Larry first noticed the changes on a Friday night. That was when he
usually had sex with his glamorous, full-figured wife Tanya. She appeared
in a baby doll nightie he had never seen before. It was nearly
transparent and gave him plenty of glimpses of her generous bust and well-
upholstered hips, bottom and thighs. He followed her to the bedroom,
where she stretched out on her back and beckoned seductively to him. In a
smoky voice she said, "I'm going to need LOTS of attention tonight,
lover." He hurried to get out of his clothes and join her but, once he
was kneeling between her long, parted legs, desire failed him. Instead of
his usual proud, eight inch erection, he experience only a half stiffening
of his penis. At the same time, his need rose to twice its normal level.
He was desperate for sex but unable to perform. And then his wife
repeated that she required more effort that usual from him. Flustered and
ashamed, he tried to cover for himself by saying, "Um, you know how you've
been saying lately that you'd like me to... er... go down on you?"
"Yes, dearest. I would LOVE that. But you keep telling me you don't want
to. That it's not manly." He sighed and went on, "Well, tonight I want
to do it. For you."
"Are you sure?" He didn't want to use his mouth on her pussy at all but
his body still wasn't reacting that way it should, so he lied, "I really
do, honey. Honest."
"Well," she said in her most sensual tone, "if you insist, I certainly
won't say no."
Reluctantly, he got his face between her smooth thighs and began. It
certainly didn't appeal to him. He liked watching girls do this to each
other in the on-line porn he watched. But as he lapped and sucked he felt
less and less in control. His wife purred, "That's my good boy. You're
really doing a sweet job. I may have to turn you into my male lesbian."
She chucked throatily but his reaction was much less pleased. Tanya
wriggled her hips and told him to slow down. Then she wanted him to speed
up. He wasn't used to his wife giving instructions in bed. Finally she
had a loud, hip-bucking orgasm. He was eager to be done and go get a
shower. Instead, she put her hands on the back of his head and requested,
"Just keep licking slowly, lightly. Give me a minute before you start
working on my next climax." Upset, but feeling powerless because of his
sudden impotence, he did as he was told. After a second finish for her,
less vocal and animated than the first, she made him tongue her through a
long afterglow. Then she said, "Can I return the favor?" He desperately
wanted her to give him oral sex, something she hadn't done since back when
they were dating, but his member still refused to cooperate. He answered
in a whisper, "No, babe. I just wanted to make you happy. I'm going
to... get washed up."
"Okay. But I have to tell you that I could definitely get used to being
pampered that way."
He shuddered at the idea. Larry wanted to have HIS fun. If his wife got
off too, that was great, but for him sex was about what the man wanted.
He sighed as he adjusted the water in the shower. Then he stepped under
the refreshing spray and began to wash himself. To his horror he saw his
body hair accumulating over the drain cover. What was happening to him?
Afterwards, quite shaken, he checked to see if he needed a shave but there
was no stubble at all, not even a shadow. He examined his body and saw
that he still had his pubic bush, though it was smaller. And his armpit
hair had thinned out. He told himself it was just some kind of fluke that
would pass. Then he slipped into bed next to his very desirable wife.
She rolled over toward him, took his face between her hands, and gave him
a deep kiss. Again his need surged. His balls drew up tight. But his
penis repeated its halfway effort to get hard. Her fingers toyed with his
nipples, something she didn't usually do, and it sent wild currents of
stimulation through him. He was breathing hard as she rubbed her bust
against his chest and licked his ear. At last she stopped, leaving him
quivering, and said, "Awww. Still not in the mood? Well, don't worry. I
won't stop trying to help you. I'll do everything I can to turn you on,
Larry." She paused and then went on, "But for right now I have to get to
sleep. You really left me exhausted with your talented tongue. So if you
aren't up to the old in-and-out anytime, you can always do that." She
turned onto her other side and pushed her plump bottom back against his
crotch, even wriggling her hips in slow motion.
The next morning he was dismayed to find his underarms denuded of hair and
his pubes with even less than after his shower. And he still didn't need
a shave. As he dressed for work, selecting his favorite power tie to
boost his sense of authority, his wife got into one of her skirt and
jacket combinations that made her look officious without hiding her
curves. She delivered a passionate goodbye kiss before leaving for
Genetech, the small research company she had co-founded. Tanya had
personally made some sort of breakthrough recently and was close to
brokering a major contract with a huge company, which would make her
independently wealthy. Larry was excited. He intended to keep his job as
a mid-level executive, of course. It defined him and re-enforced his self
image. He took secret pleasure in ordering others around and keeping a
close watch on the secretarial department, in the business sense and
personally. At the office he noticed himself getting hungry early. Maybe
that was the problem with him, something about his diet. He didn't go to
his usual place to sit with the other guys and talk about work. Instead,
he went to a spot some of the secretaries favored. Most of the tables
were taken and he got stuck with one right in the middle, where everyone
could see him. Larry had to accept that because he knew that here he
could get, instead of those salads and light dishes his usual place
specialized in, a real meal. He ordered a burger and a large soda. The
waitress, wearing a cute retro 50s uniform to go along with the room's
theme, was a busty blond. Larry felt himself getting overstimulated like
he had the night before. As she turned away he called her back, not to
compliment her or read her name off her ID badge, but to add a milkshake
to his order. She smiled prettily and hurried off, wide bottom shown off
by the tight slacks she wore.
When his meal came he wolfed down half the sandwich and most of the fries,
taking long swallows from the soda. Unable to wait, he greedily sucked
the rich shake through its straw. Several women from his office noticed
his voracious behavior and made comments to each other. He made the rest
of the food vanish and then ordered a second shake, switching from vanilla
to strawberry. One secretary snickered and leaned to her friend to say,
"Mr. High and Mighty seems to have developed an eating disorder. Not a
good thing for a guy who struts around like he's somebody's gift to
women." Larry got back to the office late because he stopped to grab a
chocolate covered banana from a street vendor, ate it right there, and
then had another. He couldn't believe the appetite he had acquired. Back
at work he felt distracted. The women were buzzing about something but he
couldn't hear them. At last the day was over and he was able to buy
several candy bars from a store nearby. When he got home he didn't say
anything about his increased caloric intake to Tanya. She probably
wouldn't have been a good listener right then anyway, because she had news
to share. The deal had gone through and her company would be worth many
times what it had been. She owned over half the stock so that was another
boon for her. Though distracted by his own situation, Larry wanted to be
polite so he asked what exactly it was that she had developed. Tanya
said, "More of my genetics work. The breakthrough I made has all sorts of
possible applications." She looked right into his eyes and added, "Some
of them very interesting. And in need of testing." Then she refocused
and said, "Why don't I take you out for a celebration dinner?"
"Sure," he told her. "But I should be the one treating." She smiled and
said, "Not necessary, dear. I'm now worth, well, a lot." She was being
nice about it but he knew that his own earnings had just shrunk to
insignificance in comparison to hers. It stung his male ego but at least
he would be able to buy himself some man toys and get amazing tickets for
the next football season.
At dinner his runaway appetite asserted itself again. Tanya didn't
comment. She even suggested a particularly rich item for a second
dessert. He was happy to accept. At the same time he noticed that every
woman seemed to be twice as sexy as usual. It was as if someone had set
his libido on high and it was stuck there. Larry was hungry and horny,
like he had been fed an appetite-excitant. His wife said, "Maybe those
supplements I've been giving you have improved your appetite. Or perhaps
you're eating a little extra because the dose is too low. Don't worry,
I'll just double up on them." He opened his mouth to say something but
words eluded him. Instead he simply nodded his agreement. His wife ate
only half her slice of pie a la mode and gave him the rest, which he
gratefully consumed. She made sure he got all the food he could manage,
which was a lot. And most of it was fattening. By the end of one week he
had gained a few pounds and lost some muscle tone. His skin was a healthy
pink, however. All of that, along with his loss of body hair, which was
now complete, made him feel unmasculine. Combined with his inability to
perform in bed, it was taking its toll. Tanya wanted sex every night. He
dutifully gave her multiple orgasms with his overworked tongue. She
reciprocated by supplying as much teasing as he could stand and more. He
was in a constant state of frustration. So starved for release was he
that being her pussy server started to excite him, though he still didn't
want to do it. His hair took on a healthy sheen. At work he deferred to
the secretaries, feeling enthralled by them.
The middle of the second week arrived, with all his symptoms increasing,
and then something else happened, something that shocked him. He stood in
front of the full length mirror in their bedroom, naked, gaping at his
soft, smooth body but especially at his penis. Where it had been four
inches soft it was now three. And his testicles appeared to have shrunk
by the same proportion. He was paralyzed with concern when his wife
walked casually into the room. She raised her eyebrows and said,
"Something the matter, lovebug?" His hands flew to cover his embarrassing
loss of genital size. She chuckled and shook her head. "Go on," she told
him. "Move those hands aside. Do it." Not knowing why his willpower had
ebbed away, Larry raised his hands and held them slightly out from his
sides. His wife continued, "You've obviously been worrying about all of
the... changes... that you've been going through. Right? Well, they all
have to do with my new research and those pink capsules I've had you
swallowing. You're sort of an experiment for me, dear. I'm making
certain alterations in your body and the process is also affecting your
mind, making your personality more pliable. Husband dearest, I'm giving
you the shape and mindset of a big beautiful woman, a BBW, who is also
something of a sex addict. But don't worry. You won't be out seeking
partners because I'm going to make sure you get all the action you can
stand right here at home with me." She gave him an amused smile and
asked, "Any questions so far?"
"B... but I mean... Will we still be having sex?" She chortled. "That's
so like you, Larry, to put your needs first. You've always prided
yourself on being such a macho stud, or at seeing yourself as one. In
answer to your question, the sex you'll be having is what I've been
allowing you lately, the kind where I lay back and you eat my pussy. You
started out not liking that but I'm sure you've noticed that you're
beginning to crave it. That's how a lot of this is going to be for you,
hating it but needing it. Needing it so badly that you'll do who-knows-
what to get it."
"I... I'll stop taking those capsules."
"Nooooo," she said impishly, "I don't think you will. If you stop all at
once, your system can't adjust and all the effects will become permanent.
If you keep taking them, your body will continue to change but at least
there's a chance that I'll reverse everything later on. Maybe. If I feel
like it. Understood?" Without knowing he was doing it, Larry ran his
hands over his chest, feeling how soft he had gotten, how it was almost
like he was getting... But he didn't want to even consider that.
Understanding the hopelessness of his situation, he simply nodded and
said, "Yes, Tanya."
"That's what I want to hear. All the time. Now strip naked so I can
check your progress." He hesitated but then began unbuttoning his shirt.
Soon his entire body was revealed. His wife smirked and ran her
fingertips over his nipples. His spine stiffened and he gasped. She
wanted to know, "Sensitive?", although the answer was evident. Then his
wife took him by one pinky finger and led him along, docile and blank-
faced. Once they were in their bedroom she went to her dresser, opened
it, and removed a pink bag from that chain store that's in the better
malls, the one that mails all those lingerie catalogs. She reached into
the bag and brought out a pair of pink panties. He recoiled in slow
motion but made no move to leave. She told him, "I had to get you your
own. Mine would be too large in the seat. At least for now." She
grinned at him challengingly. Again he acquiesced. She handed him the
filmy garment and he picked up one foot, stepped into them, and got the
other foot started. As he worked them up his hairless legs she crossed
her arms under her big bust and watched with satisfaction. Larry stood
there in his first pair of panties, a faint blush on his beardless cheeks.
Tanya told him his body language would have to suit his new identity. She
required a hip-swinging walk and that he hold his hands out slightly from
his sides with his wrists limp. After coaching him in those practices she
decided he should also fuss with his hair and lick his lips. Then she
gave him a pair of pumps with two inch heels, 'starters' she called them,
and made him walk around until he got his balance. She complimented him
on how they shaped his legs and added to the sexiness of his gait. He
didn't want to be made over this way but the possible alternative of
having the physical changes become irreversible, horrified him. Like most
guys, he was sensitive about his penis size. The thought of having it
never regain its lost length was dreadful. At last his wife allowed him
to sit on the white chair at her vanity table and give his calves a rest
after the strain those heels had put on them.
As he sat there she opened her cell phone and hit a pre-set number. When
someone responded she said, "Hello, Darren. I wanted to thank you again
for brokering those deals with the companies we'll be partnering with."
She listened to something said by Darren, laughed prettily, and told him,
"Of course I've been thinking about your offer. And I'd LOVE to go out to
dinner with you. Now that my husband isn't quite himself, I'm going to
need a real man in my life. And I know you could fill that roll
perfectly. Plus, there's that other situation we discussed. I'm sure
you'd like to follow up on THAT." Larry was in shock. His wife was
accepting a date with someone she had met through her company, someone she
found attractive. But Larry couldn't summon the nerve to say anything,
not in his suddenly feminized state, not with the threat of being stuck
like this. She chatted a while longer, getting flirtatious, before
finally agreeing that Friday night would be perfect for their night out
and then ending the call.
Larry's wife snapped her fingers at him and gestured for him to stand.
She stepped directly in front of him and held him with her gaze. Tanya
wanted to know, "Do you have any questions?" He made a small throat
clearing sound and asked hesitantly, "Can you tell me... how far... the
changes you're making in me will go?" She smiled, pleased with his
submissive tone, and went back to the bag that had held his panties. This
time what she produced was a bra. Tanya held it up and Larry gasped when
he saw the size of the cups. She seemed to read his mind as she answered
the unasked question, telling him, "48 DDDD. You are going to be a
changed man, Larry dearest, though I'm not sure if the term 'man' will
apply much longer. This is going to be a fascinating experiment. Don't
you think so?" Afraid to say what he felt, he replied, "Yes, Tanya. I'm
sure it will be."
Larry was hand laundering his wife Tanya's panties. She required him to
put the crotch of each pair into his mouth and suck until most of her
dried fluids were removed. Then he had to place them into a dishpan of
warm water with gentle soap added. The second pair would go into his
mouth and stay there while he washed the first. She had been saving them
up so there were seven to be done. With his libido elevated by the
genetic formula she had been feeding him, handling his wife's lingerie and
tasting the flavor of her sex kept him wildly excited. Unfortunately for
him, he still couldn't achieve a full erection or gain any release.
Worse, his soft penis had lost another inch. He looked down from time to
time at the unimpressive two inches that remained, slender and no longer
surrounded by hair. And it was protruding through the front of a pair of
crotchless panties. Along with those, he wore a bright red elastic garter
on one thigh and his two inch heels. His wife enjoyed keeping him mostly
naked, not only because it made him so aware of the changes being wrought
to his physiology, but because he was awfully sensitive about being seen.
When he was finally done washing and hanging up the lingerie, and the tang
of her pussy was still strong in his mouth, he went to her to find out
what he was doing next. Tanya had turned over the housecleaning to him.
But now she said, "No more drudgery for you, sweetie. You're going to
help me get ready for my date with Darren." Larry went cold inside. Then
he gathered his wits and said, "Yes, darling. Of course." She smiled and
told him, "That's the attitude I want from you -- ALL the time." She
paused to make sure he wasn't going to foolishly try to change her
thinking. Then she went on, "Now let's head to the master bath and you
can wash my back in the shower." As she walked away he couldn't stop
staring at her broad rolling bottom. He ached, figuratively and
literally, to touch her the way he used to. Once they reached the
bathroom he had to assist her getting out of the snug pullover top and
tight slacks that were all she wore. He yearned just to be allowed to
touch her large breasts, to feel their warmth, maybe even to put his mouth
on those inviting nipples. But of course he couldn't do that unless
ordered to.
She instructed him to adjust the water temperature as she stood there with
one hand under the spray. Kneeling alongside the tub with her standing
over him, he eventually got it right. Still, he didn't rise until she
said to. Larry was learning quickly. She stepped into the tub and told
him to get out of his shoes and join her. "Take off the garter but leave
on those cute panties. I love the way they show off your incredible
shrinking penis. When I'm done with you, Larry, you're going to be a real
showpiece. But you know, it sounds silly to call you by your real name.
I mean, once your bust fills out you won't look like a Larry, will you?"
As he stepped into the tub he said, "No, Tanya. I won't." "So how
about... Laurel? Or Busty? Maybe something like Miss Lipps? Well, we'll
see. I'm sure Darren will have some clever suggestions. He's VERY
interested in you." With that she told him to reach around her and get
the soap and washcloth to do her back. Stretching to get them, he
couldn't help pressing himself against her back. His pulsing dick came
into contact with her wet backside and he moaned in frustration. Tanya
giggled at his plight. He soaped up the washcloth and began making small
circles over her shoulder blades. Larry bit his lower lip to keep from
whimpering with need. He washed down to her waist and she made him
continue, doing her jutting bottom and full thighs and firm calves. He
was left in a state of maddening frustration. His dwindling testicles
ached.
After he dried her off with a big fluffy towel she strolled away from him.
He hurried to drape the towel over the shower rod and follow her. In the
bedroom she sat and applied her make-up. She motioned him close and
playfully gave his face a few strokes of eyeliner and lipstick. When
Tanya pointed to the vanity mirror he saw himself and swallowed with
difficulty. His masculinity was more compromised than ever. He held his
hands up over the swelling that had started on both sides of his chest.
His gesture hid that first hint of breasts but also made him look like a
girl trying to cover her charms. His wife turned on her chair and tweaked
his nipples gently. That was when he really did whimper from unfulfilled
yearning. At the same time he was stimulated even more, until his eyelids
fluttered and his tongue swept side to side over his lower lip. Tanya
relented after a minute and resumed preparing. Soon her cosmetics and
hair were done. Then she picked out what to wear. First there was
lingerie, high-cut panties and a bra with cups that left the tops of her
breasts bare. Tanya said, "Why don't you pick out a nice dress for me?
Of course, if it doesn't turn on Darren, I'm going to have to punish you.
But if it DOES push his buttons, he'll try to get me into bed and I'll be
happy to go. So what's it going to be, cute stuff? Earn yourself a nasty
punishment or get turned into a cuckold?" She liked putting him into such
a dilemma. Whichever choice he made he would lose.
Larry went to the closet, opened its double doors, and stood there trying
to decide. Tanya admired the rear view and how nicely his rump was
rounding out. All those surplus calories he was still putting away were
doing their job. With an unsteady hand he at last selected a short red
dress that was certain to make an irresistible display of her contours.
She laughed at the worried look on his face and said, "Oh yeah, loverboy.
This one will for sure get us into bed together. I guess you WANT me to
have super sex with my new stud." She smiled as he said in a weak voice,
"Yes, Tanya. I do." "Hey, this is a lot different than the last time you
said 'I do'." With the dress on she was definitely headed for a close
encounter of the orgasmic kind. Larry could only stand there with his
altered form exposed, his reduced penis still hanging out of the
embarrassing panties, and let events proceed. His wife blew him a kiss
and selected her jewelry and shoes, the latter being a pair of red
beauties with block heels. She strutted around the room, rolling her
shoulders to make her boobs move and swinging her queen-sized ass. Her
husband watched longingly. That was when a knock sounded on their front
door, a loud rhythmic knock. "Well," Tanya said, "what are you waiting
for? Go and answer it." Larry blushed several shades of pink. "B...
but..." he managed to get out before surrendering. He even remembered to
maintain his girly walk. At the door he hesitated, gritting his teeth.
Then he took a deep breath as he opened the door. Facing him was a tall,
strikingly handsome man with a neatly trimmed goatee. He gave Larry a
long look. All the shamed husband wanted was to close the door and then
run and hide. Instead he had to endure being stared at until Darren gave
him a broad wink, brushed past, and greeted Tanya. She took both his
hands, tilted her head back and closed her eyes. He knew she wanted to be
kissed and didn't disappoint her. She responded and the contact went on
and on.
As they prepared to leave, Tanya said to Darren, "By the way, we need to
come up with something appropriate to call my husband. His male name
doesn't fit anymore." "So I see," he said, looking pointedly at Larry's
crotch. "You told me he's going to change even more and that his cock
will end up looking like a clitoris. So how about Cliterella?" She
grinned wickedly. "Clitty Cinderella. Cliterella. I like it." "But
right now," he said smoothly, "we have a reservation at a very fancy
restaurant." She gave him a hug and he let his hands slide down to give
her bottom cheeks a squeeze. To her husband she said, "Have a nice
evening, Cliterella. Give yourself a bubble bath. I put some new soap on
the edge of the tub. If you don't smell pretty when I get home, I'll amp
up your drugs and make your changes more extreme." "Yeah," said Darren,
"that would be fun. Wouldn't you like that, Cliterella?" All Larry could
do was to stand there trembling. They laughed at his distress. Tanya
told him to stay naked after his bubble bath. Then they swept out the
door, off to have a good time while he stayed home and worried about his
future. Afraid of earning his wife's ire, he went to the bathroom. The
container of bubble bath was in the shape of a fairy tale princess. When
he removed the top and sniffed, the scent was overly sweet and flowery.
He reluctantly started the water and got it hot. The recent memory of
being in the shower got him horny all over again as he stripped out of his
few bits of clothing. He started the water, got it hot, and added plenty
of soap. His wife wasn't there but her warning still echoed in his mind.
He sat in the tub, aware that his bottom was larger and softer than it had
been. How far would Tanya allow these changes to progress? Why was
Darren so interested? Larry remained undressed after his bath, as Tanya
had instructed.
When Tanya returned from her date it was nearly midnight. She said, "I
had an incredible time, Cliterella. You should see his luxury apartment.
You should see his bed." She laughed and went on, "That's right. We had
glorious sex. He's quite well endowed, knows how to use what he's got,
and can go for a long time. But right now I want one more orgasm and
you're going to give it to me with your well-practiced mouth. Hope you
don't mind that I didn't wash down there." He mutely followed her to the
bedroom. He was halfway through undressing her when she commented, "You
smell like a bunch of flowers in a candy shop. From now on you will
always use that soap. And I'll pick some fragrant shampoo to go along
with it, something very fruity." She lightly pinched his nipples, making
him pant with need. "And don't worry about your job. I've explained to
your boss that you have always wanted to be a woman and are beginning the
process of making the change. He was very understanding and will do
whatever he can to help. I told him that there's a lot of stress involved
so he's letting you downgrade to secretarial work. I'm sure you'll get
along famously with the other girls." At that point Larry was on his
knees, carefully lowering her panties. She made him put them into his
mouth, crotch first, so he could get a preliminary taste of Darren's rich
spunk. He looked up at her with the filmy garment protruding from between
his lips. She sniggered and lay back on the bed. "Isn't that nice for
you? And you'll be getting a steady supply of panties will creamy
crotches, I'm certain."
Larry's wife spread her shapely legs and said, "You can set those aside
for now. It's time for you to thank me for taking such good care of you."
He got his face between her thighs and faced the mess he had to clean up.
Tanya said in a singsong voice, "Let's go, Cliterella. All that salty
cream isn't going to clean itself up." He closed his eyes and extended
his tongue to begin lapping. She sighed and said, "Darren is such a
dream. I'll be thinking of him the whole time you're doing that. And
I'll be thinking about how much sexier you're going to become as my
miracle drugs continue to do their work." The helpless husband had to
swallow every drop of cum he retrieved while his wife moaned with pleasure
and writhed her full hips. It took a long while but he eventually coaxed
a purring climax out of her. Then she rolled onto her side, texted Darren
about what had just happened, and went to sleep. Larry, still naked, lay
there trying to sort out his impossible situation. His hands went to his
chest where Tanya had squeezed his nipples. He couldn't mistake how much
his pectoral area had softened and swelled. The memory of that bra she
had shown him returned to haunt him. He pictured himself wearing it,
filling it, and shuddered. Then he remembered Darren's remark about his
penis being reduced to clitoris dimensions. It was a long time before he
was able to sleep.
It was just another Saturday morning just like the last twelve or so. I woke up next to my Mistress in hopes that this might be the day. She’s laying there, looking just as sexy and beautiful as the first time I woke up next to her. The strap of her silk nightgown had slipped down off one shoulder, exposing the perfect curvature of her breast. She’s sleeping with a smile on her lips. She should be smiling, after last night’s many orgasms I served her. I was beginning to think she wasn’t ever going to say, “That’s enough, I can’t take anymore.” I must have had my head between her sexy thighs for over an hour, and at least three orgasms. Then she asked for some sex, but not the way you might think. See these days; I only rarely have penetrative sex with her, most times by means of a strap-on. You see, I’m locked in a steel chastity belt, 24/7, with her controlling the only keys. She had two more orgasms by means of the strap-on and then she finally rolled off me and fell right to sleep. Sleep didn’t come quite as quickly to me. My, or should I say, “her cock” wasn’t giving up thinking that it should have been the one doing the fucking. Not the fake one strapped right over the top of it. But finally, I fell to sleep, dreaming of one day maybe I will be the one fucking my wife once again.
The sun was pouring in the window the next morning when she awoke, rolling to my side, cupping the strap-on penis and giving it a squeeze; She said to me “So dear, do you think you’re ready to have an orgasm all of your own?” “Yes Mistress,” I blurted out.
“Please tell me how long it’s been this time?” She asked. This was all part of the game, teasing me by making me count the days, weeks, or even months. “90 days today,” I told her.
“Wow. Three months, that even sounds worst yet. Sure doesn’t seem that long to me. But I have a hard time keeping track of all the orgasms I get. Well if you’re sure you want one, you know the rules of the game, don’t you?” “Yes Mistress, I do, and will do anything you want to earn my orgasm today.”
“That’s a good little slave. I have something special in store for you this time. First, get the coffee going, take off that strap-on, and cleaned it up. Then you have a quick shower.”
“Yes Mistress.” As I jumped up from bed, I got the coffee going and then attended to my shower. My Mistress was just propping up some pillows and was starting to reading her erotic book as I entered her bedroom with her coffee and a toasted bagel too.
“Go prepare a hot scented bath for me, Slave.” “Yes Mistress.” I left her side and went into the Master Bathroom and poured her favorite scented oils into the bath and filled it with hot water. I didn’t even notice her standing behind me as I was finishing running the bathwater. My heart almost skipped a beat seeing her there standing over me naked. She crawled into the hot bubbly water and laid back like the princess she is.
“Slave I want you to shave my legs and don’t you dare nick me once. Or else you may have to spend another week locked up, with no relief.” “Yes Mistress, I will be very careful, you can be sure.” As she lay back enjoying, the special attention, I was giving her legs. She would caress a nipple of hers every so often, just to take some of my attention away from my task, in hopes I might nick her and lose my chance of an orgasm today. But lucky for me, I complete her legs without one nick. She was purring as I was softly washing the remaining shaving cream away.
“Slave I want you to shave my pussy bald too. Same thing, no nicks, or 4 weeks will be added to your release. Understood?” “Yes, gulp Mistress.” As she slid down into the water, she held up her mound to me. I very carefully applied the cream, maybe taking a little too long, as she barked to me that orders was a shave, not to play with. Once she was as bald as a baby and just as smooth, she told me to get a towel and dry her.
“You know slave if you lucky, you might get to feel my bald pussy tonight, doesn’t that sound good?” “Yes, of course, Mistress, I can wait.”
“But you might have too, we will just see how well you behave today and then tonight maybe, just maybe, I will let you fuck my pussy. But that’s only if you are a very good slave all of today, understood?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I knew that she would push every button of mine. In hopes of breaking me and having me screw up something, and lose my release tonight. That was her part of this game we play. She pulled on a sexy gown and told me to meet her in the family room with the nail polish kit. I gathered up all the items that would be needed to give her the weekly pedicure that I have been giving her for the last three years. I was required to take a beauty school night course just to learn the proper technique of doing them. That was a long four months of lock-up practicing painting her toenails till she was satisfied I polished them to perfection.
“OK Slave, today will be blood red, I’m in a Vampire mood today, I want fresh meat tonight.” I gulped again, knowing just what she meant by that remark. I started shaking knowing she was on the prowl tonight for some fresh meat, and I would have to watch her play with him till I got my chance of an orgasm. Once the toenails had been buffed, cleaned, painted with two coats, and the final topcoat. She was then satisfied with the job I had done she said, “Slave I’m going to take a short nap, for I can stay up all night fucking if I need to. So you go about your daily duties and don’t make too much noise and wake me.”
“Yes Mistress. Two hours later, three loads of washing, and hand washing her lingerie. Fixing a small lite lunch, she woke and was as fresh as a daisy. We had lunch together and by the time I cleaned up afterward, I heard her calling my name. I enter her bedroom to find her naked on top of the covers, with legs spread wide. I could tell she had been playing with herself. The lips of her pussy were plump and wet.
“Slave I want you to give me one orgasm with your lips. Then you will know what you’re missing out on tonight when the young hunk is fucking them later.” I couldn’t protest, I soo wanted to my own orgasm later. And I would have to accept anything she wanted or requested if I was to get my dessert later.
I don’t know about you, but the smell of pussy when you haven’t had an orgasm for over three months is just about enough to make me squirt right in my belt. But that would be cheating, me and her of the game we play. So down between her sexy thighs, I knelled, breathing in the aroma of my wife. It didn’t take long and she was saying, oh yes, that’s it, yes, Yes, Oh Yes, YES,YESSSSSSSS!!!!. As she recovered, I got up and was standing next to her hoping; praying that all the teasing she had done today was just part of the game. And she would release me now. And we would fuck till dark. But no such luck for me.
“Slave, get the special oil for my pussy.” I walked over to her dresser and picked out the oil she wanted. I knew my fate was sealed then. This oil wasn’t for me. I poured a small puddle in my palm. Then once it was warmed, took two fingers and spread it all over her pussy lips. The scent is intoxicating. It is a special oriental oil that once a male smells, and he’s all hers, besides it making her pussy wet and slippery all night.
“That’s enough slave, now gather my best bra, you know the one, stockings and garter belt.” As I gather the items, I picked out some sexy panties of the same black color. She made me hook the bra over her breast. Then pull up the stockings and attach them to the garters. I showed her the panties I picked out, thinking she would be pleased that I thought of them when she forgot to tell me.
“No Slave, I won’t need panties tonight, they will just get in the way.” She stood up and walked over to the closet. I was all eyes, wondering what dress she would pick out. Oh no, not that one. I fit her like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. With the push-up bra, she looks like she going to have a boob fall right out at any time. The dress stops just below her gather hooks, so anytime she is setting, anyone can see her garters. Then she bent over and picked up some 4″ black strappy heels and walked over to me.
“Slave, put these on for me.” She was holding the shoes right in front of my face, knowing with my shoe fetish I wasn’t thinking with my right head. As I took the shoes from her and kneaded down all I could smell was the specially scented oil coming from her pussy. She knew this and was playing it up to the hilt. Once I had the shoes strapped on, she then walked over to the make-up table and told me to leave here and get ready to go out.
It is bad enough that I had to shave her, and her pussy bald. Then get her fluffed and oiled. I had to dress her, all for someone else’s pleasure. Now would have to go with her and watch the show. This is all part of her plans, to drive me insane and willing to do anything for her, just to earn the chance of an orgasm. Soon as I was dressed, she was just finishing with her make-up. Oh my, she was stunning, one sexy, hot woman out on the prowl.
“Here Slave will you help me with my perfume.” Another of her games, making me dab the perfume on all the sexy spots. Knowing damn well, some other guy was going to get the pleasure of smelling it. She picked up her small handbag, and a tube of lipstick and two condoms is all she put inside. Knowing I was watching.
“Let’s go slave. I’m getting horny just thinking of all the young meat out there tonight.” As we pulled up to the club, I got out and opened the door for her. Her dress showed too much leg to anyone that was looking as she climbed out of the car. As I was pulling away to park the car, I watch her giving both the bouncers a hug. Swearing I could see the cheeks of her ass as she did. By the time I had parked the car and paid my way into the club, she was no wear insight. Then I found her. She was already out on the dance floor with some guy. Didn’t take her long to find one, hell every guy there wanted to be with her. It was going to be a long night for me. I found an open table, one of those high small table types. I ordered us a drink and waited for her to find me. Heck, I was hoping she would want to find me. But I deep down knew she would. It’s much more fun for her to tease me right in front of my eyes. Three dances later, with two different guys she finally came to my table. As she sat, the dress pulled up giving anyone a look at her long sexy legs and stocking tops. She always crosses her legs soo sexy and rocks her leg. It’s just like a sign saying, I’m horny and need to be fucked. Soon another guy walked up and asked her to dance. Before I could say anything, she was gone. Soon as the song was over, I saw him give her a kiss right on the dance floor. She didn’t protest, in fact she pulled him back to give him another. As they walked back to the table, I realized just how sexy this guy was. His shirt was half unbuttoned, mostly by my wives doing. Six pack abs, tan, and with a goatee that she just luvs. Something I never could grow. She told me his name was Rick, and she thought he was hot as hell.
“Honey, order us all a drink, I’m going to the little girl’s room.” As she walked away, I knew this was my signal to tell Rick that I wanted him to fuck my wife. We have come up with this little story, that I have a very bad back and can’t fuck her the way she needs to be. So every so often we go out and find someone that she attracted too and invite him back to our home to fuck her brains out, as long as I get to watch. I will not join in, just watch.
This is just for my torture, watching another man fuck my wife in front of me. He doesn’t know that he just thinks he’s going to fuck my wife in front of me and that’s that.
So when my wife returned from the restroom, she looked right deep into my eyes, and asked, do we have a winner or not. Never have we had a man turn down the offer to fuck my wife. Hell, I would if I was in his shoes. All I could say was, “Yes Dear.”
So after more drinks, and many dances later, I was driving home alone in our car, with my wife riding in Rick’s car. She says, she doesn’t want him to get lost. But I know she is playing with his cock all the way to our house. Once we are back home, I’m to offer them some drinks. By the time I have the drink prepared, they were already on the couch kissing. His hands were inside her bra and cupping her sex under her dress. After I served the drinks, my wife told me to go prepare the bedroom.
This is my queue to go to the bedroom and strap myself into the chair in the corner of the room. I excuse myself, and then walked up to the bedroom and undress down to my chastity belt. Then I set in the sturdy wooden chair in the corner of the room. There are locking cuffs for both of my ankles, and both wrists. I locked the cuffs around my ankles and one arm, then wait for my wife and her new friend to come to bed. I’ve been there setting way too long waiting for them. I was straining to hear any voices. Finally I hear my wife giggle as the door opens and I see him carrying her into the room. He sets her down on the bed, and he noticed me in the chair. She goes on to tell him that is quite OK, and that she will make sure I don’t interfere. My wife leaves Rick with a kiss and walks over to me, locking the last cuff around my free wrist. She reached for our steel collar. This action always takes my breath away. See, only if my collar is locked on, is there a chance the belt will be unlocked. Either collar locked on or belt locked on, this way, she is sure she can get the belt back on without too much complaining. Once I was refusing to put the belt back on, so she told me to wear the collar to work Monday. Oh Shit. I locked the belt back on.
As she locking the collar around my neck, I heard that familiar click, which reminds me every time that she is in control. Then she locks the collar to the top of the chair, so I have no other option other than to watch her with him. A kiss on my lips, I swear I could taste him.
She slowly walks back to Rick, strutting like a model. She was pulling on her dress this way and that, causing it to show more skin with every move.
“See I told you he wouldn’t get in the way of our lovemaking.” Then the part of this game that just drives me crazy. She starts this sexy striptease that she use to do only for me, soo long ago, trapping me in her web. Once she’s down to the bra, stocking, and heels, she turns all her attention to him. She removes his shirt, kissing each inch of newly exposed skin. His pants next, and finally the underwear. Oh my, his cock pops out like a jack in the box. She lets out a little squeal of delight. It’s got to be 8″ and thick as her wrist. My wife drops to her knees and takes hold of the pieces of meat she conquered. Looking over at me first, licking her lips, and then turning back to Rick’s massive cock. In one motion I see her bury her nose into his pubic hair. Her cheeks swell at the massive intrusion. Rick’s head rolls back, he can’t believe his luck in her finding him. His cock slips out of her mouth with a loud pop. My wife looks back at me with a Chester cat smile. I’m so hard in my steel prison that I’m afraid it might break, my penis that is. Back to sucking Rick’s cock and stopping only to take one ball into her mouth, then the other. Rick has his hand on the back of her red hair, entangled between his fingers, pulling her head farther down his shaft with each stroke. Soon Rick’s past the point of no return and tells my wife he’s going to cum. She pulls back just holding his cock head at the opening of her mouth and stokes the remaining shaft till he is spurting his hot cum inside her mouth.
Not till she’s sure he’s done cumming does she pull her mouth away from his cock. My wife gets up and walks over to me, kissing me and transferring all Rick’s cum into my mouth. She continues kissing me till I swallow. Then she swirls her tongue inside my mouth, just to make sure I have tasted all of his cum.
By now after watching my wife feeds his cum to me, wiggling her sexy ass at Rick the whole time, he is getting hard again. My wife says, “Ready for round two.” She back to blowing Rick’s cock, till it’s hard again. She climbs up on the bed and straddles his cock. Slowly sliding it deep inside her till it bottoms out. A little whimper comes from her throat. I know that I never penetrated her that deep before. Soon they have a perfect rhythm going and she’s bouncing from the tip to the base of his cock burying it all the way to his balls, deep inside her. I see is her tight bottom quivering each thrust, and her boobs bouncing soo sexy. Rick’s reached up and is knelling her breast and pinching her nipples. She is throwing her head from side to side and pounding on his chest with both of her hands. Then the, oh yes, that’s it, right there, yes, yes, Yessss, YEESSSSSSSS!!! I see my wife cuming while riding another man’s cock. I watch him clinch and pump his cum deep inside her. She lays her head on his chest but leaves his cock inside her love tunnel.
After what seems to be forever, she rises and pulls slowly off Rick’s cock. Kissing him and telling him how good of fuck he is. Then she asks him if he’s got another load for her. She tells him that she hasn’t been fucked like this in years and her ass is just screaming for attention.
There isn’t any guy that is going to turn down screwing a girl in the ass, especially my beautiful wives’ ass. Songs have written about her “heart shape ass.” I can see Rick’s cock getting hard just hearing her offer it to him. She reached over to the nightstand and pulls out the lube, squirted some on his cock and starts stroking him. Soon as it’s hard again, she shoots some lube on her palm and smears it over her anise. She turns around on the bed so she will be looking right into my eyes and climbs on all four.
“Rick, fuck my ass so I feel you into next week.” Rick jumps behind her and guides his cock into her ass. He’s trying to be the gentleman, slowly sliding inside her. She is having none of that. Looking into my eyes, she pushed back burring him to his balls deep inside her ass.
“Give me all you got cowboy. This filly needs breaking.” My wife is telling Rick this while looking at me the whole time. God my cock is ready to burst. I can feel Rick pumping her backside from my imprisonment. My wife is biting her lower lip and bouncing back to meet his one every thrust. Rick starts spanking my wife and that is all she needs to go over the top. She starts squeezing Rick’s cock with her ass muscles. This is too much for any man and Rick starts shooting his third load inside my wife’s ass. The entire time she was looking at me and knowing she is driving me insane. Soon as Rick finished cuming, he softens and slides out of my wife. She turns to him and tells him how great of fuck he was. Nevertheless, she is done with him and it’s time for him to leave, right now.
“What a Bitch, Rick says.” He can’t believe how cold she is. He dresses and is out the door in minutes, without even a good night kiss.
My wife walks over to me and tells me I did well. Releasing the cuffs from my wrists and ankles, she tells me to prepare the bed. I pull the steel stocks out from under the bed and attach them to the headboard. I lay my head in the holder and wait. My wife locks one wrist, then walks around the bed and locks the other. Lastly, the collar is locked in place. She petting my head telling me how well I did, and I’m very close to earning my orgasm. She pulls the hood out of the dresser and pulls it tight over my eyes and nose. Leaving my mouth exposed. She leaves me and walks out of the room. I never know if she will return tonight or leave me to my thoughts till morning. I don’t have any choice in the matter. Shortly I feel her set on the bed. I feel her playing with the chastity belt. Is tonight the night, or just another of her wicked night of teasing? The belt comes off and a warm washcloth is rubbing “her cock” I have to hold back by all my means. I don’t want this to end soon. As she is finished cleaning me, I feel her moving up the bed. Soon I sense she is setting right over my lips, I can smell their combined juice’s while she sets back, tells me to lick. I have no choice so lick and I do till she is satisfied I’ve cleaned all his cum from her pussy.
She rises and tells me to open wide. I know she going to snowball a load of Rick’s cum into my mouth from her ass. She slowly starts stroking me telling me how much she loves me. That I have to accept her offerings, or I won’t get my orgasms. Drop and the first snowball hits the back of my tongue. I swallow and then open wide again. I can’t see because of the hood, but can almost see the puddle of cum dripping from her ass, my cock is as hard as it’s ever been. God I wish I could touch it, or even see it. I haven’t had the pleasure of either in three long years. Plop, more cum falls into my mouth, she lowers her ass to my lips. I know I’m to suck out the rest and stick my tongue as far inside her as I can.
As I’m tongue bathing her ass, she is wrapping a leather shoelace around my penis and balls, tighten it till I whimper inside her ass. Few more loops and she has both balls tighten off from each other and my penis is turning purple from the tightness.
“Well slave. You’ve earned your release. I have decided that I want more cock in my ass so it’s your lucky night.” She twirled around on the bed and is holding herself over my penis, and the head of it just touching her bud.
“Who do you belong too, slave? Who owns your penis and its pleasure?”
“You Mistress, only you!!!”
“That’s right, your penis is my cock, and only mine. Now enjoy this pleasure of my ass. And if I was you, I would hold off as long as you can. The next time you get to cum it might not be as easy as this one.” Slowly she lowers herself down my penis. With the leather cord cutting into the flesh, it’s a pleasure and pain at the same time. Soon I feel her ass cheeks touching my balls, ahh the warmth. Then she continues down, putting pressure that isn’t soo nice on the tied up balls. Then she rises just as slowly and when she is a top she stops.
“Remember slave, you only cum when I tell you too. Or you will owe me your balls.” With that she drops down to my balls, crushing them again. The ride begins. With every downstroke, she is smashing my tied up balls with more pressure. The pain is almost more than I can take. She wants it this way, and my pleasure always comes with pain. She says I remember it better that way. Up and down she continues bouncing, flatting out my balls each time. I’m dying, I want to cum, I want her to quit. But I need to cum!!
“OK Slave, tell me one more time how much you love me doing this to you and soon as you convince me, I will allow you to cum.”
“Yes Mistress, I love being your personal slave, at beck and call. I will do anything you ask or tell me too, just please let me cum now!”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to stop right now and wait till next time to cum. You know saving your cum for me, makes me very happy.”
“No Mistress, Please Mistress, Now Mistress. I feel like I’m going to burst.”
“Ok Slave, lets me think about it for another minute of two.” I’m dying with her bouncing up and down on my penis, my balls flatting out with each stroke.
“Now Slave, Cum, fill my ass up with your cum.” I don’t wait for her to change her mind and shoot what feels like a gallon on cum deep inside her. She is pushing down with all her weight right on my balls. I can feel them pumping cum inside her. Soon as I finish cumming, she pulls off and turns around on the bed and swats over my mouth and tells me to open up again. I almost drown with the first load of cum dripping into my mouth. Soon as I sallow one, then another and another. Then she sets right on my mouth and takes the warm washrag and cleans up my penis again. I feel like I’m in heaven. She tells me I did such a good job today, that I get till tomorrow morning before the belt is locked back on again.
“Nighty night and sweet dreams.” She leaves me locked to the bed with the hood on and the smell and taste of cum in my tongue and nose. She goes to the guest bed to sleep the rest of the night and I lay there wondering, what I will endear for me to earn my next orgasm.
The Sun is setting as we are driving to the coast. I am so happy that I was able to surprise you with this mini-vacation getaway. A weekend at a beachfront resort, dinner tonight at a 5-star restaurant, all the makings to a perfect Valentine’s weekend.
Pulling to the front of the resort I open your door hand you the room key. “Mistress, go make yourself comfortable in the room, I am going to park the car and bring up your luggage”.
Pulling into the parking garage, and unloading your bags, I am dreaming how romantic this weekend will be. your cock swelling in it cage locked tightly since New Year’s Eve.
The room is beautiful, overlooking the pool and tropical oasis, with a picture-perfect view of the setting sun into the ocean.
Upon entering the room, you run up to me giving me a big kiss jamming your tongue into my mouth. Looking deep into my eyes “ Slut, the room is perfect, someone is going to be fucked so hard tonight they are going to forget their name”! your Cock Straining even harder in it entrapment.
“Mistress I got you a little present to wear to dinner tonight”. Reaching into my bag I pull out a couple of boxes.
I love giving you gifts and seeing how much you enjoy them. You open the first box, a sexy black evening dress. Box number two reveals matching Black panties, bra, garter belt, and stockings. Box three, sexy fuck me pumps.
You jump into my arms Kissing me again “tonight will be a night to remember slut”.
“Slut, while I get dressed, could you go down and order champagne, I would like to have a chilled bottle in the room for after dinner”.
Heading to the concierge desk to arrange the chilled champagne, I am dreaming of tonight, it has been over two and a half months since my last orgasm, and sounds like tonight will be the end of that. But that has not been true for you, while I have been orgasm-free for that time, you have been having many, my mouth and tongue have supplied many of them, and your newest lover, who’s cock seems to be endlessly hard.
Returning to the room, you look beautiful in your new outfit, I can’t help but drop to my knees and kiss your feet in your new shoes, “Mistress I am the luckiest slave in the world”.
Laughing you say “We will see “, as we head down to our dinner reservation.
We sit across from each other, you order a bottle of champagne. The waiter returns with two glasses and the bottle, pouring the glasses and setting them before us. Picking up the Glasses to toast the night.
You look deep into my eyes at the same time I feel your foot tickling my balls under the table, your Cock so hard in its cage, feeling like it will explode.
“Slut, I have a little surprise for you” reaching into your purse you pull out a small jar filled with your champagne. You reach over and take away the glass of champagne the waiter poured me. “ go to the bar and get a new champagne glass for yourself”.
When I return to the table my mouth drops…………… sitting next to you is your latest lover. The two of you kissing and fondling each other like honeymooners.
I sit back down shocked, you grab my new glass and pour your champagne into it.
Looking into my eyes “ here’s to a night we won’t soon forget”. we toast the night. And you and your lover kiss deeply and passionately.
“Slut, when I said upstairs…. Someone was going to be fucked so hard they would forget their name…… you didn’t think that was going to be you, did you” and you and your lover almost cry laughing.
“slut, finish drinking the precious champagne I allowed you and go wait in the car, tonight is for lovers”
I quickly drink down your champagne, just as I am leaving you to reach under your skirt and pull off your new panties, “slut, I won’t be needing these tonight, plus they are soooooo wet from me thinking about this big cock” as you rub your lovers bulge.
Feeling defeated, but knowing I want you to be pleased sexually on such a romantic night I crawl into the back seat of the car. Bring your panties to my nose and inhaling your wonderful scent to which I am addicted to and would do anything for. your Cock forever trapped in its tight prison.
About two hours later, I get a text from you to come back in. When I get to the table the two of you are giddy from the champagne, still kissing unable to keep your hands off each other.
As the waiter stands by the table you look at me “Slut, Pay the waiter for our meal”.
You, Your lover and the waiter all laugh as I reach into my wallet to pay for the 5-star dinner you just ate.
Looking at the waiter you tell him to wrap up whatever scraps are left on your plates and to give them to me for my dinner. “ Give the dog his doggie Bag”
As the three of us leave the restaurant to head to the elevator you look at me “where do you think you’re going slut, you are sleeping in the car tonight and one other little surprise, open the box in the trunk and read the instructions”.
I open the trunk get the box to bring it into the back seat. Opening it I see your ejaculating dildo and many condoms full of cum. You write “ fill the ejaculating dildo with one of the condoms, then suck the dildo till you get a text that my lover has cum, then pump his cum from the dildo into your mouth, then refill it and repeat, every time he cums up here, I want you to experience it there”.
I jam the dildo into my mouth knowing I would do anything to please you and share this wonderful night with you.
Summoned to service
While I am laying in the back seat of your car, I am thankful, when you bought this car with the money I earned for you, you got the really dark tint on all the windows. Still, the idea of me laying in the back seat In a parking garage, Dildo in my mouth, panties over my nose, and a cock rock hard in it cage has my mind swirling with lust and how much I love serving you.
But I am quickly snapped out of my dream world as I get a text from you that your lover has just cum while giving you a mind-blowing orgasm.
I know what to do, I squeeze the cum filled bulb, injecting the cum filled dildo into my mouth, swallowing down youר lover’s cum. This process goes on for hours till finally the texts stop and I drift off to sleep.
I am awakened to a text from you telling me to come up to your suite. Slightly tired, my mouth sore from being stretched all night sucking your dildo and pumping cum into for hours. My stomach growls, I have only had scrapes from your plates and condoms full of cum all night.
I knock, your naked lover opens the door. As I enter, the room smells of sex, my senses are overwhelmed, my cock hardens, painfully trapped in its cage at the sights and smells.
Your lover joins you back on the bed, the two of you kissing as you spread your legs summoning me over. I crawl between your spread thighs, your pussy raw from the night of passion covered in your dried juices and your lovers caked cum,
As I gently lick and suck you clean you stroke your lover’s cock. His hard cock huge in comparison to my cage little dick. “slut look at this huge cock while you suck me clean.” My eyes lock on your hands stroking his man meat.
“Slut, are you enjoying the nice breakfast we prepared for you all night.” As the two of you laugh.
Your lover starts to moan “Slut, get your mouth up here, he is about to cum, and I think it is time you got his cum right from the source.”
I move my open mouth towards his cock, just as he is blowing a huge load you push my head down jamming his cock to the back of my throat, I have no choice but to swallow his warm thick load.
I gag and choke as the two of you embrace kicking me aside.
“slut get the fuck out of here, we are going to spend our day at the beach and pool. We will text you whenever we need something and you better be quick about it or there will be hell to pay when we get home.”
I leave the room and head back to your car and my backseat prison to await any texts. I am so happy that you were generous enough to share such a special valentine’s day with me.
It was fourteen years ago when I first met Bob and Dee. My wife and I were on a trip to South Dakota to met her brother and his wife. We arrived the same day in our motorhomes and Bob and Dee were traveling with them. We kicked around the Black Hills for 2 or 3 days before going our separate ways. I didn’t remember too much about them except that Bob carried a camera with him everywhere he went and I thought he was a nerd. As for Dee, I remember she had big boobs.
Over the years I knew my in-laws had become great friends with Bob and Dee. They did most everything together including camping, vacations and hotwife captions. This past week my sister-in-law called and said they were coming to town and wanted to stay with us for a few days. She said they had Bob and Dee with them.
They arrived on Tuesday and said they planned to stay until Saturday. My wife was at work when they got here and she wasn’t off until about 10 PM then she had to go back the next morning at 6 AM. It was my place to entertain the company.
We have an extra bedroom and I told my SIL that someone could use it instead of all four of them staying in the motorhome. She suggested that Bab and Dee could stay inside with us.
I am a young Senior and Dee is my age while Bob is eleven years older. Our visits the first night were enjoyable and I found Bob wasn’t the nerd I thought he was. Dee still had a nice body and even tho her boobs weren’t big like I remembered they were nice. The rest of her body was nice also. We talked about many different things and I showed my web site I have build. She seemed to be really interested it in. Bob was extra tired from traveling and wanted to turn in about 10:30 so they went to bed before my wife got home.
I always get up with my wife so the next morning I was up at 5 AM. After she left for work I was sitting in the family room at my computer when Dee came in. She walked up and stood beside me saying she would like to see those pictures I was talking about last night. She was still in her robe.
As I clicked on the pictures I wrapped my arm around her legs and kinda held her there, she didn’t seem to mind so I started exploring.
First I run my hand up and down her thigh on the outside of her robe then I let my hand rub over her ass cheeks. Again she didn’t move or try to stop. me so I got a little braver. I ran my hand all the way down to her ankle and as I started back up I went in under the robe. Now my hand was on her bare shin and she sure felt nice. Slowly I worked my way up to her cheeks again where I felt her panties for the first time. I pulled at the legs until my hand was under them cupping her bare ass cheeks.
I knew Bob should still be in bed and the bedroom was in the front of the house. The way my computer sits, we were there with our backs to the family room entrance. I guess he could have walked in on us at any time.
Not a word had been said so I run my hand down letting my fingers trail Thur the crack of her cheeks as I slid my hand between her legs from the rear. She moved a little while spreading her legs for me. I liked the way she was been submissive to my desires.I pushed my hand between her legs and into her wet cunt. It was hard from that angle to get too deep in her so she turned toward me resting her hands on my shoulder, I reached in the front of her panties where I finger fucked her a few minutes before hearing a noise. Bob was up and about. We broke apart right before he walked into the room. She asked me if she could use my wife’s computer to check her email, I said sure.
About an hour later my Sister-in-law wanted to go out for some city shopping so we all loaded in her car. Dee was in the back seat between Bob and I. It was all I could do not to take her in my arms and kiss her while feeling her nice body. We were out and about all day then we met my wife for dinner before going home. Like the night before everyone visited late into the night. After they had all gone to bed I logged on to check my email and this is what I found.
Dear Jack, It has been so long since a man has touched me the way you did and I thank you for it. I didn’t know what I have been missing lately until your fingers entered me and brought me to orgasm. I hope our few days together can be satisfying for both of us. Dee
In bed, I stroked myself before going to sleep.
The next morning I was up early with my wife as she dressed for work. She had just left when Dee came into the room where I was at my computer again. This time she walked up and stood facing me.
“I couldn’t sleep last night while I was thinking about you,” she said smiling.
“I’m sorry,” I responded as I reached under the bottom of her robe again. I moved my hand up her legs and as I got closer to her pussy she started spreading her legs for me. I wasn’t surprised when I felt her and found she didn’t have her panties on. She took my fingers like any Slut Wife should do then she bent over and lightly kissed my lips saying, “I wish we could find a way to fuck while I am here.”
“I wish we could too but I don’t know-how with everyone here.”
We don’t have to worry about Bob, it’s your Brother and Sis in law that we will have to worry about getting away from. Bob knows I’m out here now trying to get you to fuck me, in fact, he suggested it. We talked about it when I couldn’t sleep and I told him how you felt me yesterday.”
Her pussy was already getting wet from the fingering I was giving her. Her clit was hard and growing under my thumb. “If Bob doesn’t care and they are still in the camper why don’t you sit in the recliner and feed me some breakfast? It’s safe because they can’t get in until I unlock the door.” She pulled away and took a seat. She sits on the edge of the recliner and I knelt in front of her. Slowly she unbuttoned her robe from the bottom up for me.The smell of her juices gave me an instant hard-on as I buried my face between her wide open legs. I pulled her closer to the edge so I could get more of her. I licked from her clit all the way down through her slit to her ass where I tongue fucked her before going back up again. Then I started down again and she laid her legs over my shoulders, which gave me better access to her asshole. As I got close to it she pushed my head down and whispered, “Oh please, I’ve never had a man do that before, OH YES TONGUE FUCK ME!”
As I rimmed her hole she was holding my head in her hands and moaning with pleasure with every lick. At that time there was a knock on the door, it was my Sister-in-law. She said they were going to go get tires on the motorhome and wanted to know if we wanted to come along. Dee said she wanted to stay and do some washing but Bob could go. She went and brought in their dirty clothes. Soon we would be alone.
It was almost noon by the time they left. Dee had already put in her last load of wash and she was in taking a shower. As Bob left he stopped at the door and said, “enjoy yourselves.” I’m sure he knew we were going to fuck. I stripped and joined her in the shower. She was so beautiful and sexy with all the water running over her. Her nice big tits were creating a waterfall.
I took her into my arms and pulled her close. As I did I could feel her giving herself to my desires. I cupped her nice ass in my hands and let my fingers play in her crack. Slowly we kissed and I slipped my tongue deep into her open mouth. She started sucking my tongue and I felt her hand exploring my cock and balls. As she scratched my bag with her nails it sent excitement Thur-out my entire body. I rested a foot on the side of the tub to give her better access. My fingers were playing up and down her ass crack. She shuddered as I stopped to press ageist her rosebud. My finger started to enter her and as it did she sucked harder on my tongue. As my cock got harder she stroked it fasted and fasted. I knew I had to stop to keep from having premature ejaculation, As I pulled away she said, “I want you to fuck me, I want to feel you deep inside of me.”
I was laying on the bed when she sits down on my hard cock. Slowly she moved her nice ass up and down as she polished my rod. I could watch as it disappeared in and out of her wet cunt. She leaned forward and we kissed again. We fucked in many different ways before I filled her with my cream while fucking doggie style. After I pulled out cream was oozing from her well-fucked pussy. She turned to me and smiling she bent over taking my cock into her mouth to clean me up. As she licked and sucked I hoped I could get to her again.
As luck would have it we didn’t get together again before they left. As we were saying our good-bye’s I invited Bob and Dee back to visit again.
The scene: She is in her bed masturbating while her husband is watching TV in the living room. She has forgotten to draw the blinds, its dark outside and the lights in the room are on, she is completely exposed. Then she freezes, she notices the stranger right outside her window, watching intently. She is naked, her legs are spread and while one hand works a dildo inside her, the other holds a vibrator to her clit. The stranger sees everything, yet she can’t stop herself, she stares right at him as she pleasures herself.
And then she sees him walking to the french doors that lead from her room to the backyard, apparently, they were left unlocked tonight. Slowly, so slowly, he tries the latch and opens the door while she lies frozen, unable to move, unable to call out. He can hear the TV in the other room, but he is bold and without any words, he walks over to the bed and takes her by the hand, and stands her up. She is dripping wet, nipples hard, knees shaking as he looks her over, his hands on her tits, between her legs. She can see how hard he is through his jeans and that just makes her even wetter.
He pushes her down to her knees and undoes his belt and takes his cock out, jerking it off in front of her face. A thick cock, hard with a nice drip of cum on the end already. And then his hands are on the back of her head and his cock is in her mouth, in an instant. He pumps her mouth for a while, but she knows he wants more, she is right.
He stands her up again and turns her around and bends her over the edge of the bed. She feels so deliciously filthy as she notices she is consciously tilting her ass up for him, she wants that cock inside her and he is quick to take the invitation. Deep strokes, she takes it all, reaching down to touch herself as he fucks her faster, harder. She’s making some noise now, but she doesn’t care, she has given in entirely to the experience. And when she cums all over the stranger’s cock, he can’t hold it back any longer- he pulls out and shoots all over her ass and lower back.
It’s at this point that they both hear a long, low, “Ohhhhhhh” and notice that her husband is in the doorway watching, cock in hand, shooting some cum of his own just in time for them to see. Without a word, the stranger pulls up his pants and giving her cummy backside a playful spank, he leaves the way he came in. And as he looks back through the bedroom window, he sees the husband and wife embracing, his cum still dripping off her. He is glad he could help and so are they.
MFM fantasy she’d like to live out
Two men have met up to jerk off together but ooops, it turns out the house is not empty like they thought. As they quietly enter the bedroom, they find a woman in a nightgown and panties, mask over her eyes, asleep. She is restless and clearly having an erotic dream of some kind, her hand is between her legs, she’s gently touching herself.
The guys get really turned on by this and undress, begin touching each other. Then they get braver, hands run over her body, her breasts, between her legs. Carefully and without waking her, they slowly slip her panties off, hike up her nighty and part her legs. Very gently they begin to massage her clit and lips, slip a finger inside her. They need to taste her and they take turns licking, all the while making sure to not wake her up.
Since it’s clear that she’s not going to wake up, they make the logical decision that they should both fuck her, so someone carefully gets on top of her and with her body limp beneath him, starts to fuck her slowly and gently, firmly, deeply. The other begins to rub his cock on her lips and in her dream state, she opens her mouth and begins to lick and suck. Of course, they swap positions after a while.
When they can’t wait anymore, they lift her nighty higher to expose her breasts and begin to masturbate, touching themselves and each other, pulling on her hard nipples. It doesn’t take long until she has two loads of cum on her tits and stomach, the guys pull her nighty back down and leave the room, thankful she never did wake up.
The nice little stranger fantasy She has
The scene: She is in her bed masturbating while her husband is watching TV in the living room. She has forgotten to draw the blinds, its dark outside and the lights in the room are on, she is completely exposed. Then she freezes, she notices the stranger right outside her window, watching intently. She is naked, her legs are spread and while one hand works a dildo inside her, the other holds a vibrator to her clit. The stranger sees everything, yet she can’t stop herself, she stares right at him as she pleasures herself.
And then she sees him walking to the french doors that lead from her room to the backyard, apparently, they were left unlocked tonight. Slowly, so slowly, he tries the latch and opens the door while she lies frozen, unable to move, unable to call out. He can hear the TV in the other room, but he is bold and without any words, he walks over to the bed and takes her by the hand, and stands her up. She is dripping wet, nipples hard, knees shaking as he looks her over, his hands on her tits, between her legs. She can see how hard he is through his jeans and that just makes her even wetter.
He pushes her down to her knees and undoes his belt and takes his cock out, jerking it off in front of her face. A thick cock, hard with a nice drip of cum on the end already. And then his hands are on the back of her head and his cock is in her mouth, in an instant. He pumps her mouth for a while, but she knows he wants more, she is right.
He stands her up again and turns her around and bends her over the edge of the bed. She feels so deliciously filthy as she notices she is consciously tilting her ass up for him, she wants that cock inside her and he is quick to take the invitation. Deep strokes, she takes it all, reaching down to touch herself as he fucks her faster, harder. She’s making some noise now, but she doesn’t care, she has given in entirely to the experience. And when she cums all over the stranger’s cock, he can’t hold it back any longer- he pulls out and shoots all over her ass and lower back.
It’s at this point that they both hear a long, low, “Ohhhhhhh” and notice that her husband is in the doorway watching, cock in hand, shooting some cum of his own just in time for them to see. Without a word, the stranger pulls up his pants and giving her cummy backside a playful spank, he leaves the way he came in. And as he looks back through the bedroom window, he sees the husband and wife embracing, his cum still dripping off her. He is glad he could help and so are they.
Not sure where to start but what I am experiencing and living now, 12 years after I married my college sweetheart, has roots that go back to my late High School and early College days. At that time I seemed to be attracted to women who dated many men or who had the reputation of losing party-girl types. I was a bit naïve about sex but somehow I was attracted to women who were sexually active and especially if I knew the guy, or his reputation, that they were dating. Oh, I dated virgins like everyone else but the greatest attraction was to those with experience sexually, at least by reputation.
I had no idea where this came from as in college I certainly was not a wallflower or submissive, or at least I thought I was ‘normal’. I was on both my High School and College Swim teams and was not only on the All-University Congress but was President of my Fraternity my senior year. I dated normally but, as I said, tended to be most turned on my girls who had the reputation of being an “easy lay”. I did not know why I felt this way.
A bit about me: I am 5’ 10” and am now in my 40’s. In college, I weighed around 180 pounds and was fit from playing sports including swimming and squash. I was also an accomplished water skier including bare-foot skiing and jumping. I now weigh 170 pounds and still play squash but certainly not as fit as I once was. My endowment is average at 7” with a slight upward curve.
Girly stories
In College, I knew some of the guys who dated the girls I was most interested in. They were fraternity brothers or on the swim team and I knew that they were “ass men” who usually scored with the women they dated. At least this is what they bragged about around the house or in the locker room, where I learned that many of these “studs” had much larger cocks than I did. Actually, I did not doubt them as occasionally they would sneak one into their room at the Frat house and sometimes if his room was close to mine, I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex and moaning orgasms.
So, once I knew about a girl they had had sex with, I would try, often successfully, to meet them and ask them out. I guess I was a sympathetic ear as many of these girls would tell me how much they like this person or that one and occasionally they would tell me what they did with them. This always excited me a lot and when I got home I would masturbate to the memory of what they told me.
Occasionally I would date them long enough to have sex with them, but knew they had to be comparing me with at least a couple of the “studs” who I knew from the swim team or my Fraternity who were very well hung indeed. All of these girls saw more than one guy and none wanted to go out with me alone. Somehow this always excited me. By accepting them for who they have benefited me as I almost never sat home or went to movies alone.
As I was in college for longer than one degree, this type of dating went on for about six years until I met my present wife, Jennifer, who was a very attractive sexually active girl more than 5 years younger then I was. She was 5’6”, about 135 pounds, and had a body that is was not difficult to see why she attracted men like crazy. She was full-breasted and had an amazingly round and firm butt and legs that did not seem to end. I knew that she was like a magnet to many guys who I knew dated only those that “put-out” for them. This fact increased her attraction to me but she was one attractive lady who I would have dated under any circumstances.
We hit it off on many fronts but she insisted that she did not want to commit to one person even me, who she seemed to like very much. When Jen asked me if I was OK with her dating others I then knew that my answer would be “Yes” but I did not have the courage to tell her that her having sex with others excited me in an unexplained manner. I explained it that not only was I OK but she did not have to hide anything she did – that her dating was OK with me as I cared for her that much.
One of the things I loved was that her orgasms were very vocal. Sometimes the build-up of audible moans ended in almost screams as she had her orgasm and this never ceased to bring me off at the same time. Another factor in her bringing me to climax was that she had super vaginal muscle control, which at orgasm would spasmodically contract. No one could remain in control when this happened, I thought.
My promiscuous girlfriend and wife to be
So I continued to date her when we were both free, which with my Graduate School workload and her schedule was about once a week. For many reasons I knew that I was falling in love with her and I knew she cared for me. We began to talk about the future at which time she asked me straight out if the fact that she had been and was sexually active would affect our relationship negatively. I assured her the “the past is the past” and as long as she was not secretive that I was OK with whatever she did. I did not yet have the courage to tell her that her sexual activity turned me on greatly or that I hoped she would continue to be taken and used by others.
We dated like this for almost three years until after my graduation and while in my first job got an offer in another part of the state, I could not refuse. I talked about this opportunity with her and as she had a year left for her degree we agreed to try a long-distance romance and after her graduation, if we both still felt the same we would get married. I did not bring it up but knew very well that she would go on being sexually active as no woman I had ever met loved sex as much as my Jen did. Strangely, this excited me.
Jen did agree to be honest with me about who she was dating and I told her that she was free to choose not to marry me if after time and our separation she came to feel differently about me. Jen’s assurance that she wanted to be my wife as among all the men she had dated, I was the most loving and honest and she really did and would love me. In addition, our sex life was the best I had experienced and as she was on birth control pills we did not worry about getting pregnant unexpectedly. We left it at our agreement to see what happened.
That last week before I left for this new job we made love every night and sometimes more often. She kept saying that among all her lovers, I was the most gentle and tender and she felt safe in my arms like nothing she had experienced with others. She was able to tell me this knowing that, to her, my response was that I was OK with her being active sexually and she trusted me enough to be able to be honest with me.
She even started to feel free to tell me about some of her dates and even about those she had been seduced by. That sex after she would tell me of an adventure was the greatest may have been missed by her but certainly not by me even as I did not understand why at the time. After some dates, her orgasm was so loud that I worried that my neighbors would complain.
Well, we made it for the year and made plans to get married. When it became known, some of my old friends from the swim team and fraternity brothers tried to tell me to think twice about this decision as she had the reputation of being a wild one. A few went as far as asking me if I trusted her, and things like “did you know I heard that she fucked the whole basketball team at one party”. I had not known many of the things they told me but told them that I loved her and the past was the past. Of course, what I heard turned me on frightfully whether it was true or not.
Happily married
After we were married and moved to the big city life went on almost idealistically. Jen was able to get a job within weeks of our moving and or love/sex life was the best. Nothing was said but I suspected and later had affirmed that Jen was ‘cheating’ on me and getting some sex outside of our marriage. This made me jealous and excited at the same time. I did not want to confront her as, for some reason, I wanted her to have pleasure when she wanted it but what I really wanted was to watch her being taken by a lover.
There were hints like her getting home late or having to be out of town for a few days supposedly for business and then I would find her panties in the bottom of the dirty clothes basket that was thick with dried goo (cum) and the unmistakable smell of cum. That there was always a packet of condoms in her purse was another giveaway.
One evening when I had gotten home from a trip a day early, she came home and had obviously been partying. I pretended not to notice and because I was glad to see her I gave her a big hug and a bigger kiss. The smell and unmistakable taste of semen in her mouth got me hard as a rock. She noticed my hard-on and must have put two and two together as she asked me directly if knowing that she had been unfaithful was the cause of my excited state. I told her that it definitely was and that even knowing that she had been with someone else was somehow and unexplainable to me a real turn-on.
What followed was a watershed of two people who love each other crying from the happiness that secrets would become a thing of the past. She told me of some recent trysts and how they made her feel. At one point she told me again that I was her true soul mate and that she now knew that I loved her and would love her even when she was unfaithful, which she admitted was likely to be often as she had an almost uncontrollable urge to have sex with a man if he came on to her with ‘desire” and ‘lust’ in his voice and actions.
She was happy that I would still be there if she got home late and full of cum. At this point, I still did not have the courage to tell her that I wanted, in the worst way, to watch her being taken and that I desired to see her being satisfied by another man.
Nurturing her unfaithfulness
In the months that followed I often brought home gifts of a fancy and sexy bra and panty sets that I knew she enjoyed wearing when she was stepping out with one lover or another. All along my desire to see her being fucked by a well-endowed man remained a fantasy. Actually, it almost drove me nuts with sexual excitement when I would find her panties thick with dried cum.
Jen would tell me in advance about a coming date and when she would come home I would get a summary of what she had done but always had the feeling that there was so much more than she did not tell me. With time, my wife became bolder and even had some of the men come to the house to pick her up. Before she left she would always give me a big kiss and tell me she loved me and to not wait up.
At one point I was doing well enough for us to get a timeshare apartment in the Caribbean hoping that we would have most of our time together swimming, sailing, and fishing. We made friends mostly of older people who, I guess, had more leisure time. One year we brought some gifts to a friend of my wife’s sister and her husband. His name was George and he was a retired executive. His wife was Alleen and she still ran a small shop in town. They were great showing us all around the island in our rented car but I couldn’t help but notice that despite George’s age, which I gathered was in his mid-sixties, he was particularly attentive to Jen. That he was black intrigued me even more.
When George’s wife was not around his hands were nearly always touching Jen’s shoulder or her waist or arms. Once when I came in I saw his hand on her butt. When he saw me he instantly reverted to normal behavior. As we were on an island far from home it occurred to me that maybe this was the chance to get Jen to let me watch. One day I had the opportunity to talk to George alone while we were out and we started talking about how I noticed that he liked Jen. He pretended innocence so I just came out with telling him that if he wanted to play with Jen, he had my permission and approval as long as I was nearby and it was not done in secret. He seemed surprised and questioned me further so I told him that I have always had the strong desire to see my loving wife being “satisfied by another man”.
Well, from then on he did not stop touching her when I was around (and his wife wasn’t). At night when we were in bed, I told Jen that I was sure that George was attracted to her and what did she think. She then told me that she knew that he wanted her as when they were alone he always found a reason to hug her, fondle her bottom, and one time kissed her. She then told me that she saw that he got hard sometimes when around her. I told her that I loved her and hoped that she did whatever she wanted to do. We made very passionate love that night. Jen’s louder than usual orgasm attested to her being turned on by the possibility of being taken by George at some point in this vacation.
Seeing her getting fucked for the first time
The next day we were to pick George and his wife up to go to an event that was to take place on the island. When we arrived at their house and went to the door George told us that his wife Alleen had to go into town to her sisters and would not be going with us. So, he said that before we went we had time for a drink or two. I noticed that he was more open with his touching of Jen’s body and even sat next to her on the davenport with his arm casually around her shoulders. As I did not object, he had his approval to continue and he did.
After a couple of drinks, I had to go to the bathroom so I excused myself to go and relieve myself. Before I flushed I quietly peered into the living room and sure enough, they were kissing and he was already playing with my wife’s breasts. As I stood there watching, I saw him place my wife’s hand on his lap and he loosens the top of her sundress and slides his hands down to her bare breasts and then I heard her moan.
He looked up at a point and looked me square in the eyes as he unbuttoned my wife’s top and bared her breasts for his hands to play with. He then opened his fly to expose his cock. I then saw Jen take his cock in her hand and then I knew my dream was about to come true. I was surprised at how long and large George’s cock was but did not get to see it for long as he guided my wife’s head down until she opened her mouth to take what she could in. Then all I could see was her head bobbing up and down and George moaning and telling her in a normal voice to “suck it like a good little girl”.
This went on for several minutes with George saying loud enough for me to hear such things as “suck it good girl” and “you love black cock don’t you” and what really go to me and almost made me cum was, “After I cum in your throat we’ll see how your pussy feels.”
It didn’t take too long before I knew he was cumming in my wife’s throat as his moans grew louder and my wife was clearly swallowing a mouthful. George then told my wife to take off the rest of her clothes, while she was stripping George stood up and also undressed. For a 65+-year-old man, he had an absolutely fantastic muscular body looking much more fit than any 65-year-old man I had ever seen.
His cock was longer by an inch or two but much thicker around than mine. I knew that my wife was in for some good fucking. He told her to stand before him when she was down to her panties. He then slowly lowered them while playing with her bottom saying, “My god, you have a beautiful ass, I am going to love fucking it”.
As we had not done that, I had a twang of jealousy as I wondered if she would let him but hoping that she would so I could see it being done on the woman I loved. Once she stepped out of her panties he pulled her to his mouth and began licking her pussy to her great pleasure as indicated by audible gasps and moans. She looked over at me and our gaze met. I saw pleasure, lust, and love in her eyes.
He then turned her around and looking back at me he said to her, “Bend over so I can get you ready for my cock”. He then proceeded to lick her pussy and anus alternately to her great pleasure. As he was licking her she kept saying, ”god that feels good” and “don’t stop”. Then she had her first climax audible moaning and almost screaming in pleasure, in ways I have not experienced with her.
George then asked her what she wanted to do next. She responded “put it in” to which he said “That was not very enthusiastic, put what in? My wife then said, “Put your cock in me”. His response was “Is that all? Tell me what you really want”. “Beg for it”. Guess she really wanted to get fucked as this started a torrent of “please fuck me with your big cock, please” followed by “please fuck me with your big black cock now, Please” and I want you to fuck me now” as she lay on the couch and spread her legs.
George then asked her if this was OK with her husband to which she replied, “Oh yes but even if it is not I want to be fucked”. George literally pounced on her and with only a few stokes was buried in my wife’s pussy to his balls. This triggered a second large orgasm and pleas of “More.. Faster… Fuck me good” and that is what he did. I had never dreamed my wife could take such a pounding as she screamed to at least a couple of orgasms.
As he had just cum in her mouth he was able to pound her for what seemed an hour but was probably more like 20 minutes. I had pulled my cock out and had cum twice watching, the first without even touching my self. When he finally grunted and released his cum the second time I was able to see his contractions and cum oozing out of my wife’s vagina. God, what a site, which I will never forget as it was the first time I actually saw my wife making love or rather fucking someone else and I was able to witness how vastly different his lovemaking was from mine as he used my wife for his carnal pleasure. To hear her moan through orgasms was the highlight but more was to come.
Once he pulled out he pushed my wife’s head to his groin and ordered her to “Clean it up good girl, there is more to come”. My wife took as much of his momentarily flaccid cock in her mouth as she could and while she was cleaning his cock and bringing it back to life George turned to me and said, “I really enjoyed fucking your wife and looking forward to many more times” then, “That is OK with you isn’t it to which I said in a rather quiet voice, chocking back the emotion of jealousy and envy, “yes, of course”.
After he was hard again he got up and lifted my wife into his arms and carried her down the hall to his bedroom. As they passed me Jen’s and my eyes met and whereas nothing was said, the smile she had on her lips and the look in her eye said that she loved me but wanted to be fucked again by our host, George.
I followed them down the hall and got a glimpse of the room with the bed but George closed the door with his foot telling me that he wanted privacy. So there I was out in the hall listening to the moans and groans and utterances of pleasure from my wife and the bedsprings creaking and headboard hitting the wall at a very fast rate indeed. After my wife’s second orgasm the noise stopped and I heard George tell my wife to “turn over and get up on your knees”. After some almost screams of delight, my wife yelled, “God I love it this way, don’t stop” – “please don’t’ stop”.
I knew he was fucking her from behind doggie fashion and I knew that this was her most favorite position but I did not know that she would have so many orgasms doing it this way. It was hard just to listen and not see what was going on but I did not want to spoil my wife’s enjoyment and I really was hearing her enjoy the fucking she was getting. After what seemed like forever the bouncing stopped and George said, “I want that ass” to which my wife said, “I don’t think I can take you in there as you are so big”. What I heard next got me instantly hard as George said, “Just relax it will be OK” then “I want your ass to be mine”. “I just love fucking white girls asses”.
I couldn’t take it any longer so I very quietly opened the door a crack and saw that he already had the bulbous head of his cock past her anal sphincter and as she moaned he kept inching his monster into her anus. Seemed to take forever until be was all the way in and now the utterances from my wife were oohhs and aahhs. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing with my own eyes as he went in and out of her well-lubricated ass. Wow, some site. I couldn’t help myself, as the scene was so exciting, as I masturbated to a record, for me, the third climax.
As they were nearing the end of their session, I ducked out to go back to the living room to relive what I had witnessed. I loved my wife more than ever as she trusted me enough to let herself go, in front of me.
Soon they came out of the bedroom and went into the bathroom for what I thought was a shower. Yes, it was for a shower but when I heard more moans I peeked in the bathroom and George was fucking my wife for the third time; this time against the shower wall. She had her legs wrapped around him and was bouncing up and down moaning pleasurably with each bounce. I had to admit that his stamina and power amazed me and I knew that we would be seeing him again this trip and in future years.
When she finally came out of the bathroom she picked up her clothes that were on the floor and dressed while I watched. Even that was exciting as it reminded me as to why she was naked in the first place. She then came over to where I was sitting and sat on my lap, hugged me, and told me that she loved me and hoped I really enjoyed watching, for the first time, her getting fucked by someone. I assured her that I loved him more than ever and very much enjoyed watching her receive such pleasure.
When George came out he sat down and we began anew our previous conversation about the island’s history as if nothing unusual had been happening. At one point he asked me if I liked “Cricket” which I told him that I knew so little about it that I was not sure if I liked it or not. I admitted that I was curious as we had been coming o the island for a few years and had not yet seen a Cricket game.
He then invited us back in two nights as the Caribbean team was playing the Indian team in India and it was to be televised. He said that ‘they’ were having some friends over and would love to teach me and us what Cricket was all about. At the time I thought that it was he and his wife and some of their friends but I was to learn, women rarely come to watch Cricket.
An orgy of men with my wife in the middle
I guess I should not have been surprised when we arrived at his home two nights later that his wife was gone and two of his buddies were already drinking beers as the pre-match festivities were on. George gave my wife a long hug and an equally long kiss, which I saw as showing off to his friends. Soon after we arrived two more of his friends arrived. After introductions were made all around, Jen and I got a lesson about Cricket so we would know what was happening.
George sat on the couch next to my wife with me on the other side as the match started. As we watched he and his friends told us what was happening and how they expected the present batter to get a “Century”. Heck, I did not even know what a “Century” meant. I was a little anxious as he rather soon had his hands on my wife’s legs going up and down under he skirt and it had to be obvious to his 4 friends what he was doing. He then put his arm around her and started almost casually feeling her breasts and I could feel her getting excited as I knew well how sensitive her breasts were.
I heard and I am sure the others heard George ask my wife how she enjoyed her last visit. I could see where this was going and felt my heart racing with this rather unexpected turn of events. Here was a room with 6 men and my wife and I sensed that 5 of them were going to pleasure themselves with my wife. Nothing was said but I saw 4 pair of eyes watching more what was happening on the couch than what was on the television screen. When Jen was hesitant to answer, George asked her if she wanted him again. Her response was a nod but I saw smiles around the room.
George’s hands had been under my wife’s dress as had to be obvious to all in the room. He then said aloud to me “Chris, your wife is a very horny lady as she is wet already”, followed by, “Help me remove her panties”. I had not expected this to happen but slowly reached under my wife’s skirt and lowered them first to her knees and then off while searching for a signal from her eyes. I couldn’t help myself at this point as I put them to my nose and inhaled the aphrodisiac I had come to know of the scent of my wife’s pre-cum lubrication. I was uncomfortably hard.
While George was making out with my wife next to me and I was inhaling the evidence of my wife’s readiness from her very moist panties, one of the guys came over and said, “Let me smell your wife’s pussy” at which I reluctantly passed him her panties. Soon they were being passed around to all of the guys who were all smiles as they inhaled her smell.
George then got up and pulled my wife to him and while they were hugging, he raised her skirt baring her bottom to the room while he played with it. He then turned with her and walked down the short hall to his bedroom all the while fondling my wife’s bare bottom for all to see. They went into the bedroom and I fought the urge to go watch as the 4 guys were too close by and I felt I had to be brave especially as they were all looking at me as often as they were the spectacle of my wife’s bare bottom.
They started talking among themselves about what a great find George had made and they could hardly wait to get into her and have her suck them off. They seemed to be bragging what I heard was, in fact, likely to happen. They talked about my beautiful wife as if I was not there and what they were going to do. At one point one of them asked me “Is it true that this is your wife?” My nod was met with “Is she always this sexy?”. Again I only nodded as I was too embarrassed to speak.
It had been quiet in the bedroom but now the room was filled with loud moans ending in a long scream, which told me that she was being pleasured indeed. At that point, the guys all started to undress and talk among themselves as to who goes first. I had expected that they would want to fuck my wife but now I knew that it was going to happen. What I saw in the room was four guys and all different cocks just like in the locker rooms back in college.
One was my size or a bit smaller in the 7-inch range with a large head. A couple was larger and about the size of George’s at an estimated 9 to 10 inches but they were sure different. One had a gigantic head as large as a large plum and the other was thick at the base and almost tapered and the crown was the smallest diameter. The last was a monster in terms of both lengths (10 to 11 inches estimate) and diameter. Knowing that my wife was going to feel and maybe suck all of these had my juices flowing.
After what seemed like an eternity George came out and almost immediately one of the guys with his cock at full mast sauntered down the hall and into the bedroom. He must have started fucking her almost immediately as the sounds the bed squeaking and of a new orgasm filled the room. There were ‘high-fives’ around the room. George sat next to me and told me “Thanks for coming over and the offer of sex with your wife” and that “Your Jen is some woman who just cannot seem to get enough sex” “How do you keep up with her”. I am not sure he really wanted an answer but said it just to be sure his friends knew the situation.
When the first guy came out he told his buddies that “George’s girl is one hot fuck”. Who’s up for round three”. The next was one of those with a cock the size of Georges but with the large head and he started down the hall commenting as he went so we could all hear, “Girl, are you ready for more lov’in” “Here I come, get your mouth ready”.
For a while, it was quiet, which told me that he had her sucking him. I really wanted to watch but it seemed that this was not going to happen. After a rather long period of no sounds, once again the bed was squeaking and hitting the wall followed by the very sexy and familiar moans and wails of an intense orgasm. Then it was quiet, out he struts saying for all to hear, “Showed her what a good fuck was like” and amid snickers from his buddies he sat down to watch the match.
Jen later told me that he first put his cock to her lips and said: “Suck it babe”. She told me that she loved the large velvety soft ‘helmet’. She also told me that after he came in her mouth he remained hard and simple impaled her when she was on her back. “he was good and I had a couple of great orgasms.
The next to go down the hall was the guy with a cock my size or maybe a bit smaller but he was what looked like very hard and sticking out as he went into the room. Again it was silent fro a while and then the bed started squeaking and Jen was heard moaning with what must have been each stroke. This went on for a long time and finally, we heard what must have been an orgasm but it was not as loud as the others.
Jen later told me that he made her lie on her stomach and then get up on her knees. He first licked everything from her clitoris to and including her anus. Than he told her that he wanted her ass which is what he did. “When he was done and had deposited his load in my bowels”, he told her that she had the best ass he had ever fucked and said that the next time he wanted her to suck him off.
When he came out with an ear-to-ear smile he said to the group that “that girl has the best ass I have ever had” “I can hardly wait to do her again” as he again smiled broadly and sat down to watch the match. Then the last guy, the one with the gigantic cock got up and said to the group, “Now she will see what a real cock can do” as he sauntered down the hall.
When he entered the room Jen was heard to say, “Wow, I’m going to love that one”. Then all we heard was he saying, “Yes, suck it good babe”. As he was speaking loud enough for all of us to hear in the living room, it was clear that he was a show-off. Well, he may have been but in a bit we heard the bed hitting the wall and I counted three orgasms as well as oohhs and aahhs and her saying, “Please don’t stop” as she had multiple orgasms.
Jen later told me that when he came in the room he first asked her to get him harder with her mouth. She said to me, “Hon. He was so big that I could hardly get past a couple of inches but he did get hard”. Then she said, ”He was so big that I had my first orgasm as he was entering me. He had great staying power and as you must have heard, I had several orgasms”
It was almost an hour before he came out of the room with a cocky grin and a flaccid penis. George was about to go back to the bedroom when his phone rang. From what he was saying it was clear that it was his wife as he rather frantically motioned for the guys to get dressed. When he hung up he told them that his wife and some girlfriends were on their way so they better get dressed and cleaned up quickly. He told them that they could stay but they all thought it better if they leave. “India was too far ahead anyway”.
I went down the hall to the bedroom to get this message to the love of my life and she sure looked satisfied and well fucked. Giving her a kiss, I tasted the distinctive taste of semen, which got me hard instantly. I told her that I loved her but Alleen was on her way home so the “party” had to stop for now. She jumped out of bed telling me to grab her clothes and headed for the bathroom. I rounded up her clothes and brought them to her in the bathroom just as she was getting into the shower.
When I went back into the living room the guys who had all just fucked my wife were saying goodbye to George and then to me they all shook my hand and said in one way or another that “Your wife is the sexiest woman I have been within a long time and I really enjoyed the sex” One of them said, “Sure wish I could turn my wife into a “Hot-Wife””. I told him that I had nothing to do with her love of sex, which started in college before I met her. A couple of them thanked me and asked if we might do this again. I told them that it is always up to my wife but anything is possible.
After they left, I turned around to see George going into the bathroom so I quietly followed him. What I saw startled me as Jen was sitting on the commode naked and sucking George’s cock. He kept saying, “suck it good, babe and I will give you what you want”. As this continued, I got worried that Alleen might come home and this was not what I wanted to happen.
After George loudly erupted in my wife’s throat, he grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. When I saw what was going to happen I asked him if he wasn’t worried about his wife coming home while he was in bed with Jen. He then said, “Heck, she will not be home for a few hours as she never comes back until the Cricket match is over for the day” then he added, “These horny guys would have continued to fuck your wife all day and I wanted some more of her, uninterrupted, for myself”.
The smile on my wife’s face said it all and she then said, “Hon, come watch, I love it when you are around to see me being made love to”, “ I get even more excited when you are near”, so I followed them to the bedroom as I was determined to not miss a thing.
Well, for the next 2 hours I watched as George fucked all of my wife’s holes. His first cum was in her throat and after she sucked him to hardness, which did not take long at all. He then proceeded to fuck her in every position I could imagine. Her largest screaming orgasm was when he did her from behind doggie fashion, which I know is her favorite.
He had amazing staying power and stamina for a 65+-year-old. He kept up the chatter of ”You are the best fuck I have had in years”, and ”That’s it, girl, contract those muscles, take all of my load”, and, “Ride ‘em cowboy” (when she was straddling him and supplying the action).
For her part she was having almost continuous orgasms and kept saying, “You feel so good, don’t stop”, and “Honey, he fills me so well”, and “More, more, more, I want more”. Most of her orgasms were of the ‘screaming’ type, which I do not hear that often when we make love.
After his second load, it took a bit longer for him to get hard but when he was he lubed up my wife’s ass and slipped it in her hole as if they had done this forever. My Jen was moaning like crazy and said, “Oh, his big cock fills me so good, I do not want it to stop”. It took a while but he finally deposited his load in my wife’s bowels. I thought that this would be the end of this visit but I was wrong. George got up to go to the bathroom and take a quick shower and came back with a hard-on. My wife welcomed him back with legs spread apart and open arms.
This last one was, to me, almost the best as George slowly and deeply brought my Jen to orgasm after orgasm with her legs hooked over her shoulders. This was the first time that I could actually see a cock going in and out of her vagina. A real turn-on and my feelings of love were never higher. Yes, I had pangs of jealousy and thoughts about where this would all end but the feeling of joy that my Jen was being pleasured won out. When he finally came he rolled over and said, “Not sure I could do that again as good a fuck as she is”. Made me very proud of my Jen.
They went to take a shower and I went back to the living room to relive what I had seen. Loved every minute of it. They came out all dressed as if nothing happened and Jen came to sit beside me on the couch. We kissed and hugged and she thanked me saying, “your being present was the best and got me so hot, I couldn’t believe it”. She then told me, again, that she wanted me present if we ever do this again. I remember thinking that now I would get my lifelong fantasies fulfilled.
We talked about a number of things for an hour more and when Alleen came home. I guess she assumed that we had been like this all day watching the Cricket match. Soon after we left as we were leaving the next day and we needed to pack. We said our goodbyes and George walked us to our car.
While walking out to the car he mentioned that he now has time to travel especially to see the US crazy sports such as American type ‘football’. When he asked if he would be welcome if he were to come to our area of the US, we both said “definitely, “we have a room for you as well as a bed for all of us”. We all laughed at that but I felt that it just might happen. As we pulled away he said “see you next year if I do not see you before”.
I was in total denial the first time I discovered Karen was cheating on me. I refused to believe it, ‘how could my beautiful wife of eight years, the love of my life, the one woman whom I’ve chosen to build a life with, throw everything away?’ I was simply in denial.
Karen came from acentric beauty. She towered over me at 6ft, with long brown hair, high cheekbones, red luscious lips, and an amazing toned physique; she turned heads anywhere she went. She got attention anywhere she went. I certainly was lucky to have her and I must admit, I felt like a king the first time we slept together.
Alas, things have dwindled in recent years. My work keeps me very busy, I work in finance and my job can get rather stressful. With all my work stress and my want to secure a financial future for us, I suppose I neglected her a tad. Karen was flesh and blood woman and I guess I was never there for her…. That combined with the fact that when I overthink; I go flaccid. Erectile dysfunction is no laughing matter and given my hectic schedule, my stress, and my other transgressions, when it finally came to time to step up to the plate, my little fella just wasn’t up for it. I guess you could say she was frustrated…. I had no idea it would lead to my becoming a pathetic cuckold.
The first time she cheated on me, I simply refused to believe it. I just pretended that everything was just as it always was….. I guess it made things worse. I was forced to confront the situation one afternoon when I walked in on them in the act.
I couldn’t believe what I saw as I opened the door to our bedroom. There was my wife, on all fours being pounded from behind by some able-bodied macho man. I had never taken my wife this way, even when I was able to get it up, I always stuck to plain old missionary and we rarely broke a sweat…. Now here I was watching two bodies glistening in sweat with my wife screaming ‘fuck me stud! Fuck me with that big fat cock’. I stood there watching for a while until they finished.
I’m ashamed to admit; I broke down and cried before them.
Hours later I sat in the kitchen as Karen explained to me that she still loved me and that her relationship with ‘Andre’ was merely physical.
I was a wimp, I was weak… I always have been. I didn’t want to lose her and I certainly didn’t want to be alone.
“I’m so sorry honey. But, we don’t make love anymore. I understand that you can’t function as a man anymore, but I have needs” She did make a valid point.
“What should we do now? Therapy?” I asked
“No, no therapy. We don’t need it. Everything is perfect. I love you and you love me. I look after you and our home and you are an excellent provider. But, I will continue to see Andre on the side in order to satisfy my physical needs. It’s just sex”
So, from then on I was a cuckold. An impotent cuckold.
For a while, everything seemed normal. Until Andre had to relocate for work.
This led to her going out with some of her friends from work until the late hours of the night and sometimes coming home with strangers. Over time she refused to even share a bed with me and suggested I move into the guest bedroom; which ultimately became my room.
Over a period of eight months, I counted 12 different lovers.
Of course she still loved me and in no way was she ever cruel or mean to me…. But this soon changed when I lost my job and she became the sole income earner in the household.
Lounging around the house all day eventually took its toll and I could tell she was getting fed up with me. So I suggested we go away somewhere, just the two of us. I was going to plan on rekindling our relationship and hopefully try to make love to my wife again and reclaim my lost manhood. I had purchased some Viagra through a mutual friend and was desperate to show her that I can be all that she needs.
Unfortunately, she had other ideas.
When I suggested we go away, she was overjoyed but insisted she choose the destination. It was then that she pulled out a pamphlet to show me titled ‘The Cuck and Bull Resort’. My stomach turned and I was overcome with a real sense of loss…. Will I ever get to fuck my beautiful wife again?
“Oh stop pouting! It’ll be fun. Fun for both of us. I’ll spend all day with the bulls and you’ll get to service all the spent and satisfied women after they’ve been fucked” There were no formal staff at the resort and I was later to learn that all the husbands or ‘cuckboys’ as we were referred to, would do all the chores; change the sheets, prepare the meals and of course provide services to the wives as well as the bulls.
“I don’t know about this Karen.” I pouted.
“You want me to be happy don’t you?” she teased
“Yes dear” I said hanging my head in shame
“Great! I’ll make the reservations”
The Cuck and Bull Resort was located on a secluded island way out in the Dominican Republic. In order to get there, we had to take two planes and yacht and finally, a ferry.
This place was simply paradise; with tropical wildlife, palm trees, and a lavish five-star resort complete with eight Olympic sized swimming pools, a large hall, a ballroom as well as other familiar amenities.
As soon as we arrived, we were ushered into a large hall where other couples awaited further instructions; we stood before a sign that read ‘Cuck Orientation’. In total, I counted another eight couples. That’s eight drop-dead gorgeous women, dominant wives. Some were as young as 25 and others were as old as 60 but all were stunners. The men on the other hand, much like myself looked defeated, weak and submissive. I could tell most of them didn’t want to be there and they certainly weren’t trying to make eye contact with anyone. So, just like them I hung my head in shame and looked at my feet as my wife broke out and went to mingle with the other hotwives.
Moments later, the curator arrived, taking her place on the stage. Introducing herself as Beth, she had founded the Cuck and Bull Resort to quench her own sexual desires. This woman, although mature was honest to god knockout. With short blonde hair and a muscular physique, she carried herself with confidence and demanded respect.
“Ladies and Cucks, welcome to the Cuck and Bull Resort. I am Beth, your curator. Before we take care of housekeeping, I’ll give you ladies a chance to say goodbye to your husbands, you won’t see them for two weeks. Here at the Cuck and Bull Resort, we typically keep spouses apart. Cucks! You will be attending to the wives here at the resort, but not your own.”
Karen came to me and kissed me on the cheek, “Be good cuckboy and make sure you do as you’re told. I spent a lot of money on this and I don’t want you to ruin my fun. Promise me you’ll be good!”
“I promise,” I said, too ashamed to look at her.
Before too long the husbands were ushered to the other side of the hall.
“And now Ladies, I’d like to introduce you to the Bulls. Choose carefully, they’ll be your lover for the next two weeks” Beth announced.
As one more humiliation, the defeated husbands were forced to watch as their wives chose another man to be their companion for the next fortnight. They came out all at once and I must admit, I was instantly intimidated. They all sported similar builds, almost reminiscent of bodybuilders. Three of the eight men were black, two were Latino and the remaining three were white. They beamed masculinity and smelt of testosterone… I could literally feel my penis retract further inside me.
To my shock, almost all of the women flocked to the black men first. My wife was lucky enough to choose the object of her desire without any problems. She chose ‘Terrance’ a six foot, black body builder; with broad shoulders, a barrel chest and an obvious bulge in his pants, in other words, big black and hung… the opposite of me. Terrance, much like the other bulls, was dressed only in briefs.
I watched in agony and jealousy as my wife ran her fingers across his manly chest, looking up at him with lust in her eyes… I remember when she used to look at me that way. All hope was lost.
Soon enough, the cucks were eventually led into a smaller darker hall with grey walls. This room was damp and cold. We all stood there in silence, eight grown men too ashamed to make eye contact with each other.
After what seemed like an eternity, the moderators entered. There were three of them in total and they all appeared to be under the age of 25…. All were bombshells. They all wore the same uniform, a skin-tight white jumpsuit. First, there was Rita, a no nonsense busty blonde, then there was Michelle a fit and toned brunette and lastly there was Helen a slim blonde.
Rita walked up onto the stage as the others stood towards the back of the room.
“You have no rights here. You will always do as you are told! By us, by the wives and even by the Bulls! No questions asked! If a Bull wants to butt-fuck you, you say yes sir and bend over! Do I make myself clear!?!?”
Then and there, I made the mistake of making direct eye contact with her….”You!” she called out to me.
“Get up here on the stage beside me” she demanded.
Hesitantly, with a knot in my stomach I made my way up onto the stage and stood next to the busty goddess. “Why are you here?” she asked me.
“Why am I here?”
She slapped me hard across the face; it almost sent me over on my ass. I could hear the other men wincing. I could hear the other women snickering. I clutched my burning face and looked at her innocently.
“Never answer me with a question cuckboy!…. Now, why are you here!?” she asked again.
“I’m here because I can’t satisfy my wife”
The three bombshells erupted in laughter.
“Who else can’t satisfy their wives? Let’s see a show of hands!”
One by one, each of the men raised their hands.
Rita smirked, “You are here because you’ve either got a limp cock or a small willy! Either way, you can’t pleasure your wives. But don’t worry, they’ll be screaming in ecstasy for the next two weeks non-stop!”
Rita looked directly at me, “Strip cuckboy!” She turned to the others, “All of you strip… and put your clothes in a pile beside you, you’ll get them back in two weeks.”
Hesitantly, I slowly began the arduous task of removing my clothes. Buying time, I began with my socks, then my belt…. By the time I reached my shirt, I noticed everyone else had already disrobed.
“Hurry up cuckboy!!” she screamed at me, “I can tell you are going to be a problem!”
Being up there on the stage, with all eyes on me, I felt so utterly exposed and vulnerable. I removed my shirt, “Nice tits!” Helen yelled out. I removed my trousers and then…. It was the moment of truth. I never thought I had a small penis, but in my current flaccid state, I must have looked so ridiculous.
All three girls erupted in laughter, “Oh, that explains allot!” Rita announced, “Did you know Bulls have a 9inch minimum requirement?… I guarantee you, your wife will never look at you the same again!” more fits of laughter followed.
“It looks like a little button! No wonder you can’t satisfy your wife! What do you have to say for yourself cuckboy?”
“My wife never complained about my size, I just can’t get it up anymore” I protested in my haste
More laughter followed, this time from some of the other cucks.
“Oh really? So you’re a shrimp dicked impotent cuck? That’s precious!” Rita laughed, “A flaccid little noodle! Awww, how cute!!” Helen chimed in.
“Bend down and touch your toes cuckboy!” Rita demanded.
I desperately wanted this to end, so I figured ‘just comply with their orders and they’ll leave you alone’. I bent over and touched my toes, my ass up in the air. “You are going to be my example!” As if she were teaching a class, she announced, “If anyone misbehaves, pretends to be a man or disobeys an order you’ll end up just like…. What’s your name cuckboy?” she asked me.
“N..N.. Nick, my name is Nick miss.”
“Well, from now on, your name is Nancy!” she announced.
I looked down at my peers, feeling every little bit humiliated, ‘at least my wife isn’t here to see this’ I thought to myself. Some of the other cucks were actually enjoying my torment, others were horrified…. But most were enjoying the show. Before I could comprehend my thoughts, I felt something hard, wet and slimy being penetrated up into my anus. I squirmed and flinched.
“I’ve just inserted a pickle into your sissyhole! Nancy, I want you to do three laps around this hall with the pickle lodged up your ass. If the pickle falls out, we shall replace it with something bigger and you’ll have to start over! Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes miss” Slowly, I rose and made my way down the steps where I proceeded to do three laps around the hall, all the while Rita spoke, “If you think this is humiliating, imagine doing it in front of your wives and all the Bulls and the staff! Faster Nancy! Pick up the pace!!!”
As I started the third lap, Helen and Michelle gave me a series of hard wacks to the behind. I yelped as my ass felt like it was on fire… Thankfully, the pickle didn’t fall out of my ass. Rita came down off the stage and ordered me to bend over once more and touch my toes.
I felt her fish around inside my anus and pull out the slimy pickle. With that she handed it to me and ordered, “eat it!” Hesitantly, I took the pickle and slowly chewed on it.
“The next few days we’ll teach you all to be proper, pricy little sissies. We’ll teach you how to dress, how to present yourselves, how to prepare a bed, how to prepare meals and most importantly, how to clean a spent cock”
I hesitantly swallowed, almost passing out from disgust, shame and humiliation.
What came next was a series of daunting and embarrassing rituals that will forever be tattooed into my memory.
Firstly, we were ordered to line up side by side as Michelle wondered up and down eyeing each and every one of us up and down. With that, we were arranged in order from most feminine to least feminine. I was somewhere in the middle for that. I knew I wasn’t in the best shape of my life, but my man boobs and slight gut, I think, put me over that scale.
Next was the penis size test. Michelle once again paced up and down holding a tape measure… With that she proceeded to measure each and every one of us, starting at the end of the line, with the most feminine male.
Dale was pale and thin and, could very well pass for a woman if he wore a dress… unfortunately; he was moved to the front of the line when his member engorged to its very impressive size of seven and a half inches. He was named then and there, the ‘headcuck’ and if there were no women or Bulls around, we’d take orders from him, since he was the closest thing to a man amongst us fellow cucks.
Michelle made her way down the line, proceeding to measure all of us. Most men sprouted modest boners as soon as she approached… but me, I was just so bloody nervous. I hung there, pathetically in my flaccid state. “Short, pink and thin! I bet your wife loves the feel of that hey?” Almost everyone in the room erupted in laughter at my expense.
I just wish I was an able bodied alpha male, with a huge hard fat cock. But that wasn’t the case, if it was, I surely wouldn’t be in this predicament.
At 2.5 inches and with the only cuck unable to attain an erection, I was ultimately named the ‘bottom cuckboy’ which pretty much meant I was everyone’s bitch and had to do the most demeaning jobs on the resort. I was constantly the butt of jokes and it was permitted by the moderators for me to be made fun of by the other cuckboys.
From there, we were forced into skimpy maid’s uniforms, which didn’t leave much to the imagination. These uniforms were very short and very tight, bright pink, complete with tassels and bows. Furthermore, we were all forced to wear 9 inch stiletto heels. For the rest of the afternoon, we all practiced walking in our uncomfortable heels, it was just torture.
At the end of the day we were shown how to apply make-up: bright pink lipstick, blush, heavy eye make-up and lastly, to complete the look, a blonde wig….. By the end of the day, Rita, Helen and Michelle had created the perfect group of sissies.
Hours later, all of us sissies were paraded throughout the hall before our astounded wives and cocky bulls. Needless to say, I simply couldn’t make eye contact with any of the women at that point. I merely kept my head down as we were exhibited before everyone. “Ladies and Bulls, I present to you, the Cucks!” as Beth made that announcement, the hall erupted in applause and laughter. This seemed like an eternity and I only hoped that my own wife couldn’t recognise me. I knew that I’d loose all credibility as a man if she recognised me and saw how utterly weak and helpless I was. After all, what ‘man’ would let a woman do this to him?…. After several minutes of applause, all of us cucks were ushered back into obscurity where our induction continued.
As the week progressed we were assigned different tasks and assignments. Mine was to make assigned beds at the beginning of the day and then again before nightfall. Being the bottomcuck, I rarely saw any of the wives or the bulls. I constantly wondered what my own wife, Karen, was up to. I burned with pain deep in my heart and longed for the days that I was able to take her the way a husband should.
Eight days into my stay at the prestigious ‘Cuck and Bull Resort’, I was approached by the ‘headcuck’ Dale, to take over some of his chores. Being the headcuck, Dale was fortunate enough to actually interact with some of the wives on a social level. A rumour was floating around that Dale had even been used as a ‘fucktoy’ at a nightly orgy a week earlier. Everyone of the other cuckboys was terribly envious of him, including myself.
“I want you to clean up in room 315, they’ve been going at it all night and I’m just exhausted. Can you handle it?” He asked me.
I simply didn’t know what to expect. What could ‘clean up’ mean? Dusting? New Sheets? I prepared myself with extra make up and made my way over to room 315.
“Room Service!” I knocked on the door. “Come in cucky” I heard through the other side. I slowly opened the door and entered.
The first thing that hit me was the stench, the stench of post coital activity. The whole room smelt like sweat and sex. It was damp, it was humid and it was stinking hot.
Laying on the bed was a spent black bull. He was soaked in sweat, pussy juices and his own seamen. He smirked at me as I made eye contact. I couldn’t believe the size of his flaccid penis, it lay across his stomach and had to have been at least 9 inches. It was as thick as a coke can and covered in purple veins. My instant reaction was to look down at my puny little member, poking out through the bottom of my very short skirt; pink and thin as Michelle had so eloquently put it.
“Cuckboy!” the hotwife called me.
I was entranced by her beauty. She had to have been at least 25, with rock hard abs, bronzed skin and a fit upper body. She lay on bed beside her lover, exhausted. Her upper torso was covered in seamen.
“Yes, ma’am” I asked.
“Clean the Bull!” she demanded.
Reaching for my cloth, I knelt down between the bulls legs and proceeded to wipe him down. I must admit, I was terrified at that point. Here I was, washing this muscular young man. His monster cock twitched as I held it in my hands and gently wiped it down with my damp cloth.
After what seemed like twenty minutes of wiping down the stud, the hotwife called out to me, “Are you just going to clean him faggot? I’m dirty too!”
“Oh yes, of course, sorry Miss” I said as the bull chuckled at my expense.
I turned my focus to the hotwife, getting ready to wipe all of the semen off of her. “No, don’t use that dirty cloth”
“Miss?” I asked
“Use your tongue” she demanded.
The thought of licking another man’s cum made me sick to my stomach, but the idea of being this close to such a goddess made me feel like dancing. I discarded the cloth and dove for her pussy, licking up the excess semen from her spent lover. It tasted salty, but almost like playdoh…. Not quite as disgusting as I had imagined.
I licked up and down, around her vulva for what seemed like ages. I looked up at her: she was in her own little world, her eyes closed, enjoying being worshiped. Her black lover appeared to be sleeping…. So, I just focused on the task at hand, it had been just a long time since I had eaten pussy, I had to savour it.
Then, something magical happened. I felt an odd sensation between my legs, a sensation I hadn’t felt in quite some time. I had sprouted a boner.
Not wanting it to go to waste, I reached down and gently started to fondle myself as I continued to eat the sluts pink, salty pussy. She moaned as she grabbed a hold of my head, forcing me further into her clitoris.
I began to beat my meat, my first erection in months. This is it! This was the moment I’d been waiting for! I furiously pounded my meat, getting closer and closer to the edge. I wish my wife could see me now…
“What the fuck!!!?” the stud called out.
This was enough to snap the hotwife out of the moment. She looked down with me with disgust, “Ugh! What the fuck are you doing? You nasty little pervert!”
“I… I… I’m sorry” was all I could say.
Before I could comprehend my thoughts, the bull had reached across and grabbed a fistful of my manhood, “You dare get hard in front of a woman! You need to learn your place sissy!” With that, he squeezed until I saw stars. Needless to say, my erection subsided in an instant.
Like a rag doll I crumpled into a ball and whimpered, “Don’t think I won’t tell Miss Beth about this!” she added.
I must have blacked out because the next thing I know, I’m seated in an office before five angry women, including the curator and founder of the Cuck and Bull Resort, known as Beth.
“What shall we do with you Nancy?” she turned to Rita, “I want him strung up and put on display, this type of behaviour shall not be tolerated!” She looked directly at me, “I only hope your wife can forgive you!”
From there, I was dragged into a small dark room where I was forced down on my hands and knees. My skirt was removed exposing my buttocks and genitals…. “Keep your eyes forward unless you want your punishment to be worse!” one of the ladies said to me.
Suddenly, I felt an odd cold sensation on my penis followed by a loud ‘click’. I later learned that I had been placed in chastity and the key had been given to my wife. From there I was strung up into what appeared to be a glass chamber, or glass booth… Obviously I was going to be put on display. I soon put two and two together and began to plead, “Please! Please no! I can’t let my wife see me like this! Please! God no!”
My mouth was eventually stuffed with a pacifier to shut me up.
From there, I was strung up and ‘decorated’. The women wasted no time in making me look as prissy and pathetic as possible. Along with my chastity tube, two bells dangled from my testicles and a pink ribbon tied them all together. My attire was more feminine with more bows and tassels, a shorter skirt showing off my crotch, heavier make up and a blonde permed wig.
I was strapped upwards, made to stand… I couldn’t move. Just as I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I soon felt something penetrate my anus. I squirmed and grimaced, what could it be?
I was soon to discover that I had been hooked up to what could only be described as a ‘fucking machine’. It would penetrate me for hours as I squirmed and moaned in utter discomfort.
After a few hours, the unveiling commenced.
I was encased in a glass booth which was concealed by red and gold drapes. “Unleash the bottomcuck!” Beth announced. Suddenly, I was facing all of the wives, all of the bulls and all of the cucks.
There I was, dressed like a pathetic sissy, in chastity, being fucked up the arse by a machine.
I looked down at the women pleadingly, but of course… they all erupted into laughter. The humiliation was just too much for me, I closed my eyes and turned my head away.
“As you can see, the bottomcuck here, is being punished. He had the audacity to have an unauthorised erection and the nerve to touch himself before a hotwife and her bull! This type of behavior will not be tolerated!!” Beth announced.
Pretty soon, I felt intensity like no other from behind. She must’ve turned up the speed or something, “eyes open slut!” she called out to me, “look at your audience!”
My eyes opened as I looked around in desperation, then… it happened. I made eye contact with her, with Karen. Oh god no! My wife had seen me like this! She had recognized me. Instead of laughing, she looked disgusted and almost ashamed.
“Now, if you want to claim this cuckboy as your husband, come forth now and his torment will end. In turn, you will both be asked to leave the island. But, if you wish to keep enjoying your bull, don’t claim him and his torment will continue for another 24 hours”
Oh god no! Not 24 hours of this. I looked at Karen with pleading eyes, alas it was clear she was enjoying herself far too much.
To my horror and to my shock, she was the first to leave the room with her bull. One by one all of the wives and bulls left the room.
I hung my head in shame, “You see, you’re nothing. No one wants you. You’re not a man, never were and never will be” Beth said.
With that, the moderators, along with the cucks left the hall, leaving me there alone to be fucked by the machine all night long.
The following morning, I was eventually released from the clutches of the fucking machine. I was treated to a bath and then a heavy meal. Unfortunately, the steel tube which encased my penis remained.
“You may take the day off to spend as you like, you’ve suffered enough. As you can see, we’ve taken extra precautions to ensure your disgusting little worm does not get hard again in the presence of the wives here at the resort” Rita announced.
“When can I take this thing off?” I asked.
“That’s up to your spouse. She’ll receive the key at the end of your stay” Michelle added.
For the rest of the week, I kept a pretty low profile and always avoided eye contact with the wives as well as the moderators.
Sometimes, I’d get snickered at and I’d hear people whispering as I walked on by. They knew they all knew that I was the bottomcuck.
Finally, our time at the Cuck and Bull Resort had come to an end. On the final day, the cucks were ushered into that same grey hall and we were given back our male clothes. I couldn’t have changed back into my old slacks and shirt fast enough. However, we weren’t allowed to remove our makeup or wigs yet…. And in my case, I still wore the uncomfortable steel tube on my penis. Even if I tried, an erection would not be possible.
The cucks waited patiently in a small room as, one by one, the wives arrived and claimed their husbands. I watched and waited for my own wife, Karen to come and claim me. I watched in agony as every single last cuck left before me.
Before too long, Karen entered the room…. with her Bull. “This is Terrance, can you believe he lives in our city? Can you imagine all the fun the three of us will get up to?”
I was still too ashamed to make eye contact with her, “What took you so long?”
“Oh relax, stop pouting! I was just fucking my Bull” She replied.
“Can I please take this make up off before we leave?” I pleaded.
“No, I want you to always wear make-up from now on. And that chastity device isn’t coming off any time soon either!” she added.
“But why?” I almost cried at that point.
“You are my sissy cuck, Nancy” she laughed, “And you always will be from now on, now get my bags. Terrance and I plan on having a quickie before we catch our ferry off the island”
It was midsummer a day. Sam would never forget. It was a bit windy but not bad and he was having a great day and could not wait to get home to his girlfriend.
Sam has a nice girlfriend. Kelly is a very sexy woman the kind of girl that guys always looked at. She had nice full soft breast she loved to show off a sexy smile and the most wonderful brown eyes that could melt your heart.
So when Sam got home he was feeling very horny as always and could not want to have sex with her
But on this day Kelly had something different on her mind. She had been talking to a guy she knew from the bar she worked and tonight she was going to change her life and bring it all out to Sam and if he did not like it to bad.
Kelly knew Sam would be coming home hot and ready he always did on days he was having a good day. So when he got home she played along teasing him readying him for the night making him want her even more
As the night went on and Kelly had him so hot she thought he would bust she said she wanted to play a little game and asked if Sam would let her tie him to a chair and give him something he would never forget. Sam was all game for that and said yes without even thinking.
Kelly tied him to the chair arms and even across his chest, she did not want him going anyplace for what she had planned for him.
So there sat Sam nude tied to the chair his cock throbbing as Kelly rubbed on him getting him worked up. Then she tied a blindfold on his eyes. Sam could not believe this she never acted like this and he was loving every second of it.
After a bit of time went by and Kelly got tired of playing with Sam she decided it was time to get this show on the road and start to get what she wanted.
So she left Sam in the room and went and made a phone call. After a short time, the doorbell rang and she knew it was she want she had been waiting for she ran to the door.
Sam says there not knowing who was at the door and hoping they would not catch him like he was.
Next thing Sam heard was the door to the room he was in open and he was scared he did not know who it was but he knew Kelly was not alone and he could feel them standing next to him and after a couple of seconds Kelly starting touching him again and rubbing his face and in his ear, she said open your mouth I have a surprise for you. Sam did not know what to think but he opens his mouth because she had him so hot and as he sat there with his mouth open he felt her push a soft but thick meaty thing into his mouth and started to bite when out of the blue a deep voice said to him bite me and I will beat your ass.
At that time he knew what she had put in his mouth and tried to turn away but could not as she said to him suck it and the deep voice said suck it or I kick your ass.
So he sucked the cock feeling it grow bigger and thicker in his mouth. And was getting so big he could hardly fit it and the man started pumping his face.
Sam was trying all he could to move away he could feel his hands and arms strain to pull free of the ropes the had him bound.
To close his mouth hoping this large cock would leave his mouth but the more he tried to close his mouth the more it seem to trust in to him.
After what seemed like forever it pulled from his mouth and all he could hear was Kelly saying how she loved seeing the cock in his mouth and the man saying how good he had sucked his cock.
Kelly walked over to remove Sam’s blindfold she wanted him to see it was time he knew what a real man was and could do.
Sam could not believe what he saw a large black man standing in front of him his cock huge and throbbing inches from his face the black man started to slap his huge cock on Sam’s lips the thing was huge he had never seen a cock so big it was at least 11 inches 3 times bigger then his own and 4 times thicker.
He could feel the weight of it slapping his face. Sam felt so humiliated he just wish this night would hurry up and end he felt like crying and just wanted to pass out.
And before he knew it the black guy was sitting on the bed in front of him and Kelly walked over to him kissed him on the lips and said thanks for getting it hard for me as she walked back over the black man and turned to face Sam and mounted his huge cock. He could see her slowly sliding down his huge cock he could not believe she could fit it into her pussy she was screaming and her eyes rolled in her head he never seen her enjoy something so much and the huge black cock was slick and shiny with her juice.
Sam could not stop looking and he could not understand why his cock was throbbing this was the worst day of his life why was his cock throbbing.
After a long time of her riding his huge cock, she slid off of it and Sam could see her pussy gaping wide and stretched from the huge cock and the man’s cock was still hard and throbbing.
Then the black man said to Kelly look at your men cock all hard looks like he enjoys what he was seeing so let’s make sure he gets a closer look.
The black man walked over stood next to him and took his huge black cock and rubbed Kelley’s juice on Sam’s lips then he grabbed the chair and layed Sam back on the floor so he was looking at the ceiling then Sam seen Kelly walk over and stand over him as she got down on all four’s over his face and then the black man got down behind her and Sam felt the chair move as he got his body between the chair and Kelley’s ass the was rubbing on his lips he could smell the sent of sex flowing from her pussy.
And then the huge cock started to enter her he could see her pussy open to take it and her juice started flowing in to his mouth and then things got worst.
This huge set of balls started slapping his chin as the black man drove his cock deep into his woman’s pussy her pussy lips resting on his lips the cock sliding over his lips and the huge nuts slapping his chin. Sam just wanted to pass out then for a reason he did not understand he started licking at her pussy and also the slicked cock that was pumping into it.
He could hear Kelly screaming for the black man to cum deep in her and the man started screaming he was about to cum and as much as he wanted to close his mouth he found himself still licking.
Then before he knew what happen a huge glob of cum rushed from Kelley’s pussy and right into his mouth just as the black man screamed he was cumming. The cum flowed from his cock into her pussy and right into Sam’s mouth and he wanted to close his mouth but he keep licking and swallowing then as the huge cock pulled from her pussy and landed on his lips he took it into his mouth as it shot a few more times right into his mouth.
Sam did not understand what was going on but he did feel his cock still throbbing as he felt the black cock slide from his lips and Kelley’s pussy replace it and the cum in her pussy flowed from her pussy.
He could hear them talking but he did not understand what was being said all he knew was that for some reason he could not stop himself from craving more of what was inside of Kelly as she stood and they both looked down on him.
Then the black man lifted the chair and Kelly started to untie him and once he was loose he just sat there and Kelly sit on his cock. He could not feel her pussy but the heat of her juice flowed over him her pussy so stretched from the huge black cock.
Then she whispered in his ear how she seen his cock throbbing as she took the huge cock and that she was going to fuck black cock much as she wanted and if he did not like it he could leave as she stood and walked over to the black man.
Then the black man said to him I see you liked sucking my cock and drinking my cum from your woman’s pussy and it’s good you did because am going to be fucking it for a long time and you are going to be sucking me hard and drinking my black cock juice, you little cuckold bitch.
Then they both started fucking on the bed and Kelly looked at Sam and said to him if you don’t like this then you should go and Sam didn’t know why but he just walked over to the chair and sat down. He knew that his life would never be the same as he started licking his lips and thinking about tasting them after they got done fucking. Now that’s one way to come into a life of blitz
I’m a musician. I already knew that when I was 11. At that point in life, that made me an outcast. The fun thing for guitar players though is that while throughout adolescence you may be an outcast when you become a teenager, the feelings of your peers toward you make a notable shift. I enjoyed this change in status mostly by having lots of girlfriends and sex.
Things were moving along rather smoothly until after a 2-month dry spell when I was 17 I got cornered like helpless prey by this very new-agey hippy girl slightly older than myself and while mostly not conventionally pretty, had very palpable and notable sexuality. She had sex with my best friend in front of me more than a couple of times before she ever even indicated an interest in me. As the teenage hippy that I was, I acted as though jealousy wasn’t driving me crazy.
She eventually zeroed in on me and essentially took me as her mate. As I got to know her and had more sex with her she let me into her very kinky inner world where, for instance, she would put a really thick dildo all the way inside her, pull up her panties and walk around the room coming in front of me. She identified as a slut. She loved the word. She was also a size queen and at first very subtly let me know that while I wasn’t small, I was by no means big and that she really loved a big cock.
This was some tough medicine to take at that age. But every man has to come to terms with their dick, big, small or generically average and own it. She verbalized during for-play all the time about making me her slave boy and giving me a collar. She eventually started encouraging any bisexual tendencies I had by giving me her toys to play with or using them on me and she had a few.
She would use my mouth like it was a machine for an hour at a time, sometimes more. She would ride my dick and my face in quite painful and uncomfortable ways. Sex would last 2 hours or more sometimes and she will have coerced way more orgasms out of my body than it wanted to give up. I would lay there, feeling totally used and dominated. And at the time, not particularly happy about it. Nonetheless, profoundly affected.
After about a year and a half of this rigorous abuse, she told me that she decided that she wanted an open relationship because why should we be depriving ourselves of the richness of experience this life has to offer. Cue the rainbows. I told her that I was happy with her and she was all I needed and she basically said ‘Well that’s fine, I don’t need you to have sex with other people but I really need to.’ One direct conversation ending quote of hers that I can recite verbatim is “I love you but your dick is certainly not going to be the last one to go in pussy.”
I remember the following days of taking long slow walks alone in the local park, pondering what to do. After 3 or 4 days of this, I resolved to leave her. As she and I were growing apart her friend moved in on me and we had the steamiest most passionate vanilla sex I’d ever had until meeting my current wife 16 years later. When I told my ex what was going on, she went out of her mind with jealousy. With much effort and some scheming, she won me back over and somehow became immediately pregnant with my child.
We married while I was 19 and she was 20. As soon as we were living together, I found myself constantly paranoid that she was going to cheat on me. I would find myself racing home early from school or work in an attempt to catch her redhanded. What puzzled me was how sexually excited I would feel and how big of a let down it seemed to be when I would discover that she was there alone or later on with our son.
Cheating? My wife?
I would have dreams that she was cheating on me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it even as a lay sleeping. I started to communicate to her that it was becoming a fantasy of mine for her to cheat on me. She quickly took this ball and ran with it. The first thing she did was to randomly stay away from the home at unexpected points and come home telling me that she just had sex with somebody to gauge my reactions. This is something most femdom educators recommend a lady does if she plans to cuck her male. Looking back, I feel that she was either well-read on the subject or she was a natural domme to the bone.
It was around this point, while our child was still a baby, that she took a management position and became our primary and at times sole breadwinner. This is where the story begins to get interesting and unfortunately, this is as far as I could take us in this installment. Reliving it through writing it has been eye-opening so I suspect some sustained motivation in finishing it. We’re about halfway home.
When she became the primary breadwinner of our family, I didn’t do a good job of holding down the fort. The place was always a mess and I was completely wrapped up in my own activities any time I wasn’t directly interacting with our son. I also felt really threatened in the traditional masculine sense that I was not the one wearing the pants. As a result, I acted really mean towards her when she was around a lot of the time.
She was the only female at the time where she worked and was enjoying much male attention at work. Before long serious chemistry had developed between her and a co-worker. I was introduced at a party and actually befriended him. It was obvious to me that he was crushing on my wife and it felt flattering. It didn’t seem terribly threatening because he was a 22-year-old virgin who was quite shy.
After a few late nights hanging out at our house with him, my ex-wife seduced him, in our living room right in front of me. She was flirting all night with him. At one point she let him slide a beer bottle into her pussy. (I think we were playing truth or dare.) She eventually eased his pants down a sucked his cock right there in the living room in front of me. It turned out that nerdy MR Shy was packing a lot more heat than me.
We eventually retired to the bedroom and had a threesome. After dealing with nerves, her new, inexperienced bull eventually got a nice erection and fucked her pretty well for what I thought was a first time. I found out later that she had already let him fuck her a couple of times before, behind my back. The first few threesomes were rather equal in her attention to each of us, in fact, the first time, her bull and I came simultaneously.
As things progressed, he moved in with us. During our sex sessions, she became more and more focused on his big cock until it got to a point where I would sit on the bedroom floor, back to the wall, and play with a dildo while he fucked her. By this point, I wanted to have sex with her bull too but he was not into it. Once he made her come and he came, I would be allowed to fuck her while she lay on her side and either smoked a cigarette (which became a long-time fetish of mine) or blew her bull, depending on her mood. I found her casual indifference to the presence of my dick to be oddly arousing and liberating.
When we went out together, I was always made to sit in the back seat. Dining out, if we sat in a booth, she sat next to her bull. She told all of our friends about our arrangement and I suffered a lot of humiliation at social events. Every time anything occurred that would have been a boost to my self-esteem, she would quickly do or say something to knock me back down a couple notches.
One night, I played a rather triumphant show with the band I led. While I was playing, my wife’s eyes were all over me. I felt like she was remembering why she had fallen in love with me. I was on top of my game that night and everything seemed to go perfectly. After playing, I was hanging out in the club, getting showered with compliments and flirtation. I gathered up my gear to run it out to my car and as soon as I opened the back door to the alley, I saw my wife leaned up against the graffiti sprayed brick wall with her black dress hiked up and her bull between her legs licking her to orgasm. That night, I was made to sleep on the couch.
More and more, I was excluded from the bedroom all together. I was filled with so many conflicting feelings; anger, jealousy, helplessness, horniness and total obsession with her. I turned down many advances from women far more attractive than my wife because she was all I could think of. All these feelings ultimately resulted in me being a constant dick who was no help to anybody. After about 2 years of this activity, my wife served me with divorce papers. I moved out and she remained with her bull for another few months before leaving him as well.
When I became more gainfully employed and seemed to be on my way to some degree of success, she rekindled things with me and we moved back in together. Before long though, she was back in touch with her old bull “as a friend”. We moved across the state and surprise, guess who is living in our basement. I immediately feel like she’s taking every opportunity to send me out of the house and it’s hard to imagine that it’s for any other reason than to get a chance to fuck her live-in now-secret bull. This goes on until she leaves me and moves back to our hometown area, leaving her damned bull with me.
I went through a period of avoiding women and hooking up online with men for sex. I was doing this right in front of my ex’s bull which while awkward felt pretty good. I probably sucked 10 cocks in one year and got fucked by at least 5 of them, most of them really big. I eventually came to the conclusion that my lack of arousal should be an indication that my bisexual tendencies are entirely dependent upon the presence of a dominant woman, encouraging my sluttiness.
I got out of the living situation with him as quickly as I could and months later I got a call from my ex, asking me to help him move out of the house I shared with him before. I obliged and during the process, I happened to catch a glimpse of her caressing his cock through his pants on the remaining sofa. “Christ on a crutch, she’s fucking him again.” I thought to myself. Then came the immediate flood of anger, helplessness and extreme sexual arousal.
My obsession with her was back in full force. I started spending all my money taking weekend trips out to her to see my son and I would spoil her with treats and gifts. After a couple of months of doing this, I confessed that I needed her and would do anything to get her back. I told her that I needed to be back inside her and that she was all I could think of. She denied me repeatedly until one night she came out to her living room sofa where I was laying and pouting. She said “Alright, you can come in.” We had amazing sex that went on for hours. She came at least 6 times and I came 3 times. After that, she entirely broke things off with her bull and he took it really hard.
As fate would have it, in less than a month after we reconnected, a beautiful woman where I was still living fell head over heels for me and I for her. She met me when I was out playing a gig the sparks flew. There was nothing I could do about my emotions. I called it off with my ex and she really made me pay emotionally. She made me feel like the lowest of the low. She genuinely believed that I had never intended on re-marrying her and that I just wanted to ruin her chances with the bull. I said “I wish I was that diabolical but unfortunately, you’re the only one here who’s that much of an evil genius.”
Before long I moved in with Bunnycakes, we’ll call her. She was very attractive, very fun on the surface and was very sexy. With her learned that sexy and sexual don’t always go hand in hand. She had downright puritanical reservations about sex and sexuality. We turned out to be so incompatible that in the 5 years we lived together, we had sex on average of twice a year. I was so sexed out from my tumultuous relationship with Hellwitch (we’ll call her) that I honestly didn’t mind that much. I never cheated. I just jacked-off and looked at cuckold porn. A couple of times, I was suspicious that she was cheating on me and when I’d spy to find out for sure, would always find myself disappointed that she wasn’t cheating.
After a 5 year distant relationship and one child with me, she told me that she had fallen in love with a co-worker and was leaving me. However, she didn’t expect me to be able to immediately move out and I had 45 days to find a new living situation. During these 45 days, with the knowledge that her heart now belonged to another, I found myself more attracted to her even than when I initially connected with her. I went out of my way to prove myself a superman. I was cleaning parts of the house I hadn’t even known existed, I was cooking and serving her all her favorite meals, I wrote and recorded a 13 song album entirely for her in 27 days. It was all in vain of course. You can’t tell the heart who to love.
I wound up moving in with a female fellow musician whom I had worked with for years and had always had a thing for. When I told her that I was getting kicked to the curb, she told me that she had just been through a divorce and was looking for a roommate. I was thrilled because she was exactly the kind of cool and sexy that I really go for. She was almost a decade younger than me with was total a different experience for me. When I moved in with her, I discovered that she was already on her second boyfriend since her divorce. She had cheated on her husband with a bandmate. It seemed she had all the earmarks of a skilled cuckoldress. Charm, sexiness, confidence and a knowledge of her feminine sexual power.
I lived as her roommate for a few months feeling very jealous when I’d hear her fucking her boyfriend one room over. Eventually, a couple of friends of hers both developed an interest in me. One of them, who was 45 and divorced at the time came on really strong. One night, while I was planning to maintain celibate for some period, she was lying next to me on my bed, after my roommate had passed out. She told me that her pussy was really wet. What was I supposed to say? We had amazing introductory sex, twice that night and again the following morning.
I didn’t want to be her boyfriend initially because although there was immediate sexual chemistry, she seemed really domineering and it honestly scared me a bit when I’d think back on Hellwitch. After dating her for about 3 months, with lots of great sex, I broke up with her, stating that I was still healing from heartbreak and I wasn’t as emotionally invested in the relationship as her and that seemed unfair to her, by my figuring. She took it hard but accepted it.
As soon as Raggedy Ann (my room-mate) found out that I had broken up with her friend Canary, she immediately professed that she had been in love with me for months. I immediately reciprocated because my sexual/mental attraction to her had always been off the charts. We became boyfriend and girlfriend. Canary was upset but remained friends with us. Raggedy Ann started acting exactly as I expected deep down inside. She would stand me up after work and get drunk with some guy-friend. She would treat me like a servant when her friends were over, visiting. I was absolutely loving the disrespectful treatment and felt like after years, I was home. It sounds so fucking sick to me but its true.
The sex with Raggedy Ann turned out to be a major disappointment as she seemed to be a bit phobic of penises. She offered no attention and would just lie there. It proved to be a major relief when she broke it off. Canary made it clear that she had never fallen out of love with me and still wanted me to be with her. That was 5 years ago. We’ve been married for 3 years. It’s only been for the last 6 months that she has known most of this about me.
We have a strong and stable relationship and its been that way since we reconnected. Since I came clean to her about my submissive cuckold tendencies, she’s spent time learning how to be an effective dominant wife. She is very naturally dominant so it hasn’t been a stretch for her. These days, I serve her and she rewards and disciplines me.
My slave life
She keeps me locked in chastity 24/7 other than when I shower (not in private) or when she chooses to reward me with sex. She teases me about my penis size while I’m locked up or any time it’s unlocked but flaccid. She won’t say it’s small when it’s hard because she feels that it looks big. I’ve found this to be a great compromise because having a woman tell me that my dick is too little immediately gives me an erection, as though my penis wants to prove that bitch wrong. She very much enjoys retaining the right to have sex with anyone she wants, though she hasn’t acted on that yet.
If I disappoint her by way of household or sexual performance, she paddles my ass until its a nice hot pink. She has me do EVERYTHING for her. I make her coffee and breakfast, I maintain our home and laundry, I help her dress and get ready for work every day, she uses me as a footstool about 1 hour per week. She teases me about being locked in chastity and threatens to tell her friends about it.
20 years ago, this would have felt like a hell on earth to me but instead, I find myself happier than I’ve ever been. I also feel more personally connected to my lovely and dominant wife than I’ve ever felt to any woman. She knows me as well, if not better than my ex-wife. She has even more power over me than my ex had. The difference is that she loves me in the genuine sense of wanting me to succeed. Hellwitch genuinely wanted to tear me down to make me too pathetic to ever be able to walk away. She failed because I’m a strong motherfucker. I have a lot of conflicting feelings because, without her, I would have experienced a lot less pain but I wouldn’t know the incomparable joy and thrill of being a man submitting to a woman.
Sissy Wendy heard the Master's car arrive. He desperately checked
his appearance in the mirror. Yes, his long grey dress was correct,
four inches above his plain black shoes, his full length white apron
clean and correctly worn, straps over his shoulders, bow neatly tied
on the waist.
He dare not earn the displeasure of Master Edwards. The thought
of that terrible thin, five foot cane in his massive hands, his huge
six feet four frame raising it high over his shoulder, caused him to
tremble
The elderly lady smiled as she saw the sissy trembling. "Answer
the door to the Master, you useless slut."
"Yes Madam Judy," sissy replied. "Is your maid's cap on correctly
sissy?" He panicked and dashed to the mirror. Yes, his little white
maid's cap was slightly askew ,he quickly perched it on her head
making sure the ribbons at the back fell in a straight line down his
long dark hair. "Oh is my cap on correctly Mistress Judy", she
laughed and said "yes sissy, now answer the door, the Master will
getting impatient." The front door bell gave a long ring, "oh no I
must run to the door" the sissy cried.
He dashed from the laundry room ,the long grey dress restricting
his stride to his normal mincing steps ,Behind him he could hear
Judy's derisive laughter at the pathetic sight he presented, a
mincing sobbing sissy in tears for not answering the door bell
sooner He minced sobbing to the door a pathetic feminised sissy.
It had all started two years ago, his life of menial servitude and
sexual frustration.
Doctor Samantha, his beautiful wife of six months had said,
"Darling, we have been invited for the weekend to my chairman's
house. His name is Mr. John Edwards."
"Do we have to go, Samantha? You know I'm shy around people."
"Yes dear, I know you are shy, but you don't have a career since
inheriting millions from your Aunt Jane, whereas I, darling, still
have a career."
Smiling sweetly she had continued, "I'm sure you will assist little
Samantha in her career at the medical research centre. "
Unable to refuse her he had quickly agreed, "Of course, Samantha,
we must go."
"Thank you darling, I felt sure you would understand."
The following weekend they drove to Master Edwards' huge
isolated house set in a thousand acre park. Arriving, he removed
the luggage from the car, some what puzzled why Samantha had
bought almost her entire wardrobe but had packed none of his
clothes. Remarking on this to Samantha, she had replied
laughingly, "I'm sure we will find something for you to wear
darling, now ring the bell." Standing waiting for the door to be
opened he was conscious of their difference in size. Samantha
stood over six feet in her high heels, whereas he only stood five
feet four.
As the door opened and he saw Master Edwards for the first time
he became even more conscious of his lack of stature. Standing
there was a huge handsome man in his mid forties. Standing six
feet four, Master Edwards towered over him. "Samantha darling
how lovely to see you ," he had said in his deep masculine voice.
Looking down with disdain at him he had said, "You, carry
Samantha's cases in." Feeling humiliated to be
spoken to in this manner in front of Samantha, he nevertheless
quickly obeyed Master Edwards; such was the presence of this
huge man he felt completely overawed. As soon as Samantha's
luggage was in the house, Master Edwards slammed the
door shut, and said "You, follow us to your room."
"Please, don't you mean mine and Samantha's room?" he had
asked.
"Don't you ever contradict me!" Master Edwards thundered.
Meekly he had followed Master Edwards and Samantha down a
long corridor then up four flights of stairs till they reached the top
of this large house. Opening a small door Master Edwards said,
"Get in there Sissy!"
He heard Samantha laughing as Master Edwards addressed him as
Sissy. He obeyed the Master and stepped into the room; only it
wasn't a room, it was a cell. It was only eight feet by four feet, bare
walls, a small barred window, an iron single bed, one upright chair,
and a small wardrobe. He turned round to protest and saw
Samantha passionately kissing Master Edwards.
"What are you doing Samantha!?" he cried.
She released her hold of Master Edwards and said, "Meet my lover
Sissy." Towering over him, she said, "Thomas and I have been
lovers for years. I only married you so Thomas and I could control
the millions you inherited." Laughing, she added ,"And now you
are here, you have no relations, no friends, no occupation, so no
one will miss you Sissy."
"I wont stay here, you can't make me." He saw Master Edwards
clench his fist then he felt a crushing blow to his stomach, and then
another blow to his jaw. He was knocked unconscious. When he
came round he was lying on the iron bed completely naked, with
Master Edwards and Samantha laughing at him.
He felt he had been unconscious for some time. Samantha said.
"Yes dear, we gave you a small injection to keep you under while
we prepared you for your new role in life. Oh don't worry,
remember I am a trained doctor."
"What have done to me, Samantha?"
She laughed and said, "Look in the wardrobe mirror, Sissy." She
opened the wardrobe and he saw his reflection in the mirror. "Oh
no, oh please, no, what have you done to me?" All his body hair
had been removed, and he saw he now possessed two huge tits.
Samantha laughed, saying, "You should be grateful Sissy, those tits
are our company's latest development, completely realistic, and
quite impossible to remove without surgery. You have a pair of tits
size forty four DD, and you will find them just as heavy as real tits.
I should know my tits are thirty six DD."
Master Edwards laughed and said, "She will need a large bra."
Samantha laughed, saying, "I wouldn't like to carry those around
every day of my life."
Master Edwards stepped forward and picked up Sissy like a toy
doll. Placing him onto his back on the bed, he lifted his legs high in
the air, and stretched them wide open, his tiny two inch prick fully
exposed .Samantha looked down at him. "We wanted you fully
awake Wendy, oh yes, that's your new name Sissy Wendy, when
we fitted you into this," bringing her hand from around her back
she held it up in front of him.
"No, oh no, please, don't place me in that please."
"Yes!" she said, "You are going into it now!" It was a completely
realistic vagina.
Legs held wide apart by Master Edwards, Sissy Wendy was
powerless to prevent Samantha as she smoothed a solvent into his
crotch. As she placed solvent on the vagina, she explained to him
how the vagina operated. "You see this tube inside, that's where
your sissy prick will be placed, allowing you to piss, siting down of
course, but I'm afraid though your little sissy prick will be able to
become erect, you will not be able to use it, or even cum, but of
course it won't be missed, as no woman would entertain a sissy's
prick. " With a malicious smile she said, "Say goodbye to your
sissy prick, Wendy." Laughing, Samantha placed his sissy prick
into the tube, and pressed the vagina firmly home.
She pressed the vagina firmly onto his scrotum for two minutes.
Sissy Wendy sobbed and pleaded, "No please, no please, don't" as
Samantha completed his emasculation.
Master Edwards released Sissy Wendy. "Stand up sissy and look in
the mirror," Sissy Wendy obeyed his new Master and looked at his
reflection in the mirror. He emitted a pitiful scream as he saw his
huge forty four tits and vagina. He fell sobbing to his knees.
Mistress Samantha threw back her head and roared with laughter as
the sissy crawled to her, begging her to remove his tits and vagina.
Master Edwards kicked sissy's arse and sent him sprawling onto his
face; this caused Samantha to laugh even louder. Samantha then sat
down on the bed , and Master Edwards placed the chair in front of
Samantha, who said., "Sissy, bend over that chair with your sissy
arse in the air."
Sissy placed himself over the chair his sissy arse high in the air.
Then he felt his Master tying his ankles to the legs of the chair.
Samantha then took his wrists and tied them to the front of the
chair. He was completely helpless, he screamed as saw the master
produce a long, thin five foot cane, and cried, "No, please, no
please, no."
"Ten strokes, sissy" roared Master Edwards.
Sissy Wendy, tears pouring down his face, pleaded with Samantha.
"Please don't let him cane me." Samantha with feigned sympathy
said "I know it will hurt, Wendy, but it's for your own good. You
have to learn obedience. Now be a brave girlie, Wendy."
"N oooooooo oh nooooooo,noooooo." His screams rang through
the room at the first
slice of the cane. "Nooooooo, no more, noooooooo!" Master
Edwards continued to slash down on Sissy Wendy's raised arse.
"Only four more Wendy, be a brave girlie," said a smiling
Samantha. Sissy was almost unconscious; the pain was unbearable.
Still the Master continued to raise the cane high over his massive
muscular body, bringing it whistling down from over his shoulder
onto the screaming sissy's naked arse. Then it was over. Ten
strokes of the cane. Sissy Wendy was released from the chair and
he
collapsed onto the floor, broken, sobbing, at his Master's feet. Then
he heard Samantha say, "Come along Wendy into your panties."
He looked up and saw Samantha, was standing over him holding a
pair of pink nylon panties. She said, "Aren't they pretty Sissy
Wendy. Pretty pink nylon panties, with lovely pink frills, real sissy
panties for a real sissy like you." She smiled down at him, then her
manner changed. "Into them now, sissy, get your arse into these
panties !"
Master Edwards roared, "You heard Madam, get your arse into
those panties, or do you need more obedience training?"
"Noooooo oh nooooooo," sissy screamed as he saw the Master
raise the cane, and he crawled to Madam Samantha, saying, "Please
put me into my panties, Madam."
Samantha held the panties open by the elastic waist band. "Come
along then my little sweetie, into your pretty pink panties, like a
good sissy, you don't want your sissy bottom spanked again by
Master Edwards."
"No Madam," sobbed Sissy Wendy and he stepped into the panties.
Samantha pulled the panties up over his waist. "There, Wendy, you
have your first pretty panties on," she said, "Now a new pink bra,
pretty suspender belt and black nylon stockings, pretty waist
petticoat with a frilly pink hem." Soon sissy was fully attired in his
pink frilly undies. Samantha then placed a black wig on his head.
Standing back, she burst out laughing as she looked at the
completely feminised sissy, sobbing in front of her. "To think a few
hours ago you were a man!" Master Edwards joined in her
laughter. "Now put her into her uniform, Samantha."
Laughing, Samantha said, "Yes, I agree Thomas, its time to
introduce her to her new vocation." Laughing in Sissy's face, she
said, "I say vocation, Wendy, as it is not employment, as you won't
be paid." Samantha, then moving to the wardrobe, took out a long
grey plain dress and passed it to Sissy Wendy saying, "Put it on,
Sissy."
As soon as Sissy put on the grey dress Samantha passed him an
apron. It was of the type worn by scullery maids in the nineteenth
century. It was the full length of his dress with straps over the
shoulders, and waist straps tied in a large bow at the rear of his
waist. she placed him into it, showing him how it was to be worn.
Then she produced a maid's cap of the same period, white with
long ribbons tied under his chin, and further ribbons which hung
down the back. She then fitted him into a pair of plain flat black
shoes with ankle straps. Master Edwards and Madam Samantha
roared
with laughter at the pathetic humiliated sissy, dressed in the
manner of a nineteenth century scullery maid, the lowest servant in
a household.
The Master said, "You will be dressed in that manner every day of
your life. You will rise at five o clock every morning to light the
fires in every room when required, you will make breakfast and
serve it, you will clean every room until it is spotless. You will
spend hours in the laundry room washing clothes by hand, you will
then hang them out to dry on the clothes line, and then you will
iron them perfectly. You will curtsey to each person you meet."
Glowering at the pathetic sissy he continued, "When awaiting
orders you will stand demurely with your hands clasped in front of
you. Your head will be bowed.".
Samantha added, "If not required, you will retire to your room at
four o' clock, put on your night-dress, then present yourself to us
ready for bed, whereupon you will be locked in your room and the
light switched off. Four o clock in the afternoon is quite late
enough for a sissy maid to be up."
She laughed! "Not quite the future you had planned Wendy, is it?
You thought to spend a life of luxury; instead you will spend a life
of menial servitude. "She mentally hugged herself. She had hated
this sissy for years, she had lived with her mother in his Aunt's
house, where her mother had served as a maid. This pathetic sissy
and his Aunt had treated Samantha and her mother with total
contempt. She had in spite of her poverty gained a good education,
and received her doctorate, and joined Thomas Edwards' medical
research company.
She had grown into a beautiful woman, inheriting her mother's
Mediterranean looks. She
and Thomas had become lovers, and she had lived with Thomas
for two years. Then her mother had informed her that the sissy had
inherited his Aunt's fortune and her mother, after years of menial
service, had not only received nothing, but this pathetic sissy had
dismissed her. Furious at his treatment of her mother, Samantha
had bought her to live with her and Thomas. Samantha and her
mother had planned their revenge on the sissy from that moment.
The thought of him continuing to enjoy a life of luxury was more
than either woman could stand. It was her mother who had first
said, "I would love to see the arrogant bastard reduced to the
menial maid position I endured under him and his Aunt.
Samantha had seized on the idea, crying out, "Yes mother, what a
wonderful punishment." Her mother had laughed, saying, "Yes,
especially if we could have his money." Looking thoughtfully at
her beautiful daughter, she said, "There is a way
Samantha, marry the arrogant bastard."
Samantha had deliberately flirted with the sissy at a social function.
The little sissy, flattered by the attentions of a strikingly beautiful
woman, had played directly into her hands. Within six months they
were married. The arrogant bastard had never recognised her as the
gawky girl who had lived in the basement with his Aunt's maid.
Looking at the sissy, dressed in his maid's uniform, she thought, "I
had to suffer you lying in my bed, that tiny two inch prick in my
fanny." But as she continued looking at him she reveled in a sense
of pure sadistic pleasure; she and her mother would make the sissy
suffer for the rest of his life. She was bought out of her thoughts as
she heard Master Edwards say, "Stand in the corner, assume the
demure position." Sissy Wendy obeyed instantly, hands clasped on
his apron, head bowed. But he could see Master Edwards strip
naked, revealing his huge muscular body.
Samantha laughing, took off her dress, and stood in front of him
dressed only in a white lacy bra, white thong nylon panties, a white
suspender belt strained down her tanned thighs to her black nylon
stockings. She was wearing four inch high stiletto heeled
white shoes. With a mocking smile at Sissy Wendy, she placed her
hand on the Master's eight prick and began to fondle it.
He let out a groan as his huge prick became erect. It grew in her
hand to ten inches, with a two inch knob. She said, "Look, sissy, a
real man's prick, not a tiny two inch sissy's prick." Samantha
laughed as Sissy Wendy sobbed in the corner, still in his pathetic
demure position. She pushed Master Edwards onto the bed, and
still stroking his throbbing prick, leaned over him with her back to
the sobbing sissy. She deliberately allowed Sissy Wendy to see her
white nylon panties stretched taut across her tanned arse,
her suspender belt straining down her thighs, her nylon covered
legs splayed wide apart.
She heard Sissy Wendy's sobbing increase as she deliberately
tormented him. The thought of her pathetic humiliated husband
looking at her beautiful body dressed only in her sexy undies, while
she fondled a real man's huge ten inch prick, excited her so much
she felt herself cum into her panties.
Sissy Wendy couldn't take his eyes off Samantha's white nylon
panties, shapely nylon stocking clad legs, accentuated by her four
inch high heels. Then she pulled the gusset of her thong panty to
one side, showing him her dripping wet cunt. He let out a scream
as she mounted the Master's huge swollen prick. He lay back on the
bed, his eyes closed, as she rode up and down his huge throbbing
prick, faster and faster. Sissy Wendy's tiny prick erected inside his
false vagina; pre cum dripped into his pink panties.
As Samantha rode the Master's huge prick, her cunt dripping wet,
she looked at Sissy Wendy sobbing, with humiliation and complete
frustration, as his sissy prick erected inside his vagina. She threw
back her head and laughed. The vagina, she knew, was working
just as she had designed it to, allowing an erection, allowing his pre
cum, but never allowing the sissy release, a life time of menial
servitude and total frustration inside his panties. She laughed as she
saw the sobbing sissy standing in his demure position, humiliated
and frustrated, a completely feminised sissy. She felt the Master's
prick erupt inside her, jets of his hot spunk filling her cunt. She
screamed as her cum poured over his huge prick. Sissy Wendy was
crying uncontrollably as he heard their screams of sexual
satisfaction, knowing sexual relief was forever denied him inside
the vagina.
Samantha lay on top of her lover utterly and completely satisfied;
never had she had such an orgasm, She looked at the sissy crying,
humiliated at seeing his beautiful wife riding Master Edward's
huge throbbing prick, but also his complete frustration as his tiny
sissy prick still erect inside his vagina but unable to cum.
Samantha laughed as she felt the Master's prick grow soft inside
her, and lifting herself off his body, allowed the sissy to see his
Master's now limp prick. Sitting on the side of the bed with her
stocking clad legs wide apart, she pulled the lips of her cunt wide
apart so the pathetic, frustrated sissy could see that her gaping wet
cunt was filled with his Masters spunk.
As she and the Master roared with laughter at the sobbing cuckold
sissy, the door opened and into the room walked Samantha's
mother. She looked at the sobbing sissy in his nineteenth century
maid's uniform, and with a cry of sheer delight shouted "Yes!"
Sissy Wendy looked at the sixty year old lady who stood laughing
at him, and recognised her as his Aunt's former maid. His
humiliation increased as she said, "Yes, you sissy, it's me, the
servant you treated with contempt, and I'm your new Mistress.
"Curtsey, you pathetic sissy, in my presence." She slapped him
hard across his face. "You will learn to grovel at my feet, sissy."
Samantha and the Master laughed, as Sissy Wendy curtsied in front
of Samantha's mother. Mistress Judy said, "Crawl over here sissy,
and kiss my and my feet."
The room rang with laughter as Sissy Wendy crawled over to
Mistress Judy and kissed her high heels. Samantha and Thomas
dressed, still laughing as the sissy continued to kiss Samantha's
mother's feet. "Isn't it time this maid was in bed?" asked Judy.
"Yes mommy, I'm sure its well past four o clock," replied
Samantha. Looking down at Sissy Wendy kissing her feet, Judy
said, "Put your pink night dress on now." Sissy Wendy undressed
and stood naked in front of them. Judy roared with laughter as she
saw his huge dangling tits, and false vagina. Pointing at his vagina
she asked, "Is your sissy prick hard in there, Sissy?"
He cried as he confessed, "Yes Mistress, I can't cum, oooooo
pleeeeese help me Mistress, make Samantha take it off
pleeeeeease."
Judy placed her hand on his vagina, and asked, "You mean take
this off, sissy?" She could feel his pre cum leaking into her hand.
Turning to Samantha she said, "In the future this girl needs to wear
a panty liner"
Samantha, placing her hand on Sissy Wendy's vagina. laughed as
she felt his pre cum. "Yes, I agree mommy. Tomorrow sissy, we
will issue you with a packet of panty
liners; can't have you walking round in constant wet panties."
Judy threw his pink nylon night-dress at him. "Get ready for bed,
Sissy, it's five o clock, long past your bed time. Sissy put on his
pink nylon night-dress. "Now get into bed where you belong," said
Judy. Then she picked up the long thin cane, and said, "Lift up
your night-dress, I have waited years to do this, bend over." Sissy
lifted up his night dress, revealing his caned striped arse. He
screamed as Judy bought the cane down onto his arse. "Yes, oh this
feels wonderful," she screamed, as she bought the cane lashing
down time after time onto Sissy's arse, she was creaming into her
panties.
Finally she stopped. Years of being treated with contempt by this
screaming sissy had gone into every lash of the cane. As she smiled
with satisfaction, panties soaked with her orgasm. she said, "Now
get to bed you sissy bastard, you have got years of this ahead.".
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