was Geoff who, as expected, couldn’t find my place. I had to run down to the street to get him, and was not impressed with what I saw. He was shorter than I am, wispy, thinning blond hair, a bit chubby, and shy, barely shaking my hand or making eye contact. I introduced myself as Alan and showed him my apartment building and told him to go up to my floor where the door was open, I would follow later to avoid any awkward elevator encounters with my nosy neighbors. He complied and I waited a couple of minutes before going back up.



When I got there, he had made himself at home, sitting on the couch transfixed in front of the TV watching the porno I had left on. In it, one guy was sucking another, his mouth swallowing every bit of what looked to be a 12-inch dick. Geoff saw me and asked quietly if we would be doing that. I told him we would be doing whatever he wanted as I realized he had never seen gay porn before, given how slack-jawed he was.



I got us a couple of beers and we sat on the couch, watching the last few minutes of the flick and making small talk. As the film ended and that 12-inch cock shot a huge load on the sucker’s face, Geoff almost whimpered. I noticed his cock was hard in his khakis, so I asked him what had brought him to my place. He took some time to explain how he had been reading erotic stories and in one, a man was forced to suck three dicks by his wife as part of a sex game. He found himself turned on and since then, he had been thinking about guys differently and had started fantasizing about giving a blow job. I recalled that when I first me Matt, he had whipped out his cock without my noticing, but I decided to let Geoff talk some more as I moved closer. His story resembled mine in many ways, straight identified but suddenly, inexplicably, thinking about cock more and more. When I asked him if he had any experience, he blushed in embarrassment, as if being a virgin in this area was unheard of.



I asked him what his fantasies were, and he pointed to the TV, where the porn had started again and the lucky cocksucker was already on his knees taking care of business. I moved next to Geoff and started to softly stroke his cock through his pants, asking him whether he wanted to suck or be sucked. His whole body stiffened, but he managed to emit a quiet “both”, so I unzipped his trousers and told him to stand up. He did so, and I took off his pants, revealing a laughably tight pair of white briefs, tighty whities in the vernacular. I quickly removed those mood-killers along with his pants, allowing his cock some air. He was dripping precum as I put my hand around his shaft, feeling his heat. Geoff sat back down without saying a word, and I told him to take off his shirt. He did so, clearly unsure what would come next. I told him to relax and put my head on his lap, licking his cock for a few seconds while cradling his balls with my other hand. He moaned quietly and I finally put his cock in my mouth. I began to suck it and he came almost immediately, shooting his load without making any noise. I was too surprised to do anything but swallow it, and enjoyed the taste that I had forgone for so long.



When he was finished, he immediately apologized, professing that he had not jerked off in some time. I told him not to worry, and asked him if he was ready to return the favor. He looked unsure, and I didn’t want to force him into it, so I just took off my pants and boxers and showed him my cock, stroking it slowly. He just stared at it, and I knew he had never seen another man’s erection before. Behind me, the porn was still going so I moved out of his way and let him watch it, hoping he would get the idea, while I kept myself hard with the occasional stroke.



He continued to alternate glances between my cock and the suck show on the TV. Finally, he dropped to his knees and I moved my cock to his face, lightly brushing his nose and leaving just a touch of precum there. He looked up at me and I nodded, telling him it was OK without being too pushy. He grabbed my cock and stroked it, too hard at first. I told him to relax and just do what he wanted. He looked again at my cock, then the TV, then he closed his eyes, grabbed my cock and put it in his mouth. His tongue slowly explored my shaft and cock head, and he started to suck. He really didn’t know what he was doing, and I had to ask him to watch his teeth a couple of times, for which he again apologized. Eventually he got the hang of it though, sucking and licking, kissing my balls and putting them in his mouth. It was his first blow job and he was definitely enjoying it.



I sat back down on the couch and let him continue, encouraging him to suck harder or softer as necessary, guiding his head with my hands. After about 15 minutes, he was getting noticeably tired, not surprising for someone whose jaw muscles weren’t accustomed to the action. I was ready to shoot, so I asked him where he wanted me to cum. He wasn’t ready to swallow so I told him I would cum on his face. He didn’t resist, and so I stood up again and began to stroke while he remained on his knees. My cock slapped against his face as I grew closer to orgasm, and he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue. I put my cock in there and face fucked him for a few seconds and that was enough. I pulled out and shot a rope of white cream onto his cheek. He brought his face in close and moved it around my cock head as I continued to spurt. When I was done, his face was full of my juices. He had done well for his first man-to-man sex, and I complimented him, earning a sheepish grin.



He asked for a towel, so I got him one and pointed him to the shower. I got dressed, and finished the beer while waiting for him to clean up. When he came out, I asked him if he wanted another beer, but he politely declined, saying he had to be up for work early Monday. I asked him if he had enjoyed himself, but he was non-committal as we said an awkward goodbye. I wondered if he would feel any shame, like I had after my first encounter with Matt. After he left, I soon forgot about him though, and ended up going to bed early, exhausted from our afternoon activities.



2



While at work two days later, I received a text from Geoff on my cell phone, asking if he could come over that night. I was surprised as he had not seemed like a guy who would want to continue this so quickly, but I had enjoyed being the teacher and wanted to see if we could go farther, so I agreed, asking him to arrive around 7.



I left the office a bit early, getting home in time to shower and freshen up. Geoff remembered the building this time and arrived a few minutes late. When he entered, he seemed more confident and attractive, firmly shaking my hand and looking me in the eye. Again, I took him to the sofa and got him a beer. There was no porno on the TV this time, so we started chatting. He told me how much he enjoyed his first experience with me and he wanted to do more. He admitted that he was so nervous at our initial meeting that he couldn’t communicate properly, but this was his truer personality. We started talking about fantasies and he asked about my experiences. I told him a few of my stories, including the time I had a threesome with Adam and Ryan. He was clearly turned on when I described being fucked and as I continued with the tale, he moved closer and started rubbing my leg. He got right next to me and planted a kiss on my cheek and then my neck, tender but tentative. We had not kissed in our previous encounter so I was taken aback at first, but Geoff was persistent. I found his newfound aggressiveness extremely sexy and without thinking I asked him to the bedroom and he heartily agreed.



We got into the bed still fully clothed, and Geoff pushed his body next to mine, continuing to kiss me on my neck, which was turning me on incredibly. He didn’t have any whiskers, so there wasn’t that burning sensation that I had experienced when kissing other guys. I let him continue to kiss me until he moved up to my face and looked into my eyes, searching for a response. I answered with a deep kiss on his lips, and soon we were necking, our tongues in each other’s mouths, holding each other tightly. He broke the kiss and again looked into my eyes and I felt a strange attraction to this man. I tenderly kissed him again as I removed his shirt, lavishing his chest and stomach with even more kisses. He pulled me back to his face and kissed me lovingly. He had clearly been waiting for the right person to show him that man-to-man sex was wonderful and he was a quicker learner than I had been.



As we continued to make out like teens on a first date, Geoff gradually unbuttoned my shirt and took his time with my nipples, lightly biting them and inducing waves of pleasure in me. He was actually a skilled lover now that his nerves had disappeared and my cock could not take the strain, so I undid my pants. Geoff didn’t waste the opportunity, quickly moving down to kiss my cock tent. I shook off my pants and he did likewise, revealing a much more suitable pair of black boxers. He continued to moisten my own briefs before pulling them down and gobbling my cock with abandon. His technique had improved immeasurably since two days before, and he proceeded to give me a great blow job, his hands cupping my balls as he sucked.



After a few minutes, he moved his body around so his cock was next to my face. I took off his boxers and pulled his body above mine, so we were in a true 69 position with me on my back and his manhood hovering above my face. He continued to suck noisily while I admired his rod. It wasn’t big, but it was beautiful, with a sculpted head that I desperately wanted. I pulled him into me and started to suck, paying particular attention to his cock head. Geoff was able to control himself this time and we spent a good half hour just sucking each other, our satisfied slurps the only sounds we made.



Geoff tired first and started to stroke me while giving his mouth a rest. I continued to suck him for a bit, but eventually he pulled out and turned around to start kissing me again. I could taste my cock on his tongue and I knew he could do the same. We made out with passion, the most I had felt for another man, which shocked me. I always considered myself nothing more than an occasional cocksucker, but I was feeling something different for Geoff, perhaps because I was his first.



We looked into each other’s eyes and there was a clear connection. Geoff kissed me softly a few times, and whispered in my ear that he wanted to eat my load. I wasn’t going to refuse his request and it made me doubly horny to know my cum would be the first he would swallow. He quickly went back down on me and resumed this wonderful suck job. Within minutes, he had me on the brink, and he looked up at me in anticipation, eager for his first fill of man juice. I moaned and managed to shout out “I’m cumming!”, all the while looking at Geoff. Amazingly he kept looking at me as I shot my load into his mouth. When I was done, he made a point of swallowing it loudly with a huge smile. He told me he loved it and then kissed me again, deeply, before telling me that it was his turn. He ordered me to lie down and straddled me and told me he was going to cum on my face. I didn’t have much choice as he pinned me down, beginning to jerk off violently. As he approached the point of no return, his face became red with exertion and then he exploded with a yell, his cum going all over the bedsheets and pillows, as well as a few drops hitting my face. Spent in more ways than one, Geoff collapsed next to me. I moved down to suck his cock as it softened while he drifted off.



I let him sleep for a while, cleaning up his mess and taking a quick shower, confused with my feelings. I couldn’t deny our kissing was incredibly passionate and that I felt a spark. Was it because I wanted to bring Geoff fully into this wonderful world or something else?



When I got out of the shower, Geoff had put his boxers back on and returned to the sofa. I was still in my towel and sat right next to him. He smiled and leaned in to me for another kiss. There was no doubt he was into me as the kiss was tender yet firm. I wasn’t quite ready for another session as it was getting late, so I broke it off and got us some beers. While we drank, we started talking about our personal lives. Geoff was living on the West Coast but had trips to Hong Kong once or twice a month. This was definitely his first homosexual experience and he was glad that I was a good-looking guy who wasn’t pushy. As we finished our beers, he told me that he had to leave Thursday, but asked if he could come back tomorrow. I was certainly enjoying our time together and couldn’t think of a reason to refuse, so told him to arrive at 7 again. I asked him what he wanted to do, and he said he would think about it. Then he asked if we could watch the porn again.



It was getting late, but I found myself wanting Geoff to stay longer, so I quickly turned on the DVD player and started it up. Soon there was a huge cock on screen being sucked by a man and Geoff watched, engrossed. He began to stroke himself without realizing it. As he quickened, I sensed a chance to eat his cum through his underwear, a sensation I loved the only other time I had done it. I got on my knees and told him to stroke harder. Soon he began to moan and I put his cock tip in my mouth, tasting the sweat that had built up in his boxers over the day. When he released, I got a few drops through the cotton, but not much else. I pulled the boxers down, licking the cum off them before sucking the rest off of Geoff’s dick.



When sat back on the couch, Geoff again kissed me deeply. As he pulled away, I found myself asking him if he wanted to stay. He was tempted but he needed to get back for an early wake-up call. However, he said he could stay tomorrow night as his flight wasn’t until Thursday afternoon. I agreed to this and after Geoff had dressed using a pair of my spare boxers in place of his cum-soaked one, we kissed goodbye, a long, romantic clutch. After he left, I took his underwear and put them over my face, smelling his sweat and cum. I lay on my bed and jerked off like that, falling asleep with Geoff’s boxers still on my face.



3



The next day I got home early to do some laundry, including Geoff’s boxers. When he arrived on schedule, he had brought a bottle of wine and some take out. Our activities the previous evening had not included dinner, and I was touched by his courtesy. Even more impressive was that he had cum in my underwear before leaving his hotel. He handed them to me and told me to eat it, like I had done the day before. I greedily did, licking as much of his drying load as I could while he watched. This relationship was getting interesting and unpredictable and Geoff was slowly taking charge, recognizing I was more of a cum-loving sub.



We opened the takeout and the wine, and had a meal on the couch as we chatted. I had not mentioned eating cum-covered food and decided to let that go for now. Instead we talked about our lives, and I finally told him my real name, which did not surprise or upset him. I gave him more information than I had to anyone else in this man-only world. He did the same, and there was a connection that we were sharing that I had never felt before, even with a woman. Geoff was intelligent and a quick learner. I was proud that I was the one to get him to open up to his bisexuality, but now he seemed to be in control without being dominant or overbearing. Bringing me a load of his cum to eat told me that he understood my needs and I couldn’t have been happier.



We turned on the TV and watched an American sitcom for a while, sitting next to each other so that our legs were touching. I started to massage his shoulders and he leaned over to kiss me. We started to make out again, and again we quickly jumped in bed, soon locked in a 69. I found myself loving his cock like I had done with Matt, sucking and licking it like it was its own being. But this time, I was loving more than just his cock.



As we continued our mutual suckfest, I felt an urge that I had not felt with another man — to rim him. Matt had asked me to do it, but since then it was something I had avoided. With Geoff though, I wanted everything. I removed his cock from my mouth and licked the bottom of his balls, moving my tongue slowly towards his rosebud. Geoff knew what I was doing and opened his ass for me, letting me dig in. I tongued around the outside, feeling and loving that unique texture, making it nice and wet, before kissing it deeply and inserting my tongue. I licked Geoff’s asshole and he stopped sucking me to enjoy the experience. I buried my face in his ass, my hands pulling it apart so I could get as deep as possible. My tongue explored virgin territory for both of us; I had never spent so much time or gone so deeply into another person’s backside.

The next few sessions followed pretty much the same pattern as the first, and every time I used the toilet in the studio, there was Anna peeking through the gap in the curtain. But at the end of our fourth session together, Anna offered a proposition.



“I have a favour to ask you if you’re interested” she said as she worked on her canvas.



“Oh yeah?” I replied, “What would that be then?”



“Well, on Monday evenings I host an art group, we basically concentrate on still life paintings using oils, watercolours, pastels and other mediums, but we’ve never had the opportunity to have a live model to work with” Anna explained.



“And I suppose you were wondering if I would do it” I replied.



“Well, yes obviously” Anna said, “but there is just one thing”.



“Go on” I said.



“It’s just that well, we’re a free group. I mean, I don’t charge the members any fees, it’s basically just me giving my members the benefit of my years of experience for free, and having a damn good gossip at the same time” Anna went on, “So unfortunately that also means that I can’t really pay you for doing those sessions”.



“Hmmm… I’d have to think about it” I said.



“Well, if you do want to do it I’m sure the girls would be very grateful to you giving up your time for free” said Anna.



“Girls?” I said.



“Yes, it’s an all-female group, there are seven of them in all, they’re really nice once you get to know them and I just know they’d love to paint you”.



Posing nude for Anna was the fulfilment of a long-standing ambition, but the opportunity to show myself off in front a whole group of women was too great an opportunity to pass up on.



“Ok then, why the hell not!” I said.



“Oh thank you, thank you!” said Anna excitedly, “the girls will be delighted! You won’t regret it I promise”.



An appointment was made for the following evening at 6 o’clock, little did I know at the time but that evening would blow my mind completely.



It was a step into the unknown, posing nude for one woman was fine but posing for eight women was a different proposition entirely and I wasn’t sure how I would feel about it. As I pulled up outside Anna’s house the following evening I was nervous but determined not to let it get to me. I could hear excited female chatter as I walked up the path to the front door. I took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.



Within moments I was admitted into the living room and was introduced to the members of the art group. They seemed to be a pretty mixed bunch, mixed except for gender that is. They were of a wide age range and from several ethnic groups it seemed. One by one, Anna introduced me to them.



First up was Rita, she looked to be in her mid fifties and looked pretty much like the typical white British housewife. Then came Melanie, much younger – probably in her late twenties and quite attractive with her long blonde hair and pale complexion. Next up was Janelle who appeared to be at least 40 and was of African or Caribbean origin with her black skin and straightened jet black hair. Then I was introduced to Mavis, by far the eldest of the group who must’ve been in her mid seventies at least and looked like a typical little old lady with a white perm and a pair of reading glasses perched daintily on the bridge of her nose. After Mavis came Jenny who looked like she could be no more that 18 at least and was by some way the youngest member of the group. She was a picture of youthful beauty with fiery red hair and an air of innocence about her. Next up was Meera, an Indian lady who I guessed was around 40 or so and was resplendent in a bright orange and white sari. Finally there was Sue who seemed to be of a similar age to Anna – maybe a little older, and she too looked pretty much like an average housewife.



With the introductions over Anna addressed the group and briefed us all on the subject of the painting that they would be creating.



“Is anyone familiar with the story of Andromeda?” asked Anna.



“Isn’t she the one who was taken by her uncle into the underworld?” asked Rita.



“No, that was Persephone” said Mavis.



“I know!” said Melanie excitedly, “wasn’t there a film about her called… um… let me see… The Andromeda Strain?”



“No” I said, “that was about a satellite that crashed back to earth carrying a mutated alien virus”.



“She was the daughter of Cepheus and Cassiopia” Said Meera.



“Blimey, you know your Greek mythology well!” Said Anna, “you’re quite right, Andromeda was the daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopia. Cassiopia believed her to be the most beautiful thing in the universe and would boast about her beauty constantly. This angered Zeus who had his brother, Poseidon, unleash a huge sea monster called Cetus to ravage the coast of Cassiopia’s realm and bring death and destruction to her people. Desperate for help, King Cepheus consulted a wise oracle who announced that no respite would be found until the king sacrificed his virgin daughter Andromeda to the monster. So she was chained to a rock – naked – to await her fate. She was however rescued by Perseus who slayed the Cetus and freed both Andromeda and the people of the kingdom from its terrible wrath”.



“Cool story” chipped in Melanie.



“Now, our next painting will be a kind of gender role-reversal of this classic scene which, for want of a better title, I have decided to call ‘The Plight of Androlos’ – Androlos being the Greek word for male which also bears a slight resemblance to Andromeda. It is also where we get the word ‘Android’ from which literally means ‘like a man’”.



It certainly sounded like an interesting concept, but it did leave an obvious question.



“Well if, as I understand it, I am playing the part of Andromeda, who plays the part of Perseus?” I asked.



“What we’re going to do is get the girls to paint you into the scene first and then once that’s completed we’ll get a female model to play the part of Perseus” said Anna.



“Well, ladies – and gentleman – shall we go through to the studio and get started?” Anna continued “we’ll do the usual 45 minute session followed by a 20 minute break for tea and then another 45 minute session, is that ok for you Martin?”



“Sounds fine to me” I replied.



“Excellent!” said Anna, “Follow me everyone!”



And so we all filed out of the house, across the garden and into the studio. And once I entered and saw the posing stage my heart sank. Up to that moment I had assumed that I would merely have to pose in a certain position that gave the impression that I was chained to a rock and that the ladies of the group would have to use their imagination to paint in the rock and the chains into the overall scene. In reality, Anna had actually gone to the trouble of installing a large fibreglass rock, complete with sturdy looking iron rings and manacles, and also a suitable backdrop depicting a rocky shoreline.



“Anna, what the hell is this?” I asked once I had got her on her own for a few moments.



“Relax” she replied, “It looks a little scary I know, but you’ll be fine”.



“Do you seriously expect me to allow you to chain me up completely naked in front of a group of strange women?” I said.



“Yes, you will be chained up” sighed Anna trying her best to reassure me, “and yes you will be naked but this isn’t about being kinky or asserting female dominance over a naked male or anything like that, it’s about depicting a classical Greek myth but with a male being the ‘damsel in distress’ instead of a female”.



“Where the hell did you get it from anyway?” I asked.



“From another artist, he used it to create his own version of the Andromeda painting – with a female model” Anna answered, “and yes, she was chained up naked voluntarily and no harm was done to her”.



“I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this” I said.



“You’ll be fine, don’t worry” said Anna again trying to sound reassuring, “you’ll be released for the break and if you really don’t like it then we’ll just have to abandon the idea. But the girls would be really disappointed if you dropped out, especially since I said that you were such a good sport”.



It looked like I had no choice, I didn’t want to come across as a wimp and be a traitor to my gender but I also was seriously uncomfortable about being chained up helpless and in the nude in front of a group of fully clothed women.



“Ok” I sighed, “I guess I’ll just have to grin and bear it”.



“Attaboy!” said Anna, “just pop into the shower room there and get your clothes off and we can make a start”.



With a heavy heart and a deep sense of foreboding I went into the shower room, drew the curtain and proceeded to undress. As I took off my clothes and placed them on the lid of the toilet I could clearly hear the excited girly chatter in the studio as they prepared themselves for my ‘unveiling’. I was having serious second thoughts about doing this but on the other hand I didn’t want to let Anna down. I mean, sure it was a bit creepy the way she liked to watch me as I pee but other than that she seemed fairly level-headed. I girded my loins and found some inner strength from somewhere, took a very deep breath – and pulled my pants down. I was naked. This was it.



“Are you ready Martin?” asked Anna through the curtain.



“Yes” I replied. I stood behind the curtain ready for Anna to draw it back.



“Ok ladies” said Anna, “may I present our model for this evening!” and with that she quickly drew back the curtain to reveal me in all my naked glory to the assembled ladies who immediately responded with a spontaneous mix of astonished gasps and raucous giggling. I thought of how disrespectful it was that when confronted with a naked man the natural female reaction seemed to be outright hysterics. But women are strange creatures I reasoned, and I was kind of already prepared for that reaction anyway.



I walked into the studio which Anna kept reasonably warm so that my genitals didn’t instantly retreat inside my body. In fact they seemed more pendulous than ever and gently swung around as I walked the few yards to the stage and the artificial rock placed upon it. I stepped up onto the stage and stood with my back to the rock. Anna joined me and placed my left ankle into its shackle which to my surprise was only made of plastic. She clicked it shut and looked up into my eyes.



“See, it’s only plastic – there are no locks or keys or anything, it’s just a clip” she said, again trying her utmost to reassure me. She turned her attention to shackling my right leg and then she placed my left wrist into its manacle followed by my right wrist until I was stood there spread-eagled, completely naked and utterly vulnerable. The restraints may only have been made of plastic and they may only have been clipped shut but there was still no way I could escape from them, I just had to ‘think of England’ and hope that the session wouldn’t drag on too long.



“Right then, we’re all set” said Anna “as usual we’ll be doing rough sketches in this first session and then later on we’ll start to refine them a little, ready for next week when we actually put some paint on”.



The ladies set to work sketching away, Anna mingled amongst them offering hints and advice. On a couple of occasions she got up onto the stage and pointed out various parts of my anatomy which required particular attention. Unsurprisingly, one of which was my genitals.



Sure enough, after 45 minutes or so, Anna announced that it was time to take a break and she got up onto the stage once more and released me from the restraints. It had only been three quarters of an hour but it nonetheless felt good to be free. I went through into the changing area – I had actually brought a dressing gown with me this time. Even though I was perfectly comfortable being nude during the break when there was only Anna around, I felt it was more appropriate to cover myself up this time.



I chatted with a couple of the ladies during the break as we sipped mugs of tea and took a look at some of their preliminary sketches. I was particularly impressed with Meera’s effort, in just 45 minutes she had captured virtually the whole scene and in considerable detail considering that this was just an outline of the finished work. Jenny’s work, despite her inexperience, was also quite impressive.



Eventually Anna announced that it was time for the second session to begin, and as I was chained up once again, I was blissfully unaware of what was to happen at the end of the session.



The next 45 minutes passed as uneventfully as the first session, Anna once again mingled with the ladies overseeing their work and offering advice and constructive criticism here and there. Until finally she said the words that signaled that time was up.



“Ok ladies, I think that’s enough for tonight” she said, addressing the group, “please be sure to put your canvasses safely in the storeroom and remember to cover them so they don’t get damaged”.



The group dispersed and the ladies busied themselves putting away their canvasses and their drawing materials. I was itching to be released from the shackles but little did I know at the time, I would be chained up for a while longer.



Once all the easels and stools had been taken back into the storeroom the ladies gathered in front of the stage, I just assumed they wanted one last look at me close-up before they had to go home but of course I was very wrong.



“Well, I’d just like to say a big thank you to Martin for giving up his spare time to model for us especially since he has had to be chained up naked to a rock without being paid for his time” said Anna, “so we thought it might be a nice idea to pay you back some other way”.



“No that’s quite alright” I replied.



“Oh but we insist” Anna continued, “and since it is Melanie’s birthday tomorrow I thought perhaps maybe she would like the honour of having the first go”.



“First go of what?” I asked.



I wasn’t long before I got an answer. Melanie knelt down in front of me, my penis and testicles at her eye level – suddenly I knew what was going to happen.



“Oh no, you cannot be serious about this, let me go immediately!!” I yelled and struggled as best I could but to no avail.



“Oh don’t be such a baby!” said Anna, “It’s just our way of saying thank you”.



“What, by fellating me against my will??!? Release me this instant!” I cried.



“Come on, don’t be so silly, you’ll enjoy it” said Anna, “show him Melanie”.



At that invitation Melanie leaned forward towards my genitals and gently allowed her tongue to play across the skin of my scrotum, an electric shock of pleasure coursed through my entire body causing me to inhale sharply followed immediately by a breathless gasp of pure ecstasy. My penis immediately began to come to life.



“See, I told you that you’d enjoy it” said Anna as both she and the group took in the sight of my growing erection as Melanie slowly licked my testicles. The rest of the group gasped and giggled as they took in the sight set before them.



“What a magnificent dick you have Martin!” said Sue “much nicer than my husband!”



“I know” said Rita, “have you ever seen a nicer foreskin?”



“Not on my bloke” said Janelle with a hint of melancholy in her voice “can you believe that Trevor’s parents had him circumcised at birth?!?”



“That’s just cruel!” interjected Jenny, “I think foreskins are beautiful – cutting it off without consent counts as child abuse in my book!”



While the conversation went on Melanie continued to stroke my testicles with her left hand and it wasn’t long before I was not only fully erect but a long, sticky drool of glistening precum was oozing out of the tip of my penis and dangling from the end of my overhanging foreskin. Noticing this, Melanie stopped her stroking and looked up into my eyes. By that point, as I continued fruitlessly to struggle against my bonds, I had to resign myself to the fact that no matter what I did I could not escape from or prevent what was about to happen to me. I had no other choice or course of action but to just allow it to happen to me. The only thing I could do was to deal with the consequences later.



“Looks like we’re ready for the main event!” she said. And with that, Melanie opened her mouth wide and took every inch of my erection into her. I had never had a blowjob before, I knew that some men said that there was no feeling on earth to compare it with but I would rather not have had to experience it like this, against my will. But as she took my penis down her throat and I could feel her swallow me, surrounding my penis with the warm, soft flesh of her oesophagus I knew exactly why they had described it in such exalted tones. Suddenly I was experiencing a pleasure the like of which I had never thought was possible.



“Oh f-f-f-f-uck!!” was all I could utter as Melanie fellated me. I stopped struggling against the shackles and for the first time I started to enjoy the experience. I looked down at her and as I saw my penis disappear into her mouth over and over, she looked back up into my eyes and all of a sudden I understood that she was getting as much pleasure from fellating me as I was receiving from her. To enjoy giving pleasure as much as receiving it was a totally new concept for me.



I looked back up at the rest of the group, they all stood in awe of what was happening, I imagined young Jenny, maybe all of them, were experiencing that familiar dampness in their knickers at the erotic sight of a helpless naked man, chained to a rock (albeit a fibreglass one) receiving oral sex from a woman that he’d only met a couple of hours ago.



“Well, looks like somebody’s beginning to enjoy himself!” said Anna, the rest of the group giggled in reply,



After several minutes I could feel my semen begin to rise from the very depths of my testicles, my orgasm was starting to build. Melanie sensed this however, and as I came close to the point of no return she stopped dead in her tracks. I looked down at her and in her face I could see an expression that said ‘not so fast, buster!’



My penis, glistening with Melanie’s saliva, throbbed gently in time with my heartbeat which was unsurprisingly racing. Rather than continuing to fellate me, Melanie moved her attention to gently licking the underside of my glans, softly stroking my frenulum with a side to side motion.



“F-f-f-f-f-f-u-u-u-u-c-c-c-c-k-k-k-k!!!” I exclaimed, I desperately wanted to cum right then and there but Melanie was in no hurry to allow me to ejaculate. As soon as she sensed that I was about to climax she would stop for a few moments leaving me throbbing away. Once she felt that there was no danger of imminent ejaculation, she continued once again.



“Come on big boy” said Anna, “give us what we want to see!”



I would if I could, I thought to myself, being unable to speak due to the shear ecstasy I was experiencing. Another few minutes passed, by now my precum was oozing and dribbling everywhere, I had reached the point of no return, I was moments away from ejaculating and I finally found my voice.



“Ah!! ah! ah! oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuccckkk!!” I exclaimed, now I desperately wanted to hold it in and extract as much pleasure as I could, I clenched every muscle and sinew in my body to try and prevent it from happening too soon.



“Ah! ah! aaaahhh!!! Aaaarrrrrgggghhhh!!!! Unnnnnngggghhhhh!!!!!! Unnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!” I screamed with pleasure until with one final, guttral “UUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!” I ejaculated. A jet of greyish-white semen erupted from my penis, shot over Melanie’s shoulder and spattered onto the concrete floor of the studio. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, I never knew that a man could feel such an explosive climax and I had never ejaculated quite that far before.



“Good boy!!” said Anna, addressing me as she might an obedient dog as several more blasts of semen erupted from my penis. The other women gasped and applauded and cheered.

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