He came to me in the night. It was always in the night. In the daylight we both pretended that there was no nightly visitation. But he was highly sexed, and since my mom died, he came to me often at night. He waited until I’d turned eighteen, but after that, he came for me.

“Dad . . .” I murmured, still only half awake.

“Shush. Take this.”

I was on my back and he was straddling my chest with his knees and leaning over me, holding my arms out and above my head with strong fists encasing my wrists. I felt the tip of his erect cock at my lips and I opened to him, and we both moaned quietly in the dark as he stroked his cock in and out of my mouth, hardening it and arousing him further—and slicking up his tool for what he’d do later.

When he was sufficiently aroused, he moved his knees and lips down my chest and belly and swallowed my balls as his hand went to my cock. His hand went to join the other to cup and raise and separate my butt cheeks as his mouth went to my entrance. His hand on my cock was replaced by one of my own, and I lay there, looking dumbly toward the window, watching the wind sway the branches of the willow tree, and stroking myself. For a moment I had the sensation of someone being there, watching us, but I had shut my systems down. I didn’t care and my senses weren’t on alert. I was trying to transport myself to someplace else altogether.

He pulled my sleeping shorts—all that I was wearing—off my legs.

“Turn on your belly.” The voice was low, raspy, needy.

“Dad . . .” I murmured again. It was all I could manage, and I knew it had no effect.

“Turn on your belly, son.”

With a sigh of resignation, I did as he commanded. I always did as he commanded, whether day or night.

A heavily muscled arm went under my lower belly and lifted me to my knees, while a palm between my shoulder blades pushed my chest down on the cool sheet. He was crouched over me from behind, his thighs encasing mine. I felt the stretch and filling of the entry. But no pain. There hadn’t been pain, really, for months. My channel was fit to his cock now. He just slid up into me as I gasped slightly and groaned the almost nightly possession by him.

One of his fists went to the wrist of my left arm and pinned it to the bed above my head. He let me have the use of my right hand—he’d done so for nearly two months now—and I moved it to my cock and began stroking it again to the rhythm of his fucking cock.

He moved his other hand between gripping my waist and pinching my nipple and turning my head toward his face when he brought it down to my head. When he did that, we kissed, deeply, his tongue invading and searching my mouth cavity. This was something else that had only entered the ritual in the last month or so.

My lips freed, I once more turned my head and gazed at the window—and once more had the sensation of someone or something pulling away from it out there as I turned my head. Then I closed my eyes and concentrated again on not being there.

The nature of pretending I wasn’t really involved in what was happening to me in the night had changed in the last month or too also—and it scared me. In the initial months, I had zoned out to deny it was happening. Now I was zoning out because I was beginning to need it—to look forward to it each night.

Of course he really wasn’t my dad—not my biological dad—and nothing that he was doing was something I could report him for, something I could stop, short of fighting him, which, considering our differing sizes and physical power, was a comical notion. And leaving was something I couldn’t do, at least not yet.

My real dad had died when I was eleven, and Tyler had been with us for six years now, arriving a little more than a year after Mom was widowed. I say us, but he really was only with “us” for a bit more than five years. My mom died six months ago. She had been sick for some time before she died, and I think she understood Tyler’s interest in me before she went. But by then she was too far gone to do anything about it. She seemed to be hanging on mostly to be there until I got old enough to leave the house and go on my own.

My real dad’s death and her own quick decline there at the end had bollixed up that idea, though. I’d worshipped my real dad, and his death had been a real blow to me. I just shut my life down for nearly a full year though—and that included school work. So, I was set back a grade. And, so, when mom died, I was no more than a week past eighteen, but I had a year and a half more to go in high school. And what were almost Mom’s last words to me stuck.

“Stick it out until you graduate high school, Chris,” she’d said. “Promise me you’ll get your high school. Then go in the service for a while or something. Get away from this. But promise me you’ll get your high school in first. A man can’t do much of anything without that diploma.”

And so, I promised.

And the way it worked out with Tyler wasn’t wham bang, either. It was gradual. He worked me. He seduced me. And he was smart. He waited until I was eighteen. And when he finally had me, there I was, an adult, and not able even to claim rape. And the longer I stayed, the less anyone would care what I let happen to me. They would have asked, “Why didn’t you just walk?”

Well, I didn’t walk, because I promised my mom I’d get in that last year and half of school, and I didn’t have any other good options. I had no living family left, and I had no means really to live out on my own. I didn’t mind the idea of signing up for the military—I was leaning toward the Navy—but it stuck in my mind that one thing my mom had asked me to promise to do was to get that high school diploma before leaving.

And, as I’ve said. Tyler was clever. And he took it slow so that by the time I really was over the edge, it was done.

It had started the day after I turned eighteen. Mom was in the other room, dying. She’d been to the hospital and was back, under Hospice care, to die at home. I was keyed up and confused and into self-denial and wanting to make it all go away—transport myself to some fantasy land—and because I was a teenager with raging hormones, that meant a flashlight and dirty magazine and beating myself off in the middle of the night.

Which was all fine, but Tyler found me that night, right after my eighteenth birthday. I was terrified and paralyzed in place when he found me. But he came into the room and was calm and sat down on the side of the bed and told me all sorts of mumbo-jumbo over how it was normal and understandable under the circumstances. And while he was talking and holding my attention, he had his hand on my cock. When I noticed and flinched and began to object, he shushed me, reminding me that Mom was just in the other bedroom and that, although what I was doing was normal and understandable, it wasn’t something we wanted to worry her about.

“So, just lay back, and I’ll take care of it.”

And so I did. And he did. And I was surprised at how much different and better it felt when someone else did it.

Three days later, the night before Mom died, Tyler was back and sweet talked me into letting him take care of my fears and tensions again. And this time he ran his other hand over my body as he was slowly jacking my cock off.

When we came home from Mom’s funeral, I was a basket case, and Tyler sent me to my room and told me to try to get some sleep. But I couldn’t and I couldn’t stop crying. And Tyler came into my room and sat on the bed and hugged me close and soothed me with his calm, soft voice—which was really something coming from such a big, muscular man—and with his hands patting and stroking me here and there. He had my cock out of the fly of my sleeping shorts before I knew it. And I was in such a state that I didn’t care—in fact it was comforting. And this time he didn’t relieve me with his hand. He did it with his mouth.

Mom was dead now and there was only Tyler. And he’d already given me a blow job. And I was already eighteen and had promised my mom I’d stick it out through high school. And not only wasn’t I thinking too straight, but I was a teen with raging hormones and Tyler was giving me release and pleasure that, though I knew it was evil and not right, was overwhelmingly hard to resist.

Everything was fine during the day. Tyler was a coping single-parent dad by day. Fitting in getting me to school and being there during my ball games and other activities while still holding down his job. I took up more of the cleaning and cooking duties, but Tyler was hanging in there on those as well. And we said nothing during the day of what was happening at night. The dark covered all of our sins.

But he was coming to me more often at night now. And he cajoled me into taking head, and one night he introduced a dildo into the ritual as he was sucking my cock. The first time I just thought it was his thumb, which he had started strumming rim of my hole with while sucking me, but it wasn’t—it was a dildo. And the second time I knew it wasn’t a thumb—and that it hadn’t stayed at the entrance. By the time he fucked me with his cock, he had me asking for it. And I was over eighteen, and with nowhere else to go.

And now it was four months later.

Tyler had just been to visit me the night before. But he was here, at the door, tonight, as well. I’d heard it. He’d had a video on out in the living room. A male porn film. He was standing at the door, breathing heavily and giving me a scary stare. He was stark naked and had a raging hard on. I was sitting on the floor, on the thick cushion I’d taken off the overstuffed chair in my room; my back to the bed; earphones in, with the music set to something I liked to listen to before I went to bed; and doing my last-minute homework. I already was in my sleeping shorts.

Tyler was on me like a flash, grabbing my wrists with his hands and pushing my arms back on the bed. His cock was assaulting my mouth, pushing my head back on the bed as well. And I was gagging and gasping as he face-fucked me.

Then he pulled me up on my feet and kicked the cushion out into the middle of room as he was stripping off my sleeping shorts. He pushed me down on my shoulder blades on the cushion and grabbed my hips in his hands, and pulled my pelvis up into his crotch and my hole onto his cock, and started fucking down into me with long, deep strokes, thrusting down with his cock, while he pulled my pelvis up into him. Pushing me down as he moved his hips back and then pulling me in again as he thrust forward.

He was fucking me with a fury as he’d never done before, and I hooked my legs on top of the flare of his butt and hung on for dear life, my soothing “go-to-bed” music still playing in my ear from the earphones.

Above the sound of the music, I could hear the sound of the sex. Grunting and groaning and moaning in harmony, but above that, a plaintive cry of “Oh, shit, oh yes, oh gawd yessss, Fuck ME!”

I was shocked—and scared—at the realization that it was my voice.

* * * *

By this time, Tyler wasn’t the only one fucking me. By now, I knew what was done was done—and that I didn’t mind it when I wasn’t thinking real hard—and was thinking why should I give it away just to Tyler for free. I was scraping together whatever money I could to help my escape from here, which was coming within a year. I kept the money in an old can out in the rafters of the storage shed in the back yard.

I figured I knew where I would make some money off this. And I was right.

For years, Mr. Collins, a bachelor living in a house twice as large and tidy as ours just down the street from us, had been giving me the eye and trying to make friends with me when I walked past his house. I wasn’t so dumb that I didn’t know what his interest was—and there were whisperings going around the neighborhood and at school that bore this out.

All it took to get him to come out of the house was for me to stand out on the front walk by his white picket fence one day and look around like I had nothing better to do than stand there. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before he sauntered out, acting like he had a reason to be on the move and “accidentally” noticing I was there and coming to the fence to greet me.

“Hi there, Chris,” he called out in a chipper voice. “Great day, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah, it is,” I answered. “Might rain tonight, though. The rains will be heavy this summer, they say.”

Mr. Collins was trembling like a Chihuahua on speed at this string of words from me. It was more in total that I’d ever said to him in all the years he’d been living in the neighborhood. He literally wagged his tail as he came out to the fence, obviously thrilled that I was still standing there.

“Yes, it’s good for the flowers, though.”

“Nice flowers,” I said. “And you got a gardener to take real good care of them, I see.” I was searching for words. The gardener was kneeling at the rose bed that lined the front porch of the house. He was facing away from us, an Hispanic, I guessed, maybe in his thirties. An outdoor worker. I wondered if he could hear us—and if he could understand English if he could.

“I try to keep the grounds up,” Mr. Collins said, his voice full of pride. “Say, I was real sorry to hear about your mother. I—”

“Thanks. Thanks, Mr. Collins. You’re a nice man for saying that.” I turned my eyes on him and smiled.

He practically melted on the spot with pleasure. He had his hands on top of the fence and they were trembling. I put a hand up there too, trying to make it seem like a natural move, and I could see him shudder as our hands touched each other.

“Nice house too. Real nice house. Big. Bet you have lots of rooms in there. Bet you have some nice things in there.”

“Would you like to see inside sometime?” Mr. Collins asked. His voice sounded so hopeful that I felt kind of sorry for him.

“I’m not doing much of anything now,” I said. I tried to keep my voice low, because I could see that the gardener had turned his head toward us—that maybe he was listening to us.

I thought that Mr. Collins was going to melt down to a puddle on the spot at the prospect of getting me in the house.

The gardener looked up from the rose garden as we passed and gave me a tentative little smile. I wondered if he figured any of this out. But then I didn’t care. He was just a gardener.

“How’s school and the baseball going, Chris?” Mr. Collins asked me as we entered the foyer. I walked right on into the living room, which showed that Mr. Collins made a whole heap more money that my stepdad did. “I’ve always been interested in how the kids of the neighborhood were doing.”

“Yeah, I know you have, Mr. Collins. I’ve seen how you watched me over the years. Well, I’m here now. And I’m over eighteen.”

He turned his head toward where I was standing in the living room, surprised by what I said and by the hard tone I’d taken when I said it. And there I was, standing in the middle of his living room, with my fly open and my dong hanging out and cupped in the palm of my hand. I was kind of proud of my cock, and Mr. Collins seemed pretty impressed too. He went to his knees with a loud moan and began sucking my cock in a way that assured me that, as suspected, I probably wasn’t the first neighborhood boy who had visited this house.

We were naked on his bed with him stretched out behind me and stroking his cock inside me from the rear as I propped my knee up on the bed to give him better access when I told him what the deal was: “$15 for you to suck me; $25 if I suck you. $50 for a fuck; $60 for the whole package.”

He didn’t object and signed up for the next visit to be on my way home from school three days hence. My stepdad didn’t get home from work for nearly three hours after my school finished for the day.

The gardener was in the front garden the next day I visited Mr. Collins, and he turned his head and gave me a little smile again when I reached the stairs to the porch and started climbing. I instinctive smiled back, a little nervous because he was there, and because I couldn’t think of a plausible reason to be approaching Mr. Collins’s house by myself if the gardener asked. But he didn’t ask.

The door was slightly ajar when I got to it, and I heard a faraway voice call out from upstairs. “Come on in. It’s open. I’m upstairs.”

I went in and began to climb the stairs. Half way up I stopped dead in my tracks and let out a “Holy shit.” I began to turn to flee the house, when Mr. Collins said probably the only thing that kept me there.

“$75. I’ll give you $75. And you won’t be doing anything special or different. This is for me. This is to make it more interesting for me.”

I turned back and looked up at him again. He was wearing women’s lingerie. A black lace bra, with matching panties and black mesh stockings and black stiletto heels. He also had on a red-haired wig, and his face was made up like a baby doll, a mean slash of shiny, deep-red lipstick across his mouth. He was talking in a funny, high voice like he was playing some sort of game. And I guessed it was pretty obvious that he was.

“It’s no different for you, honey,” he repeated. “It’s just me. It’s just what I like. $75, OK?”

He didn’t look all that bad as a woman. Younger even. And he wasn’t fat; he had good muscle tone and firm arms and legs. A flat belly and a nipped-in waist.

If I closed my eyes. . . . And it wasn’t like I had to get it up. He said it would be no different. And he had topped me earlier, although for the money, I was willing to try going either way.

I started walking up the stairs again, and as we crossed the hall to the master bedroom, I was impressed on how well he walked in the heels. I guessed he’d done this a lot.

“Please take your clothes off and sit on the side of the bed,” he said.

I watched myself—and him/her in the mirrors as I stripped. That was the thing I’d remembered the most about his bedroom from the other day. The mirrors. He had them everywhere. It had been arousing to me to see myself being fucked no matter how I turned my head. I assumed that the mirrors were there because he found it amusing as well. He wasn’t bad looking for an old guy and was a good cocksman—or so I thought, only having Tyler to compare him with. But I thought Tyler must be good at it as much as he was fucking me—and I knew he and my mom really went at it before she got too sick to enjoy it. And, surprising, Collins was as good at it as Tyler was, although he must be at least ten years older than Tyler.

We didn’t do it just like we had the first time. This time Mr. Collins spent more time in setting it up—and he had an extra fetish thing going with the lipstick. The color was something that rubbed off easily. Collins made a point of paying attention to nearly every inch of my body with his lips, and I could see that the lipstick was rubbing off on my skin. And he got up every once in a while and renewed it, so that it was always leaving fresh lip marks.

I found quickly that the panties had a slit in them in front, so that his cock came out without having to remove the panties. I sucked him and then he sucked me, being careful to leave distinctive lip-shaped red markings on my cock. He followed this up with lip attention to the rest of my body, and then he had me lay on my back on the edge of the bed, and he came between my thighs and fucked me to mutual ejaculations while we watched ourselves and each other in the mirrors. Although I had been worried about being able to get it up, the setting was so exotic and he was such an expert cocksman that I didn’t have any trouble at all. The mirrors helped too.

Afterward, Mr. Collins made me stand in front of a full-length mirror and he took photos of the artwork he’d done on my body with his ruby-red lips before he let me shower and gave me four twenties and told me to keep the change.

I had a pretty busy extracurricular activity schedule at school and on the baseball mound, but I did have Tuesday afternoons free, and Mr. Collins signed up for that time slot. He must have had quite a closet, because he was wearing a different set of lingerie each time—and a different shade of lipstick.

Tuesday’s must have been one of his set days with the gardener too, as he was always there, kneeling by the roses and giving me a little nod and smile when I mounted the porch stairs to Mr. Collins’s front door.

* * * *

I rather enjoyed the fucking with Mr. Collins, and it worried me that I did, but the money was too good to deny myself and put the brakes on this stuff. At $80 a week, my tin can in the storage shed was going to need company soon. I’d made it to late summer. One more year, my senior year, and I could just walk away from here—and with some serious cash in my pocket. I’d put it all behind me, or so I thought.

I was getting old enough now to accept that I was just fooling myself. I began to become obsessed with the women’s lingerie—and wondering about it in connection with my nights with Tyler. I have no idea what caused me to do it, but one afternoon, when rain had wiped out a baseball practice and Tyler wouldn’t be home for hours, I stole into the master bedroom and started browsing through the drawers in my mother’s bureau. Tyler had done nothing about getting rid of her clothes.

I found her intimate lingerie in one of the lower drawers and I took a pair of black lace panties back to my bedroom and stripped and put them on and walked around the house for a half hour. It didn’t give me quite the thrill I thought it might, but just the idea of how I wanted it to make me feel made me hard.

And then Tyler went four nights without visiting my bedroom. I didn’t think he was doing this on purpose at the time, but now I think he did. Now I think he wanted me to take that last step. The first two nights I luxuriated in a full night’s sleep. The third night I couldn’t sleep and kept looking at my door, waiting for it to open and for Tyler to slip into the room and into my bed. On the four night I was in a stew, wondering what was wrong, why he wasn’t coming.

On the fifth night I could take it no longer. I padded out of bed, stripped off my sleeping shorts, and slipped on the black lace panties I’d purloined from my mother’s drawer.

Tyler was awake, on his back, no doubt waiting for me—although I didn’t know it at the time. I climbed onto the bed and straddled his pelvis. He laughed and pulled my face down to his and kissed me deeply on the mouth. I could feel his cock come alive. He moved his hands over my bare torso as we kissed and then down to my hips, and I felt the jerk in his cock and heard the low gasp when he learned I was wearing lace panties. He let me know he enjoyed that a lot—but he didn’t enjoy it so much that it prevented him from gripping the flimsy material covering my buttocks on both sides and rending it apart with a low ripping sound and then settling my channel on his cock through the slit he’d made.

He laid there, providing the ramrod, and smiling up into my face as I did all of the work, riding his cock in undulating waves. When he had shot his load up into me, he laughed his ultimate victory over me, the fulfillment of my conditioning.

Later, in my own room again, I couldn’t sleep. I had come in the panties in Tyler’s room and he’d kept them as a trophy, so I was in my sleeping shorts once more.

It had already rained once and then stopped, and I could hear the splatter of precursory rain drops once again on the window. They were promising quite a storm tonight.

I liked watching storms, and Tyler’s laugh at the conclusion of our sex had awakened me to what he had conditioned me to do—that final step of me coming to him, wanting it, and willing to do all of the work to get it. This depressed me, and for the first time I wondered if staying around to complete high school was going to be the end of it—whether I could break away from Tyler even after that. And, even more depressing, I was beginning to doubt if the high school diploma was the real reason I was staying around—whether I wasn’t completely under Tyler’s spell now.

I couldn’t sleep, so I got out of bed and took a Coke from the refrigerator and walked out onto the front porch, just in my sleeping shorts, to welcome the coming storm and to try to force my racing brain to be lost in watching the thunder and lightning show.

I had finished the Coke and gotten tired of waiting for the storm to arrive. I turned to go back into the house, but I was grabbed from behind and tossed out into the yard. I landed on the wet grass and someone was on my back, his knee in the small of my back, and my hands were pulled behind me and being tied off. A burlap sack was pulled over my head and I was roughly pulled up and frog marched across the yard, tossed into the back seat of a car, and, after doors slammed, the car was on the move.

I have no idea how long we drove; I was too stunned by the sudden assault to keep any sort of track, but the car eventually stopped after a particularly bumpy ride at the last. I could hear the pattering of rain on the metal roof. The storm was starting. I heard a door open at the front of the car—and slam shut—and then one of the doors to the rear seat opened, and I almost tumbled out of the car. Strong hands grabbed me, though, and lift and tossed me toward the other side of the car. Someone was in the back seat with me. His chest was pressing in on mine—he was bare-chested, so I knew it was a man, and heavy muscled and slick with sweat. I heard and felt the ripping of my sleeping shorts—and heavy breathing. Whoever it was was too agitated to just pull my pants off. I was wedged, facing up, in the back corner of the seat. The seat was wide and plush, I figured some older model car—something American and from the 60s, maybe.

Rough hands were forcing my thighs apart and raising my legs, and the man was between my legs, and I screamed as a cock far thicker than either Tyler’s or Mr. Collins’s split me and forced itself deep inside my channel and I was being furiously fucked. He bit into my nipple and I cried out in pain again. I began to sneeze from the dustiness of the sack over my head. I tried to suppress it, thinking, “No, please don’t take the sack off, please don’t take the sack off”—knowing that if he did I would see what he looked like. And if he didn’t care if I knew what he looked like, then . . .

I couldn’t suppress the sneezing, though, and also began to cough. And the sack was drawn off my head.

It was Mr. Collins’s gardener.

“Why?” I cried out.

He backhanded me across the face and growled, “Shut the fuck up.”

And I turned my head toward the window in the passenger door I was wedged up against and watched the storm roll over us. There was thunder and lightning aplenty, and it seemed like each clap of thunder and flash of lightning was accompanied by a ramrod splitting me asunder. Each time the thunder clapped, I lurched at the thrust of his cock inside me, each time thinking he couldn’t go further down inside me, widen my channel with his monster tool any wider, but, with each thunder clap, he did.

He fucked me with intense purpose and abandon, and I moaned and groaned at how much fuller and more intense his taking of me was than Tyler’s and Collins’s fuckings were. He wanted me and drilled me in ways they hadn’t done, moving deep inside me, relentlessly fucking, making me writhe and whimper and cry out, afraid of what came after this, and then, because he was at it so long and so deep, afraid that this was the last of me—fucked to death. I had ejaculated a long time before he exploded and fell on top of me, sweaty and panting. Holding me tight, his breathing becoming less ragged but his cock coming back to life inside me the longer he held me there.

The second fucking, in consort with the abating of the thunderstorm into a gentle rain, was slower, more methodic and longer, with his hands now searching my body more, as if assuring himself that I actually was here, that the snatch and furious fuck that went before were real, not just one of the longing wet dreams that had driven him to do this.

When he was finished, he covered my head with the sack again and went over the front seat back into the driver’s position while I whimpered, exhausted and taken as neither Tyler nor Mr. Collins had ever done with me.

We drove on for a half hour or more, and I sensed when we turned off asphalt and onto gravel and then, eventually onto dirt—probably mud now. The last quarter of a mile or more was on jarringly rough road.

I was bundled out of the car, across uneven dirt, and up onto a wooden porch—which I discern because I was barefooted, and then through a door which was closed behind us. I heard two bolts being thrown on the door and the scrape of a key in a lock. The sack was jerked off my head again.

He had prepared for me. This wasn’t a casual snatch. We were standing in a log cabin that was about twenty feet square. The windows were all shuttered from at least the inside. There was a double bed in one corner and chains were welded to the wall above the headboard. At the loose end of the chains were wrist clamps, and this was where the gardener herded me—over to the bed, where he pushed me down on my belly. He untied my binding and turned me over on my back on the bed and forcing my wrists into the wrist clamps. The chains attached to the walls were short, and I couldn’t move my hands below my shoulders as I lay on the bed.

The gardener stripped off his wet jeans and his briefs and came down on the bed, forcing his knees between my thighs and sliding them under my buttocks. Then he thrust his cock inside my channel again, and fucked me for a third time—long and hard, with animalistic noises like he’d been building up to do this for months and hadn’t had sex in the meantime.

He said nothing to me, didn’t answer my whimpered questions or respond to my pleadings. If he hadn’t told me to shut up in the car in half-decent English, I would have thought there was a language barrier between us. There certainly wasn’t any other barrier between us.

He got out of the bed and padded around turning off lights. I had only a brief opportunity to see what was there, while he was doing so. Just one room. A small kitchenette area over on the front wall by the door we’d come through. This bed was in one back corner and a raised tin square about three foot square was in the other back corner. A shower head was on the wall above this. A toilet was set in the wall at one side of the open shower square and a white porcelain sink on the other. Thus, the room was completely exposed. There was an old couch with the stuffing coming out. A small desk against the front wall, on the other side of the door from the kitchenette—with a laptop computer on it—a round wood table with three mismatched straight chairs in the center of the room, and an overstuffed chair that didn’t match the couch.

Just this one bed. When he’d turned out the lights, he came back to the bed and stretched beside me and almost instantly started to snore. It took me longer to go to sleep, and shortly after that, he was waking me again, turning me on my belly—with my chained arms crossed above me—and straddling my hips and fucking me again.

When I woke in the morning, he’d changed the chains. They were longer now, enough so that I could get out of the bed and stand and walk maybe three feet from the bed. There was a hunk of bread and a cup of cold coffee on the nightstand next to the bed and two tin bowls on the floor below that. One was about a third filled with water and there was a sponge floating in it. The other was empty and had a half of roll of toilet paper in it. I could pretty much tell what both of those bowls were for.

The gardener was pissing in the toilet on the other side of the room. He was still naked, as, of course, was I. I listened as he emptied his bladder in a long, steady stream going on for almost a minute.

I wolfed down the bread and drank the coffee as the gardener moved to the sink and brushed his teeth and shaved. He still looked like an Hispanic to me. But he had a well-worked body, muscles bulging on muscles, and his cock and balls were hanging heavy. He was taking side glances at me as I sat on the edge of the bed and chewed on the bread, and I could see that he was getting hard again.

So, I wasn’t surprised when he put his razor down when he’d only half shaved and came over and grabbed for my legs while I sat on the bed. I slapped at his hands as best I could and told him no as emphatically as I was able, but he just stunned me again with a backhanded slap across my face that snapped my head to one side, and roughly grabbed my legs, tipping me back on the bed, and crouched been my thighs and fucked me to his ejaculation.

When he was finished with me, he just left me there, my heels dug into the corners of the bed and my legs spread and trembling, and me moaning softly, and went back to his shaving. He took a shower, dressed in his gardening work clothes, and was gone for the rest of the day.

The first thing he did when he returned to the cabin that night was fuck me again. He obviously had been building up to this and looking forward to it for some time. After that, he usually didn’t do it more than once a day, but he never got tired of doing it.

When the first weekend came up, he brought out some red lace panties he had been keeping hidden somewhere, put a slit up the middle of them in back with a knife, and forced them over my legs. He then sat on the edge of the bed, forced me onto his lap and cock—through the slit in the panties—with me facing away from him and stroked my cock through the material of the panties until we both had come. He hung the torn panties with my cum in them on the bedpost, where they remained for a week. I now knew that he’d been peeping on me at Mr. Collins—and probably at my own house too while Tyler was fucking me.

And I now also knew what had prompted this elaborate scheme.

I stayed with Julio—for after the first few weeks I ascertained at least that much about him, that his name was Julio—for thirteen months. I knew it was thirteen months, because he had a calendar hanging above the desk and he delighted in marking off the days. He delighted even more in the first few weeks he held me captive in marking off each time he fucked me. And there were more of the latter marks than the former.

Slowly, over the initial months, he lengthened my chains in stages of trust. The longest addition, permitting me full access to the cabin so that I then could shower in the corner stall too and go to the toilet properly and have access to food and drink was the night I woke him up and straddled his cock and fucked myself on him. That was a watershed of him believing I wanted him now and that he’d won me over.

He took the shutters off the windows soon after that, and I discovered we were in the deep woods, with a clearing for a power line not far in front of the cabin and railroad tracks in back. I’d already ascertained that a train ran by somewhere near at three set times a day, as it was about the only sound of life outside the cabin I’d heard for two months at that point. It didn’t escape my notice either that the train ran slow in this section of the forest.

By that time I’d figured I was here for good—or at least until something drastic happened. No one had come for me; there was no hint that anyone was looking for me. And I thought that figured. I was over eighteen. The school system couldn’t touch me if I’d decided just to drop out. And Tyler wouldn’t come looking for me; he would just have figured that I’d had enough and had cleared out that night I disappeared. I had screamed obscenities at him the night I’d left—mad, frustrated, and angry that he’d tricked me into coming to his room on my own for the fuck and begging for the fuck—and taking all responsibility for it. Tyler would neither wonder at me leaving that night nor want anyone to look into my disappearance too closely.

So, I was on my own. And seeing the effect of initiating the fuck on Julio—which I had tried as an experiment—had given me hope of being able to work on his vanity. I was making use now of what Tyler had taught me in his conditioning—he had taught me to move from one frame of mind to another just by gradual reconditioning. In Julio’s case the method could still be sex, which Julio was obsessed with, but the goal would be developing a level of trust that would, I hoped, eventually set me free.

I made him believe I couldn’t get enough of his cock now—and I admitted even to myself that it was, indeed, a very nice cock. I went after him and gave him master head, something he’d never had done before, and more often than not I was initiating the sex—and complimenting him on what a great lover he was. I asked him to bring more lacy and silky panties, and we repeated the fetish that he seemed to enjoy so much.

Increasingly, he was giving me little freedoms and favors here and there. And I was showing appreciation for them and doing my best to convince him that I was here by choice now.

Then, purposely, I went into a blue funk. He, of course, asked me why, noticing that my end of the lovemaking had become lethargic. I told him I was bored—and wanted to use the Internet. He said that wasn’t possible. I cried and pouted and told him that I wanted to study—that I could complete my high school via the Internet by taking GED—general education diploma—classes on line. He told me he couldn’t really trust me alone on the Internet, and I said, he could use the keyboard and I’d just sit there and do the class work.

He wanted good sex again, so he gave in to me. I started working on a GED on line to complete my last year of high school—thinking that if nothing else in life I could try to fulfill the promise I’d made to my mother. And, in turn, I gave Julio great sex again.

After a month of acting as intermediary for my studies, Julio got bored and let me do the classes myself. I was careful to stick to only that on the Internet, though, as he tested me several times to make sure that was all I was doing. And I gave Julio really great sex, thinking of inventive positions that he’d never even dreamed of before.

I had him convinced in the first eight months that I couldn’t live without him, that all of the police in the state couldn’t close in on the cabin and pry me from his bed.

The chains came off completely. But I was still naked. Julio had never permitted me to wear a stitch of clothes. That was one hedge on me not going anywhere. He had locks on the doors of the drawers and closet he used for his clothes and he kept them all secure.

For a couple of more months he still locked me in the cabin and shuttered the windows, using the outside shutters, when he went to work. I gave him no reason to think I’d even thought about trying to escape, and I always had my legs open for him, begging for it, when he came home.

He was the world’s greatest stud. I couldn’t go five hours without a cocking by him and by him only. I made him believe that.

I had complete freedom of the cabin and its environs for a full month during which he laid many a scheme to catch any sign that I’d tried to leave him.

At the end of that month, I completely finished my online GED work. I went to a virtual graduation ceremony, without inviting Julio to it or telling him that I had finished the work—and had a graduation certificate waiting for me on line for whenever I wanted to download it.

The next day, a Tuesday, while Julio presumably was pruning Mr. Collins’s roses, I put on trousers and a T-shirt of Julio’s that I had kept out of the wash and Julio hadn’t noticed were missing when he’d locked his clothes away, dug the pair of old boots out from under the bed that Julio had thought he’d taken to the dump with other trash, and held my breath until I heard the whistle of the train somewhere down the track, where it blew its whistle three times a day at almost exactly the same time.

About 6 months ago I joined a gym because I have never had a very masculine body and now that I just turned 21 it was time to finally get off my butt and try to build some muscle. That is where I met my girl friend Brook who stands 5′ 9″, has a fantastic body and a gorgeous face. She looks like Tia Carrere who was in Wayne’s World and True Lies but in my opinion much hotter. I have always had a thing for hot asian girls so when she walked up to me, my jaw almost dropped. I could not believe she walked up to me and started a conversation. Not only did she approach me, she asked if I wanted to grab a bite after working out. I agreed to meet her in an hour and could not help but to stare at her tight ass as she walked back across the gym. She turn and looked back and caught me staring and gave me a smile. Now I had the energy to lift more weight than I had ever lifted before. It still was not very much weight since I was a still a novice at working out but at that moment I felt like an champion body builder.

After working out I quickly showered and I met her in the lobby of the gym. She said she knew the perfect place to go so we got into her BMW convertible and we went to a quiet restaurant with very few customers. That was nice because we were able to talk and get to know each other. Since we were really hitting it off I asked why she approached me and not the big guys at the gym. She gave an evil smile and said, “Guys with long hair turn me on and I prefer guys who are lean. They are more flexible and are much more fun in bed.” I could not help myself from blushing and when she noticed that, she smiled even more and said, “I am so glad we met, I am gonna have so much fun with you.” Being naive, I had no idea what she meant but I was having such a good time, I really did not care. We did not sleep together that night but with in a week we were dating and started an exciting sex life. I have always been shy so even though I had just turned 21, Brook was my first girl friend. Also I do not have a lot of confidence since my dick is smaller than average only being a little over four inches fully hard.

Before I mentioned I did not have a masculine body. The truth is, I actually have kind of feminine features and had been teased most of my life for my looks. I love having long hair and would never change that but I was sick of being called a girlie boy and almost every other name they could come up with. Along with wanting to build muscle, I also hoped I might meet a girl at the gym. I just never dreamed I would actually meet someone so quickly.

Not before long I moved in with Brook. She is only 25 and already has her own Internet based business. I don’t fully understand what the business does, but it is successful enough that she owns her own 4 bedrooms, 3 baths rooms house with a hugh back yard. If anyone would have bet me a year ago that I would be living with a beautiful girl in a real nice house and was extremely happy, I would have bet what ever I had and told them “No way, that will never happen.”

Brook is really into eating healthy and working out so she put me on a very healthy diet and works out with me. I was surprised at the exercised she has me do. Mostly she taught me yoga and pole dancing. When we did any other exercises, they were the same exercise most of the girls were doing instead of the stuff I saw the guys doing. At first I resisted the yoga and especially the pole dancing but she told me that since I was new at working out, I had to build a foundation and work on my flexibility prior to getting into the heavy workouts. At first I felt really silly pole dancing especially since she made me wear heels for the extra tension it puts on the leg and ass muscles. It was really good workout and I could definitely feel I was getting in shape so continued to do what she said.

Not only did I do what she said when it came to eating and working out, she really took charge our relationship and our sex life. I am so in love with her, I will do anything she wants. She is very kinky and we experimented with many different fetishes. We tried a lot of different roll playing scenario’s and sex in public places. She turned me on to anal play where she made me wear a butt plug or she uses her strap-on on me. She even made me suck on her strap-ons and dildos. At that point she had not dressed me up yet except for the heels she made me wear when I pole danced. We both like BDSM and I tried being in charge by tying Brook up, teasing her and spanking her but it was quite obvious that I was not very good at that. She knows how to and loves being dominate. I now truly believe I was born to be submissive.

One day Brook inserted a medium size pink vibrating butt plug in my ass, sat me in a chair and tied me up securing my arms and my upper body to the back of the chair. Then she secures my legs to the legs of the chair. She started to give me a slow sensual hand job. Her hands and my cock was covered in lotion and she was messaging my balls switch off from stroking me and gliding her palm in circular motion around the head of my cock. She would also vary the speed of the plug. She kept me close to cumming for almost an hour and was driving me absolutely crazy. Every now and then, she would get me so close, she would let go and just watch my dick twitch and ooze out a little pre-cum. Then Brook told me she was going paint my toes before she would let me cum.

Even though I did not have a choice, I agreed to letting her do it. I knew it would make me feel silly but I trusted her and knew kinky things pleased her. I figured no one would know and we had already tried so many different things, I thought, what the hell. As Brook placed a foam separator between the toes on my feet, she told me she had a bunch of different colors and I had to pick the color she would use. If I picked the same color she had in mind, I would get a special treat. I looked at the colors and figured she either had the bright red or the pink in mind so I told her I picked either of those two colors. She smiled and advised me her choice was one of the colors but since I did not pick one color, I would have to beg her to paint my toes in the color I chose. As I thought about it she started to tease my dick again but this time with her mouth. She sucked just the head of my dick in and swirled her tongue around it. I let out a moan and she stopped and said if I didn’t beg soon, she would tease me for at least another hour before I could cum. I suddenly started begging her to paint my toes Pink and she asked why I wanted her to paint my toes pink. From some of our past roll plays I thought I knew what she wanted to hear. I started saying, “Pink is a cute color and even though I am already cute, pink toes will just make me even more cute.” Brook then made me promise to do what ever she wanted if she would paint my toes. Once again, being putty in her hands, I did just that.

Brook whispered in my ear that while she did my toes, she wanted me to tell her how much I have wanted her to do this and how horny it makes me to have my toes painted. As she started to paint my toes, she asked me guiding questions. I found myself saying how I have never really felt masculine and painting my toes has been a dream of mine for years. She took her time doing my toes and commented how she could tell how much this was turning me on. As I was agreeing with her I started to realize it did turn me on a little bit since I never lost my erection.

As I look back, a lot of our pervious sex and experimentation with roll plays has conditioned me to say what she wanted to hear but obvioulsy at the time, I had no clue. I also had no idea how much things would change over the next few months. After my toes were painted a dried, she said she had something that would be a perfect accompaniment to my toes. She told me to closed my eyes as she walked away. When Brook returned, she untied me, removed the plug and slid something over my feet and then up my legs. I felt like it was a pair of underwear. She had me raise my hips off the chair and she slid them fully on. I opened my eyes and looked down to see I was wearing a pink pair if women’s panties that matched my pink toes. This is the first time she has feminized me and I did not think she would be into doing that. Suddenly I had some very mixed feelings. I felt silly and embarrassed yet at the same time it was made me horny and naughty. Brook asked me to walk across the room to a pole and dance for her. Now I felt really silly but I placed my hand on my hip, placed my left foot directly in front my right foot and walked crossing each foot over the other like that down to the pole. Then I started to some of the dances she had taught me. I looked at Brook and could see how happy this made her which made me want to give her a real good show. After a few minutes she applauded and threw a dollar at my feet. I slid down doing a split which was easy after all of the yoga a dancing classes and picked up the dollar. Brook then clapped her hands and then she handed me my jeans. She told me we were going away on a trip right now and to get dressed. When I started to look suprised and started to speak, she placed her index finger on my lips and giving the “Shhh” sound. Her finger stayed on my lips, leaned forward and she said whispered in my ear, “You picked the right color and I have a big suprised for you. Keep the panties on and finish putting your clothes on so we can go. We are going on an adventure and you are going to cum harder than you have ever before.” I tried to find out where we were going and what was going on but she just smiled and said it would ruin the surprise. As I was getting dressed Brook left the room for about ten minutes. While she was gone I got dressed and walked over to a full length mirror and looked at myself trying to see if I had panty lines showing. As far as I could tell, nobody would have a clue I was wearing panties and pink toes to match. Brook returned, kissed my very passionately and then walked me out to her car. I was wondering where we were going on and then I realized we were pulling up to the airport. She pulled into long term parking and I asked what was going on. “You will see so trust me. I have taken care of everything. You are about to be pampered like never before and take our relationship and sexual fantasies to a whole new level.”

I started to get worried that since she had just painted my toes, made me wear panties and then go out in public, she might completely feminize me. Then I thought if she did, it would be in a hotel room in private. She would never do anything to hurt or embarrass me.

She got out of the car and went to the trunk pulling out 2 medium size rolling suitcases. She handed me one handle and told me to follow her. I kept asking questions and finally she stopped in her tracks, started straight into my eyes and sternly said, “I love you and want to give you this adventure more than anything. I have gone way out of my way to plan this so if you care anything about me, you will quit with the questions and just enjoy the trip.” She had never talked to me like that. It made me feel small the way she spoke to me but also made me feel bad I was ruining her plans. As she continued to walk I lowered my head and followed her.

As I started to catch up to Brook, she stopped walked and turned to me. “I’m sorry about how I talked to you but I have put a lot of thought and time into making the best and wildest few days of your life. You should know by now, I know what you truly want and I plan to give you an experience you will never forget. I love you and I will never let you get hurt. You have to trust me and you will end up doing some things you might think you don’t want to do at first but if you trust me and do what I say, you will find you will love it. Will you promise me you will do what I say no questions asked?”

I looked her and said, “I have to admit this all scares me but I do love and trust you with all of my heart so yes, I promise.” I still had no idea how wrong I was when thought I knew how far she might take this.

Brook smiled and said, “Thanks, you won’t regret it. Now stay here while I check our bags.” As she walks away I wonder what she has planned but I figure she is just gonna take me to a new place and have crazy sex in a hotel room. What I don’t know is where and for how long. She comes back and said, “I will hold

The tickets and we are about to fly first class to San Francisco. I told you that you were gonna be pampered baby so let’s go to the through security so we can go to the lounge and have ourselves a drink.”

I followed her to the security line and suddenly got real nervous. I have never been on a plane and had heard but completely forgot they make people

removed their shoes going through security. I see the security officer picking people at random and I turn to Brook and asked, “What if they pick me? Everyone will see my painted toes.”

Nonchalantly she said, “Everyone is not here and who cares if they see your toes, you don’t know them and you will never see these people again of god sake.”

Even though she is right, I become real self conscious and pray as I walk through the line I don’t get picked. When I don’t get picked and just walk through, I am completely relieved. We walk down the hall see lounge. We walk in and she has obviously done this before. She tells me to grab us a couple of seats and she goes to the unmanned bar and pours us each a whiskey. I’m in awe watching how comfortable she is at all of this. Like I said before, I have never been on a plane much less traveling first class. As she handed me the drink I told her how I could get use to this. She smiled, clinked our glasses together and took a big drink. I sipped mine and she just looked at me and told me to quit acting like a girl and drink up. I’m not sure how to take that but I follow suits and gulp down the rest.

Brook leaned into me and asked, “Now, how did it make you feel when you thought people would see your pinky toes?”

“Terrified.” I replied.

“But you got through it didn’t you. You did not let the fear hold you back. I find that would help bring you out of your shell which I find real sexy. Almost as sexy as your toes and matching panties.” Brook let out a big laugh and a wicked smile. ” I’ll get us another drink.”

I started to think I’m over my head here but after my second drink I started to loosen up. We heard the call for our flight and she led me out of the lounge and past all of the people who have booked a coach seat on the plane. We sat in the comfortable seats and relaxed as the rest of the plane filled up. I was relaxed from the drinks and enjoyed being there when we got the pre flight instructions. They mentioned that we were flying to Atlanta and advised us how long it should take. I asked if we got on the wrong flight and she replied, “I didn’t book a direct flight and we switch flights in Atlanta but don’t worry, we are flying first class the whole way.”

The flight and landing went real smooth. We exited the plane and walked into the main portion of the airport. We walked around for a while and I kept picking at my ass trying to adjust my panties. Brook laughed and said, “That’s not very lady like so go into the rest room and adjust yourself. I found a stall and even though I’m in a stall, I got nervous that someone might see throughout the small crack by the stall door as I undid my pants. A humiliating feel came over me and I quickly adjusted my panties and pulled my pants back up as quickly as possible. Feeling relieved no one saw, I walked back to Brook who was waiting outside. As we headed to the next terminal to catch our connecting flight, I realize we now have to go through another check point. My heart started to speed up again once again hoped I would not get picked to take off my shoes. This time I did get picked. I started to freeze but Brook grabbed my hand and said, “Who gives a fuck what they think. Show your toes and be proud.” then she lead me towards the security guard.

What she said did not take away the fear and humiliation but gave me enough courage to remove my shoes and socks and walk through. I heard gasps and snickers and I walked through security. As I passed through I felt completely humiliated. Brook kissed me and told me she is proud of me and advised me that even though my face looked upset, the bulge in my pants said otherwise. I suddenly realized that getting humiliated turns me on and as I thought back to when I adjusted in the bathroom, I was hard then too. I just did it so fast I didn’t realize at the time. My mind struggled with the new realization that it turns me on to be humiliated. As we walked to the next lounge I figured out that Brook is right. She knows more about what I want than I know. I can’t believe a few hours ago I was getting one of the best hand jobs I had even gotten and now I’m wearing pinky panties and just took my shoes off so a bunch of strangers got to laugh at my pinky toes nails. Now I thought that my perception about her feminizing me privately in a room might be an under estimation.

I looked at Brook trying to figure all of this out in my head. She looked back at me and could see I was angry and confused. Sweetly she said, “Look, it was about a one in five chance you would have to take off your shoes. Like I said before, you don’t know them and they don’t know you. Your confused because you feel I did this to you even though I have told you that I would never hurt you. Well at the same time you got angry, your dick got hard as a rock. You were teased and humiliated all your life but this is very different. You are being humiliated by someone who loves you and in a sexual way. You love it when I give you pain but would hate it if someone just came up and punched you. What you have to realize is I know what you don’t. I know what you truly want but if I didn’t force you to do it, you would be too afraid to see it for yourself. Like I said earlier. Trust me and do anything and everything I say.” That is when she leaned across the table and once again passionately kissed me. Once again I melted and started to feel bad I was even mad at her.

From that moment we started to hold hands and I started to relax again. We got on our next flight and from all of the drinks and emotional ups and downs, I dosed off. I was woken up by Brook with a soft kiss and I was still buzzed from the earlier drinks. We got off the plane and got our luggage. As we were walking out of the airport we were met by Linda, a close friend of Brooks that I had never met. She was almost as hot Brook. She had long blonde hair, a tight body and huge boobs. She smiled, shook my hand but then grabbed Brook and hugged her. They started to walk out talking and I just followed. We walked up to a stretch limo and the driver took our bags and placed them in the truck. Linda and Brook climbed in first and sat on the back bench seat. I climbed in and sat on one of the side bench seats. Linda handed each if us a shooter and made a toast. “To old friends, new friends, and to new experiences. What a wild ride it will be.” We clinked glasses, slammed our drinks and then they both laughed. As I wondered what the toast meant, Brook whispered something into Linda’s ear and they both laughed. Thats when Linda smiled at me and said, “Okay, let me see em.”

Feeling defensive I looked at Brook and asked why she said anything. She gave me a stern look and reminded me I that agreed to do was to do what ever she said. I could tell she was getting pissed so I tried to play it off by telling her she has not told me to do anything. She looked at me a said, “I will not stand for you to making me look bad in front of any of my friends. You will do anything I say and anything Linda says. She is like a sister to me and by not doing what she says is an insult to her and to me.” She then turned to Linda and said, “He is all yours.”

Our life was really nice.

We met as childhood sweethearts, married in our early twenties, had two great kids who were now almost independent, and money was fine. I ran my own real estate business and my husband, Steve, had a great job doing what he loved, working in football. He travelled a lot during the season, and this year, as the kids had both basically moved out, I found myself feeling slightly lonely for the first time in my life.

As my daughter and her boyfriend left after having dinner with me, I relaxed on the couch but could not find anything interesting to watch.

I looked around the room, and realised that I was in fact, bored!

I spent the next hour or so doing some mindless housework, and then, deciding to take advantage of the peace and quiet, I switched on my pc and started to check emails from work. As I sat there working away, an email popped into my mailbox. It was from John, my husband’s best friend. I normally wouldn’t have even thought of looking at it, as it was meant for Steve, my husband, but the subject of this particular email intrigued me. It said, “Hot XXX”.

My mind was a confusing mix of thoughts. I knew it was from one mate to another, and that I probably shouldn’t open it, but with Steve interstate till the following Monday, six days away, I decided to open it and see what my husband’s best mate was sharing with him.

When I opened the email there was a comment from John.

“Mate, I know your Mrs is not into this stuff, but check it out and see if you don’t get a hard-on watching this chick fuck. I’ve stroked out three orgasms already imagining it was you and me banging this babe! Enjoy……and remember, it’s your turn for our next highlight!”

There was a blue link under the message and it was titled: Mandy serves dinner and more.

I digested the message first. What did he mean by the part about me not being into this stuff? Did Steve want me to do something weird? What on earth did he mean, “…imagining it was you and me banging this babe?” Had my husband and his best mate done something I should know about?

Anyway, curiosity got the better of me and I clicked on the link. It popped up a porn site called Redtube, which I had never seen or heard of before, and on the screen was a big “play” icon. The title of the clip was as stated, “Mandy serves dinner and more.”

I sat back as the movie started playing, and my eyes almost popped out of my head as the movie played. Ten minutes later, I discovered my fingers buried between my thighs as I sat at my computer desk, the woman on screen completely naked apart from some amazing high heels, a monstrous penis pushing into her pussy from behind.

I had never, ever seen anything like this movie, and I was shocked. My mind raced about why the boys had shared with each other such a thing. Why were they imagining it was them having sex with this woman? Had they actually done anything like this without me knowing?

As the movie continued, I found my hands getting very hot as they stayed squashed between my thighs. The woman, Mandy, was now on her knees sucking both the large, and I mean LARGE, cocks between her lips, trying to jam them both in her mouth at once. Then, in a scene that I assume was fake, she lay one man down, and climbed on top of him, pushing his huge penis inside her, before the second man moved in behind her, and then, as she kept yelling, “OOoh yes, that’s it, fuck my tight arse,” I suspect he actually pretended to fuck her in the arse. It looked amazingly real, but I know things can be faked very well these days.

The movie ended when the two men suddenly pulled their very large penises from their positions, lay the woman down, and then came all over her face. Yes, I said her face! They actually sprayed her face with cum at the same time, and Mandy amazingly tried to actually lick and swallow some of their white gooey cum.

I quickly switched off my computer, feeling very flustered, and went to the shower. Once under the water, my hands drifted to my breasts, and I found them swollen, my nipples tingling.

I had no idea why such a disgusting scene had affected me this way, and as I drifted off to sleep that night, my mind was a mess of confusion.

The next day was Wednesday and I had no appointments apart from a meeting just before lunch. I decided to go out for lunch and as I sat at the cafe eating my chicken and avocado sandwich, my iphone beeped indicating a text message.

It was John, my husband’s best friend who had sent the movie to Steve.

The message read, “Christine and I wondered if you’d like to have dinner tonight? John said it might be nice to take you out. You free about 7.00? If so, we’ll pick you up. Ok?”

Nothing about the movie.

I have to admit I was feeling a little lonely, so I thought it would be great to catch up with them, even with Steve out of town, so I texted back that I would love to have dinner with them.

A minute later came John’s reply.

“Great. We’ll pick you up at 7.00pm. Our treat.”

I left the office early that afternoon and headed home to get ready. The problem was, that damn movie was still playing on my mind. I wondered if Christine had ever seen it? Or, even worse, had John ever let her do anything like that girl had done in the film? Then, remembering the comments attached to the link about the two men wanting to do it I was again totally confused. I switched the clip on once more, and watched in pure amazement at the woman and the two men fucking. This time though, I tried to figure out if it was actually real or fake. I could not see how it might have been faked, but surely women weren’t able to take two penises inside them at the same time like that?

I showered and dressed, and found myself ready about thirty minutes early. I was wearing a pair of jeans, and a nice new pink angora sweater that was rather tight. I had a pair of heels on that Steve loved, but that I always thought were a little high. I put my blonde wavy hair up in a bun and added just a touch of pink lipstick.

I sat on the couch for a few minutes to wait for Christine and John to arrive, but then found myself walking back to the computer. I clicked on the movie link again, and this time I had a reason. I had decided to find out more about the sex that was depicted in the movie.

On the right hand side of the screen were some other clips that I was able to click on. The first one showed a woman with two men but this time they only put their penises in her pussy and mouth, and then ejaculated all over her breasts as she played with them. I smiled, thinking that the Mandy movie was indeed faked, and sat back relaxing a little as I opened another clip.

My eyes almost exploded from my head!

This clip, way, way more raunchy than the Mandy clip, astonished me.

The girls in this clip was called Belladonna, and she had some tattoos. However, it wasn’t her tattoos that shocked me. It was what she did in the movie that stunned me and left me speechless. I swear with all my heart that in this clip, Belladonna had sex with four men at the same time. I have no idea how she did it, but it was clear that two men had their penises inside her vagina at the same time, before a third man pushed his own penis into her arse, and I have no doubt this was real, as she actually screamed as the head of the penis pushed inside her before the fourth man roughly forced his penis into her mouth. The four men had sex with her until she was covered in sweat and squealing in what I can only assume was pain. Just as she started to have what I assume was an orgasm on the three penises, almost biting off the one in her mouth, the doorbell rang!

I was totally flustered.

I hurriedly switched off the computer, and answered the door. It was John.

I must have looked unsettled, because instead of his usual smiling greeting, he looked concerned, and said, “Hi, Dee. Everything…um……you ok?”

“Yes, yes,” I said, not knowing where to look.

“Come in. Just let me grab my purse and keys.”

Dinner was lovely and we had a lovely time chatting and eating as old friends do. Just after dessert Christine excused herself to go to the bathroom.

“So, Dee. What was going on when I picked you up? You looked like I caught you in the middle of something.”

I didn’t know what to say, but my mind wanted me to find out more about why he had sent the movie to Steve.

Worried that Christine might come back and hear us talking, I whispered quickly.

“I happened to find that movie link you sent Steve in an email yesterday. Where did you find such a thing? How do you know Steve would want to see that?”

He sat back, obviously a little shocked that I had found it in the email.

“Ooh, my god. I’m so sorry. You weren’t meant to see that! It’s just some fun that Steve and I share….you know, blokey stuff. I’m embarrassed now! Sorry you had to see that.”

Just then Christine returned and we dropped the conversation. The evening ended well and as they dropped me off home, John got out to escort me to the door.

Kissing me on the cheek he whispered in my ear, “I’ll ring you tomorrow and explain everything, ok?”

That night I could not resist switching the computer back on and looking at more of the movie clips. I watched all sorts of filthy, nasty sex scenes, and I think by the time I fell asleep in bed at about one o’clock, my mind was shocked by the things I had seen. I awoke at about four a.m., my fingers of my right hand buried in my pussy, and I wondered how and why they were there. I didn’t really get back to sleep and when I arrived at work, I knew I had to get through the day without thinking of the sex that I had uncovered in the last twenty-four hours or so.

It was Thursday night and I was exhausted when I got home. I showered and had some dinner before falling asleep on the couch with the TV on.

I awoke with a jolt as there was someone at the door. Wearing only my dressing gown, I stood up, tightened the belt and went to see who it was.

It was John.

I invited him in and we had a coffee and chatted about the email, the movie clips, and why they shared things like that. John explained that he and Christine had been interested in kinky movies for a long time, but that Steve had recently been asking about porn and so John and Christine had shared some of their favourite sites and movies with him, without me knowing.

I was hurt and confused.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me? Why does he need this stuff? Is something wrong with me? Don’t I give him enough sex?”

I started to cry, more out of confusion and hurt at not being told about all this earlier by my husband or best friends than anything else.

John spoke for a long time.

He explained that he and Christine had watched pron for a couple of years, and they found it enhanced their marriage. He told me Christine had never had sex with any other men, but that she fantasized about what they saw in the movies, and that she had a few sex toys that she liked to use to pretend other men were fucking her when they had sex.

I was shocked.

He went on to say that Steve had asked him about some of the sex and porn when they had been drunk one night, and that the email was the first movie he had sent Steve.

I assumed from that comment that Steve had not actually seen any of the porn then, because I had answered them email and he was interstate still.

John finished by explaining that he was very sorry I had been exposed to all this, and that he hoped it wouldn’t come between our friendship, as that was very important to Christine and he.

I assured him it wouldn’t and we kissed and hugged and he left, before I went to the computer and opened the movie site again, my mind full of different thoughts.

That night I slept well, but I had a wild dream that was very vivid. In it, I was in bed with two men, and I ended up doing lots of nasty things that I had seen on the computer the night before and again this night. I actually fingered myself to orgasm in the middle of the night when I woke up covered in sweat, the images of large “cocks” implanted in my brain.

It was Friday morning and Steve was due back on Monday night.

At work that day I was sitting in my office when my mobile phone beeped. It was a text message from Christine.

“Dee. John told me you found his message for John with the movie link. Soo sorry! I hope you don’t think anything wicked. Free for lunch?”

I was, so I texted back, and we met at the ‘Shepherd’s Pie’ a lovely little bakery near my agency office. Christine worked two blocks away and so we often lunched together.

During lunch we had a fascinating conversation where I learned a lot, no, a LOT more about my best friend and her husband. She was much more willing to share the specific details of their porn habits with me, and by the time we finished lunch, I was flabbergasted! Not only did I learn that they watched porn, but Christine also told me she had once had a threesome with two strangers while John sat back and watched, playing with his “cock” as she described it while the two men made her have orgasm wilder than anything she had ever imagined.

Back in the office that afternoon, I was unable to concentrate at all, and I ended up leaving early and heading home. On the way home though, I pulled into a shop that Christine had told me about. It was called ‘Sexyland’ and was a massive sex toy, movie and lingerie and kinky clothing store. I was terrified walking in alone, but when I entered, it was really bright and open, and the girl behind the counter greeted me like an old friend, so I relaxed a little and felt a bit calmer as I began to look around.

I was wearing my usual office attire, black pencil skirt, heels and a white satin blouse. Underneath was my standard skin coloured bra, and my hair was once again up in my trademark bun, with some small hoop earrings. As I walked to the closest section, I was taken aback by the footwear that was on display. Boots that must have gone up to a woman’s pussy, heels that seems seven inches high, and platform sandals with incredibly spikey heels were everywhere. Every colour, style and size were available. I wondered what Steve would think if he were with me. Would he want me to buy anything? Would he be shocked? Would be encourage me to be a devil?

The next section was toys, and my god I was stunned. There were vibrators, dildoes, funny looking cone shaped things that I didn’t understand at all. I spent almost thirty minutes in that section alone before moving on to the video section, where DVD’s showed every imaginable act being performed. My nipples started to throb in the DVD section as I read some covers and looked at the amazingly graphic images on the front and back of the cases. Finally I went to the kinky clothing section and found myself wondering what my body might look like in several of the sexiest outfits.

By the time I was ready to leave, I was incredibly confused by my feelings. My body was on fire and my head was spinning.

Back home, I showered and freshened up, then jumped on the computer and explored the Redtube site some more. Before I knew it, it was two a.m. and I was totally horny from watching kinky movies of men and women doing things I had never even imagined. I went to bed and fingered myself to an amazing orgasm imagining three men were filling me with their dicks, before splashing that gooey cum all over me.

It was mind-blowing and the next thing I knew my mobile was beeping and the sun was up!

Picking up my phone, there was a text from John.

“So, sexy. Chris tells me you know what a kinky couple we are! Only joking. What u up to today or tonight?”

I texted him back.

“I am in shock. You’re deviates. I’m relaxing. Why?”

“Wondered if you want to come to a party with us? Sexy but fun. No pressure.”

That message set me back a moment. Party? Sexy? Pressure? What was he on about?

I dialled Christine’s number, hoping she would clear it up for me.

No answer.

Reluctantly I dialled John’s number, and when he answered, my nipples pulsed as I asked him what he meant about the party.

John spent a good ten minutes telling me how it was a sexy fancy dress party, where people just danced and had a good time in erotic costumes. He promised me it was nothing more than that, and that Christine had been a couple of times before and really enjoyed herself.

I decided to see for myself, and agreed to go with them. John said I had to wear something sexy or erotic, and he would pick me up at eight.

Hanging up the phone, I wondered what the party would be like. Then, I wondered what on earth I would wear! Steve had always said my jeans were sexy, but I knew this was a whole different ball game based on what John had told me.

I decided to head back to Sexyland and this time do more than window shopping.

The day flew by as I shopped till I dropped.

When I got back home, I emptied my parcels all over the bed and sorted through them. I wondered what Steve would think if he walked in that moment, with well over $1500 of assorted sex toys, lingerie, shoes and DVD’s sprawled out on our bed. His tame, shy wife had splurged and bought herself her first vibrator, a dildo, a jelly dong that had a suction cup on the bottom, which apparently sticks to the table or chair so you can ride it! I also bought a pair of spiked heeled sandals and some thigh-high boots, and a leather outfit that was stunning. It had a tiny, and I mean T-I-N-Y leather skirt, suspenders, stockings, a leather bustier and elbow-length gloves. There was a matching g-string panty made from satin.

The most interesting to me though was the DVD I had bought which featured a series of movies where the husband watched the wife being fucked by one or more men with incredibly large penises. I still struggled with the word, “cock” as described in so many of the movies I had looked at in the shop today.

I spent the remainder of the afternoon watching the DVD and by the time the doorbell rang and John greeted me with a kiss, I was totally aroused but ridiculously nervous and a little scared.

I had worn a black coat over my outfit for warmth, and kissed Christine on the cheek when in the car.

“I’m soooooo glad you’re coming!” she said. “John told me you were coming and I thought he was joking. You’ll have a great time, and trust me, you won’t be lonely, THAT’S for sure!”

A short time later we arrived, and I was surprised to see it was a large house. I guess I was expecting a club or something, but we entered and once inside we took off our coats. John wolf-whistled when I disrobed, and a guy behind me rubbed my bum and smiled at me, which made me jump.

I needed a drink for sure, and so we headed to the bar which was set in this really large room with a billiard table at one end. I stuck really close to Christine and John until we found some bar stools and John went to get the drinks. I took a moment to look around and counted about twenty people in all.

“So, what did he tell you, Dee?” asked Christine.

“He said it was just a fun party where we dance and have a good time, but dressed sexy.”

She laughed, which made me a little more nervous if that was possible.

“Well, he’s right in one sense. We do dance, and we DO have a great time. Just remember, don’t do anything you don’t WANT to do, and say ‘NO’ if you ever need to. That’s a house rule here to keep everyone safe and happy.”

I wondered what she was on about to be honest, but as I looked around and saw the crowd building with amazing looking people wearing all sorts of kinky outfits, I also started to get a little apprehensive.

“So, what have you done in the past and where DID you get that incredible outfit?” I asked Chris.

She was wearing a pink tube dress that was amazingly tight and was strapless, showing off her incredible boobs.

“Well, let’s just say that I’m not quite as innocent as you think I am. I go with the flow, if you know what I mean.”

I had no idea what she meant, but John arrived back with two champagnes and a beer, and the music suddenly lifted to a level that made basic conversation difficult.

When we finished our drinks, Chris took me by the hand and lead me out for a dance, whilst John went to get another round. We were dancing together and trying to talk over the music, when a young man came between us and asked me to dance.

I was a little flustered as I had not danced with another man in years!

“Go on, he won’t bite!” said Christine.

“That’s true” said the guy, “Unless you want me to of course!”

I laughed nervously as he took me by the hand and lead me away a few metres before we started moving to the beat together. He was a good mover, and I enjoyed being a few inches taller than him in my thigh high boots too! Steve is a lot taller than me, so it felt nice to be so tall for a change.

After a couple of songs, I starting to relax when John came over and passed me another champagne.

“We’ll be back near the bar. You o.k. here for a while?” he asked politely.

I was pleased my husband’s best mate was looking after me so well.

“I’m fine. Thanks!” I said, before switching my attention back to the young guy I was dancing with.

I lost track of time a little, until my guy asked me if I wanted another drink. I accepted his offer and he took me by the hand. I jumped a little when he did that, but then figured it was innocent enough as we walked back towards the bar area.

As I was standing behind him as he ordered our drinks, another man came up behind us and I felt him a little too close for my liking. There were about eight people standing near me, and this guy just stayed there, and I wasn’t certain at first, but it felt like his cock was pushing against my thigh above the top of my boots.

Luckily my dancing partner turned around and passed me a champagne, and we moved away, passed my pressing guest behind me back towards the dance area.

I was a little hot and somewhat flustered and so my drink didn’t last long.

I was starting to get a bit lightheaded from the drinks, and so I suggested we get some fresh air.

We walked out to the large outdoor patio area which had a wonderful view over the hills in the distance. Leaning against the rail to steady myself a bit, I glanced past the guy I was with and noticed a woman was being fondled by two guys, right in front of us! She looked me in the eye, smiled and then leaned left and tongue kissed the guy to her right, ad his hand openly reached under her dress!

I was a little shocked.

“Relax, honey. That happens all the time here. Just go with the flow!”

I smirked as I had heard Christine say those exact words minutes earlier!

Anyway, shortly afterwards another girl came out. She was much younger than me and she asked my guy if he wanted to dance. He raised his eyebrows and looked my way, asking if it was ok for him to leave me.

“I’ll be fine!” I said, “I’m a big girl.”

In truth, as he left, I was totally freaked out, scared and more than a little tipsy. In fact, I found myself really leaning on the railing as I watched the woman and the two guys get pretty serious not more than a few metres away!

As I stood watching, the woman was alternating her lips kissing her two men. They both had their hands under her very short dress by now, and were clearly both fingering her. My mind drifted back to the movie I had watched the days before and I wondered if they were both fingering her pussy or if she were letting them be dirty and play with her behind.

My mind was getting foggy with arousal watching the three get it on, and I found myself glued to the spot, my pussy starting to throb, my nipples hard and poking at the front of my bustier.

Before long the woman dropped to her knees, and I watched transfixed as she pulled their cocks from their small shorts and began to suck them both! It was a very sexy sight, and I felt some droplets of pussy juice start to form in my g-string as I watched the amazing woman suck off the men, who continued to play with her boobs they had pulled from inside her dress.

I watched for a few more minutes until I realised what was going to happen, and I think I panicked a little. The woman stood up, and as one guy got in front of her and sucked on her nipples, her hand rubbing his now very hard cock, the other guy moved behind her, pulled his shorts off and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. The woman was going to let this man fuck her! I knew that she was probably also going to let the other guy fuck her, and suddenly my mind snapped and I wondered what the hell I was doing!

What would Steve think? What would my kids think? Why was I standing there watching, my pussy on fire?

I left and walked quickly inside, hoping to find Christine and John, but they were not in the big room, and as I looked at the people dancing, I decided to try to find them and calm down a little.

Finding a hallway leading off the main room, I decided to see if they had gone down there. A few metres down the hallway was a door which was open. I glanced inside and was shocked to see two men kissing! They were both wearing leather pants with nothing on top, and as I recovered from the initial shock of their erotic display, I enjoyed a moment watching as they explored each other’s muscle bodies with strong hands. They had amazing abs and I was surprised just how my body reacted. I was flustered and found my heart racing as I watched them kiss and rub each other. I found myself somehow wanting to join them and explore their wonderful bodies, but then sensibility took over and I moved on down the hall.

The second room had the door closed, and I pressed my ear against it to see if I could hear Christine or John’s voice.

The only thing I heard were muffled groans and moans, and again my nipples went hard as the sexuality of the noises got to me. I knocked quietly, but received no answer, apart from a small yelp from one of the people inside.

I decided to see what was happening in there, and slowly turned the doorknob until it was open and I peeped inside.

I froze.

There, on the bed, on her hands and knees, with John sitting on the bed having his cock sucked, and another very large man fucking her from behind, was Christine!

My eyes must have almost popped out, and my mouth shot open in a huge gasp as I saw them fucking with this stranger.

John saw me first, and he smiled as Christine managed to keep sucking his cock as the man behind her pushed in and out, rocking her body back and forth with each thrust.

I walked a couple of VERY nervous steps inside. I had been friends with these two for years, but had never seen them have sex. Gosh, I don’t even recall ever seeing John naked! I’d showered at the gym with Chris, but that was it.

As I managed to calm myself enough to take in the detail of what was on display in front of me, I noticed John had a large, no, a HUGE dick.

Christine’s mouth was struggling to get around it, let alone suck it all the way down her throat the way my Steve loved me to do to him. The man behind Christine also smiled at me, and in a show of eroticism, he reached forward and cupped Chris’s boobs in his hands and then jammed his dick into her really, really hard and deep. It made her pop John’s dick from her mouth and I was stunned at just how long it was as well as how fat it was. I had never seen a bigger dick in real life, and my pussy immediately twitched.

Christine looked in my direction and she had a look of shock on her face too. I’m not sure if it was from the guy fucking her so hard, or the fact that I was standing there watching her being fucked by two men!

“Hi, Dee. Enjoying the party? I sure am! Why don’t you come and join us? There’s plenty of man to go around!”

Her face was wickedly sexy and I was shocked at how slutty my husband’s best friend’s wife was behaving, but when I saw the size of her husband’s dick again, I almost was tempted to take her up on her offer!

However, Steve’s face flashed before my eyes and I knew I should get out of there and leave them to party without me. I ducked backwards without saying a word, and then closed the door, leaning against the wall for a moment to catch my breath and regain my senses. As I stood there, my heart racing, I heard a loud “smack” and then a squeal as I presume they got back into the rhythm of fucking all together once more.

I waited a few more moments until my brain was clear and I decided suddenly that I needed to go to the toilet. My head was spinning from what I had just seen, but my bladder was also needing some attention. I quickly found the bathroom, and then, locking the door, pulled down my skirt and g-string, and sat down to relieve myself.

A few minutes later, all freshened up and having washed myself clean, surprised by just how wet I was, I dried my face and hands and unlocked the door.

Just as I opened it to leave, the two men I had spotted kissing earlier pushed inside the bathroom and almost bowled me over!

I squeezed past them, their amazing hard bodies rubbing against my nipples, and the electric charge that pulsed through me was stunning. My pussy throbbed again as my nipples shot to hardness before I had the chance to even get out the door.

My mind was full of madness. What was happening to me? Why was I here at this orgy? What would Steve think?

I turned right down the hallway, not wanting to go past the room where Christine was being screwed by John and the other man, and found another door at the end of the hallway. Nervously, I decided to peek inside, and as it was open, I could see everything in the room clearly.

I froze once more, but this time my legs propelled me forward into the room, even though my mind was saying stop.

Against the wall on one side of this room a woman wearing a tiny little dress and high heels was pinned between three men. The men were fondling her breasts openly. They were kissing her, fingering her, and I thought for a moment they were raping her. But then, just as my pussy pulsed and my nipples ached once more that evening, I realised she was LETTING them ravage her. She was WANTING this wanton sex attack.

Suddenly one man ripped her dress completely from her body, and her large breasts shook with the force of the dress being torn off, and she yelped a little as the other two men pinned her and roughly squeezed and bit her nipples.

I was frozen.

The men either side of her pulled her legs apart and began to finger pussy. I watched amazed as two sets of fingers disappeared inside her pussy and then pumped in and out repeatedly until she was totally soaking wet down there and moaning as if she was about to cum. The third man was kissing her, his tongue clearly visible flickering in and out of her mouth as he roughly pashed her and explored her breasts as the two others continued to finger fuck her relentlessly.

As I stood transfixed, my hand dropped to my skirt and subconsciously lifted the front, pulling aside my g-string until my fingers found my clit. It was swollen, and I rubbed it until the wetness from my pussy smothered my fingers as the three men continued their assault on the woman who was obviously enjoying being the centre of attention of these three hunks.

The guy in the middle stopped kissing her long enough to turn and watch me a moment, as his two mates continued to finger fuck the woman. Looking me in the eye, he reached for the woman’s right breast and gave it a firm squeeze, causing her to moan loudly at the touch.

I flicked my clit harder, feeling the heat rising in my pussy as I watched the show. Without warning, the man in the middle let go of her breast, and as the two man fingering her removed their juice covered fingers, one turned her around side-on and lifted her leg to gain access to her pussy. My fingers flickered even faster, my clitoris throbbing now as I watched the guy now behind her push his cock into her pussy, as the other man forced her head down to suck on his extremely hard cock at the same time.

The third man was by my side now, and I shivered as his hand touched my shoulder, the heat of his fingers causing me to gasp as I watched the woman being fucked with long, deep strokes as she tried her best to suck the cock in her mouth. I adored watching her boobs shake and bounce with each thrust of the cock in her pussy, and as the man next to me watched me watching the other three fuck, he suddenly made a move that shocked me and excited me completely at the same time.

Without warning he grabbed the top of my bustier and jerked it down, flipping my boobs free with such force that the nipples flicked over the edge of the leather material, making me gasp once more as the swollen nipples poked outwards inviting touch from the stranger.

But he was not finished yet.

Reaching roughly under my short, tight, black miniskirt where my fingers were playing with my clit, he found my g-string panties, and in one go, ripped the completely from my body.

I was unable to move as his hands found my boobs, my eyes fixed on the fucking in front of us, his hands squeezing and fondling my boobs with force. Suddenly his mouth was on my right breast, and as I felt his teeth start to nibble at my nipple, his fingers forced their way into my soaking wet vagina.

Steve and I met in high school, and no other man and touched me this way since our youth. I was shocked, not only at the way this man was fingering me and sucking my tits having never met me before, but at how my pussy was ridiculously damp, and my legs were parting almost automatically, allowing the stranger to push his fingers further into my pussy as I grabbed his head and jammed my boobs further into his mouth.

Across the room the woman was really being fucked now, and I was completely turned on by what was happening to her, and to me.

My legs were about a foot apart now, and the fingers inside me were making me hotter than I had been in months. The mouth on my nipples was gorgeous, rough, sloppy but magnificent, and when he dropped to his knees and started flicking my clit with his very talented tongue, I knew I was going to climax very quickly.

And so it was, as the woman across the room pushed back and jammed the cock in her pussy deeper in her pussy, I came on the face of a man I had never met. A man who was treating me like a slut, licking my cunt in public in full view of the three lovers in the room with us.

I came, and came, and came, until my legs actually gave way and I dropped to the floor on top of my licking lover, his tongue refusing to be dislodged from my cunt until I rolled off him, the shaking and quivering of my wild orgasm finally ceasing.

There was a rug in the middle of the floor, and as I started to come down from my orgasmic high, I rolled onto the rug and looked up to see what the three lovers were up to. I was astonished because the woman was now on her knees, only two or three metres away, and both men were pointing their cocks at her mouth, stroking them furiously, and she was lapping her tongue at their shafts, begging them to cum in her mouth!

A week ago I had never really watched porno movies. Now, here I was, on my back, having just been licked to orgasm by a complete stranger after he had ripped off my panties and bustier, watching a woman being fed cum by two strangers.

It was intense.

Suddenly the first guy started to spurt cum from his cock held tightly in his fist, and as he pumped the white goo from his cock, she lapped it up and actually swallowed it! Before she had finished gulping down his large load, the second guy spurted onto her chin, tongue and cheeks, and she used his cock like a spoon to scoop all the cum into a pool on her tongue, before making sure she swallowed all his load down too, finally poking out her tongue to show she had been a good girl and swallowed the lot.

My hands were pinching and pulling my own nipples as I watched this amazingly erotic, disgusting scene unfold before me.

The sudden realisation of what I was involved in hit me, and I got up, gathered myself together and left the room, much to the annoyance of the man who had just made me cum. I’m sure he expected a fuck, or at least a return orgasm from me, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Steve, and how I had kind of cheated on him just now. I walked quickly from the room and headed back down the hallway to the main room.

When I got to the bar and ordered myself a drink, I realised John and Christine were probably still in the room back down the hall, where I had seen John’s large cock and Chris being fucked by the stranger.

“Thank goodness I didn’t let that guy fuck me,” was all I could think.

As my drink arrived I sipped from it and headed back towards the hallway. I had decided it was time for me to go home and resume my ‘normal’ life, and wanted to let John and Christine know that I would catch a cab, presuming they were still having a wild time.

I found the room where I had seen them before, but this time only Chris was there. John was nowhere to be seen. Christine, meanwhile, was being royally fucked by a different guy than I had seen fucking her earlier, and instead of sucking John’s large cock like before, her head was now buried between the thighs of a wonderfully dark skinned asian woman, who was leaning back moaning in pleasure as Chris licked her pussy!

I was learning more about my husband’s best friend’s wife all the time at this party!

I was also learning that my own sexuality was a mess.

Once again I started to feel arousal, and my nipples started to pulse as I watched Chris being fucked really hard as she licked the woman’s clit at the same time. My pussy itched and throbbed once more, even though I had orgasmed only a few minutes ago thanks to Mr Stranger.

I was a confused bundle of nervous energy, and I once again found myself unconsciously entering the room to watch my friend being fucked and giving oral sex at the same time.

As I sipped my drink I realised that the scene before me was totally turning me on. Was I wishing it was me? Should I join in and go crazy? What would Steve think? Was I sick?

Before I had a chance to answer my own questions, a hand reached under my skirt from behind and squeezed my ass.

“Fuck I love watching her being fucked!”

It was John, and his hand felt amazingly hot as he pushed lower and reached under me to find my pussy, still wet, and my lips slightly open from my orgasm.

My mind said to stop him.

My legs parted.

My instinct told me to run.

My nipples told me to turn my head and kiss him.

I turned my head and kissed him, a deep, tongue-locking kiss that made our hands reach up and go crazy exploring each other.

My left hand reached low. I was on a mission.

I had to feel that large cock. I wanted to squeeze it, feel it, taste it, fuck it.

My mind said NO!

My hand and pussy overruled, and within seconds I was fondling the biggest cock I had ever felt or seen, as John continued to tongue kiss me, his fingers now pumping up and down in my vagina, my legs wide apart as we both watched his wife sucking a pussy while being fucked on all fours.

I knew I was about to cheat on my husband with his best mate, but at that moment, after spending such a week, and ending up being licked to orgasm by a complete stranger in a room watching a woman being double fucked, I didn’t care.

For the first time in my life my carnal instinct took over.

As I glanced away long enough to see the guy behind Christine pull his cock out and swap places with the guy fucking her face, I positioned John’s wonderful cock in place of his skilful fingers, at the opening of my sopping wet vagina.

Around about 3 weeks ago, Sid had managed to acquire his very own maid; however, ‘she’ was not your normal run of the mill domestic worker. Oh no, Fifi liked to dress as a maid to fulfill her submissive cravings and the most notable difference was the fact that she had a penis. When working as a maid, she didn’t call it that, tucked away in her silky panties it was her ‘clitty’

She remembered her first meeting with Master Sid which explained her terrible frustration. You see, he’d informed her that if she was going to serve him, he didn’t want her distracted by her clitty rubbing inside those soft panties. Master Sid had explained the only way to combat this was to be put into chastity.

The first two weeks after having the small plastic tube locked around her clitty had been bearable and she had been an attentive and good working girl. By the end of week 3 things were very different. Unable to satisfy her sexual urges, her level of horniness had increased exponentially and now she was hardly able to do anything without thinking of getting her clitty out and gloriously rubbing it until she came.

And that made things worse! Every time she thought about it, she felt a familiar expansion of her organ, the longing, the need until it met with it’s cruel prison which stopped the process continuing and left her leaking her precummies but unable to reach full hardness.

Every act seemed to be a cause of extreme mental anguish. Take dressing for Master Sid today as an example. Having bathed and showered, she had dreaded getting attired properly for work. Normally, wearing all of those soft, feminine, sexy clothes would have been the highlight of any day, but today she knew what the act of putting them on was going to do to her.

As always she started with her black waspie, wrapping it around her waist, doing up the buttons, feeling it beginning to hug her waist the way she loved, cinching her in, providing those lovely curves and the suspender straps tickling her thighs.

This of course started the process, the frustrating need with no sign of release! Next was the thing she dreaded the most, Master Sid insisted on her wearing the most gorgeous fully fashioned silk stockings. Oh the way they rustled and caressed, the beautifully straight lines up the back of her legs and the pure erotic sensations she’d have to endure as she slid them up. And that was just the start, the whole day they’d be reminding her of how much she loved them as they rubbed together or slipped as she turned or bent over or stretched to reach something. Looking at the clock and knowing Master Sid punished a lack of punctuality; her hands shook as she balled up one of the stockings and started to slide it up her leg.

“Shit that feels nice, the way it flows and strokes my soft skin, it’s so good,” she thought as her clit crushed itself within the confines of its cage. She wanted to just yank the stocking up and be done with it, but her master was wise to that little trick and had ordered that she always slide them on sensually. She felt it reach her thigh, let out a little whimper and leaked some precum into the tube. Finally clipping it into her suspender strap, she adjusted the back one so that the line of her seam was perfectly straight and the clip joined at the exact point of the seam. At little shudder ran down her spine as she remembered the time when her seam wasn’t straight and the clip wasn’t joined in the right place. Master Sid had been most annoyed and gave her a lesson that meant sitting down had been painful for a number of days afterwards!

Next she rolled the other stocking up her leg. “Why did it have to rustle so? Why did it have to feel so good? Why did it look so damn sexy?” she thought as more precum leaked out and started to drip into a little puddle on the floor Looking down at the pool of glistening liquid, she know what she had to do, her master didn’t like her making a mess, so it had to be cleaned up right away! The strict instructions were that anything that spilled out of a cock or clitty had to be licked up immediately. She dropped to her knees, the stockings shifted, the waspie hugged her tight and she could feel the suspender straps digging into her bare flesh. A soft moan, a flutter of her eyelids and then her clitty expanding against that damn cage again bring her back to the task at hand.

Lowering her head seeing the pool of liquid shining in front of her, she opened her mouth and began to lick the warm salty fluid from the hard floor, lapping away at it, enjoying the saline taste. In no time at all the floor was nice and clean and the job of preparing herself needed to be continued. Next for the footwear, a pair of lovely black patent stiletto pumps. They were so pleasing to the eye, so nice to slip on and oh so nice to feel her bum and legs being accentuated by those lovely sexy heels she thought as she caught another drip of precum on her finger and slowly sucked it clean.

Now it was time for her to plug her ass pussy, Master Sid always demanded that she presented herself with her special plug in place. For the most part, the plug was pretty much the same as any other. It was made of rubber with a dull pointed top, a widening shaft with a quickly tapered end and a bar to ensure that it would slip into place but not slip inside. The difference was that this one had a special screw attachment built into it where items could be fixed. So far, she’d been given a tail, had thigh restraints fitted and most recently a feather duster attachment. That had been a tough day, having to squat in order to clean the furniture, swinging her buttocks back and forth, feeling the plug moving around inside her, massaging her ‘g-spot’ gland. Yes, she had to lick up a lot of her own precum that day.

Of course, Master Sid didn’t want it to be a simple task of covering the plug with lube and slowly pushing it into her tight hole. Oh no, he had a much better way for her to plug herself. Fifi looked over to the plug on its special stand the other side of the room, screwed into a short pole which kept the plug 2 feet above the level of the floor. She walked over, her heels clicking on the solid flow, the stockings gently rubbing and swishing as she approached the displayed toy. Preparing the plug for insertion meant grabbing the tube of lubricant next to the plug, squeezing out a generous amount of the jelly and working it all over the toy. When it was good and slippery she turned around and started to lower her pussy towards the point. It was her job to squat down and keep going until she was fully impaled. Only then was she allowed to release it from the display pole. Soon the tip pushed against her tight hole rubbing against her entrance. With her legs muscles starting to ache, she shifted her weight around so that it was nicely lined up and ready for insertion. Of course the rubbing of the end over her entrance meant she had to catch more liquid in her hand.

She let gravity do its work, stretching her hole, feeling her ass expand to take the girth, getting so full, so very full until she had to take a rest and prepare herself for the final, thickest part to slip in. She took a few deep breaths, and pushed her weight downward causing the plug to open her up that last little bit and it rushed past her muscle, which closed immediately around it, locking it inside her ass and causing her to arch her neck back and moan out loud. Managing to get control of herself and after wiping the juice of her smooth thigh, she unscrewed the plug. Now she had to contend with the plug stimulating her special spot, the heels echo so loudly and the stockings driving her to extreme distraction.

Next were her soft satin panties, master had left out a pair of black laced edge in order to cover up her naughty bits, pulling them up around her mid-section she felt a little upset that she wouldn’t feel them rubbing against her clit, but at least they’d catch all the nasty mess she was making. When they got there, she realized that they weren’t quite big enough to cover the plug and the chastity device and she knew this would mean constantly adjusting them, had Master realized this? He didn’t normally tolerate fidgeting; surely he would have understood what would happen?

Next job was the makeup, she sauntered over to the dressing table and sat down quickly to get on with it which caused the plug to be pushed hard against her hole making her gasp from the sudden extra intrusion. First was a nice heavy coat of foundation, followed by a few brushes of blusher to give her cheeks a nice glow. Following after that was a thick ring of eyeliner to enhance them, mascara on her eyelashes and blended blue eye shadow. She proceeded to glue her long false eyelashes, batting them at her reflection in the mirror. Now the French false nails were added and painted a scarlet red. Master insisted on immaculately presented nails. The last stage of the makeup was her lipstick. In the past, she relished applying the diamond shine slutty red colour as she always imagined it being a dick rubbing across her slutty lips as she applied it, but now as she rubbed it sensually over her lips completing the slutty look it just made her remember just how horny she was feeling. There were two more things to do before slipping on the maids’ outfit; to fit her long straight black wig and to put on her short fingerless white lace edge fishnet gloves.

At last she had reached the end of this ordeal, slipping the black satin outfit over her shoulders. Admiring her reflection in the full-length mirror, the shiny black uniform fitting so well into her curves, a white mini apron and white petti-slips completed the look. She definitely didn’t look like a normal domestic maid, those petti-slips were far too bouncy, the dress was far too shiny and figure fitting, the heels were way too high, the dress length barely covered her stocking tops and was sure to expose them as she moved and the makeup made her look like a total slut! She knew Master Sid would definitely approve!

By time she had polished, scrubbed, dusted and cleaned every surface she could find and prepared a hearty meal for him, she was in quite a state of arousal; her clitty ached from pushing up against the cage and her panties were soaking wet with her own juices. She so wanted to change them, to hide her shame but Master Sid had chosen them himself, if she didn’t report to him wearing them she was sure there would be trouble in store for her.

Taking glance at the clock reminded her that it was nearly the time her master would be home from his job on the building site. He was sure to have worked up quite a thirst and she knew very well she was expected to wait at the door and serve him a cold beer. Also, he would be sure to inspect her, she loved the inspections, her master taking his time to look her over, and it got her so hot! After taking the time to ensure that she was presented properly, she grabbed a cold one from the fridge, put it on her silver serving tray and waited patiently just behind the door.

Sure enough, right on time she heard the purring engine of his car rolling onto the driveway, the door shut and his footsteps echoing across the gravel pathway. Waiting for him to turn his key in the door, her heart started to beat faster, a nervous lump formed in her throat and she started to perspire. The doorbell rang, she took a deep breath and opened the door for him knowing anyone outside could see her. He knew her so well, her need for excitement and the possibility of humiliation. It was a heady mix. Fifi stepped forward opened the door and curtseyed, “Hello Master Sid, welcome home, I hope you’ve had a good day,” and offered him the tray.

“Why thank you my sweet maid, how thoughtful of you,” he passed by her and sat down gracefully on his favourite armchair. “Well, let’s have a look at you, time for inspection.” Mincing over in her high heels, she arranged herself upright in front of him, spine straight, legs together and hands clasped at waist height. Soon the order came for her to turn around so he could check her seams. He ran his hands up her calves and stopped at the knees, pulling them apart. ‘Bend’ a one word command, but as with all commands, expected to be obeyed immediately. Bending at the waist, her skirts rode up and exposed her ass, the suspender belt and her dripping wet panties. He pulled them down a little, grabbed the plug and wiggled it around ensuring that it was fitted properly.

“Your panties are wet,” he stated, “You must have really enjoyed your work today. I do hope you haven’t left any messes, you know I’d have to punish tardiness.” Having a look around, he found everything to his satisfaction and praised her, “Well, I must say, you’ve outdone yourself with tidying, presentation and my food today, well done Fifi!”

This caused her to smile brightly, blush a little and reply, “Thank you Master Sid sir.”

However, as he stood up, a glint of light caught his eye from the end of the coffee table, a small bead of clear liquid, he walked over to it, wiped it onto his finger and offered it to his maid, “Take a taste of this and tell me what it is please!”

She open her bright red lips slightly, took his finger into her mouth, and gently sucked the liquid onto her tongue. “Sorry sir, it’s my precum sir,” she said as she lowered her eyes in shame.

“Oh, Fifi, what a terrible shame to let yourself down like that, I’m so pleased with everything you’ve done, but you know this slip means I have to punish you don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes sir, sissy maids need to be punished to ensure that everything is done properly sir.” She stated.

“Very good, you learn well my pet, now drape yourself over my knees and I’ll correct you.” He ordered.

She lay over his lap, placed her hands flat on the floor in front of her, arched her back and stretched her legs out straight behind her, placing her weight on the tips of her toes. This had the effect of raising her ass well into the air, perfectly presenting it to her master.

He rolled up her skirts, leaving them bunched on her back, and slid the back of her panties down slowly. Suddenly she felt so exposed, so vulnerable and she knew he enjoyed that. His big hand started to caress her cheeks, prolonging the wait, “I’m doing this for your own good you know, how about 5 nice and firm slaps?”

It wasn’t a question, “Yes Master Sid, please give me 5 slaps to help me learn.”

She braced as his hand rose in the air, the familiar whoosh as it came hurtling down and then a loud slap, followed by a dull hard throbbing in her left cheek where the blow had landed. She gritted her teeth, held back her need to call out and gave the required response, “One Sir, thank you Sir, may I have another please?”

She felt his hand on the other cheek, could almost sense the smile on his lips as he softly caressed it, letting her know where the next blow would come. And come it did, just as the first one, causing her to jump a little, “Two Sir, thank you Sir, may I have another please?”

This time his hand felt both cheeks at the same time, she knew this meant a blow down the middle, a little relief inside her head; these weren’t as bad as the ones directly on a single cheek. “Three Sir, thank you Sir, may I have another please?”

He was teasing her; his hand wasn’t on either cheek so she didn’t know where the next one was going to land. Her worry was disturbed by a warming slap across the left cheek, making it glow even more, “Four, Sir, thank you Sir, may,” a light stutter, “may I have another please?”

She knew exactly where the next blow was going to come, on her other cheek to even things out. She tensed her body to lessen the blow slightly He liked to tease her on the last one, the hand was up, the clock was ticking in the room so loudly and everything seemed to move so slowly. Her cheeks started to quiver as she tried to hold them for the least discomfort. Just as she gave up on holding herself tight, the last one hit, impacting on her right cheek, sending a small shock through her body. She stifled a little grunt and asked, “Five, Sir, thank you Sir, May I have another please?”

“No, I think that five is more than enough for this small transgression, now you may dish up my meal.”

As she wiggled her way over, she could feel the panties rubbing against her glowing cheeks and realized that they had been made even wetter during her correction.

After they had finished the dinner (he had invited her to sit with him and they talked about their days), he moved over to the sofa and relaxed after his hard day at work. “Fifi dear, my feet are aching, would you be as kind as to give them a rub for me?”

She loved to take care of her master, so scooted down onto her knees, unlaced his shoes, pulled off his socks and got to work, rubbing, kneading and massaging his feet until he had reached a state of complete relaxation. Crouching down she gave each of his feet a small kiss. He looked down at her and smiled, “I’m going to relax a bit more here, why don’t you finish your cleaning up dear?”

Realising again how horny she was and how she wanted some sex, any sex, she put a little plan into operation. With every object she cleaned or dusted, Fifi did her best to bend at the waist, let her skirts roll up and expose her stocking tops and seams to him. She made sure she bent over a lot, facing away from him, knowing he’d have a great view of her exposed thighs and sexy nylon. Every now and then, she’d sneak a glance at him and knew he was watching intently. Her final gambit was to clean underneath the table in front of him. Crawling onto all fours, heels stretched out behind her, keeping her butt up high and head low, rear exposed , she reach and cleaned thoroughly under the table. A little cough from behind her, “oh Fifi, you little tease, look what you’ve gone and done!”

Turning around, looking at her master, he had a very noticeable bulge in his trousers, her eyes locked on it and she licked her lips, “Would you like me to take care of that Sir?”

“Well Fifi, do a good job and I might even think about opening your cage for you!” he said as he placed his arms behind his head and leant back.

She crawled over to him, feeling her cage get tight again and her juices once again running into her panties, she slowly moved up his legs, her hands sliding toward his zipper, “Does Sir have anything he wants cleaned the old-fashioned way?” Locking eyes with him, “You know a good spit shine?” and closed her thumb and finger on his zipper. Slowly she dragged it down until his erection was now bulging through the gap created, pushing against his underwear. “Oh Sir, that is going to need quite some work isn’t it?” she exclaimed as she popped open the button on his trousers and pulled them down a little. His outline was clearly visible now, making his underwear very tight. She kissed the tip, heard him sigh softly, and felt him twitch smiling at the lipstick trace she left.

Continuing down his shaft towards his balls, she continued to rain soft kisses on his throbbing cock enjoying his responses. Her hand slid onto his outline and gently squeezed, working it’s way back up, her mouth following after it. Hooking her fingers into his waistband, she pulled it down a bit exposing his swollen purple cock head. Gently, Fifi allowed the waistband to push down against his shaft trapping his cock against him with his knob lewdly poking out. Placing her hands either side of it, she lowered her head and tickled between his veins with her tongue and ran it all around the outside of his ridge causing him to gasp. Following this by pushing her wet flat tongue hard against his underside and licking furiously, soon precum was oozing from his tip and like the good maid she knew she was, slurped it all up nosily.

Master Sid told her, “You know what I want Fifi, you little tease!” although he was clearly enjoying this treatment.

I used to think I didn’t like Las Vegas because I don’t like to gamble (lose money) and it’s in the desert. Of course, I later realized I love Vegas because it’s a great place to be a pervy, kinky-minded person and meet people with similar interests. And also, there is a lot to do around the area. The desert is really a beautiful place.

So, I got a two-week work assignment in Las Vegas. It was not a high budget trip, so I reserved a room at a Residence Inn. It suited me fine because it was very close to some casinos, restaurants, etc.

Of course, the first thing I did after checking in was hit the pool. I put on a thong and a tank top, and some flip flops. I walked out to the pool with a towel wrapped around me, and dropped the towel as soon as I go to the pool.

There were a few people hanging around including a couple of women in string-thong bikinis. One of them was an incredibly attractive, statuesque woman who gave me the sweetest smile when I said hello. She was a vision laying back on her lounge chair.

I got in the pool for a while and emerged with my thong, almost totally sheer and clinging to my cock for all to see. It felt so great when the same woman said hello and smiled sweetly again as she stole a glance at my not-very-subtle display. The evening went on and there’s a story I’ll save for the next episode.

The next day, I put in a long day of appointments and decided to hit the pool again for an hour or two. I wanted to just relax before thinking about what I might do that night. I had forgotten about the long-legged beauty I encountered the evening before until I was in my room putting on my bathing suit.

When I did remember, I decided to wear my most outrageously tiny thong just for the hell of it in case she was back. This time, I walked out to the pool without a tank top or towel wrapped around me. The planets were aligned, I guess because there she was: sitting on a towel on the edge of the pool with her perfect legs in the water.

She was wearing a sexy, sort of high on the hips, thong that was a very pale shade of green. The very same shade of green as my g-string thong bathing suite. Smiled again and I said hello. The conversation flowed immediately after I said “nice bathing suite.” She laughed because our bathing suites were the exact same color. I was dying to see hers wet.

I asked if I could join her and we sat on the edge of the pool talking like we had known each other a long time. She was in town trying out for a “show girl” job at a casino. That explained her incredible legs and tall, slim figure. We took turns standing in the water to cool off while talking face to face. Of course, my thong stayed wet and sheer and I was on the edge of having a full hard-on the whole time we talked.

Finally, we had talked about everything we could think of. It was time to make a move. I asked her out to dinner, but she said she was afraid of staying out late and not being at her best the next morning for try-outs. So, I suggested we get something from room service or delivery and watch a movie in my room.

She said OK, but she’d prefer I come to her room. Of course, I accepted. We covered up in towels, and went to the lobby and got a couple of glasses of wine and a couple of beers. I thought I was dreaming. Could this be happening to me?

People looked at us in a way that you could tell they were thinking we were “a couple.” A sexy fucking couple. I mean I’m OK to look at, but she was stunning. Just hanging out with her was…. well anyway, we went straight to her room and called a take-out place from some menus in the lobby to deliver a couple of salads and sandwiches. I felt so fucking horny walking around in my string thong. I never even suggested I go change and meet her at her room.

When we got there, she immediately said she wanted to change out of her wet bikini. She went into the bedroom and came back out in a bra and panties. They were not overtly sexy. Less revealing than the bikini, but I was incredulous. She said she wanted to keep it even since I was still wearing “panties, sort of.” My cock sprung to full stiffness…

Then, she said she had been dying to ask me why I wore thongs; how long I had been wearing them; what it felt like as a straight (if I was?) guy to wear them, etc. I love to answer these questions for women.

I told her I liked going to nude beaches and wearing as little as possible when I could not go nude. I also said that frankly, it is a big turn on for me – obviously. I told her about how I pretty much think about going nude or wearing thongs in public all the time…

About then, the delivery man came. I answered the door and the guy was not the least been surprised to see a guy in a string thong! Then, when my friend walked over to chip in some cash, his eyes lit up like saucers. I’m pretty sure he figured I had myself a very expensive call girl.

We put the food down and went back to our conversation, only now we were groping each other all over. I sank down to my knees and started licking and kissing her inner thighs. Her legs opened like a flower and I could smell her beautiful damp pussy.

I slid off her panties and started teasing her clit with my tongue. Before long I was getting my face fucked. She was grinding her cunt into my face as I licked, sucked and ate pussy every way I knew how. By then, I was stroking my cock slick with pre-cum. She glanced down and watched me stroking myself then jammed my face deeper into her pussy. She came for so long I thought I was going to suffocate.

Then, she relaxed and laid back on the bead with her legs still spread. I stood between her legs and finished myself off. I shot spurts of cum on her stomach and bra. What an intense orgasm.

We took a shower together, then ate and watched half a movie.

It had started out as a typical Tuesday. On her first break Suzanne grabbed a cup of coffee and opened her GMail account. Her heart skipped at the sight of his email. Her breath caught in her throat as she read the words.

“Honeypot, I require your services this Saturday. Prepare yourself fully and be ready at 1600 hours. I will prepare your wardrobe and see you then. No O’s till then for you. -David”

It was a long week, especially since Suzanne was not allowed a self-induced orgasm, but Saturday finally arrived. Suzanne was up early and started on her preparations. Coffee and two slices of wheat toast. A long, hot soak in the tub. She checked items off her mental list. Hair and waxing had been done Thursday. Nails had been done Friday after work. The only things left were the enemas, her makeup, and a few last touches to her hair.

At 7 pm Suzanne was dressed in a short black dress that David had selected. It was form- fitting and low cut and it literally dripped sex. Underneath was a black lace garter belt and some thoroughly decadent silk stockings. Three other women in similar dresses were mingling in the crowd. Suzanne wondered if they, too, were going commando. The crowd was ten men, all wearing expensive business suits, and the four women.

At 7:30 sharp the man hosting the party rapped on his wine glass. David had introduced him as Ryan. The room went quiet and the man smiled all around the room.

“Our dinner has been served. Please join me in the next room.”

A set of french doors opened and a large table became visible to the crowd. Everyone filed into the room and found their name cards. Suzanne was seated between David and a man named Steven. All the other women were seated next to their man and someone they had just met. The two end chairs were set for Ryan and someone named Charles.

Ryan spoke again “Ladies, if you will please remove your dresses, we will all sit down and enjoy the meal.”

Suzanne looked at David and he just nodded. Across the table both Sylvia and Randi were already stepping out of their clothes. David moved to her back and unzipped her dress. Taking a deep breath, Suzanne allowed her dress to fall around her ankles, and then carefully stepped out of it. The woman to her right, Melanie, shimmied out of her dress. Suzanne noted that all four women wore black garter belts and black stockings. None wore panties and all were clean-shaven. That done, everyone sat down to a very nicely-presented meal.

Suzanne picked at the food in front of her. Her thoughts whirled in her head. What was going to happen next? What was going to be expected of her? David gave her no hint. He only smiled at her, patted her hand, and continued his conversation with Ryan. Suzanne realized, with a start, that her breathing was shallow, her nipples hard, and her pussy was dripping on the chair. She drained her wine glass and looked across at Randi. Randi also had two erect nipples and a flush in her cheek. She did not speak, but smiled shyly at Suzanne.

Ryan tapped on his wine glass, rose from his chair, and the room went silent. Suzanne inhaled and held her breath.

“Ladies, please follow me back to the other room.”

Everyone rose and Suzanne and the other 3 women followed Ryan through the French doors. A second long dining table was set in the middle of the room. On the table were four long pillows, each with a name card placed on it. Suzanne was again across from Randi and next to Melanie. Where Ryan had been seated there was a set of steps. Randi held out her hand to Suzanne and led her up the stairs. Melanie and Sylvia followed.

“Ladies, please stand in front of your pillows, and face the edge of the table. Please keep your ankles spread about a foot apart. The men will be right in.”

Randi assumed the requested position near the edge of the table, and extended her right hand to Sylvia. Melanie settled into a similar stance and reached her hand over to Suzanne. As the men entered the room they were greeted with the sight of four ladies awaiting their full attention.

Ryan smiled at the ladies and turned to the men. “Gentlemen, you have all washed your hands. Please insert your fingers into the vagina of each of these Ladies and perform a taste test. Take your time and be certain to wash every time you move to another Lady. When you have had time to savor each one, please go select your choice, and do have some water to cleanse your palate. Owners may not select their own Ladies.”

Suzanne experienced something similar to schizophrenia; one part of her brain screamed at her to run and hide, and the other started involuntary hip movements. She felt her vaginal fluids leak down her legs into the stocking tops. Ten different men, including her David, used their fingers to penetrate her sex and taste her vaginal nectars. Five men returned for a second taste. Four of the five selected Suzanne as having the best taste.

When all of the men had chosen their favorite, Ryan tapped his glass and said “Ladies, please be seated on the pillows, the men will now draw for position.”

Suzanne watched Melanie sit on her pillow and recline. Sylvia and Randi did the same. Slowly Suzanne sat down, reclined, and spread her legs as the other women had done. Melanie stretched out her hand to Suzanne and Suzanne welcomed the comforting hand of a total stranger.

The first man approached with a chair and proceeded to sit down, draw Suzanne closer to the edge, and start licking at her wide open vagina. Three men, all awaiting their turns, stood behind the chair and watched.

Over an hour later the last man finished licking and fingering her sex, and Suzanne was finally allowed to rest. Her breathing was still hard and her vaginal lips still swollen from the attention lavished upon them. Her eyes finally focused on her David standing between her legs. He was smiling down at her and he whispered “I love you”. Then Suzanne noticed that Melanie had her man standing in front of her, but he was preparing to have sex with her. And then David, her David, flicked her clitoris twice and slid his stiff prick into her wet pussy. Suzanne immediately had an orgasm, followed by another when she felt David pump his orgasm deep into her.

On Monday, when the girls in the office asked Suzanne what she had done over the weekend, Suzanne said “David took me to a private dinner club. It was quite romantic.”

Anthea is a 41 year old divorcee. She had been married for several years but in the end the marriage just sort of fizzled out and they went their own ways. She started to get involved in the local church and ended up helping Father James with the day to day running of things dealing with bookings and enquiries for weddings and christenings and general clerical duties.

She has always been a very dominant person but to look at her you would never in a million years believe that this was so. Her sex life when she was married was very much based round her dominant personality. Her husband was a very meek and mild man, so his submissive nature and her dominant side made for a very satisfying sex life.

Now that she is divorced she struggles to come to terms with not being able to express her dominant side but once a week or so she gets her bondage clothing out and wears it in the evening at home. After she’s put on some heavy makeup with deep blue eye shadow and slutty red lipstick she is ultra horny and with the help of her nipple clamps and one of her many dildos and vibrators manages to give herself the orgasm her body so badly needs.

As she dresses herself she often thinks that the others at the church and particularly Father James would never believe she was this sort of person.

She is very attractive with shoulder length brown hair and is always demurely dressed. To everyone she knows she is Anthea but when she’s in her dominant role she’s 31 year old Cindy.

She had been having a fairly straight forward day at work doing the usual office jobs but suddenly she felt the weekly urges creeping up on her. The first sign was the hardening of her nipples and soon followed by the dampness in her panties. She knew straightaway that tonight was one of the evenings when she was going to be Cindy.

She finished work at her normal time and said goodnight to Father James who said, ‘Goodnight Anthea, hope you have a good evening, have you any plans?’

‘No, a quiet night in in front of the TV,’ she replied.

Anthea smiled and said to herself, ‘If only he knew.’

She took the short walk to her flat but before she started preparing her evening meal she took her bra and very damp panties off. She loved the feel of her hard nipples rubbing against her dress and before she dropped the panties in the dirty washing basket she held them to her nose and inhaled the musky aroma of her pussy.

For a moment she wanted to do more but she knew that if she ate first then she would have the rest of the evening to indulge her passion and take care of her sexual needs.

She finished eating and sat watching the news on TV and finished the glass of wine she had poured herself. She went into her bedroom and opened the wardrobe where she kept her ‘Cindy’ clothes. She put them on the bed and undressed. She put her hand between her legs and felt how damp she was. She just knew that it was going to be a good evening.

She put on her black pvc basque with the cut outs for her breasts and then she sat on the bed and pulled her black seamed stockings on and attached them to the suspenders hanging down from the basque. What she liked about this basque was that there were 6 suspender straps. She turned round and looked in the full length mirror and made sure the seams were straight. She then put on her favourite black open crotch panties. She liked these as she had easy access to her pussy although sometimes he liked to wear full panties and just pull them aside when she needed to.

Next came the shoes, a sexy pair of 5 inch red open toes sandals — in her words — ‘her fuck me shoes.’

She sat down at the dressing table and put her make up on. First came the false eye lashes and mascara and lots of deep blue eye shadow. Then she picked up her lip pencil and outlined her lips and then drew a circle round her nipples. Her nipples were so hard and erect. She picked up her Revlon crimson red lipstick and liberally coated her lips and then filled in the circle round her nipples making sure they were well covered. She gave the lipstick a few moments to dry before coating first her lips with lip gloss and then her nipples. She admired herself in the full length mirror and felt as slutty as she looked.

By now her pussy was soaking wet and as she sat with her legs wide open she could smell her pussy juices — once again she knew it was going to be a good night. Although she always satisfied herself well enough what she really needed was a man to dominate. She had often thought about maybe advertising on the internet or even going to a local hotel and trying to pick up a businessman but the potential dangers of meeting a stranger bothered her too much. So it was her fingers and toys that she had to make do with.

She took her collection of toys into the lounge and pugged her laptop into her wide screen TV and looked for one of her favourite domination videos. She loved seeing men tied and bound and being used for female pleasure.

She put the toys on the table and picked up the nipple clamps. Her lipstick coated nipples were very erect and hard and as she clamped one of her nipples she winced as the metal dug into her nipple but the pleasure soon outweighed the pain. She repeated the process with the other nipple and sat down on the sofa and started watching one of her favourite videos.

Her legs were wide apart as she slowly drew a finger back and forth along her slit which by now was soaking wet. Although she wanted to rub her clit she wanted the exquisite pleasure she was experiencing to last a lot longer. She reached for one her vibrators — a plain black one but about 8 inches long and thick. She slowly inserted it inside her and was amazed how easily it slid all the way in. She flicked the switch on and loved the feel as the vibrations coursed through her sexual being.

She stared at the video on the TV and watched the leather clad dominatrix tormenting and punishing the pathetic man wearing ladies underwear. Oh how she wished she was that woman.

Although she knew she could cum instantly she always wanted the first orgasm to last a while and was happy to wallow in the pleasure she was giving herself. Her hands went up to her nipples and twisted the nipple clamps. The pain on her nipples was intense but very pleasurable.

Suddenly she heard the doorbell ring. Her heart missed a beat as she thought to herself ‘go away, leave me alone’.

She switched the vibrator off and paused the video and sat quietly waiting for whoever it was to go away. The doorbell rang again and for longer.

Suddenly she heard Father James call out, ‘Anthea, it’s Father James, sorry but I need to see you urgently.’

Anthea panicked, ‘Fuck it, she said under her breath.

She turned the TV off and took the vibrator out, stood up and grabbed the other toys and ran into the bedroom. She threw them on the bed and grabbed a dressing gown and wrapped it tightly around her.

As she opened the door she suddenly remembered her slutty appearance and clothing. But it was too late.

Father James was speechless as he looked at his young demure assistant dressed like a slut.

‘Gosh Anthea, I hardly recognised you,’ he said.

‘Oh sorry Father, it’s just that I’m about to go to rehearsals for a new play the amateur dramatic society are putting on and I……’

‘No need for explanations,’ he said, ‘look I am so sorry for disturbing you but you did say you were having a quiet night in. Look I need you to check out an application for an urgent Christening, you know I’m not very good at this sort of thing.’

He followed her into the lounge and couldn’t take his eyes off her seemed stockings and red high heel shoes. He said, ‘Are you sure I’m not disturbing you?’

‘No, it’s fine,’ she lied.

They went into the lounge and Father James sat on the sofa opposite Anthea. As she started reading the papers Father James just couldn’t keep his eyes off her legs. He might be old enough to be her father and he might be a Catholic priest but he really would like to have fucked her. He was also fascinated by her slutty make up, he had only ever seen her wear some very subtle make up before.

As Anthea started to get engrossed in the paperwork she didn’t notice that her dressing gown had come loose and Father James could clearly see all her stockings and suspenders. It was blatantly obvious to him that she wasn’t wearing a skirt and was about to have sex. He assumed that there must have been a boyfriend hiding in the bedroom.

Anthea checked the application form and told Father James everything was in order. They sat and chatted for a while and she noticed that he couldn’t stop looking at her legs. It aroused her and she slightly parted her legs.

‘What part have you got in the play, what’s the title?’ he asked.

Anthea felt herself blushing, knowing she was going to be lying to a priest. She was about to make something up when she suddenly said, ‘Why don’t I show you.’

With that she went into her bedroom and took off her dressing gown and picked up her vibrators and dildos and a crop and walked back into the lounge. Father James couldn’t believe his eyes as she walked towards him.

She stood in front of him, her legs apart and the crop held beside her. She said, ‘here I am Cindy, I am not Anthea, and when I get to work tomorrow I will be Anthea and Cindy will NOT be mentioned, do I make myself clear, James?’

He was flabbergasted, he just mumbled, ‘of course, my dear.’

She had never referred to him as just James and had never used that demonstrative tone of voice.

‘Take your clothes off and let me see what you’ve got,’ she said menacingly.

‘I am Catholic Priest I do not take my clothes off just like that,’ he replied.

The crop crashed down on the arm of the chair and she said, ‘I don’t give fuck what or who you are now get those fucking clothes off.’

James was mesmerised by her now and stood up and undressed. He took his clothes off and stood with just his underpants on.

Cindy said, ‘You can see my tits and cunt, so I want to see your cock.’ The crop crashed down again on the arm of the chair. Any suggestion to James that this was just a game was quickly dispelled and he dropped his underpants. Although he wasn’t completely hard Cindy was quite impressed by the size of it.

She stood only inches from him, the crop was very gently rubbing against his cock. She said, ‘Take one of my nipple clamps off.’

James reached forward and undid it. He was amazed at the size of her nipple and how red it was. He handed it to Cindy and she reached towards him and clipped it on his nipple.

‘Ouch,’ he yelled, ‘that hurts.’

‘No pain — no pleasure,’ she replied.

‘Take the other one off,’ she said.

Again he did as he was told and handed it to her. He almost winced even before the clamps tightened round his nipple.

Cindy looked down at James’s ever growing cock.

‘See what I mean, pain means pleasure,’ she said.

She left him standing in the middle of the room and walked over to the table and picked up a couple of items. The first thing was a blindfold which she quickly put on him and then she pulled his hands behind his back and put some handcuffs on him. He loved the feeling of helplessness and he could feel his erection nearing full size.

She then started touching his cock and balls and felt something tight around them. She had got a vibrating cock ring and put it under his balls and over his cock. A quick flick of a switch and he could feel the wonderful buzzing sensation. She reached for his nipples and squeezed the clamps tighter together and he shouted out in pain.

She then sat down on the sofa and said, ‘Now listen to me fucking myself with my vibrator. Would naughty little James like to watch? Well you’re not fucking going to. But you can listen to me.’

It went quiet for a moment. James stood there helpless, the pain of the clamps on the nipples was turning to pleasure and the vibrating cock ring was sensational. He heard the vibrator start up.

She was soaking wet and the vib slid in her wet hole so easily. She sighed as she started fucking herself.

‘Oh fuck James, this is so wonderful, my cunt is so wet. I’m in heaven, although maybe I shouldn’t say that in front of man of the cloth. Your cock is wonderfully hard, I bet you can imagine it sliding in and out of my cunt or would you like it in my mouth, you naughty boy,’ she said.

‘Oh Cindy, please let me watch,’ he pleaded.

‘I’ll think about it, I’m almost cumming,’ she replied.

‘Do you want to watch me cum? Then ask me nicely,’ she said.

‘My dearest Cindy I would be most grateful if you would remove my blindfold so that I would be able to witness one of the best sights in the world, that of a sexy woman making herself cum,’ he said.

‘Oh James, you always did have a way with words, however could I refuse you, come over here,’ she replied.

James took a couple of steps forward and he bent down and she undid the blindfold. He blinked a couple of times to get used to the light.

‘Kneel down in between my legs and you may watch me,’ she said.

James knelt down, his face was only inches away from the cunt of his demure clerical assistant but at this moment in time she was Cindy the slut. He could smell her cunt juices and the sight of seeing her large black vibrator plunging in and out of her very wet cunt and through the hole of her open crotch panties almost had James ejaculating involuntarily.

He looked at her face, the face he had seen thousands of times at work, the sweet and innocent face and now she looked like the slut she was. This wasn’t Anthea the clerical assistant, this was Cindy the slut.

Her eyes were closed and her mouth open as her first orgasm crashed through her body quickly followed by a second and a third. She turned the vibrator off and left it inside her as she lay back and recovered.

After a minute or so she took the handcuffs off and said, ‘take the vibrator out and lick it clean and then lick me clean,’

James slid it out gently and put it to his mouth, he opened his mouth and put it in and sucked on it. He loved the taste of her cunt juices. Then he leant forward and slowly licked up and down her wet slit.

‘Oh James, that is exquisite,’ she said.

He carried on, enjoying every single second. After a short while she said, ‘oh naughty me, naughty Cindy, look you’ve still not cum, come sit on the sofa. No, on second thought, lie on the floor and I’m going to fuck you.’

He lay down, his cock with the vibrating cock ring keeping it hard and standing up. Cindy straddled him and eased herself down on his cock. It slid in so easily as she was still very wet. She lowered herself gently and then raised herself almost letting his cock slip out and then she plunged all the way down. She took his hands and put them on her tits and said, ‘pinch and squeeze my nipples, the harder the better, hurt me.’

James loved the feel of her rock hard nipples and pinched and twisted them. The more he abused them the more she liked it. Cindy was riding his cock for all she was worth now, she reached down and twisted his nipple clamps. The look on his face was of pure unadulterated pleasure as he felt his climax approaching. His mind went back to seeing her in the church or in the office dressed as a demure young lady. It was almost unbelievable that here he was and she was fucking him.

Cindy was plunging her cunt all the way down on his cock and they were both about to cum. James was the first and he called out in pleasure as he pumped his hot seed into his young office assistant. But Cindy hadn’t finished yet and was desperate for one more orgasm and she plunged her cunt down one more time she felt her body trembling and quivering with pleasure as she had yet another mind numbing climax.

They stayed in the same position while they recovered. Cindy slowly eased herself off of his subsiding cock and moved up over his face. She knelt up and let her cunt juice and his spunk trickle out of her. James opened his mouth and took it all in. he savoured the taste and texture before swallowing it.

They sat and recovered for a while before James said he had to get back.

The next day at work nothing was said except to ask each other whether they had had a good evening. They both replied that they did.

About a week later Anthea was just packing up at the end of the day and Father James asked her, ‘Anything planned for tonight?’

‘No, a quiet night in, what about you?’ she replied.

‘Nothing, although I was thinking about seeing if I could call round and see my friend Cindy,’ he replied.

Her reply surprised him, ‘I reckon she’ll be pleased to see you, shall we say about 7.30?’

To whom this whole story may concern, my name is Adam Lawler and I was the one who had married my college sweetheart Stephanie Copeland and moved ourselves into this wonderful apartment.

And after we got ourselves settled in, we got something from a new neighbor whose name happens to be Sybil McGovern.

It was an invitation to a Halloween party and we were expected to arrive in costume which made us go online and purchase a costume for each of us from a website.

My costume was that of a Viking Warrior.

As for my wife, she wore this sexy Princess Leia slave outfit.

And when we got there with our costumes on and the other guests saw that I was holding the chain that was attached to her choker, they had all welcomed both me and Stephanie into their little corner of the world with open arms.

That was before this mature blond with a really hot bod had walked up to us in a black dress and said, “You must be Adam and Stephanie. It is pleasure to meet you. I am Sybil McGovern. And I bet that you need something to wet your whistle right now.”

Now if you were to ask me, it really was a big mistake to agree to a sip of the punch that she was serving at the party because we never knew what she had mixed into our glasses.

But when she had handed those glasses to us, raised her glass and said, “And now, my dear friends! A toast to our newest arrivals! May they enjoy their new lives right here among us!”, Stephanie and I had gulped down the punch that was in our glasses, only to have us see everyone and everything in the room start spinning around and around and making us become so dizzy that everything around had suddenly gone black.

And when I finally opened my eyes, I was shocked to discover that I had been stripped naked and my wrists and ankles were bound tightly to a chair in handcuffs.

I also tried to call for Stephanie to see if she was still alive, only to discover that I was unable to do so due to the ball gag in my mouth.

That was before this one woman with dark hair had stepped into the room with only a pair of kinky boots on, looked at me with a smile and said, “He is finally awake, Mistress!”, before she had walked over to a small table and picked up a bullwhip.

After that, Sybil had walked into the room and tore off her dress to expose her naked body and start fingering herself in front of me.

But when she looked into my dick and noticed that it was not stiff, Sybil had let out a smile and said, “Trust me! There is more than one way to get a rise out of you!”

That was before Sybil clapped her hands and the lights were turned on to show Stephanie… who was also naked… handcuffed to the ceiling.

She was also unable to close her legs because of the spreader bar that was between them.

And when she looked at the bitch with the whip with tears running out of her eyes and said, “Please! You really do not have to do this! We could give you all the money you want! Just let us go!”, the only response that the bitch with the whip had given my poor helpless Stephanie was that she used it on my wife on her tits, ass and pussy.

And while that was going on, Sybil had sucked on my cock before she looked into my eyes and asked, “See? Did I not tell you that we could get a rise out of you?”, just before the other bitch had tossed the whip away and placed one end of a double dildo inside her pussy.

Then, after the bitch had looked at Stephanie with such a smile, pulled on the chain that was attached to the nipple clamps on her tits and shoved the other end of that dildo straight into her cunt, I was so helpless that I had no choice but watch while Sybil sat on my lap and forced me to fuck her in the ass.

After all of that, both Sybil and the other bitch released me and Stephanie from our bondage before she had whispered, “I will see you guys next year!”

She was excited to see him, beyond eager as she stood waiting for him to answer the large wood door. She tried very hard to calm her breathing to slow her heart down and just relax. She concentrated on her breaths as she heard the footsteps moving towards the door. As the handle turned she held her breath, letting it out very slowly as she tugged the hem of her tight white dress down. She stood there frozen, she waited until he said hello before letting her eyes meet his. He stood there calmly, dressed casually in black pants and a crisp white shirt. It was a moment before she could even muster a responsive greeting, he took her breath away.

“Hello,” she said. Her voice as shaky as her knees.

“Do I scare you, kitten? Please come in.” His voice was surprising soft and soothing.

“No; I am not scared of you, Sir. It’s just that when I get called for this sort of night, pardon me for saying this – but it is usually short bald bulbous men.” I said as I stepped through the door into the large grand foyer.

“Well I assume you will be a good kitten then since you are so pleased by my appearance.”

“Yes, Sir. I will be a purrfect kitten.” I said as I took my place at his feet. Lowering myself to my knees with my palms flat to the floor. I looked up at him as he looked down at me. His grey eyes were as silky smooth as his hand now stroking my soft curly auburn hair.

“Yes, thats a good kitten. Now follow me,” he said as he let his hand fall from my hair. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a leash made of rope. He quickly made a loop and slipped it around my neck. Pulling it loosely as he turned. I let of a soft mew, crawling after him as he headed into another room. I crawled along the cold wooden floor behind him.

The room was quaint, the walls were covered in bookshelves with a fireplace. He lead me to a blue leather chair that was directly in front of the fireplace. I took my place at his feet kneeling in front of him on the soft white rug. I rubbed my face against his shin softly, and his hand moved through my hair easily.

“I would like to watch you clean yourself my kitten,” he said as he slipped the rope from around my neck.

I crawled away from him and slowly centered myself on the rug before him as removed my clothing. I pulled the form fitting dress over my head and placed it on the floor. Looking into his eyes smiling as I unhooked my bra, pulling one strap off at a time as I held it to my chest. My heart was already starting to speed up as I saw him adjust him self in the chair crossing one leg over the other. I let the bra fall into my hand as I pulled my arm from my chest, his eyes moving to my breasts now decorated in the flickering flames silhouette. I dropped to my butt and pulled my legs out from under me and I took my panties and slowly started to pull them down. His eyes followed my panties all the way to the floor then back to me as I sat with my legs crossed in front of me.

I began licking my arm, starting at my elbow slowly making my way towards my wrist. After a few strokes of my tongue. I switched to my other arm, the goosebumps formed as I licked my arm clean despite sitting in front of the warm fireplace. I looked at my master as I licked the top of my hand rubbing it against my cheek softly. Doing the same to the other, but I let out a soft meow as I slowly rubbed the other side of my face.

“That’s a good kitten, but I want to see you clean everything. Spread your legs I want my kitty to be open for me to see.”

I followed his orders and spread my thighs like a good pet, opening them and feeling the heat rising in my blood as I heard the soft sigh leave his lips. I took one breast in my hand and began to slowly lick it, I couldn’t help but suck a little at my nipple too. Purring under my breath as I grabbed my other breast to do the same. Licking and sucking softly at it as I gazed at up at him.

“That’s a good little kitten, now let me see you clean that pretty pussy for me.”

I slipped two fingers into my mouth sucking softly as I slowly pulled them out. Gently I pet my pussy, frequently slipping my fingers back into my mouth to re-wet them and then back to my pussy. I could see him becoming more uncomfortable in the chair as I started to meow louder, my pussy becoming slick with my saliva and also beginning to become more wet with my juices. I stroked my pussy quickly as I rested on one elbow looking up at him. Purring loudly as I became very close to coming, his eyes piercing through me as he watched. My thighs began to shake and I begin to feeling dizzy as I heard his calm voice.

“That’s it cum for your master my beautiful little kitten. Let me see my pussy cum for me.”

I let out a soft meow as I looked directly into his eyes and said, “Yes, Master.”

I rubbed my clit fast and rough as I began to cum, I couldn’t help but to let out a loud moan as my juices came dripping from my pussy. Never taking my eyes off of him as I continued petting my soaked pussy until my orgasm passed.

“Remember kitten I want my pussy to be clean.”

“Yes, Master.”

I pulled my soaked fingers from my pussy and put them to my lips, slipping them inside, one by one, slowly drawing them out. Putting them back to my pussy and gathering my remaining wetness and sucking my fingers clean once more. Looking up at him with my thighs still spread wide waiting for his approval.

“Yes, that’s a pretty kitty. I bet you must be thirsty now, aren’t you my kitty.”

I let out a soft sad meow, “Yes Master.”

“Come my pretty, lets go to the kitchen and get you a bowl of nice warm milk. You will be a good kitty and follow me won’t you, or do I need to put this leash back on?”

I shook my head side to side as I hopped up on my knees, palms to the floor. I rubbed my cheek against my master’s leg, purring softly as he stood from the chair. Feeling his hand come to a rest on the top of my head, gently stroking.

“Come, Kitty… This way.”

A soft sound of agreement came from my lips as I shook my bottom in excitement. Rubbing my face against his leg before he walked out of the room. I crawled along the floor until I reached the kitchen. Peering around the door, I see him standing at the counter pouring milk into a shallow bowl.

“It’s okay kitty, come on. Come here, I have your milk for you,” He said as, he walked over to the table setting the bowl down on the floor next to a chair as he pulled it out.

I looked at my master as I crawled slowly into the kitchen. The black and white tiles were very cold against my heated skin. I mewed loudly as I crawled to him.

Looking up at him and back at the bowl on the floor in front of me.

“It’s okay kitty, it’s for you. Have a drink.”

I bent down and put my tongue to the warm liquid inside the bowl, slowly I began to lap a bit of milk. After a few dips into the bowl I sat back onto my heels quickly. I let out a long hiss of disapproval. Looking up at him with a frown on my face.

“What’s a matter kitty, don’t like your milk?”

“No, Master. This isn’t the warm milk I like,” I said softly before adding a string of short meows.

“And just what kind of warm milk does my pretty kitty like?”

“Yours,” I said as I moved in front of him pushing the bowl away from me.

“You want my milk kitty, is that what you need. Will that make my pretty kitty happy then?”

I looked up at him and shook my head in an expression indicating a yes.

“Well my kitty come get your milk then,” he said as he began to undo the belt that held his pants.

Slowly unzipping his pants, kneeling before him as I pulled his pants to his ankles, he kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his pants. My hands ran over his naked lower half before I pulled his underwear down, as I did his hard cock sprung out. I looked up at him with a smile, as I took his cockhead to my lips I helped him out of his underwear. With his clothes now removed I stroked both of my hands against his shaft as I licked his soft fat cockhead. I looked up at him, ‘could he tell how much I love his fat cockhead by the way I sucked it,’ I wondered.

His hands brushed away the hair that got in the way of his view. I could hear groaning start to escape his lips, as I sucked his length deep into my mouth. My soft lips went up and down on his cock as I thrust my mouth against him. He removed his shirt as I took his balls in my hand and began to stroke them soft and steady, I loved how heavy they felt in my hand. I curled my tongue around the back of his cock and licked him as I turned my head and hand around his shaft.

“Yes kitty, that’s a good kitty,” he said as I felt his hands stroking my head softly.

I stroked his salvia covered cock fast as I took his balls to my mouth and sucked them. He grabbed my head and held it tight, I sucked harder on his balls and I became very excited as he moaned. I loved watching him throw his head back when he moaned. I returned my warm mouth to his cock and held it tight as I stroked him. His fat cockhead throbbed in my mouth as drops of pre-cum dripped out. I sighed as the slickness hit my taste buds and sucked him faster, I wanted more of his cum.

“That’s enough kitty, you can’t have anymore just yet.”

He grabbed my arms and pulled me up to him, I stood before him as he took my face with both hands and pulled my mouth to his and kissed me lustfully. He wrapped his arms tight around my waist, he kissed me hard before he turned me around and bent me over the side of the kitchen table so my face touched the cold top. He spread my thighs very wide as he knelt between them. I felt dizzy as his wet tongue flicked at my clitoris, I moaned as two fingers dipped inside my pussy. He pulled his fingers from my pussy and rubbed my asshole with them, the flat of his tongue ran over my wet lips and slipped inside my pussy. He moaned softly as his tongue darted in and out, I held onto the table tightly afraid to fall over as his tongue moved to my asshole. He pushed it inside slow as I reached behind to spread my cheeks apart.

I cried out ‘Yes’ as his tongue began to thrust into my tight fuckhole. My thighs shook and I held onto the table tighter – ‘Fuck’ I cried as his tongue dipped hard and fast into my ass.

“Oh you like that huh; you like to have something in your ass don’t you, my dirty little kitty?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed excited.

He stood up and smacked my ass hard. “You want my cock inside you don’t you, you want to be my good kitty and let me fuck your ass; he said as he gave my ass another quick hard smack, you can think of nothing more than feeling my cock deep inside you?”

“I want your cock, I want you to fuck my ass so hard I can do nothing but scream. Yes, I want to be your good kitty!”

He slipped his cock into my pussy, as he lashed my ass again with his hand. He thrust hard as I moaned loud and pulled one leg up onto the top of the table. He pulled his cock out of my pussy with a sigh, and he began to rub it on my asshole. I could feel the ‘pop’ as his fat cockhead pushed inside my ass, I grabbed the sides of the table and held tight as I braced myself for the rest of his cock. He squeezed my ass cheeks hard as he pushed his cock further inside me. I let out a constant moan, I felt my ass stretch as he pushed his length completely inside. He grabbed my hair at its base again and pulled my head back to him, he grabbed my neck almost too tightly as he whispered in my ear…

“That’s my good kitty, is that what you wanted.”

“Yes. Harder please,” I said has he began to thrust his thick cock deep inside me.

I still clenched the table tight as I moved my other hand to my pussy, I pushed my wetness towards my ass and around his cock, as he thrusted slowly. His cock now wet with my slick juice I moved my fingers to my clitoris and rubbed it fast side to side. He grabbed my hips and held them tight, his cock thrust rapidly into my ass. I cried out.

“Fuck, oh fuck me, oh fuck that feels so good!”

He slowed the rhythm of his thrusts as he reached between my thighs to finger my pussy, he rubbed his fingers in my wetness as he pushed them to my clitoris and then back deep inside my pussy. His two fingers kept pace with his cock as he thrust them both deeper inside my shaking body. I cried out as my orgasm built, my thighs shook hard, too much to keep either firmly planted, I let my leg fall to the floor and braced my legs firmly as I began to thrust my ass back against him. I fingered my clit harder and faster as I pushed against the side of the table, slamming my ass against his waist. He breathed heavily as he took both hips in his hand and began to thrust harder. My body tingled as I cried out…

“I am cumming!”

My juices dripped to the floor as his balls smacked against my pussy hard, now wet with my cum each smack left a stinging pain in my swollen sensitive clit. As our bodies crashed into each other I held the side of the table as my orgasm flooded my vision and replaced it with nothing but a blur.

He grunted and groaned as he grabbed my hair by the base and pulled my head back, his hand found my neck and held tight as he arched my back. His cock pounded my ass as I tried to scream out from the intense pleasure, but all that came out was vibrations because he held my neck so uncomfortably tight.

But I found the pressure of his hand as he held my neck tight and his relentless thrusts deep in my ass, pushed me very close to yet another orgasm. I grabbed the hand that was on my neck and held it as my legs began to give way. I held my breath as I felt his cock engorge fully inside my ass, he loosened his grip on my neck but only slightly. My juices splashed against my bare feet as I cried out ‘FUCK’ repeatedly.

“Yes that’s my good Kitty!” He cried out as he growled loudly, slamming his cock into my ass, so hard I almost lost my balance.

He released my hair and neck and grabbed my waist as he turned his hips upward. He pulled my body against him and held it as he pounded my ass fast and hard. I held my tits as they smacked hard against my chest. I could hear his breath as it became more strained, he held on tight to my waist as he let out a long moan, his thrusts stopped as he emptied his balls inside my ass.

I could barely stand when he pulled his cock from my ass, I just fell to my knees and held the leg of the table as his cum dripped from my sore and stretched asshole.

“Oh you are a purrfect kitten, yes you are.”

I looked up at him with pain in my eyes as I sat crouched on the floor shaking still clinging to the leg of the table.

“Come on my kitty, you need a bath now,” he said as he scooped me up from the floor into his arms, picking me up and heading towards our bathroom.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and laid my head on his shoulder kissing his neck, licking it very softly.

“Aww, my love you don’t have to pretend to be my kitty anymore, you can just be the beautiful woman I love so much.”

“My darling, I love you and I will always be your kitten! No pretending!”

I was walking around the pond by my house. The sun was shining and it was a very hot day. As I came over the bridge I noticed my school’s soccer team was practicing at the soccer fields. There were about 25 of them , all hot and sweaty. But I only cared about one of them. Jason Little was running across the field to get a drink of water as I sat down on one of the metal bleachers. I pretended to text one of my friends but I was really eyeing his perfectly rounded ass. He wasn’t very tall, 5’5″ most likely. But he was so sexy. Ever since seventh grade I was always attracted to him. I could tell he was dripping with sweat and I began to get hard. I thought about how hot his feet must been, and how damp his socks were. They were sitting in his soccer cleats, getting smellier by the second. It wasn’t until he was right in front of me that I noticed that the whole team was leaving.

“Hey” he said stretching his arms above his head, allowing his stomach and his underwear band to show. “Why are you just sitting there?”

I sat there for at least thirty seconds in complete awe and disbelief that he actually acknowledged me. The last time he even uttered a word to me was in eighth grade when we had to work on a project together. And even then he didn’t say much. Now we’re in college and I didn’t even know he went here. I finally stuttered out “I-I- I was just going for a uhm-a uh- a walk. And I got tired so I sat down uhm- uh for a bit” Gosh I was turning read I knew it.

“Well you don’t look very tired. And you haven’t been sitting for long.” My heart stopped at the fact that he noticed how long I had been sitting there. “Mind if I join you?” he asked as he threw his gym bag on the ground.

“Sure. I mean, yeah of course” I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had only dreamed about being this close to him. “So… what’s up?”

“Nothin’. Obviously I just got done with practice. You?” He turned to me and looked directly into my eyes.

“Uhm… Just sitting” I laughed. I was so nervous.

“Yeah I can see that. Hey look, this might sound weird and all but…” He paused. What was he going to ask me? Could this be it?

“But…. What?” I asked.

“Do you live close by?” I nodded “Well I’m really sweaty and my parents can’t come get me for like an hour and when they get me I have to go to the athletic awards banquet and… Do you mind if I take a shower at your house?”

My jaw nearly dropped. This could actually be the moment where I sniff his dirty socks. Something I had wanted for such a long time.

“I mean, if not that’s okay. I could just change if… I mean… My parents told me to walk to Cassie’s and shower there. But that’s just so awkward, you know?” I must not have responded because the next thing I knew he was shaking me by the arm. His hand was so warm.

“S- su-sure. Yeah, Jason. Yeah that’s fine. My parents aren’t home anyways.” I said getting up, nearly tripping over my own feet.

He smiled, grabbed his bag, and began to walk. The path around my house wasn’t very long but it felt like it took hours to get back to my house. We talked and laughed all the way home. It wasn’t long at all because when we got home he was still sweaty.

“Do you want to shower right now?” I asked him as I slipped off my shoes. He looked down at my socks and smiled.

“I have those socks too” He looked from my socks and into my eyes. I stared into them as he smiled, but then I realized I must have been making my attraction very obvious. “No, I wont shower now” He said sitting on one of the steps of the stairs. He began untying his cleats. He was wearing long black Nike socks. The ones that went up just past the knee. My dick became harder as he slipped off his shoe and smiled at me. He handed the shoe to me and asked me to put it by the door. I could feel the heat of his foot coming off the shoe. He must have been so hot.

“Help me with this one will you?” He put his other foot in the air indicating that he wanted me to pull his cleat off. I did so, but it was on there really tight that when the shoe came off, I fell backwards onto the floor. I became instantly red.

“Shit Cody, are you okay?” He said getting up and lending me his hand. I grabbed it. I was finally touching his skin with mine. When he pulled me up, I was at most a foot taller than him. But our bodies were only two inches apart from each other. He laughed.

“Wanna go watch some TV?” Jason asked. ” You know, before I shower”. He said that as if there was another motive behind watching TV. As if he meant that he wanted to do something else other than watch TV.

“Sure. The TV room is over here.”I said leading him to the family room. He plopped down on the couch with is legs spread open. He crossed his arms behind his head and stretched. I got another glimpse at his stomach and underwear. His underwear was Under Armor, which meant they were tight. I also knew they were tight by his bulge in his soccer shorts.

He let out a big sigh and adjusted his dick. I stood there nearly drooling until he patted the seat next to him indicating that he wanted me to sit next to him. There wasn’t much room on the couch, which meant he wanted me close.

I sat very awkwardly on the couch with my legs close together and with my hands folded in my lap. I sat with perfect posture until he said “Relax man. This is your crib anyway”. He then took his hand and pulled my shoulder back, making me lean back on the couch.

His hand and mine were nearly inches apart until it happened. Either he noticed me eying his dick, or carefully watching his sweaty socks but he swung both of his hairy, socked legs onto my lap. He smiled at me and said “Can I pleaaaase have a foot rub…? If that not like, weird or anything”. He just stared at me smiling.

“Yeah, yeah okay. I hope I’m good at it.” I muttered.

“Im sure you are” He said smiling. I smiled back at him and just as I lost eye contact I noticed a small wink.

I shut my eyes for a couple seconds and thought Oh my god. Holy shit. This is seriously fucking happening right now.

I then grabbed his foot and started massaging it. The warmth and the dampness was getting me harder. “Sorry if they smell…”He said “Unless you don’t mind.”

“No, I don’t mind.” Shit, holy fuck that makes me sound like I LIKE it. Shit… stay cool “I mean, they don’t smell. Its fine.”

I continued to rub his feet for a little until he said “They DON’T smell? Really. You know what? Test it. Put my foot to your nose and smell it then.” I blushed.

“Okay, fine. I will then.” I said it confidently. I slowly brought his socked foot up to my nose and took a big whiff. Yes. Of course they smelled, but I didn’t mind. But he didn’t know that.

“Well? What do you think?”

“Yes they smell. But I like it.” Oh shit. I ruined it then. I stopped rubbing his feet and just sat there. I looked down at the ground ashamed.

“You like it huh? Well, then why’d you stop Cody?” I looked at him confused. I didn’t even notice that he was feeling his bulge. His hand was cupped around his cock and balls. “That’s right. Keep smelling them.”

I listened to him. With one hand I held his foot there and with the other I shoved my hand down my pants and started feeling my dick.

“Alright Cody. I knew you always wanted this. But that’s okay. I’m bisexual, and I wanted you, too.”

Holy fucking shit. Is this real? This can’t be fucking real. I thought to myself.

“No get on your knees and suck my cock” He said swinging his legs down and spreading them open.

I slowly slid off the couch and got on my knees directly in front of him. I felt his warm socked toes playing with my knees. He smiled at me. His eyes comforted me and I wasn’t nervous anymore. I immediately shoved my face down by his bulge and felt it on my face. I could smell his sweat from his dick and it was almost intoxicating. I pulled his soccer shorts down to reveal a whit Under Armor jock strap containing a massive bulge. I sniffed that too. It smelled so fantastic. I licked it all over and started to feel his chest. He didn’t have a ripped stomach but he was definitely muscular.

I then slid down his underwear to reveal yet another amazing sight. A 7.5 inch long semi hard dick. I was in complete awe. He didn’t shave, which I thought was extremely hot, and his cock was circumcised. I couldn’t contain my hormones so I dove right into his dick. I licked his cock up and down then taking it in all the way and slowly letting it flop out of my mouth. He moaned and ran his fingers through my hair. I sucked his cock for nearly 10 minutes until he told me that he was about to cum.

“Holy shit that feels so good Cody. But I’m not done with you yet. Pull down your pants.” He demanded. I pulled them down as he took off his shorts and shirt. He was all sweaty still and he wasn’t about to dry off anytime soon.

“Are you a virgin” He asked stroking his hard 8 inch cock. I nodded “Good, me too. So we don’t need a condom. But we do need lube. One second” He walked towards the front door. From behind I noticed how amazing his ass really was. It was truly the definition of a bubble butt. He came back with some athletic lotion. “This will do” he said squirting some onto his dick.

“Alright Cody. Don’t be scared” he said as he took off my underwear. He then came very close to my ass and kissed my cheeks. He moaned and then started eating my ass. He licked around my hole and inside of it. It felt so good with his warm and wet mouth on my tight virgin hole. Once he was done, he put some lotion on his fingers and applied it to my ass. He fingered me a little to loosen me up. He said “I’m going in”.

I was on all fours with my shirt still on when all of the sudden I felt the head of his penis enter me. He asked me many times if I was okay. I always told him “As long as I’m with you”. He began thrusting harder and deeper inside of me. I moaned loudly until he gave me one of his socks to cover up my mouth. The sock served two purposes. One, to muffle my moans of sheer pleasure. And two, so that I could smell his foot stink that I so longed for.

After five minutes of doggy style he asked me to lay on my back. I did so and he came down on top of me. Taking off my shirt he kissed me. His lips were warm and soft. His mouth was absolutely perfect. He then shoved his dick up my hole, pressed his chest against me, and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He passionately made out with me as he thrusted his long hard dick inside me. I was in absolute heaven as with every thrust of his body, his stomach stroked my cock and I became closer and closer to climax. He asked me if it was okay if he could cum inside me. I told him that I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Both of us were panting as he came up from my body and started thrusting faster and faster until finally, I felt the warm sensation up my ass. His semen was squirting inside of me as I orgasmed as well. He let out a large moan and then smiled down at me. He pulled out his hard dick and lay beside me.

“That was fucking amazing.” He said, breathing heavily.

We layed there for a while until he finally got up to take his shower. As he walked away naked, I sat up and thought about how amazing that was. I had wanted that for so long. I heard the rush of the water come on in the upstairs bathroom. Then I thought… How fun would it be to have shower sex?

I then quickly ran upstairs, opened the bathroom door to find the steaming hot water rush down Jason’s body. His back was turned to me, so I knocked. He turned around, smiled that ultimately sexy smile, and said “Come here you”


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